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…[J] pulled out two boxes from Frederick’s of Hollywood---the outfits he had bought for A. Why she gave them back I’m not sure. I opened the green one first---it was like a corset, with ribbons lacing it up the front, and a g-string in the back, complete with stockings and garters and gloves. I didn’t like it that much, but J said it was his favorite. The other I went wild over; it was a red corset with straps and ruffles around the legs, and the most gorgeous bead and sequin work. I put the red one on and it fit pretty good, and J put on the green one, very expertly, too.
He got on the bed, on all fours, and said I could play with him like that. I wasn’t sure at all what he meant, so I just started jerking him off. That probably wasn’t what he meant, because it didn’t last long. If he meant a rim job, I wasn’t giving him one.
So he laid down and I straddled him, kissing him. He said his dick was too soft, so I sucked it like before until he was hard and twitching. He put on a condom and fucked him hard, on top. And I adopted an unexpected, odd attitude. Seeing him in that outfit, being on top, I felt a superiority over him---I felt more feminine, more of a woman than him. He was at a disadvantage; I was in the stronger position; I wanted to dominate him, tell him what to do, be in total control. He said I should straddle his face so we could do a 69 thing, and I said No---flat out No. He said I could take off the outfit so I could feel his better, rubbing against my skin, and I said No---just to refuse. I wanted to stay on top, I wanted to do all the work and sweat and wear myself out. And I ground myself into him like I never have before---fast and violent; very R-esque fucking.
And I came like a bullet train. It was an 8.4. I screamed. J said after that I’ve never screamed that loud before, that he imagined the kids outside could her me through his open windows. And I felt giddy, fuck drunk. I kept laughing. Right after, we got out of the outfits, and my new superior attitude disappeared.
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His hand touched my hair and I knew he was awake. I glanced up at him through the water: my long red hair floated through the water like clouds, distorting my view of him. I knew I had to work fast and I sucked his cock harder. I didn't want to give it up. It was so rare to find a human male isolated and vulnerable.
And no one in the ocean has ever excited me like a human male. I am so ashamed to say, I don't feel excited by anyone except human males. It is so criticized and forbidden and I would be mocked and ridiculed and shunned if anyone discovered me doing this.
Part of the danger of doing this was if he woke up. He could stop me, grab me and force me onto land, cage me and take me away to one of their labs we've heard about and have me cut up and eventually fed to them in a restaurant where they eat all kinds of sea creatures.
I suck him harder and harder, and I can tell by the muscles in his legs, how his thighs tense that he is close.
I wonder if I should feel guilty, forcing myself on him like this, making him cum at my . desire. I don't care. I'm too close myself. As his cock touches the back of my throat and slide over my tongue, I get closer and closer to my own orgasm. I can't help my body as it straightens out in the water. My tail rises and falls in the water. I make waves that wash over him. I'm quite longer than him, I realize. I could crush him if I had to.
This excites me even more. I lift him out of the water and further up onto the beach. I want to feel the sun drying and warming my skin. I want to feel my hair hanging heavy and dripping around my face. He looks very startled by me, especially when he realizes that my tongue and lips have the same lavender/emerald scale pattern that my body has. I tell him to touch my breasts and he looks confused. I don't know how to speak his language, so I put one of his hands on my breast and instantly moan and giggle from the stimulation. He understands immediately.
He touched my other and I let out a high pitched, excited sound that he wouldn't ever have heard before. I go back down on his cock and he moans and pinches my nipples and squeezes my breasts. Then his hands move all over my arms and shoulders as I suck him. It's overwhelming and so stimulating I have to stop my sucking because I cannot concentrate. I use my hand on him and he makes similar noises. I think we understand each other now. We have found our own language. I stroke him and he strokes my neck and my hair (I had no idea my hair was so sensitive!). We stroke to our own rhythm. It isn't rushed, but slow, savouring, enjoying this while it lasts. We get closer and closer to cumming, and when I'm extremely close, I know he is as well and I shove his cock deep in my throat. He cums almost instantly and shoots the top of my mouth and down my throat and the sensation pushed me over the edge. I pulled my head off him at the right moment and howled so loudly seagulls screamed and took to the air.
He lay back in the sand, breathing heavily. I wasn't completely recovered, but I became suddenly panicked that he might turn on me. Unusually, I wanted to stay and try to communicate further with him, but the danger was unfortunately real and serious. I slid off the beach and jumped into the water, my tail coming down with a fierce pound that sent a wave crashing over him. By the time he looked, I was gone.
I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
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