by Amber Heart
She felt no anger, only excitement as she watched. She wanted this for herself.
As Shelby watched her boyfriend throw the beautiful woman off of him, mount her, and pound her twat almost violently, she remembered some of her single friends, and the stories that they told her. She remembered being told about Ibiza.
Shelby quietly turned around, and left her boyfriend to finish with the woman. She saw his wallet on the way out the door, opened it, and took out one of his many credit cards. She drove to a coffee shop, and had the flight to Ibiza booked with his cards in a matter of minutes. Later, she returned when she knew he would not be there. She packed one suitcase with her most revealing clothing, which wasn't much, and headed to the airport.
Shelby chose to stay in a less expensive hotel off of the water – she couldn't shake the guilty feeling, and the thought of how much trouble she would be in when she got home. She didn't bother to unpack, instead she put on a dark, tight pair of jeans and a black halter top, and headed to a bar down the street.
This bar was not a place she would regularly find herself in. The wooden bar stools were lined with loud, bearded men. In the corner was a beautiful woman, scantily dressed, with a desperate looking man. She decided to watch them, and sat two tables away, within earshot.
She discovered that the woman was selling herself as a paid companion, to the man she was with. Shelby continued to listen as he explained to the woman what he expected from her, on a regular basis. She agreed to all of his terms, and he passed her a wad of money that looked to be about $300. He paid their bill, and the couple proceeded to leave, through the back entrance. The man had left his pack of cigarettes and lighter on the table, so Shelby picked them up and followed.
When Shelby opened the back door, however, she turned to the right and saw only the man, standing behind a dumpster. Shelby approached him, in the shadows, intending to return his cigarettes. She discovered that the woman was on her knees, pleasuring the man orally. Shelby listened as the woman choked on the man's dick, her muffled moans masked by the man repeatedly calling her a 'good girl'. The woman stood up, and Shelby retreated back into the shadows to watch. The man pushed the woman up against the dumpster and lifted her up in the air. He settled her legs on his shoulders and pushed himself into her. The woman seemed to enjoy herself somewhat, but Shelby could tell that she was waiting for it to finish. The man pumped into her for about four minutes, hard and fast, before letting out a loud groan. He tried to kiss the woman, but she resisted, turning her head away from him every time. The woman assured the man that she would see him next week. Shelby lit one of his cigarettes.
Shelby waited for the couple to leave, and turned to walk back into the bar, but was stopped when she bumped right into a tall, dark man. She looked up and recognized him as the same man who had fucked her in the airplane washroom. She felt herself start to turn red, but resisted her urge to run away, and instead moved her pelvis closer to his, staring deep into his eyes. He must have been watching as well, because his bulge was hard when she pushed against him.
The man reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a black, leather wallet. He pulled out a wad of American dollar bills, what looked like around $300. He handed it to Shelby. She smiled, and put it loosely in her purse.
Minutes later she found herself staring deep into the businessman's eyes as he pounded her sore pussy, over and over, against the same dumpster, her pants hanging loosely from her right ankle. He fucked her like this, slow, then fast, for about ten minutes. She was wailing with excitement, when he suddenly pulled himself out of her, put her gently down and leaned against the wall next to the dumpster. His hard cock was pointing straight out from his body, veiny with pleasure and shining from her squirt.
Shelby got down on her knees, too, and thought for only a second about what a dirty slut she was becoming, before she shoved her mouth onto the suited man's throbbing cock, and pushed it deep into her throat until she felt herself gag on his head. She loved the taste of him and her together, and sucked him off while he quietly and gently pushed on the back of her head. After a few minutes, he grabbed her hair, and pulled her up to look him in the eyes. He smiled, picked her completely up, and set her down on the pavement. The ground was covered in rough surface. She took her tight jeans completely off anyways, and spread herself wider than she ever had before in front of him. He pushed himself into her again. She let out a loud sigh of relief, and started to feel the jagged rocks and rough surface rub against her backside as he pumped his huge cock into her. He saw that she was in pain, but sensed that she enjoyed this kind of torture, so he pumped harder in a downwards motion, hard and deep into her. She reached her hands up and under his white dress shirt and felt his back muscles bulge with every push. She put her mouth to his ear and let out an agonized sigh before biting down, hard on his earlobe. He let out a quiet yelp, before exploding into her. She felt the power of his load pulsate deep into her cunt, and pushed herself even deeper onto him. He let out a final grunt, then stood up and started to do up his pants. Once dressed, and again looking amazing, he turned and walked away into the shadows, after giving one short look into her eyes.
Shelby laid on the cold, hard pavement, and looked in the dark for her pants. She saw that they had been tossed a few feet away, so she walked half naked over to them, and began to dress alone in the alleyway.
Shelby returned to her room looking like complete just-been-fucked shit. She had to hop into the shower, but she loved her new sexual freedom; the exciting encounters she had already had here, and she had not even been here for a day. She wanted more.
Shelby undressed, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long, white hair was tangled and dirty, especially where her dark lover had grabbed her, and there were tiny bits of debris stuck in it where she had laid her head on the hard ground. Then she ran her hands over her breasts. They were about a C cup size, and so perky. She had chosen not to have children ever in her life, simply because she had been blessed with these breasts and she wanted to keep them forever. Her shaved, once pink vagina was now reddish from being fucked so hard, and with such girth. She touched her clit with her right index finger, as her left hand caressed her right nipple. She tried to mimic the sounds to herself, that her lover had caused her to make. Her right finger moved along her clitoris, up and down, faster and faster, as she squeezed her nipple hard, and began to bounce her tit gently. She was always turned on when she saw herself in the mirror naked. She looked over to her purse, which she had casually thrown on the bathroom counter. Inside she saw the $300 that she had been given, and she felt empowered as she wondered if this is how the woman from the bar felt, every day. She looked beyond the money to see what looked like a small, black, shiny tube. She pulled it out, not knowing what it was – her new man must have put it in there when she was not looking.
At the end of the tube was a small dial, which she turned to the left. The tube began to vibrate. She touched it, and it felt cold. She smiled to herself as she brought it down to touch her clit. She touched it against herself gently at first, feeling the vibration move her clit so quickly from side to side. She licked her left thumb and continued fondling her breasts as she pushed the vibrator harder and harder onto her clit. Finally, she pushed the vibrator down towards her backside hard, so the tip was touching that spot that her lover had teased inside her on the airplane. It only took a minute before Shelby was squirting all over her new toy. She couldn't believe how wet she was, the forbidden smell that was coming from down there. She loved it but needed to wash herself clean.
After Shelby showered, she dried and straightened her hair, and applied dark makeup to her eyes. She left her room, and immediately bumped into a couple, who she remembered seeing entering a room down the hall earlier. The woman was shorter than her, with a tiny frame. She had long, mousy brown hair and not much makeup on. She looked plain, and tired. Shelby assumed they were married, and saw that the husband was looking at Shelby with a horny greed. He tried to hide
his hunger from his wife, but Shelby recognized it. She gave him a smile, turned around, and went back into her room. It wasn't twenty minutes later when she heard a quiet knock at her door. She knew it was him.
She opened the door to find the man staring her body down. She saw that he was bulging with excitement already. He began to talk, but she stopped him. She was not interested in hearing his bullshit line. She stood in front of him, and silently started to unbutton her blouse, exposing her full bra underneath. The man reached out, and gently rubbed his hands over her chest. He removed her shirt and bra, and dropped them to the floor. He bent over slightly, and brought her left breast into his mouth. He began to gently lick her nipples with his tongue, and looked up to meet her approving eyes. “Fuck me like your wife won't let you.”, she said, and he reached down with his hands and began to finger the hem of the jean skirt she had put on. His hands moved up in between her thighs, and one of them moved her panties to the side, exposing her vagina and that wonderful smell that she was growing to love. He moved his head down, and began to lick her cunt, gently, from near her anus up to her clit, over and over. She stood, trying to spread her legs wider and wider. After a few minutes, he pushed his entire tongue into her, and she started to crave the hard dick that she had seen bulging for her, earlier in the hallway. She grabbed his dark hair, and pulled him up to her, beginning to undo his pants for him. His penis was surprisingly much bigger than she had thought, and she wondered why his wife seemed so unhappy, being married to someone so endowed. Shelby told the cheating husband to lay on the bed – her vagina was still sore from being fucked before, and she had scrapes all over her back from the jagged rocks in the alleyway.
The man lay on her bed, prick ready. She raised one leg to get on top of him, and grabbed a handful of his chest hair. She took a good look at his face. He was not particularly good looking, an average kind of guy. He had a slight gut that she thought was from drinking too much beer while watching sports. She sat on his dick anyways. He gave a surprised kind of look as she allowed him to enter her, and raised his eyebrows higher and higher as he pushed herself deeper onto his cock. She sat with him deep inside of her, and began to grind slowly back and forth. He raised his hands up to fondle her breasts again, and she leaned forward to push her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipples while she moved up and down on his cock. The pressure on her clit and the size of his dick sent her exploding with orgasm, especially paired with the thought that his wife was likely showering or napping, only a few doors down. He didn't last long, but she didn't need him to. She only needed to feel him for a minute. After he came, she rolled off the bed, and moved towards the bathroom to dress. He began to talk from beyond the bathroom door – something about being discreet. She opened the door fully, and only said, “See you around, babe.”.
The cheating husband was gone when she opened the door again. She had decided to keep the same underwear on. She was becoming addicted to the smell of herself, and the feeling of her wetness gave her a feeling of insatiability. Just as she was about to open the door to enter the hallway, she reached down, underneath the fabric of her tight, gray yoga pants that she chose to wear. She pushed gently with her middle finger onto her clit. She moaned lowly to herself, and let out a quiet 'uh'. She pulled out her finger and licked herself off of it. She turned and walked into the bathroom, picked up the bullet vibrator from before, and tossed it into her purse. She noticed that she was out of condoms, and left to buy more at the corner shop.
The late evening was uneventful for Shelby, as was the next day that she spent peacefully laying on the beach, staring at the calm blue waters and enjoying the satisfaction she felt from the dull pain below. The next day, she ventured into Eivissa. She chose to wear jeans again, this pair stone washed, and ripped at the knee. She wore a basic black tank top, tight against her stomach and breasts. She wore a scarf, as the thought the weather may cool down later.
After a day of sightseeing and window shopping, she sat for a break at a small bistro. She started to think of her mysterious lover, and wondered if her promiscuity was because of him, or if it was just coincidental that she had run into him twice. She loved how they did not need to talk to one another. She thought about whether or not she knew him from another life – he seemed to know just how to touch her, when to be gentle, and when to be rough.
She leaned back, and closed her eyes. She began to think about whether or not she would see him again. She started to drift off, but one of the baristas startled her awake.
“Lo siento señorita, pero tienes un mensaje...”
She understood some spanish, but he spoke fast. He handed her a note, and she recognized the paper from days before on the airplane. She opened the note to read, Come to Veto....
After some research, Shelby learned that Veto was a popular club that locals often frequented. Shelby looked down at herself, then took a mirror out of her tote and started checking how her make up was looking. Perhaps this was her chance to actually talk to this man; find out who he was.
That evening, as Veto was becoming busy, Shelby slowly walked towards the door. She was anxious and worried about meeting this man now, for some reason. Perhaps because she never particularly enjoyed crowds, or night clubs. The door man saw Shelby approach, and locked his eyes on her breasts before moving his eyes down, and then up again. She was about 3 feet from the door, when her mysterious lover moved in front of her, stopping her by the shoulder with both of his hands.
“Come with me.”, her lover said. He took her by the hand, and led her down the street about one hundred meters to a black Bentley. Another suited man stood on the street to the passenger side of the car, holding the back door open.
The car ride was silent, but Shelby and the man could not stop staring at one another. They drove for about thirty minutes. She did not know at all where she was going, but trusted him for some reason. He took her to a large villa on the beach. She sensed that she was on the opposite end of the island now, but took his hand with full submission as she stepped out of the car after him. He took out a gleaming key chain, and opened the door without a fumble.
Shelby heard a low mumble coming from up the stairs. She had never heard anything like this noise, but she was not scared. She felt intrigued. The man smiled at her, and said, “How is your back?”. “Fine,”, she replied “I like the pain.”. The man nodded. He knew.
“Come with me.”, the man said. They started upstairs, towards the noise, and stood in a wide hallway with skylights lining the length of the ceiling. He led her left, and the low noise gradually became louder, clearer. They walked slowly, hand in hand, toward the door at the end of the hall. He looked for her approval as he reached for the door knob, and she nodded back at him. He opened the door to reveal a room painted black, with only one piece of furniture inside – a bed.
She realized that this mysterious and surprising lover she had found must have been extremely wealthy, because this was the largest bed she had ever seen. It took up most of the huge room, the top made up of several mattresses with plush, soft zipper covers, colored in black and white. Atop of the mattresses was a covering of blankets and body pillows, but this was not the surprising part. The noise she had been hearing was that of six other people on the bed - three men and three women - all making love. Between the three couples was a collection of erotic toys scattered around.
One woman was laying flat on her back, both hands pinching her nipples, as a man slowly pushed a thick, purple dildo into her, and then slowly pulled it out. The man turned his head to look at Shelby as she stared. She did not look away as her lover closed the door behind her. The other two couples were playing together. One woman was on all fours, sucking her partner's hard penis and choking on his length. The second man was on his stomach, licking her pussy from clit to hole, over and over, while his partner fucked him slowly in an upside down reverse cowgirl. The six of them were panting, groaning, and screaming with pleasure. Shelby looked to the corner of the room and
saw that she was mistaken – there was another item in this room after all. Shelby knew this was a sex swing, because one of her girlfriend's had told her about it when she was younger. The man undressed her completely, again without speaking, and led her to the swing. He picked her up, and set her down into the swing, face up. Her ass was being supported by the swing while he took her legs, one at a time, and placed them into the elastic stirrups. She was completely naked, and spread open wide for the businessman to enter her. He took down his pants, and she thought to herself how glad she was to have come here.
Shelby thought, “Maybe I should stay in Ibiza.”. She looked into the eyes of her new lover. She saw beyond his exterior, to the dominance and deviance within, and smiled as she remembered that she had purchased a one way ticket...
Perra In Ibiza: Part II
Billionaire BDSM Alpha Group Erotica
By Amber Heart
Perra In Ibiza
Part II
Shelby took her time getting up, after finding herself laying on her side, breathing in the humid scent of grass and garbage. Her left arm was extended straight, her left bicep underneath her ear, forcing her face downward into the ground. Her right elbow was bent, and the fingers on her right hand grazed her wallet, which had been opened and emptied. She was barefoot, and without panties. The only thing covering the fresh bruises and lashes on her body was a cream colored cardigan that she later recognized as an item of clothing that she did not own. Her eyelids fluttered, struggling to open despite the smeared and dried mascara holding them down.