by Kim Acton
Her new slut vocabulary went into overdrive, “Oh, Sir, please sodomize my anal fuck hole with your monster cock! Ream my ass so I never forget who owns it. Make me your anal fuck-bitch! Use me! Please use me!”
Eva felt inhibitions flee from her body. She transformed into what she had longed to be throughout her marriage, a completely uninhibited sex partner.
“Oh, God! Thank you for fucking my slut ass, Sir. Please give it to me harder! Make me your anal fuck-toy. Make me your anal bitch-slave. Show me where my real cunt is, Sir! Please let me service your huge cock with my fuckable ass. Please give it to me every day, Sir. My fuckable ass needs to be used like this every day. Thank you for training me to be like this, Sir. Thank you for making me become a sleazy whore to be fucked like a rag-doll for your pleasure. Oh, God, I love it so much, I’m going to cum, Sir. I’m sorry but I’m going to cum. I can’t stop it. Oh my God!”
She squealed and kicked her feet against the bed. Instead of clawing herself away from his thrusts, Eva was shoving her ass backward to get more cock in her on every pounding thrust.
Andre was ecstatic at her transformation and took mercy on her unauthorized orgasm. “Cum hard for me, Bitch. Show me how much you love a big dick in your ass and cum loud and hard right now!”
He drove his dick deep and rested his balls on her hot ass cheeks as he exploded inside her. They both felt the wild, powerful contractions of the other as orgasms tore through them `at the same time. Eva collapsed on the bed in tears.
She quietly sobbed with gratitude, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much, Andre.”
Andre held her and kissed her neck.
CHAPTER SIX
A Day at the Beach
The next day Andre had no business meetings so he decided to spend a day at the beach. They drove south from Cancun toward Playa del Carmen and found a wonderful beach that Andre read about online. The beach was huge and several areas had lounge chairs and umbrellas set up and available for a small rental fee.
Even as they walked along the beach carrying their beach bags Andre noticed all the eyes that followed Eva. She wore a thin white cotton shirt over her two-piece yellow bikini and her luscious boobs bounced and rolled like puppies in a sack.
Eva knew she would be displaying too much because Andre would not allow her to wear a normal bra to the beach. She looked straight ahead and tried not to see anyone who might be staring at her. Luckily for her, she also had no way to see the gaping mouths and obvious stares of the people behind her who got a glimpse of her perfect ass after she passed by. Andre, however, took it all in and loved every second of it.
Some guys have serious jealousy issues. They see a guy look at their wife and they want to start a fight about it. For Andre it was more like having something he was really proud of. Like a car guy taking a classic Corvette on a Sunday drive just to show it off. Nothing made him feel better than someone giving him a wink and saying, “you’re a lucky guy.” He knew Eva was as hot as a two-dollar pistol and taking her to the beach wearing a small bikini guaranteed him a great day of watching people look at her.
Eva wanted to protest that the yellow two-piece he selected from a catalog the week before was far too revealing. In the past she only wore a one-piece bathing suit and those were always modest. However, she learned that protesting such things only led to more severe discipline sessions and never to her getting her way. She was surprised to realize she was not too embarrassed to be wearing it. At least not as much as she thought she would. Gradually she was losing her public modesty and the best feeling for her was that she was pleasing Andre with her new boldness.
At least she thought it was boldness, until she found out what Andre would have her doing over the rest of their Mexican trip. By that standard, walking to their lounge chairs was practically sitting in church.
When they were set up with their chairs and towels Andre made sure Eva put on a good show. He told her to apply suntan oil to her entire body and as she did he kept repeating the same order, “Slower.” He insisted she make three applications on her boobs and inner thighs. Slowly. When she turned on her stomach he applied the oil to her round ass. He pulled her suit bottom in every direction always revealing her white flesh to the sun and the onlookers. He made her place a rolled towel under her hips so her ass was uplifted in a wanton, seductive manner. She blushed behind her big sunglasses.
What Andre knew was that the beach was frequented by many European tourists who were accustomed to going topless. He surveyed the sunbathers and nearly a dozen women, mostly middle-aged and overweight were not wearing bikini tops. Most of them were laying on towels and a few were walking from the ocean after a quick dip to cool off from the wickedly hot sun. He could just picture Eva doing the same things and the looks it would garner.
Andre set up the scenario, “Eva, I’d like you to get us a couple of cold beers. How does that sound?”
“Sure, Honey. Where do I get them?” she asked while sitting up.
“Do you see that vendor down the beach a little way? He’ll have beer. I like the local beer called Sol. Why don’t you get us a couple of those,” he said, handing her a hundred-peso bill.
“OK, Baby,” she replied. “I’ll be back right back.”
He lowered the boom. “One more thing, Eva. I want you to remove your bikini top and leave it here. Then walk down there topless and get our beer.”
Eva froze. The color drained out of her face. All she could manage to say was “Please” in a pleading tone. She began to tremble.
Andre was inflexible. “That’s what I want you to do. It’s legal here so you don’t need to concern yourself about that. I see some other women topless. I want you to walk right down the beach to the vendor booth and bring back two beers. And I don’t want you doing anything to cover yourself. Don’t fold your arms or carry the beer in a way that blocks people’s view of your big tits. Do you understand, Eva?”
“Yes, Sir, but please. Can I do something else for you? Something back in our hotel room? I’ll take a whipping with the cane. I’ll take many whippings. Please? Anything.”
Andre was stern with her, “First of all, you are going to receive the cane anyway. That’s for delaying and trying to bargain. So you have a good whipping to look forward to now. And it won’t be only your ass this time. You’re going to get your first taste of being caned on your tits and slut cunt. You won’t enjoy that, I assure you. If you delay longer you’ll get more.
Secondly, trading this experience for something else misses the point of your training. You are going to overcome your preoccupation with what strangers are thinking of you. You are going to do what brings pleasure to your husband and learn that is all that matters. What other people think is meaningless in our marriage. Whipping you every day for a month won’t teach you that. Walking topless while people stare at you will teach you that what they think doesn’t matter in the end. What matters is whether it makes your husband happy, makes you enjoy being submissive and makes your marriage better. Do you understand, Eva?”
Eva knew she had to do it and she didn’t want any extra with the cane. His threat of strokes to her tits and cunt sent a icy chill though her. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. You’re right…but I’m so scared,” she admitted.
“There’s nothing to it. You just walk down the beach and come back. Now take of your top right now and hand it to me,” Andre said.
“Yes, Sir.” Eva slowly reached behind her back and tugged the string of her bikini. She peeled off her top and her magnificent, full breasts fell into the sunshine. She had distinct tan lines that made her breasts look neon white on a beach full of golden brown bodies. In fact, this was the first time sunlight had ever fallen on her naked breasts. Ever. The sea-breeze ran across her nipples and hardened them into pink bullets. The people seated near her were already stealing looks at her. Her narrow waist, flat stomach and full, natural boobs made her a beacon on the beach.
Andre had a huge grin on his face, “What do you suppose they are
looking at, Eva?”
She swallowed hard and said with a whisper, “My big tits, Sir.”
“That’s right, now away you go,” he said, waving his hand toward the beer vendor.
Eva’s head was swimming but she turned and walked toward the ocean then along the beach toward the vendor. As she walked she saw heads turning and heard conversations in several languages go silent. Both men and women were open-mouthed as they saw her walk past. A few younger guys shouted ‘Hola!’ as she went past but Eva only smiled and nodded without saying ‘hello’ back to them. She felt a thousand eyes on her as her boobs jiggled and bounced with every step. She was helpless to stop her show as her heavy orbs of flesh swayed without restraint. The air on her bare skin felt delicious and she realize that despite her massive embarrassment the feeling of freedom was making her fantastically aroused.
The beer vendor saw her coming and looked her up and down as she approached. She asked for two beers, handed him nearly double the price and didn’t wait for her change. As she walked back some people were waiting to surreptitiously snap her photo with cameras and mobile phones. She was mortified but pulled the brim of her large sun hat toward the viewers and relied on that and her large sunglasses to conceal her identity. Besides, nobody who knew her and Andre would ever believe that the half-naked goddess sashaying down the beach with her tits out was shy, repressed Eva.
Andre never took his eyes off her for the duration of her walk. He was all smiles as she walked up to their loungers and handed him his cold beer. They toasted bottles and both took a long swig. Then Eva did something that shocked Andre. She laid face up on her lounge chair and didn’t cover her boobs. She just reclined and continued to sun herself like she’d been doing it for years. Andre was truly impressed.
“Wow. You know that caning I said you were going to get tonight?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered with a smile.
“Well, now you’re not getting it. When you voluntarily show your tits like you are now you earn a privilege and that means your whipping tonight is cancelled. And I’ll tell you something else. You were the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen when you walked down that beach. And the reason I’m lying on my stomach right now is because I have to, if you know what I mean,” he laughed.
Eva laughed. “So everyone can see my big tits but not your big cock, is that it?”
“Exactly,” laughed Andre. “Honey, you did great. Tell me how it made you feel to do that.”
Eva lowered her voice to a whisper. “The worst was the first few seconds. I was dizzy from the fear. I just focused on the beer shack at the end of the beach and tried not to notice everything around me. I practically threw the money at the beer guy and hurried back. But the weird thing was I was less afraid walking back. And - oh my God, I can’t believe I’m saying this - it started to make me so horny. I was thinking about you watching me and getting excited. I felt like I was putting on a show for only you, and I just got so…so wet from doing it.”
“It’s your inner sexuality, Eva. It was always there but you tried to ignore it. Deep down, you want to be a little slut. And do you know what? You’re good at it. All we need to do is squeeze out the last of your inhibitions. So right now I want you to have an orgasm right in your chair,” Andre told her.
Eva knew that wouldn’t be legal. “What? How?” then she quickly added, “Sir.”
Andre gave her instructions, “Do it discreetly. Cross your legs and press your thighs together firmly. Vary the pressure on your clit. I want you to look at me while you do it. I want to see your orgasm in your face. Do it right now.”
“Yes, Sir,” Eva said with thin reluctance. She did as instructed and Andre saw very subtle contractions in her leg muscles, her chest heaved fast and shallow and her bare nipples swelled thick. After a minute she bit her lower lip just slightly and pressed her head back into the chair. Nobody noticed but Andre. “Thank you very, very much, Sir,” she moaned in a way that she knew would please him. Andre just smiled more.
They enjoyed a perfect day at the beach. He told her to get dressed and they packed up and walk a mile or so along the beach as the sun was setting. Andre wanted to make a stop at a cozy beach bar and have another drink or two before being driven back to the hotel. He found a palapa bar that was operated by an expat from Liverpool, England. Not surprisingly for a bartender, Russ was outgoing and friendly to his only two customers at that moment. They chatted with the usual tourist small talk for a while then Russ looked at Eva for a moment and said, “Didn’t I see you walking down the beach earlier today?”
Eva blushed. Andre jumped at the opportunity, “Not out front of here. We were down the way a mile or so. Was that where you were?”
Russ confirmed, “Right. I was at me mate’s place down the way and walkin’ up here to open the pub. I saw you walkin’ with a couple of beers. That was you, right?”
Eva couldn’t answer. This was perfect for Andre. “Yeah, that was her. Was she topless?”
“Yeah,” answered Russ.
“That was her. She went down to the beer shack and got us a couple of Sol’s. It was her first time being topless in public. She didn’t want to do it at first but she’s learning to be more submissive so I like to give her things to do that push her limits.”
Russ was eager to hear more. He knew it wasn’t going to be the typical banter he heard all the time. “So, what do you mean? Submissive and pushing her limits?” he asked.
Andre answered while Eva looked into her glass, “You know, it’s a sex thing really. She wants to be told what to do sexually and if she doesn’t do it the right way she likes to be disciplined with a spanking or belt or something. So walking on the beach was about pushing her to do something new. In the end, she loved it. Didn’t you, Honey.”
Eva nodded into her drink.
“What?” Andre prompted.
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
Andre winked at Russ who smiled back and was willing to play along with the conversation. “You’re a fuckin’ lucky man, Mate. I’ll tell you that. If my ex was anything like that I’d still be married and damn happy at that.” Andre beamed. Russ looked at Eva, “Is it really true, you fancy getting a spanking if you do something bad?”
Eva forced herself to answer. “Yes.”
Russ was thrilled. “Fuckin’ hell. And you say you even use a belt?”
Andre gave more details, all designed to bring full embarrassment to Eva. “The belt is just for routine discipline. When she needs to be punished I use a leather quirt and sometimes she gets it with a rattan cane.”
Russ interjected, “Oh, I hate that fuckin’ thing. They used that in our schools, you know. Six of the best and all that. Hurts like Hades and leaves a mark for days.”
“That’s the one,” said Andre. “She was going to get that tonight but she did such a good job on the beach that I decided to cancel it. She’ll get a thrashing of a different sort though.” He laughed.
Eva took another sip of her drink. She felt like chattel being discussed at a marketplace.
Andre continued, “She’s had quite a day today. But the truth is, having everyone look at her made her horny. She can’t wait to get home and get what’s coming to her. Isn’t that right, Eva? You loved having people look at you, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered quietly. It wasn’t enough for Andre.
“What were they looking at Eva? Tell Russ what they were looking at.” He winked at Russ.
Eva took a breath and looked directly at Andre, “They were looking at my big tits, Sir.”
Russ smiled a mile wide. “Glad you said it,” he laughed, glancing at her obvious cleavage.
“What else were they looking at, Eva? Tell Russ,” he ordered.
She swallowed. “They were looking at my big tits, cock-sucking mouth, slut cunt and fuckable ass, Sir!” she said with sudden confidence.
“Oh Fucking Hell!” roared Russ. “Drinks are on me!” he said, as he poured more for all th
ree of them. He turned to Andre, “Mate, you are the luckiest fuckin’ stiff to ever walk into this place. You mean to tell me the wife talks like that because you told her to, and if she doesn’t do it right she wants you to give her what for with the cane? Are you serious?”
“Tell him, Eva,” said Andre.
She took a gulp of her drink for a little fortification against her crushing embarrassment. “It’s true. I want to please my husband, and if I don’t please him I want to be corrected. It’s how I improve. It’s how I become a better wife.”
Russ clinked his glass against Eva’s then Andre’s. He looked at Eva, “You are hands-down the best wife to ever walk in here!” Then he looked at Andre, “And you’re the luckiest sod this side of the Atlantic!”
They all had a good laugh and a few more drinks before Andre and Eva went back to their hotel. It had been a breakthrough day for both of them. In the room they talked about the highlights of the day and how excited it made them. Instead of having another scorching session of D/s sex, Andre treated Eva with wonderful tenderness. They had slow, quiet sex in all of her new favorite positions including doggy, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Occasionally Eva would speed up her tempo, especially doing reverse cowgirl where she rub her clit on his shaft. But Andre would slow her down and kept them both languishing is easy, sensual screwing and delaying their climax.
It was a reward for them. It was a gift for doing the work of improving their sex lives and their marriage. It was reassurance they could do the dirtiest, nastiest sex they could imagine when they wanted to and they could slowly fuck in candlelight like the true lovers they were. The evening was glorious and after they made love they laid in bed and whispered to each other.
Andre told her how she had become more than he could have ever dreamed in just the months since they’d been married. Eva was delighted to hear him say it but Andre was surprised at what she answered back.