Mike led the girl, gagged, blindfolded and hands cuffed behind her back down the deserted beach. It was dawn and the sun was rising to the east and cast long shadows towards the water. He stroked her naked breasts lovingly, causing her to shiver with delight as his fingertips passed over her erect nipples. Giving them a sharp tweak, he maneuvered her around the rocks and into the shallows of the cool ocean.BackIn a few minutes they were standing in a small secluded area, surrounded by large rocks, the sea and a huge, towering cliff. It was almost impossible to be seen, unless one was to look way over the edge of the cliff. The risk of falling was generally too high for anyone stupid enough to do so.
Firmly pushing her down to the ground, Mike stepped back and gazed at the girl. She was young, only nineteen, and had long blond hair falling down her back. Her breasts were large for her age; though they only sagged slightly, and her rounded, curvaceous hips and full stomach complemented her completely.
Mike set his bag down onto the sand next to her as he knelt down and yanked off her skirt. With a grin, he rolled her onto her side and unlocked one of the handcuffs. The girl raised her arms above her head, and Mike fastened the cuff back onto her wrist. She was now ready.
He leant over her and began to lick and suck at her left breast, massaging the other with his hand. When she began to moan in appreciation, Mike bit down hard on her nipple, earning a gasp from his captor. He sat up and circled it with his finger, while pulling out two sets of rope from the bag.
Carefully he tied each ankle with both ropes, then pushed her legs up so they were bent at the knees and her feet were standing right up against her ass. He secured her legs together tightly, making movement difficult. Now her limbs would naturally fall apart, and Mike stroked his finger up and down her waiting sex.
“So wet,” he murmured as he pushed two fingers into her and wriggling them around. The girl moaned through her gag, arching her hips upwards trying to obtain more penetration. Mike refused and withdrew his fingers, putting them to his mouth and licking off her juices.
“Mmmm, you taste good too.” He penetrated her with his tongue, slurping the liquid, but stopped after a few seconds. He squeezed her mound roughly and gave it a quick slap. “You can’t cum yet.” The girl groaned.
Reaching into the bag, Mike produced a leather riding crop, which he’d acquired from Davy. It was a most useful instrument, and he’d enjoyed playing with it before. He ran it down her body, before giving the girl two slaps on each breast. A muffled squeal came from behind the gag, and Mike smiled.
THWACK. He hit her again. THWACK. And again. This time it was he who squirmed. His pants were straining against his crotch, and he gave it a quick squeeze as he listened to her cry out.
She now had several red marks across her breasts and stomach. Staring at his handiwork, Mike undid his pants and released his throbbing cock with a moan. He stroked it a few times as he kissed the girls body, relieving the hotness from the blows.
He then began to massage her clit with the riding crop. Round and round it went, and the girl moaned, tossing her head from side to side. Mike moved so he could watch her muscles contract.
THWACK. The crop struck her most sensitive areas and she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. THWACK. Her hips jerked, and she whimpered loudly. THWACK. She groaned.
Pre-cum was oozing from Mike’s erection. Moving forward he rubbed the head all over her stinging vagina, and the girl again arched her hips, wordlessly asking for penetration. This time he obliged her.
He rammed hard into her, letting out a loud moan of satisfaction. Leaning over her body, he assaulted her breasts with his mouth as he began to pound her.
Grunting and groaning, Mike’s thrusts became faster and harder; and more urgent. The girl was now quiet, and her body was almost like a ragdoll. With a last powerful thrust, Mike orgasmed loudly with a cry, burying himself deep inside her.
Thirty minutes later, the girl woke up. She squinted as her eyes were not used to the light. Sitting up, she looked around. She was alone, and wearing a shirt and skirt. She noticed a message scrawled in the sand.
“Thanks for everything, Linda. I’ll call you. Love, Mike.”