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Archive name: Marnie.txt
Authors name: Caesar (caesar69@my-dejanews.com)
Story Title : Marnie's Day on the Sandbar

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A wonderful day, a sexy slave, and a clam dig... the
makings of a day at the beach. 


by Caesar, copyright © 1996, ed.



If you own a sailboat, especially one that is a 'live-
aboard' and has room for guests, then you know how many
people want to be your friend. It got so bad that I
disappeared four days out of six somewhere up the coast
of British Columbia with a cellular phone number only a
few knew. 

That is not to say I don't like friends coming over and
having a bit of fun; rather, I take exception to those
that couldn't be bothered to give me any of their time
when I was a broke student a few years ago. Nope, savor
the true friends, I've learned. 

Yet I'm not here to have a bitch session about how
people seem to just end up wanting to come over for an
hour or a weekend. Nope, rather it's simply about an
afternoon I shared with my Slave Marnie. The friend
part is just how we ended upon a sandbar for an after-
noon. 

I'm Caesar, if you haven't yet read any of my other
accounts between my Slave and me. 

Well, I love the ocean - it seems to be a part of me.
Always has been since I grew up in Prince Edward Island
and played catch with jellyfish and used seaweed as a
mattress to lay upon. So living on the ocean was how I
spent my money and my free time. It was during a week-
day that I planned on going back out - I'm able to work
off the boat as long as my cellular can connect to the
Internet. Well, David and his girlfriend had sort of
dropped by and we shared a tiny supper together. I in-
vited them along for a four-day cruise up the Strait of
Georgia to discover a new inlet to anchor. The last I
had to leave as I became frustrated when another sailor
woke me up late one night playing the damn bagpipes. 

I'm really getting to the point, so stay with me. 

The first three days were great, and David and his
friend were very accommodating and helped crew my ship.
My Slave Marnie was subdued, at least in expressing her
own sexuality. Normally she barely wore clothing about
my ship. Having guests did really put a cramp on my sex
life. 

Now, I'm not complaining, but rather giving evidence
that another way had to be found. Normally we had days
to ourselves, without anyone within sight, and after
only a few hours it seemed that my friends were suf-
focating us. 

Or maybe I was just horny. If you know me, then you'd
probably agree. 

So, late on the fourth morning, I threw a few things
into the zodiac and then guided my Slave down into it.
Dave and his girlfriend waved to us goodbye, and I
think they were anxious to be alone on my boat. I'm
sure they sampled a bit of sexual play while we were
gone. 

Around the point we soon found ourselves out of sight
and hopefully out of mind. Marnie leaned over and
grasped the bulge in my shorts as soon was we lost
sight of the hull. "Why don't you find a spot and park
this dory?" The grin she gave me left little to doubt
her intentions. It seemed my Slave, and very good
friend, was insatiable when it comes to sex. Oh well,
I'm sure you're not going to feel sorry for me, huh? 

Laughing, I aimed towards a group of rocks out past the
visible land. 

Now, if I don't put a stop to any advances Marnie may
give she would continue until her objective had been
reached. We were both the same in that regard. Busy
rowing, I didn't mind her familiar hand upon my covered
cock. It may have been enough to convince her to con-
tinue with her objective. As often was the case, that
objective was my dick. Big surprise, though that cer-
tainly is not a complaint. 

I watched and silently thanked myself for such a desir-
able wench for a Slave. As she pulled my loose shorts
to the side, freeing my already half-hard cock, and
then leaned forward and engulfed my manhood into her
hungry mouth. 

Now, Marnie loves to suck cock. In the morning, at
night, before sex or between sex - she just can't seem
to be get enough of my manhood in her warm wet mouth.
As you may well imagine, I greatly enjoy this aspect of
our relationship. I sometimes can be a greedy bugger
about my pleasure. 

At that moment, it was no different. Yet I had to pilot
the small craft while trying to enjoy those sucking
lips. I wasn't too successful and simply dropped my
work and grabbed the back of her head. Not that she
would stop without a direct command from me, but rather
I wanted to guide the speed of her bobbing face. I
wanted to finish very quickly - the lack of an orgasm
those last couple of days now forced my blood to boil
quicker than normal and my Slave enjoyed every moment.
If left to her own devices she could make oral love to
that part of my anatomy for an hour, but I couldn't
wait an hour. 

I often thought that at such moments, the Slave became
the Master - that her lips controlled our relationship
and I would do just about anything for her to finish me
at that moment. Though I've not a submissive bone in my
body as I'm sure my friends would tell you if asked,
it's the only time I find myself being 'controlled'. 

Okay, so it took me less time to shoot my cum down the
hungry throat of my Slave than it took to write these
last few paragraphs explaining it. My only excuse is
that lack of sex the last couple of days. At that
moment, neither of us were worried, for after my
initial quick release, the next would be memorable. 

My senses finally returned while my Slave licked my
wilted cock slowly, savoring every intimate touch. Our
craft was almost upon the shore north of the cluster of
rocks I had been aiming for. 

Well, rather than fight the waves back out, I simply
grounded the zodiac up onto the rocky beach. I doubt if
my Slave even noticed that we had beached yet, and I
had to lift her face by her chin to bring her attention
back. 

I simply winked at her and knew she understood - I
greatly enjoyed that blow job, and I would be returning
the favor soon enough. She smiled brightly at me. Some-
times I thought words were unimportant and that I was
able to convey more without them. She had been my Slave
and companion long enough to get the non-verbal message
I conveyed. 

Lord, she was a great Slave and a beautiful woman! 

We jumped out of the craft and as I secured it with the
anchor she gathered the small day packs for us. "I
wanted to see those rocks, so how's that for a destina-
tion?" 

"Sounds great. Do you want to carry the heavy one?" She
was joking - of course I would carry the heavy pack.
Hell, if I didn't, do you think I'd tell you? 

It was only a few hundred meters and, at the deepest,
half a meter of water before we found ourselves stand-
ing on a sandbar at the foot of rocks. When I was a kid
I knew of the best places to go to get clams and after
a few quick looks knew this was a great spot to dig a
few up. 

I dropped our packs and of course my Slave's shorts and
bathing suit while leaving only a oversized white shirt
covering her on the shadowed side of the rocks. I asked
her to gather some kelp and smiled at the face she made
and then turned to go back to some ankle- deep water we
had passed through to get at our small camp. 

I watched my Slave often, enjoying the sight of her
semi-clad body as she timidly picked out the cleanest
pieces of weed. It was an amusing sight, her the city
girl, one that I always enjoyed showing a life outside
of the concrete and steel places. 

Before long, I had dug up half a leather pail of gener-
ous-sized clams and Marnie had lost her tender attitude
towards the kelp. I knew it would happen - she would
discover there was nothing wrong with the sea's weed
and her timidness was gone before I returned. 

"What is all this seaweed for, Master?" 

I dropped a small handful of dried beach wood. "To cook
with - or don't you want lunch?" 

"I'd rather have more of your cock!" I looked up at her
bluntness. That is my Slave, my private little slut.
Just the way I liked her. She grinned at my gentle and
patient look. "Seaweed - yuck!" 

"Steamed clams are great, lass. Now, I'm just going to
set this bucket to sit for a while to clean 'em out.
Make sure the tide doesn't take it out so keep half an
eye on it." 

"Sure. You ready for your next lesson in swimming?" 

I grinned and started to pull off my clothing, and she
immediately giggled and did the same with her last re-
maining garment. The lesson was a private joke - that
I could barely tread water and loved the sea, while
she's a city girl who swim with ease. Frustrating for
a dominant, in an embarrassing sort of way. 

I may not be able to swim but I can hold my breath and
jump the waves easily. And that is essentially what I
ended up doing. She practically swam laps about me and
we played sort of a erotic tag which she allowed me to
win. I would never have caught her in the water. The
ocean was a comfortable sixteen degrees centigrade,
just cold enough that my manhood was a very embarrass-
ing size. After a stern look she at least tried to
stifle the laugh that appeared when I went back to the
cluster of rocks. 

In all, it was a grand few hours. Afterwards, we lay on
the beach mat, naked of course, in the shade, talking
about some goals we had set as a couple that were com-
ing up in the near future. I drank gatorade and I
believe she drank iced tea. 

It just felt like the right moment, one that poets
write about, so I leaned over and gently kissed my
desirable and lovely Slave. My lips welded to hers and
our mouths widened while her tongue began to play by
finding mine. My hands found her buttocks and I enjoyed
that round smooth flesh while her hand grasped my still
shrunk cock. 

She pulled away. "Oh, your cock is cold." 

"See, I told you, shrinkage." 

"I know about shrinkage. It just feels very cold." 

"Then warm it up, Slave." Ah, finally the one instruc-
tion I'm sure she had been waiting for nearly as much
as I had anticipated giving it. Her mouth was indeed
very warm and I allowed my reaction to echo across the
water. None could hear, so why not? 

That didn't last long as I pulled her face from my lap
and threw her playfully upon her back. "Let's see if
you're cold, lass." With as much patience as she showed,
in other words none, I slid my tongue between the outer
folds of her labia. It was cold and she made her own
enjoyable sounds as my hot tongue, previously warmed in
her mouth, began to dance between her hairy vaginal
lips. It was a game; I ignored her clitoris while she
tried to move her hips to get that love button beneath
my tongue. Of course it didn't work. How could I let
it? I was enjoying her reactions to my tongue moving
rhythmically in and out of her vagina and infrequently
a quick but firm lick lower down upon her anus. 

She tasted salty from the sea. Damn, I enjoyed that
upon a woman's skin. 

I pulled my face from between her thighs. "Ask nice?" 

You see, she had been requesting me to finish her off
to get my tongue upon her clitoris or to drive my cock
deep with her cunt. I did neither and ignored her pleas
and whines. It rarely ever worked, but I think she knew
I enjoyed the sound of her voice during those moments. 

Yet now I want her to ask. "Please make me come,
Master." 

"Not good enough, Marnie." 

"Please, Master" - she spread her legs very wide apart
and then using one hand pulled her vaginal lips apart
exposing all - "make me come." She had used just the
right about of a whine and pleading. 

Yet it wasn't what I wanted. "Not bad, Slave, but we
are out here with no-one around I want you really hear
you ask." 

This time it was obvious she understood my meaning.
Marnie suddenly used her talented voice and shouted
out, "Make me come, Master! Make me come!" 

What else could I do - I finished what I started of
course. 

Afterwards, though not long afterwards I had her lick
her own spend from my face. I always enjoy when my
Slave does that. I left her in her afterglow to light
a small fire and start our late lunch. 

We both trooped around that sandbar like castaways, not
a stitch of clothing on us and our skin and hair salted
by the sea. Marnie dug around in both packs. "Where is
the butter?" 

"I don't use butter. There is vinegar in the clear bot-
tle." She made a face, but since our time together she
learned to try it before passing judgment. If you've
never tried vinegar with clams, or even mussels or lob-
ster, give it a try. I'm certain you'll not regret it.
It's what I used growing up on the east coast of Canada.

Well, it took awhile for the clams to open up, but we
did it and the supper was very tasty. The best feed of
clams I've had for years. They taste better just from
the ocean and eaten upon the beach. And if you have a
naked Slave to dip your clam for you, well, as you can
imagine that was a slice of heaven on earth. 

I guess I can tell you that I used my Slave's navel as
a place to hold the vinegar. Somehow dipped clams tasted
better that way. 

With the familiar content look on her face, I think she
rather enjoyed it also. 

Not being overly full at our feast, I was starting to
feel rather randy. My Slave had noticed my half-mast
cock while we ate, and my gaze feasting on more than
just the sea's bounty, but had said nothing about it. 

I stood up and faced her with my cock merely a few
meters away. "You wanna taste more of my clam, Master?"
My manhood rose quickly as if knowing what it was going
to end up doing. 

"I'm full, thanks." She laughed at that lame joke. "On
your knees, Slave!" I spoke rather loudly and was feel-
ing nature's power with my veins. 

I wasn't in the mood for a slow gentle love session,
but rather I wanted to fuck my Slave. She moved quickly,
and I wondered if she was feeling much the same as I was
and she aimed her bottom up towards me. One of the
greatest assets I thought my Slave possessed was sexual
and emotional empathy towards my desires. When I wanted
a hard fuck, she often mirrored this desire. It made
for very exciting moments. 

Using a gentle finger I discovered she was wet, but not
overly so. I knelt behind her spread knees and slapped
her raised ass with my stiff cock. She laughed and wig-
gled her ass towards me. "Touch yourself, Slave, get
that pussy of yours ready for me!" 

I was stroking myself and infrequently slapping her ass
with my cock while I intently watched her hand move be-
tween her legs. It's always an erotic sight that I never
tired of, watching my Slave pleasure herself. She knew
this, and her touches were just as much for me as they
were for her own pleasure. Marnie had a way of showing
me when her body was ready to receive mine, and often
it involved showing me the excitement of her sex. This
time was no different and she pulled apart the lips of
her sex with two fingers then slid the middle one into
herself. I watched her finger-fuck her own cunt, knowing
that she would only do that if she were ready for me. 

I simply slapped her busy hand with my cock and she
withdrew her fingers. It moved easily between her woman-
ly folds as her sex engulfed my cock hungrily. We both
sighed out loud with pleasure. If you've never fucked
on or in the ocean you wouldn't understand. And if you
had the luck to be alone with your mate and nature while
having sex you may understand when I say it was simply
great! I held upon her hips and began to pound my cock
in and out of her body. She had lowered herself until
her shoulders lay upon the ground and I could feel both
her hands between our legs. One was playing with my
swinging balls, and the other, I'm certain, was mani-
pulating her over- sensitive clitoris. 

It had been far too long since I had sunk myself within
this woman's body. She was very responsive and bucked
and thrashed her person below me. It simply heated my
blood more and I dropped viciously in and out of her.
We rutted with nature as a witness and for myself it
added to the excitement. 

I'm not sure how long I lasted, but I was a bull and
could only think of shoving that hard pole between my
legs into the woman who willingly submits to me. It may
have been her orgasm that woke my senses enough that I
saw her sweaty body thrash below me and I wanted more,
something different. Pulling from her cunt I rolled her
over onto her back and simply aimed my cock again at
that pleasurable hole. It was welcomed with a groan of
pleasure and hands clawing at my back and head. 

I wasn't finished and was prepared to fuck for hours if
that was what it took. 

Since it's long after and I'm recalling the moments as
I type, you and I know I could lie to you. That I could
tell you my cock was twelve inches long and I fucked my
Slave for almost two hours. It would be a blatant lie. 

I will admit I had no concept of time and that my cock
is sufficient for my own use and obviously for my
Slave's. 

When I did finish, and lordy did I finish, I filled my
Slave's clutch with a generous amount of my man cream.
She was practically hanging below me, her ankles crossed
around my hips and her hands hugging her torso up
against mine. Marnie was a tiny woman and moving her
hips up to meet my own, and when I began to grunt like
the passionate animal I am, she followed suit only a
few seconds behind me. 

So to be a gentleman, I pushed myself as far into her
I could go and flooded her depths. My own groans echoed
above her high-pitched squeals. 

Well, if you're here only to read about the sex, you
can stop reading now. You see, we both lay intertwined
for maybe an hour until the sun came about the rocks
and began to bake us. I was sweaty and found the
strength to carry my Slave over my shoulder out into
the water. The water cooled and catered to our exhaus-
tion. 

The day wasn't over, but our privacy was nearly at an
end. We found that our return passage had dropped at
least another meter beneath the water as the tide came
in. Rookie mistake - that happens infrequently, thank
goodness. We both swam back to the north shore, me
taking frequent rest breaks, and I brought the zodiac
out to the rocks to collect our day packs. 

Well, that's about it. 

Our day on the sandbar. Filled with sexual play and
not-so-sexual play. I promised myself that we would
have to do this more often. Seeing how my tired Slave
practically glowed from our afternoon's fun, I knew
that was a promise I would definitely keep. 
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