"...with a show."

Felicia’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she tried to figure out what that meant. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head against Chet’s chest, trying in vain to get a look at his face. “What does--” she cut herself off with a long moan as Chet began, very slowly, to slide his thick fingers in and out of her, and just as slowly to circle her clit with his thumb. “What does that mean?”

“What does that mean?” Chet leaned in and began to whisper harshly, giving her clit a strong flick with each point he laid out, making her quiver and steady herself against him. “I’m going to take your bikini bottoms. Then you are going to sit right here on the beach, show me your little pink pussy, and play with yourself until you cum right here. And maybe, if your lucky, after you do all that, I’ll give you the DKM dick you clearly crave.”

Felicia could hardly believe her ears. He’d managed found something more degrading than making her fuck him like he had earlier; if he’d demanded she fuck him again, she was so ready right now. But to make a show of how horny she was…

While she was thinking, he had slid his hand out of her bikini bottoms, quickly untied them, and pulled them away; instinctively she looked up and down the beach, and was glad to see the area still deserted. At least she wouldn’t be baring her pussy before a crowd this time. She felt him press down on her shoulder with one hand and gave in to the unspoken command that she sink to her knees upon the sand, and she let a rough push between her shoulders topple her onto her hands and knees. There she rested, her mind and her heart racing, unable to believe what she was about to do for this guy, out here in the open.

“I see you’re still marked.” She couldn’t see him, but his words broke through her thoughts, and she remembered she indeed had not washed the blue DKM off of her ass; she moaned, remembering the humiliation of him slowly tracing the tip of the marker across her skin, and she unconsciously lifted her ass into the air, slowly, sensuously wiggling it for him. “Who do those three letters mean you belong to?”

“You,” Felicia moaned, her cheeks and her pussy both burning with her humiliation. She yelped as she felt his hand strike her ass with a smack.

“Wrong,” he growled, his voice growing breathy with obvious lust. “That marks you as property of Delta Kappa Magnum.” He spanked her again, making her moan and sink forward further, resting on her elbows. Chet continued in a harsh whisper. “I marked you as mine somewhere else.”

Felicia groaned again and ran a trembling hand down her body, brushing over her still-covered breasts, her stomach, the thin strip of blond hair at the edge of her pussy, and began to slowly run two fingers up and down her slit.

“That’s right. Show me where I marked you. Show me where I’ve been.”

Felicia moaned long and loud, lowering her cheek to the sand and reaching back with her other hand. She spread her lips apart, as wide as she could, letting him see the wet, pink hole he had filled with his dick, that he had emptied his load into a few hours before.

“Good girl.” He was quiet for a moment, and she half-expected, and perhaps even half-hoped, he was about to bury himself inside her again. Then came his next instruction: “Slide your fingers inside.” Felicia bit her lip, then slipped two fingers in, whimpering at the sensation as she found just how wet and how eager she was. She began to slide her fingers in and out, remembering what it was like when Chet had pinned her down here earlier, when he had pounded her so hard. Letting out a long moan, she let her other hand wander to her clit, and she began to rub it furiously, her moans starting to get quicker and louder. She imagined how she must have looked, pinned down and squealing as she came, her legs trembling with the after-tremors of her orgasm as Chet pulled out of her and his cum dripped from her pussy… And then suddenly she was a spectator and it wasn’t her, it was Lisa, and she saw herself rubbing her pussy, mad with desire as another muscular frat boy rubbed his dick along Lisa’s sloppy pussy and pushed inside, her sister’s eyes and mouth popping open, looking surprised she got fucked into submission…

“What are you thinking about?” Chet’s voice was a throaty growl.

She felt a tide of pressure building within her, and she tried to hasten it on, rubbing herself frantically as she answered. “I’m thinking ab--, oooh, thinking about you and your, ah!, brothers, fucking my sister Lisa, lining, oooh, lining, ooooooh, lining up to fuck her bare pussy one after the other, forcing her to cum, aaaaahhhhhhh…” She was close, so close, imagining another fratboy grabbing Lisa by the hair and unceremoniously jamming his cock into her open mouth, when she heard Chet’s voice: “Roll over.” She groaned, and began to finger herself quicker. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Felicia **** herself to pull her fingers from her pussy, twisted quickly to a sitting position. And before she could bury her fingers back in her pussy, she saw Chet.

He had discarded his swim trunks and was slowly running one hand up and down his big, hard cock. His other hand held his cell phone, and she could only assume he had been recording her this whole time.