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 First, the inevitable disclaimer:

   This is a work of fiction and fantasy.  No people, pets, or pink fluffy
bunnies were harmed in it's creation.  The writer will not be held
responsible.  Period.  :P I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i
enjoyed writing it.

   Story codes : Public, Spanking, (mild) Humiliation, Water Sports.

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   Breakfast had passed comfortably, though we both couldn't resist teasing
the other during, feeding each other tidbits as we spoke and laughed with
each other, whatever akwardness was left fading quickly.

   Taking the liberty to go through the bag she'd brought, i set various
things aside, picking an outfit for her; simply a shirt and shin-length
skirt i thought comfortable enough, grinning faintly up to her as i tucked
the underwear she'd packed back into the bag.  I also packed a bathing suit
Nicky had picked for her...  And alterred some.  She blushed deeply as she
realised my intentions but didn't protest, putting the clothes i selected
on as i dressed myself, allowing her some time to do her hair and those
things ladies need to do while i sorted our things and went down to the
desk to arrange things for the day.

   I heard her approach before i saw her, the faint jingle of the bell
catching not only mine, but other people's attention as well as she exited
the elevator and walked through the lobby, over to me, a deep, embarassed
blush on her face- and a glimmer of mischief in her eyes that told me she
didn't mind the embarassment one bit.  Shifting the shopping bag i'd
brought to one hand, i took her hand in the other and began to lead her
outside, chuckling faintly as her hand clenched a little while we exited
the hotel; she never let go of it until we were in the car.  I'd done some
research not to be completely lost for directions, and drove us to the
nearest public pool; a quiet ride over, made more enjoyable when she leaned
her side against me somewhat, half-napping and thus fortunately missing out
on the wrong turns and routes i took.  Once out of the car i slipped an arm
around her waist and drew her gently into me as we went - though had to let
her go again for us to change into our respective swimming clothes. 
Showerring before enterring compulsory - so i waited for her, and didn't
have to wait long, hearing her coming by the bell at her throat again.

   Nicky'd chosen well - the deep-blue bathing suit looked gorgeous on her.
Modestly cut, before nicky got her hands on it - she'd cut it apart.  it
now consisted of a back and a front, kept together by long crosslaces up
both sides, leaving a two-inch strip of skin bare from her armpits to the
leg holes - more where she'd cut deeply into the waist of the suit,
exposing most of her slim waist and abdomen, drawing attention to it by
leaving a two-inch strip to connect the top and bottom part.  She giggled
and blushed deeply as i lifted a hand and made a spinning motion, and all
but danced to turn around for me, under the shower opposite me she'd chosen
- showing the back of the suit cut down dangerously close to her rump;
she'd have to be careful not to bend too much as i could already nearly see
a good portion of 'butt cleavage' by just looking down.  All in all, the
suit on her made me want to molest her on the spot - i had different plans,
though...  I stepped in behind her and kissed her cheek, holding her back
to me by her hips, taking the moment my mouth was near her ear to whisper a
soft 'verry slutty' - chuckling at her gasp and watching the blush reach
the back of her neck as she and i began to walk into the pool area; People
turned to watch as the bell jingled faintly with each of her moves, causing
an unexpected sound.  Eyes travelled up and down her as we went, not
helping in subdueing that blush.  Me, i was glad the showers had her suit
wet already.  I could hear her whimper faintly as i showed her off,
especially as i drew her back against me for a moment to tell her how good
she looked, showing herself off like that - her hips swayed slightly in my
hands as we walked into one of the shallower pools, and i suspected
strongly she was walking the way she was to run her thighs together, and
what laid between.

   Sitting in the shallow pool, the water reached no further than my upper
chest - hers were out of the water completely as i drew her back in my lap,
enjoying the feeling of her warmth against me as we both sat in the
sunlight that streamed in throught he large windows.  I wrapped an arm
around her and nuzzled against her slightly, brushing her hair to one side
so i could whisper into her ear, making us look for all the world like what
we were; a couple of young people, verry much in love - though i suspect
not a lot of people who saw us that way would've expected our particular
dialogue - or, more, a monologue, as Jaye couldn't easilly answer, confined
to nods, shakes, and soft whimpers when she couldn't hold them in, her hips
shifting subtly against me as i stroked her waist and arms.

   "Are you still enjoying yourself, Whore?" - a small nod.  "You know, at
any time, we can get up and leave, if things become too uncomfortable to
you." another nod, and a faint gasp as i took her hips in my hands and sat
her down more firmly, making her taut-lycra coverred rear brush against my
- by now, rock hard- cock.  "You make an absolutely gorgeous sight, Jaye."
- i felt her squirm slightly as i traced my fingertips across her sides,
feeling her skin where the suit was cut.  "Did you see the looks on their
faces?  She groaned softly, leaning into me somewhat, a sound i took to
mean an affirmative - her hips shifting nervously as i kissed her neck, so
not used to public affection- atleast not the kind i was showing her.  "How
many of them did you catch, Jaye?  How many of them did you catch looking
at your breasts?  how many of them let their eyes wander across you?" I had
been paying attention, and so i told her, my words slowly but surely
turning her into a whimperring mess - particularly where i was able to
point them out with my words, some of them still stealing glances,
pretending not to.  "The bald-shaven guy in the blue trunks turned
especially to look at your ass when we walked by- i caught him doing so in
the reflection of a window.  And i'm willing to bet that lifeguard
overthere's spending more thought to how you look naked than he is paying
attention to our safety..." I didn't know wether she was conciously
writhing against me or not, but she was - it just spurred me on to keep
talking, and tell her more.  About the men, the boys, the women and girls,
from the father who had subtly adjusted his crotch after a long hard look
when his wife had been occupied with their whining toddler, the teenagers
who were still sitting where they caught us walking in, still casting
'subtle' looks in our - her - direction, nudging eachother and, by the
expressions on their faces, doubtlessly sharing the inexperienced fantasies
their buding libido's presented them, to the girl who i had -heard- groan
as she caugth a look at Jaye's rear from close behind me, and who was even
now casting jealous looks at me, and longing ones at my by now panting toy
when she thought she could do so unnoticed.

   Jaye was red, still, a somewhat slack look on her face, nibbling her
lower lip as she let her hips shift slightly but ceaselessly against my
cock, her head leaned somewhat back into me - from the corner of my eye i
could see how hers were half-closed, as i ran my fingers across her outter
thighs under the cover of the water, sometimes teasing her with a short
trip over her inner thighs, outwards, when i could do so unnoticed.  She
stifled whenever i did this, and shifted her hips towards my hands, soft
groans building in her throat as i continued to speak about the people that
had been watching her, telling her what i had noticed, about their looks -
some had been subtle, other had been obvious.  I told them all i'd noticed
as i felt her shift more and more into my hand, until finally i decided
enough to be enough; i wanted to continue this, but we would have to have
cover.  The cover of the jacuzi's seemed adequate, and i began her towards
them, through the water; the round jacuzi's were set halfway into the
shallow pool, so that we could simply step over a low wall and avoid people
seeing my hardon.  Once we were in it, i pulled her back into my lap - of
course, with people sitting to our left and right, i had to stop talking,
but with the bubbles renderring the surface opaque, i could let my hands
speak for me, caressing her body while she blushed and tried not to writhe.
Again, i felt her subtly shift into my hand as i stroked it up the inside
of one of her thighs.  this time, i could finish the movmement, and cup her
sex through the thin lycra of her bathing suit, knowing nicky had taken the
innerlining out for just such an occasion; it had likely been one of the
reasons why so many people had `looked; once wet, the lycra had clung with
startling intimacy to her sex and outlined it in a way that left little to
the imagination.  Now, i could feel her pussy, hot against my fingers,
warmer than she in the surrounding water- i knew she was turned on, and the
way her breath started to catch when i fondled her, stroking the lycra
aside - she stifled as i gently spread her labia, then traced the insides
of her sex with my fingertips, her breath speeding up as i let one of my
fingers find her clit, while teasing at her entrance with the other,
finally letting both penetrate her tight, hot, and more than ready sex, the
shafts of my fingers running against her clit as i began working them both
in and out.  She was helpless, defenceless atop me; she couldn't even make
a sound, or people would notice what i was doing to her.  Unless she wanted
to make a rapist of me, she couldn't so much as òbject to my treatment, my
fingers teasingly moving, bending and flexing deep inside her, the tip of
one running against the slightly rougher spot that indicated her g-spot.`
All she could do was close her eyes and lean back, looking as relaxed as
possible, and hope her blush would be attributed to the hot water of the
jacuzzi, while keeping the movement of her hips to a minimum, her arms
resting in her lap- i knew that, possibly more than my teasing and
fingerring her, would be infuriating, her inabillity to react or respond as
i manipulated her, kissing at her neck while all i had to do was flex and
twist my fingers to drive her mad.  Of course, the knowledge turned me on
as well - and i did something i had in mind even when i packed my bags back
in the netherlands; the reason i packed these particular swimming trunks
was they had a subtle fold, behind wich a zipper.  I reached down with my
free hand, and undid the zipper, though i wouldn't be able to
inconspicuously free myself from the swimwear.  I took a small risk; one
worth the reward, though, by leaning into her and, while pressing soft
kisses to her neck, whisperring "reach under you.  You'll be able to take
out my cock." She groaned, but i shifted back before she had a chance to
reply, as i withdrew my fingers out of her and caressed them upwards, to
where her swollen clit had peeked out from umder it's hood, far enough to
let me place my fingertips around it.  A slight pinch caused her to suck in
a hissing breath, and she whimperred, softly, just hard enough for me to
hear- a highly horny, highly embarassed noise that escaped her beyond her
will.  She couldn't refuse, however; she couldn't even say a word, or push
me away, and i doubted she would've wanted; despite her embarassment, i
soon felt her move, slowly, subtly, slipping a hand over mine between her
legs, then between mine to spread my fly with her fingers.  I felt her wrap
them around my near-painfully hard cock, cooler somewhat as the ambient
water, wich in turn was cooler than the her hot slit as i shifted my hips
and sat her somewhat more upright.  I felt her breath catch as i wrapped my
arms around her waist and pulled her into me somewhat, maneuvering her and
myself into a better angle; my cock brushed apart the tight lips of her sex
as`, by rocking her somewhat, i managed to angle the head of my cock in the
right position and penetrate her, her legs tightening against and around
mine as i felt her tight muscle wrap around my crown; from here, it was a
matter of rocking our hips gently to push myself deeper and deeper inside
her; for me, the hardest part of not letting on was staying visibly as
motionless as i could as i felt her sink further and further down, knowing
how much harder it must have been for her; not only did she have to stay
quiet while enduring the pleasure of my cock pushing further and further
up, but she also had to hide all the little signs of arrousal; her perked
lips were easilly disguised by her wrappign her arms over herself, but as i
went deeper, that was the least of her concern - i could feel her breath
begin to speed up more, and hear slight whimpers coming from her throat as
i moved my legs to ride her, slightly up and down, my precum easing my
passage into her already slick, incredibly tight core as my hands on her
stomach felt her muscles roll and tighten, felt how she fought back the
urge to moan- usually, she could have let go of herself.  This time,
however, she would have to keep her wits about her; she would have to stay
fully aware of what she did, so as not to cause suspicion in the other
bathers.  Already, we were getting mild oddstruck looks from some of the
more attentative ones, and once i felt myself pushed fully into her, i let
up - just enjoying the feeling of beeing one with her, beeing deep inside
her, her sex contracting around my throbbing hard cock, allowing her some
time to catch her breath.  Her breath calmed as, outwardly, she managed to
calm down somewhat.  Then, i could see the bubbles recede.  Starting at the
other side of the circular pool and expanding, a clear patch of water
showed through where the bubbles stopped churning it.  Soon enough they
would reach us, and we would be found out.  i felt by her stiffening that
she noticed too, but knew she could do nothing to stop me; a thought struck
up, and i lifted her knees, closing her legs between mine while drawing the
front part of the crotch of her suit back in place.  Just in time, i could
lay my hands in her lap fairly innoculously, keeping her modesty in tact as
the water cleared around us.  She stiffened further, and i knew what she
was thinking; how everybody there would be able to see what was going on,
and besides the fact of noticing how we were fucking in that pool, besides
the slut they'd think her to be, they'd be able to see my cock and her sex
where the crotch of her suit was held aside by my hardon.  I leaned in, and
managed to get her ear to my lips, nuzzling it softly as i whisperred,
hoping my words would soothe her.  "Don't worry.  They can't see.  All they
can see is you sitting bolt upright in my lap for some reasons.  Maybe,
with my hands in your lap, they'll have some suspicions; but if anything,
they'll think i've been feeling you up, rather than riding you onto my
cock." i could feel her sex tighten around me as she fought back a whimper,
but she managed to calm somewhat, atleast outwardly.  She tightened more,
her sex almost pulling me further into her as i continued to whisper.  "...
But would you really mind, Whore ?  Would you really mind them seeing how
we are joined?" She held her breath not to moan as i shifted slowly under
her, stirring my cock inside her, only turned on more by the danger and
inherent taboo of what we were doing.  "Would you really mind showing your
cunt to that boy opposite you ?  He looks about your age.  Do you really
think he'd mind seeing you spread your legs and lean back, running your
hand over your slit to spread yourself further, to show him how deep i am
inside you while you rub your clit for him?  If i were him, i'd be
jealous...  And so incredibly turned on, i'd seriously consider joining
in." I knew my words were turning her on by the way her sex gripped at me
harder and faster, her blush deepening to where she had to hide her face in
her hands - still keeping her arms in front of her breasts so as not to
show her nipples, wich must have been rock hard by now - and by how her
hips twitched against me.  I wonderred if i could- and decided to try- just
talk her to orgasm.  "That's right.  No worries.  I'm in control, and i'm
keeping you safe.  But imagine what it would be like for everyone in this
pool to see us fucking.  Think about how it would feel to ride up and down
on my cock as you spread your legs and display yourself.  Maybe they would
join in.  I bet you wouldn't mind, my sweet little whore...  think about
it. Their eyes and hands roaming over every part of you.  Maybe the boy
would stand over you and have you suck his cock while you bounce on mine...
Are you having fun, Whore ?" she was beginning to become erratic, still
trying to be inconspicuous but now shifting herself on my cock, rooting it
inside her again and again; i had no complaints, i was in hog heaven, and
decided to take things to their natural conclusion as she nodded her head
slightly, her sex now all but spasming against my shaft as she rode it as
best as the conditions would allow.  "Do you think you can cum for me,
Whore?" she paused a moment - well, her hips did as her sex grippped my
cock almost painfully tight - i knew she would nod before she did, running
my hands across her hips.  She took a deep, quiverring breath and managed
to relax somewhat, then began shifting her hips again - once more, i felt
her sex grip and suck at me as she fucked me to the best of her options,
closing her eyes and leaning back into me, giving up to abandon. 
Certainly, she was straining herself not to show it too much, outwardly,
but i could feel her little movements becoming more and more uncontrolled,
her breath speeding as much as she dared to let it.  "That's right.  Cum
for me, Whore.  Cum for me, right here, in the middle of this pool, with
all these strangers around you." I thought, at first, i'd went too far when
she went rigid and stopped moving - but, after a few seconds, she let out
the cutest little squeek and convulsed, the movement causing people to look
sharply at us as she swooned and rocked through a silent orgasm that seemed
to last and last -it possibly a dozen seconds for her to relax and,
breathing deeply but slowly in that way that showed me what she -really-
wanted to do was pant for breath, lean back against once more; spent. 
Fortunately, across the bath, i could see the bubbles beginning to churn
the water again.  I also knew there was no way i could get off with her,
then and there- then again, i had other plans.  I enjoyed her closeness for
several seconds more when the bubbles reached us and then, under the cover
of the now-churning water, shifted her in my lap and allowed my cock to
slide out of her, putting her suit and mine back the way they were before
we'd clamberred into the jacuzzi.

   She sat in my lap, content with my arms around her, lazy and somewhat
wasted for the next while.  The remainder of the afternoon wasn't exactly
eventfull; more smalltalk, some playing around, and a lot of happy
cuddling. Of course, i couldn't resist the temptation of teasing her again
now and then, but neiter one of us seemed to feel energetic enough at that
time to let it become something serious - we simply enjoyed spending time
together, making one another laugh and smile, talking and, in general,
acting in that stereotype way that teenagers all over the world have.

   We must've made an adorable couple, when we finally left the pool; she
leaning into me, one of my arms wrapped around her waist as we walked to
the car, the bell at her throat the only 'off' thing, the only reminder to
what had happened.  I'm sure i saw a couple of the older people smiling at
us, but i was too engrossed in her to even notice.  Once in the car, we
headed back to the hotel.  Once inside our room, she went to take a shower,
and i went to make some phone calls; i had plans in mind, and needed to
ensure they could be executed.  Ten minutes' talking to a travelling agent,
and twenty minutes' talking to nicky had me sorted out, and by the time i
felt rather like taking a shower; more so because i felt Jaye deserved
something for her behavior so far.  Shedding my clothes, i walked into the
shower, and could only grin and watch what i found.

   Oblivious to me, so far, she had her back towards me, leaning against
the far wall of the shower with one hand as she maturbated- the water
running down her, matting her hair against her gorgeous form as i watched
her; her body pushed off the wall somewhat, her rump sticking towards me,
her fingers running insistantly against her engorged, somewhat-reddened
labia and clit, teasing between to tickle at her entrance -i could see
every detail, as her fingers spread her sex somewhat, and my cock lurched
in my pants at what i saw.  I was quick to disrobe, managing to do so
silently, causing a startled yelp as i stepped into the cubicle behind her,
laying my hand on one of her offerred rumpcheeks.  "Hmm...  So my sweet
little whore didn't think to say she hasn't had enough?" i made my
accosting tone a laughing one, and chuckled at her startled expression when
she looked back at me over a shoulder- i could see a playful slyness in her
eyes as she adjusted, and shifted herself back towards me, archign her rear
into my hands as i cupped and squeezed her tight flesh.  "Master, i'm
sorry" she breathed out as i changed my grip and wrapped my arms around
her, cupping each of her breasts in each of my hands, mutterring a "You
will be...  " in her ear as i sharply twisted the two hardened nubs
outwards, causing another moaned yelp, her hands instinctually moving to
mine - the movement cut short by a hard pinch and another twist of her
nipples, as i grumbled a "Stop." in her ear.  She stopped - moaning as i
let go of her nipples, only to twist them again, pulling her towards the
wall by them until she leaned against it with her arms and the side of her
face.  "You could've known better.  You could've come to me and told me you
wanted more, like a good little whore.  Instead you decided to leave me out
of it" - my tone, still accosting, i made certain not to sound too angry;
after all, i wasn't, and i didn't want her to think i was.  "Naughty, bad
little Whore.  I think you deserve to be punnished.  Wouldn't you agree?"
She groaned as i twisted her nipples again, then released them to fondle
and squeeze her breasts in my hands.  "Y-Yes Master!" she whimperred,
arching against me as i stepped further into the cubicle, my hard cock
brushing against the cleft of her rear.  "I'm a bad Whore, Master, please
punish your littles slut..." her voice trailed off as i shifted one hand to
cup her sex, pulling her rear towards me, while keeping her against the
cool, wet tile with my other.  "I think you need to be put in your place,
precious...  " i didn't give her time to answer; when she opened her mouth
to do so, her words were drowned in a yelp as my hand hit her hard ass, a
wet -slap- sounding through the room; and again, and again, the second and
third lash of my hand hitting her, leaving red palmprints on her taut skin.
Her knees buckled somewhat as i continued to spank her, turning off the
shower with my free hand, exposing her to the cool air as a contrast to the
burning of her rear, my palmprints and fingerprints overlapping eachother
as i laid a pattern of tingling pain down, feeling my cock jerk at the
sight of her reddening ass; i wasn't done with her yet, though.  She was a
moaning, whimperring, and begging mass as i reached into her hair and to
her hip and guided her down to her knees, stepping out of the cubicle to
make room for her, then running my hands over her oversensitive skin,
caressing, teasing her with her own oversensitivity.  "hmm...  your little
ass looks so pretty, all red and sore...  But i'm not done yet.  spread
your legs and lift that fine little rear." she whimperred, and did as i
said, anticipating what i was going to do next; her voice somewhat higher
pitched and begging, almost a whine as i ran my fingertips over her labia.
"Oh, please, Master, spank this little Whore's pussy, she's been such a
naughty little slut...  " How could i refuse?  I cupped my hand and
swatted, starting out - relatively - gentle, the sound a lot softer than it
had been when i was tinging her rump with red.  She yelped, and rocked,
pushing her ass and sex up, offerring me a better angle, wich i took use of
- two more, quick strikes, each a little harder than the previous, landed
against the wet, blushing, and so wantonly offerred labia, each hit causing
her to buck and rock forwards, away from my hand, with a yelp- but each
time she relaxed and offerred herself back to me, an offer i kept taking
her up on - harder and harder, i made sure not a millimeter of her sex went
uncoverred, marveling in the sight of her writhing body, loving every
sound, the wet, short SNAP of my hand against her skin, the incessant
whimper her voice had turned into as she became unintelligable; i picked up
the pace, causing her whimper to grow in volume and pitch, and rumbled
"Don't just sit there, you little slut - help me out a little.  I want to
see you twisting and groping your breasts." She complied without answer;
then again, my slapping hand had her beyond answerring.  Her hands went to
her chest and i felt, more than saw, how she twisted and pulled at her
nipples, in the way the sway of her body changed, and became somewhat
insistant; i knew i had her close to another orgasm.  "So, my little whore
wants to come, does she ?  I won't have it, Whore.  Not yet." she whined
loudly as i continued to lay blow after blow to her sex, picking up the
pace, feeling my fingertips clip her swollen clit with each cupping blow.
"Please, oh please master, please let this whore cum!" she shouted out the
words at such volume that i was, for a second, actually worried about
beeing overheard; but the message over her word, along with the sight of
the begging, writhing, gorgeous young woman in front of me shifted aside my
care for social propriety.  I did, however, stop slapping her - reaching to
hook a finger into her collar, setting her upright.  "Turn around, Whore.
On Display." She did as i told her - sitting up on her knees, reaching
behind her back, her chest thrust out as each of her hands gripped her
opposite elbow.  I looked her over for several seconds, letting the tension
mount, then nodded.  "Good.  Verry good.  So you want to masturbate, do you
?" she blushed deeply, and nodded.  "So, masturbate.  This time, i can
-see- you." -she blushed deeper, biting at her lower lip as she brought a
hand forwards and began to stroke herself, her hand circling as she rubbed
around her clit, wich was doubtlessly more sensitive than ever due to the
beating it had gotten.  "No cumming, thoug." she whimperred, her movements
slowing as she looked up to me, pleadingly.  "I'm going to mark you first,
Whore..." She knew what i meant, and i saw her cheeks flush - but i also
saw her hips jerk, and heard the slightly sharper-than-now-normal gasp. 
"That's right.  Just stay there.  Lean back on your free hand." She groaned
as she did as i commanded; her hips thrust forward as she leant back on her
hand, making a deliciously horny show of herself as i stepped closer,
angling my cock down to her.  "Where do you want me to start, Whore?" It
took her a few seconds to answer- then she did, moaning rather than
speaking the words.  "My breasts, Master.  Please mark this whore's breasts
first...  " And so i did.  I groaned as i tensed, then relaxed my stomach
and bladder, releasing it's content, ringing my fingers around my cock to
pace the flow of my urine as it arced from the tip of my cock and
spatterred against her, the arc breaking up against her breasts and flowing
across her, small spatters of darker liquid pearling amongst those that had
remained from the shower, above her breasts, as her breasts, chest, and
stomach flooded with the torrent, the golden flow breaking up into
streamers that ran across her sex and inner thighs, tainting the water that
remained on the floor of the cubicle - a most satisfying sight, as she
continued to masturbate herself as i told her, the feeling of it running
over her skin causing her to jerk in slight disbelief, mixing with that
heavy, naughty gut-feeling of breaking taboo- the combination of that and
the pleasuring pain of her by now rapid masturbation, her fingers slipping
inside her to work in and out, causing her mouth to gape somewhat, her head
leaning back so she could look into my eyes with a pleading, wanting,
wanton glimmer in her gorgeous green-brown eyes.  "hmm, your mouth's
open... Do you want to drink it, Whore ?  Do you want me to" - i used the
term with slight trepidation, not wanting to break her mood now that she
was so close, so lost to her feelings - such a gorgeous, perfect sight-
"piss in your mouth?" For the second time that day, i was slightly worried
as she blinked at me - and for the second time that day, i felt relief at
not having gone too far, atleast not -too- far, as she emitted a deep,
almost guttural groan and nodded, parting her jaws somewhat further - i
stepped in, hoping my eyes would convey that message of "i'll stop any time
you want, Jaye" even as i reangled the still-going torrent of urine,
arching it up over her throat and chin - she almost closed her mouth as it
began to flood her tongue, but persevered, and pushed her face towards me
some as i cupped her head in my hand and caressed her hair, feeling her
lips close on my flowing cocktip, the feeling of that alone enough to make
my spine tingle; she then swallowed, her tongue moving against my cock as
she took it in deeper, frowning a little - but i could hear her fingers
move faster against herself as she quickly gulped down two, three, four
mouthfulls of my urine, and moaned as the last of it hit her chest as i
stepped back.  "Good girl.  VERRY good.  I'm -verry- proud of you, Whore...
You get a reward.  Stand up.  Come here." - i sat down on the mat in the
middle of the room, crossing my legs, taking her hand and pulling her into
my lap.  She sat down eagerly, reaching below her herself to guide my cock
to her sex - i groaned as she impaled herself with a speed and fierceness
that i, to be honest, hadn't entirely expected.  I adjusted, though, and
wrapped my arms around her, pulling her wet body agaisnt mine and kissing
her deeply, tasting my own urine on her tongue, feeling her spread it
againt my chest as she began to, quite litterally, bounce.  This was her
reward.  I wasn't going to stop her, or even adjust her.  I only broke the
kiss once, and only long enough to grin and say "NOW you can cum, Jaye...
Cum as hard and as much as you like." I knew i wouldn't last much longer,
particularly not when she went wild on me - then again, i'd brought it on
myself, and wouldn't have wanted to change it for the world - from the
feeling of her fingers clawing at my back, her mouth sucking and sometimes
even biting at my tongue as she all but jumped up and down and against me,
to the feeling of the hard tile i was beeing jolted against each time she
brought herself down...  I loved every second of it.

   In fact, i came when she did, unable to hold back, my moans as loud as
hers as she rocked herself to orgasm on me, my movements as eratic, as
wanton as hers - i could see faint tooth marks in the skin of her shoulder
and neck, and had no idea where they came from, at that time, just like i'd
later blush at the red welts my fingernails left over her back as we... 
rutted and used eachother; she gave herself to me, even in that
uncontrolled moment, and threw her head back, almost shrieking out as her
orgasm flooded over her, her wet arousal flowing over my cock and sack,
causing me to return in kind - i wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled
her close, tight, holding her - posessively, longingly, protectively - as
my cock jolted once, and then surged, my own orgasm blinding me to anything
in the world but her, hot semen surging into her in short, hard bursts as i
kept her down against me, losing myself in her as much as she lost herself
in me.

   I must've carried her back into the shower, at some point, because
that's where i found myself back, still kissing and holding her, her legs
wrapped around my waist still, the hot water soothing us both as i leaned
back against the wall - sinking down through them as soon as i realised my
position, my knees giving out.  She laughed, a musical, loving sound, as i
groaned out and pulled her against me to sit down and stop her from moving;
my turn to be spent, and i told her so.

   She smiled, and kissed me, a soft peck of my lips, and sat up again,
casting her hair back.  I found myself in awe, adoring and admiring her -
from the look in her eyes as she grinned, somewhat impish, somewhat
sheepish, slightly cat-that-ate-the-canary - i must've looked a goof from
where she was sitting.  "I love you, Whore...  Jaye...  Angel." was the
only thing i could say as i drew her back against me, to just hold her
tight, safe and loved.  "I love you too, Master.  Guus.  Greek God." that
last nickname of hers made me chuckle as always, as she curled up into my
lap.  We just enjoyed eachother's closeness, the safety of each other's
arms, and the heat of the water that beat down to soothe our sore muscle.
...  It was going to be a great night, and it hadn't even started yet.

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