Visiting the beach and the theater

Be glad when this Covid shit is over so we can head out and do something like this again. An oldie experience of mine but a beloved one

My love, my Master, has been so good to me. If you’ve read my shit I’ve posted here and on /r/rapekink, this has been an extremely difficult year for me and I haven’t always handled it the best. I recently messed up bad, prompting some visits I’d rather not have made but clearly needed to. After all the hustle and mess and drama of the past two weeks (all self inflicted, at least directly), my wonderful man who I don’t deserve took me to Myrtle Beach. We were only there a few days, arrived Friday night and left Monday afternoon right after lunch. But it was nice to get away, and just be with him. At least that was the original intention.

Friday, the drive down was pretty normal. He got off work, I had packed everything, and we headed out. Once we got on the highway, I leaned over and gave me a long slow blowjob. It wasn’t about making him cum or being slutty. It’s hard to describe. It was about having prolonged physical contact with the man who is my world, giving him enjoyment. I leaned against him, head slowly bobbing, taking my time as we drove. Since we were in the truck, no one except maybe a trucker got a show, but it was just about us, about him. Eventually, I felt him press down and I swallowed as he filled my mouth, sucking his cock clean before lifting my head up and cuddling against him. A couple hours later I saved him a pit stop by leaning down again, the heat in my mouth swallowed down. He told me he loved me and I cried clinging to him. I’d do anything for him, I really would.

Eventually we got to our hotel and checked in. He was still stinky from work, so he showered while I put away our things, then we headed out to eat, then a long walk. Nothing sounds more beautiful than the ocean. I clung to him throughout the walk, my rock. I’d be so fucked without him. When we got back, he gave me my meds, and we made out for a long time, before moving on the bed. I straddled him, taking him in me, and slowly rode my Master, savoring the feeling of him inside me. Again, taking our time, long physical contact, if you could bottle up that feeling and sell it as a drug, I’d be a hopeless addict.

We took our time, before he finally rolled me over, his thrusting more urgent.  My legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as he came in me. When he tried to pull away, I held tight and he humored me, staying inside and on me until he shrunk and slipped out. Then he patted me on the cheek and told me to clean up and I did. We cuddled the rest of the night, him spooning me. I feel so safe there, it’s home.

I woke him Saturday with a blowjob and when we got in the shower after, he pushed me down and pissed all over me. Then he washed me and I washed him and it was how things are supposed to be. For me, at any rate. We went out to the beach after breakfast, ran around after, had lunch, and back to the beach again. It was just a long, simple lazy day. Or it was supposed to have been.

Those that have read my posts know about my need, that urgency that sometimes strikes me. Since my issues that started after Father’s Day, I haven’t had rough sex, not since the Tuesday after, like I usually get. I wasn’t complaining, we’d had even more sex than usual, and most of it in my pussy. I loved having his warmth in me and truly enjoyed our gentle moments together. I haven’t been well, and had been warned off addictive behaviors and that included more intense sex and adrenaline chasing.

That said, as the day went on, that itch, that urge, that need came out. I got frisky, or friskier than normal for me, handsy, even more smart mouthed. Finally, around dinner, I just got blunt. I told him I needed him to hurt me. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue, as stated, but that was the very thing I was supposed to avoid at this moment. But I’m almost like a junkie in those states, I’ve abused myself in the dorm bathroom for an online friend, my first self fist was in that need with that same friend, I’ve had my Master vent on me in that mood, been used and abused so many times in so many ways. It just holds me, makes me fixate only on that need and I just have to purge it all from me.

My Master recognized that as well, by my eyes, my trembling, or the smell of my sex. Instead of hurting me like I wanted, he said instead, let’s go out. I didn’t know what he meant but we left and he looked up something on his phone and we drove off. I tried to suck him, but he pushed me away and told me to sit still. I started to argue but he slapped me, not too hard, but enough to get my attention and said one word. Behave. I sat up straight and did.

We drove for a bit and ended up at an adult theater after a fairly long drive. I smiled at him, almost crying by this point. We went in, me holding onto his arm, while he paid for one of the mini theaters for us, and then gave the man some more money. Then we went in. Adult stores and theaters always have such a stale stink to them and this one was much the same. It was a smaller theater, with ugly folding chairs, a couple big 2 person love seats that were worn as hell, and at the back a long 3 or 4 ft high wall with a bit of space behind it. We went to one of the love seats, which were so soft you just sank in them, as people fucked on the screen. It was hard to see but there were 5 or 6 men in there, all my Master’s age or older, the best looking one being average at best. They were all watching us, some attempting to be discrete, and some just glaring. I don’t think any of them saw me as a person. I didn’t feel like one at that moment anyway.

I was wearing a nice simple summer dress, no bra, no panties, only that and my plug as my man pawed at me, but angling me more to be shown off. I was already drenched, and was literally trembling. I was about to cry actually, my emotional state was so unsteady. He pulled down my top and exposed my chest, then pulled up my dress until it was just bunched around my waist. He spread my lips, fingering me as he stood up and waved the men over, just explaining a couple rules. No pictures and no fucking.

The first guy almost ran over to me, if he could run. He was fat, about 50, and was pawing at my nipple piercings almost immediately. I was half sunk into that love sofa seat thing, looking up at him and moaning as he pulled hard on them. I leaned up, grabbing at his crotch, unzipping him as he held my face and kissed me. He smelled a bit, sour, a heavy smoker clearly, but I didn’t care. I pulled his cock free as someone else grabbed at my tit and my leg was jerked aside and stroked. His cock was a bit smaller than average and smelled and tasted strongly, but I didn’t care. If my man had allowed it, I’d have let him fucked me bareback. Which is why I let my Master control things, I’d do stupid, reckless, or dangerous shit absent him. Instead I bobbed on his cock and when told, I fingered his ass. My tits were being groped and mashed, by him or another guy and someone was inexpertly fingering my cunt.

He asked for me to eat his ass and I nodded and he turned around, leaning over a bit and I leaned up, shoving my face in his ass. It was nasty in all honestly, but again I didn’t care. In my mind, I wanted to be beat with the strap so this was nothing. I was nothing, and then he turned and came on my face. I sucked him clean and then another man, 60ish grabbed my head hard and shoved in my mouth. He was 6ish, average, but he was intense. He called me a slut, a whore, and just rammed at my throat hard. My eyes watered and he mashed my tits in his hands and pulled me up by them. That made me cry and Master said to be easy with the piercings. His face was bony and bristly as he kissed me. I don’t know if he noticed there was cum on my face or cared. He then pulled back and spit in my face, stinging my eye. Then it was back to fucking my throat. I heard my love talking to a couple of the men, what I don’t know about. Then my head was grabbed and shoved down as he came in my mouth. I heard during that no camera and someone put away their phone.

I was then walked over, after someone came in, another customer, to behind the wall. I spent the next fifteen or twenty minutes back there, guys taking turns fucking my mouth as I kneeled. 2 came on my face and chest and two in my mouth. The next guy took his time and shoved my head into the corner, fucking my mouth, his gut smashing my face. I was soaked in sweat, in cum, after he was done. Then one of the guys my master had talked to walked over and pissed on me. Another guy waved his cock around for a minute and did the same and I sat there trembling, soaked in strange men’s piss. I then sucked the second mans cock and when he came, he pulled out and came in my hair. My love then told me it was time to go and I wanted to stay but I straightened my clothes as best I could and left through the back with him. 

I got in the car, and when he got in, I was almost in tears. I begged him to hit me. Hurt me. Fuck I was at 11 and he knew it. He told me to lean back and fist myself and I did as we drove back to the hotel. I reeked of piss and cum and in all honestly, if he’d punched me in the face I would have smiled. I was in it deep and I grunted and self abused my cunt with my hand, balling it up and all but punching myself as much as humanly possible. I had come twice and my wrist hurt badly by the time we got back and he let me inside and again, I begged him to hurt me. I couldn’t help myself and I was sobbing and he just held me instead of hurting me. I probably bawled for thirty minutes before that urge, that need washed over me and I just clung tightly to him. He then got me on my hands and knees, mounted me, and slowly but deeply fucked me until he came in me. He then spooned me and told me to keep his cum in me. I did, and I didn’t shower until morning, and not until about 30 minutes after he had came into me again.

After he finished his shower, Sunday morning, I finally cleaned myself as we stripped the bed, which reeked. Honestly the whole room did, thanks to my piss soaked dress. I got in a bikini, he gave me my meds, and we chilled at the beach all day, only sneaking off to eat or fuck, each time keeping his cum in me. I’m on the pill and plan on staying it, but I loved knowing what he was doing, the risk of it. I cried again in his arms later that night, just releasing the stress of the past 2 weeks. This time, he pressed me flat, pulled out my plug, and lightly lubed me, his body on top of mine, taking it, but gently, sating his need. Finally, he came deep in my ass, pulling me over to clean his cock. I did and I held him and told him I loved him. He told me the same, and spooned me again the rest of the night.

Today, I woke him with a blowjob, but again he needed more, fucking me. I begged him to cum in me and he did and I kept it in me until he was done with his shower, and I took mine. On our way back, after lunch, I gave him another long bj, and again, once, I took his piss so he could keep driving. I have to deal with my issues once again when we get home, but I love him for taking care of me, despite all the shit and drama that’s happened this year. I’m beyond lucky in this life to be his.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/goqbvc/visiting_the_beach_and_the_theater