A day at the shore was a day of opportunity for Emily. It gave her the opportunity to
get a little sun away from her boring time at school and her boring evening job. It gave
her the opportunity to be with her friends, the opportunity to meet people, the
opportunity to have fun. And, of course, the opportunity to show off the tight, lithe body
she worked so hard to maintain at the gym.
She was a small, neat, trim girl barely over five feet. At work and school she
displayed a quiet, efficient manner which left others with the impression she was quite
reserved and studious. But away from work and school, Emily was a party animal, and had
never quite lost the fascination she had first felt when younger, and her then blossoming
body had first begun to attract male attention.
Emily liked being looked at. Not always, not stared at rudely, but on days like
this, when the sun was shining, the air was warm, and the promenade was full, there was
just something special about wandering idly along in her small, thong bikini, her pert
young breasts tightly clutched by the small, half crescent bikini cups, pushed together
and out as if on display to any man who passed.
Because the top was black, it was more difficult to tell just how hard and erect
her pink nipples were. She had deliberately chosen black for that reason, because it
always turned Emily on to be half-naked in public. She always felt wicked and sinful – but
in a deliciously exciting way.
Her full, firm breasts were clasped tightly in the small cups, the pale skin
glistening from the tanning lotion she had spread over her chest – and the half of her
breasts which were exposed to the sun.
Emily’s legs were short, but well-sculpted, and the high-cut thong bottom, its thin
strings angling up across her hips, made them seem longer. Her bottom was plush and firm
and round, with the thin line of the black bikini sliding down between her buttocks to
press tightly against her soft shaven mound and the tight, neat little slit between her
legs.
It delighted Emily to be dressed in such a revealing fashion, and yet be considered
respectable – at least by most. She never dressed immodestly at school or work – quite the
contrary. But the shore was a place for very little clothing, and so while many looked
there were few disapproving scowls, and most of those from older women.
Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail which bobbed
along as she strolled up the promenade, headed for the refreshment booth up the way. Her
bright green eyes were covered by small, chic sunglasses which leant her a feeling of
anonymity while allowing her to monitor the faces of the men she passed, delighting in
each admiring or lustful stare.
She reached the booth and waited amongst the crowd a tad impatiently, the sun
beating down on her bare head. When she reached the counter she smiled up at the young man
there, who fought to keep his eyes on her face and not her revealed breast.
“A cherry ice pop, please,” she said.
Having the ice pop served two purposes. It was cool and tasty, which, of course,
was the main purpose. But it was also a rounded pop, and sliding it in and out of her
mouth was a way to tease the men passing by even more – well, the good-looking ones,
anyway.
There was just something about suggestively sucking on an ice pop, pushing it in
and out of her mouth as a man looked at her. It was even better with teenage boys ,who got
so helplessly wide eyed, and sometimes got very obvious erections just from looking on.
That was both embarrassing and deliciously, wickedly fun, and a big boost to her ego.
She paid him and moved away, backing out of the crowd. Things were so noisy – with
the music being played by the booth, and more music – foreign music of some kind – coming
from nearby, that she could hardly hear herself think, and moved more hastily than normal,
pop in her mouth, as she walked away and went around the side of the booth.
She knew what was there, after all, a nice, neat wooden fence with a wide top
beneath the shade of the trees perfect for sitting and watching crowds go by.
She actually ran into the man before seeing him there, and stumbled aside, grabbed
by another man to stop from falling.
And suddenly, everything changed. The bright sunlight of the promenade had given
way to the shade under the trees, and she was surrounded by men – dark men, Black men, she
realized with a rising sense of nervousness. The loud foreign music she’d heard was coming
from a radio sitting on the fence. Several men were sitting along the fence, and others on
the bench beneath it. Others were standing around. There were at least a dozen young men
altogether, and they looked at her with varying expressions of lust, hostility, and
resentment.
“Oh! Excuse me,” she said, startled, starting to back away.
She backed into a man, however, and squealed, leaping forward as she felt his hands
on her bare bottom. The other men laughed and she whirled around, glaring, but anxious.
More of them were leering at her, and her way back into the sunlight was cut off.
“Excuse me, please,” she said more firmly.
“What’s your name, girl?” the man asked with a leer, his voice heavily accented.
She tried to ease past him but he stepped aside to block her.
“Don’t you want to tell us your name?”
“She’s a slut,” she heard one of the others say, his voice also accented.
“Give me a kiss and I’ll let you by,” the man said, stepping forward, forcing Emily
to step back.
“No. Please get out of my way,” she said firmly.
She was frightened, but there were people nearby, after all. There were limits to
what these men could do to her. Or so she thought.
He stepped forward again, and again she was forced to step back, gasping as she
found herself back against the fence. One of the men sitting there spread his legs and
drew her in between, gripping her upper arms.
“Let me go!”
The other men moved in close in front of her, and took her hand, the one with the
ice pop, taking the ice pop from it and pressing it against her mouth.
“Show me how you eat your ice pop, cuiz,” he said, leaning in above her.
There was a ripple of laughter from the men surrounding her as he pushed the ice
pop into her mouth. Emily was more frightened now, and tried to twist away from the arms
of the man behind her. But he squeezed his knees in against her sides and held her upper
arms as the man before her forced the ice pop into her mouth.
“Suck on it,” the man ordered, his eyes growing hard. “Suck on it, English slut!”
Whimpering, tears starting to fill her eyes, the helpless young girl began to suck
on the ice pop as the men surrounding her looked on and leered. The man before her smirked
and drew the ice pop back, then pushed it in again, slowly, as Emily sucked on it.
“Do you like sucking on things, little girl?” he asked in a low, menacing voice.
“English bitches are all sluts,” a voice said.
“All white bitches are sluts,” another said.
She heard a ripple of other voices, saying things in a foreign language.
Emily twisted her head and struggled to break free, but then a man standing next to
the one in front of her leaned in and she gasped in terror as he produced a knife,
pressing it against her chin. She froze, heart pounding, and he grimly slid the knife up
across her mouth and then beneath her nose.
“You want me to cut your nose off, English slut?” he asked harshly.
There was another ripple of laughter, and jokes and words in a foreign tongue. Then
the man on the other side reached in and roughly squeezed her breast. The man before her
took the other, and large male fingers kneaded and roughly fondled Emily’s breasts as she
stared frozen in terror.
There were more words in a foreign tongue, and more laughter, then another knife
slid between her breasts and cut the string of her bikini between the cups. They sprang
away, baring her breasts, and she felt a shockwave of humiliation roll over her as the me
laughed and jostled to get in closer, their hands mauling and squeezing her breasts as the
knife was held beneath her nose.
The man in front of her leaned in. He was a massive Black man, with broad
shoulders, a blunt face with a wide nose, and large, full lips. He bared white teeth as he
leaned in before her. “Are you going to be a good girl?” he demanded.
The ice pop was pulled out of her mouth and she whimpered, gulping in air,
trembling.
“I asked you a question, bitch.”
“Y-Y-Yes,” she squeaked.
He reached for her pony tail and yanked her forward, then down, forcing her to her
knees before him. She could see sunlight through the legs of the men before her, but they
were clearly blocking all sight of what was happening from anyone walking by. Emily could
see glimpses of movement not more than ten yards back, but no one was paying attention to
the group of Black men – most likely the were giving them a wide berth.
And then she gasped anew, another wave of shock and fear washing over her as the
man undid the buttons on his swim trunks and brought out his cock, glistening hard and
black, rubbing it in her face as he held onto her pony tail.
“Suck this instead, white girl,” he ordered.
“Please!” she whimpered. “Please let me g – urgh!”
He shoved his cock into her mouth, and the men crowded around, leering down at her
as the music wailed. She sucked weakly on the man’s cock, her lips spread wide. Her hands
rose, pressing against his hips, trying to push him back, but a moment later the torn
remnants of her top were pulled back over her shoulders. Then her arms were yanked back
and she felt something tied around her wrists, locking the behind her back.
The man above held her hair tightly, forcing her lips forward along the fat, hard
length of his black shaft, and Emily sucked dazedly, gurgling uncomfortably as the
uncircumcised head pushed towards the back of her throat. She tried to ease back but the
hold on her hair was remorseless. The cock gagged her, and then drew back, pushed forward
to gag her again, then drew back, as the men surrounding her chattered and laughed in
their incomprehensible language.
Her mouth was pulled forward again, and though she tried to twist and pull away, he
was very strong. She gagged as the head of his cock pushed into her throat. Then her eyes
went wide, and she tried to scream, tried frantically to twist away, and fought nausea as
his cock was jammed down into her throat.
The men’s laughter and comments rose in volume as the man put another hand behind
Emily’s head, and forced her remorseless down the length of his fat shaft until her nose
was buried in his groin. Then he held her there as the other me applauded. Emily was
twisting and writhing, her chest hot, her stomach threatening to turn over, her skull
throbbing and pounding from lack of oxygen.
“Fuckeeng English whore,” the man said with a sneer.
Black dots danced before Emily’s eyes, and the world began to swim around her as he
drew her head back. The big black cock came free of her mouth amid a gush of saliva, and
she coughed violently and drew in deep, desperate breaths of air.
The Black men were all around her, on all sides, hemming her, their black cocks
held in eager hands, pointing menacingly at her face. Her head was pulled to the right,
and another cock was shoved into her mouth as the first one rubbed against her cheek.
“Suck it,” a man growled in heavily accented English. “Suck it, bitch!”
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