Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing December 14
Monday - My Birthday. Jon got me up early and we both went to the supermarket. I
had to wear just a sarong that didn't cover much even before I started bending
down or the wind started. Jon wore just a T-shirt that was a bit baggy, and once
or twice I managed to see the end of his dick peaking out. In the supermarket we
decided to have a bit of fun with this middle-aged couple who looked a bit
stuffy. We got ourselves about 10 feet ahead of them then we both bent over so
that both our asses were on show to them. The man kept a straight face and
ignored us, but the woman looked a bit flustered and said, "well really!" as
they walked passed us. We just looked at each other and laughed.
After breakfast we drove up the coast and found a deserted beach. It wasn't very
big, but it did have a few sun-beds on it. We took 2 of them and soaked up the
sun for a while before Jon decided that he was going for a walk - naked. I lay
there naked day dreaming and quite unconsciously opened my legs and started
masturbating. After I had cum I fell asleep with my feet either side of the
sun-bed. I started dreaming and can still remember what I was dreaming about. I
was a slave in a jail in some Arabian city. There were other girls there all
naked like me. One by one the girls were taken out. When it came to my turn I
was dragged out into some open-air room where I was tied to a big post on top of
a big step. I was being auctioned off and the auctioneer was inviting people to
come up and 'check me out'. I was being groped and prodded all over, and I was
eventually sold to a man who tied my hands to the back of his horse and led me
through the streets, naked to his home.
When we got there he thrashed my backside until it hurt, then made me masturbate
in front of his whole household. There were about a dozen people watching me and
talking about me. A woman was describing my shaved pubes and little cock, but I
couldn't see her. It was then that I slowly woke up and realised that the woman
was real. She was with a man on the beach a few feet in front of me, and they
were talking about me. They obviously though that I was still asleep as I
watched them through my sunglasses - good invention for people wanting to see
but not be seen to be looking.
They were naked and hadn't realised that I was awake. As I looked at them they
got the urge and they fucked each other doggy style, right in front of me. I
couldn't help myself, my right hand continued what it started before. I was
still quietly playing with myself when they finished, stood up and walked away.
As they went I heard the man say "hell of a dream she's having." I watched them
walk down the beach and saw Jon walking back towards them and me. When he got to
me he told me to finish myself off and he told me that he had watched it all. He
sat on the end of the sun-bed and watched as I thought about my Arabian slave
Master and brought myself to another orgasm.
About an hour later Jon decided that we were going shopping and we drove back to
Playa de las Americas. We went to the shopping mall that we found on the first
day and wandered around. We found a shop that sold dresses and managed to find a
few that Jon liked. The young Spanish girl got a bit flustered when I took the
sarong off in the middle of the shop and tried the dresses on. She kept trying
to say something about 'someone might come in', but Jon just kept saying, "don't
worry." Someone did come in, one of her mates. They stood there speaking Spanish
at a hell of a rate. They kept looking over to us and pointing, but we ignored
them. We eventually found one that Jon liked, it was very thin and silky, and
only just covered my butt. I reckoned that if I bent over even the slightest bit
then anyone behind me would be able to see my butt. It had spaghetti straps and
the front over my breasts was 'different'. It was baggy and the way it hung on
me even I could see my nipples. Anyone looking straight at me from the front
wouldn't have been able to see my breasts, but if they were close enough to look
down at me then they would see what I could see. From below my breasts it wasn't
tight, but it wasn't loose. After Jon paid we left, found a cafe and had a late
lunch. Nothing exciting there, and we went back to the Hotel. Jon told me to
have a rest as it was going to be a long night.
When we went out I wore my new dress and the remote vibe. To get to the
night-club we took a taxi, and I'm sure that the driver got a got view as I bent
over to get in. As we moved off he switched the interior light on, and adjusted
his mirror and I suspected that it was so that he could have a look at my legs.
I thought that I would tease him a bit so I slowly opened my knees. Because they
were up a bit, I think that he would have had a good view of my pussy. Not sure
if Jon noticed or not, he didn't react.
The club was big; it had lots of rooms and one big dance floor where the ceiling
was about 30 feet above us. There were 3 cages hanging from the ceiling and I
asked Jon what they were for. He said that it was for people who wanted to get
high on their dancing. I wasn't sure what he meant and didn't say anything.
We went to the restaurant and had a fantastic meal. It must have cost Jon lots
of money. We even had a big bottle of champagne. French not the cheap Spanish
stuff. Jon had told me to pull my dress up as we sat down to eat, to make sure
that I didn't leave a wet patch on the back of it. He wouldn't let me use a
serviette so each time the waiter came to serve me he could see my bare pubes,
and down the front of my dress. I had nearly forgotten about the vibe until Jon
switched it on while the waiter was serving the main course. It startled me a
bit and I let out a bit of a gasp. The waiter ignored me. Jon left it on just
long enough for me to start getting worked up, and then switched it off.
When the waiter came to serve my dessert we had been waiting a while (I think
the champagne helped as well), and I had started to relax and lay back against
the back of the chair. I never thought about what the waiter would see, and he
gave a slight gasp as he saw me naked from my hips down. I smiled and sat up
straight, but the waiter just carried on as if nothing had happened. While I was
eating my sweat Jon gave the vibe a quick burst "just to keep you topped up" he
said.
From the restaurant we went for a wander round and discovered that some of the
little rooms had their own little dance floors and different music. The rooms
seemed to have themes according to the type of music that they were playing. We
went to the main dance floor that was getting quite busy by then and danced for
about half an hour before finding one of the bars. It was circular and sunk low
in the floor so that the counter was half way between my knees and pussy. There
were only 3 girls behind the bar, but I bet the male members of staff wanted to
work there so that they could see up the skirts of the female customers. I'm
sure that if any of them looked at me they would have seen my naked pussy, but
there again I bet they've seen so many naked pussies staring down at them that
they just don't bother any more.
As we stood there drinking, Jon switched the vibe on again and left it on until
I was so close to cumming that I was looking forward to my first orgasm of the
night. However, Jon being Jon, knew exactly when to stop it and I was left
frustrated. He must have seen the disappointment on my face because he said,
"later V, later." As Jon was ordering another drink one of girls behind the bar
decided that she needed to go somewhere because she started to climb onto the
bar to get over it. In doing so her little short skirt lifted up to reveal a
naked, trimmed pussy. I looked at Jon and said, "did you see that!" "Yes" he
replied, "nice, but not as nice as yours." A nice 'loved' feeling came over me
for a second. When the girl came back she did it again, but this time we got a
great view of her small backside. I could just see her dark lips for a second.
I finished my drink before Jon and asked if we could go dancing again. Jon said
that he wasn't, but that I could, but that I had to wait until some one got off
one of the pillars and then dance on there. There were about 6 of these pillars
spread around the edge of the dance floor. They were about 5 feet off the ground
and wide enough for only one person dancing on them at a time. To get onto them
there was 3 large concrete steps that people were sitting on. A few minutes
later 2 of the pillars became vacant. I headed for the nearest one and climbed
on. Even getting up the steps must have given the people sat on them a great
view of my ass. When I got onto the pillar itself I realised that if anyone
either sat ion the steps, or stood on the floor cared to look up they would have
easily been able to see what I wasn't wearing.
The music started, and I started dancing. A little bit later the vibe started
and my dancing rhythm changed, I looked down to see Jon looking up at me. I
turned to face him and I could see him playing with the remote control. He
started pointing to my legs and then opening his arms, to tell me to open my
legs, so I did, about a foot. I knew that he was looking straight at my pussy,
and so were the 3 or 4 young men that were stood near Jon. I didn't care; in
fact I was enjoying it. Jon brought me so close to the edge so many times that I
was getting almost desperate to cum. I was staring down at the young men. And
tried to read their lips. They were obviously talking about me and I'm sure that
one of them was pointing to my juices that were running down the insides of my
legs.
Jon obviously didn't want me to cum, but it he kept up the same 'on and off time
periods' then it wasn't going to be long before he had no more say in the
matter. After another couple of on and off sessions it happened. I stopped
dancing and my body just shook. It was one of the most intense orgasms that I
have ever had. It lasted for ages.
After that I decided that I needed to get down and have a drink, so, being the
girl that I am, I sat down on the edge of the pillar with my knees about a foot
apart with my legs straight out, and said, "can someone help me down please?"
These 4 young men all moved forward, but one of them managed to get in between
my legs. His face was right in front of my pussy. He wasn't going to rush to do
anything, so I said, "come on then, help me down." He was strong, his arms came
out and up behind my dangling legs and round my waist. This meant that as he
pulled me forward, my legs went over his shoulders. As he pulled me forward his
face went right into my pussy. He stepped back and then lowered me down to the
floor, but it was my head that was going down. My knees were over his shoulders
and I was rapidly getting upside down with my dress rushing down to meet my
face. Luckily, the pressure of him holding me upside down against himself,
stopped it from going all the way, and my body was only exposed down (or should
I say up) to just below my breasts.
The young man held me there and turned to his mates who cheered, moved towards
me and started groping me. One had just managed to get a finger in me when Jon
stepped forward, pushed his way in and lifted me up saying "Thank you gentlemen,
I'll take my wife from there." As Jon lowered me down my dress fell back into
place and the young men walked away. They didn't look happy that Jon had spoilt
their fun, and in a way I was disappointed as well.
We went to a different bar and had another drink. I was getting a bit drunk by
then, and I think that Jon was as well. About 2 drinks and a smooch later (where
Jon had his hands on my bum (under my dress) while I gave him a long French
kiss), the DJ announced that the cages were being lowered, and that if anyone
wanted to dance in them then they were to go to see him. Jon told me to go, and
when I found the DJ there was another girl wanting to have a go. The DJ said
OK, and told us which cage to go to. There was a man there when I got there, and
he opened the door for me, then locked me in.
As I was waiting for the cage to go up, some drunks started saying silly things
like "look at the monkey," "where's your banana" and "monkeys don't wear
clothes." That seemed to give them the excuse to reach in and try to pull my
dress up. Unfortunately, with the cage only being about 3 feet square, there
wasn't anywhere that I could go, and my dress was up round my waist when the
cage started going up. You can imaging the comments from the drunks when they
saw that I didn't have any knickers on. In a way I was enjoying them seeing me
like that, but I wasn't keen on the fact that they were drunk and all trying to
grope me. Jon was watching, but I knew that he wouldn't interfere, as there was
no chance of me coming to any harm.
The cage only went up about 8 feet above the ground, just high enough so that
people on the dance floor couldn't reach it. When I looked round I could see the
other 2 cages, both had girls in them and both were dancing. One of the girls
looked as if she was only wearing a bikini, and the other had a mini skirt and
bikini bra on. I started dancing and had just got into the swing of it when my
pussy suddenly jerked. Jon had switched vibe on again. He was playing the same
game as last time - on for a couple of minutes, then off for a couple of
minutes. I looked down to see where he was, but couldn't see him. After about 5
minutes strobe and spotlights came on and were moving all over the place. Then 3
fixed spotlights came and light up the 3 cages. Shortly after that 3 (probably -
I couldn't see the other 2) more light came on, they were sunk into the floor
and were directly below the cages.
Yes, light was flooding right up my body from below, which meant that anyone
stood below could look up and see what I wasn't wearing; and more to the point,
the juices that were running down the inside of my legs. Jon had as usual been
keeping me right on the edge of an orgasm which meant that my juices were really
flowing. If Jon kept it up for much longer then they would be dripping down onto
the people below. Because of the bright lights I couldn't see who was below me,
or if they were looking up at me. But that wasn't at the front of my mind, it
was the orgasm that was building in me. The excitement of knowing that hundreds
of people could be watching me and even looking at my naked pussy as I slowly
danced and was getting extremely close to cumming only made it worse (or should
I say better).
When I finally came I stopped dancing and just shook. I think that I screamed,
but no one would have been able to hear me anyway. Jon must have been watching
and realised that I had cum because the rhythm of the vibe going on and off
changed. Jon left it on and brought me to a second climax before he switched it
off. It didn't come back on, and I slowly came down from my sexual 'high', then
started dancing again. Not only were my pussy juices dripping off me, but sweat
must have been as well. I could certainly feel it running down my body, and my
dress was sticking to me in places as well.
After about another 10 minutes up there I was beginning to think that I was
stuck in that cage forever, I was tired and thirsty. Looking over to the other 2
cages I saw that one of the girls had stopped dancing and was sitting on the
bottom of the cage, so I did too. There wasn't enough space to put my legs out
in front of me so I had to bring my knees up. The bars on the bottom of the cage
were about six inches apart and my backside was resting evenly over 2 of the
bars. This meant that my pussy was being pulled slightly apart in between the
bars. It must have been quite a sight for anyone below, but I didn't care, in
fact when I realised, a little tingle went through my stomach and I felt a
little more juice flow.
I don't know how long after I sat down that the cage was lowered, the next thing
that I remember is a man with a big grin on his face leaning through the open
door and pulling me up by my hand. I think that he said something to me as he
pulled me up and out, but I can't remember what. Jon grabbed me as I started
walking away from the cage and took me to a corner of the room to sit down and
recover. He brought me a long cool drink that disappeared down my throat very
quickly. Just as I was starting to get a bit of life back into me Jon decided
that he wanted to have me there and then so I had to sit on his lap with my back
to him and one leg either side of his while he fucked me. I'm sure that some of
the people near by knew what we were doing, but nobody seemed to care. I didn't
cum again, but I remember that lovely feeling of his jism shooting into me. He
lifted me off him straight away, and he held the back of my dress up as I sat
down on the cushion next to him. As I watched him put his dick away I thought
about the sticky white stains that would be on the cushion when the cleaners
came round next day.
Shortly after that we left and got a taxi back to the apartment. The driver
didn't look at us as he drove us back. If he had, he would have seen that my
dress hem was on my stomach and pussy open to catch the cool air of the night.
Tuesday - It was late morning when I woke up. Jon was already up and had been to
get us some breakfast. He'd only worn a T-shirt to the supermarket and he told
me that he had accidentally flashed the girl on the checkout when he'd picked-up
all the items that he'd bought. Two of them had trapped his T-shirt and pulled
it up when he'd lifted them up. Apparently the girl had gasped and blushed when
she'd seen his dick and that it was then that he'd realised what had happened.
He said that he'd just apologised and left leaving the girl watching him walk
away.
It was a bright sunny day and as we eat breakfast on the balcony (hadn't seen
anyone in the rooms on either side of us since we got there); Jon told me that
we were going to go to a Hotel just outside Playa de las Americas. I put on just
a short wrap-round skirt and crop top and we set off. Just as we walked out of
reception the wind caught my skirt and a group of people who were just arriving
got any eyeful. I wasn't really looking forward to spending the day in some
Hotel or other, but if that was what Jon wanted, then ......
The Hotel Fanabe looked just like any other Hotel even when we walked around the
place. It was when Jon took me into the lift and it arrived on the Hotel roof
that I understood why Jon took me there. There was swimming pool and sun-beds on
the roof, and it was clothing optional. There were already about a dozen people
there, and all but one was naked. Half of them were old and wrinkly, but there
was a young couple with some young kids and a group of 4 young German sounding
people, 3 girls and one youth.
We got a couple of sun-beds, put some sun tan lotion on, settled down with our
books and had a very lazy pleasurable day. We went for a swim in the pool a
couple of times and it was great not having to worry whether on not I was
hanging out of a costume. Yes. OK I do get sexual excitement of letting people
see my interesting bits in places that they don't expect it, but it's good to be
able to be completely naked and relaxed in public at times. It's good being
naked at home, but it isn't the same as laying out in the sun by a swimming
pool, and being waited on hand and foot. So natural and relaxing.
It was early evening when we headed back to our Hotel. We got showered and took
the car to the middle of Playa de las Americas. Jon was just wearing a big
T-shirt and I had to wear my bikini skirt and a baggy crop top. The way my skirt
didn't reach right round me made it obvious to anyone who looked and thought
about it that I didn't have anything on underneath. The wind was going to be a
problem again.
We wandered around the shops and along the sea front and ended up near the
shopping mall. Just up the road from it Jon spotted a sex shop and we went in.
It wasn't up to much, but the man behind the counter soon realised what I wasn't
wearing, and watched me as I moved around the shop. Jon noticed it and asked me
to pass him something that was on the floor. I realised what Jon was after (and
it wasn't the box on the floor) so I bent over from my waist and picked the box
up. I took my time so that the man got a good look at my ass. Jon put the box
down and we carried on browsing. As I said there wasn't much there, but Jon did
buy a butt plug. As Jon paid the man asked if we wanted a bag for the plug, but
Jon said, "No," and unwrapped it. He then gave it to me and said, "Put that in
your hole." I took it from him and licked the end so that it wouldn't be too
painful, then opened my legs, reached down and under the micro skirt and pushed
it in. As I was doing that I was looking at the man's face. It was a picture of
surprise and pleasure. I guess that no one had done that in his shop before.
Jon picked-up his change said, "Thank you" and we left.
The butt plug wasn't small, and it was a bit painful as I walked. I was sure
that if (when) my skirt blew-up again, then whoever was looking would be able to
see the end of the plug.
We went into the mall and went to a different shop that sold clothes. As we
looked at the clothes the young sales girl took something off a rack and went to
the changing rooms. They were 2 curtained off cubicles at one end of the shop
which was empty apart from her, Jon and me. When she went into a cubicle I
noticed that she only half closed the curtain. She then started taking off her
jeans and top. I'm sure that she knew that Jon and me was watching her, but she
just ignored us. Next came her bra, which left her in just her knickers. As she
pulled the dress over her head she turned to face us and we got a good view of
her big breasts. I saw lots of black pubic hair sticking out of the sides of her
white knickers. As the dress came down she turned and looked at herself in the
mirror.
After checking to see that the dress fitted and looked OK, she took it off and
put her top and jeans back on. She left the bra off and was holding it and the
dress when she walked passed us to the sales counter. Jon said, "right, it's our
turn to give a show, find a tight dress then come back to me." When I got back
to Jon he had a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt in his hand. He motioned for me
to go over to the changing cubicles and as we walked over he whispered "Don't
touch the curtains, and take your time." We each went into a cubicle and I
didn't hear a curtain close so I knew that Jon didn't close his either. It only
took me seconds to take my top and little skirt off, and I stood there naked
facing the shop and taking my time undoing the buttons on the dress. The girl
was looking at us, but I'm not sure if it was me or Jon.
Just then I heard the shop doorbell and another girl came in and walked over to
the sales girl talking to her in Spanish. The sales girls said something and the
second girl stopped talking when she looked over at us. They both stood in
silence as the watched either Jon or me (or both) as I put the dress on. When
I'd fastened it I walked out and turned to Jon. He was naked and struggling to
pull on the jeans which were obviously too small. He had a semi erection. I
said, "that's nice, but the jeans are too small, shall I get you a bigger pair?"
"No" he said, "I've decided that I don't like them anyway," and started to take
them off. I went next door and took the dress off. Just as I was pulling my top
on, Jon appeared in front of me and said, "come on, let's go." He grabbed the
dress and I followed him over to the sales counted, wrapping the little skirt
round me as I went. At the counter Jon put the clothes on the counter and said,
"thank you, but no thank you" and we left. The girls just watched us as we
walked out in silence.
From there we went to a cafe and had some food and a drink before wandering back
towards the car. To get there we had to pass the area where there are lots of
pubs. By the time we got there it was about 10 o'clock and there were a few
young people around. Two couples who looked about 18 had obviously started
drinking very early because they were pissed. They were having trouble standing
up, and kept falling over. Each time the girls fell over they gave everyone
around a good look up their mini skirts. At first I thought that they weren't
wearing knickers, but then I got a good look at a black thong on one of them. As
we got closer one of the girls tripped over right in front of me. She ended up
on her back right at my feet. We stopped and Jon bent down to help her up. She
was staring right up Jon's T-shirt and giggling. As he pulled her to her feet
she was trying to say something, but couldn't get further than "you haven't
got." Jon wasn't interested and we stepped round her and left.
Back at the Hotel we went to the bar and had another drink before going to bed.
Wednesday - Jon got me up early and sent me to get some fresh bread for
breakfast. I decided to go to a different supermarket and had a bit of fun
bending over and squatting down. There were a couple of English lads about 10
or 11 years old in there with their parents. Once they'd seen me bend over they
followed me until I left.
Jon seemed to be in a bit of a rush over breakfast, and as soon as we had
finished he said, "Right, sarong only on (big one), not even shoes, and let's
go." Within a couple of minutes we were walking to the car and then driving up
the coast. We drove for about 30 minutes until Jon turned off the main road and
down a dirt track. He appeared to know where he was going, and after a few turns
we came to a gate with a sign that said 'Miguel's Ponies'. I could see the sea
so I had visions of riding a horse along a deserted beach. It wasn't to be -
well not as how it was in my daydreams. We parked the car and walked through a
little gate into a courtyard. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't
to see lot's of stables with 3 naked girls cleaning them out. Nor was it to see
one naked young girl hanging spread-eagle by her wrists from a frame about 10
foot high in the middle of the courtyard. I just stood there and took it all in
(non of the girls had any pubic hair) while Jon introduced us to Miguel.
As soon as the formalities were over Jon said, "Vanessa give me the sarong. For
the next 2 days you are going to be a 'Pony Girl'. You will live the life of a
pony and a slave who looks after ponies. You will do exactly what Miguel says.
Any deviation from that will result in you being strung-up and punished like
that slave. She's been hanging there for 2 hours waiting for you to arrive so
that you can witness what happens when the slaves don't do at they are told."
With than Miguel said, "Come." We walked over to the girl who was to be
punished, me talking the sarong off as we walked.
The girl didn't look up when we stood in front of her. She was sweating and
shaking a bit. It looked like she knew what was coming. Miguel shouted something
in Spanish and the 3 girls stopped what they were doing and ran over. They stood
in a line near us and when Miguel shouted something else, they got on their
knees with their knees about a foot apart and lay back and supported the body
weight on their hands that were on the floor behind their feet. That's the
position that I have to get in when Jon says 'assume the position'. I whispered
to Jon that I was going to have a problem with the Spanish, and Jon whispered
back "Don't worry, Miguel knows that you don't speak Spanish, he'll talk to you
in English." Miguel must have heard me or Jon because he looked at me and said,
"Slave, don't speak unless spoken to or you will be punished. Get in-line with
the other slaves." I wasn't going to argue, and jumped into line and down into
the position. It was then that I realised that my pussy was getting wet.
In deadly silence Miguel took his jacket off and proceeded to give the girl a
thrashing with the riding crop that he had held all along, all over her back and
butt. To start off with the silence was only broken by the noise of the crop
flying through the air and then landing, but after about 5 strokes the girl
started crying and yelping as each stroke landed. I counted 50 strokes before
Miguel stopped. The girl was sobbing her heart out. I half expected the
punishment to stop there, and in a way it did. Miguel went away and came back
with a hosepipe with water running out of it. He stood behind the girl and let
it run down her back for a couple of minutes before he forced the end up the
girls ass. She screamed as he forced it in and was really whimpering until he
pulled it out about 10 seconds later. The water rushed out of her and so did
little lumps of shit. Miguel forced it in again and the same thing happened when
he pulled it out. The third time wasn't in her ass, but in her pussy. When
Miguel pulled it out she tried to hold it, but after a couple of seconds out it
came like a jet from a squeezed hosepipe.
Miguel only did that twice before he threw the hose on the floor and cut the
girl down. She collapsed on the floor still crying. Miguel said (in English)
"Perhaps that will teach you to keep yourself clean. Clean up the mess on the
floor then muck-out stable 2." The girls stood up and started hosing her own
shit away while Miguel turned to us 4 girls. I hadn't dare move, neither had the
other 3. He said something to them in Spanish and the got up and ran off. I
started to get up to follow them but Miguel said, "Stay!" and walked off. A few
minutes later the 3 girls came back with 5 horses. They just stood there until
Miguel came back and told all 5 of us girls to mount up.
I had never been on a horse before and had a lot of trouble getting on. When I
was half on I saw that there was a dildo about 2 inches in diameter and about 3
inches long, sticking up from the middle of the saddle. I looked over to one of
the other girls who was just getting on, and she was slowly lowering herself
onto her dildo, so I did the same. As the horses walked out of the yard I was
nervous about being on the horse, but at the same time I was enjoying the
experience. 'So this is what a Pony Girl does' I thought. I could get used to a
life like that. If only I'd known.
We walked out into some barren fields where the horses started trotting. I
didn't know how to ride, and I'm sure that I was going up and down at the wrong
time, but I was enjoying being fucked by that dildo. I came twice before the
horses slowed to a walk before we all went in a convoy along some dirt tracks.
Two of the girls had big breasts and they were really bouncing about when the
horses were trotting. It looked painful and I was glad that mine are small.
Twice we had to stop as a car came the other way. In one was a middle aged
couple and the other just had an old man in it. Non of them looked at all
surprised to see 5 naked girls on horseback, but the 2 young(ish) men that were
mending a stone wall at the side of the track were. They were laughing and
joking in Spanish as we walked by. Non of the girls even looked at them, they
just sat there staring at the back of the girl in front.
We eventually came to a deserted little beach and when Miguel dismounted we did
too. The girls seemed to know what was to do and they went to Miguel and started
undressing him. To get his riding boots off he sat on the beach and lifted one
leg. One of the girls stepped over it and when she had grabbed his boot he
pushed her backside with the other foot. When that one came off another girl
stepped over his other leg and did the same. When he was naked I watched him
walk into the water, his little dick just peeking out of the large mass of black
pubic hair. We all stood quietly as Miguel swam around for a few minutes then
came back to us. Two of the girls went to get the horses and the other 2 started
to dress Miguel. I helped them.
The ride back to the stables was just as uneventful apart from the bouncing up
and down as we trotted over the field. Back at the stables I was told to help
the girls take the saddles off the horses, I tried to talk to some of the girls
to find out which ones spoke English, and then to try to find out what else went
on there. All I could get out of any of them was a whisper "Don't talk, just do
what you are told."
When we went out of the stables into the court-yard there were about two dozen
smartly dressed people there including Jon. He must have borrowed the clothes
because we didn't bring them with us. Us girls had to line-up along one wall
while Miguel explained, first in Spanish, then in English, that this was where
the Pony Girl races would start. He called each of us out in turn, and had us
parade up and down in front of the people. While all this was going on there was
money changing hands and I guessed that the people were putting bets of some
sort on us.
At that time I thought that we were going to have some sort of nude school
athletics day, and I wasn't prepared for what happened next. We all went out to
a field that had a little track round it. It must have been about 200 yards
long, similar to a school sports field. What was different was that there were 2
single seater 'carts' in one corner. Two of the girls were led over to them and
I watched as Miguel strapped a big leather belt round their waists, he then put
a leather 'Bridle and Reins' over their heads. This was made of a metal 'bit' in
their mouths, with leather straps that held it firm on their heads. The reins
came out from near each ear and were about 6 feet long. He then tied their hands
together behind their backs before leading them in between two long poles that
came out of the front of the carts that had hooks for the rings on the big waist
belts. As they were being hooked up I realised what was going to happen.
Two people were selected from the audience and they climbed into the carts. The
girls weren't finding it easy, but they pulled the carts to the starting line
and when Miguel fired some sort of gun the race started. The 2 people in the
carts were pulling the reins and shouting at the girls to get them to go faster.
When they got to the finish one of them was slightly in front of the other. They
were both panting and sweating like mad. The belts and bridles were moved to
another girl and me. It was real hard work, but I managed to just beat the other
girl. When I was un-strapped I saw that one of the girls who went first was
getting a drink from a water trough so I went over and did the same. It tasted
funny and looked a bit dirty, but I needed that drink.
By the end of the 'event' each girl had raced against each of the others. I had
won 2 and lost 2, but there was a winner, one of the girls with big breasts. I
wasn't surprised that she had won as she was bigger than all the others, and she
looked fitter. No flab. The winner and the girls who lost all her races were
then hitched up again to have another race. This seemed little unfair until I
saw that 2 people climbed into the winners cart and squeezed into the one seat.
What also made me glad that I wasn't one of the girls was the fact that all 3
riders had whips.
When the gun went off both girls had trouble getting going until the whips
started landing. As they got round the circuit and back towards us I could see
lots of red marks round both girls backs, some of them even wrapped round to
their stomachs. The big girl also had some on her breasts. The smaller girl won
by about 5 yards, much to the delight of most of the people watching. I could
see money changing hands in the group of onlookers, but it wasn't long before
the 2 girls who had been racing were unattached from the carts and all 5 of us
were told to return to the stables. When we got there leather 'Bridle and Reins'
were put on all our heads, and all our wrists were tired behind our backs. The
end of the 'Reins' were then tied to hooks around the inside of one of the
stables and we were left there.
There were 3 buckets in the middle of the stable and we could all just get over
to them. One of the buckets had some food in it; it looked a bit like leftovers
that had been all mashed up. The second bucket had water in it, and the third
one was empty. It wasn't long before I realised what the third bucket was for,
one of the girls went over to it, squatted down onto it and had a shit.
I tried to talk to the other girls, but all that came out was a garbled mess. A
couple of the girls went and stuck their heads into the food and water buckets,
and I had some water, but I didn't like the look of the food. It wasn't long
before we all settled down in the straw and tried to get some sleep. I must have
managed to get some because the next thing that I knew was when I woke-up in the
dark listening to one of the girls having a pee into the bucket.
A bit later a man that I'd never seen before came in and switched the light on.
He had a riding crop with him and he woke-up 2 of the girls who were still
asleep by giving them a crack across their backsides. As he walked round the
stable he had a good look and grope at each of us. One of his fingers went
inside my pussy, but he moved on quickly. After he had gone round all of us he
went back to a Spanish looking girl with long black hair. He made her stand-up
then bend over before he dropped his trousers and fucked her from behind. The
girl didn't offer any resistance, in fact she was obviously enjoying it. A moan
of pleasure sounds the same even through the Bit of her Bridle.
When he had finished he untied us all (hands and from the wall), lead us outside
and lined us up against a wall. He gave us a bar of soap each then turned a
hosepipe on us. The air temperature was reasonably warm, but the water
temperature wasn't. I had goose bumps all over, and you should have seen the
size of my nipples. After the 'shower' we were all led into the big house and
into a small room where our 'Bridles' were taken off. We were then told that we
were to be the 'entertainment' of the Masters guests that night. There would be
a mini 'Olympic games' and each of us had to do our best to win. If the Master
didn't think that we were trying hard enough then we would be punished. The man
then got out a tin of paint and painted a number on each of our chests and
backs. I was number 4.
We all sat around for about an hour before the man came back in to us. I tried
to talk to some of the other girls, but non of them wanted to talk. Three of
them just ignored me while the fourth just said, "No talking." The man told us
that the first game was a simple race. He told us that when we got out into the
main room we had to line up and then race to the other side of the room and
back. I was reasonably happy until he told us that we would be going one at a
time, and that we had to carry each of the other girls one at a time, on our
backs.
Out in the room I had a good look round as we lined up. It was a big room,
something like 40 feet across. One end was completely empty, and at the other
end was about 20 people sat round tables with lots of food on them. They were
all talking to each other and obviously quite happy. I could just see Jon, he
was on a table at the back of the room talking to someone that I had seen
earlier in the day.
It wasn't long before the girl with number 1 painted on had to start. Girl
number 2 jumped on her back and she grabbed number 2's legs and started running.
When she turned to come back, her breasts were bouncing up and down. She was out
of breath by the time she let girl 2 down and girl 3 got on. When it came to me
getting on her naked back she was covered in sweat and had trouble keeping me on
her. Before she managed to get half way across the room she collapsed with me
landing on top of her. We got up and walked back to the wall with lots of the
audience booing her.
Girl 2 started and managed to get all of us to the other side and back, but she
had the advantage of being the biggest of us all. She carried us with her arms
holding our legs to her sides, but instead of then holding her hands in front of
her, she held them behind her. This meant that as we were bouncing across the
room my pussy was bouncing down onto her hands.
Girl 3 only managed to get me both ways, and girl 5 three quarters of the way
before collapsing. Then it was my turn, I'd decided that I was really going to
try hard. It wasn't that I was afraid of the beating if I didn't do well, I
would probably have enjoyed it, it was that I wanted Jon to be proud of me.
Getting girl 5 both ways was easy, she was the smallest of the girls. Girl 1 was
heavier, and I managed her too, but by the time I got her back I was sweaty and
slippery. I knew I'd have problems with girl 2 and I was right. When she jumped
on my back I nearly went down, but managed to get half way before my legs gave
way. The other thing about her was that she held her arms tightly round my neck
so I was having trouble breathing as well. Fortunately as we went down she
landed on her feet, and when I turned over to get up she was still there with
one foot either side of me. I was looking up at her shaved pussy with its dark
stubble just starting to grow. The lips were tightly closed leaving her looking
as if she just had a clean, not very long, cut there.
Girl 5 started and managed to get girl 1 both ways, but collapsed as soon as
girl 2 jumped on.
We were all herded out of the room and outside where we were hosed down again. I
was glad to get back inside. We were allowed to rest for what must have been
about 15 minutes before the man told us that event 2 was about to start. It was
a bit like event 1 in that we were paired off (girl 1 was left out) and we then
had a pillow fight with the girl on top holding the pillow. I started off on top
and managed to get a couple of good blow in before we were floored by the other
2 girls running into us.
Event 3 followed almost straight away, it was a wresting match. The objective
was to get you opponent with her back on the floor and hold her shoulders down
for a count of 3. Girls 1 and 3 were drawn first, and it was a good clean fight.
It took ages for girl 1 to win.
My number was called next, and my heart sank as the number 2 was called out. I'd
expected it to be over in a minute or so, but I soon discovered that even though
she was big, she was slow. We started to get sweaty and slippery which helped me
a bit. It was when she started pulling one of my nipples that I decided that I
wasn't going to lose. When she grabbed my pubic bone and pushed a couple of
fingers in me and grinned at me I thought 'right, 2 can play that game'. I
grabbed her pussy with one hand and thumped her stomach with the other. She went
down with me on top of her, but facing her feet. She started pushing her fingers
into my pussy so I did the same to her - only harder. My juices were already
flowing and I was enjoying it a bit. I was finding it hard to get my finger into
her as she was still dry, but I wasn't going to give in. She was starting to
scream as I really pushed hard. She was so dry and tight that my hand was
starting to hurt but I wasn't going to stop. As she screamed louder she stopped
pushing her fingers into me and just lay there screaming.
When my whole hand was in her I turned to look at her face to see that she was
crying. I pulled my hand out, stood up moved up her body before squatting down
so that my shins were on her shoulders and my pussy on her nose. As the man was
counting up to 3 I wiggled my body about so that my pussy and juices were spread
all over her face. I had won, and as I walked back to the other girls I saw that
they too were applauding me. What I didn't realise was that I had to fight
again, straight away.
It was against the smallest girl, number 5. I was still covered in sweat and she
had trouble getting hold of me. Somehow we ended up on the floor with me on top
of her in the '69' position. My head was in between her legs and very close to
her pussy. She gripped my head with her legs and held my face about an inch from
her pussy. She had that unmistakable smell of female sex and I couldn't resist
putting my tongue out and licking her lips. She shook and moaned, so I did it
again, this time I pushed my tongue inside her. She was enjoying it, and stopped
gripping my head with her thighs. As I moved my tongue around I lowered my pussy
towards her face until I could feel her breath on my pussy. A little more and I
could feel her nose just touching me.
At that point I think that we both forgot about the fight that we were supposed
to be having, and we both enjoyed each other's pussies. I was just getting close
to an orgasm when a man pulled me off the girl saying "You can stop now, you've
won." It took me a few seconds to realise that my shins had been holding down
the girl's shoulders, and the 'referee' had counted her out. I think that it
took a while for the other girl to realise what had happened as well.
There was one more fight, girls 2 and 3. It got quite violent and girl 3 ended
up with a bloody nose. There was lots of nipple pulling, and pussy and stomach
punching. I was glad that I didn't have to fight girl 3.
The next contest was something that I had never even imagined before. We had to
line up with 10 empty San Miguel Beer bottles in front of us. We had to carry
them over to the other side of the room. The only problem was that we were not
allowed to use either our hands or mouths (apart from to stand them up if they
fell over). The options left to use were pretty limited, so I opted to pick them
up with my pussy. My only worry was that I would be too wet to grip them
properly while I was walking with them in me. It was quite easy really, and I
was doing quite well. Two of the girls looked as if they were trying to pick
them up in their backsides. They weren't doing as well as the 3 of us that were
using our pussies. By the time I got to the eighth I was having trouble gripping
them, and the eighth, ninth and tenth ones all fell out and I had to stand them
up and start again. In the end I came in third, which I was reasonably pleased
with.
That was the end of the contests and we all had to line up while the man called
out our numbers one at a time, then judged how much applause we got from the
audience. I didn't win, but I didn't loose. I was glad of that because the girl
who won (girl 5) had to go into the audience and let any and everyone of them do
what they wanted to her. I never saw her for the next hour or so. Girl 2 (the
big girl) got the least applause and she started crying when she was told that
she was going to be punished in front of everyone.
A big frame was brought in, and girl 2 was tied spread-eagle to it. Then each of
the Masters of the remaining 4 girls were called up, one at a time to give her
50 strokes of whatever implement they chose. The first Master chose a belt, by
the time he had finished, her whole backside had red weals all over it. She was
crying, but still managed to count the strokes and say "Thank you Master" after
each one. Well I assume that that was what she was saying, she was Spanish.
The second Master chose a belt as well, but he didn't restrict his strokes to
her backside. About half of them were directed onto her breasts, and about a
quarter were 'up strokes' between her legs on onto her pussy. By the time all 50
had landed she was screaming quite loudly. I got the impression that she had a
low pain threshold.
Jon was third, and as he came to the front he gave me a little smile. Jon chose
a tawse. He's good with that, and he too split the 50 over the 3 parts of her
body. In spite of her loud screams as each one landed, It didn't look as if Jon
was trying too hard, I'm sure that I've seen him put more effort into giving me
my punishments.
The last Master chose a small whip. When the girl saw it she started screaming
"No, No!" but that didn't stop the man. Most of the strokes were directed to her
backside, but about a dozen were split over her back and chest. She passed out
before he had completed his 50 and didn't bother with the rest. She was still
out cold when 2 men carried her out of the room.
After that and a few words from Miguel, we were herded out and into a room where
there was couple of showers. We were told to have a shower and wash off what was
left of the numbers that had been painted onto our chests and backs. Just as we
were finishing, the big girl 2, was carried in and were told to clean her up.
She came round as we put her into the shower, and she started crying straight
away. I don't think that my body has ever been that red when Jon punishes me.
From there we were taken back to the stable and given some bread and water
before the light was put out. I snuggled down into the hay to try to keep warm,
and before I knew it there was light shining in through the badly fitting door.
Thursday - No sooner that I was awake, a man came in and woke-up the 2 girls
that were still asleep. Girl 2 started moaning and groaning as soon as she was
woken-up. When she didn't stop as soon as she was told the man pulled her up
onto her knees, dropped his trousers and started fucking her. She was quietly
sobbing when he had finished. He looked as if he came, but she didn't.
We were all told to get outside where we were hosed-down before our hands were
tied behind our backs. We were then put back in the stable with 3 buckets. One
food, one water. I was hungry, and made it to the food bucket first. I was glad
that the food was all mashed-up, but I got it all over my face. I dunked my head
in the water bucket to wash it off. I had a pee in the third bucket, and
straight after wards, one of the other girls had a shit in it.
About an hour later we were taken out and lined up. Two of the girls were taken
away by their Masters, and 3 more arrived, but there was no sign of Jon. We then
had to clean out the stables that had horses in them, and I accidentally stood
in some horse shit. It was still warm. The next few hours went through the same
routine as the previous day. I got quite worked up as we trotted over the fields
with the horses movements pushing the dildo in the saddle into me. I was sorry
when the horse started walking again, I'd been getting close to an orgasm. One
of the 'new' girls looked quite frightened as her horse started trotting, and
she was screaming a bit as she was going up and down.
Down on the beach Miguel only went for a paddle when 2 of the girls had
undressed him. I think that the waves were too big for him. When we got back to
the stables there was another crowd of people, and we went and had the cart
races. This time we all had bridles on all of the time. I won 3 of my races and
lost 2. I was knackered by the time we had finished.
When we got back to the stables, Jon watched us get hosed down then came over to
me and told me that we were leaving. On the way out we went looking for Miguel
and Jon thanked him for 'a very enjoyable 2 days.'
As we got near to Playa de las Americas Jon gave me my sarong and told me to put
it on. I had been naked for so long that I hadn't even thought about wearing
some clothes.
Back at the Hotel I told Jon that I had really enjoyed myself, but that I was
quite tired. I asked him if we could get some food then have a quiet night in
the Hotel bar. We went to a little restaurant not far from the Hotel. Jon told
me to wear just one of his T-shirts. Even so, the wind gave a few people flashes
of my backside. I was forgetting how tired I was as we were drinking in the bar,
and I was lazily lounging in one of the Hotel's sofas when Emma and Chloe came
in and told me that they could see what I wasn't wearing. The combination of
being tired and 'happy' with drink meant that I just didn't care. We talked to
them for a while before going to bed early. John asked them if they would like
to join us at the Hotel Fanabe the next day, but they weren't sure, and we left
it that they would meet us in reception at 10 o'clock if they wanted to go.
That night Jon gave me a real good hard fucking on the balcony - doggy style. I
slept well that night.
Friday - Jon sent me for the food for breakfast wearing only a big sarong. The
only thing was that the way it was tied caused it to open up to my stomach each
time that I walked forward. It was only when I was stood still that it covered
my pussy. Every time I saw someone coming my way I slowed right down - except
when it was someone in the 16 - 36 age range. I just let them stare at me. The
girls in the little supermarket were staring and whispering to each other. One
of them went and got a youth and pointed me out to him. I didn't care, and I
even made sure that I took ages bending down to get jam from the bottom shelf. I
was getting quite excited by the time I got back to Jon, and he commented on the
'snail's trail' as I shuffled off the bed when the kettle boiled.
Emma and Chloe were in reception when we got there and Jon drove us all to the
Hotel Fanabe. I was still wearing just the sarong and Emma asked me if I was
embarrassed by the fact that she (and everyone else) could see my pussy every
time I moved forwards. Before I could answer, Jon said, "I don't think that
Vanessa would be embarrassed if I were to fuck her, naked, in the middle of the
street." Chloe seemed a little startled and blushed a bit.
When we got there we went straight up to the roof top pool and grabbed some
sun-loungers. Jon and me stripped off straight away and lay down. Emma took her
shorts and top off revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra, and lay on one of
the sun-loungers. Chloe was a bit more hesitant, and when she took her shorts
and top off, she lay down still wearing both halves of her bikini. We got
talking about nothing in particular, and I noticed that Chloe kept looking over
at Jon's dick. I got the impression that she wasn't used to seeing naked people,
especially men. Emma noticed as well, and said, "Stop it Chloe!" Chloe tried to
plead ignorance, but her blushes told us that she knew she had been caught. Jon
just smiled and went back to his book.
After about an hour or so, a waiter came over and we ordered some drinks. Jon
insisted that they were alcoholic, he said that we needed to relax. I took it
that he meant Emma and Chloe. The pool was filling up, and most of the people
were naked. Jon asked Emma and Chloe if they were going to strip off. I think
that Emma was just waiting for someone to give her the chance because she
immediately stood up and dropped her bikini bottom before lying down again. She
has a neatly trimmed black bush with a small clit peeking out between her lips.
That together with breasts that were bigger than mine, but not over big, meant
that she has quite a nice body really. Jon thought so as well because he said,
"That's better, you have a good body and shouldn't try to hide it." Chloe wasn't
ready for the 'Full Monty', and would only take her top off. Her breasts are a
lot bigger with small nipples in the centre of large dark brown aureole. She
immediately got back onto the sun-lounger - face down.
Later on Jon decided that we would go for a swim and Jon, Emma and me went
straight into the water. Chloe took a bit of persuading, but she finally joined
us. After splashing around for a bit, Jon whispered to me to take Chloe's bikini
bottoms off. I decided that I needed Emma's help and told her. She agreed, and
we ganged-up on her and while I held her, Emma removed the offending article.
She put up quite a fight, and gave us a lot of abuse, but she was out-numbered.
All that time, Jon was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the
water laughing at us. When we had got the bikini off Chloe, Emma decided that
Chloe was going to have a good look at Jon's dick and we dragged her over to Jon
and held her so that her face was in between Jon's legs about 6 inches from his
dick. The presence of her face so close to his face was having an effect on Jon,
and it wasn't long before he decided that he ought to get into the water. He
slid down into the water right in front of us. Chloe's face was a picture as the
front of Jon's body slid down the front of hers. I reached round the front of
Chloe and grabbed Jon's dick and pushed it in between Chloe's legs. She gave a
bit of a shudder before she managed to catch Emma and me off-guard and pulled
away from us.
Emma had thrown Chloe's bikini bottoms over to our sun-loungers and Chloe was
complaining saying that we would have to give her them back before she got out.
"No way!" Jon said and we swam off. When Chloe caught up with us she said, "It's
quite nice this nude swimming isn't it?" "I told you that you'd enjoy it didn't
I?" I said. When it came to getting out Chloe made a big deal of waiting until
she thought that no one was looking before she got out and ran to her
sun-lounger. She lay on her stomach hiding her front.
After a while we went to the roof top bar for something to eat. Everyone that we
had seen going there had covered up before going, so Chloe and Emma wrapped
their towels round their waists. I started to wrap my sarong around myself, but
Jon stopped me saying, "No, we won't be coming here again, so what the hell,
let's go naked." We got a few funny looks, but no one said anything.
Back at the sun-beds, Jon started reading his book again while us 3 girls
chatted about everything and nothing. The conversation got round to me and Jon
and I told them all about my old and new lives. They were fascinated and kept
asking me all sorts of questions. Emma said, "you really would do absolutely
anything that Jon tells you, wouldn't you?" "Yes I would, he's very good to me,
I trust him, and I know that he wouldn't put me in any danger." I replied.
"Jon!" Emma said trying to get him involved. "Ask Vanessa to do something
outrageous." Jon looked up and said, "Like what?" After a long pause Emma said,
"Like masturbate right here and now." "That's not outrageous, but OK, Vanessa,
sit on the side of my sun-lounger facing Emma and Chloe, open your legs wide,
and frig yourself till you cum." So I did. Fortunately there weren't many people
around our area of the pool, and no one seemed to be taking any notice of me -
except Emma and Chloe. As I was getting started, Emma said, "That's one hell of
a clit that you've got there Vanessa." "Jon likes it as well" I replied. All the
time that I was getting quite 'happy' I was looking at both Emma and Chloe.
Emma had a smile on her face, but Chloe was the best, not only was she licking
her lips, her legs were getting wider and wider apart. When I finally came I
could see Chloe's lips and minute little clit peeping out.
When I calmed down I looked round and saw that no one was paying us any
attention (if only some of them knew what they had missed), and then at Jon. He
smiled and said, "Good girl" as I noticed that he his dick was getting quite
hard. I looked back at Chloe and saw that that was where her eyes were looking.
I don't know if it was me or him looking at Chloe that had got him that way, but
I knew that if anyone else out there noticed him then there might be some
trouble, so I offered to 'hide it' for him. He said, "Well, you had better get
on with it, unless Emma or Chloe would care to oblige." I looked at them both
(they were staring at his erection), but neither of them said anything, so I
stood up, then lowered myself onto him. I was sideways to him, and still facing
Emma and Chloe.
I just sat there for about 10 minutes with Emma and Chloe just watching both my
face, and Jon's before I felt the jerks and warm squirts of Jon's jism as he
came inside me. Emma had been taking it all within her stride, but Chloe was
obviously getting quite aroused by it all. Her face was a picture of excitement
and embarrassment. She looked like a little schoolgirl who had been caught doing
something naughty. And that was just her face, her legs were as wide as they
could get and the juices were dribbling out of her pussy. She looked great.
After Jon had gone all soft he decided that we should all go for another swim.
This time Chloe was more relaxed, and slowly walked over to the pool. Jon's (and
my) juices were running down my thighs as we walked, and Jon's dick was
sparkling in the sun as he jumped in. After about 15 minutes Jon decided that
he'd had enough and we all got out and dried.
It was getting late in the afternoon, and the sun was starting to go down so we
decided to leave. Before any of us could put any clothes on Jon suggested that
we all walk back to the car naked. Emma and Chloe immediately said no, but after
a bit of persuasion they agreed to go topless. As Jon said, it was our last day,
and it didn't matter if we got throw out of the place. We finished packing, and
started heading for the lift. As we were getting into the lift one of the
waiters came over to us and started trying to say something. With the bits of
English and the fact that he was pointing to our bodies, I guess that he wasn't
happy. He was still ranting as the lift door closed and we went down.
I was feeling a bit nervous as the lift door opened in the Hotel lobby. Silently
we walked through reception and out into the Hotel car park. Most of the dozen
or so people in reception had stopped what they were doing and were looking at
us. I noticed one lady thump her husband to tell him to stop looking, and a
Spaniard behind the desk started shouting something at us, but we just kept
walking, got into the car and drove off. When we got onto the road we all just
burst out laughing. I'd quite enjoyed that.
As we drove back towards Playa de las Americas we saw a police car going the
other way, so Jon stopped and we all covered-up before continuing. I'd just put
my sarong on, and as we walked into our hotel it was blowing all over the place.
He all had another couple of drinks in a corner of the bar before agreeing to
meet-up later to go for some food and more drinks. Jon had suggested that all 3
of us girls wear our shortest skirts and skimpiest tops with nothing on
underneath. Emma agreed straight away, but it took a few minutes for Chloe to
agree.
Jon and me got cleaned-up and at 9 o'clock we met Emma and Chloe in the bar. I
was wearing a short crop top, one that showed the bottom of my breasts if I so
much as shrugged my shoulders; and my bikini skirt. The one that doesn't quite
make it all the way round me. Emma was wearing a very short tight skirt that
only just covered her butt. I reckoned that after we had walked a hundred yards
or so, her cheeks would be hanging out of it (and that's just the rear view).
With it she wore a white half-cup lace bra. When I looked hard I could see all
her nipples and aureole. Chloe thought that she was being cleaver wearing a thin
cotton 'A' skirt, it wasn't that short, but I smiled as I though what the wind
would do with it. On her top she wore her bikini top. Not very revealing, but
the straps were tied together, so I could imaging Jon having a bit of fun with
that.
As we had a drink in the bar before leaving, Jon persuaded Emma and Chloe to
prove that they didn't have anything on underneath. Emma didn't really need to
as I could already see her 'short and curlies' as she perched on a bar stool,
but she obviously hadn't realised that, and stood up and wiggled her bum as she
pulled the skirt up and then down. Chloe hadn't moved, and Jon had to say 'Come
on Chloe, lift that skirt right up and show us what you've got." There was a bit
of a blush on her face as she put her drink down and lifted her skirt up; right
as 2 youngish men turned the corner coming towards us. Chloe quickly dropped her
skirt, but it was too late. One of the men said, "Nice Beaver honey" as the
walked past us. Chloe was bright red as Jon gave her her drink back and said,
"Drink that."
After a minute or so, Chloe said, "What about you Vanessa, you haven't proved
that you've got nothing on under that skirt." Jon laughed and said, "I would
have though that that was obvious, but OK, Vanessa, take the skirt off." Well,
what else could I do, I got off the bar stool and undid the bow. I let one end
drop and was stood there wearing only my little top and shoes. Not wanting to
get in trouble with Jon I just stood there as they all looked at my bald pussy
for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually Jon said, "Turn round just to prove
that you've nothing hidden behind you." As I turned I saw the 2 men looking
directly at me. I stopped with my back to Jon and the girls waiting for Jon to
say something. The 2 men started smiling so I stood there smiling back, and I
didn't hear Jon telling me to turn round and put my skirt back on. The next
thing I knew was Jon's hand landing on my backside. Without thinking I said,
"One - thank you Master" before Jon said, "I told you to put the skirt back on."
As I was fastening the skirt Emma said, "You really are Jon's slave aren't you?"
"Yes I am." I replied. We finished our drinks, left the Hotel and walked towards
'town'. It wasn't long before Chloe was complaining about the wind. We went into
a cafe‚ cum bar and ordered some drinks and food. By the time we'd finished our
food the place had livened-up quite a bit and Jon took us onto the dance floor.
Needless to say our skirts were giving the audience a good show. Chloe didn't
seem to care any more, I think the alcohol was working.
We didn't stay there long before moving onto to somewhere quieter. A little bar
under some shops that had a TV on in one corner, and a Pool Table in a separate
room. There were some teenagers in there playing pool and we sat in one corner
waiting to have a game. Emma said that she hoped that they would go before we
started playing, but they didn't. I'm sure that the lads had seen out short
skirts and wanted to watch us. When we got up they got some fresh drinks and sat
round the edge watching. There were 3 boys and 2 girls all about 15 or 16.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) the Pool Table was quite big, and we all had to
bend right over most of the time. The boys and girls were giggling as Chloe
struggled to keep her modesty as she took her turn. It was me next and I
deliberately pointed my ass at the boys and girls as I slowly took my shot. As I
bent over I could feel my little skirt riding up my back. I knew that they must
have had a great view. I could hear them whispering as I opened my legs to
steady myself before taking the shot. I think that I was enjoying it as much as
they were, and really took my time. So much so that Emma said, "Come on Vanessa,
stop messing about and get on with it." I took the shot and missed the ball. If
I hadn't of had so much to drink I might have been a bit embarrassed. Not at
showing the kids my pussy, at missing the ball.
It was Emma's go next, and she went to shoot from the same end as me. As she
bent over her tight skirt rode up over her cheeks. It stayed up as she stood up
to move round the table a bit. I don't know if she realised cos she didn't do
anything about it, but the kids were staring at her every move. Even the girls
were staring at her pussy. I was looking at the kids when she bent over again to
take the shot and one of the lads chin dropped as his eyes opened wide.
It was Jon's go next and while he was taking it, I heard the kids talking. One
of the lads was asking the girls if they would play dressed like us. One of them
said, "No" straight off, but the other said, "How do you know that I've got any
knickers on under this skirt?" That shut him up for a while, and before he could
answer it was Chloe's go again, and she bent over to take her shot. Jon put his
hand on her back and bent over to tell her how to take the shot. What she didn't
realise was that as he got up he carefully untied her bikini top. When she stood
up it dropped to the floor. I guess that the alcohol had dulled her senses a bit
cos it took her a full minute to realise that it had gone. Of course the lads
noticed straight away and were staring at her big tits. When she finally
realised she tried to cover them up which just made the lads (and us) laugh.
Chloe finally managed to get her bikini top back on, and then it was my turn. I
could have taken an easy shot from the opposite end to the kids, but Jon told me
to go take a shot from the kids end. As much as I tried I couldn't reach to take
the shot. In the end I decided that I would have to kneel on the table edge to
get at the ball. As I climbed up my little skirt fell open revealing my whole
backside to the kids. When I bent over to take the shot by knees were apart and
my backside in the air. All 5 of those kids and Chloe and Emma, who had helped
me get on the table, got a fantastic view of my juices leaking out of my pussy.
The thought of all those people staring at my open pussy really got them
flowing. Somehow I managed to get the ball in the hole and I stayed there
saying, "I did it!" over and over. In the end Jon came up behind me and said,
"Ok, so you got it in the hole, I can do that as well," and he pushed his thumb
in my pussy and grabbed my pubic bone and pulled me back down onto the floor.
That hurt a bit as I bounced down, but nothing compared to the pain when Jon
uses the cane on me.
Emma was next and she had just one shot that she could take. Guess what? It was
from the kids end. I think that the alcohol was getting Emma a bit as well, cos
she decided that she was going to lay right on the table to take the shot. She
moved a chair over to the table to help her get high enough to get on. As she
climbed on the chair her skirt rode up over her bum and when she stood up
straight she looked down at her neatly trimmed pussy hair and said, "Ooh look,
you can see my pussy." Before she could say anything else Jon said, "Come on
Emma, we've all seen it before, get on with the shot." She lay down over the end
of the table with her legs wide apart and started lining up the shot. Just as
she was about to take the shot Jon (who had crept up behind her) pushed a couple
of his fingers right in her pussy. Needless to say she missed the shot and she
swore as Jon pulled his fingers out and lifted her down.
Jon announced that he though that it was time we were going, and told us to get
ourselves ready. Emma wiggled her skirt back over her butt and we moved towards
the door. As I passed the kids I heard one of the lad say "The lucky bastard."
We headed back to the hotel and we all went up to our room for a final drink. As
soon as I got into our room I took my top and skirt off and Jon stripped of as
well. Emma's skirt was half way over her bum and she collapsed onto the bed with
her legs open showing us a rather wet looking pussy. Chloe was quite drunk by
then and she "Well if you can, then so can I," and she slowly took her skirt and
bikini top off. Jon was getting the drinks and as he offered one to Emma she got
up off the bed, grabbed the drink and went into the bathroom. When she came out
she was naked and came straight up to me and kissed me full on the lips.
Meanwhile Chloe had staggered over to Jon and grabbed his dick which was
starting to get hard. She was mumbling something about wanting Jon's nice dick
and she slid down him and took him in her mouth.
We had a mini orgy with us all fucking each other. Emma tasted nice, but Chloe
was a bit sickly, and I couldn't find her clit. I managed to get Emma to cum
twice whilst they all got me to cum. In the end we all fell asleep on top of the
bed.
Saturday December 19
The next thing I knew was that the sun was shining and there were people talking
on next door's balcony. When I looked out there was a young couple staring into
our room and at the 4 naked bodies strewn all over the beds. I got up and opened
the glass doors to the balcony, walked out and said, "good morning." The woman
looked a bit shocked, but the bulge in the man's shorts told me that he was
enjoying what he saw. The noise of the door opening had woken the others up and
they slowly walked out to join me. Jon brought a bottle of water with him and
passed it around. After a minute or so, Chloe realised that she was naked on the
balcony with strangers watching her. She went inside to get dressed. Jon
realised what time it was, and told Emma and Chloe that we had a plane to catch
and that they would have to leave. Theirs was an afternoon flight whilst we had
to leave in an hour. We said our goodbyes and we headed for the shower. I was
quite surprised that I didn't have a hang-over, Jon said that he didn't have one
either, but I bet that Emma and Chloe did.
When we came out of the shower the couple next door were still on their balcony,
and still watching us. We packed our things, then got dressed. Jon had me wear
just a skirt and top, but before I could put them on I had to put my Ben Wa
balls inside me, and I had to do it in full view of our neighbours who were
still watching me (us). I could see that I was going to have an interesting
journey home.
When we had checked our luggage in we went through customs to the departure
lounge. The security people were getting everyone to walk through some sort of
x-ray arch. It bleeped when I went through and this man told me to go through
again. It bleeped again. It was obvious that I wasn't carrying anything so he
ran this x-ray stick thing up and down close to my body. As it got near my
stomach it bleeped over and over. I realised that it must have found Ben and
wondered what he would do. I had pictures running through me head of being taken
into a room and told to strip off. Then having to have an internal examination.
I wondered if I would enjoy it, but I didn't get the chance. The man just shook
his 'stick' then put it in front of my stomach again. When it bleeped again he
shook his head and waved me on. In a way I was a little disappointed. It could
have been interested.
Jon wanted to walk about the departure lounge which meant that Ben was working
hard. After about 10 minutes I grabbed his arm and stood there and shook as an
orgasm took control of me. I think that Jon had forgotten about Ben because he
looked a bit surprised at first, then his face changed to a smile. When I'd
calmed down we went and got a coffee and waited for the plane.
Amazingly enough the plane took off on time, but it wasn't long before I
realised that the 4 hour journey was going to take its toll on me. The constant
background vibrations of the plane were keeping Ben working ever so slowly. The
tingling in my pussy wouldn't stop. I tried to think about other things but the
tingling would not go away. I could feel my juices slowly seeping out of me and
I decided that I had better lift the back of my skirt over my bum. I didn't want
to have a big wet patch on my skirt for everyone to see as we walked through
East Midlands Airport. I wriggled about to hitch my skirt up and held one of the
magazines on my lap so that no one could see too much. When the flight attendant
came to give us our meal I accidentally knocked the magazine off my lap as I
release the little table from the seat in front. The flight attendant looked a
little startled when she realised that she could see all my thighs, right up to
my stomach; but she just carried on as if nothing had happened.
We finished the meal and I made sure that the magazine stayed in place when the
food trays were collected. After that Jon went to sleep, but the tingling in my
pussy was building up. I could feel an orgasm slowly building from deep inside
me. About 3 hours into the journey I just couldn't fight it any more and it hit
me. I grabbed Jon's arm and trembled something wicked. I was squeezing Jon's arm
so much that he woke up to see me trying desperately to keep my mouth shut. I
wanted to scream. My body felt like it was about to explode. In the end I think
that did let out a bit of a moan, but I think that I held it quite well really.
One of the flight attendants walked by as I was coming down from my high. She
stopped and asked me if I was alright. I daren't open my mouth, and Jon managed
to persuade her that I was OK.
The rest of the flight wasn't too bad. Another orgasm was slowly building up
inside me, but we landed before it hit me. When I got up off my seat I managed
to get my skirt back down before anyone (even Jon) noticed. I looked at the seat
and wondered how long it had to dry before the next person sat in it. It looked
as if someone had spilt a whole bottle of water on it. If only they knew. The
walk through passport control to the luggage collection area finished me off,
and I had to go to the toilet. As soon as I got in there my skirt was up and my
fingers were working on my clit. It took only seconds for me to cum again.
When I went out Jon had our cases and was waiting for me. When we went outside
the cold really hit me. My nipples went like bullets in as much time as it takes
a bullet to leave a gun. I was glad that we didn't have long to wait for a taxi
to take us home.
The house was cold when we got there, and Jon let me keep my skirt and top on
until things warmed-up, but I had to keep Ben in for the rest of the day. I had
3 more orgasms as I did the housework. That night I begged Jon to fuck me before
going to sleep. He did, and at last I felt that I had got what I needed.
Sunday December 20
We both woke up late and had a lazy day. After reading the papers Jon spent most
of the day sorting out the mail and other such things. Nothing exciting
happened.
