The Lithuanian Witch and Miami Beach
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 5: Sex on the Beach
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5: Sex on the Beach - A Femdom story with a touch of mystery set in Miami
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Heterosexual BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Anal Sex Analingus Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Foot Fetish Public Sex
Following a routine Friday, I pulled up to Irina’s building at 10 AM on Saturday. In her usual fashion, the girl made me wait half an hour before showing up in the parking lot. I stepped out, opened the passenger door for her, and then returned to the driver’s seat.
“Did you figure out where you’re taking me?” the girl asked after our greetings as I started the car.
“If I understood correctly, you want some semi-wild beach. I know one, but it takes a bit of a drive to get there.”
“Alright. Did you prepare a present for me?”
I faltered.
“Ahem ... No, I kind of didn’t...”
“No big deal. Then you’ll give me cash for the dinner I prepared for us.”
Saying this, Irina put on her headphones, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. After admiring her sleeping face for a few seconds, I drove off the parking lot. Due to light traffic jams, the drive to the selected beach dragged out a bit—nearly forty minutes passed before I finally turned off the asphalt road onto a dirt road. During this time, Irina shifted her position in the passenger seat several times, periodically casting scattered glances at the scenery outside the window or closing her eyes again.
Only when we finally drove onto the shore covered in fine crushed shell did the blonde perk up and take off her headphones. I stopped a few meters from the point where the crushed shell gave way to sand, and the two of us stepped out to scan the surrounding view—blue ocean waves crashing against the shore seemed to continue into small sand dunes dotted with wild shrubs.
Looking at the beach, it was hard to tell if anyone maintained it. Lacking any infrastructure, it didn’t look abandoned, yet it wasn’t deserted either—a couple of hundred meters away from us, several cars were parked, next to which a dozen people were laid out on blankets. I pulled the bag from the trunk, and Irina and I headed toward the water, trying to put some distance between us and our “neighbors.”
Approaching within a few meters of the ocean, we stopped on a flat patch behind a low dune covered in tough sea oats. Dropping the bag, I set about prepping our spot—I spread out the blanket, set up and secured the beach umbrella, and pulled a cooler filled with drinks along with a pair of lunchboxes containing salad and sandwiches out onto the sand.
“I see you prepared pretty well,” said Irina, who by now had already stripped down to her swimsuit.
She lay down on the blanket, and pulling out the sunscreen, I dropped to my knees and began thoroughly applying it to her body. I protected her buttocks with the utmost care. After that, Irina stood up and headed for the water, waving her hand for me to follow. She didn’t have to wait long—quickly shedding my extra clothes, I set off after her.
The sun-warmed sand pleasantly burned my bare feet, while right at the water’s edge it gave way to the refreshing cool of damp shells. The water itself was quite cool (especially in contrast to the hot sand), but not overly so, and I felt a sense of lightness as the waves began washing over my feet.
Following Irina, I admired her back and inhaled the salty ocean air deeply, until suddenly, when the waves reached her thighs, she stopped. I thought she just needed to get used to the temperature, but scanning the open sea, she turned around, and I saw a broad smile on her face.
“So, Yurka, do you want to insert your dick into my vagina tonight?” the girl asked when I closed the distance to a couple of steps.
“Of course,” I answered with enthusiasm.
Irina pulled down the bottom of her swimsuit and declared in a commanding tone:
“Then be obedient and get on your knees.”
“You saw there are people over there. If they go for a swim, they’ll see us.”
“They won’t see a thing from that distance. Come on, lick. I’ve already taken hormonal contraceptives, so try to earn your reward.”
I hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately dropped to my knees. The sudden immersion brought a chill that made me shiver for a few seconds as I crawled closer to Irina’s crotch.
Reaching right up to the girl, I knelt down, placed my hands on Irina’s thighs, and extended my face toward her crotch. My nose caught a blend of sea air and clean female body, my sticking tongue tasted the saltiness of the breeze, and the waves kept nudging my body back and forth, throwing off my balance. It created a distinct sensation, and I paused literally a centimeter from Irina’s vagina to savor it better.
In response, the girl placed her hands on my head and pressed it into herself. The moment my tongue entered her, another wave—slightly higher than the previous ones—struck my lower jaw, but I ignored it and began running my tongue between her labia, making Irina let out a loud gasp.
“Don’t rush, easy now,” she said before gasping once more.
I gripped her thighs tighter to keep the impact of the waves from throwing me off balance and focused on the cunnilingus. I caressed her clitoris and inner lips with my tongue, and the girl’s body began to tremble slightly. Irina leaned forward a bit, pressing her crotch against my face, tightened her fingers in my hair, and let out a groan. Feeling the hot pulse of her body growing more distinct, I picked up the pace.
While the waves kept nudging my body and periodically striking my lower jaw, the girl gradually reached her climax. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, her quiet, muffled groans dissolving into the monotonous roar of the surf. I didn’t slow down, ignoring another slap of the elements, and a few seconds later, I felt a series of fine spasms ripple through Irina’s vagina. The girl let out a long, piercing groan, clutched my hair to the point of pain, and surrendered to the orgasm. For several seconds her body shuddered while an incoming wave broke against her thighs, splashing us both with salty foam.
When the orgasm passed, Irina removed her hands from my head, placing them on my shoulders instead. Leaning on me, it took her about a minute to compose herself, after which she silently pulled up her bottoms, turned around, and headed deeper into the ocean. I followed her. Once at a sufficient depth, the girl broke into a swim.
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