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Fucked by a Married German Daddy on the Nudist Beach

It was still early on a nearly empty stretch of beach in Formentera. I had walked almost half an hour from the hotel just to get away from the more crowded spots. My friends stayed in the pool. The sand was warm, the water clear, and almost no one was around. I stripped completely, swam naked for a while, then lay on my stomach with my ass in the air, letting the sun hit the pale skin. I had a book open in front of me, but I kept glancing at Grindr between pages.

That was when I saw him.

A man in his fifties came down one of the paths through the dunes. Tall, athletic build, short grey hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and round glasses. He was wearing a white Levi’s T-shirt and denim shorts. The second he noticed me he slowed down. I pretended to brush sand off my bubbly ass and deliberately let my fingers linger, pressing one lightly against my hole. His eyes locked on the movement. I held his gaze.

He sat down on the sand a short distance away and started rubbing the growing shape in his shorts. After a moment he adjusted himself more openly, gripping the length so I could clearly see how hard he was getting. I pushed my ass up a little higher and rolled my hips for him, slow and obvious.

When I was sure he was fully hard, I stood up, and walked past him. As I did I licked my lower lip and kept eye contact. Then I headed into the dunes. I didn’t have to look back to know he was following.

A few metres into the vegetation I found a shaded, hidden spot between the bushes and dropped to my knees. A minute later he appeared, already breathing harder. Without a word he shoved his shorts down, no underwear, and pulled out a long, slightly curved cock. Not extremely thick, but solid and already leaking at the tip. A gold wedding ring flashed on his finger as he grabbed the base.

I took him straight into my mouth.

He tasted clean, with a faint trace of soap and sunscreen. I sucked him hungrily, working my tongue along the underside while I bobbed deeper. He started speaking in low German, the words rough and unbroken, and began slapping my face lightly with his cock between thrusts. When I opened wider he pushed all the way in, using my throat with steady, strong strokes. Spit ran down my chin. My eyes watered. He kept one hand on the back of my head and fucked my mouth like he had every right to it.

After a few minutes he pulled out, hauled me up by the arm, and pushed me down onto all fours in the sand. I barely had time to brace myself before he spat on my hole, lined up, and shoved that long cock inside me in one firm thrust. I moaned loudly. He immediately covered my mouth with his hand and started pounding me hard, hips snapping against my ass.

I pushed back to meet every thrust, taking him as deep as I could. The feeling of being used like this, outdoors, by a married stranger who didn’t even ask, made my cock drip onto the sand beneath me. 

He kept speaking in German against my ear, the tone low and filthy even though I couldn’t understand the words. His wedding ring pressed against my hip every time he gripped me tighter.

He lasted longer than I expected. When he finally got close he drove in deep, held himself there, and came with a rough, low guttural sound, flooding my ass with thick pulses of cum. I felt every spurt. He stayed buried for a few extra seconds, breathing hard, then pulled out.

He stood up, pulled his shorts back on, and walked away without a single word.

I stayed in the sand for a while, heart still racing, his cum slowly running out of me. Later, when I walked back down to the water, I saw him again. He was sitting on a towel farther along the beach with a woman, presumably his wife, reading a book under a small beach umbrella.

I went into the sea and floated there with the water cool against my skin, still feeling the warm, used ache of his cock and the unmistakable slickness of his cum inside me.

Author’s note: All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.