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My name is Ariella, and I’ve always had a fondness for animals.
Soft. Slippery. Fuzzy or finned. I can’t get enough of their cuddliness and charisma.
From the upper deck of my step-father’s magnificent yacht, I watch the mating rituals of the Hawaiian Monk seals below. Their gray coats shine in the fading daylight as the independent males fight for the few females in the area. It’s a lot like real life. Damn, but I envy the females down there. If only I had a big strong defender to fight for me, too. One that would sink his sharp teeth into my skin—sure, functionally injuring me, and whose lust for me would statistically threaten the span of my life—but still. The idea of a man fighting for rights to me was an undeniably arousing thought.
I lean over the railing, bikini-clad ass up in the air, and watch as the male seals take on one another for a chance to mate with the females. I hardly register the footsteps on the deck behind me as two large hands cup my butt. A hard cock presses against me.
“There you are,” Logan, my on-again-off-again boyfriend says. “Being a weirdo again?”
“I love watching them, you know that.” The seals start barking, making an enormous racket that bothers everyone in the marina but me.
Arf, arf, arf! they sing, their voices a riotous chorus.
“Sometimes I think you’re more into the fish than you are into me.” His breath smells like beer, but when I glance over my shoulder, through the veil of my long red hair, he’s got his shirt off, offering me a view of his chiseled chest and six-pack abs. It’s almost enough to distract me from my internal whine that seals are not fish, you idiot. I also forget why I keep holding out and not just giving in to his sexual demands.
I’m a virgin—a virgin who loves animals and still lives off my parents. And sure, maybe I’m a bit of a spoiled little princess, too. But it’s not exactly like Logan is any position to judge. I know damn well he still lives off his dad’s trust fund. And he has his own sexual problems, what with being a gigantic manwhore and everything. I’m also privy to an unfortunate knowledge of his coin collection, and like… at least marine life is interesting.
“You know I’m into you,” I insist, running my hand down his hard chest. Honestly, I’m just waiting for the right guy. One who’ll claim me as his own and take what’s rightfully his, but will be sexy and smart and charming. He’ll be my perfect ‘daddy’. It’s not like I’m not willing to fool around with other guys, anyway. I’m just not willing to give them the perfection of my V-card.
“Prove it,” he says, hating the attention I give to the sea life that surrounds the yacht I’m living on this summer. My mother kicked me out after graduation and my step-father, who’s always had a soft spot for me, told me I could stay here until I figure out what to do next.
The seals splash below and I steal a glance. Three males have cornered a female. One is aggressively biting her neck.
I sigh.
“Sit down,” I tell Logan, pointing to the plush chaise. He raises an eyebrow but does as I say. If I don’t put out, he’ll get mad. I don’t really want to spend the night alone on the boat. It’s a little scary out here sometimes without the security of his company.
I move between Logan’s legs, running my fingers through the soft hair on his abdomen. He shifts his hips forward, his cock already straining against his trunks. The Hawaiian sunset casts the deck in a hazy pink glow and the sound of the animals mating below makes the scene perfect. I could do it now, I think. Just tug off my bikini bottom and sit on his dick, ride that sucker like dolphin.
I could, but something holds me back.
Instead, I get on my knees and tug Logan’s adequate, yet not stellar, dick out of this shorts. I mean, the guy is only like eight inches long. He’s swinging in minor leagues here. For a girl who’s holding out for the best, it just doesn’t meet the lofty standards I’ve set. My hungry womanhood deserves nothing short of a girthy ten inches.
My disposable boy toy leans his head back against the pillow and I touch the cum already oozing from the tip. “Yeah, that’s more like it,” he says, reaching for the tie holding my breasts in my suit. They burst free and he palms one roughly, getting a good handful before giving it a squeeze.
I like to take my time, but Logan is always impatient. As with every sexual encounter I indulge—never penetrative, except for oral—I consider this a learning experience for when I finally do find my true daddy. Then I’ll know what I’m doing.
Logan excites easily, his fingers rubbing the dusky peaks of my nipples furiously. He pushes his cock toward my face until I sigh and open wide, taking him in like a good little princess.
“Fuck, Ariella,” he whines after only a few minutes. His excitement causes my own and I feel the heat building between my legs. I reach for his hand, intending to push it down to the slick crevice of my pussy lips, but find he’s already using it. To drink another beer.
“Dude,” I say, around his dick, lifting from it with an audible pop. “A little focus over here?”
He rolls his eyes but discards the beer and reaches between my legs. I’m already soaked and he’s not bad at letting me ride his hand, although I’d probably do it better myself. I tilt my butt back to get more friction, which is when he shoves my bottoms down and rudely yanks me off his cock.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but he’s planted me on his lap. I feel the hard, bruising heat of his steel rod seeking the shimmery gold of my glorious virgin hole.
“Come on, it’s too much,” he begs, trying to position me over his dick. His eyes are strained with tension, the edge of his jaw tight and twitching. “Just give it a second and it’ll be all over.”
I blink at him. “I’m sorry, is that supposed to be an endorsement?” But his hands clamp around my waist and I squirm to get away. “No!” I fight against him. The tip of his engorged staff presses into the crease of my vagina. “This is not how I want it?”
“Then how?” he asks, veins appearing on his neck. He’s pissed. And horny. And about to spurt his load everywhere. “I’ve tried everything, Ariella. Romance. Flowers. Booze. You’re just a fucking tease.”
“I’m not a tease!” But maybe he’s right. After all, I’m never going to give it to him. No matter what he does he’s just not man enough for me. Just look at him there, whining like a spoiled little brat. My perfect daddy will be above that kind of childish behavior.
When I look in his eyes I feel a hint of guilt for the pain I see. But there’s something else, too. Anger.
He pushes me off his lap and I’m bemused. For a second there, it was almost like had what it took to claim me like a real man. I land hard and naked on the deck and in seconds he’s standing over me, cock in his hand. He’s jerking himself off, pumping his hand up and down his rock-hard shaft.
“I think you’d rather fuck those animals out there. That’s who you’re really waiting on. A whale or a dolphin or one of those fucking endangered sea turtles you’re so obsessed with.”
“Leave the animals out of it,” I snap. He’s hulking over me, veins popping in his neck. My own cunt is sore from his cock pushing and prying. It’s not pleased about the neglect either.
“God, you’re just…” he says, but the final words come out as a grunt. He tilts his head back. With a strangled cry, he pumps his eight inch cock until cum shoots out the tip, showering me with it’s shimmery rain. It lands all over my chest, stomach, and legs, all hot and sticky. As disgusted as I am with Logan right now, I crave the taste of it and am disappointed he didn’t blow in my mouth.
The last of it oozes from the top as he milks himself fully. The jizz lands on my toes.
“Let me know when you’re ready to be with a real man,” he says, grabbing his beer and his shorts before storming down the stairs.