It's a sunny afternoon, and we're walking along the beach hand in hand enjoying the opportunity to be outside and feel free. I'm wearing a short sun dress which shows off my tan perfectly and you're looking sporty as ever. You wouldn't be far placed from one of those surfer guys out in the sea catching the waves.
We stop and sit down, looking out to sea. The warm weather is making me feel horny and there are not many people around, other than the surfers. I discreetly unzip your shorts and caress your cock until it becomes hard and is throbbing for some further action.
The look in your eyes lets me know that you want more, so I go down on you, slowly massaging your hard cock with me tongue. I then open the bottle of champagne and take a swig before continuing to divert my attention back to you. The bubbles in my mouth over your cock are clearly teasing you and you remain submissive letting me pleasure you. You relax and lie back swigging the champagne from the bottle before turning back to me, and after uuntying the straps on my sundress you stop me from giving you head before splashing the champagne over my breasts and sucking my nipples. I can feel my pussy tingle with pure pleasure as you do this.
You know that I want you. You ask me to clim onto you which I do without question. I slowly guide your throbbing cock into my pussy. You fill me up nicely and I begin to rock on you. We are both so horny - maybe it's the weather, or the fact that the surfers out in the sea can see us and they must know what we are doing.
You decide to take control. You push me off of your cock and I can see my juices all white and sticky over it. You pick up the champagne bottle which by now is empty and tell me that you know I'll love it. You push me back and spread my legs wide open, exposing my pussy. My lips are still slightly spread from when you were inside me and some cum is dripping out between them.
Without any warning, you thrust the bottle neck inside me. I feel shamed as I know people must be watching my know - in fact there are people walking in our direction. I feel dirty, but I'm loving it.
You keep thrusting the bottle, telling me that you love to see me taking it in, something which you can't normally see when fucking me. I keep trying to cover myself up with my dress, but it is useless, as the more you keeep shoving the bottle into me, the more I feel helpless. I can feel myself cumming and I have to give in. I let you a scream but you just keep on with the pounding. You know that I have cum but you want more. You want to see me completely helpless in your hands - or the hands of someone else.
Two women who were walking towards us have stopped to see the entertainment - and decided to join in. You remove the bottle from my now dripping cunt and you lick my juices from the neck. I can tell that you are loving this and just when I think I can move back to you I find I am pushed back again. The first strange woman has pushed me back and is caressing my breasts and my nipples with her hands and her togue. The other woman has spread my pussy lips once more. I am enjoying this; it's always been a secret fantasy of mine and you just sit back and watch them take control. I am again shamed that others might me watching and think that I am just some slut who can't get enough inside her pussy - and maybe there is some truth to that.
The second woman's fingers are exploring my insides and before I know it there are one, two, three, four fingers - and now, a fist inside me. I am being fisted by a complete stranger and it's a woman. I never imagined that this could happen to me but it feels so good. I feel somewhat violated but I am past caring as the strange woman moves her fist inside me. Her knuckles keep on hitting my g-spot and once again I cum, hard and long. The two women have clearly satisfied themselves by simply satisfying me. The move off and continue their walk down the beach.
You look at me longingly and I go red with embarrassment at what I have just done. You grab my hand and re-align my dress even re-tying the shoulder straps. I am in no state to do much as I am bewildered and still recovering from my most submissive experience yet.
You lead me down the beach and we continue our lazy afternoon stroll. I notice that you have also picked up the champagne bottle. You tell me that you need to take it home as a gentle reminder of what happens when champagne bubbles go to your head. I like that idea of a reminder. I will be sure to let it remind me to make it happen again.