Playing Pool
by Singularity ©
Bathed in Sunlight

It was a sadistically hot summer afternoon – the kind of relentless, 
steaming-hot furnace that provided a taste of what hell should be like. 
Hot – incredibly fucking hot. The entire world seemed hushed and muted, as 
even the birds sought refuge from the rippling waves of heat that scorched 
everything they touched.

It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Cindy’s skin was moist with perspiration in an instant as she walked from 
her car across the parking lot to the entrance to the swimming pool at the 
country club. The heat boiling up from the asphalt hit her like a 
sledgehammer after the cool, air-conditioned interior of her car. The hot 
breeze played with her long dark hair, giving her a steamy, wanton, 
on-the-prowl look.

Her tight, cropped white T-shirt clung perfectly to her skin as if painted 
on, without a single wrinkle to mar the seductive curves of her body. The 
swell of her breasts and her nipples were clearly outlined through the 
taut fabric; her nipple rings blatantly and proudly visible through the 
thin cotton. 

She walked slowly, savoring the heat, and the anticipation.

Cindy’s short, tight, black spandex microskirt provided a distinct 
contrast to the white T-shirt and the deeply tanned flesh of her body. It 
hugged her ass like a second skin, while the indecently high hemline 
barely touched the tops of her thighs.

Heads turned and eyes locked onto her body as she made her entrance into 
the clubhouse; each man mentally undressing her minimal outfit, and each 
woman viewing her with disdain - or as formidable competition for those 
hungry, devouring male eyes. Her mere presence roiled the languid, 
heat-suffused atmosphere in the clubhouse into sudden alertness, and the 
mental shock waves rippled outwards like the circular waves expanding from 
where a pebble had been tossed at the glassy surface of a pond. Only the 
children were oblivious to the incredible, completely sexual creature in 
their midst.

Cindy made eye contact with each of the men as she passed; smiling that 
patented, yet indescribable, combination of innocence and seduction at 
each one.

Good afternoon, Sir. I know you want me. Is that your wife over there, 
watching you – watching me?

Oh, look at the two of you! I know you’re talking about me. You both want 
me. Do you want to do me together? Two hard cocks for this little wisp of 
a girl? Mmmm, I think I’m the lucky one today.

Hi there, baby. Would you like to fuck me today? You do? In the ass? How 
wicked is that?

She wondered if any of them realized that she had absolutely nothing on 
under the tiny black skirt, with her smooth-shaven pussy being caressed by 
the hot, swirling breeze as it blew puffs of hot air up between her legs. 
She guessed, not. Who would be so bold as to wear such a dangerously short 
skirt with no knickers, not even a thong?

As she entered the women’s locker room her nipples jumped up, fully erect, 
as the cool air-conditioned atmosphere hit her body. Going to a locker, 
she gracefully peeled off her shirt and then slid the snug skirt down over 
her hips in a single, long, fluid motion; and wiggling her ass in a slow 
demonstration of her talents as a shameless flirt.

Anything for an audience.

Cindy heard a murmur of disapproval from the other women in the locker 
room as they watched her place the two tiny pieces of fabric in a pile on 
the bench. Naked now, she stretched provocatively, daring them to check 
out her deep brown, all-over tan, unmarked by a single bikini line, count 
her piercings, and zero in on her smooth, bald, and also deeply tanned 
pussy. Everything she did, veering form subtle to overt, told the story 
that she was a woman who was frequently nude, and who was very comfortable 
with displaying her body in front of others.

While she stood there, still completely nude, Cindy reached into her purse 
and took out the ankle bracelets that he had given her. She fastened the 
elegant silver chains around each ankle, the small diamonds flashing and 
sparkling in the light.

Then she took her new swimsuit out of her purse, and put her clothes and 
the small pouch into the locker. This was her newest, most daring bikini 
ever; the one he had bought for her on their recent shopping trip, when 
she had spent the entire afternoon modeling a variety of provocative 
attire for his approving eye. This had been one of his selections, an 
immediate, erection-producing hit when she had modeled it for him in the 
swimwear boutique, in front of his and the other patrons’ admiring gaze.

It was a brilliant white color, a hue that helped to draw even more 
attention, if that was possible, to her flawless, deeply tanned skin and 
her lithe, succulent young woman’s body.

Cindy stepped into the tiny string bikini-style thong bottom and pulled it 
up over her pussy and ass. The strings rose up at an angle on the sides to 
rest on top of her slender hips. The small triangle of fabric in front 
barely covered her mound, so small, in fact, that it would be apparent to 
everyone that she was clean-shaven. It would be hard for more than a small 
wisp of hair to hide under the tiny patch of cloth. 

The rear of the bikini was adjustable, permitting her to either stretch 
the fabric out on the string to cover close to half of her ass cheeks when 
fully smoothed out; or it could be scrunched, accordion style, to just 
barely fill and cover the lovely valley between the firm, rounded hills of 
her ass.

Cindy decided to be “demure” for now, and she smoothed the seat of the 
bikini out over her ass. It would still be the most daring bikini bottom 
at the club, by far, even at the “modesty” setting.

The top consisted of nothing more than a couple of strings and two tiny 
triangular, concave-shaped cups for her breasts. Like the bikini bottom, 
the cups were adjustable. They were able to slide inwards and outwards on 
their string, and the bottom of the cups could also be stretched or 
scrunched, for either a daring, or a barely-holding-anything-in setting. 
As Cindy snugged her perfectly-shaped, little-girl tits into the top and 
adjusted the strings, she selected a “modesty” setting. Even so, her 
nipples were just barely hidden behind the hem near the tops of the fabric 
triangles.

As Cindy prepared to make her entrance into the pool area, she gave 
herself a long look in the full-length mirror in the locker room. One of 
the things he had insisted upon when specifying their requirements to the 
saleswoman at the swimwear store was that the bikini had to be unlined, 
and made of a thin, clinging body-revealing fabric; that exposed and 
highlighted every curve and contour of her flesh, beneath the minimal 
coverage of the suit.

Cindy remembered how hot and wet she had gotten just hearing his word tell 
the woman how he wanted her bikini to look, while she stood next to him, 
her arm in his, in the shop. “I want something that will hide nothing, and 
highlight and accent every nuance of her body. Something shameless and 
sinful and daring. I want Original Sin – in spandex and nylon.”

Modeling it that first time, in the boutique, had been incredibly 
thrilling – better than being naked - almost. The shop girl had blushed 
beet-red when she took the bikini from her to wrap up in the pretty 
gold-colored box after he had pronounced it to be perfect. It had been 
that wet.

Now, as she stood there, combing her hair, Cindy could see the outline of 
her pussy lips and her slit clearly defined between her legs. Her nipples 
and her rings were also visible behind the tiny cups of the top, and even 
the dark circles of her aureoles were discernable under the gauzy, 
translucent fabric. 

She smiled back at the lovely sensual visage from the mirror. When she 
emerged from the water of the pool, she would, literally, be a dripping 
wet advertisement for sex; sure to elicit a painful erection from every 
man within a hundred feet of her.

Cindy put on her dark, impenetrable sunglasses and picked up her beach 
towel, her tanning oil, and her cell phone. She was ready to fuck with the 
minds of every man at the pool.

Stepping out from the shadows of the locker room into the bright sun of 
the pool deck area, she made her entrance. 

She paused there, in the middle of the milling group of people congregated 
there, to ostentatiously adjust the strings to her bikini bottom and to 
make a show of separating her bra cups a little bit farther apart; to 
expose a bit more of her breasts from where they nestled precariously 
behind the tiny swaths of fabric.

It was as if time stood still for a single, infinitely long moment. 
Conversations stopped in mid-sentence. Heads turned. Eyes widened. And a 
woman walked right into a man who had stopped dead in his tracks, like a 
deer caught in the headlights of an onrushing car, cursing him under her 
breath when she realized what had happened to him.

And the curtain comes up.

Following her dramatic entrance, Cindy made a complete circuit of the pool 
desk, looking for the perfect lounger to stretch out on to soak up the sun 
and to display herself. She moved slowly and deliberately, while feigning 
a casual, disinterested air. 

It wouldn’t do to be obvious about it. The aura of an innocent who hadn’t 
the slightest idea of the commotion she was causing – improbable as it was 
– was the effect she wanted. And she played the role flawlessly, the 
perfect balance between innocence and shamelessness, conveyed without a 
hint of the crass or the lewd. 

Several times, she stopped to slip a finger beneath the seat of her bikini 
bottom to adjust its fit. However, unlike most women, she did not tug the 
edge of the seat to increase the coverage on her ass. Instead, she 
playfully ran her finger under the hem, and slid it a millimeter or so 
inwards, towards her ass crease, to ratchet upwards the amount of flesh 
that was displayed.

Cindy finally decided on a recliner near the lifeguard tower, where a 
solidly built young man in a pair of tight bikini trunks was perched, 
scanning the pool for misbehaving little kids. It was partially screened 
by a swath of flowering shrubbery from the frenzied activity in the pool – 
the perfect location. 

She took a spot right in front of a handsome older man sitting on a 
recliner, who pretended to read a magazine. She knew that he was really 
taking in every inch of her proudly flaunted body, and imagining what was 
hidden behind those few scraps of cloth.

Moving with the elegance and grace of a dancer, Cindy spread out her 
blanket, and sat on the recliner, facing the man with the magazine, her 
legs straddling the seat. Looking the man directly in the eyes through her 
dark, nearly opaque sunglasses; she watched him as his eyes shifted 
repeatedly between her cunt, her tits, and her face. Then she opened her 
bottle of tanning oil and began to massage the oil into her skin, turning 
her flesh into a glistening, shimmering vision of sensuality.

After she had covered every inch of exposed skin with a generous 
application of oil, Cindy smiled briefly at the man to hook his attention 
– as if he wasn’t already completely overcome with his fantasies of having 
her. Still looking directly at him, she poured more oil onto her hand, and 
then proceeded to oil her nipples and her tits behind the tiny bra. 

Sighing deeply, she massaged the oil into her skin and teased her nipples 
into a visibly excited state. Then, she cupped her hand and splashed more 
oil into her palm. Pausing a moment for dramatic effect and to ensure that 
she had his complete attention, her hand descended to the center of her 
womanhood, where her three middle fingers disappeared behind the small 
triangle of fabric. Her thumb and her pinkie finger framed the white 
cloth, as it was far too narrow to cover all five of her fingers.

Cindy slid her fingers up and down her pussy, as she lubricated herself 
with the oil.

The man watched, mesmerized, as his eyes followed the outlines of Cindy’s 
fingers as they undulated and slithered beneath the wet and now-sheer 
fabric of the thong. Bolder now, she briefly dipped a finger into her 
cunt, to draw her own lubricant out, while she masturbated with her 
slippery, well-oiled fingers.

Then, knowing that she had him in the palm of her hand – no, he’s hold it 
in his hand - she turned away from the man to lay down on her belly, her 
feet and ass pointed at the bulging cock that she saw outlined in his 
boxer style trunks. 

Now, let the show really begin.

As she settled into a comfortable position, Cindy spread her legs apart 
and dangled her feet over the sides of the recliner. The man now had a 
clear view of her minimally covered pussy, and the outlines of her labia 
and her slit, showing wetly through the sheer, wet fabric of her thong. 
She made a show of unfastening the strings on her top, to avoid getting 
even the slightest hint of a tan line on her back and neck.

Now. He’s mine now. Completely mine.

She began her show, to tease and torture her helpless victim.

Like an insect stuck on a pin, on a display board. Nailed into place and 
unable to escape – pinned there by his cock.

First, she placed her hands on the strings of her bikini bottom. She 
pulled them higher over her hips, stretching the already taut fabric 
covering her pussy even tighter. The slender swath of cloth covering her 
labia contracted a bit more, narrowing the coverage between her legs. 
Then, she placed the index fingers of her hand under the sheer white cloth 
that was struggling to cover her nut-brown, flawless ass, and slid it 
further into the crack between her luscious globes, transforming the thong 
bottom into more of a G-string than a bikini.

Without even a glance over her shoulder, Cindy knew with complete 
certainty that he was fantasizing about what was hidden behind that scrap 
of fabric, and on how much he wanted to touch it, kiss it, lick it – and 
fuck it.

Do you like that? You want to ram your cock into my cunt, don’t you? I 
know you want to.

Cindy lifted up her ass and placed her arms underneath her belly, her 
hands resting under the mound of her pussy. Feigning sleepiness, she 
pretended to nap. To everyone except the man directly behind her, she was 
dozing in the sun, oblivious to everyone around her who was gawking at how 
she so wantonly, yet casually, displayed her hard, brown body.

Visible only to him, her fingers began to play with her pussy. 

She started to masturbate, running her fingers lightly over the outside of 
the cloth that now barely covered her clean-shaven pussy. Her index finger 
danced provocatively up and down the now sharply defined relief of her 
cunt lips while her other hand was under her mound, fingering her clit. 

Mmmm, yeah, Mister, watch this. I’m doing this all for you, you know. I’m 
your private show, your secret fantasy-fuck, for you and nobody else.

Cindy slowly clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks to heighten the 
wickedly sinful sensations she was arousing in her body. The sun beat down 
on her nearly naked flesh, the oil and the sweat on her skin combining to 
make her as slickly wet on the outside as she was on the inside now.

You could be my daddy, you know. I bet you have a daughter, probably just 
about my age, too. Would you like to fuck someone the same age as your 
little girl?

Cindy was very turned on now, and utterly uninhibited from the magical 
effect that her fingers were having on her now very-wet pussy. The 
knowledge that she was masturbating for this unknown man was a powerful 
aphrodisiac. She did truly enjoy playing the part of the wanton slut and 
of the cock-teaser.

Feeling bolder and empowered by her lust, Cindy refastened the strings on 
her top, and rolled over. She raised the back of the recliner, so she was 
sitting up and facing the man, who by now had given up any pretense of 
reading his magazine. He pretended to be sleeping, behind the sunglasses 
he was now wearing, but the immense erection in his trunks betrayed him.

Emboldened by her heat-fueled lust, Cindy decided to take the step from 
cock-teaser to cock-torturer. This was going to be an afternoon this man 
would never forget.

Water Torture

Deciding to surprise him, Cindy swung her feet to the ground, facing him, 
and rose to her feet. She stretched her arms above her head accompanied by 
an exaggerated yawn; and then bent forward from the waist, pretending to 
adjust her ankle jewelry while she watched her target out of the corner of 
her eye. 

His gaze was locked onto her lewdly swaying, almost-naked breasts. After 
adjusting her chains, Cindy straightened up, moving ever so slowly and 
running her hands up her legs. When her fingers reached her pussy, she 
took two fingers on one hand and reached inside her tiny thong and pulled 
it down slightly, as if she needed to smooth it out over her cunt. 

The tiny triangle of cloth was so small that her fingernails extended out 
the other side of the thong. Instead of adjusting the fabric that had been 
pulled up into her slit, Cindy slipped a finger into her pussy to get it 
wet with her juices. Then she tugged on the strings to pull the thong even 
higher and tighter over her labia.

Then, still looking directly at her victim, she sucked the finger she had 
just withdrawn from her pussy into her mouth, thrusting in and out several 
times and then wagging it at her victim.

Yes, please do. Come with me. I want to play with you. Catch me if you 
can…

She giggled at the lewd double ententre of her unspoken words. Come with 
me…indeed – if you can.

Then Cindy turned and walked towards the pool, her hips swaying 
provocatively as she paraded in front of the awed onlookers with a slow, 
sensuous stroll.

She sat on the edge of the pool, waving her feet in the water to test the 
temperature. Then she slipped into the pool, and swam underwater to the 
other side, gliding effortlessly beneath the sun-dappled wavelets. 
Reaching the other side, she surfaced and tossed her golden tresses in the 
air, sending sun-kissed diamonds of water flying in all directions, before 
sculling over to where an underwater jet pulsed freshly circulated water 
into the pool. 

Backing up so that her ass was directly in front of the turbulent stream 
of water, she calculated her next move, and waited.

She extended her arms out and laid them on the sill trough of the pool to 
support herself as she let her legs float out in front of her. As her body 
floated just beneath the surface; her breasts with their tiny white 
canopies rose out of the water in front of her eyes like soft brown, snow 
capped islands in an azure sea. Cindy flexed her belly muscles to let her 
toes and her pussy undulate in and out of the water, just breaking the 
surface so she could feel the water wash over them as she slowly levered 
herself up and down.

All the while, Cindy watched the man on the other side of the pool, and 
the lifeguard on his tower. She met the admiring gaze of the young stud 
sitting on the lifeguard chair, and she winked at him to acknowledge his 
unspoken compliment. His hand was in his lap, underneath a strategically 
placed towel.

Don’t fall off your chair, baby.

The man she had been teasing had taken her bait. He was getting up from 
his chair now. He turned away from Cindy momentarily while he attempted to 
rearrange his cock so that his erection was not so prominent. When he 
turned back towards her and dropped the towel he had been holding to hide 
what he had been doing, Cindy saw that it had been an utterly futile 
attempt at modesty. It appeared like he had a long, thick sausage in the 
front of his suit. She guessed that the tip was just barely hidden by the 
suit, with his penis forced straight downwards in his attempt to hide it.

Come to me. Come to me, come and see what I’ve got for you. I want it. 
Yes, truly, I want it.

She waved her toes and cunt and tits up and down as she rode the small 
waves churned up by the maelstrom of children at the other end of the pool 
while she silently urged him onwards, beckoning him closer to his fate.

Yes. That’s it. Time to get wet….

He eased himself into the pool and began to swim across to Cindy. He swam 
gracelessly, splashing and flailing about, while he pretended that he was 
swimming across the pool as a means of exercise. To avoid a direct 
advance, he aimed for the wall near Cindy, but a few feet away. 

His bow wave washed over Cindy’s breasts, inundating their white-covered 
tips with the tsunami of his approach. When he finally reached the wall, 
he stood to shake the water out of his hair and eyes, and then he looked 
directly at Cindy, giving her a tentative smile, not sure exactly what she 
intended.

Never been seduced by a mermaid before? When was the last time a hot 
little hardbody looked at you like this? Go ahead – pinch yourself. And 
stroke that big, hard cock for me. I can see you doing it, you know. I 
know what you’re doing. I’m the one doing that to you. That’s my hand 
holding your cock. Isn’t that what you want? You want my small, soft hand 
wrapped around that big, fat prick, stroking it. 

Have you ever shot off in a girl’s hand underwater? Surrounded by a 
hundred people? You know some of them will be watching. But you don’t 
care, do you? Not any more. You can’t stop – not now…

Looking slyly in his direction and flashing her gorgeous smile at him 
again; Cindy nodded her head towards the other side of the pool, from 
where they had just come. She propelled her body away from the wall in a 
slow sinuous glide, and dove beneath the surface. Her ass’s twin globes, 
glistening in the sun as they rose into the air before she submerged, were 
the last thing the man saw as Cindy’s body disappeared beneath the nearly 
still water.

Halfway across the pool, Cindy surfaced and looked back to see if he had 
followed her. He was slowly floating and stroking his way across the pool 
in her direction, threading his way among the flotilla of small children 
that suddenly coalesced in front of him.

Smiling at him again, Cindy submerged again.

Not knowing which way she had gone underwater, the man stopped and stood 
in the center of the pool, watching and waiting for her to reappear. 

Unknown to him, Cindy had reversed course, and was swimming back towards 
him, skimming the bottom and zig-zagging around the flailing pairs of 
small legs above her, and watching for his tree trunk legs to appear in 
the water. When she spotted him, she swam directly at him. Flutter kicking 
harder; she accelerated, still completely submerged. She was coming at him 
from the side, making a flank attack. She was sure that he had no idea 
where she was.

You’re mine, now. All mine.

Cindy passed directly behind him. As she glided past him, she reached 
between his legs to squeeze his cock. 

Gotcha! Mmmm, very hard.M

Then, she propelled herself forward with a strong kick, to surface just 
beyond his reach. This time, when she surfaced, she rolled over onto her 
back, to begin a slow backstroke towards the side of the pool again. Her 
arms floated in the water, gently sculling herself while her legs float on 
the surface, trailing behind her. Her breasts and her pussy glided along 
the surface with the water swirling around them and over them like small 
islands caught in a tidal current. 

Fuck me now, oh god, please fuck me now.

Cindy arched her head backwards so she could see the approaching wall 
behind her. She saw the lifeguard, upside down, on his tower directly 
above her.

Still a few feet away from the wall, she paused in mid-glide, and reached 
down to her bikini bottom and pulled on the strings to snug it up even 
higher and tighter over her slit and to hide as much of the rear panel in 
the crease in her ass. 

The lifeguard grinned at her as he watched her from behind his dark 
glasses, his hand moving on his lap beneath his towel.

Hi, there. Like the show?

Cindy blew him a kiss as she reached out to touch the wall. Then she 
hoisted herself up to the pool deck next to the lifeguard tower. She stood 
there for a moment, letting the water cascade down her hair and trickle 
down her body. Again, she adjusted her bikini bottom to get the maximum 
exposure. 

Looking up at the lifeguard, she adjusted her top, lifting and resettling 
her breasts behind the tiny triangles of sheer white fabric, and giving 
him a brief glimpse of her nipples and the flashing silver of her twin 
rings, as she gently tucked each tit into its tiny white cradle. 

She tilted her head back and blew him a kiss. I knew you would like that.

Her suit was even more translucent now that it was wet. The chill of the 
water had turned her nipples into large, prominent, protruding white 
bullets, poking through the thin filmy fabric, and making a shameless 
display of her rings. And her cunt lips and her slit were clearly outlined 
as well.

Once she was done preening for the lifeguard, Cindy turned her attention 
back to the pool. The man was now at the wall nearby, looking up at her 
with a look that veered from awe and lust to anguish and frustration.

Pretending not to notice him, Cindy walked slowly back to her lounge 
chair. She rolled her hips as she walked, to make a pronounced, lewd 
display of her ass for the man.

Come on. I’m not done with you yet.

She reseated herself on the lounge and toweled the water off her body, and 
combed out her hair.

A minute later he returned to his seat directly across from her.

Cindy saw out of the corner of her eye that he had lost none of his 
erection’s vigor in the cool water of the pool. Smiling to herself, she 
put on her dark sunglasses again, raised the back of the lounger to a 
halfway position, and settled down to continue her game.

Moving in for the Kill

Cindy took out her bottle of oil and began to recoat her body. Soon, every 
inch of skin glistened and glowed in the summer sun. Her body was silky 
soft and smooth, and fragrant with the scent of vanilla - a 
well-lubricated machine, finely tuned and ready to be used.

She stretched and relaxed and started to stroke her left nipple through 
the thin fabric covering it. She played with the nipple and its ring, in a 
slow, almost absent-minded manner. She pulled and twisted the silver 
circle, teasing her nipple into an enflamed, extremely sensitive state. 
The other fingers on her hand lightly stroked the exposed skin on the 
underswell of her breast, beneath the tiny bikini top. 

I’m so hot. Hot for you. You know I want it so bad.

The fingers on her other hand traced her thong’s string from hip to hip, 
feeling the stretchy nylon gently rub against her flesh as she fondled it, 
stroking it softly to feel every nuance of texture. She lifted the thong’s 
strings up, away from her belly, and away from her cunt; so that she could 
see the soft, pink folds of flesh, shaded by the triangular tent suspended 
above her pussy. 

Cindy tried to imagine what it would look like after her clit had been 
pierced to receive a ring, and a chain. The idea of a round, hard silvery 
circle of metal sticking out from between those sensitive pink lips was 
intoxicating.

Fuck me. I need to be fucked. You know I want it, so bad.

She felt like she was melting under the relentless force of the sun’s rays 
and the hot, still air that surrounded her. Her body had entered a quiet, 
dream-like state from the effects of the oil, the sun, her fingers, and 
the soft voices and splashing sounds coming from the nearby pool. The 
drone of the cicadas in the nearby trees serenaded her, singing quiet 
rasping songs of insect lust as they thrummed and buzzed their mating 
calls. 

Cindy watched him through heavily lidded eyes. His hand was beneath the 
towel he had draped across his lap. It moved almost imperceptibly, up and 
down, as he fondled his erection. He had had it out – she was sure of it – 
sticking out of his hiked-up boxers like a weapon aimed right at her.

After floating in this dream-like state for a long period of time, Cindy 
swam back up to the surface of consciousness, and decided that it was time 
to bring this little drama to its conclusion. 

It must be getting painful by now. Do you want to come? Do you want to put 
it in me? Are you going to shove it between my legs - in my soft, juicy 
cunt? Or are you going to drill my mouth with it?

Cindy raised her knees and spread them wide so she could apply more oil to 
her feet and legs. She massaged the oil into her skin all the way up to 
her pussy. She was looking right at him, daring him to turn away.

You want to do this, don’t you? Your hands on me, kneading my flesh, 
feeling my muscles and my bones beneath your fingers. Your fingers working 
their way up towards my bare, wet, slippery cunt. So you can stick it in 
me. Those fingers that are milking that cock, spreading me, to open me up 
for your big, hard, fat prick. Uh huh, you know that I know what you want. 
And you know I want it, too. Your big dick up inside my fuckhole. Yeah, 
baby. Work it harder…

Cindy smiled at him, and slipped two well-oiled fingers under the narrow 
crotch of her bikini bottom. She slowly massaged her clit, and then worked 
her fingers down her slit to her pussy. She began to finger fuck herself, 
sliding the two fingers in and out, while she licked her lips and closed 
her eyes. Her juices were flowing freely now, soaking through the thin 
fabric and mingling with the oil and sweat on the insides of her thighs.

After spending fifteen minutes or so exploring the inner recesses of her 
body, Cindy slowly withdrew her fingers and held them up above her body 
for dramatic effect, to admire the frothy mixture and to let a few 
droplets gather and fall from her fingertips onto her tits; before sucking 
them into her mouth and making a show of licking them clean. Then she 
returned her fingers to her pussy to get them dripping wet with her sweet 
juices again.

At the same time, her other hand was overtly fondling and pulling on her 
nipple rings, alternating between each breast so that each nipple was now 
rigidly erect.

Her audience was riveted by her performance. He was breathing faster now, 
and his hand was moving more forcefully beneath the towel.

Now. Are you ready? Do you want to come for me? Are you going to shoot it 
into that fluffy white towel? I can see it in your eyes. You’re so fucking 
ready…. and so am I.

Cindy suddenly got up from the recliner, standing and stretching her arms 
over her head to let the man see every inch of her, front and back, as she 
turned and pirouetted in front of him. Her thong was completely wet, and 
translucent with the wetness seeping out of her. Her nipples were fully 
erect, making hard, long points in the fabric of the indecently small 
bikini top. She tossed her head back to make a show of swirling her long, 
silky hair around her face and across her back.

As she made a show of bending over and picking up her towel, she bumped 
into her bottle of oil with her hip, causing it to roll across the pool 
deck and under the man’s recliner. She looked up, acting bewildered, while 
she pretended to search for it beneath her lounger.

Aha! There it is. You naughty man. You’ve got it!

Grinning a wicked, teasing smile, she slowly walked over to him and knelt 
down next to him. She clumsily stubbed her toe against his chair and 
tripped. As she pretended to catch herself from falling, she slipped her 
hand underneath his towel, and placed it directly on his erection. She 
held her hand there, motionless, as she reached under his recliner with 
her other hand to retrieve her oil. She whispered, “Sorry about that. I 
hope you don’t mind.”

The man was silent, struck dumb with astonishment and paralyzed; a 
motionless statue with a huge erection. His body was held rigid and 
immobile by the feather-light weight of Cindy’s left hand, resting 
casually on his cock. His mouth gaped open, as if he wanted to say 
something, but he could not even begin to form words, much less sentences.

I was right. You are a naughty man. Sitting here with your cock sticking 
out of your swimsuit while you jerk off. Did I do that to you? Me?

Cindy started to stroke the painfully hard erection sticking out from 
beneath the thin nylon of the man’s swimsuit. Her fingertips moved slowly 
and sensually up and down the shaft, using such a light touch that it was 
as if he was being touched with a soft, downy feather. She felt his 
erection pulse and twitch beneath her excruciatingly slow strokes. All the 
while, she stared into his anguished, fearful eyes.

He stared back, and then his eyes darted around, to see if anyone nearby 
had noticed what the lithe, nearly naked young goddess was doing to him 
right there, out in the open. He shuddered and groaned, while Cindy 
studied his face, her eyes round and bright with excitement.

As she grasped the bottle and prepared to stand, she lifted her hand from 
his bulging cock and tossed his towel aside so his erection was revealed 
to anyone looking in his direction. As the shock of what she had done hit 
him, she surprised him again when she forced her wet, fragrant fingers 
into his open mouth.

He just sat there, staring at her, awestruck at the extremely sensual 
being who was teasing him so mercilessly. Without thinking, he sucked on 
her fingers, licking them with his tongue as she slowly retrieved them 
from between his teeth.

Cindy stood up, and then leaned over him, dangling her tits in front of 
his face while she smiled at him and said, “I hope you have a nice day.” 
Squeezing his cock one more time, she tossed his towel back over his cock 
and turned and headed for the exit, her mission accomplished.

As she neared the locker room, she looked at her Master, on the other side 
of the pool. He raised his drink to her, in salute and recognition of her 
performance.

Inside the locker room, she hurried to put on her T-shirt and skirt. She 
did not shower, knowing that her Master would want to take her as she was; 
hot, sweaty, and soaking wet. She strode quickly out into the parking lot, 
heading directly for the last row of cars, near the bushes. Her Master’s 
car would be there, and she knew that he was going to lift up her tiny 
skirt and fuck her right there in the parking lot, in the back seat of his 
car, in broad daylight.

In The Car

Cindy found the large blue Lexus sedan in the last row of the parking lot, 
a shimmering island in a lake of hot, black asphalt. Thankfully, no other 
cars were within several rows of her Master’s car. She unlocked the door 
and got into the driver’s seat. She started the car and adjusted both the 
driver’s seat and the passenger seat to slide them all the way forward, 
and to make their seat backs as vertical as possible. Then she opened the 
sunroof to let the hot air trapped inside the car escape. Her mission 
accomplished, she turned off the ignition.

Then Cindy jumped into the back seat, to wait for him. She tossed her 
sandals onto the floor, and put on the blindfold that was waiting for her, 
neatly folded and tied with a red ribbon, in the center of the seat. As 
she settled back to wait, she spread her legs and placed a hand between 
them. The hem of the tiny black skirt was right at her pussy, giving her 
fingers easy access to her hot, wet slit. Her other hand was busy playing 
with her nipples through the skin-tight, sweat-dampened T-shirt.

I did it. I did it for you. I am so fucking hot, Master. I need to be 
fucked. God, I need to be fucked right now.

Cindy’s cunt quickly became as wet and juicy as it was when she was 
masturbating for the man at the pool. As she had done so many times 
before, she was making the leather seat slick with her copiously flowing 
wetness. She smiled, knowing that her Master likened this to a wolf bitch 
marking her territory with her scent. 

After all, this was one of Cindy’s favorite places to fuck.

There was something about being fucked in the back seat of a car, cramped 
and uncomfortable as it was, that was deeply thrilling and erotic. 
Perhaps, it was the combination of being enclosed in such a powerful 
metallic cocoon, or maybe it was the risk of getting caught. She didn’t 
try to analyze it. She only knew that it fulfilled a deep, primal need for 
her; almost as much as belonging to her Master did.

And she knew, for a fact, that her Master would always trade the “new car” 
smell for the “just fucked Cindy” smell in his fleet of automobiles. For 
that was exactly what he had done with this one. Cindy had gone to the 
dealership with him to pick it up, and after she had provided a maddening 
distraction to the salesman who had the misfortune of having to perform 
the delivery checklist for him, they had stopped in the first parking lot 
they had found on the way home; to jump in the back seat so he could strip 
her naked, spank her ass until it was bright red and she was squirming 
under his hand like a bitch in heat, and then fuck her hard and 
passionately. 

She had even been permitted to come, as soon as she was ready, which was a 
rare treat. She had gotten the back seat soaking wet and imbued with her 
feminine essence, to mark it as her personal fuck-nest, before the 
odometer had reached 25 miles.

Cindy started to squirm on the seat with arousal and anticipation, as she 
remembered that first fuck in this car, when the door to the rear seat was 
thrown open and a man climbed in beside her.

Just as they had done so many times before, Cindy did not say anything, 
and neither did he. Part of the thrill was in not knowing, for sure, that 
the man sitting next to her, with his hands reaching for her thighs and 
her breasts was, indeed, her Master. The possibility that this was a 
stranger, to whom she had been given by her Master – or an absolute 
stranger - was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Cindy turned to face the man sitting next to her. His hands were on her 
tits in a flash, his thumbs cupped underneath each firm, rounded breast, 
lifting them up, like a sexy, push-up bra. His fingers wrapped around the 
sides and top of each soft globe, squeezing them up, out, and together.

Please, Sir. Fuck your cunt. I need it now. Please, take me.

She opened her mouth, in expectation of his lips touching hers and his 
tongue entering into her soft, sweet tasting cavern to dance with her own 
tongue. Right on cue, his hot breath was there and then his mouth was 
feasting on her lips. Soon, their tongues were dancing a feverish pas de 
deux.

Cindy moaned in response to the taste of her Master’s lips, knowing now 
that it was, indeed, him; and to his firm, yet gently erotic manhandling 
of her breasts. His thumbs flicked up from beneath her breasts to fondle 
and tease her pierced nipples, the thin cotton and spandex of her T-shirt 
chafing at her painfully erect pink buds.

Then his hands pulled Cindy’s T-shirt up above her breasts, to expose her 
luscious tits. He kissed his way down her neck, across the narrow white 
strip of shirt that framed her lewdly displayed breasts, and into the 
gentle valley between the soft, smooth hills on either side. At the same 
time, Cindy’s hands left her sides to land in her Master’s lap. 

She expertly unzipped his shorts and freed his erect cock, to cradle it in 
her hands. She stroked it lovingly, caressing the long, smooth, hard shaft 
that she knew so well. Then, whispering obscene words of endearment, she 
gently rubbed the palm of her hand across the crown of the large, flaring, 
head; feeling the sudden wetness as his pre-come moistened her hand.

Her Master’s lips circled her nipples now, sharpening them into hard, pink 
points. He extended the tip of his tongue to insert it through her nipple 
rings, one after the other, teasing her and turning her into melted 
butter, just like he always did. C

Cindy purred in response to the way he played her body like a virtuoso 
played a violin. Her entire ass was wet and slick with her juices, now 
that her skirt had ridden up far enough that her naked skin was in direct 
contact with supple, fragrant leather of the seat.

After slapping her hard on her hip to signal his intent, he turned Cindy 
around so she faced the rear window. He encircled her waist with his hands 
and guided her into a standing position, her feet on the floor of the car, 
and angling her body backwards to wedge it between the front seats so that 
her head, shoulders and chest were sticking out the sunroof.

Cindy’s t-shirt was still pulled up, her naked tan breasts exposed above 
the roof of the car for anybody nearby to see. He grabbed her wrists, and 
held them firmly at her sides. Knowing what he intended to do, Cindy 
spread her legs as wide apart as she could in the tight confines of the 
car.

His face descended to her naked pussy.

Yes, fuck yes! I am so wet for you. This is your cunt, Sir. Take it!

He teased her by blowing alternately cool and hot puffs of air across her 
slit. A moment later, his tongue snaked out of his mouth and touched her, 
licking her up and down the length of her slippery, wet labia. Cindy 
tossed her head and hair back and around as she urged him on. “Please, 
Master, lick my hot, wet pussy. This cunt is yours, it belongs only to 
you. Please, suck on my clit. Lap up the juices pouring out of my warm, 
pink cunt. Please let me come, Master.”

Saying nothing, he parted her fleshy pink lips with his tongue. He teased 
her hard, engorged clit with the tip of his tongue, circling around it 
repeatedly, and flicking it back and forth across it, in a blur of motion.

Cindy was fighting him now, her arms struggling to get free so she could 
pull his head and mouth even closer to the center of her being. For now, 
her entire existence was focused on her clit, and on the orgasm that she 
knew was not far off. 

But he held her arms tightly, not letting her take control of what he is 
doing. Cindy writhed and twisted back and forth as she fought him.

Sensing that she was finally ready to have him substitute his cock for his 
tongue, he suddenly twisted her around and pulled her down to impale her 
on his cock.

Her wet pussy greeted his penis eagerly. She spread her legs to straddle 
him, and she lowered herself onto the long, hard shaft. Cindy moaned in 
satisfaction as he stretched and filled her cunt. His hands were on her 
hips as she began a slow up and down rhythm. She lifted herself far enough 
to keep only the tip of the cock insider her, before easing herself down 
the long descent to his belly. Again, and again, she slow-fucked the man 
she belonged to, the man who knew her body so well, and who fulfilled her 
every need, no matter how wicked or deviant or scandalous.

“You know me so well, Sir. I am a whore for your cock. I’ll do anything 
for you. Anything. Did you like my performance? I was thinking about you 
the entire time. I love being your little cock-teaser and your slut.”

As the speed and the sense of urgency of their coupling increased, he 
released her wrists. One of his hands reached around her hip to fondle and 
tease Cindy’s swollen clit, nestled in the soft folds of her labia; while 
the other played with her ass cheeks. 

Cindy reached down to grasp the base of the long, hard cock that was 
turning her insides into freshly churned butter, and to fondle the large 
balls that she so dearly loved to hold in her grasp. Holding a man that 
way – by his cock and his balls, while he fucked you – was the ultimate in 
intimacy. To be able to feel him tense and contract and then spurt his 
orgasm up into her spasming cunt was heaven on earth.

Neither of them said a word – this was part of the game – but Cindy’s 
mewing and her ragged little cries left no doubt that she was on the edge. 
His long, deep breaths and the way he used his hands on her hips to pull 
her down onto his cock predicted the immediacy of his need.

They were ready, both of them – cunt and cock – to do what this entire 
afternoon had been scripted to deliver.

Knowing that neither of them would last much longer, he took the thumb on 
his right hand and pressed it against Cindy’s asshole. Her puckered brown 
entrance resisted at first, and then opened, to admit the insistent 
visitor. He forced his thumb in up to the first knuckle, feeling the 
pressure as her muscles tried to tighten around the invader. He began to 
slide it in and out, to get her asshole well lubricated with her own 
juices and to loosen her up for what was to come. 

Cindy never missed a beat. She maintained her elevator ride up and down 
his cock while her asshole was being breached. She moaned louder now, as 
the combination of the cock in her pussy and the finger in her ass started 
to dance a duet. His finger, now deeply embedded in her ass, massaged her 
cunt and the cock imprisoned within it, through the thin wall of flesh 
that separated the two passages.

She lifted her hands up from his cock to grip the sides of the front seats 
while she levered herself up and down; forcefully ramming her cunt down 
onto his cock while her body pistoned up and down like a sledgehammer. All 
the while, her head and her mane of long, silky hair bobbed up and down 
through the sunroof.

Anyone within a hundred feet of them would see in an instant that Cindy 
was fucking like an insatiable and utterly shameless slut. The mere sight 
of her face through the sunroof was all the evidence an onlooker would 
need. But Cindy saw no one and would not have cared if she had. Her 
graphic, profane vocalization of her lust, and of her insatiable appetite 
for the penis that was pumping in and out of her pussy, disintegrated into 
a series of unintelligible animal sounds as she neared orgasm. 

Without being told, Cindy knew when they were ready. She lifted herself up 
and held herself with just the cock head within her pussy for a moment. 
She trembled and shook, waiting for the last possible instant. Then, she 
rammed her cunt down, her pussy slapping wetly against his belly, and 
using her muscles to squeeze and milk the cock inside her while grinding 
her pussy against him in a lewd, circular motion.

That was it. The final threshold shredded and torn away.

He cried out and lunged forward, latching onto a nipple ring with the hand 
that had been furiously massaging her clit. His wet, slippery fingers 
barely managed to hold onto the nipple ring, pulling it up and down, and 
left and right; while the thumb in her ass danced a wild tarantella; 
competing to divert Cindy’s orgasmic explosion from the firestorm in her 
cunt. 

At precisely the last moment - plus several slow-motion heartbeats of time 
- when she could bear the intensity no longer, he granted her permission 
to come.

Cindy instantly careened over the edge of the cliff into the long 
free-fall of an intense, sustained orgasm. Synchronized down to the 
heartbeat, his cock erupted and shot white-hot bullets of come deep into 
her cunt, seemingly shooting all the way to her brain and ricocheting off 
the insides of her head. 

Cindy screamed loudly as she came again – loud enough to wake the dead. 
The cock that owned her pussy came again, too, pumping more semen into her 
now sloppily-wet cunt. She gushed a combination of her own juices, come, 
and sweat all over their legs and the car seat as their orgasms cascaded 
and crashed into each other.

Finally, spent, they collapsed into each other’s arms in the back seat, 
and rested. It took several minutes for them to regain their composure, 
for their heart rates to return to normal, and for them to disentangle 
their intertwined limbs. When her arms were able to respond to her 
commands, Cindy pulled her T-shirt down over her sweat-soaked chest; and 
after making a feeble attempt at adjusting her skirt, she staggered out of 
the car and into the front passenger seat. 

Not bothering to put his cock back into his pants or zipping up, Cindy’s 
stage-master dragged himself around to the driver’s seat. And when he 
started the car and prepared to drive her home, she removed her blindfold 
and leaned over to kiss him gently on the lips before snuggling down in 
his lap to lick his cock clean of the deliciously sticky combination of 
come and cunt juices, just as she always did.

As she ended her kiss and slid down his chest towards his lap, Cindy saw 
the man she had teased and tortured at the pool standing next to a nearby 
car, watching them. She smiled at him, while he stared at her. 

Cindy kept looking, and studying his face, as their car approached him. 
She waited to lower her head down onto her Master’s lap until they pulled 
up right next to the man.

He stopped the car there, right next to the man; pausing long enough for 
him to look down into their car to watch Cindy sucking and licking his 
now-stiffening cock. 

Cindy raised her lips from the cock, looked up, and smiled again at the 
man. 

“I hope you have a nice day, Sir.”

And then she lowered her head down to resume fellating her Master’s cock.

And then they drove away, leaving the man standing there in the parking 
lot, watching the taillights of the car as they turned out into the street 
into the onrushing gloom of the warm summer evening.