Coralia looked down at her quivering breasts and watched the leader toy with her nipples. Watching him play with her only increased her excitement as she saw her nipples harden even more into tight thrusting knots. Coralia moaned lustily as she felt her nipples tighten into turgid peaks of inflamed nerves that somehow seemed connected directly to her pussy. Her breasts dominated her sight, and she couldn’t see her belly, but she could see her hips thrusting back and forth in blatant arousal. For just a moment, she felt like a gorgeous star with all these men ogling her spectacular nude form enticingly displayed before them.
Coralia was silent as she watched the reaction her nude body had on the men standing in front of her. Their shameless eyes were caressing every inch of her body and she had to close her eyes to try to stop the needy throbbing in her pussy. Her body seemed to hunger after being displayed in front of these men. Her hips were continuing to weave slowly but temptingly on their own in an erotically seductive dance.
All these feelings were new to her, yet she found she liked the power and the excitement her body produced in these men. She opened her eyes again and saw several men licking their lips and rubbing their hands together as if they couldn’t wait to feel and taste her. This made the flames in her pussy go even higher and she let her head fall back as a lusty moan escaped her lips. She wanted this bondage, but with someone she loved and without the fear.
The guide continued tracing the tip of the knife over her breasts, toying with them. Coralia sucked in her breath in a panic, trying to get her breasts away from this knife. She shivered with fear as well as erotic stimulation. Her hips swiveled back and forth while she moaned softly. She still couldn’t figure out why she felt this way but wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop, but she only wanted George to do these things to her.
The guide seemed to enjoy toying with her spectacular breasts and nipples. As he began to pinch her nipples with his fingers, Coralia realized he was doing what all the other fishermen wanted to do, play with her breasts. While the guide teased her enraptured figure, the two other fishermen stayed back enjoying the show. The flames in her quivering pussy were growing higher and she couldn’t believe her body’s reaction to this humiliation.
The knife would travel all around her breasts toying with her womanly mounds occasionally, leaving little shallow nips that felt like little pinches on her breasts. Every little touch with the knife sent excited pulses to her nipples and soon they were distended, rigid like pebbles. Her nipples were thrusting towards all those lusting eyes and imaginary tongues. She could feel all their hunger caressing her breasts and nipples. Everything that happened to her breasts sent corresponding erotic pulses to her weeping pussy.
Coralia attempted to close her eyes so she couldn’t see the depraved power her body was igniting in these men. She dreamed that it was George doing these things to her and her yearnings grew exponentially. The erotic flames in her body forced her eyes open, once again she saw the leering eyes and the licking lips of her captors. Her displayed body’s craving responded as she seductively writhed and twisted erotically while hanging from the stanchion.
The guide drew the knifepoint down over her flat muscled belly and ran it around the center of her bald pussy. This new tactic renewed the fear in Coralia’s belly, and she tried to turn her hips away from the knife. She silently prayed for George to save her and almost as if he was answering her prayer a voice rang out, “What the fuck are you doing to my woman?”
The guide stopped dead and turned to confront George. George was still in the water, quickly moving towards the dock. The blood in his eyes gave the guide a pause, but when George climbed on the dock the guide moved away from Coralia. George was a head taller, more heavily muscled than the guide and George’s rough reputation as a brawler left the guide not interested in a fight.
The two fishermen were afraid of what they were seeing and scrambled into the guide’s boat. The guide quickly sheathed his knife and put up his hand in surrender. As he backed towards his boat he stammered, “I captured her in my net, and she never said anything about belonging to you. We will leave, reluctantly, but if you ever get tired of her, give me a call. I was just getting started and I have lots of ideas for her.”
George’s face turned red, his hands curled into fists, and he began to stalk towards the guide. The guide smiled an evil crooked smile and headed rapidly towards his boat and steered the boat away from the dock. George stared after them with hatred and malice until they were almost out of sight, then turned to stare at spectacular sight in front of him. For several moments he was silent, aghast and stunned with his mermaid in her spectacular human form.
This was the first time he had seen her without her tail and if it was possible, his mermaid was even more stunningly beautiful without her tail. His eyes slowly caressed up her delicious form and her scent of arousal only stiffened his desire. Maybe it was her stretched body hanging from the trophy stanchion, her large prominent breasts topped off a taut succulent body, with a tiny, muscled belly with slim tight hips, butt and legs. She had sleek sexy lines with soft lustrous skin making her whole package look the epitome of dazzling femininity.
Then his eyes latched on to hers and he couldn’t pull away. Neither of them had said anything, but their eyes said it all. She was here for him, her eyes poured pure love into his heart with fiery desire and yearning igniting his lust. He had been afraid to approach her because she was more than just a romp in the hay, she was the love of his life. Her eyes were telling him she craved his hands teasing her, his lips roasting her passion and his cock taking her as his.
The hanging goddess that was dangling before him began to shift her hips in a provocative dance of seduction. Her heaving breaths wobbled her breasts seductively with her nipples begging to be used. A soft moan escaped her lips and George knew that she wanted him to take her just as she was. Her breasts looked incredibly inviting thrust upward on top of her bowed back. Her taut belly was stretched thin against her backbone leading to her legs spread wide. Her naked throbbing pussy was displayed, with her head and mouth hanging wide open.
Coralia had never felt this kind of unbridled, crazy erotic need and she felt so utterly wanton and depraved. She never allowed herself to let go and feel the kind of out-of-control passion her body was capable of. Now dangling from the trophy stanchion, wantonly displayed as the stunningly beautiful woman she is, she was forced to confront sexual urges and needs. There had been several times in her dreams of George that she had wanted to lose control.
She couldn’t stop anything George wanted to do to her, and with that knowledge, she joyfully accepted the outcomes. She knew how she must look, naked, spread wide open for him to view and lust after. Her lewd display sent thrilling shivers through her stretched taut belly. His lustful eager look made her nipples tighten into hard knots. Her excitement made her belly quiver and her pussy weep with a combination of anticipation and exhilaration.