Jill house sits a beach house for her aunty and finds a new freedom and sexuality. Previous to this summer she has been a teacher. She reads at the beach, erotic material, and is infatuated with a story of a courtesan and the king. She refers to her husband as her king, she is the courtesan. They visit a nude beach, and they are about to try anal sex where the previous author left us. He is away during the week, and goes to her at the beach house at weekends.
She plans to be a slut for him this weekend. I recommend you read the previous work. I have tried to follow her style. Time will tell if I have succeeded. Thanks to Janandjustin and Ed for help and advice. There were some empty feelings of missing him for the next 5 nights, but there was excitement and butterflies in my tummy as I thought of him fucking my arse when he returned.
Finally, the excitement took hold, and I placed my camera on the floor and squatted over it. Set on timer, I was able to get a number of sexy pics of my puckered hole. He told me of the excitement of Fridays, and how sex driven I have become here. My asking whether he preferred my mouth or my cunt excited him every time. I sent the picture to him with a caption, "this is what you will have next Friday night my King.
I thought of my arse being tight on his cock, and wondered of the pleasure it would bring, to both of us. He exploded at the beach when I put one finger in his anus. Perhaps we will take turns, my arse with his cock, then I stroke his cock and lick his arse. He liked that also. I also decided to tell him of the night the week before with the cycling group.
I sent an email, knowing he would not get it until he got home that night. I will be in bed sound asleep. I recounted how I knew about the nude beach; he had never asked. I was a little naughty, and need your guidance on how naughty I may be. This weekend I will be your slut; I plan to do things with you we would never have contemplated before this summer.
It seems your slut is on a journey, that I know not where it will finish. I know that we will be on this journey together, and I rely on my Kings wisdom to advise directions to travel, and how far we follow different tracks. As I found out, near the nude beach.
It was innocent enough, guys throwing Frisbee and girls watching, going for a swim. As the sun went down the boys lit a fire and the steaks were cooked. By then it was dark, and a bunch decided to go for a swim. They were boys, or men, and women. I watched them take off their clothes, women dropped their panties, and took off their tops. I watched their tits bounce, as did the men. Men took off their shorts and I saw them against the backdrop of the flames.
Hot and sexy as hell. They invited me to swim too, but I stayed on the shore with my top on. I thought of the water droplets on their skin, tight bodies, and I waited for them to come back to the fire. They were touching the girls. I watched them My king. I was as excited as I have ever been. My cunt was wet as I thought of them.
I wanted to touch them, stroke their cocks to make them hard. But I stayed true to my king. Eric was alone as his girlfriend was away. Tim had a few beers too many and Eric drove his SUV home. I sat in the front with Eric, and Heather and Tim in the back. I heard a zip being opened, and when I turned Heather was taking his cock in her mouth. My king, she was slurping, and dribbling saliva down his shaft and on his pants. Eric also turned, and we both watched.
My cunt was dripping. Eric and I looked at one another, and our lust was obvious. I wanted him, his body and his cock. He smiled, and I looked away. My mind was in turmoil. I ached for his cock. I was the first to be dropped off. Should I invite him for coffee? That would make it obvious I wanted him. He could drop them off, then come back. I wanted so badly to be fucked.
I was jealous of Heather, I wanted it to be my mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. I was on fire, and would have sucked both of their cocks if they had accepted an invitation to come inside. I thought of you, and being your slut. You would taste their cum. Tim invited us all to party at his place, I looked at Eric and said " perhaps another time. I am thinking of sex and fucking every day here, and can't wait for you on Fridays. This weekend I will be your slut, your courtesan.
Tell me my king. How big a slut do you want??? I awoke early on Monday morning, again. I expected he would have checked email when he arrived home, but he had not responded.
Would he stop everything? He is considering his response overnight no doubt. Maybe he will email before he leaves for work. I went to the beach. It draws me back again and again. It promises freshness from the waves, it allows my body to embrace the water. It also offers me the chance to be naked in the water, experience the lust of the men I pass walking. Watch them get semi hard. Would the slut touch? Another morning came to my mind as I dropped my robe and dived naked under the water.
One morning I will be seen on the patrolled beach, but for now I expose myself to the surf. I have the beach alone, and my thoughts again drift away. What will his response be? How big a slut will my King permit? Breakfast on the deck was relaxing, my mind going again to my King. I had no reply, and decided to go inside and shower.
I thought of my coming day. Monday, four more days till Friday. I must get ready for his home coming. My arse must be prepared as best as I can. Each day I will play, I promise myself. I will be ready as best I can. I don't care, it felt good when his finger entered by puckered hole. I realise I am wet. After breakfast, still no email, I go to the beach again.