Seaside Retreat

She must have bought that swimsuit just to piss him off. Tiny and blue, with an array of ruffles. Like something a two year old would wear potty training. He watched her moving lightly through the dunes, carrying the two folding chairs and one of their fishing poles, and let himself feel a flare of anger at how easily she tiptoed through the vegetation. Pulling their bait cart behind her, he felt himself struggle to catch his breath, and made yet another resolution to get back into shape. He watched her rinse off in the hose, cleaning the sand off her feet and calves, rinsing her hands, and thought about what a nice red handprint on one cheek would add, just to throw off the symmetry of her ass. He considered bending her over right here, in front of the neighbors peering down from adirondack chairs on their raised porch.

Did you ignore me intentionally?"

She turned back, just inside the screen door, dripping on their pelican-themed welcome mat, her face vaguely questioning, still distracted by her plans for the rest of the day. He saw the finger-sized bruises on her thighs from the last time they played this game. Clearly he had not made himself understood. He would have to try harder.

"It's bad enough the neighbors think you're my daughter. I told you to dress like an adult."

He saw the understanding on her face, saw her rock her hips into the instantaneous rush to her cunt that was her pavlovian response to his tone. "I can't help that you're old and infirm. It shouldn't limit my options." It was the laughter underneath her words that did it, the taunting. Flipped it from passing desire to absolute immediate need. "Do you want me in a full length bathing costume with a little parasol? Is that more your speed?"

He stepped inside quickly, throwing her off her footing as she backed up to accommodate him. Fear and excitement flickered on her face. He turned her around by her upper arm, then gripped the back of her neck to guide her the fifteen steps to the kitchen. He had learned the exact spots to press to guide her where he wanted, but he liked it if she stumbled a little.

"I told you to find a grown up suit. I won't let you forget again." Reaching up with one hand to hold her firm by her hair, he pulled kitchen shears out of a drawer with the other. She hissed on inhale when she felt the cold edge between her breasts, and exhaled with a gasp when he cut the cord holding her heavy tits into the nylon. He tapped her left nipple with the shears and paused to watch her face darken. Then he clipped each side of the obscene suit bottom, catching it before it fell to the floor, and listened to her muffled moan as he shoved it in her mouth. He let go of her hair, moving to pull the bikini top still hanging on her shoulders down, using the mangled blue suit to tie her wrists behind her back, and bent her forward over the kitchen table on top of the remains of their tomato and cheese breakfast.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. "That's better. Now you look closer to your 38 years. More like the used up whore who's just here for the taste of my cock." He circled her slowly, kicking her feet a little farther apart so he had a better view of her asshole and cunt, watching her face turn from pleasure to frustration. He waited, listening to her quick breaths, knowing that if he waited just a few seconds longer, her cunt would start twitching and she would start begging. Two more steps back. He saw her start to lift up to drag her nipples against the table, trying to gain traction, get a little relief.

"No. You move when I say you move."

She froze, but let out another groan of frustration. He stepped forward and reached through her legs and stroked her inner thigh. He listened to her breathing quicken as he ran one finger from her clit up through her cunt to her asshole, resting it lightly there, waiting for her to lose patience. When she leaned back, trying to increase the pressure, he slapped her ass, hard, finally earning that red mark he had been craving. "You impatient cunt." He took the swimsuit out of her mouth. "What can I do for you, my dear?"

"Fuck me, you sadistic old fuck."

"See, this is my advantage. With age comes patience. I've had an extra seven years to practice." But he supposed he could give her something, so he put two, then three fingers in her cunt, thumb on her clit, watching her rock back on his hand, her eyes closed. Just as he could tell from her gasps that she was about to cum he withdrew, listening to her frustrated groans. "You fucking asshole," she breathed, as he tasted her on his fingers. "We aren't done here until you learn to follow instructions," he responded, before moving her from her position splayed on the table to a more appropriate position, on her knees in front of him.

He leaned down to smell her hair, taste her face, salty from this morning's activity and the exertion of the last few minutes. He untied his suit, watching her face get hungrier and her lips part as she saw his hard cock come free. After he dropped the suit on the floor, he tapped her chin. "Open your fucking mouth." She did immediately, leaning forward to take him in her mouth, trying to find a rhythm without the use of her hands. He let her drive for a minute, enjoying the slick warmth and slow pace, before he took over, running his hands through her hair and then gripping the back of her head, seeking that additional tightness at the back of her throat. He pushed hard, feeling his cock break through deeper, tighter, hearing her choke around him. "You beautiful cock sucking whore. Goddamnit." The fourth time she gagged on his cock, he pulled her up again by the hair and pushed her back onto the table, resisting the urge to fuck her face until she drowned in his cum.

"Don't have it in you, old man?" His cock jumped, desperate to make her pay, make her understand its potency. He leaned over her and put one hand around her throat, thumb feeling her racing pulse, and the other hand ran through the hair covering her cunt, pulling on it until she started panting, mewling. "Shut. your. whore. mouth." He moved his hand from her neck to her face, slipping two fingers deep into her mouth, feeling the back of her throat. The other hand found and brutalized her clit until he felt her, more than heard her, cry out around his fingers as she came.

Her cunt was still twitching when he filled her completely with his cock, feeling her pulse around him while she arched her back and threw her legs over his shoulders.

After he finished, he pulled out slowly as she groaned, eyes closed and body hanging slack off the table. He watched his cum leak out slowly through her thick cunt hair, before turning to walk out of the room.

"This place is filthy. Get it cleaned up, and don't forget to get a new suit."
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