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breath but I didn’t care. I kissed him again.

“I think I had too much to drink last night” I confessed “my heads rebelling against the rest of my body so no sudden movements” I warned.

“I realised that when you decided to undress in the stairwell - and then needed help to finish the job” he teased.

“Well you should have done the job in the first place then” I teased back, kissing him again.

“I’ll remember that - my job is to take your clothes off in public places. I’ll add that to the list of other things I have to make you do” his mind wasn’t as alcohol infused as mine allowing to tease with clear memories of everything that had been said and done.

I ignored him, choosing instead to gently raise my body up and throw my leg over him straddling his chest. He looked down at my pussy glistening with its desire and brought his hands round to cup my buttocks giving them a firm squeeze. I wiggled down his body until I was straddled over his cock. I reach between my legs, pausing momentarily to stroke my pussy before taking hold of Bob’s cock. I raised myself up a little and rubbed the head of his cock around my wet opening. Using the head of his cock as an enlarged finger to masturbate my pussy. I held the tip against my opening and lowered myself down. Moving my hand out of the way to allow full penetration I sink satisfyingly onto his cock. Impaling my cunt on his strong hard manhood.

I just sat there for a while enjoying the fullness of my pussy. If my hangover had allowed it I would have bounced up and down hard driving it deep into me. But my head was arguing with my lust and was winning. Bob reached forward and cupped my breasts. His hands taking hold of the swelling orbs and gently massaging them, flicking his thumbs over the flint hard nipples. I put my hands over his guiding them around my titties, pressing them into the soft aroused flesh. The arousal gave my lust the upper hand over my brian and I began to rock and gyrate my hips feeling his cock inside me. I guided Bob’s hands to squeeze my tits together. I risked lifting myself slightly and dropping back down. It felt so good the deep jab inside hit all the right spots. I did it again, lifting myself higher and pushing down hard. It felt so good. I moved my hand between my legs as I lifted up again and found Bob’s cock I felt it stretching my opening lubricated with my juices as I pressed down feeling it slide through my fingers deep into my cunt. I returned to the rocking motion - wishing my head didn’t hurt so much so I could let all the passion loose. I left Bob playing with my nipples pinching and pulling them, flicking them with his thumbs. I kept my hand between my legs and found my clit. Rubbing it gently and then more firmly. Bob let me pleasure myself. Let me wank myself as I fucked him. I wanted to tell him that's what I was doing - being his dirty wanker girlfriend riding his cock whilst I wanked. But my brian was still too addled to cope with talking and moving. Just one task at a time until the hangover passed. I could feel the orgasm building. I rocked a little faster feeling the hard cock sliding in and out of me, I increased the pressure and speed with which I rubbed my clit. I stifled the scream as I came. My clit throbbing, my cunt spasming, my tits burned with pleasure. My whole body was on fire. I slumped forward, drained by the effort of making myself cum. Bob's hand slid down my body and grabbed my bum cheeks pulling them apart and up. Then he started pumping, lifting his hips up and down, pistoning his cock in and out of me.

“Sorry” I whispered in his ear. Sorry I had taken my pleasure but not let him finish.

“Sussh” he replied as he fucked me a little faster “I’ll add it to the list” he teased some more. But I was hardly listening as his cock worked in and out of me. I knew I would cum again as soon as his hot seed was released into me. My cunt was still twitching, still throbbing, still wanting more. He squeezed my arse harder, rougher, more pleasurable. His pace quickened then on the upward stroke he pressed deeper and shot his cum into me, pressing by bum down so his cock was held deep in my cunt as he filed me with his cum. I came again. My body shivered and spasmed uncontrollably. Bob wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight to his chest. I straightened my legs and lay there. His cock still inside me, millions of his sperm swimming around my cunt. It felt so good.

After a while my brian relinquished control of my body and focused on thinking and speaking.

“sorry “ i said again to Bob

“What for “ bob asked

“For not been a better fuck this morning, for putting my pleasure before yours for not be sluttier for you. You can punish me when my hangover is gone if you want” I explained why I was sorry.

Bob kissed me and answered back “you're wonderful, don’t be silly you can do what you want. I’ve told you you’re my partner, not my slave. You have to enjoy everything as well.”

Why did he have to be so nice? It made me want him more, want him to make me even sluttier for him.

“Thank you” I said. “but you can still punish me if you like” I confessed, “when my hangover‘s gone though, anything you want to do to me. I’ll do anything”.

Bob kissed me “if you like” he said and despite it being the middle of the day I drifted back to sleep Bob’s cock still in me.

I half woke from my slumber as I felt Bob roll me off him. The hangover was starting to lift but I didn't want to wake just yet. I could feel the warmth of the spanish afternoon coming in through the patio and Bob moving around the room But I kept my eyes closed and focused on rest. I felt Bob next to me:

“I’m going to get a shower then go get some food. Do you want to come with me” he asked “or do you want to rest a while”

“I want us to cum together” I was sharp enough to use the double entendre so the hangover must have been clearing, “but is it OK if I rest a bit longer?”

Bob kissed and then moved my hands above my head and pulled legs wide apart. I thought he wasn’t going to let me rest, but make me cum again. I smiled at the thought. “That's OK, stay as you are,” he said as I felt his weight lift off the bed. I just lay there. Spread out on the bed in my contented snoozing state. I heard the showing running and imagined Bob soaping his body under the jets of water. My pussy, still sticky from the earlier love making, became wet again. I thought of joining him in the shower, thought of touching myself, wanking myself. But I just lay as Bob had positioned me - spread out on the bed but now my pussy was also open wishing to be filled.

I heard Bob come back into the room and start to get dressed. I thought I could sense him smiling as he saw I was exactly how he’d left me - but with my pussy visibly demanding attention. I felt Bob take hold of my nipple squeezing it hard between his forefinger and thumb pulling it upwards. I didn’t move but let out a small moan. “I’m just popping down to get some food. I’ll be quick” Bob let go of my nipple and roughly plunged two fingers into my eager pussy, “will you stay hear” he asked, pressing his fingers in and out of me.

“I’ll stay exactly as you leave me, but hurry back” I answered, wishing he would stay and finish me. He brought his fingers up to my lips and smeared my juices across them. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out a little to taste the pussy juice on his fingers. I was rewarded as he gently pressed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked for a moment until he withdrew them and stood up from the bed.

“Should I leave to door wide open?” he asked

“If you like” I smiled back, memories of the previous evening starting to come into focus.

I wasn’t sure if I heard the door close or not, but I wasn’t going to move, wasn’t going to close my legs, wasn’t going to get up and check, not going pull a sheet over to cover me. I was going to lay as Bob had positioned me - spread wide open on the bed.

I imagined the door was open, imagined who might come in, who might come in and see me. Having promised not to move, be able to touch me, to be able to watch me. The thoughts terrified me. I only wanted Bob to touch me. I didn’t care who saw me. But the thoughts of being caught kept my pussy wet.

Lost in my slutty thoughts I had no idea of time passing by. A noise in the hallway disturbed my thoughts. Maybe it was Bob returning, Maybe it was Shelia and Doug from the room next door. Maybe it was those lads looking for the ‘hotel slag’ as they'd put it. I didn’t move.

“Hola, housekeeping” I heard as two maids came into the room. I didn’t move.

“Si, yes” I answered. I didn’t move but opened my eyes, blinking in the afternoon light and watched them walk further into the room.

They stopped when they saw my nakedness spread out on the bed. They might have expected me to move or cover up. But I didn’t.

“Oh sorry we come back “ they apologised “we come back later”

“No, it's OK” I uncontrollably said. Still not moving.

They stood looking directly at me, looking at my naked body up and down, looking directly at my spread open legs and slutty, wet, cunt.

Not sure how to react, they simply said “you like fresh towels?"

“Yes, please” I said again, catching them by surprise.

They spent a few minutes gathering up the old towels, giving the bathroom a quick clean and leaving fresh towels. I could hear them whispering in Spanish to each other. There were some phrases I didn't understand but I caught enough of it. Saying I was another english slut, saying it didn’t matter I was naked the clothes they wore didn’t cover anything anyway, saying I had probably been fucked everynight, saying I was probably waiting for someone to come and fuck me again, that it was clear i had just been fucked or had been wanking. I didn’t move throughout all of it.

“Thank you,” I said as they left the room. Too late I heard the door shut. But I didn't get up to open it. I wasn’t going to close my legs and move. I smiled to myself. The hangover was finally lifting and letting me enjoy my slutty behaviour.

Bob returned not long later “you closed the door” he stated “thought you weren’t going to move”

“You left the door open, pig” I pretended to be angry at him but he could see me smiling. I still hadn't moved as he came fully in the room and put his shopping bag down. “Anyone could have walked and seen me. What if they’d try to touch me? I complained”.

“You might have liked that” he teased

“No. I would have screamed without you hear” I answered hinting that things might have been different if he were here.

“So how come the door is shut” he asked without pressing the previous point

“Do I have permission to move, sir?” I asked sarcastically

Bob Laughed “of course you do, sweetheart. You know you can do what you want” he was deliberately teasing me back.

I didn’t move far, keeping my legs spread wide I propped myself up and told him about the two maids. Bob looked around the room acknowledging the fresh towels. He walked over to me “and you just laid here with your legs spread open” Bob asked cupping my pussy to emphasise the wantonness of it. “Yes” I acknowledge as he beamed with pride. He leaned in and kissed me, then spanked my pussy three hard slaps “slutty, I wish had been here to see” he said, pulling away. I wanted more of that.

Walking back to his shopping, Bob revealed the results of his foraging: “I got some watermelon and bread. I thought you might need the potassium so I got some bananas and water as well. Let's eat on the balcony”.

I followed him out, my pussy pleasantly stinging. I sat on the low sun lougher with a leg either side keeping my pussy wide and on display. Bob gave me a much needed bottle of water and a slice of watermelon. We chatted and ate for a while in the late afternoon sun. Bob passed me some sun lotion claiming there was still a risk of getting burnt so I applied it even though I wasn’t convinced it was needed. As soon as I'd finished Bob took out another bottle of sun cream and squirted it on my boobs. “Whats that?” I asked

“Factor 50” Bob answered checking the label on the bottle and starting to rub the lotion into my boobs “I like you titties being white when the rest of your body is tanned, it makes them stand out and look sexy”

I wasn’t going to complain, I was enjoying the attention. After he'd finished my boob he applied a liberal amount between my legs as well which drew a loud moan from me. He stopped all too soon for my liking.

“Do you want some more” he asked

“Yes please” I answered eagerly, hoping he was going to resume his assault on my quim.

But he just handed me another piece of watermelon. “Tease” I said, taking the fruit and slapping his arm. “I thought you meant playing with my pussy. My Cunt, your slutty girlfriend’s cunt that you can do what you want with” I tried to goad him into action. But he just smiled at me.

“Did you say there were some bananas?” I asked. The fruit having a rejuvenating effect on my mind and body. Bob reached into the bag and broke one from the hand and started to pass it to me. Just as I was about to take it he pulled it away and grinned at me. “I don’t want to make the same mistake twice,” he said, confusingly. He shuffled off his chair and knelt at the side of me and pushed me back into the sun lounger. Reaching between my still open legs and pushed the banana into me. I let out a little yelp at the intrusion, the sun lounger wedging my legs open as I involuntarily tried to snap them shut. A moment later I was pushing my feet into the floor and pressing my knees wider, making it easier for Bob to fuck me with the phallic fruit.

“Is this what you meant” Bob whispered in to my ear not relaxing the pace at which he fucked the fruit into me “me to play with your slutty cunt”. His face was close to mine and turned and kissed him, darting my tongue and licking his. “Yes” I answered “I want you to do anything you want with your slutty girlfriends cunt, anything you want anytime, anywhere”. He smiled at me as I reached my hand down to feel the yellow shaft plunging into me. I circled my clit and worked towards my orgasm. He kissed me again without missing a stroke with his banana. “Are you wanking slut” he asked “wanking whilst i fuck you with a banana?”

“yes “ i panted “I’m such a slut for you I can’t stop myself” the pleasure was building in my body, Bob dipped his head and sucked my nipple before coming back to whisper to me again “Should I tell everyone that you’re my slut, my dirty wanking slut, tell you to wank in front of everyone” he was getting bolder with his teasing.

“yes, please” I managed to answer “I am your slut, your dirty, wanking, girlfriend, slut. Make me show everyone that I do anything for you”. In the heights of lust I would agree to anything and secretly mean it.

“Maybe you should tell everyone,” he continued to tease “tell everyone we meet what you do, ask if they’d like to watch you wank”

“Yes I will for you, I want everyone to watch me do this for you” I managed to squeeze the humiliating words out as my lust took control of my breathing

Bob kissed me again and pressed the banana deep into my willing opening as the orgasm flooded through my body. Bob held the yellow phallice inside me and my body tensed and then relaxed. As my body relaxed Bob pumped the banana in and out of me again. I thought he might continue, make me repeat the exploits immediately. Make me wank until I was sore and spent. But he didn't, he withdrew the intruder and showed me the bruised and misshapen fruit to me. Smiling and laughing he told me again how fantastic I was and how much he loved me.

“I don’t think that helped with my potassium levels” I giggled to him “I might overdose if it did”.

We both laughed as Bob tried to peel the squishy fruit. He managed to open it in a strange fashion splitting it through the middle. “Still feeling slutty” he asked

“Always with you” I smiled back.

He lowered his hand and dipped two fingers into my throbbing quim. With the same two fingers he scooped out some of the mushy pale yellow banana flesh and pressed it into my mouth. I received it eagerly, sucking his fingers as he withdrew them. I smiled contentedly as he continued, mixing my pussy juice with banana and feeding it to me, giggling between mouthfuls.

It was late evening by now, the sun was going down and it was turning chilly. “Do you want another one?” Bob asked, teasing me by rubbing another banana over my tits.

“Yes” I answered, “but I think we should get some real food first. Besides, don't I have to go and tell some people I'm your slutty wanker” We both laughed as Bob took me by the hand and led me inside. “Next time can I have your cum on my banana” I asked still excited by the exploits

“You can have whatever you want my love” Bob answered. “Is this OK” he asked as if secretly concerned he was pushing me too far.

“If you like” I teased him without giving a direct answer although experience was showing that the phrase really meant yes please. “Can we try one of the seafood restaurants down by the beach tonight.” I asked, skipping into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and safely behind a closed, but not locked door, I danced around the room so happy.

I quickly freshened up, showered - checked my quim to see if it needed shaving, and deciding to keep it totally smooth for Bob, I gave it a refresh.

By the time I’d got out of the shower, Bob had changed into a long sleeve top and jeans and given the room a little tidy up. “It might be a bit cooler on the front, especially if we get an outside table you should wear something warm.” Bob explained his choice of clothes and revealing his care for me.

“How will people be able to see me wank if I have too many clothes on?” I teased Bob. He smacked my bum and I laughed. “I’m wearing this” I told Bob, pulling on a loose silky onepiece underwear with shorty legs “and this” I said, slipping on a white dress that buttoned all the way up the front. And pinched in at the waist emphasising my figure and exaggerating my boos; “This “ I continued grabbing the little denim jacket that I liked so much. “And these” I said, grabbing my knee high black boots with the 2 inch heels.

Bob’s eyes were on storks as I stood in front of him. I pulled my hair into a loose pony tail, a dab of mascara and eyeliner, finished off with peach lipstick. “Ready” I stated. Bob still looked mesmerised. I didn’t give him a chance to change his mind about going out and walked out of the room.

When Bob finally caught up, he was stumbling over his words about how beautiful I looked. It was new outfit I had bought for the vacation and it was having the effect I hoped it would. Halfway down the stairs I asked Bob if he wanted my underwear off “but I’ll have to strip completely to get it off” I teased. Bob grabbed me and kissed me before smacking my bum and calling me a slutty tease. “Well, if you think I'm a tease you’ll have to punish me," I whispered and kept walking.

Thirty minutes later we were sitting in a beach front restaurant, I ordered some delicious seafood and Bob had a steak, chatting and laughing. Bob had finally regained his composure but kept stealing longing glances at me. “So who shall I tell first” I asked Bob as our second bottle of wine arrived. “Tell who what” Bob said, the waiter was still pouring the wine “that I am your slutty girlfriend” I told him. I’m not sure if the waiter was really paying attention “or do you want me to start wanking?” I teased, making a show of putting my hand between my legs and laughing. Bob smiled at me. “You can show me later.” he emphasised the ‘me’ part of the sentence. “besides aren’t you meant to do what I tell you” this time he emphasised the ‘I’.

“I keep offering but you say I can do what I want as well” I defended myself. “You’ll just have to add it to the list of things you’re going to punish me for” I teased.

“Its a long list” he smiled at me “might be severe punishment”

“You’ll have to get a cane and give me six of the best, sir” I teased him some more,my turn to put the emphasis on ‘sir’.

We finished the meal and the wine, chatted a bit longer and started to head back towards the hotel. Bob asked if I wanted to go dancing but I declined. I spent most of the day recovering from the previous evening. I wasn't going to lose another day to a hangover. Bob pulled me closer to him as we walked.

“I do want to do this though” I said to Bob pulling him into an alley - the same one not far from the hotel where I had wanked myself off in front of Sheila and Doug. I didn’t bother checking to see if anyone was around. I handed my bag and jacket to Bob and then removed my dress and gave it to Bob. I put the jacket back on and started walking back to the hotel. In just my underwear and jacket. It took no time for Bob to roll up the dress and catch me. Taking my hand and calling me his slut. “Yes and I want everyone to see” I teased. The under wear and jacket combination wasn’t that revealing> I knew girls who would put a bra and panties on under what I was wearing and call it an outfit to go clubbing in. But it was the symbolism that turned me on and the knowledge I was making it easy for Bob to use me, that I was happy with everything we were doing. We went straight to our room and made love for most of the night - Bob told me to leave on the underwear and boots.

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