Feels Lie a Beesting But...

I'll be honest, I still frequent the beautiful secluded beaches south of Sydney.

I don't like the idea of being preyed upon and taken advantage of by strangers. But the aphrodisiac-induced sex is fantastic, far better than any I could have otherwise. So I keep going back.

But perhaps you haven't heard about the "predators" and the "frequent" "assaults" that've been happening around here. I can't say I blame you if you don't read the papers. Or watch the more sensationalist late-night current affairs programs.

Or more likely you're the kind of perverts that can't get enough of the first-hand accounts of the "victims".

Can't say I blame you there either.

Okay here's what happened. Back in October I was at Garey Beach. It was a bit of a trek in from the car park, but I was pleasantly surprised that no-one else seemed to be around. After a bit of a swim, it was time for some sunbathing. Of course I was going for an even tan, and there was no-one around, so I unhooked my bikini top and dropped it on my towel. In the distance I heard a strange horn or klaxon, but I thought nothing of it. I slid my bikini bottoms over my hips and stepped out of them when they were around my ankles.

As I lay down I noticed a man appear maybe half a mile away down the beach. He couldn't cause any trouble from that distance, I thought, and carried on as planned.

A few minutes passed, and I was thinking of turning over, when I started hearing this electrical hum. I looked around for the source and soon spotted what appeared to be a drone, hovering only maybe ten metres away. Looking around for the man, I immediately spotted him in pretty much the same place as before. And sure enough, he had what looked like a remote control. Presumably the drone was equipped with a camera, and he was perving on me.

Although I was initially annoyed, I didn't feel in any danger, and was determined to continue to enjoy my beachgoing. I even started repositioning myself for best effect, to tease him some more.

I hadn't seen or heard a bee, but then I felt a pin-prick on my hip. Looking down, I could just make out what looked like a beesting, but it was red and seemed to be pulsing almost imperceptibly.

I wasn't sure how to treat it. I decided to head for the water to maybe wash it off. As I got up, I thought I could feel a tingling sensation, spreading out from the sting in all directions. The sensation was extremely pleasurable, like a warm bath on a cold day. Even though the tingle hadn't reached them yet, I felt my nipples getting hard.

Then the tingle reached my... pussy. This changed everything. I was still pleasantly warm, and pleasantly drowsy, but now I was horny. And then hornier. I could barely walk My clit needed fingering. My thighs needed grinding together.

As I reached down for my clit, I noticed the drone was close by now, only just out of reach. I couldn't help feeling that it seemed to be grinning at me. My pussy was already wet by the time my finger got there. I was whimpering involuntarily. As my clit responded to my fingers, my thighs started to twitch = the beginnings of an orgasm. The drone was getting quite a show, I thought. Then I panicked momentarily and looked round for the actual guy. I couldn't spot him. I was too dizzy and disoriented. Then my knees buckled and I was down on my elbows and knees in the wet sand. My orgasm had control of me, but I was suddenly very aware that my fingers in my cunt were not going to do it justice.

And then there he was, right on cue. Behind me. On top of me. Also naked. Also horny. His hand was on my belly, one finger tantalising my clit. And then his cock was in me, thrusting deep.

"No,,,, please...", I was whimpering. For some reason. And for a moment I was free of him, my cunt unviolated momentarily.

But I couldn't get far. My fingers were still working down there. It was all I could do to turn over, so that I was facing him when his cock started monstering me anew.

As mentioned I had been cumming for seconds already, but that paled into insignificance before the explosion I now experienced in my cunt, face to face with my assailant, my master, fucking me mercilessly.

It was heavenly! I was screaming! "AAAAHHHH!! OHHHHHH!! OOOOOHHHH!!! YEEEESSS!!" And then yet another wave hit me! Despite the ferocity of his pounding, my bum was up off the sand, as my cunt tried to experience him even more deeply.

I never wanted it to end. But it was clearly going to. Of course he wanted to cum inside me! Copiously! And of course he was going to need a rest after that.

My third or fourth or fifth orgasm was heightened by feeling his spurting deep inside. And hearing his eloquent, involuntary, animal groans of satisfaction. "OHHHHH!! NGGGGHH!! UURRRGGGHHH!!!"

Enjoying his spent weight on top of me, I think I fainted. The next thing I remember, it was dusk and his cum pooled against my bum was cold. No other trace of him remained. The sting was inert or gone, and my pussy was back under my control.

All I could do then was head home, not knowing whether I'd been raped, or whether I was fine with that if I was, or whether there would even be a next time...