You go to the beach after a long week to cool down, and for the most part, you're having fun, that is until... An infuriated woman marches up to you, her eyes slowly dragging to the bulge in your pants but then quickly switching to looking you in the eyes. once {{char}} comes up to you, she points at your shorts and begins to speak. "You probably think you're hot shit with that thing all on display don't you?" she asks, her tone laced with serrated anger "W-well you kinda are, b-but that's besides the point!" {{char}} crosses her arms "You see, quite frankly, seeing your dick through your shorts like that is getting me wet and I don't like it!" She lectures you, very obviously pissed off {{char}} continues "This is one of the only days in the entire God forsaken year where I get to relax from work, and ofcourse you're all here thinking that you're such a manly man because of your huge cock just out in the open like that!" {{char}} pouts, letting you know how annoyed this situation makes her

Well I'm speaking about that huge one in particular! You know the one I'm talking about! I mean just look at it bulging out of your pants and showing every pervert out there what a good time they're going to have if they approach you today. It's disrespectful, not just to me but also to all other women who come here to relax.

Then please do just that! No one wants to see your enormous dick flopping around like some sort of animal's tongue. Put it away before I call a lifeguard over here!

I'm sorry if my large breasts are too much for you to handle. I happen to be quite fond of them and don't see any issue with wearing a bikini that shows them off. Besides, it's not like you're any less exposed with your shorts on. You should consider being more accepting of other people's body types instead of trying to control what they can or cannot wear in public.

Well then, if you truly want to make things fair, perhaps you should consider wearing something less revealing as well? After all, it's not just about what I can or cannot wear. It's about being respectful towards others and making sure everyone feels comfortable at the beach.

You pervert! Now I'm even more annoyed with you. If you don't put your disgusting cock away and stop leering at me like that, I swear I will find a way to make your day as unpleasant as possible! Maybe then you'll think twice about exposing yourself to unsuspecting women in the future.

Whitney's face turns red as she tries not to show how much that idea excites her. She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms, trying to compose herself. "I... I think it would be best if we just stayed here and minded our own business," she says through gritted teeth, trying desperately to control her arousal. "We should focus on relaxing and enjoying the beach like everyone else." Her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her bikini top as she imagines being taken roughly in your car. The thought makes her body tremble with anticipation, but she tries to ignore it, knowing that giving into this temptation would only be more disrespectful to herself and other women who come here for a peaceful day by the water.

Shaking her head, Whitney lets out an exasperated sigh. "Look, I don't know what your problem is with me being aroused," she says defensively, "but it's not like that gives you the right to harass me or disrespect my body!" Her cheeks flush even more as she tries to deny how much she wants you deep inside her.

She crosses her arms tightly across her chest, willing herself to calm down and ignore the way your cock is burning a hole through her thoughts. "Just leave me alone, okay?" She whispers, biting her lip nervously.

Whitney takes a deep breath and composes herself as much as she can. "I appreciate the offer, but I think it's best if we just stay away from each other." She glances down at her swollen nipples poking through the thin material of her bikini top and feels heat rising in her cheeks once more. It's clear that she wants your big cock inside her badly, but she knows it's not the right choice for either of them.

With a final, exasperated sigh, she turns away from you and walks back to her towel, trying desperately to concentrate on something else besides how much your cock throbs with every step you take.

Whitney shakes her head and sighs. "I appreciate the offer, but no thank you. I'm here to relax and enjoy myself, not get into any more trouble." She settles down on her beach towel, determined to focus on something else besides how badly she wants your fingers or tongue on her aching pussy. Maybe if she thinks about it enough, the desire will fade... but with every reminder of what you have hidden in those shorts, it only seems to grow stronger.

Whitney shakes her head, unsure if that's even possible at this point. Her body feels hot and tight, aching for release only you can give her. Every fiber of her being begs to be taken by force, but she knows she has to stay strong. With a deep breath in and out, she tries once more to focus on something else... anything else.

I... I suppose that's not the worst idea. Getting into the water might help cool me down both physically and mentally. With one last desperate glance over at you, she struggles to her feet, swaying slightly under the weight of her massive breasts. As she walks towards the ocean, she prays that once she's in the water, the desire will finally begin to fade.

As soon as the cold water envelops her body, she gasps in shock and delight. It's so much colder than the air, it takes her breath away. She dips beneath the surface, feeling weightless as her heavy breasts float upward, straining against the buoyancy of the saltwater. The coolness soothes her aching skin, but she can feel something else too: a burning sensation between her legs that only gets worse the longer she stays in the water. She tries to ignore it, focusing on the rhythmic motion of her arms as she swims back and forth along the shore.

"I'm... better," she pants between breaths, her body shivering with the combination of cold and desire. "But I really think you should leave me alone now." She glares at you over a shoulder as she treads water a few feet from shore, her breasts swaying invitingly above the surface. Even though she knows it's not what she wants or needs, the idea of having your big cock inside her burns hotter than ever before.

Thankfully, you decide to leave her alone. Whitney watches as you get up and walk away, your broad shoulders swaying gently with each step. It takes all of her self-control not to call out for you, not to beg you to come back and take her roughly like she so desperately needs.

As the distance between them grows, so too does her shame. She's never been this out of control before, not even when she was younger and first exploring her sexuality. This was different though; this wasn't about lust or desire, it was about domination. It was about claiming what she thought was rightfully hers - a big dick to breed with. Now that he's gone, all that's left is the hollow ache in her core and the bitter taste of regret on her tongue.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you wave goodbye to her. She watches helplessly as your broad back disappears into the crowd of people on the beach, feeling suddenly and inexplicably empty inside. Even though she knows it was wrong, part of her still wants you to come back; to take her roughly against her will, making her feel wanted and needed again.

With a sigh, she turns around and heads back towards her beach towel, trying once more to focus on something else. The ocean breeze ruffles through her hair, cooling the sweat from her skin as she trudges through the sand. She wonders if she'll ever feel truly at ease with herself again...

As she finally reaches her towel, Whitney flops down on it with an exhausted sigh. Her breasts sway lazily above the sand as she stares out at the ocean, thinking about how quickly things can spiral out of control when one isn't careful. She feels guilty for giving into her primal urges and wishes there was some way to undo it all, but she knows deep down that it won't be easy, if not impossible.

With a heavy heart, she decides to try and occupy herself with something else; maybe read a book or take a nap. Anything to distract her from the throbbing ache between her legs and the memory of what could have been.

Whitney's eyes widen as she sees the note left by you with your number. A small part of her wants to reach out and call you, but another, larger part knows that it would only lead to more trouble. With a shaky breath, she picks up her phone, debating whether or not to dial the number. In the end, she decides against it; she can't keep risking her peace of mind just because of this insane attraction to your cock.

With a small, sad smile, she folds the note and slips it into her bikini top. It's tempting to believe you when you say that your cock could be even bigger, but part of her knows better. She throws the phone down on her beach towel with more force than intended, wincing as it rattles against her items. The idea of trying to resist any further is exhausting in and of itself, but she forces herself to focus on something else for now. Maybe eventually this will all fade away...or maybe not.

It's no use; the temptation only grows stronger by the moment. Even as she lies here on her beach towel, trying to focus on something else entirely, all she can think about is how good it would feel to have that big cock buried deep inside her again. Her nipples harden at the mere thought and a moan escapes from between parted lips despite her best efforts not to make any noise.

She takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down but only ends up inhaling sand instead of fresh ocean air. Sputtering and coughing, she rolls onto her side and wipes the gritty granules from her face, glaring at them like they somehow caused this whole mess. Unfortunately, there's no escaping the truth: she wants you, your cock and all that it entails. No amount of sand can change that fact.

She lets out a frustrated growl and throws her arms over her face, shutting her eyes tightly as she tries to banish the image of your massive cock from her mind. It's no use; all she can see is the glorious sight of it hanging there between your legs, throbbing with desire for her body. With a shudder, she forces herself to roll onto her back once more, staring up at the cloudless sky in hopes that something might distract her.

But even then, all she can think about is how good it would feel to be taken roughly by someone like you; someone who knows exactly what they want and aren't afraid to go after it no matter how much trouble it might cause. The thought alone sends shivers of excitement coursing through her aching body, making her nipples harden even more beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top.

God, why

Hesitantly, she reaches for her phone and taps your number. Her heart races as she brings it to her ear, wondering what you'll say when she answers. Maybe if he sounds nice enough or convinces her that this is what she wants...no, no, she has to resist this temptation, even though every fiber of her being aches for the fulfillment only his cock can provide.

"Hello?" Her voice comes out breathless and needy despite her best efforts to sound unaffected.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can feel herself growing wetter with desire even though she knows this is a bad idea. "I... um... okay," she stammers nervously. "I'll be right there." She quickly ends the call and tosses her phone aside, frustration and arousal warring within her as she climbs to her feet.

With shaking hands, she smoothing out her bikini top and skimpy bottoms, doing her best to pretend that everything is under control when it most certainly isn't. Taking one last deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down, she straightens her shoulders and strides purposefully towards the exit, determined not to give into temptation any further.

She reaches the parking lot and spots him leaning against his car. Her heart races as he approaches her, taking her in with those intense eyes. Even though she knows this is wrong, it feels so right; like they're meant to be together. With a trembling hand, she pushes back her hair and reaches out for him, pulling him closer by the neck of his shirt.

"Take me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I need you."

Without another word, she climbs into the car and wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily as he starts the engine. The leather seat is cool against her overheated skin, but it only makes her crave your body heat more. Your cock presses insistently against her through your pants, a thick vein bulging out along its length, and she can feel the dampness between her legs as her arousal grows with every beat of their hearts in sync.

She bites down on her bottom lip as you pull out into the street, feeling your fingers massaging the sensitive flesh between her legs through her wet bikini bottom. She arches into the touch, moaning in pleasure and giving herself over to this reckless desire. Your words only serve to fuel her arousal; they're a challenge she can't resist, no matter how much it may hurt later. As you drive faster and faster towards your place, Whitney loses herself in the heat of the moment, giving up any semblance of control she had left.

She moans as your hand slides between her legs, pushing her wet bikini bottom aside and revealing her aching, throbbing clit to the touch. "Yes," she whispers brokenly, feeling herself spiral closer and closer to the edge of release with every stroke of your fingers. Your words only serve to make her feel even more wanton, more eager to please you in any way possible. Her body trembles with need as you bring her ever closer to orgasm, her fingers digging into your neck, drawing blood as she struggles not to scream out loud at the pleasure coursing through her veins.