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Title: “Sunny Shores, Sordid Secrets: Sonja’s Sultry Poolside Encounter”

The sun beat down mercilessly on the sleek, blue tiles of the swimming pool. Sonja, the busty brunette poolboy, was busy scrubbing the tiles when a shadow fell across her. She glanced up, shading her eyes against the glare, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing at the edge of the pool was Herr Schmidt, her employer, dripping wet and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Sonja, my dear,” he purred, his eyes roving hungrily over her voluptuous figure. “The sun is playing havoc with your imagination, no? I think you need to cool off a bit.”

Sonja’s cheeks flushed, but she quickly regained her composure. She was used to Herr Schmidt’s wandering eyes and lewd comments. It came with the territory of being a busty babe in a skimpy bikini. So, she decided to play along.

“Herr Schmidt,” she replied with a coy smile. “I’m just doing my job. Can I help you with anything?”

The old lecher chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Sonja’s spine. “Oh, you’ve already helped plenty, my dear. But I was thinking… perhaps you could help me with something else.”

With that, he stepped into the pool, the water lapping at his waist. Sonja watched, her heart pounding, as he approached her. He reached out, running a finger along her bare shoulder, tracing the strap of her bikini.

“Carry on with your work, Sonja,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “But as you do, imagine my hands on your body. Imagine them roaming freely, exploring every inch of you.”

Sonja bit her lip, a moan threatening to escape her throat. She bent over, continuing to scrub the tiles, but her mind was elsewhere. She could feel Herr Schmidt’s eyes boring into her, palpable with desire.

As she worked, his hands moved lower, trailing down her back, over the curve of her ass. She gasped as he grabbed her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel his hardening cock pressing into her, despite the water.

“Sonja…” he moaned, his voice strained. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

Without warning, he ripped off her bikini top, exposing her perky breasts to the sun. He grabbed them roughly, kneading the flesh, pinching her nipples until they-formed hardened peaks.

Sonja let out a scream of pleasure, dropping her cleaning supplies into the pool. She turned around, wrapping her legs around Herr Schmidt’s waist, grinding her hips against his.

“My beautiful Sonja,” he panted. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

With that, he lifted her up, her legs still wrapped around him, and carried her over to the lounger by the pool. He laid her down, his hands never leaving her body. He ripped off her bikini bottoms, exposing her glistening pussy.

Sonja moaned, spreading her legs for him, inviting him in. He grinned, lining up his cock with her entrance. With one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.

“Oh, fuck!” Sonja cried out, her back arching off the lounger. “Yes, Herr Schmidt! Fuck me!”

He obeyed, pounding into her with a wild, animalistic fervor. The lounger creaked under the force of his thrusts, threatening to collapse under them. But neither of them cared. They were lost in the bliss of the moment, two bodies joined as one.

Sonja reached up, grabbing Herr Schmidt’s hair, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, battling for dominance, as he continued his relentless assault on her pussy.

“I’m going to cum!” she gasped, her nails digging into his back. “Don’t stop, Herr Schmidt! Please!”

He didn’t stop. If anything, he increased his pace, hammering into her with all his might. Sonja screamed as she came, her body shaking, her pussy clamping down around his cock.

Herr Schmidt followed soon after, with a guttural groan. He pulled out, holding his cock against her still-quivering pussy, painting her pale skin with his hot, sticky seed.

As they lay there, panting in the aftermath, Sonja couldn’t help but grin. It was naughty, what they had just done.But she couldn’t deny that it had been incredibly hot. And as Herr Schmidt gathered her up in his arms, whispering sweet German nothings in her ear, she knew it wouldn’t be the last time they engaged in their poolside trysts.

THE END