The Delight IC

Kat was a proud young woman. She wouldn't accept help easily. But this was not the first time Logan had seen her get on Saskia's bad side in the year since he had joined the Delight's crew. She would have to learn to accept help sooner or later and it might be time someone forced the issue. "Don't be afraid to cry. It will free your mind of sorrowful thoughts... Old Hopi saying." Kat knew of his spiritual side. She had asked him about it not long after he joined the crew, curious about the omnipresence of the two trinkets about his neck.

When they reached Kat's room, Logan let her open the door and turn on the lights. He went straight for the bathroom and ran a washcloth under cold water. Kat sat on the bed and he sat beside her, using the cloth to clean the dried blood, tears and smudged makeup from her face. He said nothing, simply cleaned her up and held the cold rag to her face a moment to help the swelling go down.

There was a certain tranquility to his presence. Nothing ever seemed to bother him, but that was only because he was so good at hiding it. In this moment, he was focused only on helping the young woman beside him. He made no comments, offered no further words beyond the earlier pearl of wisdom in the halls, voiced no judgments. He was simply there, doing what he said he would do. He didn't even ask how it happened. It wasn't his way to force people to talk. He simply remained quiet and let them banish the silence if it bothered them. As far as Logan was concerned, silence was just the rests between melodies.
 
Luka Barbato

Luka raised his hand in a friendly wave as he saw Keldin off.

“See ya,” he bade.

Once the Norwegian was gone, Luka returned to inspecting his coffee and decided to set it aside for the time being. If he forced it down now, he might have not been able to take a nap. The bow was pretty peaceful. There were sightseers, sun-bathers, and just people who minded their own business. He slid a hand into the pocket of his coveralls to remove his radio, staring at the device as it slept. Its silence was a good sign.

Sitting up in the lounger, he leaned right and then left, checking the faces that were around the bow. He might have been in the clear to sleep a little longer. Besides, he was only working when guests submitted a technical complaint. He may just sleep until his radio summoned, and who knew when that would be?

Smirking mischievously, he slid his radio back into his pocket and proudly crossed his arms behind his head as he took one deep inhale of the salty air. His chest rose and fell with his relaxed breath as he closed his eyes and set sail into dreamland.
 
Al let out a soft moan as Sylvia's palm rubbed his cock up and down; there was nothing quite like that first touch. She was a good kisser. No, a great kisser, and it only fueled Al's desire. He couldn't believe that less than several hours on this cruise boat he was in his cabin with a beautiful girl's hand wrapped around his cock. He wondered if she was as turned on as he was as he slipped a hand up the inside of her thigh, his fingertips encountering moist panties.

Hooking his finger through the waistband of her panties he began to pull them down, wanting her so bad now. His cock was throbbing now, so ready. Her legs spread a little more and he ran his finger across her wet pussy lips.

His other hand slipped a shoulder strap off her shoulder, anxious for her body to be pressed next to his, skin to skin. His tongue swirled around her's as his hand ran over the swell of her breast, feeling her nipple harden at his touch. His hips thrust a bit against her hand, pressing himself into her palm more as he groaned in anxious pleasure.
 
Al's cock felt so big in her hand now that he was fully hard. Sylvia continued to stroke and spread his pre-cum all aound the taut cockhead. Al pushed his hand up between her thighs as she opened herself up to him. Their lips were locked and tongues continued their dance but Al was now becoming more aggressive as he slid her dress off the shoulder, exposing her right breast. Her nipples ached to be touched, but sucked on more so.

Their encounter had become so heated so quickly and Sylvia was loving every second of it. Uninhibited now, she broke their kiss and caught her breath, her hand still stroking Al's cock. She looked at him with glazed eyes and proceeded to sink to her knees at the foot of the bed.

She tugged at his hot, hard cock and leaned in to lick the tip as a clear liwuid bead formed at the slit. The saltiness of it brought her back to the first time she had giving her ex-boyfriend Jason a blowjob and how much she liked the taste of his pre-cum and cum.

Sylvia closed her lips softly on the tip as she slid her fingers to the base of Al's cock. Holding it steady, she bobbed slowly on just the head of his cock. Teasing Al a little as she wanted him to enjoy it. Slowly and softly Sylvia bobbed on it. After a few times, she lapped at the soft underside as she bobbed. As she became more comfortable with the size of it, Sylvia would twist her mouth and lips on it, pushing her lips to the rim.
 
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AL leaned back on the bed as Sylvia's lips wrapped around his swollen cock. He could hardly believe this was happening but that was all the more thought he spared it as he gave himself over to her ministrations. Her lips were so soft, her mouth, so warm and wet as she began to give him one of the best blowjobs he had ever had.

He ran his hands through her hair as she bobbed on his head. "Uhmmmm..." he groaned out as her tongue spread some of his pre cum around. Reaching down, he slid her other shoulder strap off her shoulder in the hopes that, when she stood up, the dress might slip right off. But he didn't want her to get up for a long time. "Ohhh...Syl...." he moaned out, his pleasure increasing as she licked his throbbing dick. It felt so amazing...this complete stranger's, completely beautiful stranger's, mouth on his cock, so incredibly amazing. He let go of her hair and put his hands back to brace himself, as his hips pushed forward, moving his erection closer to her. He was lost in the moment as she took him in even farther.
 
As he walked her back to her room, Kat could only shake her head at Logan's words.

"I don't cry, Logan, and you know that. What you saw back there, never gonna happen again."

She admired his spirituality, but funny sayings like that just weren't her thing. And they never would be. Kat had never been spiritual, she was more about looking out for herself than trusting someone else - be they human or deity - to do it for her.

They entered Kat's room and she fell onto her bed, moaning softly as the soft mattress and thick comforter engulfed her in their luxurious - or as luxurious as you could get in a crew member's cabin - comfort. Having a private room was a luxury for crew members, and the private cabins were only given to those who had earned them in one way or another. Most everyone in the crew knew that when you were granted a private room it meant you worked for Saskia's side business, though some private rooms had been given to crew members who had earned them in ways other than sexual. While many crew members decorated their private rooms in ways that reflected their personalities, Kat's was as bare as the day she had moved into it. No added adornments, no personal touches. Her one decoration was the comforter that she had splurged on, an expensive down-filled thing in pale yellow that she wrapped up in no matter what the temperature was.

Kat sighed happily as Logan placed a cool cloth against her aching cheek. The cold felt wonderful against the heat of the swelling and she allowed her eyes to drift close as she enjoyed the sensation.

The room was filled with silence. A comfortable, companionable silence that neither Kat nor Logan seemed interested in breaking.

The cloth began to loose its coolness as it absorbed the heat from her cheek. Kat placed her hand over Logan's, taking the cloth from him and laying it in her lap.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes glued to the cloth in her lap, her fingers playing nervously with the corners. She glanced up at him, her eyes studying him intently. "I know that I'm not always the easiest person to be friends with, and I appreciate everything you're trying to do for me." Taking in a deep breath, Kat tried to figure out the best way to phrase what she wanted to say next. "I need you to understand something, though, Logan. I'm not going to be the girl that cries on your shoulder. That's not me, it never will be. I don't let people get close to me. And there are a lot of things that you don't know about me, things that I don't want anybody to ever know. So don't ever ask me to tell you, and don't ask me to let my walls down."

To break up the harshness of her words, Kat smiled and ruffled Logan's hair. "Now you get outta here you big dork. I'm sure there's some girls out there who are wanting to see that fine bod of yours."
 
While Sylvia was on her knees pleasuring Al, he moved around to be at the foot of the bed as Sylvia continued to suck as she crawled on her knees. She was following Al like a devoted puppy. She licked and lapped at his huge cock, her fingertips barely touching each other as his cock was thick. She tried to get his cockhead wet from her saliva as she bobbed on him.

They now had completely switched spots in at the foot of the bed. Al pushed her dress off her other shoulder making it slide down her arms, it clung to her erect nipples before falling down to her waist.

Sylvia pursed her lips tight as her fingers gripped the base tightly also. She slid her lips up towards the rim but not stopping this time, making a popping sound as the head of Al's cock pushed in her mouth. Sylvia swirled her tongue his hard meat as he moaned above her. Sylvia loved hearing him moan as it meant he was enjoying the attention she was giving his hot cock. With the guttural sounds filling thte cabin, Sylvia began to bob up and down quicker now, his cock beginning to glisten from her mouth. She was easily able to take half his cock in before almost gagging as she trried to get used to his size and girth.

Up and down her head bobbed, sucking his cock like her life depended on it. SHe was getting so worked up that so much saliva built up in her mouth that some began to stream out from between her cock-filled lips. Her saliva streaming down to the base of Al's cock before hanging down in a thin strand.

Sylvia, not only got worked up from sucking Al's big cock, but also because her nipples were rubbing against Al's thighs as she leaned in to take more of Al's cock in her mouth. Sylvia couldn't believe that she readily took to Al, being that they had just met. She had never had a one-night stand before.

Sylvia pulled off of Al to catch her breath. and while doing so stroked his cock with nice long and slow strokes of her fingers. She admired the way his cock filled her hand. A strand of pre-cum oozed out and started to hang down. Sylvia leaned in and let it fall onto her tongue. She follwed the strand up to his cock and closed her mouth around his cock once again and moaned with her mouth full of his cock.
 
Ordinarily, Logan would have responded to the playful line with one of his own. Instead, he just sat there and looked at her as he had before with that same placid, unreadable expression on his face. His dark eyes never left hers. It was difficult to tell if he was looking for something or waiting for something. Even his blinking seemed to move in slow motion. At the point where the silence would have become awkward, he put his hat back on his head and rose up off the bed.

He went to the door, his steps making no sound against the carpet. He opened the door to leave, but stopped in the threshold. He turned back to look at Kat. Again, his face betrayed no emotion. "Do you really think you're the only one with a past? Do you think you're the only one who has said or done things they're not proud of? Ever stop to wonder why I don't like to talk about myself?"

In that moment, he seemed almost like an older brother scolding his sister. His voice didn't carry a judgmental tone. It was more of a gentle admonishing for something she had done wrong, though what that was wasn't very clear. "You let on more than you think you do. I've known for a while you have secrets you keep... But maybe you need to get over yourself a little. Just because I don't know, doesn't mean I don't empathize." With that he slipped out of the room and softly closed the door behind him.

Logan shook his head as he began the trip back to his room. He was telling the truth. He had suspected for some time that Kat was hiding secrets. The walls were plain to see if you just listened to her talk. He wasn't one to judge for keeping quiet. He had more than his fair share of skeletons in the closet as well. But he saw what happened to people who put up too many walls, and he wasn't going to let the same thing happen to him. If Kat was smart, she would come to the same decision too. He glanced back over his shoulder at Kat's door. Perhaps tomorrow he'd see how she was doing. He didn't expect her to spill her guts about whatever she was hiding. But she could at least stop pushing people away.
 
Pearl Parsons

Pearl was content to let the girl guide them to her cabin, her mind whirling with thoughts of what they would do when they got there. She took the excursion cards when CC offered them, wondering exactly what she was supposed to do with them, but accepting that CC will explain them… later. Pearl could barely contain her excitement about what would lie between now and “later”. CC’s passion as she pushed Pearl against the door took her breath away. Then the door gave way behind her and they were propelled into the room as if by the force of their own desires. CC must have known exactly what she was doing, because Pearl ended up sprawled on the bed with CC on top of her. The cabin was small, but not quite as small as Pearl might have expected for crew on a ship, where space was always at a premium.

But Pearl took very little notice of the rest of the room with CC’s soft, warm body so close and just begging to be stroked, fondled and kissed. Nearly the only light in the room came from the hallway through the still open door. Pearl wondered if CC would even pause to close it, but then realized that she didn’t really care. Pearl reached up to feel CC’s breasts through the thin material of her dress. She loved the feel of them, but wasn’t content to simply fondle them through the fabric. She slipped the one strap of CC’s dress down over her shoulder, taking the whole top of the gown with it. Pearl replaced her hands on CC’s now unobstructed breasts, kneading them and playing with her hardening nipples.

It wasn’t long before Pearl needed even more and she bent her head towards CC’s right breast and sucked her now stiff nipple into her mouth. If Pearl had stopped to consider it, she would have been amazed at her own brazenness, but she was simply caught up in a torrent of her own, and CC’s, desire and it drove her on like a feedback loop. She suckled first one breast, then the other, teasing CC with her tongue and nibbling on her nipples and the flesh of her breasts, tentatively at first, then with increasing pressure, but never quite so much that it tumbled over the border from pleasure into pain. Pearl’s own body was responding to the sensations of touching CC, her pussy felt like it was on fire and her own moisture was soaking her panties and filling the room with the heady smell of sex.

Finally, she pulled herself away from CC’s breasts. “Get me out of this dress before I explode!” She turned halfway so that CC could reach the zipper on the back of the dress. Once it was undone, Pearl shifted to help CC shimmy her out of the dress with getting off the bed. The expensive dress fell to the floor, immediately forgotten. Reduced to just her bra, panties and shoes, Pearl looked even sexier than before, the curves of her body even more apparent now that she was nearly exposed. She blushed under CC’s hot gaze. “Please… I’ve never done… this,” she gestured in a way that seemed to encompass the whole evening, “with anyone. I want you to show me everything I’ve been missing.”
 
Saskia

Some called her harsh. Many others called her what she was, a bitch. Saskia didn't care, she was here to run a business. Since she had started her little whore house on board The Delight, the cruise ship had never been so popular. People should be thanking her for keeping the damn cruise line in the black all these years. When so many other cruise lines were shutting down or laying off staff, The Delight was flourishing. And it was all due to Saskia. True none of the higher ups in the company knew what kept The Delight so popular, but what did it matter. Nobody asked questions, nobody investigated what happened behind closed doors. And if she was to keep her ship, and her whores (for lack of a better word), running smoothly, Saskia could not be above a little blackmail every now and then.

As Kat ran out of her office, Saskia settled back into her plush leather chair. She had decorated her office in simple extravagance. A Monet hung on the wall behind her desk, the soft swirling colors blending with the cream wallpaper. A pink orchid sat on the corner of her desk, the flower bending towards her, as if seeking her approval. In front of the desk sat two black leather chairs, their backs and arms stiff and uncomfortable. Saskia didn't want anyone to make themselves at home in her sanctuary.

Pulling a stack of Excursion cards towards her, Saskia powered up her computer and began to filter through her employees to see who was available to service the needs of the guests. She had an elaborate system in place, with each of her staff members listed along with their likes, dislikes, and preferences when it came to the bedroom. She would then type in what the guest was seeking and names of the staff would pop up, with those staff matching the most of the guest's desires at the top of the page. It was a fine-tuned machine and Saskia dared anybody to challenge its efficiency.

She clicked into the system, fully prepared to set up at least thirty excursions for the next day. And her screen went completely black.

"Fuck!" She cursed, frantically tapping keys, trying to get the computer to turn back on. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Work you goddamn fucking computer."

Saskia was ready to pick the computer up and throw it against the wall when dark red letters, the kind of red that reminded Saskia of blood, began to scroll across the screen.

Watch your back. Your time is coming.

Seven simple words. Seven words that sent chills down Saskia's spine. She grabbed her phone and quickly dialed. He picked up on the third ring.

"Keldin, get your ass to my office. Now!"

As she waited for the security guard to arrive, Saskia sat in her chair, back rigid, and watched as the letters scrolled across the screen over and over again.
 
"Mmmmmmm...yesss...." moaned Al as Sylvia wrapped her mouth around him. Her body, now exposed, was so amazing. The way her dress had clung to her curves did not do them justice and Al throbbed with desire to feel that body all over him. His cock loved being in her mouth. He would love to fill that hot little mouth with his cum and watch it dribble out. But he wanted even more to feel how tight her pussy clung to it. He moaned again, "Ohhhhh....fuck..."

Reaching down he gently pulled her up onto him, and when her mouth reached his he kissed her with a fierce, lusty passion, their tongues, dancing. His hands slipped down over her shoulders and cupped her breasts, his thumbs drawing little circles around her erect nipples. Her breasts were so soft and yielding, so incredibly sexy. He kept kissing her, tasting his own precum on her tongue. One hand reached around her and felt down her beautiful, smooth back, grabbing her tight ass as his hard cock pressed into her stomach. It throbbed and thrust there, rubbing against her; he couldn't help it. He wanted her so badly. Reaching down, he rubbed her pussy softly, feeling how dripping wet she was and wanting so much to penetrate that amazing wetness. He rubbed her first with two fingers and then a third before moving up to rub in hard tight circles around her clit as he breathed hard into her mouth. Fuck....Sylvia...." he managed to exhale in a bare whisper. "You're so fucking wet..."
 
'Thank god I only drank the one beer.' Was Keldin's first thought when he heard Saskia's voice on the other end when he answered.

"Yes mam! Right away." He replied curtly and then took off at a brisk jog to head for the entrance to the inside of the ship and then down some flights of stairs while making sure to give any guests a nice charming smile before he arrived at the level he sought. Arriving again at Saskia's office he knocked twice and then entered into the room.

Inside his eyes quickly scoped out the area. He was not sure what he expected to find but it appeared the room was secure. Closing the door behind him he moved forward to where he spotted Saskia sitting at her desk.


"Mam?" He asked and moved around slowly to look at the screen.
 
Kat

Long after he had left, Logan's words ran through Kat's mind. She knew that she wasn't the only person who kept a part of herself hidden, but what was Logan hiding? Wishing that she had stopped him before he left, Kat tossed and turned in her bed, the comforter pulled tight around her despite the warm air blowing in from her open window. She tried to sleep, was desperate for it in fact, anything to keep her mind from thinking. But sleep eluded her.

She glanced over at the clock on her bedside table. The neon green lights of the clock told Kat it was only midnight. How could so many things happen in such a short amount of time. Kat could have sworn that it was closer to three or five in the morning after the night that she'd had.

Disgruntled and unable to sleep, Kat swung out of bed. She threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and grabbed a pair of sandals. Leaving her dark hair loose to hide the mark on her cheek, Kat grabbed her room key and headed out. She needed some fresh air and space to think.

Making her way along one of the upper decks, Kat breathed in the salty air. The smell of the sea was comforting, it embraced her like an old friend. Around her guests were milling about, taking in the night air before departing for their rooms. She greeted a few of them with a smile and a quick hello, but didn't stop to engage any in conversation. She'd been walking for awhile and soon found herself on a deck that housed guest cabins. It was quiet and Kat leaned up against the railing, looking out over the ocean that reflected the starry night sky. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes, a feeling of contentment settling over her.
 
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Luka Barbato

Luka stirred. A sudden jolt of fright had startled him awake as he had dreamed about Saskia appearing behind the lounger he was sleeping in and screaming at him to get back to work. The only difference was Saskia wasn’t around, and in his dream, the sun had still been shining. Luka stared at the ceiling of stars overhead, and as though they weren’t enough, he sat up to lean in his seat, gazing past the parasol at the moon to confirm. His mouth fell agape for a few seconds before he slid back his sleeve and regarded his watch: midnight.

Damn, he thought. He was more tired than he realized. He peered down at the coffee that was still there next to his chair. It was more than cool now. Settling back in his chair, he stretched his arms up and arched his back and expelled a heavy yawn. The graveyard shift was often times a dead shift. Most guests would be partying all night at club Skinz, and enjoying other similar activities. Thank God he didn’t choose custodian or he’d never know sleep.

Closing his eyes, Luka relaxed and reached a hand into his pocket to withdraw his radio. If there had been any calls, he either didn’t hear them or slept through them. No matter. He had a call to catch.

The Yorker hadn’t noticed Kat basking in the solace of the night. He had heard of her from other staff members, and had seen her a few times, but because his job didn’t have him frequent Skinz, knowing what she looked like was about all he knew. But from what he’s heard from other staff members, she seemed like a nice girl.

Luka rose sluggishly from the lounger with a lazy sigh and returning his radio to his pocket, he traded it for his cell phone. He had a simple flip phone for convenience purposes. He walked down the ship until he got a good signal and proceeded to make his long-distance call.

He raised the phone to his ear and regarded the moon-lit sea through half-lidded eyes. Someone on the other end picked up.

“La regina è arrivata,” Luka spoke.

Buona. Sapete cosa fare.

“Che faccio. Volete qualcosa mentre io sono qui?”

Forse un po più sigari.

“Roger.”

Luka clapped the phone closed and returned to the lounger to retrieve his cold coffee and tool box. Tonight was going to be a long night.
 
CC gasped with surprise as Pearl reached up to grab the top of her dress and pull it down. Her big, soft tits bounced free for a moment before Pearl's the redhead's hands found them; massaging, groping, flicking her thumb over the twenty-something's stiff nipples.

She opened her mouth to speak but then Pearl's hot, hungry mouth found her nipple and started sucking with almost frenzied passion, "Y-OhhH! Oh, my fucking God!" Her eyes went wide and then closed as the buxom older woman began to devour her breasts. She'd had men and women worship them before; they were probably her best feature. But she couldn't remember the last time anyone had gone at them with such passionate fury before!

"Ahh, oh, Pearl, suck on me tits, yesss," she hissed. One hand slid through Pearl's short cropped hair, taking hold as fierce, almost feral kisses and licks were feverishly given to her plush flesh. The other moved lower and yanked her new lover's skirt up before pressing her heel into the thoroughly soaked material of Pear's panties and grinding into the wet furnace of the other woman's sex.

CC was panting heavily by the time Pearl all but threw her off of her body. The stink of their mutual arousal was thick in the air; the younger woman breathing it deeply and loving it. She licked her lips and stepped up to help Pearl undress and then she stepped back and let her eyes go up and down her body. "God damn, Pearl...you're made for sex. If I looked half that good..."

Then she grinned and winked at her, "Baby doll, we'll do as much as we can stand tonight. And if we don't get to all that you've been missing, we'll have the whole cruise to try it all." After tonight, Pearl would be hooked. She'd have an "excursion" almost every day; maybe then Saskia would apologize for being such a bitch after Kat and CC brought in a new customer.

...Okay, so sometimes she liked to dream.

But there was a dream in front of her to focus on now. Pearl was amazing; flat stomach, shapely, round limbs, long legs, sweet luscious ass and those large tits looked simply enormous and magnificent. CC pounced on Pearl, kissing her hard and pushing her back down onto the bed. Her tongue dove into her mouth and tasted her before she slipped out and down, kissing the redhead's jawline and then down her neck. "Mmm, get that bra off, sweetie, I want to get my hands and mouth all over those perfect tits," she cooed.

The brunette took her time moving down Pearl's neck, kissing and nippling. Her pink tongue ran over the junction of her collarbones and then across one. She moved onto the bed herself, kneeling near Pearl's head and moving down her, her hands running over the older woman's body. She slipped under the bra while it was still on to pinch and then twist her nipples, peppering the first curves of her breasts with hungry kisses. "So turned on by you," she moaned with a grin, "so sexy and so lusty. Turned this hot little slut on so much I almost creamed just from you sucking my breasts!"

Her hands glided over Pearl's smooth stomach and grabbed hold of her panties. She pulled up on them, giggling at the way Pearl reacted, but then let them go and slid one clever hand under them. Her fingers ghosted along the sopping slit at first with teasing phantom touches. Then she gave it a light slap with her fingers before beginning to stroke and pet.
 
Al placed his fingers on Sylvia's jaw and tilted her face up so that he could look into her eyes. He gently coerced her to stand, his cock slipping from her mouth as she did so. When she stood, her dress fell from her waist to her feet, where she kicked the dress away.

Al wasted no time kissing her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues swirled and danced hungrily as she placed her hands on Al's forearms. Rubbing her fingers up and down very slowly as Al's hands caressed her shoulders and back before gliding to her breasts. He cupped and squeezed them playfully. Sylvia was lost in a sexual fog now as Al's touches and kisses were mesmerizing.

The way he rubbed her aching nipples with his thumbs made Sylvia ache for him to touch her clit in much the same manner. Sylvia purred and moaned softly into Al's mouth, responsive to his touch and kiss.

When Sylvia felt his hand move lower over her stomach, she instinctively parted her legs a little more, hoping that he was going to touch her there. Al's fingers slide down over her shaven mound and over her pouty pussy lips. She held her breath in the middle of their kiss and when Al's fingers rubbed her throbbing clit, she gasped, his touch sending a shiver through her entire body.

Sylvia gazed into his eyes when he mentioned how wet she was, unable to utter even a simple reply. She ached to feel the cock she just sucked in her pussy. She couldn't believe she was behaving this way, but that didn't stop her. Nor did she want to stop.
 
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Saskia

As Keldin moved to look at the computer screen, Saskia pushed herself away from the desk and began to pace the length of her office.

"This is unacceptable," she said, "completely unacceptable. That computer has more passwords and firewalls protecting it than a Soviet missile tower." She turned to Keldin, marching up to him so that they were practically nose to nose. A faint scent of alcohol lingered on his breath, but Saskia chose to ignore it.

"I want you to find out who hacked my computer. And when you find them bring them to me. I will not allow threats against me, not on my ship."
 
Keldin

Keldin's eyes quickly scanned over the screen and his head leaned forward to make sure he had not missed something. He almost thought it was just some elaborate prank for a moment and that it was all just a setup for a really kinky passenger.

But it appeared it was legitimate and he agreed with her when she got close really close all the sudden and Keldin kept his eyes straight ahead ignoring having a somewhat cold-hearted but nonetheless superb example of a fine woman so close to him.

'Don't smell it don't smell it. Please...' He thought.

"I will do everything I can to find them mam. One of the tech guys should be able to find the source I'm guessing. Can't be too many places besides maybe a cabin or a few other places where someone could do what was required without having other people notice. Less it's a staff member..." 'Please let it not be one.' He thought. Saskia would likely go all Ivan the Terrible on their ass and make it a 'special event.'

Keldin gave her his best 'I'm on the job look' and then paused at the door and turned around.

"Mam has there been any recent threats or anything out of the ordinary that's happened to you or focused on the company recently?" Keldin asked though he had a feeling he knew what the answer would be. He was not a cop or detective but he knew from shows they always seem to start off asking the witness questions. Every little detail would help.
 
Pearl Parsons

Pearl pulled a hand away from the younger woman just long enough to get her bra off, giving CC unrestrained access to her breasts. The feelings CC was creating in her were incredible and Pearl couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, the sound travelling through the open door and into the passage beyond. Jack was fond of groping her large tits and sucking on her nipples, but only for his own pleasure. CC played her breasts and nipples like fine instruments, orchestrating a symphony of pleasure for both of them. Pearl would never have imagined that anyone’s tongue could make her feel so good, but CC’s was like hot, liquid velvet on her skin, stoking the fire of her passion to heights she had never imagined.

CC’s pulled up on Pearl’s panties, making her gasp as the smooth, wet fabric rubbed against her interior folds and across her clit. “Oh God!” she exclaimed as CC’s fingers teased at her pussy. Pearl let out a shriek of surprised pleasure as CC’s hand came down sharply on her cunt. Jack had never touched her there except to put his cock inside her, but now CC was rubbing her fingers up and down over her drenched pussy. She reached down to yank her panties down, nearly tearing them in the process. They got tangled with her shoes, but Pearl had no more attention to spare for them, leaving them around her ankles.

Eagar to be touching CC again, Pearl snaked her hands up the girl’s legs and under her dress as she kneeled next to Pearl on the bed. One hand ran up the back of her legs, coming to rest on CC’s ass, stroking and kneading it. The other came up the front, grazing over CC’s mons and then sliding back down towards her pussy. Pearl knew from experience what her own pussy felt like, but exploring CC’s was like a whole new country. Everything about it felt new and fresh, from her outer lips to the slick pink folds within to the hard, yet soft, nub of her clit. Pearl’s hand investigated all of them as CC was doing the same to her. She briefly wondered what the girl’s tongue would be like when it reached her pussy. She couldn’t seem to find the words to articulate the thought, but she looked up into CC’s eyes and hoped the lust burning there would send the right message.
 
Al was able to stand it no longer. He simply had to be inside this amazing girl, feeling her warmth around his throbbing member. With a gentle hand he guided his cock to her parted pussy lips and pressed ever so gently with his hips, teasing her a little bit. Smiling at her. Moaning with her. Kissing her.

Their bodies moved together and they were one. Slowly, inch by hard inch, he slipped up into her wetness, her tightness and he leaned his head back in ecstatic pleasure. Her nipples cut hard across his own chest as they moved against one another and he pulled her tighter. He didn't go into her too far. Not yet. She would have to get used to him a bit first; he knew this from previous exuberance. But he relished the getting used to it time. Kissing her again, he grabbed her ass and squeezed it playfully, pushing her closer to him, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing delightfully for her. Then, when something she did suddenly touched him just the right way along his hard cock, he moaned loudly, uncontrollably, his mouth hanging open. "Do that again...oh fuck, do that again..." He had no idea how she did that down there but he wanted to feel it again and throbbed inside her all the more to do so.
 
CC shuddered and sucked in her breath as Pearl's hands slid into her panties and began to explore her sex. The younger brunette undulated as the redhead's fingers caressed and petted her; touching her clit in passing. "God! Damn, Pearl baby, you've," her breath hitched as her nub was pressed again, "been holding this in for a looong time, haven't you?"

The woman's pussy was like molten silk; wet enough that the tops of her thighs were already glistening with her fluids and so hot CC almost thought she might burn her fingers if she put them inside.

Only one way to know though!

She stood up on her knees and leaned forward; stretching her body over Pearl's at the same moment as she slipped her hand low and crooked one finger to dive into the older woman's sex. "Fucking tight in there! God, feels like you might squeeze it off, love it!"

She grinned, not that Pearl could see it, and wiggled the finger inside her to rub against the married woman's insides. Then she lowered her head to the hot, steamy slit and breathed on it slow and sure; before she brought her lips down to kiss the apex of Pearl's labia. "Mmm."

CC wriggled her ass as her pink tongue slipped out and over the moist lips; her finger starting to pump in and out of Pearl's cunt. She licked down the soaked folds to where her finger was moving and then back up the other side before she pushed past her new lover's labia and started to lap and lick at the inner delights of her cunt.
 
Saskia


"Yes, get our best IT man on the job, now." Saskia ordered. "I want this taken care of and I want it done right." She glanced down at the words trailing across her computer screen. Whoever had done this knew exactly what they were doing. Her computer housed everything from normal day-to-day tasks aboard ship to a list of all clients past and present who had used her floating bordello.

"Mam has there been any recent threats or anything out of the ordinary that's happened to you or focused on the company recently?" Keldin asked.

"No, nothing unusual happens on this ship, not when I'm around." Saskia snapped, pissed that he should question her. She ran The Delight with an iron fist and nothing happened without her say so. Which made this threat all the more bone-chilling.

(OOC - Anyone not currently engaged in a sexual scene can skip ahead to the next day on board)
 
Pearl Parsons

“Oh darling, you have no idea!” Pearl responded as CC shifted on the bed and plunged a finger into her. Pearl was certain that if she was as tight as CC seemed to think, it was because her husband was so disappointing in the endowment department, but she could barely waste the time to think about Jack as incredible sensations rippled through her body and CC stroked her fingers in and out of her. “Oh fuck!” Pearl gasped as CC’s lips touched her pussy, just as soft and warm as they had been when they’d kissed, but magnified a thousandfold by the location. Then CC tongue darted out and began to lick her.

“Oh God YES!” she cried as CC’s tongue grazed her clit for the first time and she came instantly, her back arching as she screamed long and loud, a sound that echoed down the hallway through the open door. Pearl had always been messy when she came, but now as her pussy contracted hard around CC’s fingers her juices squirted out of her like a geyser, soaking everything nearby, including CC.

Even as Pearl’s orgasm wound down, she knew there was no way they were finished and she wasn’t going to give CC the opportunity to decouple, even if she had wanted to. She grabbed CC’s leg that was closest to her and lifted it up and over her head, until CC straddled her face, her knees rather far apart and her pussy pressed down against Pearl’s mouth. Pearl marveled in the sight of CC’s glistening pink pussy, pulled open for Pearl’s pleasure by her position. She couldn't wait to lick and taste CC and wasted no time. She began to lick CC’s pussy as she’d seen in so many lesbian porn movies, licking at her labia and then slipping her tongue inside as far and she could get it. Pearl found the taste of CC’s pussy intoxicating and plunged her tongue in again and again as she brought one hand around to massage CC’s clit.
 
CC let out a squeal of surprise and delight as Pearl came hard and squirted like a shaken bottle of champagne. Hot, sticky girl cum blasted all over; soaking the shocked CC, her bed, and a great deal of the room.

Her first thought was how great this was! She loved being cum on, and you usually could only get that with guys. But it looked like Pearl could too!

The second thought was that her room was going to smell like Pearl's pussy for the rest of the voyage. Not that that was bad at all.

She then blinked as the older woman manhandled her into position for a 69, "Want some too, Pearly? Ohh, give it to me, gorgeous, li-iiiick," Pearl chose that moment to start on her, "Ohhh, lick my pussy, sweetie."

She moaned and wriggled on top of Pearl, making sure to press her chest against the redhead's stomach. God, this was hot! "Want you to cum on me again, Pearl baby," she cooed. "Paint me with your girl jizz."

CC bent her head back to Pearl's pink heaven and started to lick and lap at her clit with renewed vigor. She pulled the finger in the guest out, only to plunge two more in and not delaying at all before she started to pump them hard and fast into the tight, scorching passage of Pearl's body.
 
Pearl Parsons

After working her tongue into every part CC’s pussy it could reach, Pearl shifted slightly, moving her tongue down to CC’s clit and taking her fingers and sliding them inside her. After all the delving her tongue had done, Pearl was surprised to find that CC’s pussy felt even better around her fingers. It was hot, wet and so incredibly soft, like nothing Pearl had ever felt before. She pumped CC slowly at first, exploring every part of her and trying to gauge her reactions, which was difficult, given the fast rising tide of her second, but hopefully not last, orgasm of the night. Finally, it was an apparently accidental grazing of one of CC’s fingers over her puckered little rosebud that triggered the final wave of pleasure that sent Pearl over the edge.

“OH GOOOOOOOOOD!” Pearl screamed as her orgasm took her, her whole body reacting, her pussy and ass contracting, back arching, toes curling, her legs and arms twitching in uncontrollable delight. Pearl would not have thought it possible, but her second orgasm was even stronger than the first, blasting CC with more of Pearl’s juices, soaking her face and hair. The smell of sex was positively overwhelming in the small room and in poured out into the hallway through the door. Pearl thought for a moment about someone coming to investigate the sounds and smells emanating from CC’s cabin, possibly joining in the fun, and she instantly came again. Another, weaker fountain of girl cum hit CC, as if to make sure she was completely soaked.

Despite her orgasms, Pearl didn’t let up her determined assault on CC’s pussy. If anything, her screams were transmitted to CC’s clit in the form of vibrations of Pearl’s tongue. Determined to make CC come, Pearl sucked CC’s clit into her mouth, holding it gently with her teeth and licking it furiously with her tongue.
 
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