Chapter Nine: King Kong

King Kong, a photographer in his late thirties, had been capturing models for the past decade. He used to share his photos on Clubsnap but had recently shifted towards Facebook pages. Over the years, he had learned to enjoy life by traveling overseas to relax and shoot models.

Having known him for some time, I was invited by him on a trip to Batam for a short holiday and a beach photoshoot. Little did I know, it would turn out to be one of the kinkiest holidays I had ever experienced.

We arrived early in the morning, and King Kong took me to the place where we would be staying for the next two days and nights. The place was spacious with a private swimming pool, a departure from my usual accommodations.

It seemed that King Kong had some connections to secure such a luxurious place. The private pool was alluring, so I suggested we should take some shots there.

"No problem, darling. We could do a night shoot," King Kong said with a smile as he offered to carry my luggage to the room.

After settling in, we had lunch and explored the surroundings, taking tourist-like photos. I wore a straw hat to shield myself from the sun, knowing we would have a beach shoot later in the evening.

As we walked around, King Kong cracked jokes to keep me entertained. When the time came for the photo shoot, he signaled for me to touch up my makeup and change into my bikini.

The sea breeze was refreshing, and the scenery was stunning. I placed a flower behind my ear as a decorative touch. King Kong seemed to admire my bikini, stealing glances at me as he prepared for the shoot.

"Your bikini looks like it's extra small. Are your boobs about to burst out?" King Kong teased me.

"Nonsense! It fits me perfectly," I blushed.

I posed for the camera by the sea and the sand, enjoying the sensation of the seawater caressing my legs. Feeling a rush of excitement, I struck even sexier poses for King Kong, bending slightly and teasingly moving my hands around my chest.

King Kong noticed my change in pose and started clicking the camera faster. I could tell I was turning him on.

Although nothing happened during the beach shoot (despite my fantasy of beach sex), I could sense King Kong becoming more flirtatious. He played with my hair as we headed back to our place to freshen up. As a playful punishment, I placed the flower I had worn earlier behind his ear.

With dinner still a while away, I decided to take a swim in the private pool. King Kong loved the idea, mentioning he could capture some great shots of me in the well-decorated pool. I changed into a black monokini, revealing more cleavage than the bikini I had worn for the shoot.

I posed for King Kong by the pool before taking a swim. As I relaxed with my eyes closed, I suddenly felt hands covering my eyes. Startled at first, I realized it was King Kong playing a prank. He had swiftly changed into his swimwear to join me unnoticed.

In retaliation, I splashed water on his face and tried to swim away, but King Kong caught my hand and pulled me towards him. We playfully splashed water at each other, laughing and enjoying the moment. King Kong's playful antics made me wetter, especially when he unleashed a big splash on me.

"I don't want to play with you anymore," I pouted, wanting to swim back to change.

Suddenly, King Kong hugged me from behind, holding me tightly.

"What are you up to?" I blushed, meeting his gaze.

"Just showing you some love since you were bullied," he said with a smile.

"Bullied by a big gorilla. Hairy guy!" I teased, laughing.

King Kong turned me around and embraced me in the pool. Feeling shy, I looked into his eyes as he lifted my chin and complimented, "You look stunning in this outfit."

Before I knew it, we were kissing passionately in the middle of the pool. Our French kisses intensified, and King Kong trailed kisses down my neck and shoulders. Moving lower, he began to explore my cleavage with his tongue as I ran my fingers through his wet hair.

Realizing the pool wasn't cooling us down, we got out, and King Kong dried me off with a towel before carrying me to the sofa. He helped me out of my monokini, and as I stroked his erect cock, I proceeded to give him a blowjob.

King Kong was clearly enjoying himself. Without waiting for me to finish, he asked me to spread my legs. After putting on a condom, he slowly entered me, initiating a rhythm of thrusts that elicited moans of pleasure from me.

With each thrust, King Kong seemed determined to drive me to climax. After a continuous onslaught, I finally reached orgasm. We kissed passionately as King Kong took a brief break, fondling my breasts while I stroked his cock to keep it firm.

The second round began as we moved to the bed. This time, King Kong suggested trying the X position, guiding me through it. It was a new experience for me, and as I grew more comfortable, he instructed me to hold his hands together, intensifying the sensation.

After a few minutes, King Kong showed signs of fatigue, and I expressed my desire to be on top. Straddling him, I rode his cock at my own pace, moaning loudly as I climaxed for the second time. Hearing my moans, King Kong regained his vigor, gripping me tightly and thrusting upwards.

"Faster, faster!" I exclaimed in excitement. Soon, King Kong came, and I collapsed onto his chest. We cuddled for a while before hunger struck, prompting us to shower quickly and head to dinner.

Throughout the rest of the holiday, we repeated our routine of sightseeing, photoshoots, and more intimate moments (including exploring the kitchen and bathroom for new experiences).

Upon returning to Singapore, King Kong attempted to pursue a relationship with me. However, sensing his player tendencies, I decided not to commit to anything serious with him.