Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2013 07:52:14 -0400
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave - Part 2

Author's Note:

This story is intended for people over 18 only.  All characters are over
18. Please understand that although this story depicts unprotected sex with
multiple partners and/or complete strangers, such actions are unwise and
unsafe. Please always use protection.

Please send any feedback to matthew.david.david@gmail.com.


Beach Wedding Slave
Part 2


    I awoke to sunshine streaming bright through the window.  My skin was
itching and I raised my hand to my face in confusion.  What I felt was
rough and it came away on my fingers sandy and dry.  In my sleepy confusion
it took a moment for me to remember last night - how I had fallen asleep
with Trent's cum smeared on my face mixed with sand from the beach.
Immediately the events of last night's encounter came flooding back, how
Trent had held me down on the sand and fucked my face on the empty beach.
How he had forced himself on me and called me all sorts of filthy,
degrading things... and how I loved it.

    I began to get hard lying in bed thinking about it.  I could hardly
wait to see him again, I thought, as I began to stroke my cock in fantasy.
And then reality came crashing in on me - Ryan's wedding was this morning.
I bolted out of bed and grabbed my phone to check the time.  I had slept
through breakfast and the wedding was to take place on the beach in less
than an hour.

    "Fuck," I yelped as I ran to the shower. I should have just enough time
to get myself presentable before the ceremony.  As I stood in the bathroom
waiting for the shower water to warm up I caught a glance of myself in the
mirror.  My wavy brown hair was gummed up with dried cum and my face was
dirty with flaking sand.  I had a bruise on the side of my neck where Trent
nipped me while we were splashing around in the water.  My hand slid down
my backside and my fingertips stopped in the crack of my ass - I had sand
there too and it took me a moment to brush it from between my cheeks.  It
was like looking at another person in the mirror - it wasn't the reserved
and proper Matthew I was familiar with.  Before me stood a cum covered slut
who let a strange man fuck his face on a public beach without complaint.
It was the image of a whore whose cock was getting hard thinking about his
next encounter, dreaming that they would have the chance to go even
further.  I think I was beginning to like the new me.

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    I made it to the wedding with a few minutes to spare.
    "Where the hell have you been?" Kim whispered to me as I took an empty
seat beside her.  Ryan's parents were sitting in the row in front of us
with Felice's mother, while Felice's girlfriends stood on the small gazebo
in matching dresses and bouquets.  The bride and groom were yet to arrive.
I couldn't help but notice we were only a little further down the beach
from where Trent had held me down and fucked my face the night before.

    I ignored Kim's question, and instead asked, "How come you're not up
there with Danielle and Jasmine?"

    "I can't stand those bitches," was all she had time to say before one
of the attendants turned on a small stereo to play 'here comes the bride.'

      Ryan and Felice made their way down the path from a quaint little
beach cottage at the edge of the sand.  My childhood friend was wearing a
tuxedo jacket complete with bowtie and cumberbund, his hair slicked back
and parted at the side.  But from the waist down he wore baggy boardshorts
in blue and green and was barefoot. Felice was wearing a strapless white
gown, softly curled hair cascading over her tanned shoulders.  She was
clearly struggling, having difficulty making her way through the sand in
high heels.  As goofy as they looked, they were grinning like fools and I
felt grateful I was able to be part of their happy day.

      The minister, though he looked more like a bartender, officiated the
ceremony.  He spoke briefly in a thick accent then led the couple through
their vows.  Felice's mother began to cry and before we knew it the wedding
was over and Ryan and Felice were embracing, kissing each other as man and
wife.  We all got up to congratulate the couple.

      As I pulled Ryan towards me in a hug, I spotted Trent and Wes walking
along the beach past the gazebo - Trent's arm on Wes's back as they went.
I squeezed Ryan tight and said, "I'm so happy for you," stalling as I
watched Trent over Ryan's shoulder.  At that moment, Trent turned his head
and caught my eye and he puckered his lips as if to blow me a kiss.  His
hand subtly pulled his boyfriend's shirt up a few inches for just a brief
moment - but it was enough time for me to see a flash of green and yellow
before Wes's shirt fell back into place.  His boyfriend was wearing my
underwear that Trent had stolen from me the night before.  I pulled away
from Ryan before he could feel my hardening cock pressed against him in our
hug.

      "Thanks buddy!" Ryan beamed.  I don't think he had noticed a thing.
But a second later Ryan reached his hand up and pulled back the collar of
my shirt.  "Well well, what's this?" he laughed as he exposed the hickey on
my neck.  I blushed in embarrassment; I had hoped it would go unnoticed
until at least later in the day.  "This explains why we missed you at
breakfast," he joked.

      Thankfully we were swept up by Felice's mother and ushered back
towards the resort where she had an entire restaurant booked for our
private party until late in the afternoon.  I glanced over my shoulder for
one last look at Trent and Wes, but they had disappeared amongst the other
beach visitors.

      The remainder of the day was spent in celebration.  It was a blur of
eating and drinking, with the restaurant staff catering to us while a
traditional band played music and sang all afternoon.  After almost an hour
of posing for the photographer, Felice's mother allowed us to take a break.
We were to meet at another restaurant later in the evening, and she advised
us all to take a siesta so we could be refreshed for more photographs.  Kim
walked me most of the way back to my room, and as we went by the pool I
spotted Trent and Wes reclining by the water.  Trent was wearing sunglasses
with a straw hat tipped up over his forehead, possibly sleeping - Wes
appeared to be reading a book.  Neither one took any notice as Kim and I
passed and I felt mildly disappointed.  I suppose it was possible Wes was
unaware of what happened last night, but I doubted that seeing as how he
was wearing my underwear.  Kim gave me a kiss on the cheek as we parted,
and I promised to see her again in a few hours.

      In my room I took off my dress clothes and decided I could use a nap
before joining up with the rest of the wedding party.  I was on the edge of
sleep when I heard a knock at the door.  Trent, I thought immediately.  I
was only wearing a tight pair of briefs, and decided to answer the door
without covering myself up further.

      To my disappointment, it was not Trent standing on the other side of
the door.  Instead, a young Cuban man in a resort uniform stood before me.
He looked down at the bulge in my underwear and then looked back up at my
face almost immediately.  I could feel myself blushing in humiliation, what
was I thinking answering the door almost naked!  I instinctively stepped to
the side so the door would partially cover my nakedness.

      The young man held a plastic shopping bag out for me to take and said
in perfect English, "A gentleman at the pool said you left this under your
chair."

      I took the bag and thanked him, eager to close the door before anyone
else could see me.  Once alone in the room, I moved forward to sit on the
bed.  I was confused and thought that someone had sent the bag by mistake.
But once I looked inside, I knew it had been meant for me.

      Inside was something made of black leather.  It wasn't until I pulled
it out of the bag that I could make out what it was - a leather slave hood
with a zippered mouth.  A detachable blindfold was fastened over the eyes
with what I thought were snaps, but when I gave it a tug I realized it was
riveted onto the hood and would not budge.  I had fantasized in the past
about things like this, but neither Scott nor any of my past lovers seemed
to have any interest in this area of kink.

      I looked to see what else was in the bag and only found a folded
piece of paper.  My dick began to get stiff as I unfolded it, I couldn't
wait to see what it said.

      'Take off your clothes, put on the hood and lay on the bed.  Make
sure your ass is lubed.  Leave the door unlocked.'  My heart began to pound
as I read these three short sentences.  What a turn on!  I wasn't expecting
to see Trent again until late this evening; he had instructed me to meet
him again at the snack bar tonight.  He must have been watching through his
sunglasses when I walked by him at the pool, and my room was one of the
closest to the poolside.

      I'd like to say I had an internal struggle, and I suppose I briefly
did - though I knew my mind was made up the moment I realized what was in
the bag.  The thought of getting fucked by Trent was the only thing on my
mind, and the fact that he was forcing me to submit to his will was only
making this more exciting.

      I wasted no time.  I got up and went to the counter in the bathroom.
I pulled my white briefs off, down over my hard cock and round ass, kicking
them off to the side.  I grabbed my toiletry bag and rummaged around until
I found the small bottle of lube I had packed.  With my cock sticking out
in front of me at an awkward angle, I spread my legs and leaned forward
over the counter.  At the same time I popped the cap off the lube and
squirted a liberal amount of it into the palm of my hand.  I reached back
with both of my hands, pulling my ass cheeks apart with the first and then
smearing the lube over my warm hole with the other.  My pucker twitched in
excitement when I rubbed the cold lube into it and I slid a finger into my
ass to make sure I was lubricated inside and out.  I pushed a second finger
in to ensure that I was wet and ready for Trent's cock.  I could barely
contain my excitement.

      I left the bathroom feeling my ass cheeks slide together as I walked,
the wet feeling between my legs worked to heighten my excitement.  I
unlocked the door as I passed and picked up the hood from the bed where I
left it, examining it to figure out how to put it on.  It had a set of
laces at the back that I loosened before pulling the opening wider.  I
slipped the soft leather onto my head and pulled the hood down over my
face.  It felt soft and warm against my skin and I enjoyed the sensory
deprivation of the darkness.  By feel alone I was able to pull the laces on
the back tight, conforming the leather to my head before I clumsily tied
the hood shut.  It had two holes for my nostrils and I was able to breathe
through my nose without any trouble.  I fumbled around trying to open the
zipper over my mouth, and opened and closed it several times trying to
decide if I should leave my mouth exposed.  In the end I left it open in
hopes that I would get to use my mouth in the encounter to come, besides
the cold teeth of the zipper felt weird against my lips.

      I lay face down on the bed, with my legs spread and my ass exposed,
waiting for Trent to make his appearance.  I remained there on the bed for
about 15 minutes before I heard the door to my room open and close,
instinctively I arched my back to put my ready ass on display.  Through the
leather hood I could make out the sound of his footsteps on the tile floor
as he approached.  Part of me wished I could see him, but a larger part of
me was thrilled at being under his control like this.

      "Hello Sir," I said, though the tightness of the hood made speaking a
bit difficult. I remembered how Trent insisted I call him Sir the night
before.

      My asshole twitched in eager anticipation as I lay there in silence.
He wasn't saying or doing anything, as far as I could tell.  I imagined he
must be getting a nice, long look at me laying exposed before him.

      Just about when I began to worry what was happening, I heard rustling
at the bedside.  Was he taking off his clothes, I wondered?  Then I felt
the bed shift and he joined me on the mattress, his warm skin against my
own.  He positioned himself between my legs as I lay on my stomach, pushing
them further apart with his knees.  I felt his hand at the small of my
back, I could feel it's roughness as he traced his fingers down and over
the roundness of my ass.  After a moment his fingers returned upwards and
rested at the top of my crack.  With a single finger, he followed the line
of my crack - pushing into the slick space between my legs.  I could feel
his calloused fingertip as it rested against my pucker and I let out a moan
of pleasure.

      He slowly traced around my tight hole and I found myself arching my
back upwards, hoping to feel his finger inside of me.  He was so silent and
had not said a word since he came into my room.  I continued to push myself
up to meet his finger and was rewarded with a hard slap across my ass.  I
barely had enough time to draw in a quick breath before I felt him push his
finger all the way into my hole.

      It felt amazing and I reached my hands behind me to spread my ass
apart, I wanted him to have complete access to my hole.  As he began to
slide his finger out of my tight chute he slapped my ass again, causing me
to clench down on his digit.  I let go of myself and grabbed his wrist,
pulling his hand back towards me - forcing his finger to slide back inside.
He pulled his finger out of my ass and shook my grip from his wrist.  He
then grabbed both of my hands and pushed them down into the bed on either
side of me.  He didn't have to use words for me to tell what he wanted, I
was to lay there and let him have his way with me - I was happy to oblige.

      He grabbed my hips and pulled me up from the bed, so I was face down
on my knees with my ass up in the air.  I moved my hands up around my head
to provide myself some support for what was to come.

      "Please fuck me," I begged.  Though I couldn't see anything with the
leather hood on, I closed my eyes anyway to concentrate on the feeling of
the moment.

      His hands were still on my hips and I tried to press myself up
against his body.  I could feel the hardness of his cock as it rested on
top of my ass and the tickle of his hairy balls on my sensitive skin.  I
could feel the roughness of fabric against my thighs and knew he had not
taken his shorts off.  I brought my ankles closer together so I could feel
his hairy legs against my own.  I could faintly hear his breathing as he
positioned himself behind me.  I could smell the scent of him through the
hood, musky cologne mixed with a faint smell of pool chlorine.  Without
being able to see, I had no choice but to focus on my other senses.

      I heard the sound of him spitting, and wetness splashed onto my
backside.  Another mouthful hit its mark and he removed a hand from my hip
to spread the saliva over his cock.  I was ready and I needed to be fucked.

      He lined his dick up with my ass and pressed into me with his hips.
I was tight but had made sure my chute was well lubed as he had instructed.
His cock found my hole and he pushed forward, sliding in completely without
giving me time to relax and get used to having him inside of me.  I moaned
in agony, grabbing at the sheet on the bed to help cope with the pain of
his assault.

      Thankfully, he held his cock inside me for a few seconds and the
sensation of pain dulled considerably.  I could feel the heat of his dick
in my ass, and the press of his flesh against mine.  He began to pump his
cock, increasing the length of each stroke and I started to enjoy the feel
of his swollen member as it passed back and forth in my hole.  I caught
onto his rhythm and pushed back with my body in time with his thrusts.

      I moved one of my arms underneath me and grabbed my own stiff prick,
stroking it in time with his pace.  His hand left my hip and he knocked my
arm away and pushed it down onto the bed.  I tried to stroke my dick once
more, and again he pushed me away.

      We began to sweat and I could hear the wet sound of our bodies coming
together.  For a few more minutes we fucked, or rather he fucked me.  It
was hot under the leather hood and I could feel my perspiration soaking my
hair and dripping down the side of my nose.  His breathing began to deepen
and he gripped my hips harder while increasing the speed of his pumping.
He bunny fucked me with short powerful jabs, hitting my sweet spot deep
inside with the head of his cock.  I moaned in pleasure and felt a chill
run up my spine.

      He began to unload his seed up my ass, slowing to a stop and then
slamming deep into my hole hard.  Each quick thrust that followed was
accompanied with another squirt of cum being planted deep inside of me.  It
felt amazing to have this hot man using me as a slut, breeding my ass as if
it belonged to him.  He collapsed on top of me for a moment and I sunk down
onto the bed under his weight. He held his cock in my ass and I could feel
it beginning to lose i's rigid stiffness.

      "Thank you, Sir," I whispered, clenching the muscles of my anus
around his cock to emphasize my point.  Silence was my only response.

      A few moments later his breathing slowed and he pushed himself up and
off of me.  His cock slid from my slick hole and suddenly I was left
feeling empty.  I lay there on the bed with the leather hood still covering
my face.  I could hear him pulling up his shorts and zipping them closed.
I rolled over onto my back, my own cock hard and straining for
release. There was a soft scuffle sound and I knew he was preparing to
leave.

      "Thank you for giving me your load, Sir," I said even as I heard his
footsteps on the tile floor as he walked towards the door.  The door
opened, the door closed, and he was gone - as quick as that, not a single
word spoken.

      I thought it would be hot to leave the hood on while I jerked myself
off, and my dick throbbed in agreement.  I spread my legs in the air and
put a hand to my ass, sliding a finger into my cum-slicked hole.  I
massaged myself, rubbing my prostate and stroking myself at the same time.
I pulled my finger out of my ass and it came away coated in Trent's cum.
Without hesitation, I put the same finger into my mouth to savor the taste
of the load in my ass.  It was enough to push me over the edge and as I
sucked and licked the sticky mess off my finger I blew my own load all over
my chest.  I continued to stroke my cock through the orgasm and another
spurt of jizz shot far enough to splatter against the slave hood - I
couldn't remember the last time I came so hard.
      My breathing was coming hoarse and ragged and the metal teeth of the
zipper

rubbing at the sides of my mouth were becoming painful.  As much as I
wanted to keep it on, I thought the time to take off the slave hood had
come.  I clumsily untied the laces and pulled the leather up and off of my
head.  The air felt cool against my damp face and my eyes adjusted to the
light quickly, the sun was setting and the room was cast in shadows of
early evening.

      I collapsed onto the bed with my knees bent upwards, spread wide
apart.  The moistness of the sweat and cum and lube smeared all down my
ass-crack and on the back of my thighs was an erotic reminder what had just
happened.  The leather hood lay crumpled on my chest, halfway resting in a
puddle of my own jizz.  What a hot encounter I thought, my fingers rubbing
the tender lips of my bred hole, tracing circles in Trent's cum as it oozed
from inside me.

      I glanced at my phone to catch the time; I still had a couple hours
before I had to meet Ryan and the others for our late dinner.  I considered
hopping in the shower to clean myself up, but instead decided that a slut
should keep the evidence of sex as a shameful reminder.  Besides, I was
exhausted and needed a nap if I was going to face the wedding party again
tonight and still have energy to meet Trent for round three of submitting
to his cock.