Sandy Beach! (Jack Stalker and bustyroleplayer)

[Jack Stalker]

Sandy Beach!​

Ian Summers had been hard since he had first laid eyes on Naomi Watson . So fucking hard. Working at the resort for a few weeks as a customer service manager and liaison usually brought him into a position to view many different women up close, but Naomi was off the charts compared to anyone he had seen up until now. Even though she was an older woman and clearly married, she had the figure of a girl half her age and the looks to match. he also caught, quite early in her visit, that her husband was clearly not giving her the attention she deserved, already having been spotted hitting on a couple of the waitresses in the bar and one of the maids. It was madness, but a madness that he fully intended to take advantage of. This he watched her like a hawk, made sure that he dealt with any issues which came up for her and her group personally, and bided his time waiting for an opportunity to make a move. A woman like her? She had to respond positively to a younger guy letting her know just how fucking hot she still was... and if she didn't? Well, no one would be around to back up whatever crazy fantasy she might try and spill out about a guy touching her up.

He waited patiently, until one afternoon opportunity struck. He followed her to the secluded beach, unsure of whether she had spotted him, unsure if whether she had noticed him raping her with his eyes over the past few days. Whatever the reason she was alone and showing off her tight toned body in a fuck me swimming costume, laid out on the beach like a prize to betaken, like a treasure to be discovered, like a woman in a marriage she didn't want, looking to get hit on and fucked by the first man with enough balls to try it on. He was that man for sure and he wasted no time approaching her, carefully padding across the sand, shoes abandoned, shirt open, shorts clinging to his powerful frame as he fucked her a thousand times with his eyes and thoughts until he was right up close to her, close enough to hear her breaths, see the book she was reading. Amusement flashing in his eyes. Most women were reading that series dreaming about what they were unlikely to ever get, a hard fucking from a younger man, reaffirming that they were just as hot and desirable as they were when they were eighteen. Fuck, he imagined that she couldn't be any hotter than she was right now, and he was going to show her that.

He moved with purpose, lowering himself down behind her he planted a warm wet kiss on her shoulder, immediately moving his hands onto her legs, slowly feeling the electrifying surge of lust and pleasure rippling through him as he slid them up her calves, over the back of her legs to nestle between her thighs, fingertips stroking her hot flesh until they were up against her pussy, protected by a flimsy layer of material which would provide no barrier at all to his invasive and brazen assault on her body. He removed his hand and stroked it down her spine, smoothing his palm over her taut ass until he was ready to ease his fingers under her suit to tease them down and around, sinking his digits into the crease of her cunt, spreading her folds and stroking his middle finger through the crevice of her slit. His other hand slid around, under her, over her tits until it was cradling her throat as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Next time you should wear a string bikini Miss Watson. It'll make this easier... and with your body you should be showing off every fucking inch of , shouldn't you? That's the best way to get the attention you're obviously seeking." he hissed into her ear as he sank his finger into her cunt, feeling it cave in as he forced her open and drilled his finger into her heated channel. feeling the warmth spread along his hand as he fucked her open with a single fingertip, driven by a deep lust.

"You come out here, making sure I saw you, didn't you Miss Watson? You came down to this secluded beach that you knew was off limits to guests right now. You lay there reading that filth, losing yourself in a fantasy, thinking about a man who could fuck you way better than your useless husband. Didn't you Miss Watson?" he growled out the words, gently squeezing her trhoat as he drove another finger into her cunt alongside the one that was there, starting to twirl, twist and roll them together as he started to fuck her tight pussy with his hand. His thumb sought out her clit, thumb fucking the nub, stroking and putting pressure against the hood as he moved his hand around, circling her waist to drive into her with the heel of his palm pressed against her mound. His tinge teased her earlobe, hot breath and wet spit against her flesh as he spoke. His presence dominating her as he kissed her shoulder, then laid a trail of kissed all the way to the nape of her neck, licking and kissing her soft heated flesh as his fingers generated a relentless squelching sound as he invaded and violated her cunny as the urge took him.

"well, you don't need to read about it anymore. Yo have man now miss Watson. a man who wants to fuck you way harder and longer than your useless husband can. He's probably off fucking a maid right now, you know that? Well, it's time to pay him back for all the times he should have been giving you the attention." he continued to growl the words into her ear, his fingers rolling and invading and penetrating her tight narrow tract as he finger fucked her with increasing fervour and speed, pumping his wrist and hand against her now, thrusting his digits into her in earnest, fucking her like he was using his cock, like he had been driven wild by her flesh. "Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted to fuck you Miss Watson? You've been cock teasing me since you arrived here, strutting about in your fuck me swimsuits, getting me hard, you must want this as bad as I do... and if you don't, well..." he sped up his finger fucking, drilling into her hard and fast for a minute before easing off, teeth pressing into her shoulder, nipping her ear, tongue lashing her cheek, "...then you will by the time I'm finished with you. Won't you." he told her, a statement rather than a question as he shifted his grip from her trhoat to the back of her neck, fingers fisted in her hair as he straddled her from behind, pinning her down as he continued to thrust and probe into her cunt. "God, you feel so fucking good. Now listen Miss Watson... I'll give you a choice. You can pull this thing aside, roll over and spread your legs so I can fuck you... or you can pull out my cock and stroke me off while I finish fingering your hot cunt... but there's no other option for you Miss Watson. None that let you leave the beach with an intact swimsuit anyway." he hissed finally. "Now, fucking do it... you know you want it, you don't want to scream, you don't want to run... we both know what you want Miss Watson... you want to fuck. You want to come. You want to feel like the hot little slut that is still burning away inside you."

 

[Jack Stalker]

Ian was drunk on a mix of raw primal lust, feral desire and surging Adrenalin as he straddled Naomi Watson, a married woman almost old enough to be his mother. It mattered not how old she was, whether she had a husband, or even if they got caught, because all he could think about clearly was how her cunt was going to feel wrapped about his rock hard erection. It had been a long time since he had been so fucking hard, the feel of her sucking tight hole kissing against his fingers was driving him insane, overtaking reason and logic, pushing him towards fucking her hard and fast. He shuffled about, knees in the sand, his fingers continuing to fuck into her teenage tight cunt, as he delivered his lines and waited to see how she would react. He feasted on the feel of her hot wet slit caving in to his fingers, relished the feel of her, drank in her looks as he pinned her down in the shifting sands beneath them. She was so fucking hot, wasted on her husband, ready to be claimed by any man who had the balls to take her... and that man was him. Failure was not an option, she was going to leave the beach with nothing but a need for more of his cock, there was no other way now, not now that he was inside her, violating her cunny and telling her just what the deal was.

Her body was insane, but it was her face he wanted to see. He'd always preferred older women, women who knew how to fuck, women who were ready to take the sort of pounding that they deserved. They wanted it, needed it, were often desperate to get a hard fucking from a man younger than the one they married, a man who could still get it up and fuck all night, defiling and despoiling the body that they had kept in such hot shape. Women just like Naomi. It was as his thoughts ran riot in his head that he noticed she wasn't responding, at least not in the way he had expected. As he continued to fuck her tight pussy with his fingers, rolling and twirling and twisting them inside her, he felt her flood. Her juices were dripping all over him and her mouth opened to expel a whimpering moan as he finger fucked her tightness. With a smirk he rolled her over, looking down at her as he straddled her thighs, before lifting himself up into a crouch. He sucked on his fingers in front of her, making eye contact, showing her how fucking delicious she tasted. He then reached down, spreading her legs so that he was between them, fingers tugging violently and forcefully at her swimsuit, dragging it to the side to expose the wet pink slit of her cunt. "So... that's the way you want it, huh Miss Watson?" he gave a confident, arrogant grin as he unzipped himself and hauled out his cock.

The thick shaft was bulging with veins, throbbing and pulsing as he gave it a stroke, the helm was practically pissing pre cum and it slopped free in clear stretched out globules to slap against her bared cunny, lubing it with a drawn out string of the clear fluid as he nestled in between her forced apart thighs. His hands sank into the sand on either side of her as he brought his face down to within inches of hers, eyeing her up as his hips shifted to nudge his rampant cock head against the soaking slit of her cunt, stroking the fat head up and down the crease of her gash. She felt incredible, her heat searing his cock and making the juices weeping from the slit of his knob almost sizzle as it was stroked across her slit, peeling apart her cunt folds and exposing her pink gash for a moment. "God damn, yo feel so fucking good. Tight like a fucking virgin, except that you know how to fuck, don't you Miss Watson? You know how to please a man. I'm not going to have to tell you how to moan, how to squirm, how to wrap your kegs around me and pull me into your hot, tight, cunt. You're exactly what I want. I don't want a useless virgin who's going to bleed all over my cock, or lay there like a lump of useless flesh... I need a woman who knows how to fuck." he growled the words out, teasing her slit with the tip of his member, his fingers clawing trenches in the sand either side of her as she shifted around. He was so hard now, larger than he could ever recall, his engorged member jutting between them as he moved one hand to grasp and grope at a tit, pulling and tugging at her swimsuit to expose it, before bringing forefinger and thumb together to assault her exposed nipple.

"Is this what you want... Naomi?" he hissed her name. "To pretend you never had a chance, never had a choice, that I forced myself on you? You never said a word, maybe you'll convince yourself you said no... when your teenage tight little cunt was weeping all over my fingers and begging me to fuck you, the way you don't have the guts to with your words." he groaned. "You can't fool me Naomi. A woman married as long as you doesn't stay in shape like this, doesn't wear fuck me swimsuits like this, not if she's happily married. You came here to get fucked, didn't you? Draping yourself on a secluded beach, far from Friends and husband, with a book that's little more than cheap porn. You knew what you were doing then, you know what you are doing now... well, don't worry. You picked the right guy to cock tease, to torment, to waltz about in front of with your tight body and stunning face. To drive wild with the way you moved. You picked the guy who is going to fuck you hard, fuck you long, make you forget all about the waste of space you married." he grinned, sliding his hand from her exposed to the throat again, squeezing it to let her know who was in control, before returning it to her tits, yanking and exposing the other one to his molestation.

He toyed with them both, making them harder and harder, until he was satisfied with his work. Then he leaned down, kissing them, before trailing a line of kisses up between her tits, over her collarbone, up her trhoat, finally finding her lower lip. He captured it, tugged it, released it, then fucked his tongue into her mouth. He claimed her lisp, devouring them, hot breath and spit mixing in her mouth as he tongued her and kissed her with the passion of a wild man, a feral, primal animal who had captured and laid claim to his prize. Pre cum was virtually pissing forth and he could stand it no longer. Looking at her, parting his lips from hers he grasped a handful of hair with one hand, pulling back her head, his other hand lost in the sand as he lifted up and speared his erection deep into her yielding cunt. He felt her resistance cave in to his massive member, the thick shaft stretching her wide as his helm burrowed deep into her cunny with a single forceful thrust. He left himself deep in her cunt for a few seconds, then pulled out and began to fuck her, powering stroke after stroke into her, driving her ass cheeks into the sand beneath her as he plundered her cunt. His cock burying itself in her insides a she settled quickly into a steady powerful rhythm. His thrusts and strokes drawing forth groans of indescribable pleasure from his as he began to cut loose, the speed slowly increasing.

"Ahhh god yes... fuck... UUUNNGHH!" he groaned loudly, pounding into her for a while, then easing off. His thrusting slipped into an erratic pattern, his movements designed to keep her guessing, put her on edge, deny her any sort of release through predictable rhythms. His eyes burned into her and he sucked on her lips, slashed his tongue into her mouth, seared her trhoat with kisses. "Fuck. I bet you don't even recall when you were actually fucked by someone who craved your flesh, who was this desperate with need. God help me, you drove me fucking crazy from the first moment I saw you in the resort." he groaned. "Thing is I'm not a fucking rapist Naomi. I could see how badly you wanted it, wanted a man to fuck you hard... but more than that, I want you to fuck me back, you hear me?" he gasped, squirming, thrusting hard into her for a few deep penetrations, then easing back. "Put your hands on me. Kiss me. Wrap your legs around me, pull me into you. Fuck me. Make me fucking come so hard I never forget you. so hard that I decide to fuck you good every single night you remain here." he growled, demanding, commanding. "Fuck me you bitch, fuck me if you want me to make you come and not just use you like your husband would. Fuck me. Tell me what you want and fuck me... you may never get this chance again." he buried both his hands in the sand either side of her and relied on his hips to power his dominating thrusts into her, the feel of her tight cunt almost overwhelming his what little reason remained in his brain. He fucked her like he was feasting on his last meal, as though it was his last day on earth and she was his reward and prize for his lust.