Outdoor Menage #4 - Boat


[exhibitionism & voyeurism, gangbang, bdsm, sex in public, public humiliation, bare bottom spanking, domination and submission, mmf]

Cassandra makes a living selling boats to rich billionaires, so when an eccentric buyer invites her for a private party on a new boat, she doesn't think twice.

What she doesn't know is that bondage, spanking and outdoor humiliation await her.

Her initial reluctance is quickly overwhelmed by acute desire as Cassandra is left squirming in her bondage on the deck of the rich man's toy.


      Mr. Smith walked to the harbor with the grace of a black panther. I've worked with men who looked uncomfortable in formal-wear. No matter how rich they may have gotten, some still couldn't pull off the aristocracy of the old privileged; the sheer arrogance and haughtiness alongside the assumption that the skies should clear up if they willed it.
      Edward Smith was the type of man who could make a phone call and have the clouds dispersed by private aircrafts if he wanted clear skies. I could see it in the way he walked.
      He was almost a head taller than me and made his way down the wooden pier confidently in a suit that looked tailored specifically to fit his muscular, yet lithe form. Like me, he was wearing a pair of black sunglasses to shield against the bright sun.
      There were a few other people in the pier with us, though they were a fair distance away. I paid them no heed and waited patiently for Edward to get closer to me so I could start working my specific type of charm on him.
      I had tried to do some research on him, but he was a notoriously elusive man. The only thing that everyone seemed to agree on was that he was richer than god. And that was more than good enough for me.
      His sun-kissed skin had a healthy glow to it and when he closed the distance between us, I felt the air grow heavy with an unspoken desire. He was probably a good ten years older than me but his rich lifestyle meant he would continue looking thirty even when he reached fifty.
      "Good morning, Mr. Smith," I said with my hand outstretched. The cool air blew my hair out of my eyes when he wrapped an arm around my waist and drew me to him. All the air went out of my lungs in my surprise and I gazed up to his eyes. His gaze was dark beneath the sunglasses, conveying a deep-seated desire that constricted my throat.
      Without warning, his free hand hiked my skirt up and cupped my pussy.
      I cried out in surprise and pushed against him instinctively, trying to get away from his tight grip, almost punishingly hard in his intensity.
      Futilely, I fought back. My mind argued that his strong hand was completely capable of trapping me to him but my body refused to listen and tried to free myself from his grasp all the same. He was holding onto me with just enough strength to trap me but not enough to hurt.
      Color lit in my cheeks, betraying the reaction he was having on me and his dark head stared down at my fearful eyes with considerable lust. I was conscious of his physical presence and the dwarfing hulk of his body pressing so tightly to mine and a trembling assailing my limbs.
      His eyes never left my pale face and I had hardly gotten a word out when he pushed aside my panties with one hand while lowering his lips to mine. My lips parted in surprise when his fingers ghosted over my pulsing wetness and he used my surprise to his advantage, drawing my breath into his mouth.
      His fingers trailed over my clefts, feeling a growing wetness there. My eyes fluttered close as I felt his soft lips touched mine, skillful tongue quickly forcing its way past my teeth, tasting me and inadvertently allowing me to taste the strong whiskey in his breath.
      I would've choked had I the air in my lungs. There was not a breath left in me.
      With a soft moan, I felt pleasurable sensations explode through me like splintering glass.

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