So I spent the early part of the morning cleaning up. Did a quick all out body shave, not that I'd had any hair, just to feel that crazy erotic feeling when wearing sexy outfits or walking around the flat nude. Toni was still asleep, deep, deep sleep. Didn't think he'd wake up in awhile. I started getting very horny again, thinking of the previous night. I felt erotic rushes all through my body having been fucked so hard. I surely wanted more. The rays of sunlight would be extreme in a bit. And then it hit me. Why don't I get a sexy bikini tan? It would take some time but I'd always fantasized about it. So I went back to the bedroom, Toni lay there out for the count. Standing by the bedside, could see his cock half erect and was so tempted to touch it but second thoughts suggested otherwise. I felt sexy dropping my transparent gown to the floor, got out my string bikini set and put it on the bed. I was taken back by how feminine I'd become pretty much overnight. Surely having lost a couple of kilos, I admired my sleek, sultry hour glass frame in the mirror chuckling softly at the fact that if Tony woke up, he'd fuck me again. Did a quick touch of make-up and put on one of my favorites, a purple string bikini set. ooHHHHHHHHhhhh, it felt like there was no tomorrow. I loved the way my cock slipped to the side, the sheer feel of the v-string sinking deep into my ass and the lacey tie up bra around my neck. If only I had breasts I thought, but that was too far fetched. Never mind. Pulsating lust took over me quick and I did a brief dance around the bed hoping that he'd open his eyes but it was not to be. Leaving the room, I headed to the hall with a mattress and pillow, threw them on the floor, had a quick drink and lay down on my back facing the window. Wanted so hard to jerk off but refrained, smoked a cig and drifted off to sleep.
The sun grew hot, and I switched positions feeling vulnerable and sensual in between the breeze flowing through the hall and my bareness of someone else being there. Little did I know 3 hours were up and I became more conscious when I heard movement in the kitchen. I looked up and saw Tony standing at the entrance staring at me, with an expressionless swagger. He had a small towel wrapped around his waist. He just finished eating some breakfast I had prepared, poured himself a drink and lay on the sofa. HE switched on the TV, browsing aimlessly through the channels, keeping his eyes on me from time to time. It was at this moment that I felt a host of emotions from embarrassed, humiliated to downright sexy, vulnerable, and bold. Truth is I felt like a slut and I liked it. Then he said "You were the tightest fuck I ever had" and I gasped in a womanly way. "Nothing I ever had felt like last night, and I certainly want more". I looked at him in a sexy way and replied "Come and get it". I turned onto my chest and seductively posed. Minutes went by as I anticipated his first touch. And then I felt his huge hands come caressing from my ankles, up my thighs as he massaged my ass. I moaned and quivered. "You should grow your hair long and grow breasts while your at it, you'd make the most beautiful she male in the world, we could live together secretly and I would fuck you twice every day, anywhere you want, on the road, in a car, the beach" and then without moments pause he slipped his fingers up my love hole, pulling my string to the side. I gasped as he moved his fingers inside me, the pain and pleasure intertwining at their maxes. "Let's go to the beach and fuck tonight" I couldn't take it anymore. In a flash, I spun around on all fours, met his rock hard cock in my face and began to suck it like an animal. He laughed "I knew it, you're a slut and you love cock now, there's no turning back where we are going, I'm going to turn you into a she male and you will do everything I say. You love cock and you want it" I sucked harder as he groaned in pleasure, holding my head tight and slapping me. "No one has ever sucked me like this, such a tight mouth and hole you have, your mine now" and he pushed me on my back, raised my legs high and entered me with partial force. I was about to scream but he closed my mouth with a strong palm and began fucking me. I eased myself speechless as he fucked slowing down the friction. He kissed me hard, his tongue ravenous and uncontrollable, bigger than mine. He kept uttering filth in my ears as his cock pounded me getting harder and harder. My hands wrapped around his shoulders made of steel and in one tug, he lifted me off the mattress and began tearing me up. I cried and moaned softly trying my best to not scream. And then he came, came hard, maybe harder than the night the bastard. He came inside me for the second time. I was in a lusty trance again, swooned, partially unaware of anything. He flipped me like a bun, locked my hands behind my back in his firm grip, facing me towards the balcony and grabbed my cock. For a few minutes, he fondled me and then pumped and pumped until I shot a load almost screaming in the process. The orgasm was so extreme like I'd never felt especially since someone else jerked me, someone with really big hands. He threw me on the mattress like a rag doll, got up, dressed and just before leaving said "Be ready tonight, I'll call you, we're going to the beach" and he left. I lay there feeling tizzy, lying in my own cum, while his cum oozed out of me.