Georgia - S01 E59

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Georgia - S01 E59

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

Between my legs a dildo on a pole threatened to stab into my pussy. After a couple of minor adjustment I was getting fucked again. My sensitive pussy gave me 5 orgasms that time and I had no problem standing when I was released.

That was it for the evening. Daniella was right about being knackers, but I wasn’t as bad as I expected. After a shower the club got me a taxi back to the boat.

I was awoken the next morning by my phone ringing. When I answered it I heard a vaguely familiar voice.

“Hi, this is Randy from on the carrier; is that Lolita?”

“Yes.”

“We met the other afternoon and we all had some good fun; do you remember us?”

“My first 5 sea fucks, how could I forget you.”

“Well the carrier is leaving Ibiza tomorrow and we’re having a party tonight. I, we; were wondering if you’d like to come along.”

“Randy, I told you, I’m not a whore.”

“Whores get paid Lolita and we’re not offering to pay you.”

“Good point Randy.”

“How many guys will be there?”

“About a hundred.”

“Bloody hell Randy, you’re not expecting me to fuck a hundred sex starved sailors are you?”

“Hell no; about 20 girls are being invited.”

“Phew, I was getting worried for a minute.”

“There’s just one problem.”

“And what is that Randy?”

“There’s a rule about the clothes that the girls can wear.”

“And what is that?”

“The only thing that they can wear is a suit, their birthday suit.”

“Bloody hell Randy, how am I supposed to get there naked?”

“We thought about telling you all to leave wherever you live naked and find your own way there and back but we thought that it might be a bit of a problem for some so we’re sending cars out to pick the girls up and then return them in the morning.”

“That’s better.”

“So where do you want picking up Lolita?”

I thought for a second then said,

“Do you remember that café that you took me to?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be waiting outside that, hiding behind a parked car.”

“Okay, it will be at 21 hundred hours. Please be there Lolita.”

“I will, I like US Navy cocks.”

When I terminated the call I thought,

“What the hell have I let myself in for?”

I looked at the time; I had 2 hours to get to the hypnotist. I decided to spend the first 30 minutes of those 2 hours giving myself a reason(s) to say the word ‘Priapus’.

After a shower I brushed my hair and put it in pigtails; possibly being something to do with the name that the Navy guys would be calling me that night.

I put on a strings only thong and walked over to the café for a good breakfast. Manuel complimented me on my looks but I didn’t know what aspect of my looks he was talking about. My recently brushed hair, my all-over tan, my thong, what he could see between the strings or just the overall image. Whatever he meant I took the compliment.

A young couple came in and smiled at me as they went passed. I guessed that I just looked like a young topless girl eating her breakfast. Nothing special about that in Ibiza.

They may not have been thinking that when I left; I had to walk passed them and the woman’s eyes went wide open when she realised that she could see that would normally have been hidden by a triangle of material. I smiled at her and I guessed that her man’s eyes followed my butt out.

I debated with myself, if I should wear a vibrator or a butt plug to my hypnosis session but in the end I decided just to go au naturel – apart from a dress. I chose one of my strapless, elasticated top dresses which I can get off in less than 2 seconds. If I decided to get naked I wanted to do it so quick that the man didn’t have time to tell me to stop.

I got to the hypnotist’s office with 5 minutes to spare and I went and knocked on the door.

Chuck opened it and invited me in. Then he pointed to the sofa indicating that I should sit there. Again, I perched on the front edge.

“So Georgia; how are you?”

“Fine thank you.”

“Have you been practicing what we discussed?”

“You mean the getting myself off and saying ‘Priapus’?”

“Yes Georgia.”

“Yes I have.”

“Since you were last here, how many times have you done it?”

“Difficult to say, I haven’t kept a count but it’s probably somewhere in the region of 100 times.”

“ONE HUNDRED. Wow Georgia something like 8 or 10 was the answer that I was expecting; and that’s probably more than the average for a young woman like yourself.”

“But I like doing it.; it seems to be quite easy to do it these days; look, I’ll show you.”

With me being perched on the front of the sofa, and the fact that my dress is so short that I can’t sit on any of it, it was dead easy to just grab the hem and pull it up over my head and off.