Poolside Fun

I know it's been quite a while since I last updated any of my stories. As of now, none of them are abandoned. That being said, I won't promise any kind of regular updates either. I write for fun, and I write for free. I do it when I feel like it. Sometimes that isn't for a while.

“How about this one?” Luna giggled as she stepped out of the dressing room, giving me a twirl. She had asked me to take her to the new public pool that had just opened on Greene Street, to which I agreed. Of course, she insisted she had absolutely nothing to wear, and I simply had to take her shopping for a new bikini– or 10. This was despite the fact that her collection was actually quite extensive, if the OnlyFans that I had **** her to delete was any indication.

Women.

The one she was wearing currently was the fifth she had modeled for me, and it was just as conservative as all the others. I was growing tired of her teasing routine, waiting for her to get to the wide variety of micro-bikinis that I had gotten for her to try on. I was the one paying, and it was ultimately my choice.

I scoffed. “What is this, the 1920’s? Get with the times, Luna. I’m starting to get impatient. If you don’t show me a good one soon, you can swim naked.” Which would be much preferable to the monstrosity she was currently wearing.

“Oh, fine!” She fake pouted, knowing her game had come to an end. Truthfully, I suspected she was quite excited to show off her body to me in a skimpy ensemble.

I was proved right by the way she strutted out of the dressing room a minute later, wearing a bikini that made very careful use of three very small triangles. She swayed this way and that, stretching her arms just abruptly enough that the tits which strained her bikini top gave a little bounce. After that was a quick twirl, showing that the thong bikini was swallowed entirely by her perfectly shaped fat bubble butt. Altogether, it was a lust-inducing sight, but I refrained from letting my attraction reveal itself on my face as she glanced over her shoulder to gain my reaction.

“It will do,” I said neutrally. Better to keep her chasing.

After another hour and several more micro-bikinis of similar sluttiness being selected, we stepped through the gates to the pool. I gazed around imperiously, a king surveying his realm. The place was packed on a hot summer’s day like this, filled with sluts sunning themselves on lounge chairs or splashing around in the water, in similar attire to Luna. Each was trying to catch the attention of a man, except for the lucky few that already had, who could be found bouncing up and down on the lounge chairs or testing their breath underwater. All told, there were maybe four girls for every guy.

It might seem strange that so many public places had such large majorities of women. What were the guys doing all day? The truth was, an additional effect of Slutavin was that it vastly increased the likelihood of a pregnancy resulting in a girl. The population continued to rise because the average guy impregnated far more than one woman in his life. The population divide was only exacerbated by the fact that many beautiful women were brought… not so willingly from foreign shores. All told, of Segia’s population of about 1.3 million, just over a million were women.

I could tell Luna was slightly overwhelmed by the scenes in front of us. She was fairly sheltered, after all, and the scenes before us spoke more truly to the nature of the society she now lived in than anything else she had likely been exposed to. These bitches did not enjoy Luna’s privilege, and here they were demeaning and exposing themselves for the slightest bit of male attention. Luna had grown up with anything she wanted at her fingertips, but things were changing for her now. Now that my father had essentially cast his daughters aside (spurred by some ‘advice’ from a well-placed agent of mine), she would have to be careful to ensure she didn’t end up in a similar position. And, as I was sure she realized, her best ticket to safety was me.

I brought us to a VIP cabana that had been set aside for me. Luna quickly settled down to sun herself on a cushioned lounge chair. As she arched her back dramatically, thrusting out her tits, she glanced at me. My eyes, however, were scanning the poolside, looking for a toy that I could use for a bit of fun. If it would make Luna that much more jealous, well, that was only an added benefit.

I quickly found one slut who stood out from the rest. She was beautiful, with tanned skin, pouty lips, and dark auburn hair. Her patterned white bikini did little to hide her seriously impressive bust or killer ass, although it was much more conservative than pretty much every other whore present. It was also clearly designer. If that wasn’t indication enough of her wealth, the bodyguard fending off male suitors confirmed the notion.

And wasn’t that a personal affront to my sensibilities. Who did this bitch think she was, exactly? She thought herself above her true status as a fuckdoll? That was something I would simply have to correct.

I got up to approach her, even as Luna continuously tried to draw my attention by stretching in a downward dog pose, thrusting out her ass. I paid her no mind, instead making my way across the pool to my next conquest. As I made to approach her cabana, which happened to be directly across from mine, her burly bodyguard raised an arm to stop me.

I turned to face him. The man was approaching ‘freak of nature’ status. He had a solid 6 inches on me, and I was 6 foot fucking seven. The suit that he was wearing despite the temperature did not hide his burly, muscular build. Even as he stared me down through his sunglasses, though, I was not intimidated.

“Get out of my way,” I told him. His face broke into a low chuckle. Clearly, then, he did not recognize me. Without hesitation, I knocked him to the ground with a lightning quick uppercut. When I stepped on him to get into the cabana, he groaned, but did not stir.

The bitch, lounging on her cushioned sofa, did not look intimidated by my presence or the fact that I had just knocked her bodyguard out cold. On the contrary, a seductive smile played across her full lips. She puckered them slightly, and ran her lips around them, bringing up thoughts of what else they could be doing right now. Her tongue retreated to leave those plump cushions glistening slightly in the sunlight.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, exactly, whore?” I demanded.

“I’m Gabriela Moreira. Of course, there’s no question of who you are, Master.” Even as she spoke, her voice tinged lightly with a foreign lilt and more heavily with a sensuous purr, she stretched with an air of casualty. Her true intentions could not have been more apparent.

Gabriela’s name and her accent indicated what I had already suspected; she was not Segian. This level of protection from male attention may have indicated that a powerful man owned her, but if so she was being far too bold in attracting the attention of another man considering the consequences that would fall on her for cheating. And Segian women simply did not have the independent power to hire bodyguards or protect themselves from their proper roles, beyond the unique cases of my aunts Francesca and Vittoria, as well as Christine Carmichael before I had claimed her. Therefore, it only made sense that she was some rich foreign woman.

Of course, what that meant was that she was a thoroughbred natural slut, in a similar vein to Liza. Even outside of her behavior, I could think of no other reason for her to come to Segia. Any traveler was rare enough in this private paradise, but a woman on her own was essentially unheard of. We did not do business with women, except to buy and sell them. And any woman who came here could hardly hope to escape with her freedom. She would not have been allowed to bring a bodyguard through, either. I could imagine an extremely attractive woman like Gabriela being allowed to cross the border, but a man would never get through without some authorization from someone important in Segia. He must have been hired on the island.

I was still in no mood to play Gabriela’s game of flirty seduction. “What was the point of the bodyguard, if you’re so **** to get fucked?”

Her manicured fingers ran across her bottom lip as she spoke. “Oh, he was just to keep the grunts out. I would never say no to a man of status.” Her tone dripped with nectar as she emphasized the last word. “There was no need to be quite so rough with the man. I would have let you in had you asked.”

“When I want something, I’m not in the habit of asking for it.” She shivered under my lustful gaze. “Why are you here, exactly?”

“In Segia? Or at this pool?”

“Both.”

She leaned back on her sofa. “My father owned a large construction business in São Paulo. When he passed, it all fell to me. But I’m no business-woman. At heart, I’m a trophy wife. I want to hang off the arm of some powerful, handsome man, looking pretty and buying expensive clothes on his dime and serving his every desire in the bedroom. So I sold the business. I had no shortage of suitors, but none truly attracted my attention. None knew how to treat me. Except one, a Segian man that I met at a club. He fucked me like I have never been fucked before, treated me like a true whore in every sense of the word. He was too low class to marry, of course, but I knew then where I had to go to find the sort of life I desire. I arrived recently, and I came to this place simply to get the lay of the land. What luck for me, then, that I seem to have attracted the attention of the most powerful man in Segia?”

It was quite the story. I could give this bitch exactly the sort of life she was looking for, of course, but I wouldn’t. She wasn’t quite up to my standard for keeping, and anyway, I wasn’t here to fulfill the desires of some spoiled rich bitch. She thought she understood her true role, but she didn’t. If every guy at this pool wanted a piece of her ass, she should be fucking grateful. She should be thanking each one of them with a sloppy fucking deepthroat. Women weren’t meant to have standards. I would teach her that lesson– on the end of my cock.

I let none of this on initially, however. “Well, you’ve attracted my attention, but how about we see if you can keep it?” I whipped out my cock. Even soft as it was, it elicited a gasp. “Let’s see about that throat game of yours.”

To Gabriela’s credit, she hardly hesitated in tackling the monster task. I remained standing at the edge of her sofa while she laid down on it on her stomach, her head overhanging the edge. First to snake out was her tongue, and there was nothing tentative about the swirling licks she eagerly lavished on my cockhead. All the while, she was nearly cross eyed, staring down the ‘barrel of the gun’, so to speak. Next came her plump pink lips. They were just barely up to the challenge of stretching around my shaft, but I took a great deal of pleasure in her persistent process of wrapping them around it. She knew enough to keep her tongue licking even as she stretched and stretched her jaw just enough to manage it. When she finally had, her formerly thick lips were formed into a perfectly thin O around my cockhead, distorted to their limit. It gave a comical look to her formerly-well-put-together face, one that was quite demeaning. I enjoyed it very much.

The bitch got to sucking. Inch by inch, lick by lick, she worked her way down my shaft, and my cockhead worked its way down her tight throat. It wasn’t long before her eyes rolled back in her head as her first orgasm arrived. She couldn’t make any noise, my cock forming an airtight seal of her mouth as it did, but her throat still hummed and convulsed around my cock. Her nostrils flared, and her body shook slightly, causing tremors that ever-so-slightly clapped together her bikini-clad bubble butt.

I took to thrusting back and forth gently, as it soon became too difficult for her to move her head enough to a significant enough degree to get the job done. Of course, I almost never did anything gently, and so this did not last. The pace of my thrusts increased more and more, until it was not so much her effort but mine that brought her closer and closer to my base. To her credit, she took it in stride. If ‘in stride’ meant while experiencing near-continuous earth shattering climaxes, that is.

“That’s right,” I told her, “Get it all wet. You’re gonna want the whole thing lubed.” She, for whatever reason, did not respond.

I wanted to get into the really serious action, and so I stopped momentarily and pulled back out. She didn’t have time for any words, just a quick gasp, as I picked her up bodily and flipped her around so she was on her back. Then my cock was stuffed right back down her throat.

This new position allowed her throat to be positioned in a more straight line, so that I had a better angle to really give her a nice facefucking. I got started on this right away, slamming in and out even faster than I had been before. The rest of her face was very quickly presented with my huge swinging balls, and her tits were now free to bounce back and forth with the rhythm. The bikini top did a poor job of containing them, and an even poorer job after I pulled it to the side so I could have some toys to play with. I batted her melons back and forth, making them bounce and jiggle against each other. All the while, my cock hammered her throat like there was no tomorrow, and my balls continued their rhythmic clapping into Gabriela’s face.

Finally, I pulled back. Gabriela was a mess of slobber and sweat and running make-up, and she was still shaking off the daze of her orgasmic high, but she managed to twist around and give me a seductive look (although the whole ruined face thing made it a bit more whorish and pathetic).

“Did I do good, Daddy?” she asked in a cutesy voice.

I smirked. “That was a good start, slut. But let’s see how you take it up the other end.”

I climbed onto the couch and suspended myself over her in a plank position. Then I used one hand to hold myself up, while with the other I ripped her designer bikini bottom right off her ass.

“Spread those cheeks, slut!” I commanded, and she complied. Then I guided my cock, lubed as it was only by her spit, toward her clenched pink asshole. Just before I started forcing it in, I noticed that the hole looked a lot like her puckered lips.

Stuffing my cock up the asshole of a bitch, no matter her anal virginity status, is never an easy task. But I have near endless persistence, patience, and disregard for a slut’s comfort. Once Gabriela’s hole eventually gave way, and even as she cried out her first orgasm, I got started at a brutal pace right away. I did not hold back in any sense, and her asshole accommodated me only through my sheer will. This bitch had annoyed me, and now I intended to assfuck her into a more proper state of mind.

Each thrust was a mighty CLAP! The claps came with shocking frequency, so shocking that even Gabriela’s constant state of orgasm couldn’t save her from the pain. The yelps and cries that mixed in with her moans were music to my ears. After a minute or two of fucking, I would take a handful of her straight auburn hair in my hands and pull back, causing her to arch her back, and adding that little extra bit of pain. Overall, it was a true painal experience, through and through.

This new position allowed me to look out the cabana’s entrance to the rest of the pool. Even despite Gabriela’s best efforts (FUCK! FUCKING FUCK! IT HURTS SO GOOD, DADDY!) we attracted little attention. Such an activity as this was hardly uncommon, these days. I did, however, notice one pair of eyes on us. Luna looked sulkily at me across the pool, her typical bratty pout on her face. When she caught my eye she quickly moved to cross her arms under her tits. It didn’t escape my notice, though, that one hand had emerged from under her thong.

I did not prolong the affair with Gabriela, primed as I was from the throatfucking. Fast and hard. It didn’t take much to break the slut’s mind, if she had ever had one. By the time my seed erupted into her asshole, she was babbling in gibberish. I pulled out, and my seed came fountaining out of the thoroughly abused and gaping hole to follow me, along with a whoosh of escaped air. I dipped my cock back in the ‘pot’, just to ensure it had a nice layer of seed. Then I went around to the insensate Gabriella. Her mouth was lolling open, conveniently enough for me. I used it to thoroughly clean off the seed and filth that had accumulated during our fucking. The last few drops I wiped in her hair. Then I left her there.

As I walked out of the cabana, I passed a few men standing around outside. “She’s all yours,” I told them. By the time she was through with Segia, I was sure Gabriela would have quite changed her philosophy about latching onto one rich man. If she ever managed to escape.

Back on the other side of the pool, I found Luna still sulking. “Enjoy your day at the pool, little sis?” I asked her brightly.

Her only response was a “Hmmpf.”

As she got up to follow me out, I gave her a light slap to the ass in reprimand. “Answer with respect when I ask you a question, Luna.”

Though she rubbed her ass, I noticed the blush that spread across her cheeks. And the faint smile that played across her lips.