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
“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.
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
“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
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
“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
“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.
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
“Oh… Um… Can’t I just hang out on
the balcony or something?” she asked.
“It’s okay My… I’ll text you,” I
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
“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.
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
“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
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
“You’re gonna have to show me
you’re down with the program here… or this ain’t gonna work out,” he said
“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
“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
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
“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
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.
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
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
“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
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
“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.
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
“So… How’d it go?” Myra asked
excitedly, as she pulled out of the driveway of the apartment complex and into
“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
“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)