The sun was hot, the beach secluded. Miles of sand dunes stretched out behind us. The tide was out, the sound of the waves nothing but a soothing murmur of background noise.

We walked slowly, hand in hand, enjoying the solitude. I wore a bikini top and wraparound skirt, with an oversized hat keeping the sun from my eyes. Sir was topless, wearing nothing but black cargo shorts and a rucksack slung loosely over one shoulder. We didn't have any destination to reach, no timetable to stick to, we just walked for the enjoyment of it. I'd started the day in a bad mood, but I could feel myself loosening up, my spirits lifting. The day, the surroundings and the company were simply too good for me to stay upset.

As if he could read my mind, Sir stopped and pulled me to him and kissed me tenderly. I loved the feel of his arms around me. He made me feel safe, protected. We could be the only people on the planet, but I felt he would still be there, looking after me.

Since we were already stopped, it seemed like a good time to break out the snacks. We stepped back off the main beach and into the dunes, finding a sheltered hollow to have our little picnic. It was only simple food, but somehow that made it even better. There was something strangely arousing about Sir hand- feeding me as I lay back with my head in his lap.

After eating, I felt pretty lethargic and decided to sunbathe for a while. I peeled off my skirt to reveal my matching bikini bottoms. As I lay back down, I had an idea. Since we apparently had the beach to ourselves. I acted on it before I could second guess myself. I pulled the string to release my top, and stepped out of the bottoms and quickly lay down.

The sun felt especially warm on my bare ass cheeks, but that was nothing compared to the warmth I could feel growing in my pussy. Given my history it probably sounds odd, but there was something incredibly naughty and arousing about being completely naked in such a public place.

As I was laying there, thinking about putting my hand between my thighs and giving Sir a show, something cold and wet landed squarely on my ass cheeks, making me squeal in surprise. I looked around to see Sir laughing with a bottle of sun cream in his hand. "I'm the only one allowed to make that ass red." He said, before kneeling beside me and massaging it into my skin.

I'm sure you can imagine how much I enjoyed feeling his hands on me, and my legs parted instantly under his touch. He wasted no time accepting the invitation, and I felt his fingertip sliding up and down across my wet lips, teasingly avoiding both my clit and entrance with each stroke. I let out a quiet moan and spread my legs wider, hoping he would take the hint and touch me where I wanted - no needed - it the most.

I heard him chuckling evilly beside me. "Ask nicely, pet" he said.

I tried to resist, but the constant teasing touches of his finger felt so good, and my pussy so desperate for his attention that i couldn't hold out for long.

"Please Sir, I need it" I begged.

That wasnt enough for him though. "Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want"

It felt so humiliating to have to spell it out. I was sure he already knew what I needed and, even worse, he knew that I knew. That only served to make me even more desperate to feel him inside me.

I opened my mouth to speak and surprised myself when a loud moan escaped instead. "Well, slut?" Sir asked.

I tried again and this time managed to get the words out. "I want your fingers in my pussy, Sir. I want to be fucked haŕd. Please?"

Sir laughed again "Good girl. That wasnt so hard, was it?"

Then he was fingering me, first with just the one, then a second, then a third. Stretching me wide as his fingers fucked me hard and fast. I lifted myself to my hands and knees, thrusting back onto his hand, his fingers driving into me as he used the other hand to stroke and punch my clit.

"Do you want to cum already?" Sir asked me.

"Please. Sir. I need it. Can I. Cum. Please Sir?" I gasped out between my moans.

Sir made me wait for an answer. It was probably only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. "Please?" I gasped out again.

"Very well, you have permission" he said, as he did something with his fingers inside me that instantly doubled the feelings of pleasure wracking my body.

I got very vocal then. In hindsight, I'm glad the beach was empty, but I think I would have been just as loud if there were people everywhere.

As the aftershocks of orgasm faded, I felt Sir pull his fingers free and lay down beside me. I didn't feel able to move. I lay there, my used pussy on full display to anyone who may have walked the beach while we were eating and been attracted by my cries of passion.

It was maybe half an hour later when I woke from a light doze to see Sir, still laying beside me, his eyes half closed against the sun as he watched me. I wanted to show him how grateful I was for everything he had done for me, and I knew that there was one thing I could do that he loved more than anything else.

I unzipped his shorts and pulled his semi-hard cock free, taking the full length into my mouth and pressing my tongue against his balls. I held myself there as long as I could, licking his sack as I felt him growing in my mouth. I felt myself start to choke and lifted my head, his cock glistening with my drool and a line of saliva still connecting him to my lips.

I gripped the base of his thick shaft and took his head back in my mouth. I kept him there, sucking gently as my tongue swept over his glans and my hand stroked up and down. Every few strokes of my hand I followed it back down with my lips taking him as far down my throat as I could and leaving a fresh trail of saliva.

Sir's hands gripped my hair. I surrendered myself to him, his cock thrusting into my mouth as his hands pulled me onto him. I was choking, I couldn't breathe, but I wasnt going to make him stop when he was so nearly there. With one last deep thrust, he pulled me away just as thick ropes of hot cum shot from his cock, landing on my face, my breasts, stomach, even my thighs. More than I would have thought possible.

I picked up the towel to clean myself off, but before I could Sir grabbed my wrist and said "Leave it. It looks good on you".

He did at least allow me to put my bikini back on before we walked back to the car, my face and body painted in his slowly drying cum.