Diving sluts

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Story based on true events.

The names of those willing diving whores on the island of Cozumel and in Playa del Carmen have been changed to protect their guilty pussies.

Well, technically, they are not whores but sluts, because I never paid them…

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Brigitte

In those four months on Cozumel as a Divemaster, I only had a handful of babes in my bed. Among others, Brigitte and Jennifer. Both were easy. Brigitte was a cute little tourist minx, and Jennifer was simply a local anal slut. Still, it is the woman who always decides if she is going to spread her legs for you or not. Unless there is some reluctance involved, but trust me, those legs will open too. But like I said, you still have to convince her, even if you are a good-looking Alpha male.

The problem on Cozumel is that most of the tourists are cruise ship tourists, and they leave at 4 PM again. So, you need to find tourists who stay on the island, but Cozumel is only good for diving; there is nothing to do in town. And the island is so small, in a 4-hour bicycle trip, you can do it entirely. The shops primarily sell cheap plastic souvenirs, and there is limited nightlife available. Besides that, the tourists who stay on the island are all resort tourists, and each resort has strict rules regarding diving staff and their presence within the resort. After work hours, you have to be outside the resort instead of grinding that willing resort pussy.

The Animation Team pussies were not stupid either; they knew what the so-called pro-diver's “sharks” were up to and were not interested. Most of the time, they had a relationship with an Animation colleague. So, compared to Playa del Carmen, where you can get laid each day, Cozumel was more a diving-only thing.

One day, I was standing in front of the dive shop counter, which was inside the 5-star resort, close to the beach. I saw a pretty tourist babe from afar on a beach lounger, and one of the Mexican dive instructors (let’s call him Eduardo) was already trying to seduce her. I could already see he was taking the entirely wrong approach with her. The “little violins” approach, which every woman 28+ years old had already heard thousands of times. That doesn’t work, unless they are really bored. Or desperate.

I was in hearing distance, and she saw me watching Eduardo talking with her as he was saying nice things about her and massaging one of her feet. I smiled, and the moment she glanced at me again, I smiled at her and rubbed my index finger over the other index finger, telling her non-verbally with my fingers, "Shame on you."

She grinned at me and said something negative to Eduardo to quickly make him leave and make room for me, causing him to stand up and leave her alone. I must praise him, though; he had seen her real quick. But now it was my turn.

“Hey,” I greeted her, “I am Robert.”

“Hi, I am Brigitte.” She answered, waiting for my line.

I squatted near her lounger, and her warm, soft, and intimate scent reached my nostrils. She turned towards me, and it gave me the chance to have a glimpse at her nicely filled bikini top, enjoying the sight of the tiny bit of fabric, which was trying to hide her lovely breasts.

“No fucking today?” I simply asked, smiling again, keeping a casual posture as I asked about her bedding.

She smiled, liking my approach.

“Maybe not. Maybe yes.” She replied with a twinkle in her eyes and a soft Swiss accent.

“Why don’t we have drinks in town tonight, you and me?” I added.

“Sounds nice. Where?” She asked.

I named her the name of the bar, which I knew would serve cocktails and have a good selection of other alcoholic drinks, and I told her how to get there, but it was well-known, so any cab driver would find it.

“What time?” I asked, leaving her with the comfort of the decision so she would have time enough to eat, get dressed, and be there on time without any stress.

“7.”

“See you then.” I smiled one more time at her and left her alone.

As I minded my own business, I reviewed the picture of her body I had stored in my brain. She was a cute, petite blonde, her hair length just over her shoulders, and probably 5.4 ft. (163 cm) tall. Her bikini-clad breasts looked natural, perhaps a 75C (34C). Her butt was slightly bigger than her boobies, and she had beautiful, penetrating blue eyes. Her smooth legs completed the juicy package. She smelled very invitingly, a mix between Spring flowers and musky sandalwood.

I carefully ignored her the rest of the day, making sure she would think I had better things to do. Disinterest always makes a woman more curious about you. Want you more. Around 4 PM she stood up and walked away from the beach. But before she did that, on purpose, she took her time to look at me, and we looked at each other for a brief moment, as if we were both making sure each one would show up at the bar. I never felt so excited! This might be my first fuck on Cozumel since I arrived 2 months ago.

At 5 PM I finished work; on purpose I did not eat at the resort in the staff canteen because I needed energy for later, and in the staff canteen normally only the rice would be edible; the rest ran out by not being cooled enough. Besides the melted ice cream, that is.

I took the luxury of taking a cab since I didn’t want to wait for the staff bus and let him drop me at the town so I could eat some good food. I knew a place where it was safe to eat (no Montezuma’s, please), the walk from there to the house I shared with two other pro divers was 15 minutes, and I decided to take a quick nap before showering.

Both guys were not there yet, probably coming later on by bus. On the other side, sometimes they didn’t even come home, spending the night at their girlfriend's.

One of them was a shy American guy and in a relationship with another diving instructor, and the other guy, a Mexican, fucked almost everything, but his own girlfriend, a PR girl from our dive shop. I know this, because one time, as we all walked towards the bus, I was walking about 20 ft. behind them, and I overheard the fight they were having. She was complaining about his disinterest in her and always being gone at night. I had heard her complaining about this before, as we were having a staff BBQ.

Valentina

The PR girl's name was Valentina, and at first, I thought she was a shy, faithful girlfriend. She proved me wrong. Months ago, I conducted a night dive, and the PR at the shop counter for that night was Valentina. It was mandatory to have somebody on land in case an emergency occurred.

Valentina was from Belgium, and we all knew her tendency to change her hair color every six or seven months; I thought it was perhaps out of boredom. Or trying to be a rebel. But for me, she was a timid, hesitant girl with gentle manners, and she would avoid speaking up, unless really necessary. And even then, she would still be speaking quietly. Right now, she had her hair in her natural blonde color.

Before my night divers arrived, it felt as if she was a bit flirty with me. Little things like bending in front of me, showing me her great ass, or saying to me, “I looked good today." but I didn’t pay real attention.

Anyway, I checked all the gear and the torches and sat down in the shade to wait for the customers.

It was unusually hot that evening, and once the bosses had all gone home, Valentina had taken off her mandatory dive shop polo, revealing a big set of beautiful breasts wrapped in a tight bikini. Her breasts were magnificent! I had all forgotten about them, but I did see her in a bikini once before, a long time ago, as we had a staff event, and we had several boats that brought us to a newly discovered snorkeling spot before we would start selling this as a ½ day trip.

What I loved the most is that no bikini in the world would be able to handle her big young tits and prevent them from spilling out. That soft white flesh was meant to be displayed, and her beautiful tits were made to invite any cock that might be nearby. Hell, Valentina's tits would probably invite any cock on the entire island! I am not really a tit-fucker, but Valentina was built for it. Imagine pressing those tits together and fucking that warm valley in between them, her open mouth ready to drink from your cum-spewing cock.

As soon as we would have left the jetty, the PRs would normally lower all the shutters, because in the evening, the open counter combined with the light inside would attract tons of mosquitoes. The door always stayed open. This time, Valentina had already lowered them before any clients showed up, which was a bit early, if you ask me, but that was her decision.

“Robert?” She called me from inside the little booth, “Could you help me with my bikini straps? She asked in a flirty way.

I stood up and entered the booth, wondering why she needed me. There she was, leaning with her arms onto the counter, her back towards me and showing me her great buttocks. Her bikini top was completely gone, and she was only wearing her small bikini bottom. I could see a bit of the side from one of her big white tits resting on the counter, and my cock started right away twitching in my shorts.

“I can't find my little bikini top, Robert. Does that bother you?” She whispered in a seductive tone, looking at me over her naked shoulders. Valentina arched her back a little bit more, offering me a good view of her scantily clad pussy. I could see her swollen mound barely being covered by the little patch of bikini fabric, and she was clearly inviting me to fuck her hard. I looked again at her almost naked love opening, and I could easily see the two protruding lips and the slightly deeper slit in between them.

I grinned because her boyfriend was one of my roommates. But I didn’t mind; he was cheating on her too. Perhaps she found out and wanted to get even, or she was simply a little horny bitch and wanted a new cock tonight. My cock.

I quickly looked at my watch; the first customers would not arrive in the next 20 or 25 minutes. I walked up behind her and jammed my hardened crotch against her round butt. My cock was quickly growing into a ready-to-fuck-her state, and Valentina gave me an appreciating look as she felt the size of my thick cock pushing against her butt. To encourage me even more, she backed up, pressing her butt against me. Telling me by wiggling her sexy ass against me that she was mine to fuck, she not caring about her boyfriend.

I simply let my shorts drop onto my sandals, not even bothering to take them off entirely. The moment I lowered my swim trunks, my now fully erect cock bounced up against my flat stomach, a drop of precum flying through the air and landing on the floor tiles. With my left hand I quickly caressed her cunt through her bikini bottom. Feeling how wet she was. I knew instantly that Valentina didn’t need any foreplay; she was wet as a bitch in heat. I pulled her bikini bottom to one side and with my right hand placed my ready cock against her love canal, the fat helmet already pushing aside her reddened lips.

As I pushed my rod deeper, Valentina moaned softly, feeling how her birth hole was being invaded by my fat cockhead. She quickly braced herself with both hands onto the countertop and eagerly pushed back but struggled with my girth.

“Oh!” She softly moaned as I pushed deeper, and she felt my throbbing knob pass her tight entrance, her cunt giving up the fighting and resisting my cock, now willingly opening up for me. She was very wet. And that was needed, because her 21-year-old pussy was very tight, barely having been used at all.

I stopped pushing for a moment and held my cock still, halfway inside her. We both enjoyed our flesh on flesh, no rubber separating us. I grabbed her hanging tits with both hands from behind, loving the fullness and how well they filled both my big hands completely. Valentina let out a soft sigh and looked at me over her shoulder again.

“Fuck me now.” Was all she said, almost begging for it.

I let her big tits go and grabbed her slender waist, pulling my cock back all the way and then ramming it inside her.

I started ramming my cock inside her well-greased cunt, and the quiet Valentina became a true screamer. Each time I sank my cock all the way in her, Valentina grunted like an animal. The moment I sped up the pace of fucking her, she became loud and started screaming with each deep shove. The entire beach must have heard her. Anyone within range would hear a young woman loudly enjoy the bashing her cunt was receiving.

After another couple of hard shoves, I felt her cunt contract on my cock, and she shuddered all over as she screamed my name. Her first orgasm almost knocked her off her feet, and I had to hold her steady as I waited with my hard cock deep inside her until she recovered a little bit.

Ignoring how sensitive her clit was after cumming, I started fucking her cheating cunt again. I smiled at the idea of her finally cheating on her unfaithful boyfriend. I looked down at my cock sliding smoothly in and out of her opening, her labia sealing around my cock airtight. When I pushed, they would disappear inside her, and when I pulled back, I could see her cunt lips stretch around my rod, trying to keep it inside her.

Young 21-year-old cunts can handle a lot of cock and a lot of ramming. I had no mercy with her and kept fucking that soppy hole as hard as I could. Suddenly, I felt Valentina stiffen up again, and that pushed me over the edge, my balls quickly pumping her full with my warm seed. Valentina screamed my name again as she felt her womb being flooded with my hot cum. I held still, my cock tip deep inside her, touching her cervix. My balls kept flooding her tight opening with my seed until I felt a warm drop of my own cum leak against my leg. I had just filled this young whore fully.

She tried to squeeze out one more shot of cum, her cunt milking me by contracting on my spent cock, but she had already drained my balls to an almost painful level. As she noticed that my cock had become flaccid inside her, she pulled it out and turned around, squatting in front of me. Like a true whore, she took my meat in her young mouth and sucked it clean, the tip of her tongue playing with it and drawing circles around my sensitive helmet. Two or three minutes later she was satisfied and stood up. She gave me a long French kiss, and I could taste a bit of my own manhood on her lips.

“Hello? Are you done?” somebody called from outside the diving booth.

We both laughed and quickly got dressed to attend the first customer.

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Back to Brigitte

Whenever people wonder why pro divers have such nice muscles, well, one of the reasons is that Mexicans can by law, without getting any punishment, not show up at work three days per month. Which was always the case, after getting paid. Some captains were trustworthy, but the ground staff were pure bums, having a three-day liquor run and not showing up for work. Whenever the tank boys did not show, the divemasters had to do their jobs. On Cozumel, in our dive shop, we are talking up to 200 tanks per day. Which has to be carried from the compressor room all the way to the jetty. No wonder we all had shoulders, arms, and backs of steel. We used an old, wooden open trailer, which could carry roughly 64 tanks, and after loading it, we pulled it all the way and then unloaded those tanks. And repeat. And repeat again. No heavy exercise before diving doesn’t count for Divemasters…

Anyway. I slept for about an hour, having set two alarms (don’t want to miss a fuck, right?), shaved and showered, and went by foot to the cocktail bar. Of course I was early. It is the little things that convince women when dating, such as being there before they arrive.

I sat at a high, round bar table on a bar stool, and a waitress came, so I ordered a cocktail, asking her to have just a tiny bit of alcohol in it, since I am a much better stud when sober. My drink arrived shortly after, and so did Brigitte.

She looked amazing, wearing a tight-fitting, short evening dress. You could see her perky breasts pushing against the thin fabric, and it was barely able to restrain her beautiful butt. The dress had a round, sophisticated decollete, almost showing both her areolas, teasing you to look longer than normal manners would allow, hoping she might show them by perhaps a sudden move of her upper body. The dress was fixed with a thin golden ring around her neck, and I had no clue how I would get her out of that dress.

“Please have a seat; it is so nice that you are here.” I spoke first.

After she sat down, I offered her the cocktail menu, asking if she likes cocktails.

“What are you having?” She asked, looking at my glass.

“A Caipirinha.” I answered, leaving out that there was barely alcohol in it.

She checked the menu, and the moment a waitress came to take her order, she ordered a mojito.

We chatted a little bit until her drink came, and we toasted, me saying, “On tonight.”

“On tonight.” Brigitte answered, giving me a sexy look.

“Now I have one problem, Brigitte," I started with a serious tone in my voice, but my eyes were smiling. “How the hell do you get out of that dress? How do you open it?”

She grinned; this Dutchie was straight to the point. “Here, let me show you.” And in one fluid movement, she opened the ring around her neck and closed it again.

Damn. I still didn’t understand it. I stood up and walked around the table to stand behind her. “Let me try this.” I said, and she sat a bit more upright for me to give me good access to her neck. I grabbed the golden neck ring, but she was so supportive in showing me how to do it. “Look, like this.” And she unhooked an almost invisible lock mechanism.

“Let me try.” And now it worked. I was able to unhook the ring that kept her dress lifted over her breasts. I stood really close with my lips to her neck, and she shivered from excitement. I saw, while looking over her shoulders, the now rock-hard pointy nipples betraying her lust for me.

“Good job.” Brigitte praised me. “You will need to do it one more time tonight…” she whispered.

I really had to restrain myself from not ripping her dress off her right there on the spot and fucking her senseless. But still, we could flirt and tease a little, right? I kept standing behind her and pushed my fully erect cock against her lovely butt.

“Thank you for helping me, Brigitte.” I whispered in her ear as I leaned in, my lips close to touching it, my warm breath caressing her neck. I kept pressure with my erect cock against her ass, and she wiggled her crack against my cock, inviting me for more.

I let the sexual tension be and was about to sit down on my bar stool again, but she stopped me in my tracks and pulled me towards her, kissing me. Her pointy tongue quickly penetrated my mouth, savoring my spit as she circled it around my tongue. She kept holding me by my t-shirt with one hand, and her other hand sneaked down, softly caressing my hard-on through the fabric of my linen pants. She moaned softly inside my mouth as she felt my fully erect cock with her hand.

As we came up for air, I called the waitress and asked for the bill. Brigitte kept caressing my cock, even when the waitress came back. Just when I was paying, Brigitte slid one hand inside my pants and softly pulled my foreskin back, her thumb playing with my sensitive cockhead, and started slowly jacking me off.

A drop of precum made a wet spot on my trousers. The waitress saw our action and blushed, quickly giving me back my change. I asked her to call me a cab because I didn’t want us to walk 15 minutes in the horny state; we were both in. We would never make it to my place, and fucking in public was a tricky thing in Mexico. Brigitte was no fool either and only rubbed my cock a couple of times more before she let it go. The tent in my pants was enormous, and she grinned, seeing what she had caused.

"Are you happy now?” I said, and we both laughed.

The cab came, and we sat on the back seat, and I explained to her that it was a 5-minute drive. Brigitte nodded, looking through the window, enjoying the Mexican landscape, her hand casually massaging her thick trophy, keeping me hard and ready for her. We arrived, I paid, and I told her I have two roommates. She just nodded. We got inside, and I noticed that nobody was home. I took her by the hand, and we walked to my bedroom, letting her go in first. Her inviting, musky perfume reached my nostrils as she walked past me.

The moment I wanted to close the door behind me, she whispered to leave it wide open…

To be continued.