Chapter 1: Encuentro en la playa nudista.
The sun hung heavy and white in the sky, a bloated eye watching as Gema walked towards the water's edge. Her hips swayed with a natural rhythm, her ass cheeks clenching and unclenching with each step. I watched her from our towel, my dick already half-hard at the sight of her. Her tits were perfect, not too big, not too small, with pink nipples that hardened in the breeze. Her hair, a wild mane of orange curls, cascaded down her back, and her pale skin glowed under the sun's caress.
Gema was a fucking goddess, and she was mine. At least, she was supposed to be. I had brought her to this nudist beach for a little adventure. I knew the would be some men looking at her naked body. But there was going to be more than that, more than I was prepared for.
Soon after Gema reach the shore, I realized three men waking in her direction. They passed close to me in their way towards my girlfriend, so I could hear a part of their conversation, It was Arabic and I understood what they was saying.
They were laughing at what pack of whores women are in this country compared to women in Arabia, walking naked like asking for cock. "Look at that slut with her round ass moving as she walks around exposing herslef like nothing. I can imagine her on all fours waiting for my cock." One of them commented about Gema. "It will be easy to get her laid in our hotel, lol." Said another Arab.
Then they kept walking towards Gema with obvious intention. My 18 years old girlfriend was enjoying the shore, without knowing what was going to happen. I felt urged to run towards her but, I don't know why, I remained still on my tower, watching what was going to happen...
The tallest of the three, Ali, approached first, his eyes scanning Gema's body like a predator. "Bonjour, mademoiselle," he said, his voice smooth and accented, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "You are very beautiful. Do you come here often?" Gema blushed, and felt exposed, instinctively covering her breasts with her arms, but also felt obliged to be polite. "Uh, no, this is my first time," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Omar, the charming one, stepped closer. He had a way of moving that was both elegant and predatory. "Well, welcome then. This is also our first time. Our first time enjoying all this beauty." He said with his hand signaling first the landscape, but continuing to point to my girlfriend's naked body.
"What is your name, beautiful?" Omar asked, leaning in slightly, his breath hot on her ear. Gema leaned back slightly, but her eyes were drawn to his. She could feel a warmth spreading through her, a mix of fear and excitement.
"Gema," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.
Abdul, the dark-haired one, stepped forward, his eyes intense. "Gema," he repeated, his voice holding a note of authority. "Would you like to join us for a swim?" He gestured to the water, but his eyes never left hers. Gema hesitated, looking at the water, then back at the three men.
They were all tall, dark, and handsome, their bodies muscular and tanned. They were also completely naked, their cocks semi-hard, pointing in her direction. She felt a tremor run through her, a mix of fear and arousal.
"I... I don't know," she stammered, her eyes darting to me, still sitting on the towel, doing nothing. I felt a pang of guilt, but also a strange excitement.
Abdul took a step closer, his voice low. "We promise we will take good care of you, Gema." Abdul took one of Gema's hands and Omar took the other hand, and pulled her towards the sea. Gema started walking. They saw shamelessly at her exposed body, as she awkwardly walked into the sea, she couldn't cover it now. Her tits and ass were just there, in plain sight, for them to enjoy. She felt a strange mix of shame and arousal. She was aware of her body, of her own curves, of her own sexiness.
Ali's eyes were fixed on her ass, watching it jiggle with each step she took. "You have a beautiful body, Gema," he said, his voice deep and husky. "I would very much like to explore it." He looked up at her, his eyes holding a challenge. Gema felt her face flush.
Soon their bodies were covered by the water, and I couldn't see what was happening. They started jumping the waves, all too normal and Gema seemed to relax. But soon the three Arabs started to flirt with her, surrounding her, their hands casually touching her body. It was subtle at first, a hand on her lower back, a finger brushing her hip, a palm on her arm. Gema tensed, but she didn't pull away. But they were getting closer and closer. I didn't know what was happening under the water, but that seemed to be some kind of game. Later she told me that one of them had a shell in his hand and Gema had to find out who was holding it.
As my girlfriend was looking for their hands under the water, they took advantage to touch her body, more and more daringly. They even misguided her hand so she had to briefly touch their penis instead. Each time she made contact with their growing erections, she would blush and pull away, but they would just laugh and say something like "Oops! My bad."
Gema was getting more and more aroused, her breath coming in shorter gasps. Abdul was the first to cross the line. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, his other hand cupping her breast. Gema got rid of him but then Omar took the chance and grabbed her from behind, his big cock pressing against her ass.
At this point Gema started to run towards the shore. I was glad to see my girlfriend resisting. But, instead of coming to the towels with me, she stood at the shore line, looking at them. She even seemed to be showing off her body. She arranged her hair, which made her breasts stand out. And stood there until the three Arabs had reached her again, standing close to her.
They told Gema to take some photos with them. Gema had nver let me take photos of her naked, so I thougt she would say no, but she agreed. They took her phone and started taking pictures. In the first pose , Gema stood between Abdul and Omar, her arms around their necks, their hands on her hips. Ali was behind the camera, his eyes scanning her body, his dick hardening with each click of the shutter. Gema felt a strange thrill, being the center of their attention, their hands on her body.
"Turn around, let's see that ass," Abdul said, his voice commanding. Gema hesitated, but then did as she was told, turning her back to the camera. Ali's eyes widened as he saw her ass, round and full, her hips wide.
When Gema turns around again, she realizes that Abdul is not taking photos, he is filming. "What are you doing?" asks Gema. "I'll tell you ... our friends in Arabia don't believe that women are so slutty in this country, so I am showing them that you like to expose yourself to anyone and that you are a true slut." Abdul's voice was casual, as if he were commenting on the weather, but his words sent a shiver down Gema's spine. She looked at the camera, then at the three men, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Stop filming," she said, her voice firm, but there was a tremor of uncertainty. Omar stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek.
"Come on, Gema" he asked, his voice soft, persuasive. "Say hi to our friends in Arabia. This video is live." Omar said, "They're all watching you right now, Gema. They can see your beautiful body, your perfect tits, your round ass. They're all hard for you." He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "And so are we. Can you feel that?" He pressed his growing erection against her stomach.
Gema felt a surge of panic, but also a throb between her legs. She looked into Omar's eyes, saw the hunger there, and felt her own desire stirring.
"Now, say hi to our friends," Abdul commanded, the camera still rolling.
Gema hesitated, her heart pounding.
She could feel the camera on her, the eyes of strangers from a distant land.
"Hi..." she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.
Abdul smiled, his thumb brushing over the screen of the phone, zooming in on Gema's face, her breasts, her crotch. The three Arabs touch Gema's body to proof to their friends the slut she is. Abdul's hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, causing it to harden. Omar's hand was on her ass, his fingers spreading her cheeks, the tip of his finger brushing against her asshole. Gema gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and arousal. Ali's hand was on her pussy, his fingers tracing the lips, the middle finger dipping inside, causing her to moan. I watched from the towel, my cock hard as a rock. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had brought Gema here to spice things up, but this was something else entirely.
I watched, transfixed, as Abdul, Omar, and Ali manhandled my girlfriend, their hands all over her body. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples hard and pointed, and her cheeks were flushed with a mix of shame and desire. She was a vision, and I was both horrified and aroused.
Abdul's grip on her breast tightened, his thumb rubbing circles around her nipple. "You like this, don't you, Gema?" he growled, his eyes never leaving the camera. Gema bit her lip, nodding slightly.
"Now, Gema, let's finish this in our luxurious hotel. Come with us." Omar's voice was smooth, seductive. "We have a suite at the Grand Hotel. It's private, discreet. We can continue this there."
Gema looked at me, her eyes wide and pleading. She was torn, caught between her desire and her fear. "I have a boyfriend." she told to the Arabs. "and I want him to come with us also." Gema added, her voice shaking slightly.
My heart sank. I didn't want to go with them, but I also didn't want to leave Gema alone with these men. I stood up, adjusting my towel to hide my erection. I walked towards them, my feet sinking slightly into the sand with each step.
"What's going on here?" I asked, my voice tight with restrained anger. I saw the way they were looking at Gema, their eyes hungry and possessive. I saw the way they were touching her, their hands on her body, her breasts, her ass, her pussy.
I felt a surge of anger and jealousy, but also a throb of arousal. I was hard, my cock straining against my towel.
"What the fuck is going on here?" I repeated, my voice louder this time. Gema looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire.
Abdul stepped forward, his body blocking Gema's. "Your girlfriend is ours now," he said, his voice calm and steady. We are going to take her there and fuck her. You can join us if you want."
I felt a wave of anger crash over me. But Gema had decided to go with them, so we went to their hotel.