EROTICA | SEX | STRANGER | FANTASY

I Took A Cock In Ibiza

A stranger gives me what I need on the beaches of Ibiza.

My post-divorce gift to myself was getting the fuck out of any place that was familiar. I felt if I left the country, I could drop my tears in someone else’s ocean and leave them behind.

The ocean is healing in so many ways, and I needed to go where no one could possibly know me or ever have the chance of running into me again.

Then that song, that little bop about pills and Ibiza came on my radio. Done. That’s where I was going. I was never spontaneous, or did anything for myself, but fuck it. I’m going and I won’t be talking myself out of it.

Travel there was less than sexy. Several planes, coughing passengers, and one rather handsy airport security guard later, I’d finally arrived at the resort. The lobby was grand and welcoming and everyone was slick with a sheen of sweat.

So many people from all over the world jammed onto this relatively tiny island. It’s exactly what I needed. When it was time to go, we would all scatter to our corners of the globe to resume our mundane lives. Perfect.

Waiting at the desk to check in, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found myself dwarfed by the presence of a man. Some grey hair, well over six feet tall, he was holding out a passport which I’d clearly dropped.

“Oh no! I would have been so fucked if I’d lost that. I’d have been stuck here forever.”

“There are worse ways to be fucked I think.”

Not only did his reply nearly knock me on my ass, but his accent.

Oh shit, his accent.

Americans are suckers for the Brits, and being in the proximity of him made my pussy throb within seconds. Must have been the year it’s been since I’d been properly fucked.

My slutty thoughts were interrupted by the woman at the front desk. I thanked this mystery Brit and turned to check in. Hoping I might catch him, I wandered around a bit before heading up to my room, but he’d disappeared.

“Okay Roxy, this is what you wanted, to be around people you’d never see again.”

My internal pep talk was weak but at least I tried.

After a short nap and a clothing change later, I sat on the edge of my bed staring at myself in the mirror. I noticed my nipples were hard through my red swim top. I reached in and slowly rolled my nipple between two fingers.

A wave of heat swept from my chest, shot through my stomach, and settled deep in my pussy. I dropped my legs open and watched my fingers rub and massage my pussy on the outside of my swim bottoms. My mind wandered to the Brit.

His hands. When he gave me my passport, his hands were so fucking big. What I wouldn’t give to feel them grab my thighs, spank my ass, and feel them slide inside my aching cunt.

A sound in the hallway jolted me from my sexy daydream and I snapped back to my very lonely reality.

“Beach time, bitch. Grab your shit.”

My inner dialogue is so kind.

After a stroll in the scorching heat, I settle on a sun lounger at the edge of the water. Settling under the umbrella, I pulled out whatever Eat, Pray, Fuck, and Suck book I bought from the airport bookstore to help me on this disgustingly cliche spiritual journey of mine.

As the sun changed position in the sky, glancing just over the top of my book, I could see someone swam past where the waves break in the water.

“Crazy fucker, there are sharks everywhere” I mumbled.

Back to my book, I tried to go along with this story of a woman who had lost herself and had to work to rediscover who she was. It was terrible. I knew who I was, I just wasn’t with someone who let me fully exist comfortably in my own skin.

A tear found its way to the corner of my eye.

“Here we fucking go with the dramatics.” I screamed in my head.

As I prepared myself for the least attractive sob of my life, my book moved and I saw the person, the crazy fucker way far out in the ocean, was walking out.

It was him.

It was the Brit.

As if vacuums, my eyes sucked the tears back in and fixed themselves on this man’s body. Tan skin with undertones of burnt red, his shoulders were broad and chest round.

Fuck. Where was this man made?

Then I noticed, unlike most American men, he had on the tightest, shortest, spandex swim shorts ever. I lowered my book onto my lap and stared at the outline of the most perfect cock to grace that beach. Had to be.

I didn’t care if it wasn’t actually, it was the cock I was looking at and it made me drool.

I slid my hand under my book to the top of my pussy, and began to put pressure on my clit. Working my engorged pussy from outside my swim bottoms, I could feel my pussy throbbing and gushing at the thought of his cock inside me.

It was right there, in plain view, I couldn’t help but imagine him fucking my guts out on the beach.

After a bit, my swimsuit, dark red and soaked from my dripping pussy, I needed to cool off. I left my lounger behind and headed for the waves just praying with all I had that he wouldn't glance over.

There’s no way he would notice me. So many women, some topless, pranced by him, eyeing the same huge cock I was and giggling to their friends.

Whew.

Made it into the ocean without him noticing me. I gasped when the cool water lapped up against my hot cunt as I walked further.

The waves transported me away from the Brit, away from my divorce, and placed me in some bubble of serenity I so desperately needed.

A full day of sun and sea left me hungry and tired. Dinner and live music was lovely, but I yearned for the waves. I needed to be by the rhythmic crashing water as much as possible.

My favorite place to be is the beach at night. Such serenity, peace, and a cool humidity washes over my body and I needed that cleansing of the mind and chest.

I wandered barefoot down the pathway, the sand squishing cool between my toes as the wooden slats ended. The beach was exactly what I needed it to be. Unfortunately, very loud Americans at the outside bar, were not.

I made my way down the beach until I reached the very end of the loungers, hidden in the shadows, away from the lights of the bustling resort.

Laying down on the lounger, gazing up, I was met with a million stars shining brightly, just for me.

The shitty thing about sand is it disguises footsteps. It wasn’t until he was almost standing over me that I even noticed I wasn’t alone anymore.

The Brit.

“May I join you?”

He asked in his oh-so-fucking-sexy accent.

He found me.

“S..sure.”

Did I just stutter? What the fuck?

He sat on the lounger I was occupying and I laid frozen in disbelief. He turned towards me and brushed my hair from my face.

“I liked your red swimsuit from this afternoon.”

Oh fuck, he did see me.

“I could tell you enjoyed my swim shorts as well.”

“Yes, well they leave very little to the imagination.”

“I could leave nothing to the imagination, if you’d like?”

His hand trailed from my ankle up to my mid-thigh. Rough to the touch, gentle and firm pressure with his huge hands.

“I’d like that. I’ve been forced to imagine all afternoon.”

Before I could say another word, his hand pushed past the hem of my black sundress, and massaged the flesh of my inner thighs.

As I let out soft moans for this stranger, he laid on his side, pushed me onto mine, and positioned him behind me on the lounger.

He moved me where he wanted me, and I fucking wanted him inside me.

When I pressed my ass against his growing bulge, he slid his hand further up my dress until his fingers pressed against the bottom of my tits. His arms wrapped themselves around me and swallowed me whole.

I was hungry for his hard cock and my quickened breath and moans grew louder as I was grinding against it.

He grabbed my face, turned my head to the side, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues fucked as he lifted the back of my dress. I slid my hand down his stomach and was met with a hot, pulsating, rock hard cock that was bigger than I’d imagined.

I released it from his shorts and rubbed the tip, already slick with precum, up and down my ass. From behind, he slid his hand between my legs and found my lace panties completely soaked with my gushing juices.

“Is your cunt ready for me, baby?”

He whispered into my ear then gently nibbled at the side of my neck.

“I need you to fuck me now.”

In one swift movement he pulled my panties to the side and positioned the tip of his leaking dick right at the entrance of my tight little fuck hole.

“Fuck. Me. Now.”

With that, he thrust his throbbing cock deep inside me and let out a feral grunt.

I bucked my hips back at him. He wouldn’t be fucking me. I was going to fuck him.

I bounced my ass off him and forced his cock deep inside me. Reaching around to grab his ass, I pull him into me each time I shoved my pussy down on his cock.

Unable to resist any longer, he gripped my hip tight and began to pound my swollen cunt with all his strength. His finger-tips dug into my hip hard as he claimed my fuck hole. I turned my face back towards his and he kissed me deeply once more.

He slid his hand over the top of my pussy and spanked my throbbing clit over and over. Like lightning sent to the very core of me, each spank of my clit brought me closer and closer to cumming all over his cock.

“Gush that sweet cream all over me”

He commanded as he ruthlessly fucked my cunt.

With the next slap of my clit, my orgasm radiated from my clit out to the rest of my body and I yelled “Fuck me hard” as I came and my pussy clamped down tight on his dick.

Squeezing over and over, milking, coaxing the cum from his balls. Our eyes locked as my needy cunt clenched tight around his thick cock and I pushed my juices out, soaking him until it dripped from his balls.

Our lips still touching, I whispered

“I need you to fucking fill me with your hot cum”

into his mouth as he panted and his balls slapped against my clit.

As if challenged, he began to fuck me faster and was letting out a low growl as he stretched me open and fucked my pussy pink and hot.

His breathing sped up, he pulled my body closer to his and let out a loud groan as his cock exploded, dumping his hot cum deep inside my cunt. He sprayed his full load inside me, his cock pumping hard.

His fingers still digging into my hip, he fucked the last few drops of his cum into me hard as we both collapsed into heaps of hot, cum-covered fuckers.

I didn’t get a pill in Ibiza, but I did take a few souvenirs with me. The sound of crashing waves, the Brit whispering in my ear, and sweet bruises on my hip I hoped would never fade.

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