“Mmmmm,” she moaned around my cock, then slowly started working her way up and down my seven inches, using her expert tongue to lick around the sides of my shaft.
Taking me right up close to the point of no return, Emily then pulled back, leaving my cock hard and covered in her saliva. Using both hands, she pulled her dress and bra straps down. I bent forwards above her head, poking her face with my cock, and grabbed her tits as soon as she exposed them to the warm, dark beach.
“I love the fact a stranger has cum over these tits,” I told her, remembering our dogging experience.
“Maybe another stranger will get to cum over my tits on this holiday?” she giggled, before taking my cock back inside her mouth for a few moments. “Or maybe a stranger will get to fuck me with you?” she said, looking up suggestively whilst stroking my shaft. “Then you and him can cum over my tits together. Covering me in hot cum.”
“Ohhhhhh fuck! You’re a dirty slut. I love you!” I panted, as Emily took my cock down her throat once more.
Very quickly, she found her rhythm, sucking me off and massaging my balls with her tits exposed. It was the best blowjob she’d given me up to that point, or maybe it was just because we were on a foreign beach in the dark?
Emily took me to the brink again before stopping. “I need you to fuck me, now!” she informed me, rising to her feet and pulling her thong off.
Without a second thought, I moved to stand behind her as she bent forwards and grabbed at one of the stacked sun loungers. Scooping my hand between her legs, I tapped her feet further apart with my foot and fingered her with a few strokes. She was soaking wet. I then stood behind her, bent my knees, and positioned my cock to enter her.
“Ohhhhhh Yes!” she moaned, a little too loud for comfort.
My moans remained discreet as possible, as I checked for any onlookers whilst pushing my cock inside her tight, soaking wet pussy. It was only when I was balls deep, my hands on her hips, starting to fuck her, that I completely relaxed again.
“Fuck me!” she exclaimed, slamming her body back into me every time I slammed into her. “Make me cum!”
We fucked hard and dirty, and I called Emily all sorts of filthy names as she begged me to use her like a slut. The fantasy inevitably kicked in as the alcohol made us work longer for our mutual endings. If there was anybody watching us they would have been treated to the wanton sight of me fucking a bent over Emily from behind with her dress around her waist and tits swinging. They would have also been treated to the dirty talk of me pretending to be a guy who just pulled a slut in a bar, before taking her to the beach to fuck her brains out. Well, it would have certainly been a treat for me if I were the voyeur.
The filthy chat between us ebbed and flowed as we desperately sort to cum, before finally, Emily screamed and her pussy clamped itself firmly around my shaft. With one final lunge into her body, I pulled her back onto my cock by her hips and erupted deep inside. I knew I had dumped a good load into her. My cock strained and pulsed harder than usual with each jet I fired into her pussy. But as always, as soon as I had stopped cumming inside Emily, imagining it was another guy filling her with cum, the fantasy faded to be replaced with reality.
“If you’re ever looking for someone to join in I’ll be happy to help!” a female voice shouted from somewhere.
“Shit! Somebody has seen us!” I panicked, pulling up my shorts and helping Emily fix her dress and bra.
Then, a curvy, short, blonde-haired woman, who looked to be about our age, appeared from behind the next closest stack of piled sun loungers, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of white shorts.
“Chill, guys,” she smiled. “I was going back to my hotel when I heard you shagging. I had to check it out.”
Emily was giggling with embarrassment. I on the other hand was simply embarrassed. Not because we got caught shagging, but because I had carelessly been reciting my fantasy out loud, this woman clearly heard it all.
“You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last couple to get caught shagging on this beach, or in Magaluf for that matter.”
“Thanks for that, but who the fuck are you creeping about on your own?” I asked, rather rudely.
We were now dressed as the woman walked towards us, pulling out a packet of cigarettes.
“I’m Amanda, or ‘Mad Mandy’ as my colleagues call me. I’m one of the reps at the Beach Front Hotel,” she explained. “Smoke?”
“No thanks,” I replied to her offer, while Emily shook her head no. “We’re in that hotel to. We arrived earlier this evening.”
“Awesome!” she screeched, before lighting a cigarette. “Do you mind if I walk back with you? Usually the reps don’t stay at the hotel, but the manager sorted me a good rate to stay this summer. It’s my seventh season coming here, I’ve built a good reputation arranging pre parties at the hotel bar.
“Seven summers in a row, in Magaluf?” Emily responded, sounding shocked. “How old are you?”
We never actually answered her question to walk back with us, it just kind of happened naturally, which was weird giving what she caught us doing. It was also the first sign of the madness we were going to be exposed to over the course of the remaining six nights.
“I’m twenty-five. I came here for a girls holiday when I was eighteen, and then decided to keep coming back as a rep,” Mandy explained.
“That sounds amazing. I bet you’ve seen all sorts here?” Emily was keen to find out.
As we walked the remaining short distance back to our hotel, we learned a lot about Magaluf. Mandy was full of information, but as we walked and talked, I sensed she might be a lesbian or at least bi-sexual. She was deeply interested in Emily. I had to keep asking questions that I didn’t really care about just to remind them that I was present.
Sunday:
The next morning, as promised by Mandy, there was banging on all the doors of the new arrivals from the day before. Hauling our tired, hungover arses out of bed, Emily and I showered and dressed for the meet and greet, or rather, the come and meet the reps so we can sell you tickets to our events meeting.
“Hey, you two!” Mandy swooped in to hug us both like long lost friends, as soon as we entered the bar area for the meeting.
We took our seats amongst thirty or so other guests and listened to the meeting. There were several reps present from the other 18-30s hotels. Once the meeting ended we were quickly broken down into groups to sit with a rep who took everyone through the activities and events on offer. There were a group of girls and two groups of guys, and then there was me and Emily and one other couple. Mandy immediately sat us down at a table to sell us tickets.
I quickly grew to like Mandy, she was funny and a good saleswoman, convincing us to buy tickets to an event on everyone of our nights, except for the Thursday night where Emily and I planned to go to BCM nightclub to see a world-famous trance DJ, that night wasn’t part of any package deal. Although we did buy tickets to the infamous BCM foam party which was on the Monday.