I had always needed a break from the city's chaos, so I booked a solo trip to Digha, the beach town where the waves crashed endlessly and the air smelled of salt and freedom. It was my first time traveling alone, and I felt a thrill of independence as I checked into a small guesthouse near the shore. That evening, as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in oranges and pinks, I wandered the beach. That's when I saw him—a tall, rugged stranger with sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders straining against his tank top, and a smirk that promised trouble. Our eyes locked as he lounged against a palm tree, beer in hand. He was the type that made my pulse race, all raw masculinity and confidence.
He approached me casually, his voice deep and accented. 'First time here? You look like you could use some company.' I nodded, flustered, and before I knew it, we were chatting. His name was Raj, a local who ran a nearby guesthouse. The conversation flowed easily, laced with flirtation that sent heat pooling in my gut. When he invited me back to his place for drinks, I couldn't say no. 'Just a couple of beers, watch the sunset from my balcony,' he said, his hand brushing my arm.
His guesthouse was modest but private, tucked away from the main strip. We settled on the balcony with cold beers, the ocean roaring below. He kept pouring, toasting to new adventures, and I drank more than I should, the alcohol warming my veins and loosening my inhibitions. His touches grew bolder—a hand on my thigh, a lean-in that brought his lips close to my ear. 'You're cute when you're tipsy,' he murmured. My head spun, desire overriding caution. He pulled me inside to the dimly lit room, his mouth crashing onto mine in a bruising kiss.
Clothes came off in a frenzy. He shoved me onto the bed, his body pinning mine. 'On your knees,' he commanded, stripping his shorts to reveal his thick cock, already hard and curving upward. I obeyed, mouth watering as I leaned in. He grabbed my hair and thrust forward, forcing his length past my lips and straight into my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, but he didn't relent, fucking my face with rough strokes. Saliva dripped down my chin as he hit the back of my throat repeatedly, his groans filling the room. 'Swallow it all, bitch.'
He pulled out abruptly, flipping me onto my stomach. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. No prep, just spit from his mouth landing on my hole before he rammed his cock inside. I cried out, the burn intense as he stretched me open, pounding hard and deep. Each thrust slapped his hips against me, his balls smacking my skin. He slapped my ass cheeks repeatedly, the stings mixing with the pleasure building in my core. I came with a muffled shout into the pillow, my body clenching around him. He followed soon after, flooding me with hot cum, collapsing on top until we both passed out in a drunken haze.
The next morning, sunlight pierced my eyes as I woke with a pounding headache. Raj was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in hand, a smug grin on his face. 'Morning, slut. Sleep well?' I groaned, reaching for my clothes, but he stopped me. 'Not so fast. Watch this.' He played a video—grainy but clear: me on my knees, deepthroating him eagerly, then bent over taking his cock like a whore. My stomach dropped. 'You recorded us? Delete that!'
He laughed, pocketing the phone. 'Oh, no. This stays with me unless you do exactly what I say. I've got friends coming over today, and you're going to entertain us.' Panic rose, but the threat of him sharing the video—to my family, my job—left me trapped. He dragged me to the bathroom, forcing me into the shower first to 'clean up my dirty ass.' Then, in the bedroom, he laid out the outfit: a skimpy red thong that barely contained my cock, a lacy black bra stuffed to mimic breasts, fishnet stockings, and a short pleated skirt that rode up with every step. High heels completed the look, making me wobble like a novice hooker. 'Put it on, sissy. Make yourself pretty for the boys.'
Humiliation burned my cheeks as I dressed, the fabric clinging to my skin. He watched, stroking himself lazily. 'Now, dance for me. Shake that ass like the slut you are.' Music blared from his speaker—pulsing beats—and he pushed me into the center of the room. I swayed awkwardly at first, but he grabbed my hips, grinding against me. 'Twerk it, bitch. Show me what that plugged hole can do.' He hadn't mentioned the plug yet, but he bent me over, spitting on my exposed ass under the skirt, then shoved a medium-sized butt plug in without warning. It stretched me, the base nestling between my cheeks as I straightened.
The dancing turned degrading fast. He called his two friends—burly locals like him, eyes lighting up at the sight of me in drag. They lounged on the couch, beers in hand, as Raj ordered me to perform. 'Gyrate those hips, whore. Pretend you're in a strip club.' I moved to the rhythm, lifting the skirt to flash my thong-clad ass, the plug shifting inside with each twist. They laughed, catcalling. 'Look at the fairy prancing!' One friend, Vik, spat on the floor and pointed. 'Lick it up while you dance.' Trembling, I dropped to my knees mid-twirl, tongue darting out to lap at the saliva, the taste bitter on my lips. They howled with laughter.
Raj slapped my face lightly, then harder, the sting making my eyes water. 'Faster, slut. Grind on the air like you want cock.' I humped the empty space, ass bouncing, while the other friend, Arjun, tossed a banana onto the floor. 'Eat it like it's dick—lick every inch.' I picked it up, peeling it slowly under their gazes, then ran my tongue along the length, sucking the tip while shimmying my hips. Spits flew from their mouths, landing on my chest, my thighs, as I danced on. Vik reached out, spanking my ass hard through the skirt—crack after crack until it burned red. 'That's for being such a pathetic crossdresser.'
The humiliation peaked when Raj yanked the skirt up, exposing the plug. He twisted it roughly, making me yelp mid-dance. 'Keep moving, or the video goes viral.' Arjun fingered my mouth, three digits thrusting deep while I swayed, gagging on them. They took turns slapping my cheeks—face and ass—leaving handprints and forcing me to thank them. 'Thank you, sir, for the spank.' Food play escalated; they smeared yogurt from breakfast on my thighs, ordering me to lick it off my own skin while twerking. I bent low, tongue tracing the sticky trails, ass high in the air as they jeered.
Finally, the dancing ended with me on all fours, skirt hiked, begging for mercy. But mercy wasn't coming. 'Time for the real fun,' Raj announced. They stripped, cocks hard and ready. Vik went first, pulling the plug out with a wet pop and replacing it with his fingers—two, then three, then four, scissoring and jabbing hard into my ass. I moaned, the rough fingering hitting my prostate relentlessly. 'Tight little hole, perfect for stretching.'
Arjun grabbed my head, forcing his cock down my throat. I deepthroated him sloppily, tears streaming as he face-fucked me, balls slapping my chin. Raj lubed up a dildo—thick and veined—and shoved it into my ass alongside Vik's fingers, the double penetration making me scream around Arjun's shaft. They rotated, each taking turns. Vik replaced the dildo with a huge one, a monstrous black beast over nine inches long and girthy as a fist. He worked it in slowly at first, the head popping past my rim, then rammed it deep. My body shook, the fullness splitting me as he pumped it viciously, the base grinding against my cheeks.
Spitting continued—glob after glob landing on my face, my hole, lubing the toys. Slaps echoed: on my ass, my balls, even my cock as it leaked pre-cum. They made me lick their feet clean of sand while the huge dildo pistoned in and out, my tongue tracing toes between thrusts. Raj pulled the monster out, my ass gaping, and plunged his cock in, pounding while Arjun deepthroated me again. Vik fingered my stretched hole around Raj's thrusts, adding more burn.
The gangbang blurred into a frenzy. They took me in every position—on my back with legs spread, skirt bunched at my waist, as Vik fucked my ass and Arjun my mouth. Then doggy style, Raj in my hole while I sucked Vik, the huge dildo strapped to Arjun's lap for me to ride later. Spanks rained down, red welts rising. They came one by one: Vik first, pulling out to shoot ropes across my back; Arjun in my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop; Raj deep inside, filling me until it leaked out.
Exhausted, covered in cum, spit, and smeared food remnants, I collapsed in the lingerie, the butt plug shoved back in as a 'souvenir.' They laughed, promising more videos if I didn't return. As I stumbled back to my guesthouse, the humiliation lingered, but so did the twisted thrill. Digha had given me more than a vacation—it had awakened something dark and insatiable.
