Becca Bellamy
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Reclaiming Her on Vacation
🕑 Added 2023-04-17 05:41:20 +0000 UTCYou woke up with a pounding headache and vague memories of a great deal of drinking from the night before. You checked your phone to see that it was nearly noon. You felt a pang of regret at having wasted even a small fraction of yet another beautiful day in paradise.
"Melody, babe, are you up?" you asked.
You rolled towards her side of the bed and saw rumpled sheets where your girlfriend was supposed to be.
"Melody? Are you here?" you asked.
You sat up and in the blink of an eye your headache got considerably worse. The search for your girlfriend could wait. You rushed to the bathroom, rummaged through her bag for an ibuprofen, and hastily swallowed it as the room spun, no doubt another effect of the potent hangover you were clearly nursing.
Once the dizziness had passed you returned to the room, quickly established that your girlfriend was nowhere to be found, and opened the blackout curtains to shed a little light on the situation.
A look around the room revealed a carefully folded note resting on the TV stand. You retrieved it, smiled at the elegance of Melody's handwriting, and read:
Hey Honey,
I tried to wake you up, but you were completely out, so I figured I'd let you sleep after last night. That was fun, wasn't it? I know I certainly enjoyed the fun we had after we got back to the room :)
I figured I'd go to the pool instead of waiting around for you to wake up, though, so that's where you'll find me when you rouse yourself. Take your time, though. We have another ten days at this beautiful resort, after all, and I expect you to have the energy to give me more of what I got last night.
I'll see you soon.
Melody
You smiled as memories of the night before suddenly came back to you. They weren't crystal clear, but you remembered fingering Melody on the moonlit beach as she wore a beautiful little sundress, making out with her in the elevator, and fucking her all over the hotel room, including out on the balcony.
Stepping outside had been Melody's idea. You'd fucked her to a thoroughly pleasurable orgasm for the both of you, spent a few minutes cuddling in the bed, and then grabbed a few drinks from the minibar and headed out onto the balcony to enjoy the moonlight and the sound of the waves crashing against the beach.
You turned towards the balcony to see two empty glasses resting on the small black table between the chair you'd gotten your cock sucked in the night before. Melody had been in rare form, as the moment she’d finished her drink she set it on the table, got up, and sat in your lap. You'd kissed until you were hard again and then she dropped to her knees, took your cock in her mouth, and gave a blowjob that left you eager to fuck her again.
As that memory brought your cock to life, you pulled open the surprisingly heavy sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony to grab the empty glasses. You thought of how Melody had taken you for a brief, beautiful reverse cowgirl ride, of how she'd rested her hands on your thighs and bounced her intensely wet, hot pussy on your cock while you played with her perky tits. You thought of how she'd nearly made you cum inside her in that position before standing up, grasping the metal railing, and shaking her ass at you, practically daring you to fuck her from behind.
You picked up the glasses and turned to head back into the room when a delighted laugh caught your attention. It was so familiar you thought it was your memory playing tricks on you as it replayed scenes from the night before.
It wasn't your memory, though. It was a woman. A woman that looked an awful lot like Melody. She was on a balcony a handful of rooms away from yours. She was kissing a guy. His well-muscled arms were wrapped around her and her hand moved through his hair as their bodies seemed to meld together.
It couldn't have been Melody, though. Your girlfriend wouldn't cheat on you. You'd satisfied her the night before and she'd made clear in her note that she was looking forward to more of the same. Why would she fuck someone else?
You set the glasses on the table and stepped towards the edge of the balcony. You grasped the railing and leaned over to get just a little bit closer. You watched the guy run his hands down the blonde girl's back and grasp her ass through her sundress, which happened to look exactly like the dress Melody had worn the night before. You watched him lift the dress and expose her bikini bottom.
You watched his strong hands grasp her tanned ass and squeeze it hard. You heard her moan - a moan you recognized - and saw her reach down to loosen the strings of his swimsuit and slowly push it down, freeing his cock and wrapping her delicate fingers around it as they kissed.
The guy stepped back, turned away from the beautiful blonde girl in the sundress, and moved to step into his room. She stopped him, though. She grabbed his hand, pulled him closer, and smiled before sinking to her knees in front of him.
A joyful look crossed his face as she took him in her mouth and offered a slow, sensual blowjob. You watched her suck cock through the bars of the railing. You watched her swallow almost every inch of what looked to be an impressively long, thick shaft and you did everything in your power to deny that it was your girlfriend - that it was the beautiful girl you loved so much - blowing another man on your vacation.
The guy moaned - of course he moaned, given the blowjob he was receiving - and put a hand on the back of her head. She moaned too and he seemed to take that as a sign to seize control of the blowjob, to take her head in both hands and fuck her mouth.
It couldn't have been Melody. She hated when you put a hand on her head while she was going down on you and she certainly wouldn't have let you fuck her face like that.
You wanted to believe that was true, but you couldn't be sure. She looked too much like your girlfriend. She laughed like your girlfriend. She moaned like your girlfriend.
You backed up and sat down in the same chair you'd sat in the night before while Melody rode your cock with her perfect, slick pussy. You sat and watched the blonde take a slow, steady face fucking. You watched her reach between her legs to play with her pussy. You heard her moan around the cock in her mouth, and if you could hear it then it was an awfully loud moan.
He pulled out of her mouth, took her hand, and helped the beautiful blonde to her feet. She smiled, kissed him, and directed him to sit in the chair. She took off her pretty sundress and bikini, spun around, and sat in his lap. He took her perky tits in his hands as she turned her head for a kiss.
Your view wasn't perfect - the balcony railing got in the way - but it was good enough to make it nearly impossible to deny that your girlfriend was about to fuck another guy. It was Melody that had just sucked someone else's cock and let him fuck her face. It was Melody's tits that another man was playing with. It was Melody's tongue in another man's mouth.
It was Melody that grasped his cock, guided him into her pussy, and sat on him. It was Melody that leaned forward, put her hands on his thighs, and began to ride him just like she'd ridden you the night before. It was Melody that unleashed a wild series of loud, lusty moans that anyone in a room nearby could have heard.
You sat there in a fog and watched your girlfriend ride someone else's cock. You listened to her beautiful moans - moans that had been for you the night before - and watched as he ran his hands over her body while she milked him with her slick, utterly perfect pussy. You watched Melody give another man something you thought was yours and yours alone.
Melody stood and his slick cock slipped out of her pussy. She turned, dropped to her knees in front of him, and gave a quick, impressive deepthroat blowjob where she swallowed his thick shaft over and over, her head bobbing up and down in his lap in a manner he must have found rather pleasing, as that's certainly how you would have felt if you were in his position.
Then your exquisitely beautiful blonde girlfriend stood, turned towards your room, and walked to the edge of the balcony. She grasped the railing, bent over, and looked over her shoulder at the man she clearly wanted to fuck her from behind. He stood, approached, and slipped his cock into her pussy as his hand moved up and down her tanned back.
Melody turned towards you once more and her gaze found yours. She smiled. She knew you were watching. She knew you were sitting there witnessing the sex she was having with another man. She knew and it seemed to delight her. After all, the look on her face was one of pure, perfect lust.
Something unexpected happened in that moment. What had been a great sense of distress became something else for you. The look on Melody's face wasn't one of a woman delighted in scoring a cruel victory. It was a look of a woman enjoying herself to the fullest, of a woman taking pleasure in the fact that her boyfriend was watching her act like - for lack of a better phrase - a wanton slut.
In that moment you made the only decision that made any sense. You pulled your underwear off, wrapped your fingers around your cock, and masturbated while your girlfriend gave her pussy to another man. You masturbated in public while she got fucked in public. You surrendered to the feeling of lust that had been building beneath your distress from the first moment you saw Melody kissing another man.
She gestured for you to stand up. She knew what you were doing. She saw that you were masturbating and she wanted to see it in full. She wanted to see your stiff cock. She wanted to see you standing there on the balcony and jerking off while someone else fucked her.
You stood up. You stroked your now stiff cock. You masturbated for your girlfriend as someone else pounded her from behind with increasing vigor.
She moaned. Loudly. She moaned for you - and no doubt for him - as a look of intense lust washed across her face. She liked that you were jerking off for her, that you were turned on by her sluttiness, by the fact that she'd seemingly picked someone up at the pool and happily gone back to his room for an anonymous quickie.
He noticed you too, and your presence seemed to invigorate him. He grabbed a handful of Melody's long blonde hair and pulled, using his tight grip as leverage to fuck her harder. Her moans got louder and the look on her face made it seem as though she found being pounded in that way - used, really - provided immense pleasure.
She said something, but you were too far away to hear. She was talking to him. She must have been. He responded by fucking her faster. You watched his face. You recognized the look. He was on the verge of an orgasm. He was going to cum. He was fucking your beautiful girlfriend and he was going to cum.
She said it again. Then a look of pure joy washed over her face, a look that coincided with his thrusts slowing. He was cumming, and he was almost certainly doing so inside your girlfriend, as you hadn't seen either of them put a condom on his cock.
You felt an intense surge of pleasure emanate from your loins. You released your cock and gripped the railing as you bent over and clenched tightly to try and prevent an orgasm. You didn't want to cum before your girlfriend returned to your room. That wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.
Thankfully, you managed to hold off, and when you looked up your girlfriend was putting her sundress back on. She gave the guy a quick kiss, waved at you, and disappeared into his room.
You rushed into your room - leaving your underwear on the balcony - and headed for the door. You looked through the peephole until you saw Melody and opened it to let her in before she got a chance to knock.
She glanced at your stiff, precum-soaked cock and a naughty smile crossed her face. She lifted the bottom of her sundress and showed off her swollen, slippery pussy lips and the cum dripping down her thigh. The cum another man had fucked into her.
You stared for a few moments and then stepped out into the hallway, grabbed Melody's hand, and pulled her into the room. You picked her up and she wrapped her legs around you as you walked towards the bed. Your lips met and your tongues mingled in a wildly passionate kiss as you crawled into the bed and set your beautiful girlfriend on her back.
"I knew you'd enjoy watching," she said.
That seemed impossible, and yet she'd been right. Even before you'd given yourself over to the pleasure of witnessing her wanton behavior you hadn't been so outraged that you'd left the balcony or screamed to get her to stop. You'd simply sat and watched as an array of feelings - some good and some bad - coursed through your body.
"I also know you want me," Melody said. "I know you got turned on when you saw his cum dripping out of me. I know you want to slide your cock into my sloppy, cum-filled pussy. I know you want to fuck me, baby."
You kissed her. She moaned and her tongue slipped into your mouth as she grabbed the head of your cock and rubbed it over her swollen, soaking wet pussy lips.
"Tell me you want me," she said. "Tell me you want to fuck my messy pussy. Tell me you want to make me yours again."
"I want you," you replied. "I want your messy pussy, Melody. I want to fuck your messy pussy. I want to fuck it hard and fast. I want to pound your sloppy cunt and cum inside you."
She placed your cock inside her and you filled your girlfriend with one swift thrust. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned. She wrapped her legs tightly around you and you leaned down, kissed her neck, and fucked her exceedingly wet pussy.
"Fuck, you're so wet," you said.
"I'm filled with his cum," she replied. "I gave him my pussy and he took it. He took it and claimed it as his own. You saw it, baby. You saw how good he fucked me. You watched him take your girlfriend's pussy and pump his load deep inside me. Now take it back from him. Take it back and make it yours again."
She was challenging you. Challenging you to fuck her as well as he had, to take her to the heights of pleasure he had, to reclaim her pussy as your own after she'd given it away to a stranger.
You accepted the challenge and fucked your girlfriend with great vigor. You grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. You fucked her hard enough that the sounds of your bodies slamming together filled the hotel room. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to let out a steady stream of wild moans, moans that you knew signaled her impending orgasm.
"Does that feel good?" you asked. "Does my cock feel good in your sloppy, slutty little cunt?"
"Oh, fuck!" she cried out. "Yes, it feels so fucking good. Fuck my slutty little cunt, baby. Fuck it and take it back from him!"
You held her wrists above her head with one hand and pulled down the top of her sundress to play with her tits with the other. You played roughly, too, surrendering to the wild energy coursing through you and giving your girlfriend what she craved, at least based on the increasing volume of her moans and the incredible heat between her legs.
"Cum inside me!" she screamed. "Please, cum inside me!"
You gave your girlfriend what she craved, fucking her with fury until you buried your cock balls deep and climaxed inside her as you released her wrists from your grasp. Melody joined you in reaching a great height of pleasure and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around your trembling body as your cock unleashed shot after shot of thick cum into her pussy.
"I'm yours," she said softly.
You kissed her neck.
"At least until he takes me again," she added.
You couldn't help but hope that she'd follow through on that and let him have her again. The opportunity to reclaim her - to experience that pleasure, especially if you got to watch him take her before fucking her sloppy pussy - was too good to even think about resisting.
It was going to be a very good vacation.
Comments
John Doe
Yes, that fellow or another lover from poolside. I'd want her to get someone else's cum in her each day, and to continue that after we return home.
