It was a time when there were still newspapers with classified ads, the internet was still in its infancy and dating portals had not yet been invented. Back then, every Friday, people looking for a date would pounce on the „Acquaintances“ section of the free newspaper in their letterboxes. I still have fond memories of one ad, because a woman rarely offered herself so clearly and bluntly. It was just before the vacation season and the message was more than clear:
„I am a student, young, blonde, presentable. Looking for a man who invites me on vacation. No camping. I prefer good hotels,“ it read. Of course, every man knew exactly what was meant: I have no money, but I also want to go on vacation. So find someone who will put up with me and in return I’ll spread my legs for him.
Of course, every man knew that this was a casual whore who wanted to scrounge herself a vacation trip. But many a single man goes on vacation anyway to make a vacation acquaintance as quickly as possible who acts on exactly the same principle. After all, it’s not only on Malle that there are plenty of young cunts on the beach who are willing to be fucked if you take them out to dinner and to the disco.
So when one of them asked for her entire vacation to be paid for, it wasn’t really anything new, but just the next step up from a familiar strategy. This lady didn’t just want a few dinners and long drinks every evening, she wanted the entire vacation. All inclusive on both sides, so to speak. However, her request led to the conclusion that she really was a respectable woman. After all, her patron would want to take a closer look beforehand, because no man would be stupid enough to commit to one particular woman for an entire summer vacation if she wasn’t really an eye-catcher.
At the time, I was tempted to take a closer look at this woman who seemed ready for anything. So I wrote a few suitable lines to the box number given and was curious to see if she would take up my offer. Of course, I had discreetly let it be known that I belonged to the upper income bracket. And I had confirmed to her that a really nice vacation naturally also included an excellent hotel. And since I am one of those people who earn their money by writing, I was successful and my words did not go unheard.
We met in a nice café, as two strangers do when they don’t know each other and want to change that. I presented myself as the successful banker who had just received a significant commission and wanted to treat himself to two weeks on the island of Corsica. And since I was single at the time, her ad came in handy. She in turn introduced herself as a business student and had obviously made all the arrangements to present herself as sexily as possible. She didn’t seem to be a professional. But probably a young woman with fairly loose morals. I estimated her to be in her early twenties.
My vacation plans hadn’t been decided yet, I claimed. But I had a travel brochure with me and had a few particularly good hotels recommended. We talked about this for quite a while and I took advantage of her physical proximity to inspect her more closely with furtive glances. Of course, she realized our age difference, but it was probably also clear to her that a young guy hardly had the vacation budget to simply put up with a willing snail.
We hadn’t exchanged a word in terms of performance and consideration. But when we parted company, it seemed that our vacation together was a done deal. Two weeks later, she was waiting for us in her vacation outfit and with her travel bag full to bursting and the cab took us to the airport. „I don’t like leaving my BMW in a parking garage for so long,“ I lied.
In terms of appearance, we could easily have been father and daughter. Or at least boss and secretary. But that no longer causes a stir these days. So she was clearly looking forward to a vacation that she probably couldn’t afford herself. And I was looking forward to this tight bottom, which was provocatively covered by summery thin trousers. Well wait, you little fruit, were my secret thoughts, I’m going to teach you a lesson that you more than deserve.
I had deliberately chosen a fairly large hotel that promised enough anonymity to avoid attracting attention. The bus had taken almost three hours to make its way to the hotel via the island’s roads, which are completely overloaded in high season. We were correspondingly exhausted and sweaty when we finally stood in our hotel room and looked out over the sea.
„I’m going to have a quick shower,“ she said, because the evening buffet was less than an hour away. „I’ll come with you,“ was my curt reply. „No, no, I’d rather do it on my own,“ she countered as she rummaged in her bag for a suitable outfit for the evening. I did the same, undressed, waited until I heard the sound of the shower and wordlessly joined her. I had told her I was coming with her and here I was. Her body language showed that she wasn’t necessarily happy about it, but she obviously didn’t want to start a fight on the first day and therefore tolerated us making physical contact for the first time in the confines of a hotel shower.
„I don’t really like it,“ she finally said, trying to express her disagreement as gently as possible. „That may be. But I felt like it and from now on you will do what I like and not the other way around.“ I noticed how she stiffened and sensed that she wanted to contradict me. But she swallowed her words and kept quiet. So the battle lines were drawn.
My attitude towards her was ambivalent. She was extremely pretty and made a natural impression. But I wondered how many men she had already played this game with. She actually seemed to be studying business administration. At least I had the impression from our conversation on the plane that she knew what she was talking about. But it seemed that her parents couldn’t support her as much as she would have liked and the semester break was probably too short for her to work. However, she didn’t seem to be a real slut. She just wasn’t mature enough for that and somehow struck me as the daughter I’d never had myself.
At dinner, we sat opposite each other like couples sit opposite each other. She was impressed by the hotel. Obviously, this category had been foreign to her until then. She timidly asked to go on a little tour afterwards to see everything that was on offer here. Above all, however, she wanted to go to the beach. I was pleased to notice her reserved, almost insecure manner and agreed with her. After all, she hadn’t just said what she wanted to do afterwards. She had kindly asked to be allowed to do it. I liked that and felt the need to put a fatherly arm around her shoulder.
The hotel was in a really nice location, just a few steps from the sea. Holding hands like a couple in love, we went for a long walk on the beach, familiarized ourselves with the hotel’s facilities and then ended up in the bar. I made sure she had enough alcohol, knowing that a slim young woman could take far less of it than a seasoned man like me. At first, it only had a stimulating effect on her tongue and she chatted on and on about whatever came into her head. Eventually, however, her thoughts slowed down and her words became sparser. So it was time to end the social part of the evening and retire to our room.
I put my arms around her waist as we walked towards the elevator. That was a good thing. Without my support, she would probably have staggered rather unsteadily across the lobby and had problems finding her room.
I knew that we would have sex before midnight. But I wanted to enjoy her fresh and clean. So I forced her to take another shower. But she didn’t seem to feel like it and made an effort to refuse. She simply ignored my request and threw herself on the bed instead. So the alcohol fog had the expected effect. I pulled her up to me forcefully, gave her a rough slap on the bottom, which brought her back to reality and pushed her towards the bathroom. She had to learn to take my wishes seriously and respect my orders.
This time I left her alone. At least for a while. I used the time to undress myself and then joined her in the shower. This time she didn’t dare to object. Or she couldn’t put a complete sentence together and so left it. I reached around her and turned the shower to cold, which she acknowledged with a squeak and wanted to flee from the cold hail of water. But I held on to her tightly until I felt that she had regained at least some of her senses. Then I let her go and took a shower myself while I watched her hastily dry herself off.
„Make yourself pretty,“ I said as I left the bathroom, wet as I was, to rub myself dry.
She had obviously understood, because it took her a little eternity to finally reappear. Her almost waist-length hair was neatly blow-dried and combed. Her entire body was carefully moisturized and had a matt, shimmering shine. A feminine perfume floated through the air. Her gaze wavered somewhere between seduction and overtiredness. She really was a beautiful creature, I realized once again as I lay back on the bed and looked at her from below. My feet were still on the floor. My legs were spread wide apart. My cock showed unmistakable signs of horniness.
She understood. Or rather, she thought she understood. She approached me slowly and with lascivious movements. She made an effort to bend over me to kiss me on the chest. Her nipples, swollen into two hard buds, revealed that she was also aroused. She had beautiful breasts. Not too big, but firm and without any tendency to sag.
„Get on your knees,“ I instructed her and gently pushed her off me. She reacted with irritation, but she obeyed and knelt in front of me right between my legs. My cock was now sticking stiffly up in the air, unmistakably expressing its desire. I nodded to her, assuming that she understood the situation and would do what her mouth was made for. But it took her a while to understand. Then she reluctantly shook her head. „No … I don’t want that,“ came timidly from her lips.
„I thought we’d already sorted that out. What you want is completely irrelevant here.“ I straightened up and looked her in the eye.
I gave her a little more time to think about it. Then, without a word, I pulled her towards me, bent her over my lap and gave her conveniently already exposed bottom a continuous series of loud slapping blows with the flat of my hand. She reared up, but was held in place by my left hand. Her buttocks began to glow. She whimpered and kicked her legs wildly, giving me repeated glimpses of her cunt. She obviously exercised regularly, because she had a very shapely bottom that felt firm and elastic. In its current position, it fell into two halves, divided by a deep cleft. I made sure that each buttock received the same number of strokes.
After well over a dozen strokes, I let go of her. She immediately jumped up and wanted to run away. But she quickly realized that there was no where for her to go. She would have to share this hotel room with me for a full two weeks. And she would have no choice but to bow to my wishes. I could literally feel these or similar thoughts running through her head. I gave her time to come to terms with herself, dropped my upper body back onto the bed and waited. My cock was still pointing steeply upwards. Her stomach showed shiny wet spots that could only have been caused by my lust.
She approached me hesitantly, slowly got down on her knees and thoughtfully did what was expected of her. She acted rather awkwardly, which led me to conclude that this was probably her first time. But it still felt good to watch her lips close around my shaft. And it felt exciting when she used her tongue after a while and her head rose and fell evenly. She had obviously got over her initial disgust quickly and realized that it wasn’t actually that bad.
I didn’t want to come inside her and interrupted the game before it was too late. I pulled her to me on the bed and did what a woman is made for. It was our first night together and we would have many more opportunities to try out the thousand variations of love. So for now I left it at an ordinary fuck, spread her legs and bent them back before I effortlessly penetrated her opening, which was already well prepared for my coming. I fucked her hard, deep and extensively until her whole body began to tremble and a series of small, suppressed screams expressed her orgasm. Then I came too and unloaded myself into her with powerful spasms.
„Tomorrow you’ll shave properly,“ I whispered in her ear as we lay on the bed later, embraced tightly and letting the feelings of our first night of love together fade away before sleep took our consciousness. She hadn’t responded. But I was sure she would do as I asked. She only had a light, blonde fuzz down there. But I don’t like hair on my tongue when I want to experience the scent and taste of a woman.
I was up early the next morning. I opened the door to the balcony and a pleasantly fresh breeze blew through the room. I reached for my tablet to check my emails and read the latest news. She woke up a little later too, which was probably because the morning breeze was too fresh for her naked body stretched out on the bed. She also had to pee, which was hardly surprising given the alcohol she had consumed yesterday. So she disappeared into the bathroom and was busy with herself there for a long time. She was wearing a summery, airy dress when she reappeared and joined me on the balcony.
„Did you sleep well?“ she opened the day with the expected phrase. „Like a rock,“ I replied and gently pulled her to me. She leaned down towards me and we kissed. Not passionately, but gently, like two friends who get on well and are on their first vacation together. I put the tablet to one side and let my right hand slide under her dress. She was wearing panties, or rather a tiny thong, with not much more than a string between her legs. I pushed the non-existent obstacle aside and gently stroked her pussy.
She had been obedient. My groping fingers found no blond undergrowth, as they had the night before, but only soft, smooth and slightly moist skin. I smiled at her and she smiled back mischievously. Should a few blows with the flat of my hand have awakened her obedience like that? Or was the orgasm so good that she was prepared to do anything to keep me happy? I pulled her towards me. My robe had opened and my stiff cock was clearly telling me what I wanted from her.
She pushed up her dress and sat over me with her legs spread. My cock almost found its target on its own, which was probably also due to the fact that she was dripping wet. This time it was she who took the active part. She rode my cock with rotating movements and I enjoyed the wonderful feeling while all the action remained discreetly hidden under her wide dress. After all, we were in a hotel here and could definitely be watched.
Her movements became more violent and her upper body bent far back. She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming out loud, but her whole body trembled and left no doubt that the day had begun with good feelings for her too. She let her orgasm fade and stood up, taking great care not to stain her light-colored dress.
„Now you have to take another shower,“ I said and grinned. She blushed and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
It is above all the breakfast that distinguishes a luxury hotel from a normal tourist hotel. She drank a coffee, ate a croissant and helped herself generously to the overwhelming selection of exotic fruits. I ordered a Darjeeling Second Flush and indulged in an extensive men’s breakfast with all the trimmings.
„I want you to take your panties off,“ I said casually as I buttered one of those tiny buns. She seemed embarrassed and looked around furtively to make sure no one had heard me.
„But I’m only wearing a thong,“ she protested in a whisper. „You don’t want me to …“
„That you’re naked under the dress, exactly. There’s no nudist beach here in Corsica, so you’ll have to wear a bikini to go swimming, but otherwise you won’t be wearing any superfluous clothing here.“
„But I’m embarrassed. It embarrasses me to know that I don’t have anything underneath.“
„Watch out, my dear. I’ve heard the word ‚but‘ for the second time. But that’s exactly what I don’t want to hear coming out of your mouth. Never again, do you understand me?“
She looked at me and I could feel that she was struggling with herself. Her gaze was far into the distance and her lips were pressed tightly together. Almost as if she was trying to prevent the wrong word from escaping her. She stood up and walked towards the breakfast bar. My gaze followed her and I enjoyed the sight of her round bottom, which was caressed by the flowing fabric of her dress with every step. I have to hand it to her, I thought. She knows how to put herself in the limelight. Maybe she bought the thong especially for her vacation. After all, only married women wear panties that show under their dresses. Women who at some point don’t care what they look like or whether their husband finds them desirable.
She came back with a small cheese board, which was probably the main part of her breakfast. She put the plate down, put two fresh rolls in the basket and came over to me. She kissed me gently on the temple and took her seat again.
„I don’t know if I can do that,“ she began hesitantly and in a hushed voice. „I would imagine all the time that everyone could see it and everyone would think I was a slut.“
That’s exactly what you are, I thought to myself, without saying it out loud: „Take a look around, sweetheart. This is a luxury hotel. You’ll only find couples over fifty here who can afford the prices. You’re a thorn in the side of the women anyway. Of course, the men envy me for having a pretty, young companion like you. But their wives despise you. They’re all at an age where they can only take refuge in morality to feel superior. Do you really want to worry about what these old hens think of you?“
„Does it turn you on to know that I have nothing on but this fluffy dress?“
„What’s the difference between a thong that’s just a few strings and nothing at all? Nobody can see that anyway.“
„Yes, but I know it. I know that any man could reach under my dress and feel me up. And I would be afraid of any gust of wind that would reveal that I have nothing underneath.“
He ignored her argument. Instead, he hissed at her: „I’ve heard the word ‚but‘ again. I think I need to teach you to hold your tongue in future and not piss me off.“
This time it was he who stood up, walked around the table and leaned down towards her. He also gave her a light kiss on the temple. To a casual observer, it looked like an act of affection between father and daughter. Or like a sign of affection between two lovers. But that was because no one heard what he whispered in her ear:
„Get up right now and go upstairs. Take your clothes off and wait for me. And don’t get any ideas.“
With that, he sat down again and continued his breakfast as if nothing had happened.
It obviously took her a while to weigh up his words. But then she slowly stood up and adjusted her chair. She made an effort to appear completely unconcerned as she moved away. But he could see from her gait alone that she was anything but unconcerned. Somehow women behave like little dogs, he thought. You get the feeling they’ll turn tail if you reprimand them. They know exactly how they have to go so that their bottom develops the desired movement. But when they are threatened with punishment, they behave as if it wasn’t there at all.
He wanted to let her stew for a while longer. The fear of an announced punishment was an extremely effective disciplinarian, he was sure. She didn’t really know him yet. But she should tremble before the unknown that lay ahead of her. And she had probably realized that she shouldn’t undress to be fucked.
He grabbed another large glass of fruit juice and took it out onto the terrace. The adjacent pool was still deserted at this time of day. But there were a few teenagers lying bored in their deckchairs, playing with their cell phones. Among them was a chubby little girl who looked like she had been going to McDonalds a lot, and a very young girl who wasn’t quite sure whether she was still a child or had already developed the first signs of a woman. Lolitas are getting younger and younger, he thought. You almost get the feeling that consuming porn too early accelerates development in the long term. He didn’t think much of the left. But perhaps sex education in kindergarten was better than letting kids experiment with each other unsuspectingly. They used to play doctor games to satisfy their curiosity. Today, they know exactly how a penis and a vagina belong together, even if they can only try it out for the first time years later.
He finished his voyeuristic half hour and made his way upstairs.
She was lying on her stomach on the bed when he entered the room. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel that she was crying. He was pleased to see that she had responded to his request. She was naked and he took plenty of time to take in the sight of her. She was slim without looking skinny. Her thighs were closed so that her sex remained hidden. Her buttocks showed a pronounced bulge. Her skin was a shade lighter than the rest of her body and he resolved to expose her naked to the sun more often to avoid the ridiculous contrast between tanned and pale skin that was unfortunately unavoidable in a country where nude bathing was forbidden.
Without a word, he took his belt out of his trousers and stood at the side of the bed. She looked at him pleadingly, but his gaze remained unyielding. Actually, he had a good mind to give her a good thrashing so that it would burn deep into her consciousness that she was better off submitting to his will. But her body should still be at his service and he didn’t want to disfigure it. So he only pulled the leather belt halfway through, drawing only six welts on her vibrating flesh, before calmly looping his belt back into the light linen pants he had chosen this morning.
Then he sat down next to her on the bed, pulled her close and took her in his arms without saying a word. He had put the do not disturb sign on the door to the room. So no chambermaid would come to disturb her. She sobbed quietly to herself and he fell into a pleasant stupor, which was aided by the increasing heat. At some point, they both dozed off and lost all sense of time and space.
He lost himself in a dream that somehow didn’t quite make sense, but triggered pleasant feelings in him. Feelings that became more and more intense until he finally woke up and realized that although he had been dreaming, reality was no less pleasant.
He was lying on his back. His shirt was unbuttoned. His pants were next to him. His underpants were also missing. He looked between the legs of his young companion. She was kneeling over him with her legs apart. The Lady Shaver had done a great job, because she was as naked as a woman could be. Her labia gaped apart and he could see her cunt in great detail. A moist, almost wet cunt, whose juices dripped onto him from time to time while she was busy getting his love juices flowing.
He could see her love hole up close, pulsating from time to time as if impatiently waiting to finally be filled by his phallus. Just above it, her buttocks gaped apart and he could see the wrinkled gate of her second opening, which he hadn’t even thought about using yet. One day he would do her the alternative way, but for now his attention was drawn to the clear welts that ran across her buttocks.
He was pleased with himself. Her skin was still clearly swollen, but no permanent marks were to be expected. A controlled leather strap did produce the desired pain. But tomorrow there would be no sign of its effect.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to him. He breathed in her scent, which was vaguely reminiscent of musk, but clearly expressed lust and willingness. She had obviously learned her lesson. You don’t contradict a man like him. Recalcitrance has consequences and a disobedient girl must expect to be beaten. He therefore knew that she wanted to make up for her misbehavior by having her way with his cock, as every man likes to do.
His tongue began to explore the reddish interior of her vulva. Shapely labia minora were framed by fleshy bulges that kept everything tightly closed when the woman was in a normal posture, but readily revealed everything as soon as she opened her thighs. A hard bud formed the end of one end, while the other led to a dripping wet opening. Between her and the adjacent anus was a distance of two fingers at best. He bravely pulled her buttocks apart while his nimble tongue persistently did its work, causing her love hole to contract faster and faster.
At some point it happened and she was shaken by violent spasms as her lips broke away from him and opened into small, sharp cries.
When her reactions had gradually subsided, he withdrew from her, rolled to the side and took up a wide-legged position above her. With a firm grip, he grabbed her hips, pulled her vigorously towards him and let his cock find its way. He was hornier than he had been for a long time and his phallus showed it with its particularly pronounced length and hardness. He took her like a man takes a woman he has subdued. Again and again he pulled his cock back to the glans to penetrate her again to its full length. He didn’t care that it only took her a few moments to come again. He fucked her gently yet vigorously. He took in the arousing sight of her bottom, on which he had written his message with six clearly visible welts.
He fucked her until he too came with a huge explosion and they both continued their morning siesta in a tight embrace.
No, she wasn’t a slut and she certainly wasn’t a hooker. No woman could simulate such orgasms and no man could get such satisfaction from a woman who only served him for money.
So what was it? Was she a starving woman who had never been properly fucked by a real man? Was it a young woman seeking safety and security in the arms of an older man? Was it really just sex or was there already affection, devotion, even love involved? He had taken the wind out of her sails right from the start and made it clear that it was he who set the rules here. He had chastised her like a naughty little girl when she refused him. He had taught her a lesson when she openly defied him. He had authority over her and she seemed to need it.
He appreciated her body, her youth, her almost flawless beauty. And he had the distinct feeling that this was far more than a mutual agreement. More than a vacation acquaintance. More than a young woman who let herself be kept by a sugar daddy. This woman was educated and had class. But she was like putty in his hands.