Exposed for his pleasure

Trembling fingers reached up to grasp at the straps that held up Becky's dark one piece. She slipped the straps off to reveal her narrow shoulders, then started to peel it down past her her collar bone. A small corner of her mind rebelled as she pressed the top roll of dark fabric over her breasts, but it was far too little to stop the inertia of her movements, much less to rebel against Harlan's command. Her rosy pink nipples popped free, almost painfully erect with her arousal and as the pleasant air of the beach started to caress her naked body Becky found herself moving even faster. She peeled the fabric down over her hips with an almost desperate urgency as though she couldn't bare to exist even a moment longer without exposing her naked sex to the man she had only just met within the hour.

As her bare pussy came into view, something shifted in Harlan's grip. Becky froze and the thinness of her legs was enough to drop her swimsuit the rest of the way to the ground in a crumpled heap. When she met Harlan's gaze, he nodded, then tugged her head gently to the side forcing Becky to follow in obediently stepping out of her swimsuit. She stood there naked while he stepped forward and kicked it off down the beach, utterly forgotten.

"Not bad, not bad," Harlan muttered. One hand still holding her still as a mannequin on display, his other started to trace her body, the physical embodiment of his eyes roaming greedily over her. As it started tracing up from her narrow waist, the first thing Becky realized was that his hand was large enough that the could have nearly wrapped it around her stomach completely. That realization was dashed from her mind, however, when he drifted up high enough to cover her breasts with his fingers. With slow, lazy movements, as though merely testing the temperature of a pool before dipping in, he traced back and forth along her stiff nipple, earning a stifled squeak from Becky.

Harlan tsked. "None of that," he said, pausing. "You hear either of the other sluts holding back their moans? You might've walked onto this beach some timid little flower, but you're mine now. My whore. And I want to hear my whore sing."

It was true. Neither Robin nor Skye seemed to have an ounce of shame left in them if their wailing cries were anything to go by. Squeaks of pleasure and screams of ecstasy mixed together into a blurred chorus of debauchery. Even Skye's musical charm had drifted to join and emphasize the rhythm of their debasement.

Becky's eyes flickered over for a single moment to try to catch a glimpse of Robin only to see that some portly balding man had taken over after the first had presumably finished breeding her tight teen cunt. Now the only bits Becky could see past his rotund body were her flailing legs and pale, slender hands smacking and grasping lines into the sand around her. The heavy set man had practically laid his entire weight on her, reducing her down to nothing but a toy wrapped around his cock as he fucked her helpless body into the sand.

"Focus, slut," Harlan growled his fingers pressing together to pinch and tweak her nipple in a gesture so sudden and sharp as to be almost painful. Becky squeaked, this time letting the pathetic noise fly free, and turned her full attention back to him.