Category: erotic

Eddy and Annie Invite Ryan

Short Story

From the first moment I met Annie I was in lust with her. Petite with
big blue eyes and curly red hair, she was a lithe little fox that
dazzled most men. She was of course hopelessly out of my reach, being
the girlfriend of Eddy, one of my best mates.

Eddy and I played basketball together at uni and I’d been enduring his
tales about his new girl for weeks. It started out with him saying he’d
pulled this gorgeous 19-year old babe in a pub, then a few days later
about how they spent hours making out on their first date, and so on
until he boasted about ‘fucking her raw’. His descriptions of her were
glorious and detailed, and in my mind I’d built her up to be some sort
of goddess long before I finally met her.

When I did get to see her in the flesh at last, she more than lived up
to my expectations. It was a hot day in early August and a couple of
friends and I had decided to head out to the local lake for some
much-needed cooling down and relaxation. A couple of the guys brought
their girlfriends with them, including Eddy.

When I first saw Annie as she strolled up to our little stretch of
lakeside beach, holding hands with Eddy with her hips swaying
delicately, I couldn’t help but stare. She was indeed glorious, petite
but curvy with small firm breasts and flaring hips hidden behind a
modest orange bikini. Her long red hair, naturally curly, was hanging
loosely around her shoulders which were dotted with freckles. Her nose
and cheeks were slightly freckled too, a trait that only added to her
sexiness.

Introductions were made and the afternoon passed languidly with the
group swigging increasingly lukewarm beer interspersed with the
occasional dip in the cold waters of the lake. Annie and I clicked the
instant we got talking, my self-deprecating humour and her sharp wit
somehow matching up perfectly and we spent the afternoon critiquing
other lakeside visitors, from bad choices in swimwear to questionable
facial hair styles.

Eddy noticed I was hogging his girl a bit and made sure to break us up
repeatedly by either dragging Annie in to the water or laying down on
the beach between us and changing the topic of our conversation. I
didn’t mind – if I had a girl like Annie I’d be jealously guarding her
too, so I couldn’t blame him much.

Once when Eddy had dragged his girlfriend in to the lake I decided to
join them, both to cool down a bit and to finish the conversation I’d
been having with Annie about an obscure actress I thought nobody else
had heard of but of whom Annie was a big fan.

We continued to chat as we swam with Eddy hovering around us and
splashing water at us repeatedly, which finally managed to stop our talk
and get Annie entangled with her boyfriend and me sheepishly hanging
around.

I decided to do some proper swimming and give Eddy some time with his
girl, so I swam deeper into the lake until the water got too cold for my
liking. I headed back and saw Eddy and Annie playing around in the
shallow bits. Only their heads were above water and they were doing some
serious kissing and undoubtedly some underwater petting and groping.

As I approached they separated and Annie headed to the shore, with Eddy
swimming further in to the lake, probably to let his erection die down.
Annie let me catch up with her as we both headed back to the beach, and I
noticed her cheeks were rosy and her breath a little hurried.

She greeted me and swam alongside me as we slowly headed back to the
beach, and suddenly I felt her hand touch my leg underwater. I slowed
down a bit and looked at her, but her face betrayed nothing of what her
hand was doing under the surface as she continued chatting with me.

I felt her hand move to my crotch, searching and finding my cock through
my swimming trunks. She squeezed it and rubbed my dick slightly with
her small lean-fingered hand and I hardened rapidly under her touch.

She let go of me just before we reached the shore and strolled out of
the lake, water cascading down her gorgeous body. I hung around in the
shallows a bit to let my sudden arousal fade and my cock lose its
steelhard stiffness before I got out of the water as well.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. Eddy, maybe sensing there
was something going on between me and Annie, kept his girl separated
from me and finally made an early exit entirely, dragging a reluctant
Annie with him. I stayed at the lake until all the beer was gone and the
sun started to set.

———-

I didn’t see Eddy nor Annie again until the start of the new basketball
season in early September. At our first practice Eddy showed no
animosity towards me, so I hoped he’d forgotten about how I’d flirted
with his girlfriend at the lake that day.

After practice Eddy asked if I could come by his place to drop off a new
videogame I’d been playing so he could give it a try. I agreed and a
few days later on a Saturday afternoon I headed to Eddy’s house. Like
myself, Eddy still lived with his parents as the university we went to
was nearby for both of us.

When I arrived at Eddy’s place he opened the door for me and welcomed me
in. He was wearing tracksuit pants and nothing else, which I didn’t
find surprising as it was a pretty warm day. I’d dressed in shorts and a
loose shirt myself.

“Hey Ryan, good to see ya. Come on up, it’s just me and Annie here. The
folks are away for the weekend.” He closed the door behind me and lead
the way to his room. I was surprised to hear that Annie was in as well –
I’d expected it to be a typical guys-only afternoon with loads of
gaming and swearing at the computer, but with Annie here that was
unlikely to happen. It would probably end up as a short stop to drop off
the game and I’d be back at my own home, but then without my current
favourite videogame to play.

Eddy’s room was on the top floor of the three-story house. His room
occupied the whole of the attic with a large skylight providing
daylight. Annie, dressed in tight jeans and a red sleeveless top, was
lying on the narrow one-person bed in the corner of the room under the
slanted roof and looked up from a magazine as I came in.

“Hi Ryan!” she exclaimed and came over to give me a cosy hug. I returned
the hug, glancing at Eddy but he didn’t seem to mind – he was actually
grinning as he watched Annie hugging me.

“Go ahead and install the game on my PC,” Eddy said as he pulled Annie
out of my arms and on to his bed. I moved to his computer desk and
settled on the chair as Eddy and Annie lay down on the bed. Immediately
they started making out, seemingly forgetting about me entirely.

I shook my head and focused on installing the game on Eddy’s computer.
It was a straightforward installation that, after the initial few
clicks, required a lot of waiting as the files were copied to the PC’s
drive. I leaned back in the chair and looked over to the bed were Annie
was now lying on top of Eddy and they were kissing intensely with lots
of tongue action.

I suppose I was meant to look away and give them some semblance of
privacy, but I figured he’d invited me in here and Annie was quite a
sight for sore eyes, so I kept watching the two as they made out with
abundant passion. It was actually arousing to watch and I felt a bit of a
voyeur.

After a couple of minutes they finally broke their lip and tongue lock
and looked at me. Annie giggled. Eddy asked “are you enjoying the view,
mate?”

I grinned at him and folded my hands behind my head, leaning back
further in the chair. “I sure am,” I said, “don’t stop on my behalf.”

“Hmm, we won’t then,” said Annie as she cupped Eddy’s face and pulled
him back into a kiss. I chuckled and kept watching them as they
continued their tongue-gymnastics until the PC pinged at me, signalling
the completed installation of the game.

I turned my attention back to the computer and as I was wrapping up the
game’s installation I heard Annie and Eddy whispering to each other,
with some giggling and chuckling going on. I pretended not to notice and
started up the game, hoping to show Eddy the game’s opening cinematics
which were quite impressive.

But before I got that chance Eddy and Annie had gotten up from the bed
and were heading out of his room. “We’re, uh, going to my parents’ room,
okay?” Eddy said as he was almost dragged out of the room by a visibly
aroused Annie. “Just hang around here and play your game,” Eddy managed
to say before a giggling Annie pulled him down the stairs to the first
floor.

I sighed and settled back in the chair, knowing all too well what Eddy
and Annie would be up to in his parents’ bedroom one floor below. I
thought about sneaking down and trying to watch, but decided against it –
a little bit of voyeurism was one thing, but if I got caught watching
them have sex it might mean the end of our friendship and would lead to
some mighty uncomfortable situations at basketball practice.

I skipped the game’s opening cinematics and started a new game. As I
waited for the opening level to load I listened intently from any noise
coming from downstairs, but I heard nothing. I was slightly turned on by
the knowledge that only one floor below me my friend was having sex
with a gorgeous young woman, and I decided the game was insufficient
distraction from this.

I closed the game and fired up Firefox to start hunting for online porn.
If Eddy was having fun downstairs I might as well have some fun of my
own, however shallow in comparison.

But before I’d even begun typing the URL of my favourite free porn site I
heard the bedroom door one floor down open and Eddy’s voice calling
out. “Hey Ryan, come down here for a sec, will ya?”

I was confused. Why did Eddy want me downstairs? Wasn’t he supposed to
be having wild sex with his girlfriend? I sighed, closed Firefox and
headed down the stairs.

I found Eddy’s parents’ bedroom door slightly ajar and the sounds of
rustling bedsheets coming from the room. I hesitated for a moment. “Come
on in Ryan,” I heard Annie say from within the room.

I pushed the door open and stepped in. Eddy’s parents bedroom was
dominated by a huge king-sized bed with sand-coloured sheets. Annie and
Eddy were lying under the sheets, which were pulled up right to their
necks. I couldn’t tell how dressed they still were but what I could see
from Annie’s shoulders seemed to lack the straps of the top she’d been
wearing before.

They were both looking at me and smiling somewhat nervously. “So,
Ryan…” Eddy began, but he seemed lost for words after that. Annie
continued on his behalf. “Eddy and I have been talking, you know, and,
well, we’ve been experimenting with, you know, what we do in bed…” She
blushed and hesitated, at which point Eddy seemed to have regained his
courage and said “basically we want you to join us in a threesome.”

I blinked and stood there, my mind a confused whirl of thoughts, unsure
of what to say or do. Annie locked her eyes on me and leaned towards
Eddy, and I saw her arm move under the sheets towards Eddy’s groin. She
seemed to grip his cock, a soft groan coming from Eddy, and started to
move her hand to bring life to Eddy’s dick.

The sheets had fallen down a bit as she’d leant over Eddy, revealing the
beginning of her chest where the curves of her firm breasts began. She
kept stroking Eddy’s cock which was rapidly growing under her touch, her
eyes never leaving mine. Eddy leaned his head back on the pillow as his
girlfriend stroked his member to full erection under the bedsheets.

I felt my own cock hardening in my pants, and my hand moved down
automatically to adjust it to give it space. Annie watched me as I did,
smiling, and licked her lips. That seemed to do it for me – whatever
would happen, I wanted to fuck this gorgeous little fox of a girl, and
if I had to do it together with her boyfriend then so be it.

I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. As I struggled to get
rid of my socks Eddy chuckled, and with a sweep of his arm he pulled the
sheets off the bed. Both he and Annie were naked, and the first thing I
noticed was the size of Eddy’s dick.

It was positively huge. Annie’s lean fingers barely managed to wrap
around Eddy’s shaft entirely as she stroked him slowly, a solid nine
inches protruding from a trimmed bundle of black pubes. Eddy was
definitely better endowed than me.

The next thing I focused my attention on were Annie’s breasts. They were
small and firm and capped with small pink nipples that stood out
proudly. Perfectly shaped tits that begged to be palmed and handled,
kissed and squeezed and sprayed with cum and rubbed vigorously.

My gaze wandered further down Annie’s body, admiring her tight tummy and
shapely hips, until my eyes caught sight of that wonderful valley
between her legs. She was shaved entirely bare, not a hint of hair in
sight, and her pussy was magnificently formed with pink lips protruding
ever so slightly. Now I licked my lips as I imagined diving in there and
tasting her.

I pulled off my socks and then, without further ado, got rid of my
underwear as well. I had started to shave entirely down there so I was
as bald as Annie. My shaft was standing straight out and pulsed with my
heartbeat, its purple head swollen and eager.

Annie patted the bed on her other side and I climbed on it, laying down
next to her so she was between me and Eddy. She reached for my throbbing
fuckstick and her slender fingers wrapped around my steel shaft. She
squeezed me before beginning the same slow, deliberate stroking motion
she’d been giving Eddy all this time.

Annie looked at me, then Eddy, and then me again, a wide smile playing
across her full lips. “Now what am I going to do with these two?” she
asked as she squeezed both our cocks.

I moved on to my side and reached for her breasts with one hand, cupping
one of her gorgeous firm tits and squeezing it, then letting my fingers
play across her hard nipple.

She gasped lightly and I leaned in further, releasing my grip on her tit
to let my mouth take over. I wrapped my lips around her small hard
nipple and sucked lightly, then opened my mouth wider and sucked more of
her firm tit into my mouth.

Eddy moved down the bed and Annie spread her legs to accommodate him. He
settled in between her legs and attacked her cunt hungrily. Annie
closed her eyes and leant her head back, her hand still wrapped tightly
around my pulsating dick.

I moved from one breast to the other, engulfing them with my mouth,
sucking her nipples and squeezing them roughly with my big hands.

Eddy licked her cunt furiously, dipping his tongue in to her moist
pussy. He then slid one finger in to her fuckhole, slowly pushing it
into her until his knuckles touched her cunt. He fingerfucked her slowly
as he licked her clit, then added a second finger and started fingering
her thoroughly. Annie moaned and squirmed under Eddy’s assault on her
pussy and my treatment of her delicious tits.

Annie pulled on my cock and grunted “come up here, let me suck it”, to
which I happily obliged. I abandoned her tits and kneeled on the bed
beside her head, my raging man-meat aimed at her face. She didn’t
hesitate for a moment and immediately wrapped her full lips around my
angry cockhead, engulfing my steelhard fuckmeat.

I groaned and grabbed her long red hair, pushing her further down on my
throbbing cock. She moaned and tried to swallow the full length of my
fuckstick, her tiny mouth stretching to accommodate it.

Eddy in the meantime continued working on Annie’s soaked cunt,
alternately sticking his fingers and his tongue in her love-canal and
lapping up her musky juices. As Annie’s mouth moved up and down the
length of my pulsing dick, Eddy released her cunt from his oral assault
and moved to aim his gigantic fuckmeat at her wet hole.

I had front-row seats to the spectacle as he slowly pushed his titanic
dick into her, her cunt-lips stretching around his massive member. She
moaned louder, my cock embedded in her hungry mouth, as Eddy invaded her
cunt with his dick that seemed unable to fit in there.

Somehow he made it fit, though not entirely – almost two inches of his
throbbing monster were still outside and a painful jerk from Annie
signalled he’d bottomed out. “Careful,” she whispered, “not too deep”,
before once more swallowing nearly all of my dick.

I suddenly realised the problem – Eddy was too big. Annie was a petite
woman and his massive nine-incher bumped into her cervix well before he
had his full length in her. This was obviously a painful experience for
her, which meant Eddy could never pump all of his massive boner into her
without also causing her significant pain. I wondered if my own more
modest six and a half inches would fit, knowing my chance would
definitely come very soon.

Eddy began fucking Annie with slow, deliberate thrusts, ensuring he
didn’t push too deep every time he shoved his huge fuckmeat forward.
Annie’s attention to my own fuckstick continued unwaveringly, as she
moved her tongue around my throbbing shaft in her mouth.

I didn’t need to push her head forward any more as she eagerly tried to
swallow as much as possible of my hard cock, rapidly moving her mouth up
and down my length. She wrapped one of her hands around the base of my
cock, fingers caressing the bulbous sack of my balls, and with her other
hand she grabbed her one of her tits, squeezing roughly.

I leaned over a bit and put my hand on her other tit, squeezing and
rubbing it with equal roughness, my fingers pinching her hard nipple.
She moaned at this and tried to deep-throat my cock, pushing herself
forward as my cock stretched her mouth and rubbed against the back of
her throat. She came close to embedding my full length in her throat but
had to relent, releasing my throbbing member from her mouth, her saliva
dripping from my steely shaft.

She squeezed my balls as she looked up at me with a wide grin, gasping
“nearly there.” Eddy in the meantime pumped his monster dick into her
tight cunt over and over and, losing a bit of his composure, pressed too
deep again, soliciting a pained yelp from his girlfriend.

She glared at him, then pushed him off her. “Time to switch” she said
with such total authority that neither I nor Eddy dared to object.

She lithely turned around and got on her hands and knees, her face in
Eddy’s crotch and her curvaceous ass pointing invitingly towards me. She
got working on Eddy’s engorged manhood instantly, wrapping her luscious
lips around his man-meat. She couldn’t get even half of his fuckstick
into her mouth but she sure gave it a brave attempt.

I turned my attention to the banquet of feminine pleasures now laid out
before me. Her ass was heart-shaped and perfectly curved, with her
dripping pussy peaking out from just below the pink sphincter of her
asshole. I decided to get as much of this as possible so I leaned in and
buried my mouth between her gorgeous asscheeks.

Annie groaned and wiggled her ass in my face as she gorged on Eddy’s
cock. My tongue found the folds of her soaked cunt and I tried to shove
as much of it into her fuck-chute as possible, thirsty for her juices.
She tasted magnificently, her nectar a perfect mix of musky bitterness
and creamy sweetness, and I knew right then and there that I’d have to
taste this more often.

My hands cupped her asscheeks firmly as my mouth assaulted her moist
cunt, my tongue dipping into her folds, then lapping along the whole
length of her slit. I let my tongue roam upwards to her pink ass which I
teased momentarily with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a groan from
Annie, before I ventured back to her soaked pussy.

As juicy as her cunt tasted in my mouth, the need to stuff my fuckmeat
into her was growing beyond control. After several delicious minutes of
tongue-fucking her canal I decided it was time to put my cock where my
mouth was. Yet as I lifted up from her pussy I couldn’t help but linger
at her ass for a moment, quickly pushing my tongue against her tight
pink sphincter and feeling it relent ever so slightly, provoking another
groan from Annie who was busy trying to choke on Eddy’s titanic cock.

Torn between eating her ass and fucking her cunt, I finally chose the
latter and got up, positioning myself behind her. I fisted my achingly
hard fuckstick, still wet from Annie’s saliva, and aimed it at her
soaked cunt.

I rubbed the swollen purple head between her dripping folds, immensely
enjoying the soft feeling of wet cuntflesh on my sensitive cockhead.
Then I decided to see how I fitted inside there compared to Eddy, and in
one hard plunge shoved my man-meat into her tight cunt-chute.

As my balls hit Annie’s pussy I instantly realised I didn’t bottom out –
my dick was a perfect fit. Annie groaned with pleasure with her lips
locked around Eddy’s shaft, and as I pulled out of her fuckhole a bit
she immediately pushed back, eager to feel my full length in her again.

Overcome with lust and confidence born from my ‘victory’ over Eddy I
started fucking Annie earnestly, pounding my pulsating fuckstick into
her soaked cunt as she choked on Eddy’s monster cock.

My balls slapped against her as I pumped my man-meat into her fuckhole
over and over, my hands grasping her hips as I slammed her forward onto
Eddy’s dick. Eddy was grinning widely and as I looked at his cock I
realised why – Annie had deepthroated him, managing to swallow most of
his enormous nine inches.

Every time I slammed my steel-hard cock into her velvety chute she was
pushed forward on Eddy’s dick and choked on nearly his full length being
stuffed down her throat, his dark pubes tickling her nose. Her
continued moans of pleasure every time she pulled back from Eddy’s
monster cock indicated she loved it just as much.

On and on I pounded into her, fucking her with an abandon I had never
experienced before, determined to give Annie a fucking her boyfriend
could never give her. I slammed my fuckmeat into her dripping love-canal
over and over, alternately watching my dick disappear in her soaked
pink cunt and watching Eddy’s cock vanish into her stretched throat.

My hands on her hips and Eddy’s hands tightly gripping her hair kept
Annie firmly in place as we fucked her harshly from both sides. I saw
Annie’s hand move up between Eddy’s legs and guessed she was fingering
his ass, something which was soon confirmed by a gasp and loud groan
from Eddy. He gritted his teeth and seemed focused on spewing his load
down his girlfriend’s throat.

I was not going to be far behind as I sensed my balls tightening and
tingling, and I increased the pace of my fucking, pumping my throbbing
man-meat into Annie’s cunt-chute harder and faster still. Without
warning Eddy’s orgasm hit and he grabbed Annie’s head to shove her all
the way down his cock.

She nearly managed to get all of Eddy’s monster cock into her mouth as
he came, pumping his thick cream down her throat. I came not a second
later, shoving my pulsating fuckstick into Annie’s cunt with such power
that she was forced down further on Eddy’s cock, finally taking all of
his length into her throat as he continued to cum.

My cock spewed forth thick roped of creamy cum deep inside Annie’s
trembling cunt who, I realised amidst my own orgasmic bliss, was also
cumming. Her cunt pulsed around my jerking rod, milking every last drop
of ball-batter from my orgasming cock.

Eddy finally finished cumming and pulled his massive boner from Annie’s
stretched throat, thick ropes of cum and saliva dripping down his huge
shaft. I slammed into Annie a few times more, depositing the last
remnants of my jism into her fuckhole, before I too collapsed back onto
the bed.

Annie followed suit, laying down between us as she gasped for breath.
“Whoa, that was awesome…” she grunted as she patted my leg and Eddy’s
face, her head in Eddy’s lap and her legs draped across mine.

———-

Twenty minutes later I was taking a shower in Eddy’s parents’ bathroom,
cleaning myself up before intending to head home. It had been a
surprising but spectacularly good afternoon, and I was still basking in
the afterglow of it all.

I suddenly heard the door open and through the haze of hot water saw a
naked Annie step into the bathroom. She closed the door delicately
behind her and then turned to me, walking up to the bath.

“Eddy’s fast asleep, as usual” she said as she stepped into the bath
with me and nudged me aside to get to the shower’s hot sprays.

I stepped back in the spacious bathtub to give her room and let my eyes
roam across her lovely curves as she stood under the water. I felt a
stirring in my groin. “Is he a deep sleeper?” I asked, trying to sound
innocent but failing utterly.

She turned to me and caught my gaze, a smile playing across her full
lips. “Very deep,” she said, running her hands over her chest. With one
hand she squeezed one of her fabulous tits, tweaking the nipple between
her fingers. Her other hand roamed down her tummy to between her legs,
where her fingers found the folds of her cunt and began to slowly rub
herself. Her eyes never left mine.

“What you did back there,” she said as she lazily pleasured herself and I
felt the blood rushing back to my cock, “with your mouth on my ass….”
She licked her lips before continuing, “That felt awesome.”

She turned around and leant over, putting her hands against the bathroom
wall and sticking her ass out at me. “Do it again,” she said.

Naturally I complied. I knelt in the bathtub and put my hands on Annie’s
asscheeks, spreading them slightly. Her pussy was red from the pounding
it had received and I gave it a gentle kiss and a lick, provoking a
soft moan from Annie.

Then I moved my focus to the prize – her tight pink asshole. First I
lapped my tongue lazily across it, wetting it with my spit and feeling
the texture of her sphincter on my tongue.

I then circled her ass with my tongue, dipping lightly into her
sphincter, before going back to licking across it. Annie’s breath turned
to shallow gasps, and a glance revealed she was massaging one of her
tits while I attended to her ass.

I pressed my tongue against her asshole, lightly at first, then circling
it again before pressing once more. I continued to press against it, as
if gently knocking on her backdoor with my tongue, steadily increasing
the force of my tongue.

I felt her sphincter relax and relent and finally open slightly to my
tongue, letting the tip of it invade her ass. She gasped louder and
moaned, and I pressed harder with my tongue, feeling her ass surrender
more to it and dipping deeper into her tight asshole.

She pressed her ass back against my face as my tongue pushed forward
into her. I moved one hand up and, after briefly rubbing the folds of
her pussy, slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. She was soaked
with her own juices and my cum and I fucked her pussy slowly as my
tongue fucked her tight ass.

My cock was by now of course back to full strength, throbbing between my
legs as I ate Annie’s ass and fingerfucked her well-pounded cunthole.

I withdrew my fingers from her soaked cunt, taking a healthy load of
cunt-juice and cum with it, and spread this out over Annie’s ass. Then I
gently pushed one wet finger against her tight asshole, which resisted
at first.

But helped by my easing up of her ass with my tongue her sphincter
finally relented to my finger and the first digit slipped inside. Annie
moaned loudly now and pushed her ass back to me again. “More,” she
breathed huskily.

Aided by cumjuice I pushed my finger in deeper, all the way until it was
embedded in her ass to the knuckle. I pulled it out ever so slowly
before pushing it back in, repeating the process several times.

Then I almost pulled my finger out entirely, leaving just the tip of it
inside of her ass, and put a second finger against her tight opening.
“Oh god, yesss….” she whispered as I began to push two fingers in to
her hot tight backdoor, slowly forcing them knuckle-deep into her
bowels.

Two fingers or one cock, I thought, what the hell. I stood up behind her
and withdrew my fingers from Annie’s ass, which solicited a questioning
moan from her. I took my manhood, steely hard and angrily red from my
earlier pounding of her cunt, and rubbed its engorged head against her
pink asshole.

Annie looked back over her shoulder and seemed to hold her breath as I
applied pressure. My cockhead was significantly bigger than my two
fingers, and initially her sphincter denied me access. But I pressed on
and Annie too seemed intent on this to happen as she pushed back against
me with both her hands pressing against the bathroom wall, warm water
cascading down her back.

At last her ass surrendered to my throbbing fuckstick and I felt the
head of my cock go in, her tight sphincter grasping my shaft. Annie let
go of a short gasping moan, letting her head hang between her arms as
she held herself steady.

I waited for a moment, my eyes fixed on where my cock was now invading
Annie’s backdoor chute, and then I pushed forward again with gentle but
firm pressure, forcing more and more of my throbbing manhood into her
incredibly tight asshole.

With my fuckmeat halfway up her ass I paused again and pulled back until
just the head of my cock was still in her. “Please, more,” Annie
gasped, and I pushed forward again until I could go no further.

I pulled back again, then pressed forward once more, over and over,
slowly and steadily, easing Annie’s ass open to my pulsating man-meat.
Finally my hips touched hers with the full length of my steel hard shaft
embedded into her asshole.

“God yes,” I heard her moan in between gasping breaths, “fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

And I did. I started a slow, deep, intense fucking of her ass, pulling
back until I was almost out, then shoving my cock back in to her tight
anal chute until my balls pressed against her cunt. Over and over, again
and again, in and out, steadily and firmly as the hot shower soaked us
both – I was intending to make this assfucking last.

Annie began rubbing her pussy, her fingers sliding across her clit
before finding her cunthole and dipping inside. Feeling herself filled
in both her anal hole and soaked cunt she moaned even louder and shoved
more fingers in to her pussy, fucking herself as I pumped her ass.

I increased my pace, watching the full length of my cock disappear into
Annie’s tight anal chute over and over. I was fucking my friend’s hot
girlfriend up the ass in his own home’s bathroom and she was loving
every second of it.

My thrusts turned in to pounding as I slammed my engorged fuckmeat in to
her forbidden ass again and again, my hands gripping her hips tightly
as I buried my shaft in her anal chute.

Annie grabbed one of my hands and pulled it across her as she pushed
back from the backroom wall, making me hold her up as I fucked her ass.
We effortlessly changed from a horizontal assfuck to a vertical one,
with me slamming my pulsing dick up in to her tight ass as she tiptoed
on the bathtub’s curving surface. Her arm wrapped around my head as she
leaned her head back against my shoulder, her mouth searching for mine.

We kissed, intensely and passionately, our tongues entwining as I kept
up the pace of our heated fucking. Again and again I rammed by fuckmeat
up into her asshole, her anal hole now welcoming my throbbing length
with ease, our mouths locked together.

For the second time that day I felt that familiar tingling in my balls,
and I could no longer maintain our kiss. Annie sensed my impending
orgasm and leant forward again to give me all the access I needed to
severely pound her ass.

My balls tightened and I rammed my man-meat into her anal chute. Annie
again thrust her fingers into her dripping cunt, fucking herself as I
fucked her ass, our loud moans and grunts echoing in the bathroom.

I slammed my cock into her ass with all the strength I could muster as I
came with an intensity I’d never before experienced, the force of my
orgasm seemingly emanating from the tip of my toes to the crown of my
skull before concentrating in my throbbing cock and spewing forth from
my engorged cockhead into Annie’s tight bowels.

Annie continued to pump her fingers in to her pussy, faster and harder,
as I again rammed in to her ass, and again, with every wave of my
overwhelming orgasm, depositing thick loads of cum deep in her anal
hole.

Then she came as well, her ass tightening like a vice around my orgasmic
shaft, her body trembling against mine as she moaned and jerked in the
throes of her orgasm. She shuddered and thrust her fingers in to her
pulsating cunt as her ass milked the last of my jism from my aching
fuckmeat.

I could no longer hold myself up and staggered backwards, my cock
retreating from Annie’s mauled ass, trailing strands of cum. I sat down
on the edge of the bath, my chest heaving with heavy breaths, as Annie
turned and leaned back against the bathroom wall.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed, running a hand through her soaked long red hair. I chuckled and nodded assent.

Then the bathroom door opened and Eddy stood there, staring at us with shock in his eyes. 

ecchimaids: does this please you? “WARNING: story…

ecchimaids:

does this please you?

“WARNING: story mentions bruises and rough sex”

“Good morning master.” You giggle as you look up at him, your master slowly waking up, his cock within your grasp. You lean down and slowly lick up along his shaft, making him groan softly as he lets his head fall backwards and hit the pillow. You take the head of his cock into your mouth and gently suck as you slide your lips along him. Mornings always the same, lay out your masters clothes before you wake him with your mouth, followed by preparing breakfast and making sure anything he needs for the day is ready for him. By the time he is ready to leave your holes have normally been used twice, leaving you filled with your masters hot cum, and a smile on his face. Knowing that the evening routine involves a lot more rougher sex, and bruises that you wear with honor for your master.

Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part I (remastered)

A young woman gets
more action than she can handle when she starts turning tricks on the high seas.

(Remastered version of
the original Part I in the series, for increased “smuttiness” on Crystal’s part.
Hope you like it…)

My friend, Myra, and I stood
silently next to each other at the railing, admiring the magnificent amber sky
as the sun slowly sank into the calm waters of the Atlantic behind the ship. The
El Portal had left the dock in Miami several hours earlier and was now well out
into open sea, heading toward the Bahamas on its overnight “cruise to nowhere.”
As the warm ocean breeze gently wafted through my hair, I held onto the railing
firmly with both hands, hoping to prolong my fleeting moment of tranquil
contemplation.

“The casino really gets going at
like nine o’clock. We should go get dressed,” Myra said, turning her head to
face me with a tentative smile.

“Are you sure everything is set
with Hector?” I asked, the butterflies beginning to dance in my stomach.

“God Crystal! Yes!… Like I told
you: Hector will take care of everything. All you need to do is look sexy and… you
know… keep things ‘on the DL’. Okay?” she said.

“You really made over a thousand in
one night last time?” I whispered, feeling the need to reaffirm my decision to
join my best friend on this little excursion of hers.

“Yep. You’ll see. The money is
insane… If you don’t mind the work, that is,” she said with a wink.

“Come on. Let’s go get ready,” she
said, taking my hand in hers.

I hesitantly released my comforting
grip on the railing and followed her across the deck, toward the stairs leading
to the lower decks.

———-

Our flats made a loud clanking
noise as we both descended down the narrow metal staircase to the El Portal’s bottom
level. As we walked along the dimly lit passageway toward our adjoining cabins,
I noticed how the ship was showing its age, with its well-worn carpeting and dingy
chrome handrails bolted to the walls.

As I unzipped the overnight bag I
had dropped off after coming aboard, I did a closer inspection of my cramped cabin’s
amenities, with its single bed, built-in to the bulkhead, and a tiny bathroom the
size of a small walk-in closet.

“What
luxury,”
I thought to myself sarcastically.

Hearing a knock on the door between
the two cabins, I opened it to see Myra smiling back at me.

“Pretty cozy, ay?” Myra asked,
before we both burst out laughing.

Except for the small porthole above
her bed, her cabin was a mirror image of mine.

———-

Leaving the pass-through door open between
our cabins, we chatted to each other through the wall as we both got ready for
the evening…

“So, remember: My name is ‘Jasmine’
tonight… What’s yours?” Myra asked.

“Oh… I don’t know, how about, um…
Tiffany”? I said, as I sat down on the edge of my bed and removed my flats.

“Ha! Perfect… Now just remember ‘Tiffany’: If the dude blows his load
quickly, you can go make more money,” she said.

“Ew! My!… Shut up!” I shrieked,
blushing as I tried not to think about what lewd tricks Hector had in store for
us later that evening.

I stood up and dropped the shoulder
straps of my blue-and-white striped sundress, slipping it down my body to the
floor before stepping out of it.

“I’m just sayin’… If you want to
make more money,” Myra’s said through the wall.

“Hey. Did you shave? Guys like us
smooth… like little girls. They’re such pervs, you know what I mean?” Myra asked.

“Yes… I did it last night. Would
you please just stop talking?” I asked, growing self-conscious as I reached
behind my back to undo the clasp of my white cotton bra.

Stepping out of my white cotton
panty, I quickly checked my pussy for any pubes my razor might have missed… but,
to my relief, I was perfectly smooth and hairless down there.

As Myra continued unnerving me with
her bawdy small talk, I laid out my attire for the evening on the bed: A bright-red
one-shoulder sequin cocktail dress; a matching bra and thong panty set, made of
sexy see-through black lace with red trim; and black leather slingback pumps.

“Hey… Hurry up. We really gotta
go,” Myra said anxiously.

“Okay. I’m almost ready,” I said, quickly
stepping into my cabin’s tiny bathroom to apply ruby-red glimmer lipstick to my
pursed lips.

“I
guess all I’ve got left are my good looks,”
I thought to myself, staring
wistfully at my own reflection in the small, slightly corroded mirror on the
wall above the bathroom’s small stainless steel sink.

“You look amazing girlfriend,” Myra
said, stepping through the open doorway into my cabin.

“Wow! You too!” I said, amazed by
my best friend’s slutty transformation.

I had always admired how Myra
dressed – like she didn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thought of her.
She was wearing a stretchy black spaghetti strap cocktail dress that looked
like it had been spray painted onto her voluptuous body. The dress was so
skimpy, it was barely long enough to cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. A few
tantalizing inches of bare skin were exposed between the hem of her dress and
her thigh-high black fishnet stockings. Black open toe stiletto high-heels
completed her streetwalker inspired look.

“So, do you really think this dress
looks good on me? I got it at the mall for like forty-five bucks after all the
mark downs,” I asked, turning around to give her a peek at how sweet the red
sequin dress made my hot little booty look.

“Oh my God… Yes! I’d totally fuck
you myself. Seriously!” she said, playfully pinching both of my ass cheeks at
once.

“OW! Hey!… No money, no touchy,” I
said as we both laughed.

Myra was a cute and sexy little
number but in such a different way than me. I was tall, with a “stick figure”
like thin body, fragile facial features, and long wavy black hair. When I was a blossoming
young woman, boys would always ask me if I was a model or something but I
assumed that was just because they were trying to get into my pants… and they totally
were, of course.

Myra, on the other hand, was more
exotic looking than me. She had curves in the all the right places, big breasts,
and a little “junk in her trunk” that she loved showing off in tight fitting
clothes. Her brown pixie cut hairdo with blonde highlights was the perfect
“edge” to match her outgoing and sassy demeanor.

She was such a flirty little troublemaker, always pushing me out of my comfort zone and me always trying to reel
her back in from the brink of disaster. In an odd way, I guess our opposite
personalities were exactly what made us such good friends.  

———-

It was a little after nine o’clock
as Myra and I stepped out our cabin doors, into the grimy passageway. I quickly
peeked back inside my cabin, making sure it was neat and tidy, before closing
it behind me.

Up on deck, Myra and I both looked incredibly
sexy as we entered the casino in our skimpy cocktail dresses. Despite the early
hour, the place was already jam packed with smartly dressed gamblers, standing
and sitting at the craps, roulette, blackjack, and poker tables. Multiple heads
turned to check us out as we sashayed in between
a row of obnoxiously blinking, whirring and clanging slot machines, on our way to the bar area in back.

Hector was standing behind
the bar when Myra caught his eye. He immediately motioned his head to the side,
darting his eyes in the direction of the shiny chrome rails at the waitress
station.

“You two are late,” Hector said, looking
agitated as he leaned over the bar toward her.

As Myra and Hector spoke privately
into each other’s ears at the crowded bar, my mind drifted back to when Hector and
I had first met, less than a week earlier…

———-

“Just meet him. If you need some
cash, he can totally hook you up,” Myra said, as we both killed time, restocking a shelf of skin care products at the cosmetics store in the
shopping mall where we both worked.

“I don’t my My,” I said, trying not to let on how strapped for cash I was.

“Come on… I can drive you over there after work,” Myra said, encouraging me to meet this guy that had been helping her
earn some extra cash on the side lately.

After we arrived at Hector’s apartment,
in a posh “glass tower” high-rise on Miami Beach, I gazed out the
floor-to-ceiling windows at the breathtaking ocean view.

“How
the hell can a bartender on a cruise ship afford a place like this?”
I
thought to myself, noticing his expensive-looking modern furniture and the huge
flat screen television on the wall above the marble fireplace.

Hector was a tall and attractive
guy of Cuban descent, in his early thirties, with dark Latino skin, a neatly
groomed goatee, crew cut hair, and stocky but fit body.

“Come back in an hour. I need to
discuss business with Crystal here,” Hector said to Myra in his enchanting Spanish
accent.

“Oh… Um… Can’t I just hang out on
the balcony or something?” she asked.

“It’s okay My… I’ll text you,” I
said.

Myra opened her mouth about to
speak but… Before she could say another word, Hector leaned his hand against
the door as if stretching, closing it right in her face. We stood there for a
few seconds of awkward silence, as he scratched his goatee in thought, slowly glancing
up and down at my hot little body as he checked me out. I felt so nervous… so
vulnerable.

“So Crystal… Myra says you want to
earn some cash quick. Yes?” Hector asked.

He placed the palm of his hand on
the small of my back and escorted me into his specious living room.

“Yeah, I could really use some
extra cash. Rent and all… You know?” I said anxiously.

“There’s
the understatement of the century,”
I thought to myself, as I sat down on his
amazingly soft long white leather sofa.

Over the last several months, I had
been clocking in less then thirty hours a week. I was two months behind on my rent
and both my credit cards were maxed out. Although I was barely making ends meet,
I was desperately trying to avoid asking my judgmental parents for more money
again.

“Sure. I can help you with that…
but you’re going to have to trust me,” he said, as he sat down next to me on
the sofa, so close our thighs touched.

“Can you do that for Hector?” he asked,
turning to look deeply into my big gray-green eyes as he rested his arm across
my shoulders and placed his other hand suggestively on my knee.

I nodded shyly, my heart beginning
to pound anxiously in my chest as I felt his hand gently glide up the skin of my
thigh, to the bottom of the skimpy faux-leather black mini-skirt I was wearing.

“You look young. How old are you,
like eighteen, nineteen?” he asked.

“No. I just turned twenty-four last
month,” I said.

“Oh. I see. Well, you know… the guys
pay more for younger girls. You look nineteen to me,” he said, winking as he
gently caressed the inside of my thigh with the tips of his fingers, just under
the hem of my mini-skirt.

“You look really nice today… You
always dress like this Babe?” he asked, leaning in to smell my neck as he
inched his fingers further up under my mini-skirt, in-between my silky thighs.

“N-no,” I whispered with a dry
mouth, feeling his warm breath on the base of my neck as I reached between my
legs, blocking his fingers from intruding any further up my skirt.

“Oh… So, you dressed all sexy like
this just for Hector?” he asked, planting several gentle kisses on my long soft
neck.

My body trembling, I turned my head
away toward the door. I was so nervous and unsure of how to act.

“Yeah… M-Myra said you’d… um… like
that,” I said, my voice quivering as I reached my hand up to cover my neck from
his seductive lips.

As I tried in vein to control
Hector’s groping hands, he reached up to my chest, placing his hand on my stretchy
white ruffled strapless crop top.

“Ah, Yes… Myra is a very smart girl.
She knows what Hector likes,” he whispered in my ear, gently squeezing my pert
breast in his hand as his thumb stroked my nipple over the fabric of my crop top.

I instinctively reached up, pushing
his hand down from my chest as my eyes began to well up with tears.

“You’ve gotta relax now girl,” he said
in frustration.

“You’re gonna have to show me
you’re down with the program here… or this ain’t gonna work out,” he said
sternly.

“Sorry. I’m… I’m just a little
nervous,” I said, my stomach growing queasy as chills of anxiety coursed uncomfortably
down my spine.

“You want me to help you make some
money or don’t you?” he asked.

“Yeah… I do. I really do,” I said,
sniffling as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Don’t be nervous Babe… Hector’s
gonna treat you right. Okay?” he said, placing the tips of his fingers gently
under my chin as he stared comfortingly into my watery eyes.

“Yeah… Okay,” I said, feigning a smile
as another anxious tear rolled down my cheek.

“Good girl,” he whispered, leaning in
to kiss me passionately on the lips as he cupped his big strong hands under my
jaw.

“Now… Stand up for me,” he said.

I just stared back at him blankly.

“Come on. Stand up. Right here in
front of me,” he said, pointing down to the funky grey shag rug in front of the
sofa.

I tentatively stood up and stepped in
front of him… my stomach churning with apprehension.

“Okay, now take that shit off,” he said,
waving his hand at me as I stared at him in startled surprise.

“Go on. Take your fucking clothes
off,” he said, leaning over to untie his bright red-and-white high-top sneakers.

I stood there, holding my hands
awkwardly at my sides, heart racing with anxious indecision as my bloodshot
eyes welled up with more tears.

“Look… You want to be one of my
bitches or don’t you? If you ain’t into this, just leave… I ain’t got time for
this shit,” he said bluntly.

I was so nervous. I thought I might
literally puke on Hector right there. I wanted to run screaming out of his
apartment… but I didn’t. This was my moment of truth. Desperate for cash, I
disregarded my better instincts, resolving to stay and do whatever he wanted me
to.

“NO! P-please! I’ll do it. I… I want
to stay,” I said.

Inhaling deeply to steady my nerves,
I reached around my back with trembling hands and unzipped my black
faux-leather mini-skirt in surrender.

“That’s it Babe… Let me see what a fine
body you got going on under there,” he said.

As I wriggled my mini-skirt over my
hips, revealing the sexy white G-string thong I had on underneath, he pulled off
his form-fitting white tee shirt inside out over his head. He was definitely
buff, with a smoothly shaved and muscular chest and six-pack set of abs.

“Keep those shoes on now. Will you
do that for Hector?” he said, staring down longingly at my black leather open
toe platform sandals.

I nodded timidly, sniffling as more
tears rolled down my face.

His disposition beginning to
improve, Hector unbuttoned and unzipped his black denim jeans, watching with
eager anticipation as I slipped my mini-skirt down my long legs and stepped out
of it.

The whole situation felt so wrong
to me but I suppressed my fears, lifting my white crop top up and over my head
to expose my pert breasts. The tears wouldn’t stop coming as I stared down
demurely at my milk-white b-cup sized breasts, with their small light pink
nipples. Spending too much of my free time in skimpy bikinis – on the sunny
beaches around Miami – had left a noticeable tan line around my tits,
accentuating the rest of my body’s luminous and bronzed young skin.

Hector played things cool, stretching
out his arms across the back of his white leather sofa with his jeans undone. I
could clearly see his massive boner straining to be let free under the surface
of his white boxer briefs.

“Damn! You’re one fine looking woman,”
he said, gazing longingly up and down at my hot body as I stood before him, in
just my white G-string thong panty.

“Stop with the crying and shit now.
Hector’s gonna treat you nice. I promise,” he said.

”Listen: You and me are gonna make
some good money together… That’s what you want. Right Babe?” he asked.

I nodded, feigning another smile as
I gently patted the tears away from my cheeks with the backs of my hands, to
avoid smearing my makeup.

“Good… Now lose those,” he said,
motioning his jaw in the direction of my white thong panty as he lifted his
butt off of the sofa to wriggle out of his jeans and white boxer briefs.

My eyes were immediately drawn to
the huge erection poking up from Hector’s lap. Oh my God! He was so-o-o well
hung. He had the kind of long thick cock I had only ever seen on the hunky men in
cheesy porno flicks. It was definitely the biggest cock I’d ever been that close
to… and it was a total turn on.

My nausea quickly began to recede
as a warm twinge of sexual arousal unexpectedly pulsed through my groin. My pussy
was already getting moist as I looped my thumbs through each of my thong’s G-strings.
As Hector watched with bated breath, I stretched the thong out on both sides of
my hips and teasingly slid it down my long slender and tanned legs.

Hector was slowly stroking his long
stiff cock in aroused anticipation as I stood there in front of him completely
naked… except for my platform sandals, just as he had asked.

“Shit girl! You are like crazy sexy.
You know that, right?” he asked, as he eyed the perfectly groomed little
landing strip of black pubic hair above my smooth slit.

After removing a large barrette
from the back of my head, I teased my fingers through my long wavy black hair,
batting my eyes demurely as it fell around my shoulders.

Sitting naked on the white leather
sofa, Hector leaned forward and gently grasped each of my hands in his, coaxing
me to kneel down on the shag rug in front of him. My clit tingled with erotic excitement
as I noticed how smooth and clean-shaven his junk was. God! His cock looked even
bigger up close.

“You wanna make Hector feel good
Babe?” he asked, gently brushed the bangs of my wavy hair away from my face.

“Yeah,” I answered, nodding timidly
as I staring up into his dark and enchanting eyes.

Combing his fingers through my
hair, he reached his hand around the back of my neck and nudged my head forward.
My pussy glistened with liquid desire as I extended my tongue, flicking it on the tip of his enormous
erection. I could taste the salty pre-cum beginning to ooze out of him as I swirled my tongue teasingly
around the rim.

“Mmmm… That’s it,” he whispered,
watching with excited arousal as he pressed his fingers more firmly on the back
of my neck, encouraging me to give him head.

“Fuck!
His cock is huge,”
I thought to myself, staring up seductively into Hector’s mesmerizing eyes as his erect cock filled my succulent mouth.

I opened wide, my bulbous red lips
sliding up and down his long thick shaft as he began pumping his hips in
aroused pleasure.

Getting into giving my new pimp
a blowjob, I wrapped the fingers of both my hands around the base of his huge
slippery-wet cock, rubbing them up and down in unison with my bobbing head.

“Mmmm… Sh-i-i-t,” he uttered,
clinching his teeth in erotic pleasure as he leaned his head back against the
sofa.

“Mmmm…” I moaned over his cock, as the
tender lips of my pussy swelled with lustful desire.

The sound of my mouth slurping up
and down over his big thick cock was making me so incredibly horny… but my jaw
muscles were already starting to ache. When I tried to pull my head back to
take a break, Hector clinched my hair tightly in his fist.

“No, no… Keep sucking BITCH!” he
said crassly, forcing my head down with his fistful of hair.

“Arghl!” I groaned, bucking my head
as his massive cock inched down the back of my throat.

“Mmmm… Y-e-e-a-h!” he moaned, forcing my head down.

As my lips came to rest on the hairless
base of his erect cock, my
tongue pressed up against his ballsack.

“AHGHL!” I groaned loudly, pushing
the palms of my hands against his knees in distress as I desperately tried to
control my gag reflex. FUCK! I was so close to puking on his cock.

“A-H-H-H!” he uttered in erotic delight, releasing his grip not a moment too soon.

I immediately jerked my head back,
retching and gasping for breath as drool dripped off of my chin, down to the
rug in a long silky string. Still coughing and barely able to catch my breath,
I still had an indescribable urge to pleasure him orally. Like a cock-hungry
slut, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, eagerly begging for more.

“No, no… Come up here now chica,”
Hector said, gently grasping my upper arms as he helped me to crawl up onto his
lap.

As I straddled his legs on my knees, he licked the tips of his fingers suggestively and reached for my crotch.

“You all wet for Hector?” he asked, gently stroking my pussy’s tender lips with his fingers. I was so-o-o fucking horny.

“Mmmm,” I groaned, my whole body tensing up with burning sexual desire as he wiggled his middle finger up into my tight little pussy and expertly flicked my bulging clit with his thumb.

“You… You have protection… Right?”
I whispered meekly, losing all self control. I wanted to get fucked by him so bad.

“Fuck that shit,” he said, pressing
my hips down forcefully with both hands as I reached between my thighs, guiding
his big rock-hard cock into my soaking wet pussy.

“Ohhh… Mmmm,” I moaned in
excitement as Hector finally entered me.

“S-h-i-i-t!” he moaned, reaching around
with both hands to clinch my exquisitely firm butt cheeks tightly in his fists.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders
and began grinding my hips, riding his long stiff cock in unrestrained sexual
pleasure. God! His cock felt awesome inside me, as it spreading my tight little
slit wide.

“Come on… Harder… Fuck me harder,” he
yelled, delivering a slap to my ass cheek with his open hand… quickly followed
by a second, more powerful, stinging slap.

“OW!” I yelled, bouncing my hips
wildly up and down on his lap in aroused pleasure, building up a sweat as I worked
his cock hard.

“That’s it… Fuck Hector good!” he
said, groping my tits with both hands as he leaned his head forward to suck my nipple, then switched to the other one.

“O-o-o-h!… Mmmm…” I moaned, arching my back in erotic
ecstasy as his tongue teasingly flicked my erect nipples.

I held his head to my chest, passionately rubbing my fingers across his closely cropped head
of hair as he sucked my tits.

“Yeah! Work it!… Work it!” Hector
yelled, bucking his hips under me as he reached around and began swirling his
index finger firmly against my tender little light-brown anus.

“Yeah!… Yeah!” I whimpered,
riding his massive cock in sensuous delight as I felt his finger squirm up into
my tight little butthole.

My hot sweaty body bounced wildly up
and down on his lap as my tight wet pussy worked his hot stiff cock. I
passionately tongue kissed him, feeling a climax building up inside of me as his
magic finger wiggled its way exquisitely deeper into my asshole.

“Here, lie down,” Hector said, panting
from sexual exertion as he picked me up by the small of my back with both hands
and pivoted our bodies sideways.

As I wrapped my legs around the
back of his thighs and held on, he laid me down against the slippery white
leather sofa, propping himself up with his outstretched arms on either side of
my naked body.

“OH!… OH!… OH!…” I moaned in
erogenous pleasure, as Hector began thrusting his hips in and out, pounding his
stiff cock into my soaking-wet hole.

“You… like that… bitch,” he
grunted, lifting my ankles onto his shoulders and ramming his big thick cock
deep into his newest bitch’s sweet little cunt, like he owned it.

“O-o-o-h… Y… Yes!” I moaned in extreme
erotic pleasure, placing my hands behind my knees to pull my thighs into my chest.

Hector extended his legs straight
out on the sofa and began to pile drive my aching pussy with his big stiff cock.

“Give it to me… Yes!… Yes!… YES!” I yelled, as the sound of his pelvis slapping against my firm ass cheeks
echoed inside his apartment.

My thigh muscles began to tense up with
erotic anticipation, as sensuous waves of erogenous pleasure began to radiate from
deep within me.

“MMMM!… TAKE IT!… BITCH!”
he yelled, on the edge of climax as the head of his big stiff cock plunged in
and out of my hot cunt.

“A-H-H-H!” Hector moaned in sexual
release as his massive cock erupted in streams of hot cum deep inside of me.

“YES!… YES!.. FUCK ME!…
YES!” I screamed, bucking my hips to the rhythm of his thrusts as a
massive orgasm began to ripple through my groin.

“MMMM!… MMMM!…” I moaned loudly,
reaching my hands around the back of his neck and hugging him tightly in erotic
embrace. My whole body shuddered in waves of orgasmic pleasure as his long thick
cock continued to pound my quivering pussy.

Gasping for breath in carnal ecstasy, I tensed my pussy to milking the last few lustful spurts of cum from
the head of his pulsating cock. As he laid his naked sweaty body on top of
me, I basked in the last pleasurable waves of my fading orgasm, unwrapping my legs
from around the back of his muscular thighs.

I smiled up at him, out of breath and in complete sexual satisfaction.
As his erection faded, I could feel his cum dribble out of my pussy and
down the crack of my butt crack, to mix with the pool of pussy juice now
covering the white leather sofa under my ass.

“You’re a good fuck Crystal. You’re going to do well,” he said, panting as he tenderly wiped the hair away from my sweaty face before rolling off of me.

———-

It was just after sunset as I stood
outside on the curb in front of Hector’s high-rise apartment building, waiting
for Myra to arrive. I was still aglow from my first completely erotic sexual
encounter with my new pimp.

“I
wonder if Myra’s first time with Hector was that amazing,”
I thought to myself,
feeling an unexpected twinge of jealousy toward my friend.

A few minutes later, Myra pulled to
the curb in her beat up old Honda civic hatchback and I jumped into the
passenger seat.

“So… How’d it go?” Myra asked
excitedly, as she pulled out of the driveway of the apartment complex and into
traffic.

“Good. He wants us to come with him
Friday night… but we would have to take off work on Saturday,” I said, still a
bit unsure if this was all such a good idea.

“Yeah. I know…. He texted me right
after you did. I knew he would like you,” Myra said, smiling in satisfaction as
she merged onto I-195, heading back to the mainland from Miami Beach.

“So… Did you two fuck?” Myra asked
bluntly.

“What? My!… Seriously!” I said,
blushing with embarrassment.

“You two totally did it. I can tell…
He’s unbelievable in bed, isn’t he?” Myra asked, continuing to probe.

I just smiled coyly as I stared out
the passenger window at the dark still waters of Biscayne Bay.

“Oh, come on!… You’re not going to
tell me anything?” Myra said incredulously.

“Well… He’s definitely a hunk…
and I… um… I like how he takes charge. No bullshit, like with other guys. You
know?” I said, getting aroused again just thinking about Hector’s muscular
physique and the massive orgasm his huge cock had given me.

“Yeah… I know,” she said, like she
knew exactly what I was thinking.

(keep reading at Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part II” or read the original “Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part I” and compare)

Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part I (remastered)

A young woman gets
more action than she can handle when she starts turning tricks on the high seas.

(Remastered version of
the original Part I in the series, for increased “smuttiness” on Crystal’s part.
Hope you like it…)

My friend, Myra, and I stood
silently next to each other at the railing, admiring the magnificent amber sky
as the sun slowly sank into the calm waters of the Atlantic behind the ship. The
El Portal had left the dock in Miami several hours earlier and was now well out
into open sea, heading toward the Bahamas on its overnight “cruise to nowhere.”
As the warm ocean breeze gently wafted through my hair, I held onto the railing
firmly with both hands, hoping to prolong my fleeting moment of tranquil
contemplation.

“The casino really gets going at
like nine o’clock. We should go get dressed,” Myra said, turning her head to
face me with a tentative smile.

“Are you sure everything is set
with Hector?” I asked, the butterflies beginning to dance in my stomach.

“God Crystal! Yes!… Like I told
you: Hector will take care of everything. All you need to do is look sexy and… you
know… keep things ‘on the DL’. Okay?” she said.

“You really made over a thousand in
one night last time?” I whispered, feeling the need to reaffirm my decision to
join my best friend on this little excursion of hers.

“Yep. You’ll see. The money is
insane… If you don’t mind the work, that is,” she said with a wink.

“Come on. Let’s go get ready,” she
said, taking my hand in hers.

I hesitantly released my comforting
grip on the railing and followed her across the deck, toward the stairs leading
to the lower decks.

———-

Our flats made a loud clanking
noise as we both descended down the narrow metal staircase to the El Portal’s bottom
level. As we walked along the dimly lit passageway toward our adjoining cabins,
I noticed how the ship was showing its age, with its well-worn carpeting and dingy
chrome handrails bolted to the walls.

As I unzipped the overnight bag I
had dropped off after coming aboard, I did a closer inspection of my cramped cabin’s
amenities, with its single bed, built-in to the bulkhead, and a tiny bathroom the
size of a small walk-in closet.

“What
luxury,”
I thought to myself sarcastically.

Hearing a knock on the door between
the two cabins, I opened it to see Myra smiling back at me.

“Pretty cozy, ay?” Myra asked,
before we both burst out laughing.

Except for the small porthole above
her bed, her cabin was a mirror image of mine.

———-

Leaving the pass-through door open between
our cabins, we chatted to each other through the wall as we both got ready for
the evening…

“So, remember: My name is ‘Jasmine’
tonight… What’s yours?” Myra asked.

“Oh… I don’t know, how about, um…
Tiffany”? I said, as I sat down on the edge of my bed and removed my flats.

“Ha! Perfect… Now just remember ‘Tiffany’: If the dude blows his load
quickly, you can go make more money,” she said.

“Ew! My!… Shut up!” I shrieked,
blushing as I tried not to think about what lewd tricks Hector had in store for
us later that evening.

I stood up and dropped the shoulder
straps of my blue-and-white striped sundress, slipping it down my body to the
floor before stepping out of it.

“I’m just sayin’… If you want to
make more money,” Myra’s said through the wall.

“Hey. Did you shave? Guys like us
smooth… like little girls. They’re such pervs, you know what I mean?” Myra asked.

“Yes… I did it last night. Would
you please just stop talking?” I asked, growing self-conscious as I reached
behind my back to undo the clasp of my white cotton bra.

Stepping out of my white cotton
panty, I quickly checked my pussy for any pubes my razor might have missed… but,
to my relief, I was perfectly smooth and hairless down there.

As Myra continued unnerving me with
her bawdy small talk, I laid out my attire for the evening on the bed: A bright-red
one-shoulder sequin cocktail dress; a matching bra and thong panty set, made of
sexy see-through black lace with red trim; and black leather slingback pumps.

“Hey… Hurry up. We really gotta
go,” Myra said anxiously.

“Okay. I’m almost ready,” I said, quickly
stepping into my cabin’s tiny bathroom to apply ruby-red glimmer lipstick to my
pursed lips.

“I
guess all I’ve got left are my good looks,”
I thought to myself, staring
wistfully at my own reflection in the small, slightly corroded mirror on the
wall above the bathroom’s small stainless steel sink.

“You look amazing girlfriend,” Myra
said, stepping through the open doorway into my cabin.

“Wow! You too!” I said, amazed by
my best friend’s slutty transformation.

I had always admired how Myra
dressed – like she didn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thought of her.
She was wearing a stretchy black spaghetti strap cocktail dress that looked
like it had been spray painted onto her voluptuous body. The dress was so
skimpy, it was barely long enough to cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. A few
tantalizing inches of bare skin were exposed between the hem of her dress and
her thigh-high black fishnet stockings. Black open toe stiletto high-heels
completed her streetwalker inspired look.

“So, do you really think this dress
looks good on me? I got it at the mall for like forty-five bucks after all the
mark downs,” I asked, turning around to give her a peek at how sweet the red
sequin dress made my hot little booty look.

“Oh my God… Yes! I’d totally fuck
you myself. Seriously!” she said, playfully pinching both of my ass cheeks at
once.

“OW! Hey!… No money, no touchy,” I
said as we both laughed.

Myra was a cute and sexy little
number but in such a different way than me. I was tall, with a “stick figure”
like thin body, fragile facial features, and long wavy black hair. When I was a blossoming
young woman, boys would always ask me if I was a model or something but I
assumed that was just because they were trying to get into my pants… and they totally
were, of course.

Myra, on the other hand, was more
exotic looking than me. She had curves in the all the right places, big breasts,
and a little “junk in her trunk” that she loved showing off in tight fitting
clothes. Her brown pixie cut hairdo with blonde highlights was the perfect
“edge” to match her outgoing and sassy demeanor.

She was such a flirty little troublemaker, always pushing me out of my comfort zone and me always trying to reel
her back in from the brink of disaster. In an odd way, I guess our opposite
personalities were exactly what made us such good friends.  

———-

It was a little after nine o’clock
as Myra and I stepped out our cabin doors, into the grimy passageway. I quickly
peeked back inside my cabin, making sure it was neat and tidy, before closing
it behind me.

Up on deck, Myra and I both looked incredibly
sexy as we entered the casino in our skimpy cocktail dresses. Despite the early
hour, the place was already jam packed with smartly dressed gamblers, standing
and sitting at the craps, roulette, blackjack, and poker tables. Multiple heads
turned to check us out as we sashayed our way to the bar area in back, in between
a row of obnoxiously blinking, whirring and clanging slot machines.

Hector was standing impatiently behind
the bar when Myra caught his eye. He immediately motioned his head to the side,
darting his eyes in the direction of the shiny chrome rails at the waitress
station.

“You’re late,” Hector said, looking
agitated as he leaned over the bar toward her.

As Myra and Hector spoke privately
into each other’s ears at the crowded bar, I remembered back to when Hector and
I had first met, less than a week earlier…

———-

“Just meet him. If you need some
cash, he can totally hook you up. I can drive you over there after work if you
want,” Myra said, encouraging me to meet the “friend” that had been helping her
earn some extra cash on the side lately.

After we arrived at Hector’s apartment,
in a posh “glass tower” high-rise on Miami Beach, I gazed out the
floor-to-ceiling windows at the breathtaking ocean view.

“How
the hell can a bartender on a cruise ship afford a place like this?”
I
thought to myself, noticing his expensive-looking modern furniture and the huge
flat screen television on the wall above the marble fireplace.

Hector was a tall and attractive
guy of Cuban descent, in his early thirties, with dark Latino skin, a neatly
groomed goatee, crew cut hair, and stocky but fit body.

“Come back in an hour. I need to
discuss business with Crystal here,” Hector said to Myra in his enchanting Spanish
accent.

“Oh… Um… Can’t I just hang out on
the balcony or something?” she asked.

“It’s okay My… I’ll text you,” I
said.

Myra opened her mouth about to
speak but… Before she could say another word, Hector leaned his hand against
the door as if stretching, closing it right in her face. We stood there for a
few seconds of awkward silence, as he scratched his goatee in thought, slowly glancing
up and down at my hot little body as he checked me out. I felt so nervous… so
vulnerable.

“So Crystal… Myra says you want to
earn some cash quick. Yes?” Hector asked.

He placed the palm of his hand on
the small of my back and escorted me into his specious living room.

“Yeah, I could really use some
extra cash. Rent and all… You know?” I said anxiously.

“There’s
the understatement of the century,”
I thought to myself, as I sat down on his
amazingly soft long white leather sofa.

Over the last several months, I had
been clocking in less then thirty hours a week, at the cosmetics store in the
shopping mall where Myra and I both worked. I was two months behind on my rent
and both my credit cards were maxed out. Although I was barely making ends meet,
I was desperately trying to avoid asking my judgmental parents for more money
again.

“Sure. I can help you with that…
but you’re going to have to trust me,” he said, as he sat down next to me on
the sofa, so close our thighs were touching.

“Can you do that for Hector?” he asked,
turning to look deeply into my big gray-green eyes as he rested his arm across
my shoulders and placed his other hand suggestively on my knee.

I nodded shyly, my heart beginning
to pound anxiously in my chest as I felt his hand gently glide up the skin of my
thigh, to the bottom of the skimpy faux-leather black mini-skirt I was wearing.

“You look young. How old are you,
like eighteen, nineteen?” he asked.

“No. I just turned twenty-four last
month,” I said.

“Oh. I see. Well, you know… the guys
pay more for younger girls. You look nineteen to me,” he said, winking as he
gently caressed the inside of my thigh with the tips of his fingers, just under
the hem of my mini-skirt.

“You look really nice today… You
always dress like this Babe?” he asked, leaning in to smell my neck as he
inched his fingers further up under my mini-skirt, in-between my silky thighs.

“N-no,” I whispered with a dry
mouth, feeling his warm breath on the base of my neck as I reached between my
legs, blocking his fingers from intruding any further up under my skirt.

“Oh… So, you dressed all sexy like
this just for Hector?” he asked, planting several gentle kisses on my long soft
neck.

My body trembling, I turned my head
away, toward the door. I was so nervous and unsure of how to act.

“Yeah… M-Myra said you’d… um… like
that,” I said, my voice quivering as I reached my hand up to cover my neck from
his seductive lips.

As I tried in vein to control
Hector’s groping hands, he reached up to my chest, slipping his hand under my stretchy
white ruffled strapless crop top.

“Ah, Yes… Myra is a very smart girl.
She knows what Hector likes,” he whispered in my ear, gently squeezing my pert
breast in his hand as he stroked the nipple softly with his thumb.

I instinctively reached up, pushing
his hand down from my chest as my eyes began to well up with tears.

“You’ve gotta relax now girl,” he said
in frustration.

“You’re gonna have to show me
you’re down with the program here… or this ain’t gonna work out,” he said
sternly.

“Sorry. I’m… I’m just a little
nervous,” I said, my stomach growing queasy as chills of anxiety coursed uncomfortably
down my spine.

“You want me to help you make some
money or don’t you?” he asked.

“Yeah… I do. I really do,” I said,
sniffling as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Don’t be nervous Babe… Hector’s
gonna treat you right. Okay?” he said, placing the tips of his fingers gently
under my chin as he stared comfortingly into my watery eyes.

“Yeah… Okay,” I said, feigning a smile
as an anxious tear rolled down my cheek.

“Good girl,” he whispered, leaning in
to kiss me passionately on the lips as he cupped his big strong hands under my
jaw.

“Now, stand up for me,” he said.

I just stared back at him blankly.

“Come on. Stand up. Right here in
front of me,” he said, pointing down to the funky grey shag rug in front of the
sofa.

I tentatively stood up and stepped in
front of him… my stomach churning with apprehension.

“Okay, now take that shit off,” he said,
waving his hand at me as I stared at him in startled surprise.

“Go on. Take your fucking clothes
off,” he said, leaning over to untie his bright red and white high-top sneakers.

I stood there, holding my hands
awkwardly at my sides, heart racing with anxious indecision as my bloodshot
eyes welled up with more tears.

“Look… You want to be one of my
bitches or don’t you? If you ain’t into this, just leave… I ain’t got time for
this shit,” he said bluntly.

I was so nervous. I thought I might
literally puke right on Hector right there. I wanted to run screaming out of his
apartment… but I didn’t. This was my moment of truth. Desperate for cash, I
disregarded my better instincts, resolving to stay and do whatever he wanted me
to.

“No! P-please! I’ll do it. I w-want
to stay,” I said.

Inhaling deeply to steady my nerves,
I reached around my back with trembling hands and unzipped my black
faux-leather mini-skirt in surrender.

“That’s it Babe… Let me see what a fine
body you got going on under there,” he said.

As I wriggled my mini-skirt over my
hips, revealing the sexy white G-string thong I had on underneath, he pulled off
his form-fitting white tee shirt inside out over his head. He was definitely
buff, with a smoothly shaved and muscular chest and six-pack abs.

“Keep those shoes on now. Will you
do that for Hector?” he said, staring down longingly at my black leather open
toe platform sandals.

I nodded timidly, sniffling as more
tears rolled down my face.

His disposition beginning to
improve, Hector unbuttoned and unzipped his black denim jeans, watching with
eager anticipation as I slipped my mini-skirt down my long legs and stepped out
of it.

The whole situation felt so wrong
to me but I suppressed my fears, lifting my white crop top up and over my head
to expose my pert breasts. The tears wouldn’t stop coming as I stared down
demurely at my milk-white b-cup sized breasts, with their small light pink
nipples. Spending too much of my free time in skimpy bikinis – on the sunny
beaches around Miami – had left a noticeable tan line around my tits,
accentuating the rest of my body’s luminous and bronzed young skin.

Hector played things cool, stretching
out his arms across the back of his white leather sofa with his jeans undone. I
could clearly see his massive boner straining to be let free under the surface
of his white boxer briefs.

“Damn! You’re one fine looking woman,”
he said, gazing longingly up and down at my hot body as I stood before him in
just my white G-string thong panty and black platform sandals.

“Stop with the crying and shit now.
Hector’s gonna treat you nice. I promise,” he said.

”Listen: You and me are gonna make
some good money together… That’s what you want. Right Babe?” he asked.

I nodded, feigning another smile as
I gently patted the tears away from my cheeks with the backs of my hands, to
avoid smearing my makeup.

“Good… Now lose those,” he said,
motioning his jaw in the direction of my white thong panty as he lifted his
butt off of the sofa to wriggle out of his jeans and white boxer briefs.

My eyes were immediately drawn to
the huge erection poking up from Hector’s lap. Oh my God! He was so-o-o well
hung. He had the kind of long thick cock I had only ever seen on the hunky men in
cheesy porno flicks. It was definitely the biggest cock I’d ever been that close
to… and it was a total turn on.

My nausea quickly began to recede
as a warm twinge of sexual arousal unexpectedly pulsed through my groin. My pussy
was already getting moist as I looped my thumbs through each of my thong’s G-strings.
As Hector watched with bated breath, I stretched the thong out on both sides of
my hips and teasingly slid it down my long slender and tanned legs, before
stepping out of it.

Hector was slowly stroking his long
stiff cock in aroused anticipation as I stood there in front of him completely
naked… except for my platform sandals, just as he had asked.

“Shit girl! You are like crazy sexy.
You know that, right?” he asked, as he eyed the perfectly groomed little
landing strip of black pubic hair above my smooth slit.

After removing a large barrette
from the back of my head, I teased my fingers through my long wavy black hair,
letting some of it fall seductively around my shoulders. I was so fucking
horny.

Sitting naked on the white leather
sofa, Hector leaned forward and gently grasped each of my hands in his, coaxing
me to kneel down on the shag rug in front of him. My clit tingled with erotic excitement
as I noticed how smooth and clean-shaven his junk was. God! His cock looked even
larger up close.

“You wanna make Hector feel good
Babe?” he asked, gently brushed the bangs of my wavy hair away from my face.

“Yeah,” I answered, nodding timidly
as I staring up into his dark and enchanting eyes.

Combing his fingers through my
hair, he reached his hand around the back of my neck and nudged my head forward.
Opening my mouth, I teasingly flicked my extended tongue on the tip of his enormous
erection. My pussy glistened with liquid desire as I swirled my tongue teasingly
around the rim, tasting the salty pre-cum beginning to ooze out of him.

“Mmmm… That’s it,” he whispered,
watching with excited arousal as he pressed his fingers more firmly on the back
of my neck, coaxing me to give him head.

“Fuck!
His cock is huge,”
I thought to myself, staring up seductively into my new
pimp’s mesmerizing eyes as his erect cock filled my succulent mouth.

I opened wide, my bulbous red lips
sliding up and down his long thick shaft as he began pumping his hips in
aroused pleasure.

Getting into giving my new pimp
head, I wrapped the fingers of both my hands around the base of his huge
slippery-wet cock, rubbing them up and down in unison with my bobbing head.

“Mmmm… Sh-i-i-t,” he uttered,
clinching his teeth in erotic pleasure as he leaned his head back against the
sofa.

“Mmmm…” I moaned over his cock, as the
tender lips of my pussy swelled with lustful desire.

The sound of my mouth slurping up
and down over his big thick cock was making me so incredibly horny… but my jaw
muscles were already starting to ache. When I tried to pull my head back to
take a break, Hector clinched my hair tightly in his fist.

“No, no… Keep sucking BITCH!” he
said crassly, forcing my head down with his fistful of hair.

“Arghl!” I groaned, bucking my head
as his massive cock inched down the back of my throat.

“Mmmm… Y-e-e-a-h!” he moaned, my
tongue pressing against his ballsack as my lips came to rest on the hairless
base of his erect cock.

“AHGHL!” I groaned loudly, pushing
the palms of my hands against his knees in distress as I desperately tried to
control my gag reflex. FUCK! I was so close to puking in his lap.

“A-H-H-H!” he uttered in erotic delight,
as he released his grip on my hair, not a moment too soon.

I immediately jerked my head back,
retching and gasping for breath as drool dripped off of my chin, down to the
rug in a long silky string. Still coughing and barely able to catch my breath,
I still had an indescribable urge to pleasure him orally. Like a cock-hungry
slut, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, eagerly begging for more.

“No, no… Come up here now chica,”
Hector said, gently grasping my upper arms as he helped me to crawl up onto his
lap.

As I straddled his naked lap, he licked the tips of his fingers suggestively and reached for my crotch.

“You all wet for Hector?” he asked, gently stroking the lips of my pussy’s tender lips with his fingers. I was so-o-o fucking horny.

“Mmmm,” I groaned, my whole body tensing with burning sexual desire as he wiggled his middle finger up into my tight little pussy and expertly flicked my bulging clit with his thumb.

“You… You have protection… Right?”
I whispered meekly, losing all self control. He wanted to get fucked by him so bad.

“Fuck that shit,” he said, pressing
my hips down forcefully with both hands as I reached between my thighs, guiding
his slippery rock-hard cock into my soaking wet pussy.

“Ohhh… Mmmm,” I moaned in
excitement, as Hector’s big thick cock finally entered me.

“S-h-i-i-t!” he moaned, reaching around
with both hands to clinch my exquisitely firm butt cheeks tightly in his fists.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders
and began grinding my hips, riding his long cock in unrestrained sexual
pleasure. God! His huge stiff cock felt awesome as it spreading my tight little
slit wide.

“Come on… Harder… Fuck me harder,” he
yelled, delivering a slap to my ass cheek with his open hand… quickly followed
by a second, more powerful, stinging slap.

“OW!” I yelled, bouncing my hips
wildly up and down on his lap in aroused pleasure, building up a sweat as I worked
his cock hard.

“That’s it… Fuck Hector good!” he
said, groping my tits with both hands as he leaned his head forward to suck one
of my nipples, then the other one.

“O-o-o-h!… Mmmm…” I moaned in erotic
ecstasy, arching my back and rubbing my fingers across his closely cropped head
of hair as his tongue teasingly flicked my erect nipples. Fuck! How I yearned to
cum all over his big stiff cock.

“Yeah! Work it!… Work it!” Hector
yelled, bucking his hips under me as he reached around and began swirling his
index finger firmly against my tender little light-brown anus.

“Yeah!… Yeah!” I whimpered,
riding his massive cock in sensuous delight as I felt his finger squirm up into
my tight little butthole.

My hot sweaty body bounced wildly up
and down on his lap as my tight wet pussy worked his hot stiff cock. I
passionately tongue kissed him, feeling a climax building up inside of me as his
magic finger exquisitely wiggled its way into my asshole, all of the way down
to the knuckle.

“Here, lie down,” Hector said, panting
from sexual exertion as he picked me up by the small of my back with both hands
and pivoted our bodies sideways.

As I wrapped my legs around the
back of his thighs and held on, he laid me down against the slippery white
leather sofa, propping himself up with his outstretched arms on either side of
my naked body.

“OH!… OH!… OH!…” I moaned in
erogenous pleasure, as Hector began thrusting his hips in and out, pounding his
stiff cock into my soaking-wet tight hole.

“You… like that… bitch,” he
grunted, lifting my ankles onto his shoulders and ramming his big thick cock
deep into his newest bitch’s sweet little cunt, like he owned it.

“O-o-o-h… Y… Yes!” I moaned in extreme
erotic pleasure, placing my hands behind my knees to pull my thighs into my chest.

Hector extended his legs straight
out on the sofa and began to pile drive my aching pussy with his big stiff cock.

“Give it to me… Yes!… Yes!…
Yes!” I yelled, as the sound of his pelvis slapping against my firm ass cheeks
echoed in his apartment.

My thigh muscles began to tense up with
erotic anticipation, as sensuous waves of erogenous pleasure began to radiate from
deep within my pussy.

“MMMM!… MMMM… TAKE IT!… BITCH!”
he yelled, on the edge of climax as the head of his big stiff cock plunged in
and out of my hot cunt.

“A-H-H-H!” Hector moaned in sexual
release as his massive cock erupted in streams of hot cum deep inside of me.

“O-H-H-H!… YES!… YES!.. FUCK ME!…
YES!” I screamed, bucking my hips to the rhythm of Hector’s thrusts, as a
massive orgasm began to ripple through my groin.

“M-M-M-M!… M-M-M-M!” I moaned loudly,
reaching my hands around the back of his neck and hugging him tightly in erotic
embrace. My whole body shuddered in waves of orgasmic pleasure as his long thick
cock continued to pound my quivering pussy.

Gasped for breath in erotic
pleasure, I tensed my pussy, milking the last few lustful spurts of cum from
the head of Hector’s pulsating cock. As he laid his naked sweaty body on top of
me, I basked in the last pleasurable waves of my fading orgasm, unwrapping my legs
from around the back of his muscular thighs.

———-

It was just after sunset as I stood
outside on the curb in front of Hector’s high-rise apartment building, waiting
for Myra to arrive. I was still aglow from my first completely erotic sexual
encounter with my new pimp.

“I
wonder if Myra’s first time with Hector was that amazing,”
I thought to myself,
feeling an unexpected twinge of jealousy toward my friend.

A few minutes later, Myra pulled to
the curb in her beat up old Honda civic hatchback and I jumped into the
passenger seat.

“So… How’d it go?” Myra asked
excitedly, as she pulled out of the driveway of the apartment complex and into
traffic.

“Good. He wants us to come with him
Friday night… but we would have to take off work on Saturday,” I said, still a
bit unsure if this was all such a good idea.

“Yeah. I know…. He texted me right
after you did. I knew he would like you,” Myra said, smiling in satisfaction as
she merged onto I-195, heading back to the mainland from Miami Beach.

“So… Did you two fuck?” Myra asked
bluntly.

“What? My!… Seriously!” I said,
blushing with embarrassment.

“You two totally did it. I can tell…
He’s unbelievable in bed, isn’t he?” Myra asked, continuing to probe.

I just smiled coyly as I stared out
the passenger window at the dark still waters of Biscayne Bay.

“Oh, come on!… You’re not going to
tell me anything?” Myra said incredulously.

“Well… He’s definitely a hunk…
and I… um… I like how he takes charge. No bullshit, like with other guys. You
know?” I said, getting aroused again just thinking about Hector’s muscular
physique and the massive orgasm his huge cock had given me.

“Yeah… I know,” she said, like she
knew exactly what I was thinking.

(keep reading at Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part II” or read the original “Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part I” and compare)

Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part II

A young woman gets
more than she bargained for when she turns tricks on the high seas.

(continued from Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part I)

“Hector says we’re gonna have a
busy night,” Myra said, stepping back from the bar beaming.

“Hey, honey. Are you okay?” she
said, patting my upper arms as she stared into my distant
eyes.

My daydream about how I becoming
Hector’s newest “girl”
quickly faded.

“Oh… Sorry… Yeah, I’m fine,” I
said, as my mind snapped back to reality.

“Okay… You know the deal. Right?”
she asked anxiously.

“Yeah. I think so… Hector will send the guys over to
us. We charge however much we can for half an hour of… um… ‘play time’… and he
takes half of whatever we make,” I said, as Myra nodded at me approvingly.

“So, should we get a drink or
something?” I said, just as two tall young men walked up and stood on either
side of us.

Both of the guys were wearing brightly colored polo shirts and khaki
pants. They looked very young in age, like they might have just passed the
legal drinking age.

“Hi… um… Hector says hello,” the one wearing a hot pink polo shirt said, as he wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

“Oh, hi,” I said, scratching the
side of my neck with my fingernails timidly.

“So… Ah… Can we go, you know… talk somewhere
that’s more private?” he asked, motioning his head toward the lobby outside the
entrance of the casino.

After discreetly settling on a
price, the guy and I descended below deck. As I led him down the grimy
passageway toward my cabin, a mixture of excitement and apprehensiveness began
to churn inside my stomach.

“Fucking
a stranger for money? Are you really going through with this Crystal?”
I
asked myself, nervously fishing my room key out of my purse.

As I unlocked my cabin door, my John stood next to me, staring
back down the passageway at two people approaching us. It was Myra and his
friend. They stopped at her cabin door, right
next to us.

Myra was giggling and slapping away he dude’s groping hands as she
tried to open her cabin door. She glanced over and winked at me, before we both
disappeared into our respective cabins, with our first John’s of the night in
tow.

———-

“So… ‘Crystal’… is that your real
name?” the John asked.

“Shit!
I forgot to tell him my name was ‘Tiffany’. Brilliant. Just brilliant Crystal,”

I thought to myself.

“Yeah… That’s me,” I said, closing the
cabin door behind me.

“Ahem… So… Do you have the cash?” I
asked, noting the time on my smartphone before I placed it on the dresser, built-in
to the wall opposite the bed.

“Oh, sure… Sorry,” the John said, peeling
off five one-hundred dollar bills from a huge wad of cash he had pulled out of
the front pocket of his khakis.

“You can… um… get undressed now, I
guess,” I said hesitantly, as I stuffed the cash into my purse and set it on
the dresser next to my phone.

“Sure. Okay,” the John said,
fumbling to unbuckle his belt as he kicking off his brown leather boat shoes.

As I shyly peeled off my skintight
red sequin cocktail dress, he lowered his khaki pants to the floor, exposing
the powder blue boxers he was wearing underneath.

“Wow… You’re… um… You’re very pretty,” the
John stuttered, eyeing my sexy body as he lifted his hot pink polo shirt over
his head, revealing his buff hairless chest.

“Thanks,” I said, blushing, flattered by his reaction to the site of my sexy see-through black-and-red
lingerie. His erect penis was already pitching a tent in his blue boxers as I
reached around my back to unclip my bra.

“Weird.
The dude seems more nervous than I am,”
I thought to myself, as he dropped
his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them.

“Oh
my. Well, he’s certainly well hung,”
I thought to myself, glancing down in
surprise at his huge erection… suspended in mid-air in front of him.

He appeared to be a bit embarrassed
about standing in front of me, completely naked. I stepped up close to him, sensing
his nervousness as he placed his hands on my hips.

He was a handsome young man, with a
“frat boy” look: Tall and in good physical shape, with broad shoulders and a
charming smile. He was very “clean cut”, with short brown hair and hazel-blue
eyes. 

“I’ll do that. Okay?” I whispered,
brushing his hands away.

I seductively curled my thumbs
around the thin traps of my skimpy black-and-red thong and then pulled it down my
hips. The thong fell down my long legs, coming to rest on the
black leather slingback pumps I was wearing.

“Oh, man,” the John uttered
longingly, staring down wide-eyed at my ample breasts and the smooth lips of my
hairless little pussy. He leaned in to kiss me… his stiff erection poking my
stomach as I coyly turned my head away.

With his hands on the small of my
back, he pulled me close, planting gentle kisses on my neck and the top of my
shoulder. As he slid his hands down to fondle my sweet ass, I could feel his slippery
cock rubbing against my stomach, as pre-cum oozed from the head.

I had to admit to myself that the situation
was getting me super horny. The John’s gentle touch and anxious arousal was a
total turn on. It was as if I was a piece of succulent candy that he had just
purchased and couldn’t wait to ravenously devour me.

“Oh… Wait. Just a minute… Sorry,”
I said, realizing I had forgotten one very important detail. I quickly stepped over
to the little built-in nightstand next to the bed, pulling open the drawer to
retrieve one of the condoms I had stashed there earlier.

“Sorry. Safety first,” I said, fumbling
with the condom’s wrapper.

“No problem. I guess we’re both a
little nervous,” he said, cracking an anxious smile as I got down on my knees in
front of him and wrapped my fingers around his erection.

I could feel his body shivering as
I gently rolled the condom onto his stiff pole, all the way down to the thick
mound of curly-brown pubic hair at the base.

The unmistakable sounds of hot sex
emanating from Myra’s cabin became impossible for us to ignore. We both looked
into each other’s eyes, silently acknowledging that our respective friends were really “getting
busy” next door.

“Just
remember: If the dude blows his load quickly, you can come up and make more
money,”
Myra’s voice echoed in my head.

As the John stared down in eager
anticipation at me kneeling naked before him, I began slowly stroking my fingers
up and down on his long condom-covered cock.

“Mmmm,” he moaned in aroused
delight, shifting his feet to widen his stance. I reached between his thighs, massaging
his big set of hairy balls in the palm of my other hand as I jerked him off.

“You like that?” I asked, clinching
his balls tightly in my grip as I seductively stared up into his innocent looking hazel-blue
eyes.

As he nodded expectantly, I wrapped
my bulbous red lips around the head of his cock, flicking it teasingly with my
tongue as I increased the pace of my hand-job.

“Mmmm… Fuck,” he moaned, placing his
hands behind my head, one on top of the other, coaxing me to take more of his
long stiff cock into my mouth.

I sucked harder, swirling my tongue
along the length of his shaft as I stroked up and down on his cock with both my hands,
in unison with me bobbing head.

“Mmmm… That’s it!” he moaned,
bending his knees slightly as he began to pump his hips in lustful pleasure. I
could sense the climax already building up inside of him.

Letting a complete stranger fuck my
mouth like that was making s-o-o-o incredibly horny. The lips of my
smoothly-shaved pink pussy began to glisten with arousal.

“Oh… Sh-i-i-t… Mmmm,” he moaned, gripping
my long wavy black hair tightly in fists and pulling my head toward him.

“AUGHL!” I gurgled, struggling to
control my gag reflex as his stiff cock probed deeper and deeper into gaping
mouth.

“Come
on big boy… Do it. Blow your load,”
I thought to myself, closing my eyes
tightly in concentration as I tried my best to suck the seed out of him.

“Wait…” he uttered in sexual
ecstasy… but I didn’t stop. I sucked his stiff cock even harder, bobbing my
head faster as I reached around to grab both of his taut butt cheeks in my
hands.

“Ahhh… Shit! Wait now,” he repeated,
pushing my head back, breaking my rhythm as his throbbing condom-covered cock
slid out of my mouth.

“Shit!”
I thought to myself, frustrated at myself for not making him “pop” more quickly.

“Go lie down,” I said, motioning to
the small built in bed as I stood up. As I followed behind him, I couldn’t help
but notice Myra’s cabin had already fallen silent.

“Oh
my God! She’s already done fucking the guy,”
I thought to myself, impressed
with how efficient Myra was at turning her tricks.

The John sat down on the bed, reclining
backwards as I climbed onto the bed on top of him and straddled his hips. He
was so tall, he had to dangle his legs over the edge of the bed at the knees to
fit on the mattress comfortably.

Squatting over his lap on the balls of my feet, I steadied myself with one hand on his stomach, reaching between
my legs to guide his stiff cock toward my glistening-wet, hairless little pussy.

“Ohhh… God!” he moaned in sublime sexual
stimulation, as I lowered my tight little cunt onto his long pole and began
bouncing up and down.

It felt good. Real good. I was surprised
by how totally horny I had become, trying to control my own sexual arousal as I
fucked this guy for his money.

“That
feel good?”
I whispered to him, riding his big cock like a pro as he
reached up with both hands to fondle my pert breasts and pinch my nipples between his fingers.

“Ohhh… Yeah!” he moaned, straining
to hold on as long as he could… but my tight little pussy felt too good. I
could see it in his eyes. He was going to let loose.

“Mmmm…. That’s it… Give it to me…
Give!… it!… to!… me!” I said in my sexiest voice, clinching my pussy to
heighten the sensation as I lustfully bounced up and down on top of his long
stiff cock. My clit was on fire, tingling with sensuous titillation… aching to be touched.

“Ohhh!… Sh-i-i-t!” he moaned in
erotic ecstasy, my ass slapping rhythmically against his lap as his cock
penetrated deeply into my aching pussy. God! He was a good fuck.

“Shit!
If he lasts much longer, I’m… I’m going to cum,”
I thought to myself in
aroused panic. His cock felt s-o-o-o fucking good.

“Mmmm… Fuck me!… FUCK ME!” I
yelled, resting my knees down on the bed as I placed the palms of my hands on
his smooth muscular chest.

I rolled my hips in unison with his thrusts, fucking
him cowgirl style as beads of sweat trickled down my spine and into the crack
of my ass.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. My
passion had been unleashed. Edging closer to climax, I reached one of my hands
down to my crotch to finger my slippery-wet clit. The head of his big cock was
throbbing inside of me, ready to burst. It was driving me absolutely fucking
wild.

“OH!… OH!… MMMM!… MMMM!” he
yelled in euphoric release, his cock finally erupting its load of hot semen inside
of my soaking-wet cunt.

“Mmmm… Y-e-e-a-h!” I yelled in aroused
delight, slamming my pussy into his lap as I feverishly worked my bulging clit
with my fingers.

His cock felt so fucking amazing. I
didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. My pussy began to spasm, as I milked the
last streams of cum out of his throbbing cock.

“OOOH!… Yes!… Yes!… YES!” I
screamed, throwing back my head full of wavy black hair and writhing in erotic
pleasure on his lap, as an intense orgasm rippled in erogenous waves throughout
my entire body.

The John grabbed my undulating hips,
holding on for dear life as I used his big cock like a sex toy.

“Ohhh… Mmmm,” I whimpered,
collapsing on his chest in exhaustion as the last few waves of that glorious –
fireworks exploding, rocket launching, geyser spouting – orgasm lingered in my
groin.

“Ahem…” he said, looking at me with
a confused expression on his face, waiting for me to return to earth.

“Oh, sorry,” I said awkwardly, my
chest heaving as I reached between my sweaty legs to extract his condom-covered
cock from my soaking wet pussy.

As I lifted my leg over his lap, the
John slid out from under me. He stood up next to the bed naked, holding the used
condom full of jizz on his limp cock.

“Here use these,” I said, reaching
over to pull out several tissues from the box next to the bed and then holding
them out to him.

“Um… So, I guess we’re done.
Right?” I said, feeling a bit self-conscious about getting myself off at his
expense… literally.

“Shit.
Maybe I owe him some money back,”
I thought to myself with a mischievous
grin, beginning to wonder which one of us had received more pleasure from the
other.

———-

After the John had gotten dressed
and left, I jumped into my cabin’s tiny telephone booth sized shower to
quickly rinse the sweaty sex off of my body, rubbing my pussy clean with soapy
water before drying off.

As I wiggled back into my slutty
red sequin cocktail dress, I heard a knock on the pass-through door between Myra’s
cabin and mine.

“Crystal… Are you there?” she
whispered.

I opened the door, glad to see Myra
standing in her cabin, wearing her skimpy black cocktail dress and sexy fishnet
stocks.

“Hey girlfriend. How’d your first
time go? Were you nervous?” she asked, stepping through the doorway to give me
a reassuring hug.

“Good… Yeah. I was a little nervous
but… he was… um…. very nice,” I said, deciding not to mention the mind-blowing
orgasm I had experienced, riding my first John like a fuck toy.

“Yeah. Same with mine… He was
really big,” Myra whispered, putting her fingers up to her mouth as she giggled.

We stepped out of my cabin, joining
arms as we strolled down the passageway together, heading back to the casino to
make some more money.

“Stay
focused Crystal. No more bullshit. This is about making money to pay the rent,”

I thought to myself, determined not give into my desires again for the rest of
the evening.

———-

Fifteen minutes later, I was escorting a chubby middle-aged man, with a bold spot on
the crown of his head, back to my cabin. As soon as I closed the door behind us, the little troll
started groping at my tits excitedly.

“Hey! Stop that!… You need to pay
me first,” I said, pushing his grabby little hands away.

(coming soon: “Crystal’s
Smutty Voyage – Part III”)

Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part II

A young woman gets
more than she bargained for when she turns tricks on the high seas.

(continued from Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part I)

“Hector says we’re gonna have a
busy night,” Myra said, stepping back from the bar beaming.

“Hey, honey. Are you okay?” she
said, patting my upper arms as she stared into my distant
eyes.

My daydream about how I became
Hector’s newest “girl”
quickly faded.

“Oh… Sorry… Yeah, I’m fine,” I
said, as my mind snapped back to reality.

“Okay… You know the deal. Right?”
she asked anxiously.

“Yeah. I think so… Hector will send the guys over to
us. We charge however much we can for half an hour of… um… ‘play time’… and he
takes half of whatever we make,” I said, as Myra nodded at me approvingly.

“So, should we get a drink or
something?” I said, just as two tall young men walked up and stood on either
side of us.

Both of the guys were wearing brightly colored polo shirts and khaki
pants. They looked very young in age, like they might have just passed the
legal drinking age.

“Hi… um… Hector says hello,” the one wearing a hot pink polo shirt said, as he wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

“Oh, hi,” I said, scratching the
side of my neck with my fingernails timidly.

“So… Ah… Can we go, you know… talk somewhere
that’s more private?” he asked, motioning his head toward the lobby outside the
entrance of the casino.

After discreetly settling on a
price, the guy and I descended below deck. As I led him down the grimy
passageway toward my cabin, a mixture of excitement and apprehensiveness began
to churn inside my stomach.

“Fucking
a stranger for money? Are you really going through with this Crystal?”
I
asked myself, nervously fishing my room key out of my purse.

As I unlocked my cabin door, my John stood next to me, staring
back down the passageway at two people approaching us. It was Myra and his
friend. They stopped at her cabin door, right
next to us.

Myra was giggling and slapping away he dude’s groping hands as she
tried to open her cabin door. She glanced over and winked at me, before we both
disappeared into our respective cabins, with our first John’s of the night in
tow.

———-

“So… ‘Crystal’… is that your real
name?” the John asked.

“Shit!
I forgot to tell him my name was ‘Tiffany’. Brilliant. Just brilliant Crystal,”

I thought to myself.

“Yeah… That’s me,” I said, closing the
cabin door behind me.

“Ahem… So… Do you have the cash?” I
asked, noting the time on my smartphone before I placed it on the dresser, built-in
to the wall opposite the bed.

“Oh, sure… Sorry,” the John said, peeling
off five one-hundred dollar bills from a huge wad of cash he had pulled out of
the front pocket of his khakis.

“You can… um… get undressed now, I
guess,” I said hesitantly, as I stuffed the cash into my purse and set it on
the dresser next to my phone.

“Sure. Okay,” the John said,
fumbling to unbuckle his belt as he kicking off his brown leather boat shoes.

As I shyly peeled off my skintight
red sequin cocktail dress, he lowered his khaki pants to the floor, exposing
the powder blue boxers he was wearing underneath.

“Wow… You’re… um… You’re very pretty,” the
John stuttered, eyeing my sexy body as he lifted his hot pink polo shirt over
his head, revealing his buff hairless chest.

“Thanks,” I said, blushing, flattered by his reaction to the site of my sexy see-through black-and-red
lingerie. His erect penis was already pitching a tent in his blue boxers as I
reached around my back to unclip my bra.

“Weird.
The dude seems more nervous than I am,”
I thought to myself, as he dropped
his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them.

“Oh
my. Well, he’s certainly well hung,”
I thought to myself, glancing down in
surprise at his huge erection… suspended in mid-air in front of him.

He appeared to be a bit embarrassed
about standing in front of me, completely naked. I stepped up close to him, sensing
his nervousness as he placed his hands on my hips.

He was a handsome young man, with a
“frat boy” look: Tall and in good physical shape, with broad shoulders and a
charming smile. He was very “clean cut”, with short brown hair and hazel-blue
eyes. 

“I’ll do that. Okay?” I whispered,
brushing his hands away.

I seductively curled my thumbs
around the thin traps of my skimpy black-and-red thong and then pulled it down my
hips. The thong fell down my long legs, coming to rest on the
black leather slingback pumps I was wearing.

“Oh, man,” the John uttered
longingly, staring down wide-eyed at my ample breasts and the smooth lips of my
hairless little pussy. He leaned in to kiss me… his stiff erection poking my
stomach as I coyly turned my head away.

With his hands on the small of my
back, he pulled me close, planting gentle kisses on my neck and the top of my
shoulder. As he slid his hands down to fondle my sweet ass, I could feel his slippery
cock rubbing against my stomach, as pre-cum oozed from the head.

I had to admit to myself that the situation
was getting me super horny. The John’s gentle touch and anxious arousal was a
total turn on. It was as if I was a piece of succulent candy that he had just
purchased and couldn’t wait to ravenously devour me.

“Oh… Wait. Just a minute… Sorry,”
I said, realizing I had forgotten one very important detail. I quickly stepped over
to the little built-in nightstand next to the bed, pulling open the drawer to
retrieve one of the condoms I had stashed there earlier.

“Sorry. Safety first,” I said, fumbling
with the condom’s wrapper.

“No problem. I guess we’re both a
little nervous,” he said, cracking an anxious smile as I got down on my knees in
front of him and wrapped my fingers around his erection.

I could feel his body shivering as
I gently rolled the condom onto his stiff pole, all the way down to the thick
mound of curly-brown pubic hair at the base.

The unmistakable sounds of hot sex
emanating from Myra’s cabin became impossible for us to ignore. We both looked
into each other’s eyes, silently acknowledging that our respective friends were really “getting
busy” next door.

“Just
remember: If the dude blows his load quickly, you can come up and make more
money,”
Myra’s voice echoed in my head.

As the John stared down in eager
anticipation at me kneeling naked before him, I began slowly stroking my fingers
up and down on his long condom-covered cock.

“Mmmm,” he moaned in aroused
delight, shifting his feet to widen his stance. I reached between his thighs, massaging
his big set of hairy balls in the palm of my other hand as I jerked him off.

“You like that?” I asked, clinching
his balls tightly in my grip as I seductively stared up into his innocent looking hazel-blue
eyes.

As he nodded expectantly, I wrapped
my bulbous red lips around the head of his cock, flicking it teasingly with my
tongue as I increased the pace of my hand-job.

“Mmmm… Fuck,” he moaned, placing his
hands behind my head, one on top of the other, coaxing me to take more of his
long stiff cock into my mouth.

I sucked harder, swirling my tongue
along the length of his shaft as I stroked up and down on his cock with both my hands,
in unison with me bobbing head.

“Mmmm… That’s it!” he moaned,
bending his knees slightly as he began to pump his hips in lustful pleasure. I
could sense the climax already building up inside of him.

Letting a complete stranger fuck my
mouth like that was making s-o-o-o incredibly horny. The lips of my
smoothly-shaved pink pussy began to glisten with arousal.

“Oh… Sh-i-i-t… Mmmm,” he moaned, gripping
my long wavy black hair tightly in fists and pulling my head toward him.

“AUGHL!” I gurgled, struggling to
control my gag reflex as his stiff cock probed deeper and deeper into gaping
mouth.

“Come
on big boy… Do it. Blow your load,”
I thought to myself, closing my eyes
tightly in concentration as I tried my best to suck the seed out of him.

“Wait…” he uttered in sexual
ecstasy… but I didn’t stop. I sucked his stiff cock even harder, bobbing my
head faster as I reached around to grab both of his taut butt cheeks in my
hands.

“Ahhh… Shit! Wait now,” he repeated,
pushing my head back, breaking my rhythm as his throbbing condom-covered cock
slid out of my mouth.

“Shit!”
I thought to myself, frustrated at myself for not making him “pop” more quickly.

“Go lie down,” I said, motioning to
the small built in bed as I stood up. As I followed behind him, I couldn’t help
but notice Myra’s cabin had already fallen silent.

“Oh
my God! She’s already done fucking the guy,”
I thought to myself, impressed
with how efficient Myra was at turning her tricks.

The John sat down on the bed, reclining
backwards as I climbed onto the bed on top of him and straddled his hips. He
was so tall, he had to dangle his legs over the edge of the bed at the knees to
fit on the mattress comfortably.

Squatting over his lap on the balls of my feet, I steadied myself with one hand on his stomach, reaching between
my legs to guide his stiff cock toward my glistening-wet, hairless little pussy.

“Ohhh… God!” he moaned in sublime sexual
stimulation, as I lowered my tight little cunt onto his long pole and began
bouncing up and down.

It felt good. Real good. I was surprised
by how totally horny I had become, trying to control my own sexual arousal as I
fucked this guy for his money.

“That
feel good?”
I whispered to him, riding his big cock like a pro as he
reached up with both hands to fondle my pert breasts and pinch my nipples between his fingers.

“Ohhh… Yeah!” he moaned, straining
to hold on as long as he could… but my tight little pussy felt too good. I
could see it in his eyes. He was going to let loose.

“Mmmm…. That’s it… Give it to me…
Give!… it!… to!… me!” I said in my sexiest voice, clinching my pussy to
heighten the sensation as I lustfully bounced up and down on top of his long
stiff cock. My clit was on fire, tingling with sensuous titillation… aching to be touched.

“Ohhh!… Sh-i-i-t!” he moaned in
erotic ecstasy, my ass slapping rhythmically against his lap as his cock
penetrated deeply into my aching pussy. God! He was a good fuck.

“Shit!
If he lasts much longer, I’m… I’m going to cum,”
I thought to myself in
aroused panic. His cock felt s-o-o-o fucking good.

“Mmmm… Fuck me!… FUCK ME!” I
yelled, resting my knees down on the bed as I placed the palms of my hands on
his smooth muscular chest.

I rolled my hips in unison with his thrusts, fucking
him cowgirl style as beads of sweat trickled down my spine and into the crack
of my ass.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. My
passion had been unleashed. Edging closer to climax, I reached one of my hands
down to my crotch to finger my slippery-wet clit. The head of his big cock was
throbbing inside of me, ready to burst. It was driving me absolutely fucking
wild.

“OH!… OH!… MMMM!… MMMM!” he
yelled in euphoric release, his cock finally erupting its load of hot semen inside
of my soaking-wet cunt.

“Mmmm… Y-e-e-a-h!” I yelled in aroused
delight, slamming my pussy into his lap as I feverishly worked my bulging clit
with my fingers.

His cock felt so fucking amazing. I
didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. My pussy began to spasm, as I milked the
last streams of cum out of his throbbing cock.

“OOOH!… Yes!… Yes!… YES!” I
screamed, throwing back my head full of wavy black hair and writhing in erotic
pleasure on his lap, as an intense orgasm rippled in erogenous waves throughout
my entire body.

The John grabbed my undulating hips,
holding on for dear life as I used his big cock like a sex toy.

“Ohhh… Mmmm,” I whimpered,
collapsing on his chest in exhaustion as the last few waves of that glorious –
fireworks exploding, rocket launching, geyser spouting – orgasm lingered in my
groin.

“Ahem…” he said, looking at me with
a confused expression on his face, waiting for me to return to earth.

“Oh, sorry,” I said awkwardly, my
chest heaving as I reached between my sweaty legs to extract his condom-covered
cock from my soaking wet pussy.

As I lifted my leg over his lap, the
John slid out from under me. He stood up next to the bed naked, holding the used
condom full of jizz on his limp cock.

“Here use these,” I said, reaching
over to pull out several tissues from the box next to the bed and then holding
them out to him.

“Um… So, I guess we’re done.
Right?” I said, feeling a bit self-conscious about getting myself off at his
expense… literally.

“Shit.
Maybe I owe him some money back,”
I thought to myself with a mischievous
grin, beginning to wonder which one of us had received more pleasure from the
other.

———-

After the John had gotten dressed
and left, I jumped into my cabin’s tiny telephone booth sized shower to
quickly rinse the sweaty sex off of my body, rubbing my pussy clean with soapy
water before drying off.

As I wiggled back into my slutty
red sequin cocktail dress, I heard a knock on the pass-through door between Myra’s
cabin and mine.

“Crystal… Are you there?” she
whispered.

I opened the door, glad to see Myra
standing in her cabin, wearing her skimpy black cocktail dress and sexy fishnet
stocks.

“Hey girlfriend. How’d your first
time go? Were you nervous?” she asked, stepping through the doorway to give me
a reassuring hug.

“Good… Yeah. I was a little nervous
but… he was… um…. very nice,” I said, deciding not to mention the mind-blowing
orgasm I had experienced, riding my first John like a fuck toy.

“Yeah. Same with mine… He was
really big,” Myra whispered, putting her fingers up to her mouth as she giggled.

We stepped out of my cabin, joining
arms as we strolled down the passageway together, heading back to the casino to
make some more money.

“Stay
focused Crystal. No more bullshit. This is about making money to pay the rent,”

I thought to myself, determined not give into my desires again for the rest of
the evening.

———-

Fifteen minutes later, I was escorting a chubby middle-aged man, with a bold spot on
the crown of his head, back to my cabin. As soon as I closed the door behind us, the little troll
started groping at my tits excitedly.

“Hey! Stop that!… You need to pay
me first,” I said, pushing his grabby little hands away.

(coming soon: “Crystal’s
Smutty Voyage – Part III”)

Crystal’s Smutty Voyage

A young woman gets
more than she bargained for when she tries to turn tricks on the high seas.

The El Portal had left the dock in
Miami several hours ago. The cruise ship was now well out into the open sea,
heading toward the Bahamas on its overnight “cruise to nowhere”, with no sight
of land in any direction. Myra and I stood next to each other at the ship’s railing
– The warm ocean breeze gently fluttering our hair as the sun slowly melted away
into the horizon. I gazed out at the glimmering expanse of ocean behind the ship,
hoping to prolong my fleeting moment of contemplation.

“I think they open the casino at
like eight o’clock. We should go get dressed?” Myra asked, turning
to face me with a tentative smile.

“Are you sure everything is set
with Hector?” I asked, butterflies dancing in my stomach.

“Yes. You need to chill out a
little Crystal. Like I told you: Hector will take care of everything. We just
need to look sexy and… you know… keep things ‘on the DL’,” she said.

“You really made over a thousand in
one night last time?” I asked in a whisper, needing to reaffirm my decision to
join Myra on her little excursion.

“Yep. You’ll see. The money is
insane. If you don’t mind the work, that is,” she said with a wry smile on her
face. “Come on… Let’s go get ready,” Myra said, clutching my hand in hers as
she tugged on my outstretched arm to leave.

Myra and I clanked down a metal staircase,
descending two flights below deck to the El Portal’s bottom level. As we walked
along the dimly lit passageway, I noticed how the ship was showing its age, with
well-worn carpeting and dingy chrome handrails bolted to the walls. Toward the
end of the narrow passageway, we arrived at the scuffed up wooden doors of our adjoining
cabins, where we had dropped our overnight bags just after coming aboard the
ship.

I swiped the key card to open my
cabin door, flipping on the light switch as I entered the cramped space: A single bed built-in to the bulkhead and the smallest of bathrooms, about
the size of a small walk-in closet.

Hearing a knock on the pass-through
door between our two cabins, I opened it to see Myra smiling at me. “Pretty cozy, ay?” Myra asked, before we both burst out
laughing. If not for the small porthole above her tiny little bed, her cabin
was a mirror image of mine.

———-

Leaving the door between our cabins open, we chatted with each other through the wall, as we both got
ready for the evening…

“So, remember: My name is ‘Jasmine’
tonight… What’s yours?” Myra asked.

“Um… I don’t know, how about
‘Tiffany’? I said.

“Ha! Perfect… Now just remember ‘Tiffany’: If the dude blows his load
quickly, you can end early and go make more money,” she said.

“Ew! My! Shut up!” I said, trying to
avoid thinking about what disgusting acts of fornication awaited me as I sat
down on the edge of the bed and undid the straps of my leather sandals.

“I’m just sayin’… If you want to
make more money,” Myra’s said through the wall.

I stood up and dropped the
shoulder straps of my blue-and-white striped sundress, slipping it down my body
to the floor before stepping out of it.

“Did you shave? Johns like us
smooth… like little girls. They’re such pervs, you know what I mean?” Myra asked
as I reached behind my back to undo the clasp of my white cotton bra.

“Yes… Yes, I did it last night. Would
you please just stop talking about it?” I said, growing even more self-conscious as I removed
my white cotton panty and stared down at the tender slit of my perfectly smooth
and hairless little pussy.

As Myra continued unnerving me with her bawdy small talk, I unzipped my overnight bag and laid out my
attire for the evening on the bed: A bright red sequin, one-shoulder, cocktail
dress; sexy see-through black lace bra with red trim; matching teeny-tiny thong
panty; and black leather slingback pumps.

“Hey… Hurry up. We really gotta
go,” Myra said anxiously from inside her cabin, noticing it was a few
minutes after eight o’clock now.

“Okay. I’m almost ready,” I said, quickly
stepping into my tiny closet of a bathroom to apply ruby-red glimmer lipstick to my
pursed lips.

“I guess all I’ve got left
are my good looks,”
I thought to myself, staring wistfully at my own reflection
in the small, slightly corroded, mirror on the wall of the bathroom.

“You look amazing girlfriend,” Myra
said, stepping through the open doorway into my cabin.

“Wow! You too!” I said, amazed by
my best friend’s slutty transformation.

Myra was wearing a stretchy black
spaghetti strap cocktail dress that looked like it was spray-painted onto her
voluptuous body. The dress was so skimpy, it was barely long enough to cover
the bottom of her ass cheeks… with a few tantalizing inches of bare skin left exposed,
between the hem of the dress and her thigh-high black fishnet stockings. Her
black open toe stiletto high-heels completed her streetwalker inspired look.

“So, do you really think this dress looks good
on me? I got it at the mall for like forty-five bucks, after all the mark
downs,” I asked, turning around to give Myra a peek at how hot my booty looked
in the sexy dress.

“Oh my God… Yes! I’d totally fuck
you myself. Seriously!” she said, playfully pinching both of my ass cheeks at
once. “Ow! Hey!… No money, no touchy,” I said, giggling as we both stepped out of my cabin
into the grimy passageway. I peeked back through my open cabin door, making
sure it was neat and tidy before closing it behind me.

———-

Up on deck, Myra and I looked incredibly
sexy as we entered the casino in our skimpy cocktail dresses, sashaying our way
past a row of brightly flashing slot machines, as they whirred and clanged
obnoxiously. Despite the early hour, the casino was already jam-packed with
smartly dressed passengers, standing and sitting at the multiple craps, roulette,
blackjack, and poker tables. Multiple heads turned to check us out as we made our
way to the bar area in back.

Hector was standing impatiently behind
the bar when Myra caught his eye. He immediately motioned his head to the side,
darting his eyes in the direction of the silver rails of the waitress station.

“There you two are… You’re a little late,”
Hector said, looking agitated as he leaned over the bar toward Myra. As she and
Hector spoke privately at the crowded bar, I remembered
back to earlier in the week, when Hector and I had first met…

———-

“Just meet him. He’ll totally hook
you up. If you want, I can drive you over there after
work,” Myra said, prodding me again to meet the “friend” that had been helping
her earn some extra cash on the side. After we arrived at Hector’s posh
“glass tower” high-rise apartment on Miami Beach, I gazed out the
floor-to-ceiling windows at the breathtaking ocean view.

“How the hell can a bartender on a cruise ship afford a place like
this?”
I thought to myself, noticing his expensive-looking modern furniture
and the huge flat screen television on the wall above the fireplace.

Hector was
a tall and attractive guy of Cuban descent – probably in his early thirties,
with dark Latino skin, a neatly groomed goatee, crew cut hair, and a stocky but
fit body.

“Come back in an hour. I need to
discuss business with Crystal here,” Hector said in his thick Spanish accent,
smiling approvingly as his eyes quickly darted up and down to checked me out.

“Oh… Um… Can’t I just hang out on the balcony or something?” Myra asked.

“It’s
okay My… I’ll text you when we’re done,” I said, as Hector shuttled Myra out
the door, practically slamming it closed in her face.

“So Crystal… Myra says you want to
earn some cash quick. Yes?” Hector said, as he placed the palm of his hand on
the small of my back and escorted me over to the long white leather sofa in the
middle of his living room.

“Yeah, I could really use some extra cash. Rent and
all… You know?” I said, casting my eyes down to the shaggy charcoal-gray
colored living room rug nervously.

“There’s
the understatement of the century,”
I thought to myself as I sat down on
the amazingly subtle leather of the sofa. Over the last several months, I had
been clocking in less then thirty hours a week at the cosmetics store in the
shopping mall, where Myra and I both worked. I was two months behind on my rent
and both my credit cards were maxed out. Barely making ends meet, I was
trying so desperately to avoid asking my judgmental parents for help again. I thought working
for Hector was my last chance to dig myself out of the seemingly insurmountable
financial hole I was in.

“Sure, I can help you with that…
but you’re going to have to trust me and do whatever I say,” Hector said, as he
sat down next to me on the sofa, so close our thighs were touching. “Can you do
that for me Crystal?” he said, looking deeply into my gray-green colored eyes
as he reached over and placed his hand suggestively on my knee.

I nodded shyly,
my heart beginning to pound anxiously in my chest as I felt Hector’s hand
caressing the top of my thigh.

“You look young. How old are you… nineteen, twenty?” he asked.

“No, I just turned twenty-four last month,” I
said, as I felt the tips of his fingers stroking my inner thigh.

“Nice!…You know, guys pay more for younger girls. I’d say you’re closer
to nineteen,” he said, winking at me as he gently eased his fingers up under my mini-skirt, caressing my upper thigh.

“You look nice today… You always
dress like this babe?” he asked, leaning in to smell my neck as his fingers inched further up under my mini-skirt, between my warm silky thighs, to the teeny-tiny crotch of my thong panty.

“No,” I whispered, feeling his warm
breath on the base of my neck as I pushed his hand back, out from under my skirt.

“Oh… So, you dressed all sexy like
this just for me?” he asked, planting several gentle kisses on my long soft neck
as I closed my eyes and looked away.

“Yeah… M-Myra said you’d… um… like
that,” I said, my voice quivering as I reached my hand up to my neck to block
his seductive lips.

As I tried in vein to control Hector’s groping hands, he
reached up to my chest, slipping his hand under my white ruffled strapless crop
top.

“Ah, Yes… Myra’s a very smart girl.
She knows what Hector likes,” he whispered in my ear as his hand came to rest
on my bra. I flinched as he began to fondle my pert breast in his hand, instinctively
pushing his hand away… my heart pounding as my eyes welled up with tears.

“Shit! You’ve gotta relax girl,” he
said, as he removed his hand from underneath my top in frustration. “You’re
gonna have to show me you’re down with the program here Crystal… or this ain’t
gonna work out. You want me to help you make some money or don’t you?” he said sternly.

“Yeah… I do. I really do,” I said,
as a tear rolled down my face. “Sorry. I’m… I’m just a little nervous,” I said,
my stomach growing queasy as a wave of anxiety washed uncomfortably over my
body.

“Don’t be nervous girl… Hector’s
gonna treat you right. Okay?” he said, placing the tips of his fingers gently
under my chin as he stared comfortingly into my watery gray-green eyes.

“Yeah,
okay,” I said, feigning a smile.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he
leaned in, kissing me passionately on the lips as he cupped my jaw in-between his big
strong hands.

“Now, stand up for me,” he said, as
I stared back at him blankly. “Come on. Stand up. Right here in front of me,”
he said, pointing to the floor in front of his feet.

I stood up from the sofa, stepping hesitantly in front of him as my stomach
churned from anxiety.

“Okay, now take that shit off,” he said,
waving his hand at me as I stared down at him, frozen in surprise. “Go on. Take
your clothes off,” he said, leaning over to untie his red and white
high-top sneakers.

“Look… If you don’t want to do this
now, you can just leave… but then you ain’t gonna be one of my bitches,”
he said. “You know what I’m sayin’?” he asked bluntly, as he pulled off his
form-fitting white tee shirt inside out over his head, revealing his smoothly
shaved and muscular six-pack abs.

As I stared down in anxious
indecision at Hector sitting on the couch topless, I knew this was my moment of
truth. I was so uncomfortable, I thought I might literally puke right on him. I
wanted to run screaming out of his apartment but… I didn’t.

Desperate for cash,
I surrendered. Fighting against my better instincts, I resolved to stay and do whatever Hector
wanted me to. Inhaling deeply to steady my nerves, I reached around
my back with both of my trembling hands to unzip my black faux-leather
mini-skirt.

“That’s it babe… Let me see what a fine
body you got going on under there… Keep those shoes on though. Will you do that
for Hector?” he said, his disposition beginning to improve as he unbuckled his black
leather belt.

I nodded timidly, another tear rolling down my cheek as I
wriggled my mini-skirt over my hips, revealing the sexy white lace G-string
thong I had on. As Hector unbuttoned and unzipped
his black denim jeans, I slipped my mini-skirt down my long legs and stepped out
of it.

The whole situation felt so wrong to me but I suppressed my fears, lifting
my white crop top up and over my head, sniffling as two more tears rolled down
both of my cheeks.

Disregarding my anxious tears, Hector
played things cool, stretching out his arms across the back of the sofa with
his jeans undone. I could clearly see his massive boner stretching under the
surface of his white boxer briefs, straining to be let free. I felt lightheaded;
my body shivering as he gazed longingly at me standing before him, in just my
bra, G-string panty and high heels.

“Damn! You are fine,” he
said. “Stop with the crying now. Hector’s gonna treat you nice. I promise… Listen: You
and me are gonna make some good money together,” he said. “That’s what you
want. Right babe?” he asked. I nodded in reply, wiping the tears away from my
face and sniffling as I smiled back at him sheepishly.

“Come on now, take it all off for
me,” he said.

I reached my trembling hands to my
chest and unsnapped the clasp of my white strapless demi bra. The tears
wouldn’t stop coming as I stared down at my milk-white B-cup sized breasts,
with their small light pink nipples. Spending too much of my free time in a
bikini on the sunny beaches around Miami had left a noticeable tan line around my
tits, accentuating the bronzed tint of the rest of my body’s luminous young skin.

Hector lifted his butt off of the
sofa, wriggling out of his jeans and white boxer briefs as he lustfully watched
me reach my hands to my waist. A warm twinge of arousal unexpectedly pulsed through
my groin as my eyes were drawn to the huge erection poking up from his lap.

Oh
my God! He was so-o-o well hung… with the kind of long thick cock I’d only seen
being wielded by the hunky men in porno movies. It was definitely the biggest
cock I’d ever been this close to… and it totally turned me on as my nausea quickly
began to recede. I was getting super horny.

As Hector slowly stroked his long
stiff cock in aroused anticipation, I looped my
thumbs through the G-strings of my thong. My pussy was already getting moist, as
I sensuously pulled the thong down my slender tanned legs and then stepped out
of it. I was now standing in front of him completely naked, except for my
black leather-strap high heels, just like he had asked.

“Shit girl! You are crazy gorgeous,”
Hector said, excitedly eyeing the perfectly groomed little landing strip of
black pubic hair above my smooth slit.

After removing a large barrette from the
back of my head, I teased my fingers through my long wavy black hair, letting
some of it fall seductively around my shoulders.

Hector leaned forward from the
sofa, gently grasping each of my hands in his, as he coaxed me to kneel down
in-between his open knees. His cock looked even bigger to me close up and my clit
tingled with erotic excitement as I noticed how smooth and clean-shaven his
junk was.

He gently brushed the bangs of my
wavy long black hair from my face, reaching his hand around the back of my neck
as he nudged my mouth toward his cock. I gazed up timidly into
his dark enchanting eyes, my pussy warming with desire as I parted my bulbous red lips, slipping them over the enormous head of his erect cock. I could taste the salty
pre-cum oozing out of him as I opened wide, swirling my tongue teasingly around
the tip. My apprehensions over meeting Hector quickly became a distant memory, as
my pussy began to ache for the gorgeously big stiff cock now filling my mouth.

“Mmmm… Yeah… That’s it babe,”
Hector whispered, watching with excited arousal as my succulent lips stretched
wide and slowly slipped down his thick shaft.

“Mmmm… Sh-i-i-t… That’s it. Suck it
real good,” he said, leaning his head back in pure ecstasy as I wrapped the
fingers of both my hands around the base of his huge slippery cock and began rubbing
up and down in rhythm with my bobbing head.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, the tender lips
of my pussy swelling with arousal as the sound of my mouth slurping up and down
over his big shaft made me so incredibly horny.

After a few minutes of giving head
to my new pimp, my jaw muscles were beginning to get sore. When I tried to
pull my head back, Hector clinched my hair tightly in his fist, holding my mouth
firmly in place on his thick cock.

“Wait… Wait… Keep sucking it babe.
That’s it… Suck it re-e-a-l nice!” he said crassly, pressing my head down more
forcefully with a fistful of my hair as his big thick cock began to slide down the back of my throat.

“Arghl!” I groaned, bucking my head
in distress as I began to choke.

“Mmmm… Fuck!… Y-e-e-a-h!” he moaned,
as my lips came to rest on the hairless base of his thick shaft. “ARGHL!” I
groaned again, this time more loudly, flailing my arms in despair as I desperately
tried to control my gag reflex.

“A-h-h-h!” Hector moaned, finally
releasing his grip on my hair. I immediately jerked my head back, retching and
gasped for breath, as drool dripped off my chin in a long silky string down to
the rug.

“Come on up here now girl,” Hector said,
gently grasping my upper arms as he helped me up onto the sofa.

“You… um… have
protection… Right?” I asked meekly, still catching my breath as I straddled his
naked lap.

“Fuck that shit… I go bareback with my bitches,” he said, pressing my
hips down as I reached between my thighs to guide his slippery cock into my
soaking wet pussy.

“O-h-h-h… F-u-u-c-k,” I moaned as
Hector’s stiff thick cock entered me, spreading my tight little slit wide.

“S-h-i-i-t!” he moaned in delight, reaching
around with both hands to clinch my exquisitely firm butt cheeks tightly in his
fists.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and began grinding my hips, riding
his long stiff cock in unrestrained sexual pleasure. God! His cock felt fucking
awesome as it probed deep inside of me.

“Come on… Harder!… Fuck me harder!”
Hector said, delivering a slap to my ass with his open hand…
followed by another much more painful one, leaving a stinging set of blush-red marks on my ass cheek.

“OW!” I yelled, bouncing my hips
wildly, up and down on his lap in aroused pleasure, building up a sweat as I worked
his cock hard.

“That’s it babe… Fuck me!… Fuck me
good!” Hector yelled, groping my tits with his hands as he leaned his head
forward to suck on my erect nipples. My pussy tingled with sensuous arousal as
I sensed he was close to clmax.

“OH!… O-o-o-h!” I moaned in
rapturous pleasure, arching my back, running my hands on his closely cropped
head of hair as his tongue flicked and teasingly scraped my erect nipples. Fuck!
I wanted to cum all over his big cock.

“Yeah! Work it!… Work it girl!”
Hector yelled, close to ejaculating as he bucked his hips under me, driving his
long stiff cock deep inside of my tight little pink pussy.

“Yeah!… Yeah!” I whimpered, my body
glistening with sweat as I pinched and twisted Hector’s nipples teasingly
between my fingers. I was in ecstasy; feeling a climax building inside of me as
I leaned my head down and tongue kissed him passionately.

“Here, lie down,” Hector said, panting
from sexual exertion as he pivoted his body.

As I wrapped my legs around the
back of his thighs and held on, he laid me down against the slippery white
leather sofa, propping himself up with his outstretched arms on either side of
my naked body.

“OH! OH! OH!” I repeated as Hector
began thrusting his hips in and out, pounding his stiff cock into my tight
soaking-wet hole.

“You like that bitch,” he grunted, lifting
my ankles onto his shoulders as he began to pile drive his big thick cock deep
into his newest bitch’s tight wet cunt.

“O-o-o-h… Y-e-e-s,” I moaned in erotic
pleasure, placing my hands behind my knees and pulling my thighs into my chest.

“Give it to me… Fuck me!… Yes!…
Yes!… Yes!” I yelled, my thigh muscles tensing with anticipation as
sensuous waves of sexual pleasure began to cascade out from deep within
my pussy. Every fiber of my being craved his hot seed.

“A-H-H-H!” Hector moaned in sexual
release, his cock erupting in streams of hot cum as the sound of his pelvis
slapping against my firm ass cheeks echoed throughout his apartment.

“O-H-H-H!… YES!… FUCK!… YES!”
I screamed, bucking my hips to the rhythm of Hector’s thrusts, as a massive
orgasm began to ripple through my groin.

“M-M-M-M!” I moaned in erotic
delight, reaching my hands around the back of his neck, hugging him so tightly
that my back lifted up from the sofa. My whole body shuddered in waves of
orgasmic pleasure as his thick stiff cock continued to pound into my soaking
wet little pussy. He owned me.

Gasped for breath in erotic pleasure,
I tensed my pussy, milking the last few lustful streams of cum from the head of
Hector’s pulsating cock. He laid his naked sweaty body on top of me, out two bodies heaving from exhaustion as I unwrapped
my legs from around the back of his muscular thighs.

As I basked in the last pleasurable waves of my fading orgasm, Hector’s softening cock slipped out of me. I felt a warm trickle of fluid ooze out of my  soaking wet pussy, creating a pool of cum on the white leather sofa under my naked butt cheeks.

———-

It was just after sunset as I stood
outside on the curb in front of Hector’s apartment building, waiting for Myra
to arrive. I was still aglow from my first completely erotic sexual encounter
with my new pimp.

“I
wonder if Myra’s first time with Hector was that amazing,”
I thought to myself, feeling an unexpected twinge of jealousy toward my friend. A few
minutes later, Myra pulled to the curb in her beat up old Honda civic hatchback
and I jumped into the passenger seat.

“So… How’d it go?” Myra asked
excitedly as she pulled out of the driveway of the apartment complex into
traffic.

“Good. He wants us to come with him
on the El Portal. This Friday night is the next cruise… but we would have to
take off work on Saturday,” I said, still a bit unsure if this was all such a
good idea.

“Yeah. I know…. He texted me right
after you did. I knew he would like you,” Myra said, smiling in satisfaction as
she merged onto I-195, heading back to the mainland from Miami Beach.

“So… Did he fuck you?” Myra asked
bluntly.

“What? My!… Seriously!” I said,
blushing with embarrassment.

“You two totally did it. I can tell…
He’s unbelievable in bed, isn’t he?” Myra asked, continuing to probe. I just
smiled coyly as I stared out the passenger window at the dark still waters of
Biscayne Bay.

“Oh, come on… Crystal? You’re not
going to tell me anything?” Myra said incredulously.

“Well… He’s definitely a hunk…
and I… um… I like how he takes charge. No bullshit, like with other guys. You
know?” I said, getting aroused again just thinking about Hector’s gorgeous
muscular body and how his huge cock gave me such a massive orgasm.

“Yeah… I know,” she said, like she
knew exactly what I was thinking.

(stay tuned for Part II of Crystal’s Tempestuous Voyage, an erotic work in progress)

Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part I

A young woman gets
more than she bargained for when she turns tricks on the high seas.

The El Portal had left the dock in
Miami several hours ago. The cruise ship was now well out into the open sea,
heading toward the Bahamas on its overnight “cruise to nowhere”, with no sight
of land in any direction. Myra and I stood next to each other at the ship’s railing
– The warm ocean breeze gently fluttering our hair as the sun slowly melted away
into the horizon. I gazed out at the glimmering expanse of ocean behind the ship,
hoping to prolong my fleeting moment of contemplation.

“I think they open the casino at
like eight o’clock. We should go get dressed,” Myra said, turning
to face me with a tentative smile.

“Are you sure everything is set
with Hector?” I asked, butterflies dancing in my stomach.

“Yes. You need to chill out a
little Crystal. Like I told you: Hector will take care of everything. We just
need to look sexy and… you know… keep things ‘on the DL’,” she said.

“You really made over a thousand in
one night last time?” I asked in a whisper, needing to reaffirm my decision to
join Myra on her little excursion.

“Yep. You’ll see. The money is
insane. If you don’t mind the work, that is,” she said with a wry smile on her
face. “Come on… Let’s go get ready,” Myra said, clutching my hand in hers as
she tugged on my outstretched arm to leave.

Myra and I clanked down a metal staircase,
descending two flights below deck to the El Portal’s bottom level. As we walked
along the dimly lit passageway, I noticed how the ship was showing its age, with
well-worn carpeting and dingy chrome handrails bolted to the walls. Toward the
end of the narrow passageway, we arrived at the scuffed up wooden doors of our adjoining
cabins, where we had dropped our overnight bags just after coming aboard the
ship.

I swiped the key card to open my
cabin door, flipping on the light switch as I entered the cramped space: A single bed built-in to the bulkhead and the smallest of bathrooms, about
the size of a small walk-in closet.

Hearing a knock on the pass-through
door between our two cabins, I opened it to see Myra smiling at me. “Pretty cozy, ay?” Myra asked, before we both burst out
laughing. If not for the small porthole above her tiny little bed, her cabin
was a mirror image of mine.

———-

Leaving the door between our cabins open, we chatted with each other through the wall, as we both got
ready for the evening…

“So, remember: My name is ‘Jasmine’
tonight… What’s yours?” Myra asked.

“Um… I don’t know, how about
‘Tiffany’? I said.

“Ha! Perfect… Now just remember ‘Tiffany’: If the dude blows his load
quickly, you can end early and go make more money,” she said.

“Ew! My! Shut up!” I said, trying to
avoid thinking about what disgusting acts of fornication awaited me as I sat
down on the edge of the bed and undid the straps of my leather sandals.

“I’m just sayin… If you want to pay the bills… ” Myra’s said through the wall.

I stood up and dropped the
shoulder straps of my blue-and-white striped sundress, slipping it down my body
to the floor before stepping out of it.

“Did you shave? Johns like us
smooth… like little girls. They’re such pervs, you know what I mean?” Myra asked
as I reached behind my back to undo the clasp of my white cotton bra.

“Yes!… I did it last night. Would
you please just stop talking about it?” I said, growing even more self-conscious, as I stepped out of my white cotton panty and stared down at the tender slit of my perfectly smooth
and hairless little pussy.

As Myra continued unnerving me with her bawdy small talk, I unzipped my overnight bag and laid out my
attire for the evening on the bed: A bright red sequin, one-shoulder, cocktail
dress; sexy see-through black lace bra with red trim; matching teeny-tiny G-string thong
panty; and black leather slingback pumps.

“Hey… Hurry up. We really gotta
go!” Myra said anxiously from inside her cabin, noticing it was a few
minutes after eight o’clock now.

“Okay. I’m almost ready,” I said, quickly
stepping into my closet of a bathroom to apply ruby-red glimmer lipstick to my
pursed lips.

“I guess all I’ve got left
are my good looks,”
I thought to myself, staring wistfully at my own reflection
in the small, slightly corroded, mirror on the wall of the bathroom.

“You look amazing girlfriend,” Myra
said, stepping through the open doorway into my cabin.

“Wow! You too!” I said, amazed by
my best friend’s slutty transformation.

Myra was wearing a stretchy black
spaghetti strap cocktail dress that looked like it was spray-painted onto her
voluptuous body. The dress was so skimpy, it was barely long enough to cover
the bottom of her ass cheeks… with a few tantalizing inches of bare skin left exposed,
between the hem of the dress and her thigh-high black fishnet stockings. Her
black open toe stiletto high-heels completed her streetwalker inspired look.

“So, do you really think this dress looks good
on me? I got it at the mall for like forty-five bucks, after all the mark
downs,” I asked, turning around to give Myra a peek at how hot my booty looked
in the sexy dress.

“Oh my God… Yes! I’d totally fuck
you myself. Seriously!” she said, playfully pinching both of my ass cheeks at
once. “Ow! Hey!… No money, no touchy,” I said, giggling as we both stepped out of my cabin
into the grimy passageway. I peeked back through my open cabin door, making
sure it was neat and tidy before closing it behind me.

———-

Up on deck, Myra and I looked incredibly
sexy as we entered the casino in our skimpy cocktail dresses, sashaying our way
past a row of brightly flashing slot machines, as they whirred and clanged
obnoxiously. Despite the early hour, the casino was already jam-packed with
smartly dressed passengers, standing and sitting at the multiple craps, roulette,
blackjack, and poker tables. Multiple heads turned to check us out as we made our
way to the bar area in back.

Hector was standing impatiently behind
the bar when Myra caught his eye. He immediately motioned his head to the side,
darting his eyes in the direction of the silver rails of the waitress station.

“There you two are… You’re a little late,”
Hector said, looking agitated as he leaned over the bar toward Myra. As she and
Hector spoke privately at the crowded bar, I remembered
back to earlier in the week, when Hector and I had first met…

———-

“Just meet him. He’ll totally hook
you up. If you want, I can drive you over there after
work,” Myra said, prodding me again to meet the “friend” that had been helping
her earn some extra cash on the side. After we arrived at Hector’s posh
“glass tower” high-rise apartment on Miami Beach, I gazed out the
floor-to-ceiling windows at the breathtaking ocean view.

“How the hell can a bartender on a cruise ship afford a place like
this?”
I thought to myself, noticing his expensive-looking modern furniture
and the huge flat screen television on the wall above the fireplace.

Hector was
a tall and attractive guy of Cuban descent – probably in his early thirties,
with dark Latino skin, a neatly groomed goatee, crew cut hair, and a stocky but
fit body.

“Come back in an hour. I need to
discuss business with Crystal here,” Hector said in his thick Spanish accent,
smiling approvingly as his eyes quickly darted up and down to checked me out.

“Oh… Um… Can’t I just hang out on the balcony or something?” Myra asked.

“It’s
okay My… I’ll text you when we’re done,” I said, as Hector shuttled Myra out
the door, practically slamming it closed in her face.

“So Crystal… Myra says you want to
earn some cash quick. Yes?” Hector said, as he placed the palm of his hand on
the small of my back and escorted me over to the long white leather sofa in the
middle of his living room.

“Yeah, I could really use some extra cash. Rent and
all… You know?” I said, casting my eyes down to the shaggy charcoal-gray
colored living room rug nervously.

“There’s
the understatement of the century,”
I thought to myself as I sat down on
the amazingly subtle leather of the sofa. Over the last several months, I had
been clocking in less then thirty hours a week at the cosmetics store in the
shopping mall, where Myra and I both worked. I was two months behind on my rent
and both my credit cards were maxed out. Barely making ends meet, I was
trying so desperately to avoid asking my judgmental parents for help again. I thought working
for Hector was my last chance to dig myself out of the seemingly insurmountable
financial hole I was in.

“Sure, I can help you with that…
but you’re going to have to trust me and do whatever I say,” Hector said, as he
sat down next to me on the sofa, so close our thighs were touching. “Can you do
that for me Crystal?” he said, looking deeply into my gray-green colored eyes
as he reached over and placed his hand suggestively on my knee.

I nodded shyly… My heart beginning to pound anxiously in my chest as I felt Hector’s hand
caressing the top of my thigh.

“You look young. How old are you… nineteen, twenty?” he asked.

“No, I just turned twenty-four last month,” I
said, as I felt the tips of his fingers stroking my inner thigh.

“Nice!…You know, guys pay more for younger girls. I’d say you’re closer
to nineteen,” he said with a wink, as he gently eased his fingers up under my mini-skirt and caressed my upper thigh.

“You look nice today… You always
dress like this babe?” he asked, leaning in to smell my neck as his fingers inched further up my soft thigh and ever so softly stroked the teeny-tiny crotch of my thong panty.

“No,” I whispered, feeling his warm
breath on the base of my neck as I pushed his hand back, out from under my skirt.

“Oh… So, you dressed all sexy like
this just for me?” he asked, planting several gentle kisses on my long soft neck
as I closed my eyes and looked away.

“Yeah… M-Myra said you’d… um… like
that,” I said, my voice quivering as I reached my hand up to my neck to block
his seductive kisses.

As I tried in vein to control Hector’s groping hands, he
reached up to my chest, slipping his hand under my white ruffled strapless crop
top.

“Ah, Yes… Myra’s a very smart girl.
She knows what Hector likes,” he whispered in my ear as his hand came to rest
on my bra. I flinched as he began to fondle my pert breast in his hand. Instinctively, I pushed his hand away… my heart pounding as my eyes welled up with tears.

“Shit! You’ve gotta relax girl,” he
said, as he removed his hand from underneath my top in frustration. “You’re
gonna have to show me you’re down with the program here Crystal… or this ain’t
gonna work out. You want me to help you make some money or don’t you?” he said sternly.

“Yeah… I do. I really do,” I said,
as a tear rolled down my face. “Sorry. I’m… I’m just a little nervous,” I said,
my stomach growing queasy as a wave of anxiety washed uncomfortably over my
body.

“Don’t be nervous girl… Hector’s
gonna treat you right. Okay?” he said, placing the tips of his fingers gently
under my chin as he stared comfortingly into my watery gray-green eyes.

“Yeah,
okay,” I said, feigning a smile.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he
leaned in, kissing me passionately on the lips as he cupped my jaw in-between his big
strong hands.

“Now, stand up for me,” he said, as
I stared back at him blankly. “Come on. Stand up. Right here in front of me,”
he said, pointing to the floor in front of his feet.

I stood up from the sofa, stepping hesitantly in front of him as my stomach
churned from anxiety.

“Okay, now take that shit off,” he said,
waving his hand at me as I stared down at him, frozen in surprise. “Go on. Take
your clothes off,” he said, leaning over to untie his red and white
high-top sneakers.

“Look… If you don’t want to do this
now, you can just leave… but then you ain’t gonna be one of my bitches,”
he said. “You know what I’m sayin?” he asked.

As I stared down in anxious
indecision at Hector sitting on the sofa, he pulled off his
form-fitting white tee shirt inside out over his head, revealing his smoothly
shaved and muscular six-pack abs. I knew this was my moment of
truth. I was so uncomfortable, I thought I might literally puke right on him. I
wanted to run screaming out of his apartment… but I didn’t.

Desperate for cash,
I surrendered. Fighting against my better instincts, I resolved to stay and do whatever Hector
wanted me to. Inhaling deeply to steady my nerves, I reached around
my back with both of my trembling hands to unzip my black faux-leather
mini-skirt.

“That’s it babe… Let me see what a fine
body you got going on under there… Keep those shoes on though. Will you do that
for Hector?” he said, his disposition beginning to improve as he unbuckled his black
leather belt.

I nodded timidly, another tear rolling down my cheek as I
wriggled my mini-skirt over my hips, revealing the sexy white lace G-string
thong I had on. As Hector unbuttoned and unzipped
his black denim jeans, I slipped my mini-skirt down my long legs and stepped out
of it.

The whole situation felt so wrong to me but I suppressed my fears, lifting
my white crop top up and over my head, sniffling as two more tears rolled down
both of my cheeks.

Disregarding my anxious tears, Hector
played things cool, stretching out his arms across the back of the sofa with
his jeans undone. I could clearly see his massive boner stretching under the
surface of his white boxer briefs, straining to be let free. I felt lightheaded;
my body shivering as he gazed longingly at me standing before him, in just my
bra, G-string panty and black open-toe high heels.

“Damn! You are fine…Stop with the crying now. Hector’s gonna treat you nice. I promise,’ he said

“Listen: You
and me are gonna make some good money together,” he said.

“That’s what you
want. Right babe?” he asked. I nodded in reply, wiping the tears away from my
face and sniffling as I smiled back at him sheepishly.

“Come on now, take it all off for
me,” he said.

I reached my trembling hands up to my
chest and unsnapped the clasp of my white strapless demi bra. My tears
wouldn’t stop flowing as I removed my bra and stared down at my milk-white B-cup sized breasts,
with their small light pink nipples. Spending too much of my free time in a
bikini on the sunny beaches around Miami had left a noticeable tan line around my
tits, accentuating the bronzed tint of the rest of my body’s luminous young skin.

“Nice… That’s it babe,” he said, grinning lustfully at the sight of my succulent  and pert breasts.

As I reached my hands to my waist and looped my
thumbs through the G-strings of my white thong, Hector lifted his butt off of the
sofa and wriggled out of his jeans and white boxer briefs in anxious anticipation.

A warm twinge of arousal unexpectedly pulsed through
my groin as my eyes were drawn to the huge erection poking up from Hector’s lap. Oh
my God! He was so-o-o well hung… with the kind of long thick cock I’d only seen
being wielded by the hunky men in porno movies. It was definitely the biggest
cock I’d ever seen in real life… and it totally turned me on. My nausea quickly
began to recede, replaced with a the warm titillation of sexual desire.

My pussy was already getting moist as
I seductively pulled my thong panty down my smooth tanned legs and then stepped out
of it. I was now standing in front of Hector completely naked, except for my
black leather-strap high heels, just like he had asked. 

“Shit girl! You are crazy gorgeous,”
Hector said, excitedly eyeing the perfectly groomed little landing strip of
black pubic hair above my smooth slit.

After removing a large barrette from the
back of my head, I teased my fingers through my long wavy black hair, letting
some of it fall seductively around my shoulders.

Hector leaned forward from the
sofa and gently grasped each of my hands in his, coaxing me to kneel in front of the sofa, in-between his legs. As I placed my hands on top of his knees, my clit
tingled with erotic excitement at the sight of his smooth and cleanly shaved junk. Damn! His cock was big. My face was so close to it, I could see the glistening clear pre-cum oozing from the tip.

Hector gently brushed the bangs of my
wavy long black hair away from my face, reaching his hand around the back of my neck
as he nudged my mouth toward his cock.

I gazed up timidly into
his dark enchanting eyes, my pussy warming with desire as I parted my lips and slipping them sensuously over the enormous head of his erect cock. I could taste the salty
pre-cum oozing out of him as I opened my mouth wide, swirling my tongue teasingly around
the tip.

My apprehensions over meeting Hector quickly became a distant memory, as
my pussy began to ache for the gorgeously big stiff cock now filling my mouth.

“Mmmm… Yeah… That’s it babe,”
Hector whispered, watching with excited arousal as my bulbous red lips stretched
wide and slowly slipped down his thick shaft.

“Mmmm… Sh-i-i-t… That’s it. Suck it
real good,” he said, leaning his head back in pure ecstasy. I wrapped the
fingers of both my hands around the base of his huge slippery cock and began rubbing
them up and down in rhythm with my bobbing head.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, the tender lips
of my pussy swelling with arousal as the sound of my mouth slurping up and down
over Hector’s big thick shaft made me so incredibly horny. I yearned to feel his massive cock deep inside of me.

After a few minutes of giving head
to my new pimp’s massive cock, my jaw muscles were beginning to grow sore but… When I tried to
pull my head back, Hector clinched my hair tightly in his fist, holding my mouth
firmly in place as I pressed the palms of my hands against his pelvis in alarm.

“Wait… Wait… Keep sucking it babe.
That’s it… Suck it re-e-a-l nice!” he said crassly, using his fistful of my hair to press my head down
forcefully, as his big thick cock began to slide down the back of my throat.

“Arghl!” I groaned, bucking my head
in distress as I began to choke.

“Mmmm… Fuck!… Y-e-e-a-h!” he moaned,
as my lips came to rest on the hairless base of his thick shaft. “A-A-ARGHL!” I
groaned again in panic, flailing my arms in despair as I desperately
tried to control my gag reflex.

“A-h-h-h!” Hector moaned, finally
releasing his grip on my hair. I immediately jerked my head back, retching and
gasped for breath, as pre-cum and drool dripped off my chin in a long silky string down to
the rug in front of the sofa.

“Come on up here now girl,” Hector said,
gently grasping my upper arms as he helped me climb up onto the sofa.

“You… um… have
protection… Right?” I asked meekly, still catching my breath as I straddled his
naked lap.

“Fuck that shit… I go bareback with my bitches,” he said, pressing my
hips down hard as I reached between my thighs to guide his slippery cock into my
soaking wet pussy.

“O-h-h-h… F-u-u-c-k,” I moaned, grinning with burning erotic pleasure as
Hector’s stiff thick cock entered me, spreading my tight little slit wide.

“S-h-i-i-t!” he moaned in delight, reaching
around with both hands to clinch my exquisitely firm butt cheeks tightly in his hands.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and began grinding my hips, riding
his long stiff cock in unrestrained sexual pleasure. God! His cock felt fucking
awesome as it probed deep inside of me.

“Come on… Harder!… Fuck me harder!”
Hector said, delivering a slap to my ass with his open hand…
followed immediately by another one, much more painful, that left a stinging set of blush-red marks on my butt cheek.

“OW!” I yelled, bouncing my hips
wildly up and down on his lap in aroused pleasure, as he delivered several more stinging slaps to my sore red ass. The combined sensations of pain and pleasure felt absolutely exquisite. Sweat began to bead up on my chest as I worked his cock hard, like a dirty little slut.

“That’s it babe… Fuck me!… Fuck me
good!” Hector yelled, groping my tits with his hands as he leaned his head
forward to suck on my erect nipples. My pussy tingled with intense arousal, sensing he was close to climax. I ached to feel Hector’s hot cum erupt inside of me.

“OH!… O-o-o-h!” I moaned in
rapturous pleasure, arching my back. I cupped my hands behind his head, rubbing my fingers on his closely cropped
head of hair as his tongue flicked and teasingly scraped my erect nipples. Fuck!
I wanted to cum all over his big thick cock.

“Fuck yeah! Work it!… Work it girl!”
Hector yelled, close to ejaculating. He bucked his hips forcefully under me, driving his
long stiff cock deep inside of my tight little pink pussy.

“Yeah!… Yeah!” I whimpered, my body
glistening with sweat as I pinched and twisted Hector’s nipples teasingly
between my fingers. I was in ecstasy; feeling a climax building up inside of me as
I leaned my head down and tongue kissed him passionately.

“Here, lie down,” Hector said, panting
from sexual exertion as he pivoted his body.

As I wrapped my legs around the
back of his thighs and held on, he laid me back against the slippery white
leather sofa, propping himself up with his outstretched arms on either side of
my naked body.

“OH!… OH!… OH!…” I yelled, as Hector
began thrusting his hips in and out, pounding his stiff cock into my tight
soaking-wet hole.

“You like that bitch,” he grunted, lifting
my ankles onto his shoulders as he began to pile drive his big thick cock deep
into his newest bitch’s tight wet cunt.

“O-o-o-h… Y-e-e-a-h,” I moaned in erotic
pleasure, placing my hands behind my knees as I pulled my thighs tightly against my chest. My high heels (the only piece of clothing left on my body) bounced wildly against his shoulders as he pounded his cock relentlessly into my hot wet pussy.

“Give it to me… Fuck me!… Yes!…
Yes!… YES!” I yelled, my thigh muscles tensing with anticipation as
sensuous waves of sexual pleasure began to cascade deep inside my pussy. Every fiber of my being craved his hot seed.

“A-H-H-H!” Hector moaned in sexual
release, his cock exploding in streams of hot cum as the sound of his pelvis
slapping against my firm ass cheeks echoed throughout his apartment.

“O-H-H-H!… YES!… FUCK!… YES!”
I screamed, bucking my hips to the rhythm of Hector’s thrusts, as a massive
orgasm began to ripple through my groin.

“O-O-O-H!… M-M-M-M!” I moaned in erotic
delight, reaching my hands around the back of his neck as I hugged him so tightly,
that my back lifted up from the sofa. My whole body shuddered in waves of orgasmic pleasure as his thick stiff cock continued to pound into my soaking
wet little pussy. He owned me.

Gasped for breath in erotic pleasure,
I tensed my pussy, milking the last few lustful streams of cum from the head of his pulsating cock. He laid his naked sweaty body on top of me, out two bodies heaving from exhaustion as I unwrapped
my legs from around the back of his muscular thighs.

As I basked in the last pleasurable waves of my fading orgasm, Hector’s softening cock slipped out of me. I felt a warm trickle of fluid ooze out of my  soaking wet pussy, creating a pool of cum on the white leather sofa under my naked butt cheeks.

———-

It was just after sunset as I stood
outside on the curb in front of Hector’s apartment building, waiting for Myra
to arrive. I was still aglow from my first completely erotic sexual encounter
with my new pimp.

“I
wonder if Myra’s first time with Hector was that amazing,”
I thought to myself, feeling an unexpected twinge of jealousy toward my friend. A few
minutes later, Myra pulled to the curb in her beat up old Honda civic hatchback
and I jumped into the passenger seat.

“So… How’d it go?” Myra asked
excitedly as she pulled out of the driveway of the apartment complex into
traffic.

“Good. He wants us to come with him
on the El Portal. This Friday night is the next cruise… but we would have to
take off work on Saturday,” I said, still a bit unsure if this was all such a
good idea.

“Yeah. I know…. He texted me right
after you did. I knew he would like you,” Myra said, smiling in satisfaction as
she merged onto I-195, heading back to the mainland from Miami Beach.

“So… Did he fuck you?” Myra asked
bluntly.

“What? My!… Seriously!” I said,
blushing with embarrassment.

“You two totally did it. I can tell…
He’s unbelievable in bed, isn’t he?” Myra asked, continuing to probe. I just
smiled coyly as I stared out the passenger window at the dark still waters of
Biscayne Bay.

“Oh, come on… Crystal? You’re not
going to tell me anything?” Myra said incredulously.

“Well… He’s definitely a hunk…
and I… um… I like how he takes charge. No bullshit, like with other guys. You
know?” I said, getting aroused again just thinking about Hector’s gorgeous
muscular body and how his huge cock gave me such a massive orgasm.

“Yeah… I know,” she said, like she
knew exactly what I was thinking.

(continued at “Crystal’s Smutty Voyage – Part II”)

On My 18th Birthday

She had been both awaiting this day and dreading this day for a long time. Her 18th birthday party. She had turned 18 just a few days before, but the town tradition was to wait until the first weekend after turning 18 in order to celebrate. Her town however was a little different than any other.

Long ago the town had been in danger of dying off. For a reason no one had ever been able to figure out many of the women in the town had a great deal of trouble conceiving children, and many of those that were conceived had been born sickly an weak, often falling before a childhood ailment before reaching adulthood. Weak sperm had been blamed for the problem. For a time they had despaired, many had moved away or simply given up on having children. Then an unnamed resident had come up with an idea: have every man in town attempt to impregnate a woman at the same time. He had reasoned that if all of the men inseminated a woman at the same time then only the strongest sperm would reach the egg. Although it had taken some convincing in the end it had worked. The women were again giving birth to healthy and robust children. In order to keep the population of the town up it had been decided that on a girl’s 18th birthday, every man in town, baring her relatives of course, would gather to celebrate her birthday and usher her into motherhood. Now her town was not so barbaric as to force women to participate, and many women did refuse, however almost invariably the women who refused later gave birth to sickly and ill children, and often elected to participate in the gangbang latter.

Even though by the standards of her town it was perfectly normal, expected even, she was still nervous. She was excited to be a mother, it was something she had wanted for as long as she could remember, and she was excited to finally be fucked. But still, she was nervous. After all it would be her first time, and her last time until she got married, with the exception of the birthday gangbang premarital sex was something that just wasn’t done in her town. She would be losing her virginity and getting pregnant on the same night.

She slowly got dressed, her mom had advised her not to wear any underwear, as the men sometimes worked themselves into a frenzy before a pregnancy party and underwear rarely survived the experience, and to wear something loose that was easy to take off. She opted for a blue sundress and nothing underneath it. She felt a little silly, she had never gone out in public without underwear before, and given the time of year she was worried that she would be cold, though she supposed that she wouldn’t have to worry about it for long.

At last the time came and she headed downstairs. She kissed her parents goodbye and they both wished her luck. She made the short walk to the convention center and shivered in the cold of the late autumn air. Most of the houses she passed were dark and empty. Although pregnancy parties were typically male driven affairs some of the women from the town would come to watch, either to make sure their men got a turn, or because they got some sort of perverted thrill out of the event. Couples breaking off from the group to have some fun of their own was not unheard of. As she approached the convention center she saw the crowd that was gathered in front of it and felt her legs go a little weak. It looked like literally every man in town above the age of 18 was present. She saw one of her ex boyfriends hanging around the edge of the crowd and realized that every man meant the ones that she didn’t care for too…

She passed through the crowd, feeling a few stray hands brush against her body as she went. She could feel the excitement in the air and some of the men were having trouble controlling themselves. She made her way to the breeding hall and looked around a bed had been set up in the center of the room and already the room was full to bursting with men in every state of dress, from fully dressed and calm, to completely naked with their cocks in hand. She walked over to the table that had been provided for her and started to undress. She had originally planned on saying something to the crowd, some kind of greeting, but she found that once she got there her words failed her. As she stood before the group, completely bare before a man for the first time since childhood, she gulped and managed a few words “let’s begin shall we?” she said, the tremble of both excitement and fear filling her voice.

The crowd rushed forward, surrounding her in the space of a breath. The men who were already undressed had an advantage over the rest and she found herself being urged to her knees, surrounded by naked men that she had known for most of her life. A number of cocks were presented to her and she accepted one into her mouth before taking another two in her hands. She did her best with her limited experience, stroking the cocks with each hand while trying to suck on the cock in her mouth at the same time. She found that trying to do all three at the same time was rather difficult, like trying to rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time. She gagged slightly as the cock in her mouth pressed forward, forcing her to take all of its length into her mouth. All at once an explosion of cum filled her mouth taking her completely by surprise. She swallowed instinctively and the man withdrew. In a moment another cock was in front of her and she took this one into her mouth as well. She heard a groan over the noise in the room and something hot and sticky splashed onto her left breast. Without stopping her motions she realized that the cock in her left hand had cum, leaving her sticky and covered in his seed. Moments later the other cock followed suit and she was again coated in cum.

Hands pawed at her, cupping her breasts, rubbing her ass, a few brave finger quested inside of her pussy, exploring the tight hole. She moaned a little at the intrusion but did her best to keep up with the cocks in front of her. Time passed and she swallowed a few more loads of cum. She did her best not to make eye contact with any of the men around her shy and embarrassed to be in the position she was.

After a time she was urged to her feet, and almost lifted off the ground by the men around her, and carried to the bed. One man was already laying on the bed and she crouched above him, unsure of what to do. He lined his cock up with her asshole and pulled her down on top of him, taking the length of his cock inside the virgin hole. Before she had a chance to even express her surprise at this occurrence another cock forced its way inside her pussy, pinning her between the two men. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly as the two cocks thrust inside of her, one of the men around her took the opportunity and thrust his cock inside her open mouth, monopolizing her last hole. She groaned around the cock in her mouth as the two men started to work in tandem, one thrusting in while the other pulled back before again slamming inside of her. She had expected anal sex to hurt more than it did, but the man below her must have been well lubed. She found that so long as she did her best to relax she rather enjoyed the sensation.

After a moment the cock in her pussy exploded, coating the inside of her cunt with his cum. As he pulled out she felt the first of the cum start to trickle out of her pussy. Scarcely a second passed before another man took the firsts place, thrusting inside of her roughly. He took less care with her than the last, making no effort to time his thrusts with the man filling her ass. She had little attention to spare as the cock in her mouth coated her throat with his cum, leaving her to again swallow the load of sticky sweet fluid. She looked up and realized that the man inside of her now was her next door neighbor, someone who had watched her as a child, she shuddered as he threw back his head and came. She felt the load of cum take its place inside of her, flowing out of her already full pussy and joining the stream. Again she had scarcely a second before another man took his place. This one took more care with her, rubbing and playing with her clit as he slowly worked his cock back and forth in her tight hole. She convulsed and moaned as the first orgasm she had ever had rocked through her. Her partner got off on seeing her orgasm and his cum quickly joined the others. The man below her grabbed her hips and thrust deeply into her ass and she felt his cum fill her.

She was lifted to her feet as the man below her worked his way free, she could feel the flowing stream of cum, now flowing from both her ass and her cunt, dripping down her leg. Another man took his place on the bed and she was again urged down. This time she took the cock below her and guided it into her pussy, facing the man on the bed. He reached up as she took his cock into her and played with her sticky, cum soaked breasts. She moaned again, enjoying the stimulation of her nipples, another new experience for her. As he started to thrust into her she felt someone behind her. She expected another cock to work its way into her ass, but instead it forced its way in alongside the other in her pussy. She cried out as the two cock stretched her formerly virgin hole. They worked their way slowly, filling every space in her between them. Another cock found its way into her mouth and she was grateful for the distraction that it served. Sadly the man in her mouth didn’t last long and another coating of cum joined the other as she swallowed a massive load of semen. One of the cocks in her cunt expelled its load into her already full pussy and withdrew. This time the man behind her took the opportunity to force his way into her ass hole. The cum already expelled into the tight hole serving as ample lubrication for his cock.

She lost count of all of the men who fucked her, and at the end of the night she lay on the bed, alone at last, a sticky layer of cum coating every inch of her body. A number of men had pulled out of her mouth at the last second coating her face, hair, and breasts with their seed. Likewise some of the men had pulled out and sprayed her back with cum, leaving her soaking in semen. A dull ache radiated from her pussy from the assault that it had taken, and she knew that she would be exceptionally sore tomorrow. Though it would all be worth when she was pregnant. The flow of cum from her ravaged pussy had slowed down to a trickle as the excess worked its way out of her. She slowly got dressed and worked her way back home, the warm embrace of a shower beckoning to her.


9 months later…

She sighed as she worked her way out of bed, her
swollen stomach doing its best to keep her there. Her breasts and stomach had both grown and stretched as the baby grew within her, the fruits of her birthday party. She kind of wished that she knew who the biological father of her child was, but that was strictly against the rules. She had attended the parties of a few of her friends, and gotten quite a few compliments, and a few stray touches. She had found herself more horny than she had ever been in her life, the baby throwing her hormones out of whack. Life had changed in the last 9 months. She was excited for her next party… and another child…

The Boathouse – Part II

Two camp counselors discover
that three is definitely the perfect amount of company on a hot summer night

After the closing act, all of the camp counselors stood in a
line up on stage, taking bows and giving each other high fives as the children in
the audience applauded, whistled and cheered. It was the end of summer show they
always put on for the kids – a mixture of badly acted vaudeville and
silly slapstick, with the camp counselors basically making fools of each other for
the enjoyment of the kids. From the uproarious laughter coming from the
audience, this year’s show was another smashing success.

As several of the camp counselors escorted the kids off out
of the small amphitheater, Reggie, the camp director, scanned the stage looking
for “victims” as most of his staff tried to avoid eye contact with him:
“Hey! Some of you guys have gotta stay and help clean up this mess,” he yelled
over the roar of the chaos. “Bridget and I will do it,” Aaron
yelled as he hopped down from the stage and grabbed Bridget’s arm. “No… No, I’m
late for something,” Bridget said laughing as she playfully tried to squirm her
arm free from Aaron’s grip. “Ha-ha… Come on Bee,” Aaron said, spinning Bridget
around to face the stage. “Hey… Stew, come help us out dude?” Aaron said as he
noticed Stewart attempting to sneak behind Reggie undetected.

“Who? Me?” Stewart said, surprised that Aaron was even
speaking to him. A week had passed since Stewart’s erotic encounter with Aaron
in the boathouse
. That’s all Stewart had thought about since: How he and Aaron
had drank a few beers by the campfire late into the night and then crept into
the dark boathouse to smoke a joint. How they both had sat together on the old
smelly futon, each fantasying about how they would fuck their favorite hot camp
counselor babe (which, for Stewart, was Bridget, without a doubt). How Aaron
had started jerking himself off next to Stewart on the futon… and Stewart had
followed his lead, unzipping his fly and masturbating as he fantasized about
fucking Bridget. How Aaron had completely shocked Stewart by jumping down onto
his knees in the darkness of the boathouse to suck Stewart’s stiff cock. How Stewart,
overcome by erotic desire from his first sexual experience with another dude, had
returned the favor, kneeling down in front of Aaron’s toned naked body to suck
him off until his fellow camp counselor blew his load all over Stewart’s face. Stewart
was still jerking himself off regularly as he fantasized about fucking chicks raw
in every sexual position he could think of but… After the encounter with Aaron in the Boathouse, he also couldn’t stop his mind
from wondering on occasion, fantasying about Aaron’s hunky frame and big thick erection
dangling in front of his face.

Since that night in the boathouse a week ago, Stewart had
tried in frustration to reconnect with Aaron as they both went about their respective camp
counselor duties but… With all of the activity at the camp, Stewart wasn’t able
to find a time when the two of them were alone together. He had dejectedly
concluded Aaron was trying to avoid him… but, now, here was Aaron roping him into
being part of the clean up crew alone with Bridget. “Maybe Aaron is not trying to avoid me after all,” Stewart thought to
himself.

“Yeah… Don’t run off Stew. There’s a lot of mess for us to clean up,”
Bridget said, smiling up at him as she stood next to Aaron in front of the
stage. “Holy shit. Bridget is actually
talking to me!”
Stewart thought to himself, his mind racing anxiously at
the thought of spending time with Bridget – his number one fantasy girl among
all of the hot camp counselor babes. “Ah… Sure. Whatever,” Stewart said as indifferently as he could… barely able to contain his extreme elation at Bridget’s attention.

“Cool! Thanks guys.
Just make sure the garbage is picked up and everything on stage is moved back into
the storage room and locked up,” Reggie said as he tossed Aaron the key. “Will
do boss,” Aaron said, smiling as he gave Reggie a big thumbs up.

Stewart immediately got busy, carrying around a large black trash bag to pick
up empty popcorn bags and sticky plastic cups off of the ground around the amphitheater seats as he broiled in
the extreme humidity that still hung in the air, even after sunset. Meanwhile, Bridget
and Aaron started dismantling and stacking the set up on the small stage. “Hey
Stew, when you get a chance, let’s move this shit inside,” Aaron yelled. “Sure,” Stewart
said, dropping the half-full trash bag into a blue garbage pail before hopping
up onto the stage.

Stewart walked gingerly around the push broom Bridget was
using to sweep off the stage, noticing how she had knotted the tails of her
white short sleeve Oxford shirt. Her cute little belly button and the
luminous sweaty skin of her abdomen were visible, driving Stewart wild with arousal. “God
she looks fucking hot, even without her swimsuit on,”
Stewart thought to
himself. He had gawked at Bridget from a distance the entire summer, especially
when she was on lifeguard duty in her one-piece red swimsuit at the camp’s
small lakefront beach. Cleaning up after the show was the closest Stewart had
been to Bridget, except for staring fondly at the back of her head during the
morning camp counselor’s staff meetings. As he walked by her, Stewart turned his
head briefly to sneak a quick peek at Bridget’s gorgeous ass. Her toned butt
cheeks were hanging out teasingly below the bottom of her super tight tan short
shorts as she pushed the broom across the stage.

As Bridget finished sweeping up, the two men cleared the
larger set pieces from the stage… Each of them picking up an end and walking back
into the storage room. Once all of the set pieces were leaning against the wall,
Aaron and Stewart walked the old plaid Americana couch (circa 1975) into the
storage room and placed it in front of the set pieces to brace them against the
wall. Bridget joined them in the storage room, holding the push broom and
several props, including a bright purple feather boa, big Texas cowboy hat and
the kind of black mask you’d see the mustachioed villain in one of those
old-time black and white silent movies wear as he lashed a woman to the train
tracks.

“That’s the last of it,” Bridget said as she playfully
wrapped the purple feather boa around her neck. “So, how do I look boys?” she
asked, stretching out the thin elastic band in back of her head as she placed the
villain’s black mask over her eyes. “Ha-ha… You look like a slutty Cat Woman,”
Aaron said, laughing as Bridget strutted around in a circle, twirling the
feather boa to her side. “Behave yourself sir,” Bridget said as she grabbed the over-sized cowboy hat and forcefully jammed it onto Aaron’s head so tightly, it
slipped down past his ears. “I think this would look better on Stew,” Bridget
said, unwinding the feather boa from around her neck and laughing playfully as
she tried to loop it over Stewart’s head. “Ha-ha… Yeah… Totally your color dude,”
Aaron said, as Stewart tried to duck out of the way. Aaron removed the cowboy
hat and smoothed back his shoulder length sandy blond hair as he closed the
door of the storage room to access the small refrigerator hidden under the
counter behind it.

“Score… You guys want some soda,” he said as he grabbed
several bottles of cola out of the frig and opened each of them using the bottle opener screwed
into the door-frame. “Ooh… Totally. Fuck it’s hot,” Bridget said, removing the black villain’s mask as she grabbed
a frosty bottle of cola from Aaron’s hand and taking several long
gulps to quench her thirst. “Sure, thanks,” Stewart said, sipping on his bottle of cold soda as he
tried not to be too obvious about staring at Bridget in her cropped white
Oxford shirt, tight tan short shorts and red converse sneakers with no socks.
“What?” Bridget said. “Oh… Um, nothing,” Stewart said anxiously as he quickly
darted his eyes away from her to the floor.

“The dude totally got a crush on you Bee,” Aaron said.
“That’s not true!” Stewart said blushing, a look of consternation on his
face as his heart began to pound with anxious embarrassment. “Oh, really? I
thought he had a crush on YOU Aaron,” Bridget said mockingly. “WA!…” Stewart
said, almost choking on the soda he was sipping. “Where did you?… Ahhh…
Shit! Aaron! What did you tell her?” Stewart said in panic… unable to deny to himself
that he was totally attracted to both Bridget and Aaron at the same time.

“Don’t worry. It’s cool Stew. If I had the chance, I would have totally gone
down on Aaron again in the boathouse myself,” Bridget said as she smiled and
gave Aaron an exaggerated wink. “Mmmm,” she moaned in a playfully sexy tone,
holding the soda bottle up to her mouth as she suggestively pursed her lips
over the neck and wiggled her tongue inside the opening like she was sucking Aaron’s
cock. “What the fuck Aaron!” Stewart yelled, his voice cracking in alarm. “You…
You fucking told her what happened?” Stewart yelled, his mind reeling with panic
as a wave of titillating excitement came over him. Stewart was getting super
horny, his cock stiffening in his underwear as he realized that he and Bridget
had both sucked Aaron’s cock… and loved it.

“I’m… Um…. I’m not fucking gay… I…I still like girls,”
Stewart said nervously, his mind racing as he searched for the right words. “Yeah…
I also dig the ladies man. Bee knows that, don’t you?” Aaron said, winking back
at Bridget as she nodded and batted her eyes at him. “That doesn’t mean I can’t
suck a nice dick every now and then, you know what I mean?” Aaron said as he reached
his hand to his crotch, sticking out his tongue as he suggestively grabbed his junk.

“Hey… No sweat Stew.
I love cock to… but pussy is so-o-o-o tasty,” Bridget said as she made a “V” on
her chin with her index and middle fingers, then flicked her outstretched
tongue between them like she was eating pussy. “Mmmm… I like it all,” she
said, reaching her hand down and rubbing her fingers in her crotch in arousal. “Really?
You… um… both are like, um… Like to go… You know… both ways?” Stewart said hesitantly
in surprise as his stiff cock throbbed in his underwear.

“Shit… You two have gone and made me so-o-o fucking horny now,
talking about sucking cock and shit,” Bridget said as she stepped over to Aaron,
reaching her hands up to her belly to untie the tails of her white Oxford
shirt. “Holy shit!” Stewart thought
to himself, his heart palpitating as he watched Aaron reach his arm back behind
him to throw the deadbolt, locking them inside the storage room. Aaron was being extra
cautious to avoid someone from the camp stumbling upon the three of them
fornicating inside the dingy little storage room.

“Yeah Bee… You’re way over
dressed right now,” Aaron said flirtingly, reaching his hands up to her waist
to unbutton and unzip her tight shorts. Bridget gazed seductively
into Aaron’s sparkling hazel-blue eyes as she unbuttoned her Oxford shirt and then
dropped it to the floor. Aaron leaned his head down, jamming his tongue passionately
into Bridget’s waiting mouth as he curled his thumbs inside her shorts and pushed them over and down her sultry
hips.

Stewart decided the mood wasn’t exactly right with the stark
florescent lights on in the storage room. He stepped over to the door and flipped
the light switch, casting the storage room into darkness, save for the
moonlight shining through a small window in back of the room, covered by dusty
plastic Venetian blinds. Stewart watched with eager anticipation as the hot action
unfolded in front of him, admiring the two sexy bodies of his camp counselor companions  glowing in the moonlit
storage room as they sensuously stripped off the rest of each other’s clothes…

After Bridget kicked off her red low top sneakers and
stomped out of her tan shorts, she went to work removing Aaron’s clothes… unbuckling
his nylon belt and unzipping the fly of his board shorts. Wearing nothing but
her “hipster” white cotton panty, with little pink polka dots and matching bra, Bridget
dropped to her knees in front of Aaron… yanking down his board shorts and then holding
them down to the floor as Aaron stomped out of them and kicked off his leather
flip-flops. As Bridget stood up, Aaron crossed his arms at his waist, lifting
his yellow camp counselor’s tee shirt up and over his head to expose his
smoothly toned and muscular chest. Mmmm… I’ve missed this,”
Bridget whispered seductively, reaching her hand down inside the
front of Aaron’s blue and white checked boxer shorts and as she began to rub her hand up and down on his huge erection.

Aaron was a tall and muscular young
man, with broad shoulders, a barrel chest and toned six-pack abs. His chiseled
jaw and wavy sandy blonde hair grown out down to his shoulders made him quite a
handsome looking young man. Basically, Aaron was a total “chick magnet”… or,
considering the throbbing erection Stewart had at that point, perhaps it was
more accurate to say that Aaron was just a sexual “magnet” in general. Stewart
was tall and in good shape but a bit lanky in comparison to Aaron. He was more
“cute” than handsome, with milk white skin and freckles dotting his face, short
curly reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. Bridget was a strikingly
tall and attractive young woman, with alluring big blue eyes and long straight
blonde hair that she had done up earlier before the show in two cute ponytails
behind her head, accentuating her long sensuous neck. She was a bit small
chested but her phenomenally slim and toned swimmer’s body made up for it.

As Bridget and Aaron stood in front of each other
practically naked, Stewart leaned against the counter in the storage room with
a noticeable erection bulging in stonewashed blue jeans. Unsure of what exactly
he should do but totally turned on by his Bridget and Aaron about
to “get busy” in front of him, Stewart made a bold decision: There was no way he was going pass up this opportunity to get a piece of Bridget’s fine ass.

His heart racing with anxious erotic
excitement, Stewart leaned over to undo
the Velcro straps of his water shoes and then kicking both them off. As he watch Aaron cup his big beefy hands around each side
of Bridget’s jaw and jam his tongue deep into her mouth, Stewart reached his trembling hands up to his waist, unbuttoning and
unzipping his jeans and then clumsily balancing
on one leg at a time to pull off his jeans.

“Mmmm… Let’s fuck… I really want to get fucked,” Bridget said to Aaron, lustfully caressing
his muscular bare chest as he reached behind her back to unhook her white
cotton bra. Aroused beyond belief, Stewart unbuttoned his plaid short sleeve
shirt and dropped it onto the floor on top of his jeans. As he stood there,
with his stiff cock pitching a tent in his “tighty-whities”, Stewart was practically
drooling in lustful delight as Bridget’s bra fell away from her chest.

“Oh my god, would I love to fuck her… Hell,
just touch her,”
Stewart thought to himself, as he pressed his cock up
against his lower abdomen with the palm of his hand and started to stroke it
over the top of his white briefs. Stewart stared longingly at Bridget’s small
pert little breasts… The ones he had fantasied about sucking on countless times
during the summer as he had stealthily pleasured himself under the sheets of
his bed at night. Now, there she was, his number one masturbation fantasy girl,
standing just a few feet away from him in nothing but her cute little white
cotton “hipster” polka dot panty. Stewart ached to join Bridget and Aaron… but, they
looked like they were so into each other, he wasn’t sure how they would react.  

Horny as shit, Aaron wasted no more time, pulling down his blue
and white check boxer shorts and then flopping down completely naked on the end
of the plaid couch, his huge erection sticking straight up from his lap.
“What are you waiting for dude?” Aaron said as Bridget nodded approvingly at
Stewart, then turned her head and dropped to her knees in front of Aaron
sitting on the couch. “Seriously?” Stewart said, as he watched Bridget lower her
head into Aaron’s lap to start sucking him off. “Mmmm…” she moaned, wrapping
the fingers of both her hands around Aaron’s beefy cock as she began to
seductively lick up, down and all around its long shaft and head with her outstretched tongue.

“Ohhh… Shit Bee,” Aaron moaned as the head of his big stiff
cock slid between her bulbous red lips. Stewart watched in total arousal as Bridget’s
head began to bob up and down over Aaron’s lap, her cute blonde ponytails
flapping in unison as she gave him head. “Interesting.
I don’t know who I would rather be right now: Aaron or Bridget?”
Stewart
thought to himself, a twinge of jealously coming over him as he realized just
how much he liked sucking cock now. Still nervous about joining the hot action happening
over at the couch, Stewart leaned against the counter, reaching down into his “tighty-whities” to rub his stiff cock with his fingers, as his pre-cum made his fingers all slippery.

“Ahhh… Sh-h-h-it girl,” Aaron moaned, as he placed his big
strong hand on the top of Bridget’s head. “Mmmm… Yeah,” Aaron moaned, pressing
Bridget’s head down into his lap as his thick cock slid down her throat, making her gag a little.
“Mmmm… Dude, come on,” Aaron said, leaning his head back against the couch in enjoyment as
he held his outstretched arm toward Stewart, beckoning him to couch. Trembling
with anxious excitement, Stewart cautiously walked over to the side of the
couch next to Aaron, his heart pounding as he gazed down at Bridget expertly
throating Aaron’s cock with her eyes tightly closed. Aaron reached around the
back of Stewart’s thighs, tugging him in so close to the couch that Stewart
lost his balance, catching himself with his outstretched hand on Aaron’s muscular
bare shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s it… Come here man,” Aaron whispered as he
reached his big muscle-bound arm up and around the back of Stewart’s neck,
pulling Stewart over the arm of the couch and down toward him. Stewart clumsily leaned over, opening
his mouth expectantly as his heart raced with unbridled erotic excitement. “Mmmm…” Stewart moaned as Aaron’s warm tongue entered his gaping mouth, twirling erotically as Stewart’s cock twitched lustfully in his briefs. Totally turned on by Aaron and Stewart kissing
right in front of her, Bridget turned her head up slightly, straining her eyes
to watch the two men suck face as she increased the pace of the blowjob she was
giving Aaron.

Released from Aaron’s powerful bear hug around his neck, Stewart
leaned back to regain his balance on the side of the couch, watching with aroused
expectation as Aaron cravingly stretched out the elastic waistband of his white
cotton briefs to expose his erect cock. As Stewart’s stiff erection bobbed
straight out in front of him, dripping with pre-cum, Aaron slid his fingers around
the elastic to the back of his briefs and forcefully yanked them down his
hips. As Stewart gazed down in aroused anticipation, Aaron reached between his thighs, cupping Stewart’s balls in the palm of his strong hand and massaged
them as he leaning his head over to take Stewart’s dripping wet cock into his
mouth. “OH!… Ahhh…. Shit!” Stewart moaned in extreme pleasure, holding on to
Aaron’s shoulder for balance as he watched his fellow camp counselor’s lips
stroking up and down over his stiff cock. “God damn! …Aaron gives good head,” Stewart thought to himself, tensing his butt cheeks as he excitedly pumped his pelvis to the rhythm of Aaron’s head.

“Ohhh… Mmmm,” Stewart moaned, his knees trembling with
sexual pleasure and watching with burning desire as Bridget devoured Aaron’s cock dressed in nothing but her cotton panty. The
scene was so amazingly erotic to Stewart, it took all of the concentration he
could muster to avoid blowing his load into Aaron’s succulent mouth.
“Ohhh… S-h-h-i-i-t,” Stewart yelled, clinching his butt cheeks tightly as he eagerly
prepared to climax in Aaron’s warm mouth.

“Ok… Ok… Wait now,” Aaron said, pushing Bridget’s head back as he abruptly stopped his skillful oral stimulation of Stewart’s erect cock.
“AW! What? I want to taste your cum,” Bridget said with a pouty expression on
her face. Stewart was just as disappointed as Bridget, breathing heavy as his
slippery wet cock pulsed near Aaron’s face on the edge of climax. “Not this time Bee,” Aaron said
as he stood up from the couch. “It’s time for the two of you to mixed it up,”
Aaron said, pulling Stewart by the arm and coaxing him to lie face up on the
cheesy plaid couch. “Oooh… Fuck yeah!” Bridget said excitedly as she pulled Stewart’s
white briefs the rest of the way down his legs and off of his feet. Standing back up, she quickly removed her
white cotton polka dot panty, daintily stretching it out on the sides
with her thumbs as she seductively twisted her hips from side to side. From his position lying down on the couch, Stewart stared up wide-eyed
in delight at the sight of Bridget’s smoothly shaved little pussy, with its
glistening wet pink slit.

Bridget climbed onto the couch completely naked, straddling
Stewart’s hips as she leaned over and passionately tongue kissed him. Realizing
his summer-long fantasy of fucking Bridget was about to come true, Stewart
closed his eyes, reaching both his hands around to caress Bridget’s sweet toned
ass as he felt Bridget’s fingers begin to stroke his slippery wet shaft.
“Mmmm,” Stewart moaned with excited expectation as Bridget stroked the head of his
cock against the tender lips of her exquisitely pink little pussy. Stewart
leaned his head up off of the couch to suck on Bridget’s pert little tits as he
felt his cock slide into her tight little pussy. “Mmmm… Y-e-e-ah,”
Bridget moaned, so wet and horny as she began to ungulate her hips over
Stewart’s crotch, riding him cowgirl style as the full length of his stiff cock
slid deep inside of her. “Is this really
happening? I can’t believe it,”
Stewart thought to himself, fondling both
of Bridget’s tits with his hands and pumping his hips in surreal sexual
pleasure under Bridget’ writhing hot body.

As Bridget continued to fuck Stewart’s brains out on the
couch, Aaron got in a kneeling position behind her, stroking his massive
erection as he stared longingly at her cute little brown anus. Aaron wrapped
the fingers of his strong hand around the back of Bridget’s neck, forcing her
down against Stewart’s body as he guided the head of his big wet cock to her
butthole. “Oooh… b-a-a-by,” Bridget moaned as she leaned down, pressing her chest
tightly against Stewart’s face and breathing heavily through her pursed lips as
she felt her anus slide around the rim of Aaron’s cock. “Oooh… Fuck… Yeah… Mmmm,”
Bridget moaned as Aaron angled his pelvis forward, pumping his
massive stiff cock deeper up into Bridget’s tight little asshole. Stewart was aroused
beyond belief, feeling Aaron’s cock sliding against his own as the two men
double penetrated their hot little camp counselor babe.

“OH… Sh-i-i-t girl,” Aaron moaned as he began pounding
Bridget’s asshole raw with his huge cock, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the dingy little storage room. “Mmm… Mmm… Mmm!” Stewart moaned,
pumping his cock deep into Bridget’s tight pussy from underneath as he tried to
match Aaron’s rhythm. “OH! OH! OH!… Fuck me… Yes!… YES!,” Bridget yelled,
rhythmically rolling her hips back and forth… both of her holes filled up with
cock as she gasped for breath in intense sexual pleasure.

As Stewart fucked Bridget’s pussy from below, he could feel
Aaron’s big long shaft against his cock as it slid in and out of Bridget’ tight
asshole. Stewart was feeling so completely aroused, he couldn’t take it
anymore. “AHHH!… AHHH!… MMMM!” he moaned as his cock erupted inside Bridget’s
pussy, unloading streams of his cum deep inside of her. “Yeah!… Yeah!…
OOOOH!” Bridget moaned bouncing up and down on Stewart’s lap as she felt an
intense orgasm building up inside of her. “Fuck yeah… Hmmm… Hmmm…. Hmmm,” Aaron
groaned nearing climax himself… his long stiff cock penetrating deep up inside Bridget’s asshole
as he felt Stewart’s cock ejaculating inside of her.

“MMMM!… AHHH!… AHHH!… FUCK, Y-E-E-AH!” Aaron yelled in
sexual euphoria as his cock exploded, ejaculating its load up Bridget’s tight little asshole as she shrieked with pleasure. “OOOH!… FUCK IT!… YES!… YES!…  FUCK IT!… OH!… OH!… OH!…. MMMM!… MMMM!”
Bridget screamed, writhing in sexual ecstasy as she climaxed… bucking her hips
in delight as sensuous waves of intense sexual elation rippling from
her groin to every corner of her body.

“Ohhh… Yeah…” Bridget whimpered in exhaustion as Aaron gently pulled his
stiff cock out her stretched anus. Leaning back on her outstretched arms for
support, she strained to turn her head toward Aaron in back of her as the two
passionately kissed. Stewart’s limp wet cock slipped out of Bridget’s soaking pussy as he gently caressed up and down the sides of her hot sweaty body. Bridget turned her had back to him, hovering her chest over his as she kissed him on the mouth, then smiled as she seductively
bit on his lower lip.

“Shit!” Bridget said, awkwardly standing up from the
couch as pearly white cum dribbled out of both her holes… a few dollops falling onto the
ugly plaid couch and dirty linoleum floor. She snatched her white cotton panty
from the floor and pulled it on as the jizz oozed out of her pussy and anus, quickly soaking through to create a huge wet spot in her crotch.

Stewart got up from the couch and walked naked across the
dingy linoleum floor of the storage room to turn on the light. As the three
camp counselor’s gathered their clothes from the floor and got dressed, he
couldn’t help but smile, completely sexually satiated and still in disbelief
that he had fucked his dream girl… and also been sucked off by his dream guy
during the same night. “What an awesome
fucking night,”
Stewart thought to himself.

“Well… That was fun. You two sure are great ‘fuck buddies’,” Bridget said playfully as she tucked her oxford shirt into her
tight tan short shorts. “Yeah… We totally have to do this again guys. What do
you say Stew? You in for tomorrow night? We can smoke a joint in the boathouse
again,” Aaron said as he pulled his yellow camp counselor’s tee shirt on over
his head. “Um… Sure. I guess so… I… I mean… I’d like that… You know… If you both want to,” Stewart said awkwardly. “You’re so cute,” Bridget said, teasingly
giving Stewart a kiss on the cheek as he threw the
deadbolt open to unlock the door.

“Tomorrow night would be cool,” Bridget said.
“We can both suck Aaron’s gorgeous cock together… Would you like that?”
she said, leaning in to whisper her words in Stewart’s ear before giving him a seductive bite on his earlobe. Stewart grinned back at her nervously and nodded, acknowledging their mutual attraction to Aaron.

“Excellent! Tomorrow night it is,” Aaron said buoyantly. “I
can’t wait to take a piece of that tight little ass of yours man,” Aaron said exuberantly
as he slapped Stewart’s ass hard and then tightly clinching his fingers around Stewart’s
butt cheek, shaking it aggressively like he owned it. Stewart’s eyes opened
wide in apprehensive arousal, his anus puckering briefly as he contemplating
how it would feel to have Aaron’s thick cock slide up into his tight virgin asshole.
“Ooh… You two are getting me all steamy again,” Bridget said as Aaron pressed Stewart
against the door-frame… suggestively stroking the front of his jeans as he planting
a big wet kiss on Stewart’s hungry lips. Stewart closed his eyes and sheepishly melted with
desire, parting his lips to chew on Aaron’s slippery sensuous tongue.

“…We better leave before Stew bends over now begging for it,”
Bridget said teasingly as the three of them stepped through the open doorway of
the storage room and onto the side of the stage. “Plenty of that tomorrow
night, I think,” Aaron said, playfully goosing Stewart’s ass as he coyly squirmed
past him in the doorway. “Shit! Cut it out. Someone could hear us,” Stewart whispered
disapprovingly, looking around the darkened stage nervously as Bridget and
Aaron chuckled to each other.

After Aaron switched off the lights and locked the door of
the storage room behind him, the three newfound “friends with benefits” strolled
back in the moonlit darkness to the camp counselor’s quarters. After climbing
into bed, Stewart stared up at the ceiling of his darkened small room,
still in a bit of disbelief at the awesome threesome action he had experienced
with Bridget and Aaron back at the storage room. He slowly drifted off to
sleep, wondering about the new erotic sexual adventure awaiting him tomorrow
night… back where it all started in the boathouse.

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