So, last summer, I went on this girls' trip to Rhodes, Greece with my besties. Sun, sea, and sex – what more could a girl ask for, right? My boyfriend, R., was being his usual controlling self, so I figured, why not have some fun without him?

We were staying at this sick beach club, and on our third night, we hit up this crazy club downtown. The music was bumping, the drinks were flowing, and I was feeling fucking amazing.

I was dressed to fucking kill, of course. I mean, have you seen my body? I had to show it off. I was wearing this tiny, fucking tiny, white dress that barely covered my ass. It was like a second skin, clinging to every curve. My big tits were spilling out of the low-cut neckline, and I wasn't wearing a bra. Why the fuck would I? I love the feel of the fabric rubbing against my hard nipples. I paired it with some open sky-high heels that made my already long legs look like they went on for miles and my pink painted toes looked perfect. My blonde hair was down, wild and curly, and my makeup was all smoky and sexy screaming fuck me. I looked like the perfect mix of cute and fuckable.

My tits were out, my ass was on full display, and I loved every second of the attention.

I was dancing with the girls, grinding on them, feeling their hands all over me. I fucking love it when chicks touch me, you know? It gets me so fucking hot. But then, I felt this massive presence behind me. I turned around, and holy shit, there he was – this gorgeous, older guy, maybe in his late 40s. He had those intense eyes, not the best body but it was his aura that was making me speechless.

I could feel his eyes on me, and fuck, it made me so fucking wet. I wanted him to see me, to want me. So, I gave him a show.

I danced with my girls, twerking, grinding, making sure he got a good look at my ass, my tits, my everything. I could see him getting hard, and fuck, it turned me on so much. I wanted him to fuck me, to use me, to make me his little slut.

After a while, I made my way over to him, acting all shy and shit. I leaned in close, so he could hear me over the music, and whispered, "Why are you staring at me like that do I know you?" He grabbed my wrist, pulled me closer, and growled "Does it matter?" in a strong accent.

Fuck, he was right. I just wanted him to fuck me senseless.

We danced, his hands roaming all over my body, squeezing my tits, grabbing my ass. I could feel my pussy throbbing, aching for him. I was so turned on, I didn't even care that my friends were watching. Hell, I wanted them to watch. I wanted everyone to see me with him (I wished my bf would have been there to watch me too lol).

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I didn't hesitate. I grabbed his hand, and we were out the door in seconds.

We ended up at some secluded beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. He pushed me down onto the sand, his body covering mine. He was rough, dominant, just like I fucking love it.

He grabbed my dress, pulled it up, and ripped my thong off. He growled, "You're a fucking slut, aren't you?"

I moaned, "Yes, sir."

He chuckled darkly, "Good girl."

I gasped, but he just covered my mouth with his hand, muffling my cries. "Shut up, little slut," he growled. "You wanted this, didn't you?" I nodded, my heart pounding. He pushed two fingers into my pussy, hard and rough, making me moan. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned. "You like it when strangers fuck you, don't you?"

His hands were all over me, grabbing my tits, squeezing them hard, leaving bruises. I didn't care. I fucking loved it.

He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and whispered in my ear, "Scream for me, little slut. Let me hear you." And fuck, I did. I screamed and moaned as he fingered me, as he used me, as he destroyed my pussy. He bit my neck, my shoulders, marking me, claiming me. I could feel his stubble against my skin, his hot breath on my ear. It was fucking intense.

He unbuckled his pants, pulled out his cock, and before I could even blink, he was inside me. Fuck, he was big, stretching me, filling me up raw. He fucked me hard, brutal, slamming into me over and over again. His hands gripping my thighs so tight I knew I'd have bruises. I loved it. I wanted him to mark me, to claim me.

He flipped me over, pulling my hips up so my ass was in the air. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. "Take it, slut," he growled.

And fuck, I did. I took every inch of him, my pussy stretching to accommodate his massive size. He fucked me like an animal, his balls slapping against my clit, his fingers digging into my hips.

I came hard, my pussy convulsing around his cock. He groaned, his hot cum filling me up. He kept fucking me, his cock never softening, never stopping.

We fucked all night, on the beach, in the water, against the rocks. He used me, fucked me, degraded me, and I fucking loved it. I wanted more, always more.

When the sun came up, he was gone. No note, no goodbye, just like that. I knew I'd never see him again, and fuck, that was hot.

I went back to the club, my dress still up, my tits still out, my body covered in his cum, aching, my pussy sore, bruises all over my body. My friends looked at me, their eyes wide with shock and jealousy. I knew they could see the bruises, the marks, the evidence of my cheating, my fucking. I just smiled, knowing I'd given them a show they'd never forget.

When I got back to the hotel, I sent my boyfriend a selfie and wrote that I slipped an fell on the beach and that’s why I have bruises now on my whole body, so that he wouldn’t be too suspicious when I come back home looking beaten black and blue with bite marks on my ass haha - what this man left on me that night was btw still visible after weeks lol

So there you have it, folks. My wild night in Rhodes. I knew I wouldn't see him again, so I fucking cheated. And fuck, was it worth it.

What's the wildest thing you've ever done on vacation? Spill the beans, you naughty little minxes!