Free Night Beach by Trent Evans

enough to overcome her urge to lick his shaft,
her tongue reaching for him. He shook his head, pulling her just out of reach.
“I want those tits out, Erica.”
    “What?”
    “You heard what he said, girl,” Kathryn said, menace lacing
her husky voice. “I’m getting tired of you questioning orders.”
    “Please, no—”
    “ Quiet , Erica.” Kathryn’s fingers clawed at the
neckline of the white t-shirt they'd permitted Erica to wear. The bikini top
was laughably inadequate in keeping Erica’s breasts covered, so they’d allowed
her this modest covering before heading down to the beach for the show. “Take
off this damned thing.”
    Erica’s eyes darted from her Mistress to Sir, hoping for
leniency. This was going farther than she’d anticipated. Still, she wanted to
show them they’d made the right decision, that she was the one for them.
    “Do what she says, Erica.”
    She moved to pull the shirt over her head, her eyes drawn
to Blaine’s fist gliding up and down the glistening, veined length of his cock.
    “No, wait.” Kathryn leaned down yanking at the bottom of
the shirt. “Just pull it up.”
    Erica rucked the shirt up under her arms, her breasts in
the tiny bikini top bare to the cold air.
    “Take that top off too. Keep your shirt up when you’re
done.”
    Erica complied, untying the top and letting it fall to her
lap. Blaine’s fist stroked his cock faster. She pulled her shirt back above her
breasts, feeling her nipples pebble to stones against the night chill.
    “God, I love her nipples. Unbelievable,” Blaine murmured,
grinning.
    “They’re certainly long,” her Mistress growled, her hand reaching
out to pinch one between cruel fingertips. “Impudent.”
    Warmth suffused Erica’s cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to
the sand. This night was getting more surreal by the minute.
    “Get closer,” Blaine grunted, reaching for her hair again.
He twisted her locks slightly and she yelped, moving within the span of his
spread thighs. He took his hand away from his cock, and caught her gaze, his
lips quirking.
    “What are you waiting for? Get that cock back in your
mouth!”
    Erica cringed at how loud Kathryn’s voice seemed even
against the dull background roar of the surf. She engulfed the hot flesh once
more, driving downward until she gagged, pulling back then driving again.
    “Remember just relax your throat, extend your tongue and
concentrate.” Kathryn’s voice softened, her hands taking up both of Erica’s
breasts again. She truly felt like a slave girl as she worked Sir’s cock with her
swollen lips, her Mistress’ hands squeezing her vulnerable breasts. Erica was
finally able to calm her gagging, pressing forward once more until Blaine’s pubic hair tickled her nose, his scent making her pussy spasm. She longed to do
this somewhere private, somewhere quiet, where she could serve them both. There
was something else though, an added frisson of excitement at the tinge of
degradation she felt as they forced her to do this in public. Erica wasn’t sure
she knew how to process why the thought of her degradation made her
pussy wet. But it did.
    “Finish him off, Erica.” Kathryn’s hands patted Erica’s
breasts, then let them drop. The muscles of Erica’s shoulders burned, but she
knew better than to drop the shirt until they'd given her leave to do so. She
bobbed her head faster, her lips growing numb as she sucked ever harder on Blaine’s cock. Kathryn pulled the blanket fully over Erica’s head once more, her world
returning to only darkness and servicing Sir’s hard shaft with her mouth.
    She jerked as two big bangs sounded off to her left, the
wind carrying a smattering of distant laughter. Sir’s big hand pressed down on
her head, and she took him as deep as she could once more. He held her down for
several seconds, and she began to squirm as her supply of air dwindled.
    Finally, he let her up, and she gasped, sucking in a
lungful of fresh, sweet air. She was lucky