Hot daze, explorations and suspire.

[RedHairedandFriendly]

"Holy fuck, Alex!" Shelly gasped as she pulled his cock from her mouth, her pussy trembleing with lust, as she felt his tongue sliding over her pussy. She hadn't done this in a long time, and she was going to make the most of it.

She slowed the ministrations on his cock, and began to lick and tease his flesh. Her fingers eased the pressure on his rod, and her tongue glided over his balls. Shelly pushed her hips up and pressed her own mouth against the velvet sac even more, and nuzzled his body. Her mouth opened again, and this time she slipped just one marble into her mouth, pleasureing and teasing it.

The tongue that was learning the contours of her pussy felt like a gift from the Gods and as his finger devoured her ass, Shelly squeezed down on it. Her mouth lavished the sphere with heat, and her tongue massaged it with a slow teasing torture. Releasing the right ball free, she moaned out her lust, "Oh, fuck yes, baby!" Her mouth took in his left side, and her tongue began its slow dance of magic.

 

[MrWolf1]

A shard of glass fell from the broken mirror, shattering upon the cracked sink. The contorted reflection cast from the mirror showed a cabin in ruin. The locker that once stood against the solid steel wall, now lay on it’s side, dents in the shape of fists pock marked it’s doors. The chair, whose leg was responsible for shattering the mirror, lay in pieces spread upon the floor. Clothes, spilled from the overturned locker, were scattered about. In the midst of all this mess, a lone figure sat. His face covered by his hands, who’s torn knuckles leaked trails of blood down his arms. Yet, if there was any pain, he showed not a sign of feeling it.

Slowly, his fingers slide away, reveling a drawn looking face. In the center of which, two red and puffy eyes still waded in tears. With his chin resting in his hands, he glanced over at were cracks webbed over the silvered glass of the mirror. In it’s broken surface, he saw a refection of how he felt within. What was he to do? He never thought he would be asked to perform such a heinous act again. Now, it would seem he had no choice. She was depending on him. His eyes glanced over the tiny bits of mirror that littered the floor. In their many surfaces, he saw her, his dear sister.

Her bright smile, shining like pure pearl. Eyes that could melt a heart of stone, and lift the most down trotted spirit. Even now, these thoughts of her brought a smile to his face. They had always been close. As children, they were inseparable. After the death of their parents, they drew closer still, being the only family either had. It had been a month since they saw each other last, when he decided to come out here to the coast. Still he could remember their last hug, and the sorrow in her magical eyes as they said goodbye.

Now, here he was, about to do a horrible act to keep her alive. What choice did he have? Again, he imagined her face, and how she would look if she knew what had been done to free her. No, he could not do that to her either. …but what?! What else could be done?

He suddenly jumped to his feet……Cyndi!! Yes! His heart pounding, he nearly rips the wooden door from its hinges shooting out of his cabin. Outside was now deserted, the rest of the crew having finally gone to bed, the remains of their poker game growing stale and warm on the nearby table. He reached for the phone, his face going red as his hand gripped an almost nonexistent handset. Putting what was left to his cheek, he dialed, the phone ringing once…..twice…when…

“Hello, thank you for calling Consolidated Telephone Research, this is Cyndi, how can I help you?”

“It’s Jacob.” he answered simply. The other side going silent for a few moments, before the line clicked several times as the woman on the other end switched over to a more private line, then,,,,

“JACOB!!! Where the hell have you been?!?!, her voice sounding of surprise, tinged with a little touch of anger.

“I moved out to the coast about a month ago. Needed to get a breather for a while, but that’s not why I called….I need your help.” the last a statement that brought a chill to the woman on the other end. She knew this man never asked for help unless things were really bad.

“Whats happened?” her voice swollen with concern.

Jacob paused before he could answer, remembering why he was calling causing him to shake. “THey took her, Cyndi. They took my sister.”

An audible gasp sounded over the phone, followed by a moment of quiet before she spoke, “When? Where?”

“I don’t know. that’s why I need you to do me a favor. I need you to talk to your friends at the phone company. They called me here about a half hour ago. See if someone can trace that call and see where it came from.”
Again, there was a pause on Cyndi’s end before she added, “I’ll see what I can do. It might take awhile, hun. Gonna have to call in a few favors. We‘ll find her, Jacob.” Then, her voice suddenly changed, it’s tone lowering as she said ”You know, after all this, you are gonna owe me…Big Time!” He could almost feel a wide grin lifting her spectacles from her nose at this last bit.

He had to smile, knowing that when she said “Big Time”, she did not mean the amount he owed her, but “Big Time” as in the nickname she had given to a particular part of his anatomy. Even now, she tried to lift his spirits, her own way of saying ‘It’s gonna be ok’. “Deal. I’ll even make it a double.” He then gave her the info about the ship, where they had docked and how long they were going to be out to sea.

“Great!” she chirped at his mention of ‘double helpings’, she then took down the information he gave her, they then said their goodbyes, and each hung up the phone. In the crew quarters, Jacob slumped against the wall, his breathing becoming a bit easier. He trusted Cyndi without question. They had been friends, and occasional lovers, for a long time. Though they never wanted to get serious, their friendship was unbreakable. If anyone could help him and his sister, she could.

He laid back against the metal behind him, suddenly finding his thoughts turning to Shelly. Now that help was on the way for his sister, he found his need to help Shelly perking up to the forefront once more. How she deserved so much better then this. They way she was treated brought a twinge of anger to his heart. She needed to be shown that she did matter, and that someone did indeed care. A smile curled his lips as a thought came to him. The next party wouldn’t be for two nights, leaving one night free in between. He leapt to standing, making a mental note to talk to the barkeeper the next day as he walked back to his cabin. The sight of the destruction within he ignored, pulling a piece of ship stationary and envelope from the drawer in the table. He then wrote a short note, then folded it into the envelope. On it’s outside he scribed the name ‘Shelly’ and placed it back on the table. Tomorrow, it would get delivered, and tomorrow night…well…we would just have to see.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Oh, fuck yes, baby!"

Her pussy tasted wondeful as she wrapped her mouth around my cock again. Her ass clenching against my finger, giving secret messages that she wanted that fucked as well, and I, ALex Davis, was not about to disappoint this sexy little vixen, not at all. I continued to eat and finger fuck her, until I could stand no more of her mouth on my cock. I was getting too close, and I had other plans yet.

"Shelley, bend over the arm of the couch, I want to see your pussy and sweet asshole, both twitching for my cock, while I play with them. I am going to lube you with your pussy juice, before I fuck you baby, and fuck you I will, of that you can be sure."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly heard his words, and did as she was asked, her body wet and hot. Her pussy was dripping as she moved to the couch and bent over exposing her wetness for him. The coolness of the leather sofa hit her hot skin, and Shelly wanted to feel its temperature on her heated flesh.

Her hands gripped the couch, and she turned her head back, and looked at Mr. Davis. Her body was completely open and ready for him. Shelly watched him move closer to her, and when she felt the first touch of his hand on her hip, she shivered, then waited for his invasion of her body. Her sex throbbing with need.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I stood behind her, raising my hand, and spanking her on the ass, as she squealed with pleasure. Watching as it reddened, and I could see my finger marks.

Three fingers opened up her pussy, pushing inside this tight little hole, and scooping out her juices. Which I then spread around Shelley`s little star button. Then, first one finger, then two, rubbing the juices into her ass. lubing, and opening it up. Finally, I had two fingers in each hole, double fucking this horny little bitch. and God was she loving it. Pushing back against both hands, and moaning, almost begging me to take her.

"It is a shame Jacob left so soon, or you could have taken us both together Shelley, but, there is time yet, we have 3 weeks to go."

Not waiting for a reply, I slid my fat hard cock into her, filling her, as she groaned. Holding it inside, and pulling her head back. before hissing at her.

"Are you ready to be fucked in the ass? Are you Shelley, hard and deep?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly shivered once more the feel of Alex's cock buried inside her, stroking her walls, causing more juice to escape and coat his rod. She bit her lip in sexual hunger, and groaned out a heated yes. Her body was wanting to be released from the emotions that were building up inside her.

At the mention of Jacob's name, thoughts of the man filled her mind, and another roound of tremors filled her body. She continued a silent promise to see him again, as soon as she could. Pushing her body back, she clenched Alex's cock, and squeezed if tightly.

"Yes, Alex. I'm ready for your cock," she told him, a panted breath escaping her. Her lungs burned for air, as she welcomed his cock, beckoning it for him to enter and impale her forcefully.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Yes, Alex. I'm ready for your cock,"

"Oh and dont I know it Shelley, your asshole is a twitching like fuck, just begging to be fucked"

Pulling out from her pussy, I pressed the head of my cock against her ass, expecting some resistance. How wrong i was, she pushed back against me, taking my dick straight in, and groaning in pleasure.

Grabbing hold of her hair, I started to fuck her asshole, hard and fast, as she called out in pleasure. I knew she would love it, and fuck me but did she. I slammed into her, reaming her little hole, fucking it as hard as I could.

"Oh fuck Shelley, Alex is ready to cum, where do you want it bitch, cunt, ass or tits? Your choice, but hurry up for fucks sake."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly clenched his cock firmly with the muscles of her ass, and felt the sting in her scalp from the pulling of her hair. Her body was ready for his cum, turning her she looked back at Alex, eyes dark with lust. His cock had penetrated her swiftly, and she had felt the full length of him slide inside her. He had fucked her hard and fast, and her ass had welcomed it, as if it were exactly what it had wanted.

"In the ass Alex," she growled out to him. "Feel me up." She pushed her body back further, and squeezed the sides of his cock harder. Grinding her ass against his pelvis as she did so. "Now Alex, I want your cum now." Her heated words were pulled from her body, and she moved one hand down to her clit, and began to rub furiously at it, wanting her own lust to be satisfied as well.

 

[FurryFury]

Tierney became restless while she thought about the party. Naturally she wondered what was happening there. It was a curious feeling knowing your husband was likely off fucking someone else. Had in fact been fucking at least one other person for your entire marriage.

Walking to the top deck of the ship, she stood at the railing. She looked up at the glittering night sky and shivered a little.

Later she went to check on Jake. He was packing much to her surprise. Tierney found out that he had gotten word from his family that his father was sick. He was going home. She smiled gently at him.

"I'm sorry to hear that. If we can help in anyway, just say the word Jake. I will miss you but I understand family comes first, always." She gave him a kiss, lingering a bit. In a way he had been a rock for her during this strange journey she was on. She hated to know that he would soon be gone.

Once she found he had already made his travel arrangements and needed nothing from her she hugged him one last time.

"Just please stay in touch." She asked. He promised he would. Tierney left slipping the credit card like key into the door of their large cabin.

Pulling off her clothes, she stood under the stream of the shower for a long time, letting the steam and water loosen her body and stress. Latter she tried to sleep but strong wisps of thoughts all drifted through her mind preventing that for a long time.

 

[dailyskater15]

Kelly ate her food and savoured the taste of the exotic dishes. cleaning her mouth she got up from the table and wandered out onto the deck to meet others. she walked over to the railing and looked out into the blue sea, the wind carrying the slight smell of salt and whipping her hair back.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The Captain stood at the bow looking out into the water, he had made the necessary calls for the man that the Davis couple had brought on board. They weren't do to land at any of the tropical islands for a few more days, so he had to resort to calling the Coast Guard to send out someone to pick up the young man.

He watched now as the group of men, worked to tether up to the ship, and he greeted the other boats Captain. They talked over a few things that seemed to be happening on land, as well as a few projected storms that were due in sometime at the end of the week.

The young man emerged out onto the deck and walked over to the two men. He shook the Captain's hand, then the Coast Guard Captain. The Captain of the Cruise ship watched the departing figure, then his eyes moved back to the bow of the ship. He wondered if Shelly would be in his cabin as he had told her to, or if he would have to find her. She had broken his rules, and he was beginning to see it becoming a habit, he would have to make sure she knew better. Obviously she was getting out of hand, and needed to be riegned in.

He waved goodbye to the departing ship, and headed back to the first mate, thoughts of Shelly in his mind, and her punishment working in his thoughts.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly felt the release of Alex's hot, fluid gush into her ass. She cried out as her fingers worked the orgasm from her body at the same time. Twisting and savoring the sweet feelings she enjoyed, each tremble and quake that ripped through her. "Yes!" she screamed as he continued to empty all of his cum inside her. She felt the exquiste warmth fill her up and her body welcomed it.

"Oh, baby!" she mumbled, then felt his cock leave her ass. She rolled over and squeezed her breasts together. "More baby!" she told him.

Soon she felt the rest of his cum cover her breasts. She rubbed the white, liquid all over her nipples, then gathered some on the tip of her fingers and licked it off. She teased her erect buttons and felt his hand enter her cunt to help her finish off the shaking that her veins were forcing her to absorb.

"Fuck," she muttered as she finally came down from her high. Her lust filled eyes looked at Alex and she pulled his head down. She sucked hard on his neck, before releasing him. "Another party sometime, Mr. Davis," she whispered in his ear, as she licked the edge of it.

She saw a gleam in his eyes and she knew he'd sample her again sometime. Shellie watched him dress, and walked him to the door. "I look forward to meeting your wife, you'll have to let me know if she'd want a personnel tour of my cabin sometime, and perhaps, you'll join us." Shelly ran her finger down his chest and over his cock. "I'll see you sometime tomorrow, and we'll be having another party in two days."

Her eyes watched his body move down the hall and into the corridor where his and his wife's room would be. Shelly shut and locked her door, then took a hot shower. She climbed into bed, and slept soundly.

 

[MrWolf1]

The weighted plates came together with a clang! The whole of the machine shaking as they collided. The man laying back upon it sat up, sweat running down his chest and back, dripping from his nose. The small windows along the wall of the gym showed a still dim sky. Just over the horizon, a golden half disk of a sun shone, sending spikes of color cutting into the dark. The morning was still early, but Jacob new this would be his only chance to use the equipment in here before the gym filled with guests. Picking up a towel from the nearby bench, he wiped the moister from his face, arms, then swiped the cloth over his chest. For only being in there for a half hour, he had already worked up a good sweat. Tossing the towel back over the bench, he reached up and took hold of the overhead bar. Muscles flexing as he pulled down, lifting over half the total plates on the machine, before slowly lowering them again. As he began another rep, his mind drifted.

Firstly to his sister. Had Cyndi found her yet? She had yet to get back to him concerning where the call had come from. Would she be able to find out? He dearly hoped so. He hated feeling so useless, stuck out here while someone else had to help his sister. He growled, his anger fueling his arms as they suddenly yanked down on the weights, slamming them into the upper frame of the machine, then letting them go to crash back down. The echo of the pounding metal ringing loudly in the large open gym. She had to be ok….she just had to be!

But there truly was nothing more he could do, so he reluctantly pushed such dark thoughts from his mind. As he did, he found much fonder ones rising. Namely of Shelly. The note he had written the other night should have been delivered by now. He recalled handing it to one of the housekeepers, asking her to hand it to Shelly in person. Standing, he walked towards where the doorway to the locker room and showers stood. Passing through, he thought about what he had wrote, asking her if she would like to, to meet him at the bar after hours. He dearly hopped she would, as he removed what clothing he wore and stepped under the hot water. His shift would be starting in just a few minutes, at the end of which he would be heading to the bar, where his bartender friend would help him get things ready.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly heard the crash of her cabin door, and scampered out of bed. "What the hell?" Her eyes flew to the time, and she realized she'd over slept again. The party had carried on to her room, and between Jacob, and Alex she was exhausted. Looking up at the anger filled eyes of the Captain, Shelly trembled slightly; straightened her back, and glared at him.

"You need something," she asked.

"Sleeping in on the job?" he growled at her, crossed the room, and hauled her up against him. "What the fuck was last night about? You were supposed to stay put after the party, then you go and bring Davis here for some one on one time?"

Yanking herself free, she walked over to her closet and pulled out her uniform. "You told me to entertain the Davis couple. He was there, I was tired, I did my job! I did it here! I wanted to sleep in my bed, not yours!"

She felt the yank of her hair, clear down to the senses in her spine. "Shit!"

He pulled her back to him, and growled in her ear, "You sleep in whatever bed I tell you too! Be in mine tonight or else!" He pushed her forward, causing her to hit the closest door, and left the room.

Shelly stayed there, until she heard the door slam behind him, then she moved back. Her hand went to her lip, and came away with a small speck of blood came back to stare at her. "Damn," she whispered.

She got showered and dressed for the day. Drying her hair, she pulled it up into a ponytail and through in a white ribbon for kicks. She liked how the ribbon gave her a more fun appeal, and looking at the bruise and slight swelling on her lip, she needed to look approachable and fun. Applying a dab of antibiodic to the small cut, and then a small amount of concealing around it, she stood back and admired her work. "Well, it helps. His fault anyway, idiot."

Pulling herself together she headed to the door, and walked into Jazz the head housekeeper. "Oops, sorry. Distracted I guess," she smiled and closed her door. Shelly started to leave then stopped when she heard Jazz call back to her.

"Whattcha need?" she asked, hoping it wasn't about her lip.

Jazz glanced at the swollen lip, but said nothing about it. It was becoming common knowledge between the older crew members that Shelly was getting a little more violence then anyone thought she wanted. "Got a letter for you," she said, handing the letter to her, then leaving quietly.

Shelly looked down, and didn't recognize the writing. Peeling the envelope open, she smiled as she looked to see who wrote it, then read it. At first absolute excitement hit her, then it was replaced with something else, doubt and a mixture of fear.

If she did what the letter asked and met with Jacob, she'd not be listening to the Captain. She knew he'd be angry with her, but she also knew it was time to take a stand against him, and perhaps this wasn't the life for her anymore. Tucking the note in her pocket, Shelly decided she'd see how things went with Jacob. If all he was looking for was another fast fuck, then she'd turn him down. If he was wanting something else, she'd leave. Shelly could give the Captain a fast fuck and not get into trouble.

Shelly's watch told her the afternoon was catching up to her, so she hurried to the dining room, to grab something to eat, and then she'd entertain the families on board with a few swimming games. Tonights entertainment in the club would be the comedian on board, and their new singer. She smiled as thoughts of the young woman, made her think of happier times, before the Captain ruined her morning.

 

[MrWolf1]

“Get in there, you tangled piece of….” his whispered curse fading into a grunt as he shoved the tendril of metal and wire into the open pipe. The coils and bends of the pipe snake not making it easy. He’d been at this for almost an hour. Kneeling on the tiled floor of the bathroom, it’s fine porcelain sink hovering above him. Just outside the bathroom door, an elderly woman, wrapped in a night coat and shawl, looked on. Her hair still knotted into the curlers she had just put in. They covered her scalp, except for one small space. The curler that should have gone there, was now at the other end of the snake Jacob was fitting down the pipes.

He mumbled to himself, as he remembered the older woman telling him how the curler had fallen from her fingers, down into the drain. Then, as she explained how she had tried to make it float back up by flooding the sink with more water, he had to force back a grin. Little did he know just how much time he would invest in this little rescue. Yet, she was one of the VIP guests, so his supervisor was more then willing to allow him all the time he needed, just to keep her happy. So, here he was, pulling on a metal snake, covered in dark sludge made of who-knows-what, trying to retrieve a fifty cent curler. He sighed, then grunted as the snake seemed to get wedged within the pipe. He knelt closer, trying to see if he could see the end, which should have been close. His face still close the to end of the pipe, he gave a gentle tug. His whole world suddenly went black, as the spring-like end of the snake pulled free, bringing with it a small green curler, as well as a blob of dark colored gunk, that was now splattered over his face!

A moment later found him in the hall, still wiping his face with a rag from his pocket. The door behind him closing, the old woman having thanked him for the last and hundredth time. Shoving the filthy rag back into his pocket, he looked at his watch. His shift was almost over. He smiled, it was almost time. Just another job or two, and he could rush back, shower, dress, and hurry back to the bar, where he knew a sign would be put out, stating that the bar had been closed for maintenance. He had been shocked when the bartender had said he would do that. The bartender just shrugged, and explained how everyone would be at the Club that night, business would have been slow anyway. It had earned him a deep respect from Jacob. He had always been Jacob’s best friend on the ship. Now, Jacob owed him even more for helped set this night up.

For the millionth time today, he hoped Shelly would take him up on the invitation. Through the day he had seen her; across the deck, down the hall. There eyes met a few times, but he dare not bother her while she was working. He did notice the way she had tied up her hair, the fluttering ribbon adding a touch of sweetness to her already lovely face. Once more, he hoped against hope to see her tonight, while he busied himself with the last of his work.

Later would find him passing through the door to the bar, the ‘Closed for Maintenance’ sign swinging as it was opened and shut. Within, preparations were underway.

 

[KitsyKat]

Joining the Cruise

Hi: You know, I am really nervous about going on a cruise all by myself. But my husband insisted: I have worked myself to a frazzle the last months, and need a break; alas, he is too busy to join me. He laughed and said, "Enjoy yourself, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Ha! That leaves me a lot of space.

First day. I tie my long blonde hair into a pony tail and don my Chicago Cubs cap, letting the braid go through the back. I ease my 37C boobs into the scanty bikini top and have a moment of indecision: should I wear the regular bikini bottom, or the thong that my husband gave me? Oh, go for it, girl! I check myself out in the mirror. Hey, not bad for an old dame of 37! But I do reach for the scissors and trim away a few hairs that have strayed from my pubic patch to outside the thong. I put on my sun glasses and drape a light wrap over my shoulders and pick up my book and walk out to the deck.

Happy threesome off to one side --an older fellow, with a young man and a very pretty woman. We exchange smiles. I settle down into a deck chair, and I can sense eyes on my body, and I am glad that I worked on my all-over tan by sunning on our patio this summer.

I hear a murmur of voices as I read, and you know, I feel sort of left out of things. To be on vacation, without my husband, or any friend, for that matter. Yes, I did masturbate last evening, twice in fact, once in the shower, and again just before I slipped into sleep. But....

So, I wonder what might lie in store for me the next days.

Kath akaKitsyKat

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly had been having a pretty good afternoon so far. She had managed to avoid the Captain, and after this morning that had been a plus. Jacob and her had stolen a few admiring glances at each other. A lost child had been found, safe and sound sleeping on a booth seat, in the dining room, and was now with his parents, probably grounded.

Now she stood at the little outdoor bar, enjoying some tea and keeping an eye out for any tie ups in the afternoon activities. The shuffleboard groupies were hanging out on the side, as well as the kids in the wading pool with grandma's and grandpa's surrounding them. Bronzed bodies played water volleyball in the pool, the time set aside for the next hour in a half for that activity. She scanned the sunbathers, and took in the admiring flesh of the passangers, making note on who was who, and the potential of invitations being given to the next volley of guests.

They should be docking at one of the islands, to stock up on a few things, and let the people enjoy a nice stretch on land, before taking out and continueing through the ocean. She hoped she'd get a chance to take in the sites of the villages. She didn't get to visit off land very much, but she was hoping this time, she wouldn't be stuck in the Captain's cabin all day, fucking him and his next morsel of perversion.

She glanced over and noticed an attractive woman, that she hadn't met yet. Thinking she must have been one of the guest that got on before she had gotten up to greet them all, during boarding. Shelly tightened the bow in her hair, and leaned over to the bartender, "Hey sport, who's the dame in the bikini, and the blonde ponytail?"

"Oh, that's Kathy or Kat or Kath, can't remember right now, she's a bit distracting though," he winked at Shelly. She ordered a glass of lemonade for her, and the woman the proceeded to take them over to her, and introduce herself.

"Hello there," she set the lemonade on the table beside the woman, and tried not to ogle her body. "I'm Shelly the Ship Entertainment Corrdinator, and I've been remiss in my job, and haven't met you." Shelly extended her hand, and smiled brightly at the beautiful woman.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Tierney seemed to be feeling much better, I thought to myself, after having spent the morning with her, on the sundeck.

She looked as beautiful and alluring as she ever had, drawing many admiring glances I had noticed. We took a light lunch, before retiring to the outdoor bar, for some liquid refreshment.

I saw Shelley, talking to a very cute lady with a pony-tail, and waved at her. SMiling at my wife

"Look darling, there is Shelley, over there."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly smiled at Mr. and Mrs. Davis, and waved back her attention distracted for a moment from the woman on the deck. She thought about the night before, and felt her body constrict over the memory of sucking on Alex's cock, she wouldn't mind doing that again sometime, and letting him ride her ass or her tits. She blushed, and turned back to the woman.

She realized the woman must not have heard her so she, sat down on the chair beside her, and extended her hand once more, this time, touching her leg first, to get her attention.

"Miss, I'm Shelly, and you are?" she waited patiently her hand still on the woman's firm thigh.

 

[MrWolf1]

The last candle was set into place, it’s flame joining the other hundreds lining the windows and walls of the bar. The flickering orange light lending an atmosphere of romance to the room. Just as Jacob wanted. He stepped back to admire his work. The floor had been cleared, save for a single two person table in the center. It’s top covered in satin tablecloth, a three tier candle stick splashing a aura of light around it. He looked towards the bar. It was empty for the moment, but he knew, in the back kitchen, the bartender was just setting up to prepare a sumptuous meal.

Just then, the bartender emerged from the back….a phone in his hand and a look of sadness on his face. Seeing that, Jacob cringed. Jacob had told him about what happened with his sister, and that he was expecting a call. By the look in his eyes, this was it, and it didn’t look good. He walked over and took the phone.

“Yes?” he whispered.

“It’s Cyndi, “ the voice on the other end said. “I found out who it was.”

“And?!” he breathed.

“Jacob…”, there was a cold note in her voice now. “We traced the call, and went to go get her. When we got there, the place was empty. But we found a…a…” he could hear her gulp, and his blood ran cold.

“What did you find?”

“Hun…we found…a finger.” His knees gave out, as he crashed to the floor. All color washed from his face.

“Was it…was it…” he stammered.

Cyndi’s voice was filled with tears, “Yes….it was hers.”

There was a pause, as his body shook. Then, slowly, achingly…he stood. His face, and his voice, turning to stone. “Come get me…Now!”

“A chopper is already on the way, should be there in ten minutes.” she stated, in between sniffles.

“I’ll be ready.” he looking up at the man standing nearby. He simply nodded, and began blowing out the candles. Jacob stood, phone still to his ear, “…..but there’s one thing I still need to do.”
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He pounded on the Captains door, the metal ringing. It was only a few moments until it opened, the Captains angry face on the other side. He would already know about the incoming helicopter, but before he could speak, Jacob did. “I’m leaving the ship. A helicopter will be here in a few moments, but I need to tell you one thing.”

In a flash, Jacob’s meaty hand was wrapped about the Captains throat, shoving him forcefully against the opposite wall. With his feet dangling, Jacob leaned closer to his sputtering face, his eyes hard and icy. “If you EVER again, lay an angry hand on her, or even look at her with threat….you…will….PAY!” the last word a menacing growl as he let the man drop, walking to the door, he paused, and over his shoulder said, “…and I WILL know!” The door slamming behind him, as the Captain sat upon the floor, coughing…gasping.
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The whirling blades of the military style helicopter sliced the air, as Jacob leapt onto the side skid. Tossing his bag inside, he looked back. The only one seeing him off was the bartender, raising his hand in goodbye. Jacob knew he would soon be off to tell Shelly what happened. A pang of guilt hit his heart, hoping she wouldn’t be too angry. With so little time, he felt he couldn't tell her himself, he would not want to leave if he did, but there was no choice.

“Jacob, we have to go!” He turned, a bespectacled young woman held out her hand, Cyndi had ended up coming to pick him up personally. He clasped her hand, and hauled inside, the door sliding shut. As the chopper lifted off, he watched as the ship shrank. Part of his heart he knew, was left on that ship. As it disappeared into the horizon, he wondered if it would still be there, when he would return.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly saw the helicopter land and Jacob climb in, she looked at the woman, "I'm sorry, I have to go." She hurried away and headed to find out what was going on. She reached the Captain's door, and knocked.

"What the fuck?"

Shelly heard his growl, and opened the door, she peeked inside, "What's with the.." she didn't get another word out, as her arm was grabbed and she was pulled inside. She took in the Captain's anger filled face and she trembled in fear. Never had he been so full of hatred, and somehow it had to do with the helicopter and Jacob.

He moved toward her, stalking her, as if she were the only person on the ship. Shelly's heart beat in her chest. "Calm down, and just tell me what happened."

"Your boyfriend threatened me, and told me if I did anything to you he'd make me pay."

"Jacob? Why did he think you'd do anything to me, everyone knows about us?" Shelly stared at him, "You've just made a mistake, I'm sure." She moved to leave, and was blocked by his fist connecting with her jaw.

Shelly fell back, and pressed the back of her palm to her face. "That's enough, I think we're done." She stood up, fighting back the tears. "I'll finish the cruise, but I'll be staying in my room, and I'll run your parties in my rooms, but they'll be private affairs, no more orgies for me. I'm only running them, because your guests expect it, and we ... I don't need the company to find out about this little charade you play."

She went to move past him once more, again she was stopped. His hand wrapped around her arm and she was soon pushed against the door. The knob pressed into her skin. "See this is the thing, you man left. Took off for somewhere, seems he has some ties, and well doll... he's gone, and your here all alone." His breath was hot on her skin, and he bent his head down to bite her flesh.

Shelly pulled her free hand up and racked her fingers over his face. "Let me go," she screamed at him, and recieved a firm smack across her face. The Captain pulled her up to him, and pushed her hard across the room, causing her to trip over the sofa. She sat there for a moment, staring at him, then saw him go toward the drawer of his dresser.

"No!" she screamed as she headed for the door again. She grabbed the knob, and pulled it open, seconds before he slammed it shut, and hit her once more. The whip lay in his palm, and he snapped it angrily at her.

Swallowing her voice, Shelly begged him to calm down, and they would talk. She told him, she'd stay, she not see Jacob, and she do whatever he wanted. The pleas fell on empty ears, as she felt the tip hit her blouse, ripping a small tear in the cloth. "Please," she mumbled, as he advanced on her.

She ran toward the other side of the room, only to have the whip land on her back. Shelly felt his hand on her throat, and the silver cuffs wrap around her right wrist, she jerked, and he tightened the hold on her throat. She clawed at his hand, trying to breath, but he only tightened his hold. Shelly felt the darkness consume her, and she collapsed.

When she woke, she was cuffed to his bed, her naked flesh exposed. The room swam in darkness, but she heard him. This was his game. Her wrists and ankles bound, and her eyes covered. Her mouth tasted the gag, and she struggled against it. She felt the handle of the whip touch her skin, and tears fell from underneath the cover. "I've got you till he comes back, and then I'm going to have him dealt with." She heard the menacing voice, as she felt his mouth bite her breasts.

 

[KitsyKat]

On the deck by the pool

The touch of a hand on my bare thigh snapped me back to reality, and I realized that I had been dozing under the bright tropical sun. I looked over to see the smiling face of a very attractive (and very buxom) red-haired lady sitting on the chair next to me. She repeated what I had heard through my half-sleep. (“Hi, I am Shelly, who are you?”)

I stirred in the chair and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. “Hey, sorry,” I said, “you caught me cat napping. My name is Katherine, but most folks call me ‘Kath’ or “Kitsy.’ Whatever. I answer to almost anything.”

Shelly treated me with a smile. She explained how she was the cruise “entertainment coordinator” and that she was eager to do what she could to make my vacation a success!

I explained that I had just finished an extended period of very hard work, and that my husband had insisted that I get away for a break. He hoped to fly out and join me for the last several days of the cruise. I sighed. “Shelly,” I said, “he told me to go ahead and enjoy myself. But you know, dear, I am not used to being ‘single’ again. Hal and I have been married for 12 years, and being here by myself, I feel like the proverbial duck out of water.” (What I left unspoken was that I was horny as a young goat, and being deprived of my husband's stiff cock for two weeks was a prospect I did not enjoy. Jilling off in my state room simply would not suffice.)

Shelly grinned. Then she turned to see a helicopter swooping down towards the ship. Without another word, hurried away, obviously bent on greeting whoever was aboard.

I was a bit disappointed. Given that she was the "entertanment coordinator," I had hoped she could steer me to some fun people. I thought. I looked around. Hmm. Well, that guy who is tending bar is quite a hunk. I picked up the glass of lemonade that Shelly had put on the table and called to him, “Could you perhaps put a splash of rum in my drink?”

Asked and done. He walked over and poured light Bacardi into my glass. The young man was unabashedly direct. Standing above me, he could look right down into the cleavage of my bikini top, and I knew he was checking out my boobs, which were a wisp or so of fabric short of being on full display. I felt my nipples tauten. I flexed my shoulders so that my breasts crept closer together, putting more of my exposed flesh into his view. He gave my breasts another long look and then returned to the bar.

I sighed. God, Kath, I thought, here you are, first day out of port, and you are cruising the bartender! Girl, what goes with you?

I took a deep swig of my rum drink, and I looked down at my deep tan. I sighed.
Wearing the bikini meant that I was going to have a very unsightly ‘tan line’ before the cruise is over. I am unhappy when part of me has a lighter tan that the rest of me. If I see another staff members, I am going to suggest that the cruise ship needs a ‘clothing optional’ area where I could get out of this top – and even the bottoms – and tan the right way

Then I had an idea. I glanced over at the "rules" posted on the wall alongside the bar. The standard stuff. No glasses in the pool. No running on the deck around the pool. No diving except in the deep portion. Blah blah blah. The kind of boiler plate stuff I’d seen at country club pools all my life.

Hmm. I saw nothing forbidding women from going topless. I leaned forward in my deck chair and my fingers went around back and found and unsnapped the clasp of my bikini top. The flimsy fabric fell into my lap, and my breasts swung free and unclad into the tropical sun. I put my hands behind my head so that they came up into sharp relief.

So, too, did someone else. “Magnificent!” said a masculine voice above us. “I endorse that,” from a woman. I looked up to see a couple standing alongside my chair. Hmmm. Perhaps this cruise was about to take the course I secretly desired.

Kath akaKitsyKat

 

[FurryFury]

"So she is, your little entertainment from last night yes?" Tierney said archly. She leaned over and kissed Alex stroking his skin.

"Oh she looks so happy to see you too and that other girl. Why Alex you look as if your dance card will be full on this cruise." Tierney continued. She was still struggling with the idea of her husband's cock being so busy with so many others. She wasn't sure she was ready for this. Her nails dug into his skin a little without her even realizing she was doing it.

It had been a long time since she had a significant drink. She couldn't risk it but oh how she wanted to let down and let loose. The last time had been Vonda had drugged her on Alex's orders. She almost wished she were in that state again. It would make everything so much easier. Making sober decisions, well that was harder she wanted to be wild and uninhibited. It just wasn't easy for her. It went against everything she had been raised to be.

The ice water was cool on her throat as she pondered for the zillonth time what to do and how to act under such surreal circumstances.

She suddenly felt like she were being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck went up, she looked around but saw no one or anything she could pin point. Still she felt a malevolence like a heat blast on her skin. Surely she was just wound up and imagining things. That had to be it. She leaned into Alex a little again seeking the comfort of his body against hers.

He looked so handsome in his swim trunks. Suddenly she wished they had the entire deck and pool area just for themselves.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly awoke sometime later, after the Captain had assaulted her body numerous times, she had finally passed out. She gag was still in place, and her arms, and legs still stretched out and cuffed to the bed. Fear ripped through her when she opened her eyes, and this time with the mask off, she could see where she was. She heard a noise coming from the door, and the mid afternoon light hit her eyes. She trembled, wondering who the dark shadow was.

"Fuck, baby," the soft voice of the bartender reached her ears. Shelly cried in relief, and when he removed her gag, she took in a deep breath, and tried to control her sobbing.

"Shhh... I'll get you out of here. Where does he keep the keys?" the bartender, asked her as he grabbed a sheet from the closet and drapped it over her bruised flesh. "I didn't know where you were, I came to find you and tell you about Jacob, but.. I got waylaid, and wasn't able to. Shelly I'm sorry... if only I... "

"Don't... the key is in that drawer," she indicated with a turn of her head. She watched as he pulled the drawer open, and fished out the silver keys. He unlocked her wrists, and then her ankles, then sat down and pulled her close to him.

"Where is he? He'll kill you if he sees you here."

"He's in the holding room. I knew something was wrong. He came into the bar, and demanded ice, and I saw his knuckles were grazed and raw. I asked where you were and he got real angry, calling you names, and shaking with rage."

Shelly trembled, "Then he can't hurt me right?"

"No, the first mates controlling the ship, and we've dealt with him, for now. When we dock at the first island we'll turn him over to the authorities."

She nodded her head, and asked if he'd help her shower. He blushed but agreed. In compaionable silence Shelly allowed him to assist her in cleaning and dressing. Neither one spoke, but he noted the bruises and bite marks that littered her skin. Her jaw was swollen, but hadn't recieved much damage, the Captain had limited the blows to her face, keeping most of the damage done to where she would be able to hide it while she worked.

Shelly thanked him quietly, then brushed out her hair. "I'm going to go back to my room and rest. I'll call the company, and have them fly out a new Captain. Perhaps they'll have him at the island when we dock."

The bartender, now her dear friend, nodded his head, and walked her to her room. "Just rest, and I'll make excuses for you tonight if I need to."

"Oh, I'll be back at work tonight, I don't have to throw a party for another couple of days."

"Your still gonna throw the parties?"

"I have to, the guests are expecting it, and if I don't... then I could easily get myself into more trouble."

The bartender just hung his head, "Do what you think is best for yourself, I don't want you in more trouble, Jacob would have my hide. I don't even know what he's gonna do or say when he finds out about this."

"Just don't tell him, okay... he doesn't need to know, I'm not his property."

"He'll find out whether from me or someone else, hon. I'll not lie to him, if he asks."

Shelly said nothing more. She opened her cabin door, and closed it, leaving the bartender outside. In her bathroom, she downed some painkillers, and went to lay down. She slipped off the spare clothes she had kept at the Captain's rooms, and into a soft cotton gown, then she crawled quietly into bed.

 

[KitsyKat]

Hmm, this cruise might be a mistake

At the sound of the admiring voices, I glanced up at the couple and gave them a warm smile. To my surprise, they simply nodded and continued walking away. Hmmm. What's the deal? Their comments suggested they like seeing my bare boobs, but what not a follow-up chat? Oh, well.

I took another deep sip of the rum and lemonade and shuffled around in the deck chair and got comfy. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my naked breasts and I toyed with the idea of going ahead and taking off my bikini bottom as well. Nope, Kath, best take it easy for awhile until you get the lay of the land.

"Lay of the land." Ha oh. Was there going to be any "lay" on this trip? The thought of being by myself for a full week did not fill me with excitement. Can a horny woman live by her fingers alone? Jilling off by myself would bring me temporary relief, but not having my husband with me -- god, he loved watching me finger my pussy! -- took something away from it.

I thought back to fucking with him the last night I was at home. I teased him about "really cutting loose and enjoying myself on the cruise" as I bounced up and down on his hard cock, feeling his shaft slam in and out of my cunt. He reached up to tweak my nipples with his fingers.

"Are you going to be a naughty little girl?" he asked, teasingly.

"Oh, probably so, if I find the right guy -- or gal," I said, thrusting my pussy hard against his intruding cock. "But I will think about you when I am cutting up, love!"

WHACK WHACK WHACK! Ouch! A series of stinging slaps on my bare bottom, so hard that tears welled in my eyes.

WHACK WHACK WHACK! Another series of blows, this time even harder. Each slap made me writhe even harder against his cock. Oh, god, the mixture of pain and pleasure!

"You go ahead and misbehave," he said softly. "But just remember, I am going to give your little fannie a good tanning if you do. And I am going to demand that you tell me every naughty thing that you do on the cruise. Is that understood?"
WHACK WHACK WHACK!

I gasped with pain. I was out of control now as I drove towards orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes," I said. "Oh, don't spank me any more, my butt is on fire....."

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

I opened my eyes and came out of my reverie. I guess I had been moving around in the chair as I dreamed of fucking, and of having my rump slapped, because the bartender was giving me a funny look. I winked at him, stretched so that my bare breasts stood proud and tall, and then put two fingers down inside the top of my thong and tugged at it and pulled it a couple of inches away from my tummy. I could tell that the guy wished he could take a peek down the gap. Why not give him a look?

Out of the chair, glass in hand, for the stroll of several feet to the bar. Perhaps it's time that I took the initiative, if I was going to have any fun at all on this cruise.

Kath akakitsyKat