5 comments/ 162674 views/ 26 favorites Honey for the Bee By: Tomsparty Chapter 1 - Be my girl It's the summer holidays. You are shopping in town when you bump into Tina, a stunning, ceramic beauty from college. She's no more than 19, dressed to kill and groomed to Olympic standards. You fancy her like chronic. You all do. But unlike your mates you've not a had a significant girlfriend since Kim. You've been deprived of nookey. Tina politely acknowledges you speaking in a low sexy whisper. She's wearing an expensive, well fitting mini dress and posses a pair of lips that could suck the chrome plate off a bumper. You nervously engage her in conversation. 'Hello, what are you doing?' She smiles at you vacantly. 'I've just bought a new swimming costume, wanna see?' You'd prefer sex but to develop the relationship you nod enthusiastically and your cock stirs in your pants as if awakening from a deep sleep. With beautifully manicured hands with long nails in a luscious pink she opens the carrier bag and proudly shows you her purchase. It's a sexy bikini top and matching briefs in a dazzling polar white. 'It's very sexy,' you say. 'I bet it looks terrific on. Are you going on holiday or...?' Your voice trails and Tina smiles warmly. You've always had a thing about women's swimming costumes and as you wonder if it would fit your cock stiffens. Tina doesn't notice but seems to read your mind and holds the bikini and briefs against you. Shoppers nearby watch with amusement and you blush profusely. 'Come round tomorrow, the forecast is lovely and I'll show you what it looks on.' Your pulse races and your heart pounds frantically. You're honoured. 'Where do you live?' you ask. You didn't know the house but knew her road. Everyone did. The locals call it "Millionaires Row" on account of it being the home of stockbrokers and dot com millionaires. Full of palatial houses with expensive cars and landscaped gardens. You never dreamt she lived there - sexy, beautiful, bright and wealthy, this is your lucky day. Eagerly you agree. The following day Tina, dressed in a tiny mini skirt flippantly whisks you through her house, your mouth wide open, to a magnificent indoor pool. You're in a state of shock, you never realised she lived in such an amazing house with a pool that resembled a private members spa. You feel like a pauper and to make matters worse you hadn't bought your swimming trunks. The pool is breathtaking - almost full size and built inside a luxurious conservatory surrounded by glass and potted plants. The roof, also glass, slides back for sunny days. And Tina is right the weather is fabulous, the suns shining and you're already feeling hot and sticky. 'Pour yourself a drink while I slip into this,' she waggles her new tiny white bikini round a finger and disappears behind a door. You rub your hands jubilantly and spot the mouth-watering jug of punch. You pour yourself a tall glass. You've no idea what it is but it tastes deliciously alcoholic. You're having your second as Tina bursts dramatically through the door in high heels and her "to die for" new two piece. She looks sensational and extremely pretty. 'What do you think?' she cry's, 'fancy a swim?' You study her slim subtle body and how her bikini moulds itself to her body leaving nothing to your imagination. Her legs look incredibly long, her waist tiny and her tits, full and firm. 'It's great,' you say dribbling your punch already feeling light-headed, 'but I can't join you I've nothing to wear.' Tina smirks and parades provocatively in front of you, swinging her hips, stretching her long willowy legs like a catwalk model. 'I'm sorry, darling how remiss of me I should have said about our pool. Don't worry I'm sure I've something suitable.' She turns on her heels and rummages in a nearby cupboard, bending at the waist causing her bikini briefs to stretch taught across her curvy bottom so the crack between her cheeks is delightfully visible. She knows you're watching and wiggles her shapely hips tantalisingly, the tie on her bikini top swaying across her perfectly formed shoulders. 'Yes... here we are, wear this swimsuit. It's shape enhancing and very accommodating.' She says it as if that made it alright and held the bubblegum pink costume out proudly stretching it this way and that as if proving a point. She studies it as if for the first time and looks at you estimating your size. 'I'm sure it will fit. You'll love this type as it has a tummy control panel and it's made of power mesh, Lycra and Elsatine.' You laugh nervously. 'Is it yours?' Tina looks awkward but manages a rather odd nod and avoids looking you in the eye. You find her reaction strange. 'Hmm! Nice but I can't wear that. It's for girls. ...Haven't you got anything else?' She doesn't even look again. 'No, nothing,' she says sternly fingering the waistband of her briefs. 'Don't you want to swim with me?' Of course you do and if the truth is to be told wearing her sexy costume is strangely appealing yet you don't want her to know that. She's the type of girl that likes her men to be men - therefore wearing a ladies swimming costume will do nothing for your already fragile masculinity. Speechless you nod as she wraps her slender naked arms around your waist. You feel her warm, soft skin and smell her sexy perfume. She smiles flashing her pearly white teeth and gives you an affectionate kiss on the lips. Then she ushers you into the changing room from where she came. Inside you see her clothes and more importantly her lacy white lingerie lying neatly on a bench. Your cock stiffens as she makes you stand in the middle of the floor as she undresses you. She takes everything off, one after another, as if unwrapping you, until there you are, stark bollock naked with an erection on the front of you like a stubby pencil. In some ways, you feel uncomfortable standing there in a strange house, but what came next is so indescribably delicious, you could put up with it anytime. She takes your tiny erection in one warm hand and gives you a long, deep, hot kiss. You melt and feel faint. You haven't got a large cock, but what you've got could have harpooned a walrus. You feel like a lucky boy. 'Look,' she says soothingly, 'I understand your reluctance but I'm alone in this big house, my parents are out and I know they would be furious if you swam naked. So how about it?' You smirk and reluctantly take the swimming costume from her, your hands trembling slightly, your throat dry. She turns and rummages in another cupboard. 'Oh! And look darling, here's a matching crochet fringed sarong too.' You're not really looking - The swimsuit is amazing and feels ridiculously expensive. The tag says 'Go Gay' which makes you smile to yourself. With a plunge neck and tiny straps you assume its more for show than serious swimming. You guess it's a size too small as to get it over your hips you have to heave it skywards with all your might. The industrial-strength material, strains apart but doesn't misshapen. You take a deep breath and concentrate on the task as Tina looks on approvingly. After a few seconds pleased with your progress she scoops up the sarong and skips back to the pool stopping momentarily to blow you a kiss before disappearing behind the door. 'See you in a minute,' she chimes. It's a struggle but once you've got the costume to your waist you wiggle a bit to get it too your chest then pull the first tiny strap over your shoulder. Tiny it may be but its as taught as a wire on a suspension bridge and capable of supporting as much. You feel your chest concave and... Hold on! You stop and realise perhaps you're behaving rather too eager. Boys don't wear girls swimming costumes. You think for a moment and though the costume turns you on you don't want to put off Tina who's obviously feeling up for it. Then you have it - There's no need to pull it any further and with carefully rolling the swimsuit looks like an unbelievably tight pair of trunks that even Harry Houdini couldn't break free from. Pleased with your handiwork you bundle your clothes into a heap, place them next to hers and step cautiously on your toes back into the pool, your eyes watering with every step. Tina is waiting patiently; relaxing on a cushioned lounger, drink in hand, sunglasses on head. 'No, no, no darling... You can't wear the suit like that, you'll ruin it.' She tuts disapprovingly and shakes her head violently, 'and you certainly can't swim topless. What will the neighbours think?' Before you can argue, she's up and her manicured hands are once again around your waist tugging at the stretchy costume. Soon, with a little effort, the maximum-security chastity belt is up around your chest. 'Oh!' You gasp as the gusset immediately compacts your tiny cock into pulp like a car crusher and you feel faint. Your hip bones bruise from the bone-mashing costume, your circulation feels cut and your torso is deadened of all feeling. You wince and pluck the costume from between your arse cheeks but the overall effect is nothing short of miraculous. Trussed up like an overripe bondage queen you look down at your feminised form. What you see is a an amazing surprises. With slight padding the underwired breasts give you an enviable figure but rather than be horrified it really turns you on. You're now feeling quite drunk and giddy, you're unsure if it's the alcoholic punch or the costume but a strange thing happens - a deliciously warm glow spirals within you. 'Ooh!' you gasp, it feels lovely despite doubting you can sit let alone swim. ' Strap by strap Tina manhandles them over each shoulder. It's quite a struggle and as she snaps the final innocent looking strap in place you feel totally emansicated. 'Mmm,' You murmur as your mind wanders and your hands roam all over your body exploring your smooth gusset and flat tummy. Are these a few of the discomforts borne by the average female trying to look as good as she can and to hell with the consequences? Surely not... Yet it does feel incredibly good. 'My God!' Tina gasps, 'you look amazing. You look absolutely fabulous. The suit is so flattering. You've such a flat tummy and beautiful long legs. Come here darling, give me a hug.' You walk towards her unable to stop shaking your hips from side to side in an exaggerated swagger. You catch your reflection in a window and smile to yourself. God! you do look good. It creates quite an illusion and despite the strong stretchy material it clings to your body like a second skin yet looks light and fragile as if it could be torn off with a strong hand from an over zealous admirer. Oh! The thought makes your cock judder in its tight cocoon as if gripped by a powerful force. You shake your head to clear your thoughts. 'Your skin is so soft.' Tina says rubbing her hands over your slender shoulders. 'Your skin is so smooth its like a babies.' Her hands slowly descend down your back over your rounded bottom. 'Your butt is so taut - like a succulent peach fleshy and firm...' She giggles. 'Ripe and ready to eat.' Her hands stroke the stretched Lycra and her fingernails tickle your thigh. 'Sweetie, can I ask you a personal question.' You nod. 'Do you shave or wax?' You manage a girlish giggle and shake your head. 'Oh, darling you're so lucky you've got this summers luminous look. Tell me you're secret. Do you exfoliate everyday, soak in coconut milk regularly, moisturise or cream? You begin to blush. 'No, don't be daft of course not. I'm a guy we don't do that.' 'Mmm!' she purrs like a cat, unconvinced. 'But you're different, you're not like an ordinary guy, are you?' 'I don't know what you mean,' you say feeling awkward, wishing you hadn't agreed to wear the sexy swimsuit. 'Oh! Darling I think you do. A boy like you with such a sexy feminine figure can't be real. Here, put these on and show me your legs in all their glory.' She kicks off her high-heeled shoes and hands them to you and inexplicably you bend at the waist (with some difficulty I might add) and slip them on your feet. Immediately propelled forward you sway unsteadily for a moment then getting your balance strut about the pool like some beach babe. Tina loves it clapping and suggesting ways for you to limply hold your hand and sway your hips. You love it too and just as you begin to feel more confident - She notices the tiny bulge in your groin. 'Oh baby! How cute. Isn't it the sweetest thing.' She points to the tiny mound in your groin. 'It's hardly noticeable. It looks like a girls.' 'That's not fair,' you hiss, 'I'm cold and this suit is splitting me apart.' 'Oh! Poor baby come here.' she says sweetly. You melt and step gingerly forward. 'Look, see,' she takes your hand and rubs it gently over her own briefs and feminine mound. You gasp at her forwardness as you feel her bush through the bikini. 'Now lets compare.' She then puts your hand gently over your own groin. You pull it away shyly but she keeps hers in place firmly cupping your cock massaging it gently through the Lycra. You feel the heat emanating from her soft hand and almost immediately your cock begins to twitch and harden despite the almost unbearable tightness of the costume. 'Oh darling I see you do enjoy wearing my sexy tight costume. Let's be girls together. We will have such fun.' With your squished cock in her hand you raise your eyes as if in prayer. Its then you notice the roof or lack of it. While you'd been changing Tina had pressed a button and sent the roof of the pool sliding back and the water is now bathed in bright sunlight. It's hot, you're hot and Tina stretches out on a sun lounger with another two tall glasses of punch. 'Come darling, come and lay down with me, let's be girls together. I'll show you how to worship your own body. I've made us both another drink. They're lovely. Bit strong but lovely.' She's right, you've never tasted such an alcoholic drink and before long you begin to relax under the influence. But you've a worry - the alcohol may spoil your performance later if, as you hope, Tina wants you to use your cock. She seems unconcerned and hands you a pair of contemporary bridge sunglasses and coats your lips with a sun protector. After a few minutes you feel the sun begin to burn. 'Be a love and rub, this oil into my back.' She asks. You happily oblige. 'I thought we where going swimming?' you ask as you rub her beautiful shoulders the oil glistening on her skin. 'We are - I just thought we could top up our tans before the others get here.' You freeze. 'Others.' You say. 'You never said anything about others coming.' 'You never asked.' she giggles, 'but don't worry it's just Clare, Lucy and Kim from college.' 'B, B, but you stammer. They'll laugh at me wearing this swimsuit. And Kim, of all people. You know we went out together and she always teased me as weedy.' 'No they won't. Darling you look lovely. If anything they'll be jealous.' The girls all arrive together clutching swimming bags. And she's right, they where jealous. They didn't recognise you at first but they gave you suspicious catty glances. 'Aren't you the guy with no knob?' Lucy asks winking at Kim. You shake your head vigorously and Tina comes to your aid. 'He's got a knob it's just very small.' Tina points to the feminine mound where your cock is and the girls all laugh. Ok so they joke, who wouldn't, but after a while and a few more drinks they relax and behave quite sweetly to you. They treat you like one of the girls even contemplating you on your swim suit and how it flatters your figure in some way or other. Soon they change and as you all bask on sun loungers dressed in itsy-bitsy bikinis and swimsuits you feel surprisingly comfortable and at ease. The level of agony inflicted by the swimsuit is even becoming bearable. You feel like the luckiest boy at college, as you look at all the gorgeous girls around you. Clare's wearing a stunning white and pink flowered tankini top with matching high leg bikini briefs, Kim is wearing a black ruched side swimsuit and Lucy is wearing a fuchsia coloured underwired bikini top and plain high leg bikini briefs. You'd never been surrounded by some many luscious babes wearing so little. You wish your mates could see you now... then on second thoughts as your costume works between your arse cheeks threatening to cut you in two like a block of cheese with a wire you think otherwise. You don't feel very masculine, in fact you feel positively girly. How can you be manly dressed in the tight pink costume so rather than fight it you begin to relax and think of yourself as a young girl. Like any teenager stretched out on the comfy lounger you look down at your feminised figure. Your cocks vanished; your legs seem to stretch out endlessly, your hips womanly, waist tiny and your stomach flat. Suddenly you realise how you easily could be mistaken as one of the girls. Tina sits next to you and starts rubbing oil into your back careful not to get it on the tiny straps. Kim watches intently, 'You love wearing that suit, don't you? She asks. You feel your face turn beetroot red. 'Err, no,' you say unconvincingly. Kim laughs sensing your unease but she doesn't seem bothered. 'With a hot little body like yours it deserves to be shown off.' Clare laughs. 'Isn't he a darling. I wish my legs where long, silky and smooth like yours.' She slides sylph-like off her lounger and rubs her supple hands along your legs up your thighs towards your bum. 'Mmm,' she purrs rubbing your peachy arse with the palm of her hand. 'You're a dazzler you should be a model. I bet you'd break many a mans heart.' They talk about boyfriends and after a while the conversation turns to your name. 'I mean your name isn't a bad name,' Lucy says doubtfully, 'but perhaps we should call you something a little more pretty, feminine, cute. In short, a more girly like name.' 'How about sissy,' Kim proposes. 'or fairy? Or what about faggot?' 'Shut up, Kim,' Tina shouts. 'You're not being helpful. What about "Honey" - short and to the point and with just a hint of mystery. After all, with your long legs, curvy figure and beautiful hair you're a girl and no mistake. There isn't a man that wouldn't take you in their arms and give you a thorough seeing to given half the chance. You look like a stunning beach babe, a cute bubbly girl who likes her drink, men and sex.' Tina says cheerfully. 'Girls blood coarse through your veins. A beautiful girl in a beautiful swim suit, eager for fun, romance and adventure.' The girls all laugh and you try to relax as they all pamper you. Lucy not wanting to miss out joins in and gently brushes your hair with her brush. 'I should introduce you to my sister she designs and makes swim suits and is always looking for the right model.' 'Stop teasing him,' Tina says massaging your back even harder, he can't help looking like a girl.' You blush and Tina is quick to pounce. 'I bet you look stunning in seamed stockings, high heels and a little black number.' The girls all laugh. 'I see him more as a mini-dress kind of girl.' chirps Clare. 'Stop it, stop it!' you say. But secretly you don't want them to stop and as Tina massages your shoulders, Kim fondles your bum, Clare manicures your nails and Lucy combs your hair you listen in a dream like state, your little cock hardening as they discuss what you'd look like in sexy lingerie, evening wear and party wear. They talk animatedly about clothes as if you're a child's dolly swapping outfits on you at random; tight lace panties, frilly cami-knickers, fancy bras, tights, fish-net stockings - it's heaven. They even talk about sex and how the shorter skirt allows quicker action. On and on they talk. 'I don't wear panties when I'm on a promise,' adds Clare merrily. Honey for the Bee Her revelation makes the others laugh. 'What about you Honey? Do you wear panties when feeling lucky?' 'Mmm!' you muse but as you consider a reply Tina leans down and whispers seductively in your ear. 'Live the dream baby.' and you awake. Your crushed cock rock hard. You don't want the girls to see. What do you do? Terrified your enthusiasm will be seen; you jump up from the girls and leap into the pool. 'Last one in is a sissy,' you cry causing the girls to burst into fits of giggles and you laugh too as you realise what you'd said. Tina turns on a sound system and the pool fills with funky rhythmic beats. You splash about in the water watching the other girls gaze at you. 'Mmm!' The water soaks your suit and the stretchy fabric seems to cling like film to your body moulding itself to your girly form. Fortunately the waters warm, heated by the sun and it wasn't long before all the girls join you. Their long hair is soon drenched and slicked back and the water glistens on their skin. They all look fabulous and very sexy. Together you swim and play filling the pool with girlish screams and giggles of laughter. You have so much fun you completely forget your embarrassment and enjoy not only the tightness of the costume and the girls company but the way they treat you. Soon, you're all thirsty and you offer to get everyone some more punch. Tina gets out the pool with you and helps rub you down with a sumptuous fluffy white towel. Your cock begins to twitch again but this time Tina notices. 'I'm glad you're having such fun,' she says pointing to the unfeminine bulge in your groin, 'but your pleasure rather ruins the line of your pretty swimsuit. We need to stop that, don't we?' You nod. 'Wear this and retain some decency.' Without waiting for a reply she wraps the pretty sarong around your waist. It matches your suit beautiful and hides any masculinity completely. You love it and you step automatically into her heels, spinning on the tiled floor causing the sarong to spiral upwards flashing your swimsuit as if a pair panties. You blush. The sun is fiery - its midday, you need that drink but Tina has other ideas. 'You look so good will you let me make-up your face? Normally you'd refuse but dressed in the costume, perched on heels, surrounded by the pretty girls wearing a splash of colour seems so natural. Eagerly you sit on a poolside chair next to Tina and the tight costume threatens to split you in two. She opens her make-up bag and spread it's contents like a true artist on the table. First she paints your fingers then your toes. You're in heaven and give no thought to what you'll do when its time to go. The smell is intoxicating as you sit in a trance like state as she works applying gloss and powder. Next she brushes colour on your eyelids Your lashes are so loaded with mascara; they protrude from the lids like tarantula legs. Against your deep walnut coloured skin, she paints on the most vivid, almost fluorescent, shade of coral lipstick. Its a transfixing sight and the girls stop splashing in the water and watch almost mesmerised. Eventually Tina's done and you carefully stand flutter your eye lids and pout your painted lips to the appreciative audience. You feel beautiful, like a million dollars and very girly. As the girls cheer you skip lightly into the kitchen. It's like you're ill, as if you have a constant temperature. But its a disease that you never want cured. Somehow a young man is not meant to dress in women's clothes. Its a terrifying place to be. To know its wrong but want to do it. You feel as if you've lost yourself and that's part of the intoxication. The kitchen - It's lavish and amazing - you find the spirits and fix a huge tray of drinks. You rummage in the kitchen and find some large oranges that for a laugh you stuff in the cups of your costume. They're quite a squeeze but they look tremendously life like and bounce this way and that with even the slightest movement. Now with an amazing hourglass figure you check yourself in a mirror and experiment with different poses, bending backwards, swinging your hips and thrusting your chest forward to see how you look. Delighted with your sexy appearance you pick up the heavily laden tray and teeter precariously back to show the others. As you near the pool you hear the dance music and shrieks of laughter. You smile to yourself but suddenly - its quite then the sounds of joy turns to girlish screams and loud splashing. What's up? You quicken your step and as you enter the pool your smile is quickly wiped off your face. The girls out of the water are frantically collecting their things. You hear a strong American accent. Then as you stare agog one by one the girls dash semi-naked through the French doors clutching their clothes and scamper across the garden like fleeing animals. Confused you spin round and look for Tina. What you see gives you a start. You drop the tray with a resounding crash of glass. Chapter 2 - Caught and there's a catch A tall, man holds Tina aggressively by the arm. He's incredibly handsome but looks angry and violent. 'And who's this?' he shouts? 'H... H... Honey,' Tina stutters. 'Mmm! Is Honey in on this act too? Does she know?' he bellows. Tina shakes her head and looks close to tears. What do you do? Rush to her rescue or act as a defenceless young girl? You're unsure but you try and adopt a forceful stance which is difficult perched in towering high heels, dressed in a sexy swimsuit and your face heavily made up. 'Put her down. Who are you? What's your problem?' He laughs. 'Who am I? What's my problem? I can't believe your cheek you stupid girl. You've no idea who I am have you?' he turns and screams at Tina. 'This isn't Tina's house. She doesn't live here. She lives across town in a poky little house.' You look at Tina who nods her head shamefully. You feel as deflated as an old balloon. 'It's my house. We gave our spare house keys to Tina's parents to keep an eye on the place while my wife and I where away for a few days. Her dad works for me. I had to come back unexpectedly due to business... And I'm glad I did. What on earth do you think you're all doing. It defies believe. I should tell your parents. I could sack your Dad for this.' 'No please don't.' cry's Tina. The American looks unforgiving. 'I don't know why not. I may even call the police. You're trespassing and...' his voice trails off as he looks at the tray of broken glass, '...stealing and criminal damage.' Tina tries to look coy and innocent. 'We didn't mean any harm... honest.' The man snarls. 'I'm not happy and I'm not prepared to just forgive and forget. You've made a fool of me.' 'No, Please don't tell,' she pleads. 'My parents will be furious.' Tina crumples into tears at his feet. That's when he looks at you. His eyes bright and hungry like a wolfs. He quickly scans you from head to toe and his eyes sparkle wickedly. He stares at your tight costume with almost x-ray vision examining every curve and stretch of fabric. 'My, my my,' he says moistening his lips, 'I always thought Tina pretty but you're a little pistol.' What do you do? Confess or lie, risk humiliation dressed in a ladies swimsuit or pretend to be the pretty girl he thinks you are? It's a hard choice. You don't want to attract or repel him and above all you don't want Tina or her Dad to get in trouble. He smiles with criminal intent and you can't help notice the growing bulge in front of his trousers. 'We can either call the police, contact your parents or deal with this my way. What's it to be?' There's a horrible silence while Tina wipes her tears with a tissue and looks a broken girl. 'Y... Y... Your way,' she eventually sobs between sniffs. He smiles with satisfaction as if clinching a boardroom deal and sits on a nearby lounger dragging Tina over his knee her bikini briefs stretching across her rounded arse like the skin of a drum. 'You need to be taught a lesson little girl, a lesson you won't forget.' 'Smack.' His palm reigns down on her smooth arse, not particularly hard but enough to make her wince. 'Smack,' he strikes again and you stand there too scared to cry out, rooted to the spot watching as she squirms uncontrollably on his knee, crying and occasionally smiling. Yes, smiling - her reaction surprises you too. But you're sure you caught her little mouth creasing upwards as he spanks her. Smack after smack he administers until her beautiful rounded butt is red and sore. She cry's pleading for him to stop but he ignores her pathetic bleats. After about 20 strikes, you lose count, he lets her fall to the floor a simpering wreck. That is her salvation as he wants more and she's good for nothing.' He stands up and turns his attention to you. 'You seem unconcerned Honey. Do I make you nervous?' He pinches your bottom and walks around you peering at your sarong and what lies underneath. 'No'. You lie. 'Curious maybe.' 'Funny I'm feeling the same.' His voice is so deep and dirty, but unbelievably cool at the same time. 'You're a pretty young girl I haven't seen you playing around here before. You local?' 'Yes,' you say. 'Mmm! He murmurs. 'Your sarong is sexy but I can't see all of you. Raise it for me' 'Pardon' you say. 'You heard. Raise it,' he screams. Your eyes begin to water but terrified of what he might do you grasp the sarongs hem and gently lift it exposing your quivering thighs. 'Higher,' he barks and soon his glare is penetrating your groin or should I say cock. His eyes burn into you but its virtually indistinguishable having been crushed into a soft feminine mound by the eye-watering tight swimsuit. His smile tells you he likes what he sees. 'Very good, now Honey I want you to suck my cock.' He points to you flippantly unzipping the fly of his business suit. You can't believe your ears. Tina nods approvingly and her face clears as fast as the sky after a storm. She doesn't speak. Your eyes pleadingly look at her for direction. 'Do as he asks.' she whispers. 'Please!' He smiles confidently but then as he stares at your costume his forehead frowns and he looks at you quizzically. 'I don't believe it,' he screams, 'I thought there's something familiar about you.' You freeze - petrified he's seen through your disguise. 'You're in Clarissa's, my wife's best swimsuit which I bought from a recent business trip to Italy.' But his fury turns to mirth as he smirks and walks around you examining every curve. 'I can even see a resemblance but it looks a darn sight better on you than her.' He grabs the sarong and with a sharp tug rips it from your waist. You tremble with fear yet heave a sigh of relief pleased he hasn't discovered your real secret. 'My wife, bless her, deprived me of this pleasure so this is going to be particularly enjoyable. On your knees bitch.' Terrified, you obediently lower yourself to the floor. He steps forward and ceremoniously drops his trousers. 'Come on baby,' he screams as he flicks his briefs to one side and out springs his cock. It's massive like a policeman's truncheon. You've never seen such a beast. You look at Tina who's now dry eyed and is gazing mesmerised at his almighty dick. 'I wanna see your pretty pink painted lips on my cock.' He laughs deeply and grasps your head firmly with both his large hands. You focus your eyes on his approaching dagger and shift awkwardly in your heels causing your ever-so tight costume to slip yet further between your cheeks threatening to squish your own tiny cock until it vanishes up inside your groin. 'Come to daddy, my pretty bitch.' he says. You're terrified and like dirty water from a bath every remaining ounce of masculinity drains from you . 'Oh! And you can watch, Tina my sweet.' Slowly you open your mouth. You touch his quivering tip with your tongue, moisten its bulbous circumcised head then stretch your pink lips wide. He, watching from above seizes the opportunity and with a slow steady thrust of his hips glides his huge cock over your tongue into your hot, wet mouth. It's even bigger then you thought, you try to swallow but he pushes forward tirelessly and you gag as it touches the back of your throat. What's happening to you? Your body's awash with ecstasy knowing you've caused this strangers sexual arousal. But you can't stop yourself. You want to experience more of the thrill - the power - that a woman can have over a man's body. You lower your glistening pink lips to encircle his cock. It slides slowly in the recess of your mouth, filling you with its growing size. 'Mmm!' You let it slide deeply down your throat and then pull it slowly away, watching it emerge again from its moist bondage, this time marked with the pink stains of your lipstick. 'That's it bitch.' he gasps clearly delighted with your performance. You're relieved. You look into his eyes and smile softly, then slowly draw the cock back between your lips. As it moves inside your mouth, you bath it with your tongue; trembling with excitement as you feel the fleshy organ shudder in reaction to your ministrations. Then you start to suck on the tip of the cock, trying to draw out all of the sexual energy you know is hidden deep within the bulging shaft. Your body begins to shudder and you're overcome with the desire to have him come deep within you're throat. You draw his cock in and out of you're mouth rapidly, each time increasing the pressure of you're lips and teeth against its warm flesh. In the background, you hear him moan, first softly then with increasing intensity. In support, his thick cock begins to move and shudder against your mouth. You open your lips quickly, gasp for air, then return to the passionate battle that had beset your body. With all the calmness you can muster, you begin to lick the length of his cock. When you reach the crown of his shaft, you again suck it, long and eagerly. These actions are more than he can stand and you hear him cry out in ecstasy just as he releases the first spurt of semen into your mouth. At first you choke as the thick syrup pours into your throat. But you quickly adjust to the salty taste and oily texture of his sperm. You increase the pressure of your lips against his cock and at the same time intensify your sucking action, hopeful of extracting every bit of sexual balm from deep inside his body. Predictably he shudders again and moans, his cock exploding with globules of thick sperm, which you eagerly siphon deep into your throat. You've bought a man - to climax. But rather than be repulsed - you're in heaven and you can feel your body react as though experiencing an involuntary orgasm. He hasn't finished. He manhandles you across a lounger. Your hands grip the smooth side, Your head, rests on a cushion. Your shiny hair that up until now had retained its hold falls forward over your face. Tina stands in front of you and spreads her legs wide. You gaze at her Lycra coated fanny and for a moment believes you've one too. You smell her sex but as you breathe her excitement she steps back a pace, bends at the waist levels and her head to yours. 'Be brave,' she whispers clutching your hands tenderly. You gaze into her eyes helplessly as like a beast possessed he tears at your costume, which surprisingly offers little resistance to his strong hand. Still holding Tina's hand he presses your head firmly into a cushion and you hear him fumble with his own cock. 'No, no,' you mumble, 'Please, no.' But your pleas fall on deaf ears as suddenly you feel it. His hard cock pressing up against your arse. His hand drifts to your tender bottom cheeks, softly caressing, drawing you close. You tremble with a peculiar blend of excitement and fear as his firm cock presses harder and harder against your spinchter. Yet strangely, rather than be repulsed you begin to relax and enjoy the experience. 'Be a good girl and let me in your honey pot,' he shrieks. But you're speechless as Tina squeezes your hands reassuringly. 'I want my cock deep inside you. I want to fuck you like a woman should be fucked; I need to experience my cock pushing deep into you - thick and hard - I want to feel it explode with pleasure deep within your body.' He slides the torn remnants of your swimsuit aside as if peeling the most delicate, precious object in the world. He sees your own cock and your secrets out but he's totally undaunted. Then it happens. You gasp, you feel dizzy as inch-by-inch he works his huge cock inside. You scream in pain, fearful of splitting but nothing comes from your mouth as he rocks back and forth driving his hot cock deep inside your arse. Back and forth, back and forth he rocks, his hands firmly on your hips. Your mind spins hopelessly as you emit embarrassing, small piggy snorts. He rides you for some minutes, your hand still held by Tina. Then as his cock jerks and rears up ready to spurt you catch some movement out in the garden. You glance sideways to see three pairs of eyes peering through the window. Your eyes widen with fright. Kim, Clare and Lucy are back having sneaked up to the glass to see what's going on. You look in terror as Kim raises a camera to capture you with the strangers massive cock firmly up your arse. Then as if on queue it happens again. He arches his back and spurts his thick load into your arse. Your face contorts with pleasure as Kim's camera flashes and he fills you with his thick sticky seed. You can't help but shut your eyes for a moment but open them as the girls all applaud loudly. Alerted by the commotion his cock still up your arse he turns to face the garden and the girls. You fear the worst its inevitable that he will see them. But instead of screaming abuse he waves at them, pulls out of you, zips up his fly and smiles. 'Come back in, you did good.' Confused you turn to see Tina grinning broadly as if none of this has happened. 'What?' you ask. The stranger gives Tina a hug. 'Well done Tina. You and your friends got me a great one.' He looks at you with satisfaction as you struggle to get off the lounger. You totter on your heels, your face turning crimson as your swim suit hangs down in tatters, you're flaccid cock dangling for all to see. 'He's a cock sucker alright but what a great lay. I'd like to do that again. You deserve your swim now help yourself to more drinks. Stay here as long as you like.' The girls all jump for joy and dive back into the pool except Tina. 'Well,' he says directing his attention to her as if having second thoughts. 'At least until 6.00 when Clarissa my wife's due home. And, of course don't forget to tidy up before you go.' He smacks Tina playfully on the rump but leaves his hand in place as she pushes back against his palm. 'Let me know when you've another victim.' Tina smiles. 'As long as you tell me off too.' She grins as he slaps her playfully once more and strides purposefully out the door. Your flabbergasted you turn to Tina cum still dribbling from your mouth and realise you've been had. Do you dare go swimming again? Do you forgive Tina? Does Clarissa find out what you did to her costume? Does Lucy get you to model for her sister and more importantly what happens to the incriminating photos taken by Kim? And does the American get another opportunity to have his wicked way with you again? Or... The choice is yours - the beach is waiting.