I close my eyes tightly and I know my teeth are bared. It's always like this when I masturbate. I like to keep it going for as long as I can, but I can feel I'm going to cum soon. I'm lying on the bed in my hotel room, my legs wide apart, sliding my fingers up and down my soaking sex, pushing my hips up, teasing myself with a quick rub of my clit. I still feel a little ashamed doing this, which is part of the reason it turns me on so much.
Now my breathing is ragged and I speed things up. I squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple; sharp fingernails in the soft flesh. I like the pain. It makes me feel bad. I'm close now. I know what I have to do to bring myself off and it's always the same: I think about a guy. Any guy will do; maybe someone I know, someone I've seen, or just someone straight out of my imagination.
But he has to have a big cock. That's always part of the fantasy. It has to be so big that I know it'll hurt me. I imagine him spreading my legs. I gasp when I see the size of it. I tell him I don't think I can take it, that I'll be too tight, but he sticks it in me anyway and really gives it to me, hard and deep. Sometimes it's rear entry. That can make it more arousing; make it more impersonal. Like some total stranger fucking me at a wild party.
I'm thinking about one of the hotel gym personal trainers. I saw him yesterday by the pool. I'm sure he noticed me, but he didn't say anything. Maybe he's not allowed. I was too shy to speak to him, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was really built. His muscles rippled as he moved. I watched him work out and was shocked to discover that I was soaking wet. I went back to my room to masturbate. I imagined he'd dragged me back there and had screwed me. I had a really quick, hard orgasm. Fuck, it felt good.
As my fingers rub faster, I think of him grabbing me, stripping me. He takes his clothes off and he's hard and huge. He's rough with me and doesn't waste time with foreplay. He just sticks it in. It hurts, but by that time I'm so wet I can take his full length. He grabs my breasts and has me grinding against him to get more. He slaps my ass, he pulls my hair and all the while he's pounding into me, giving me what I so badly need, the sweat streaming off both of us. Then he flips me over and sticks it in from behind. He's in real deep. I push my ass back to get more. I tighten myself so he grunts with pleasure, my breasts swaying as he slams into me.
That's it. I can't stop it now and I cum with such force it almost lifts me off the bed. I lie there panting, thinking about him, imagining him holding me and caressing me after he's taken me; after he's fucked me.
I have a quick shower and wash my hair to freshen myself up. I look at my body in the full length mirror as I put my bikini on. I know I've got the sort of body that men want. Wide hips and big breasts. I'm completely shaved and my lips poke out a little. I know men like to see that. I know that this bikini makes my breasts look sexy and that's why I'm wearing it. I leave the room and head down to the pool.
He's there, as I hoped he would be. I take my drink over to a lounger and watch him. He's oblivious to me, just as he was yesterday. I steal sly glances as he does crunches and press-ups. It's like he's displaying his body to me, making me want his cock. I can see he's starting to sweat. I can't imagine what he'd think if he knew what I'd been doing. How hard and fast I'd imagined him screwing me. The filthy words I'd used as I climaxed, imagining his cock deep inside me, telling him to be rough with me, telling him that he was the biggest I'd ever had and I loved every thick, rock hard inch of it.
And then I look down. I wasn't even aware I was doing it. With the middle finger of my right hand, I'm slowly and gently tracing a line up and down my vaginal lips, sometimes pushing against the bikini fabric to get an extra bit of stimulation. I feel myself blushing. It's as if I'm masturbating in public. No – there's no 'as if' about it. I am masturbating in public. But I don't want to stop. I feel humiliated and excited at the same time. I take a look around to see if there's anyone else here, but, like yesterday, it's just me and him.
I watch his back muscles flex as I continue to pleasure myself. I can feel my nipples hardening and my breasts beginning to swell. How I'd love to get my hands on that fit, muscular body. Drag my fingernails down his back as he penetrated me. Grab that firm, muscular ass. Savour that first brutal, deep thrust. Whisper the filthiest things to him. Watch his face as he felt how tight I was. Adjust my position to get it deeper. Raise my knees up to my breasts. Telling him that he doesn't need to be gentle; telling him that I don't like gentle.
