Free Anna Maria Island by Jennifer O'Donnell Page B

like I wanted him to.
    His first explosion was when he was
deep. Hot cream flooded my throat. Some I swallowed; some splashed in my mouth.
I pulled back reflexively. A thick stream hit my face and dripped on my nose,
cheeks, and chin. I opened my mouth, and he placed his cock on my tongue. More
cream flooded my mouth. I let my lips seal softly around his shaft. He stroked
his cock as I held the tip in my mouth. More hot cream, in smaller spurts,
poured into me. I held him there until he was exhausted. He pulled off and was
breathing heavily as he curled on his side. I swallowed as he pulled up his
shorts and sat up next to me.
    "That was amazing," I
said, as I collected fingerfulls of his come from my face. I smiled at him as I
ate it from my fingers. He looked dazed.
    "You are absolutely
incredible!" he exclaimed. "Are all girls in your kingdom like
this?"
    I laughed. "This one is."
I reported this factually, and he knew I was serious. "You bring out the
nasty in me. You wanna try the other girls?" I looked up to the dune. The
woman gazed off to suggest she did not see.
    "No, no, no," he
declared. "That would topple my reign."
    We sat on the towel. Wet splashes
streaked my top. I looked around. The couple on the dune had not moved. "I
need to rinse off." I stood, taking care to show my king that I had not
replaced my bikini bottom. I ran down to the water with my blue skirt flying
and breasts jiggling under my top. I dove in and swam out. He followed. We swam
and floated out past the breaking waves. I rinsed my top and hair. I rinsed my
mouth. The sea water overpowered the taste of sex.
    We swam in, and I'm sure we were
watched by several people down the beach and the two on the dune. My top had
become almost transparent and clung to my chest. Every curve was revealed. I
noticed whitish streaks on my breasts. His come had not entirely rinsed off.
    We toweled off a bit and gathered
our stuff for the short walk back to the house. I held a towel to me as we
crossed the street and passing cars slowed to let us by. We went to the outdoor
shower, and I showered leaving the top and skirt on. Coming out, I saw he was
on the deck waiting his turn. His wet shorts we on the deck rail, and his
exhausted cock hung limp and happy. "My princess," the king
announced, "you will win the kingdom's wet tee-shirt contest for
sure!" I laughed and lifted the top to show the king his victory trophies.
He smiled, shook his head and went in to shower the sand from his royal
carriage.
    We had a light dinner, and, not
long after, his royal majesty got into his Honda and drove back to the imperial
palace.
    I poured a hot bath for myself. In
the bright light of the bathroom, I looked at maybe the nastiest concubine on
the shore. I didn't need a photo to preserve that image. My hair was messed and
tangled. Some dried globs of come were still matted in my auburn locks. My eyes
looked sultry like smoke. My lips were chapped and swollen. Speckles of dried
come flecked on my chest and neck. I held my tanned breasts. My nipples had
retracted now. I cupped them. The thought of my king tit fucking me flashed
through my mind. A golden dark sheen of tan covered every inch of me. Between
my legs was a swollen mound. My well exercised labia hung below my shaven
pussy. "My cunt," I said out loud. My legs were toned and smooth. My
knees were a bit scratched. My ankles and feet were sexy. I thought that
cycling would burn off some of the erotic energy that was growing each day.
Maybe it would increase it. I slipped into the warm bath and washed the scent
of royalty from my pores. His taste still lingered in my mouth. I savored the
memory.

Chapter 7
    That night I went to bed after he
called to let me know he was back at home. I slept soundly and woke very early
as the sun was rising. Lying in bed, I savored the scent of my husband on his
pillow. Curling in the soft sheets, I thought back over how we had played
during the weekend. Although it was early, I couldn't sleep