This is a work of Fiction although some scenes may have been inspired by real events, thoughts or fantasies. This is a test to see how the story is received, it was written for my wife but she asked me to post it online. IF the reception is good I will continue the story and look at posting it on other sites.

Enjoy

Cruise Slut: Embarkation Day (part 2)

”Becca, Becca snap out of it” I am vaguely aware of him talking to me and gently shaking my shoulder. “You can stop now. Our guests are ready to leave, why don’t you thank them for stopping by to check on us.” 

Guests, we have guests, I still have a double ended dildo stuffed in my hole, I’m naked and have been furiously vibrating myself and we have guests. As I am processing that and trying to recover a wave of euphoria spreads across my body, it starts in my clit and radiates outward, oh no I think I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I start trying to do math in my head. It’s not that I like math, I hate it, I’m horrible at it, 2 2 = 4, 4 4 = 8, 8 8 = 16, 16…… That settled me down. I look over to see our guests and discover it’s a man and a woman, both small in stature, dressed in uniforms of the ship's staff. 

“Come on Becca, come and Thank our guests. They are our Cabin attendants. I have told them of our needs, they’ll make sure we have plenty of towels, and ice.” I climb down off the bed and drop to my knees, I know what he means when he says Thank them. 

“Sunny is our Cabin Steward” he says, she has promised to take care of everything we need this trip. “Her helper is Yoni, he will be around whenever Sunny is unavailable.” I crawl over to them “Thank you” I say “ how may I help you?” I start to reach up as I sit up straighter, resting on my knees, and shins. I am aware that I am naked, drenched in sweat and my own juices but then they had been there watching me get that way so what does it matter. I wonder who I should start with. Yoni would be my first choice. I'm very comfortable with a cock in my mouth, more so than with my tongue between a woman’s legs, although neither are foreign areas to me. I look up at them to see if that helps me decide. Yoni is best described as cute, they are both short and look like they are probably from the Philippines or somewhere similar. I am struck by Sunny’s appearance however. She is very attractive with a bright smile, piercing eyes and despite wearing it up it’s obvious she has long hair, I can imagine it framing her face. The other things that are obvious are her breasts. Despite the uniform, typically unflattering of the female form, it’s very obvious that she has nice breasts. Much larger than you usually see in this situation, they’re fully covered but still seem like they are trying to bust free. I wonder if Yoni usually gets to play with them, lick them and suck on them. Suddenly I’m no longer aware of my nudity or anything else. My decision is made. I'm starting with Sunny and those tits. I know her tits are not what he is expecting me to worry about to Thank her, he’s expecting my tongue between her legs, between her lips and flicking across her clit until she cums. Oh my Gawd, I just realize if I make her cum then it will be OK for me to cum at the same time. I’m going to start with her, and regardless I want those tits first. I’ll pleasure her first and myself at the same time, get in at least one Orgasm as I eat her then I’ll move on to Yoni, although I doubt he has much to offer that is not really my concern. I move towards her and reach up, I’m going to get those tits out first, they must be delicious. 

As I reach for her she moves toward the doorway, out of my reach and says to him “Thank You very much, we must go now. Have a good day Yoni will bring towels later.” With that they left, along with them any chance for me to get relief from the pressure building within. 

“You saw her tits, didn’t you?I saw the look in your eyes, saw you reaching for them. Do you really think that even if they had stayed to enjoy your talents that she would have had the time for you to play with her tits. She’s a busy lady and would have expected you to get to the heart of the matter. Alas they didn’t have time to hang out with you so that you could cum, but they did seem to enjoy watching you earlier. It’s really a shame they had to go, Yoni probably had a good solid 3 inches, it would have been fun to watch you cum from the smallest dick you’ve ever seen. And I have no doubt you would have, probably just from looking at it.”

“Oh and don’t worry I explained to them that our cabin door will almost always be open, that they are free to come in as needed and that you will be naked at all times and they don’t need to worry about it.”

“Why don’t you lay down and get some rest. I’m going to sneak out and take care of a few things.” He comes over and embraces me, hugs me tight and says ”I love you. I hope you enjoy our trip. Don’t worry since I’m leaving I will close the door,  You rest for a little bit, remember don’t think you can get dressed because I’m leaving. In fact I’ll turn up the heat so you stay warm, I don’t want you even covered up, I expect the sheets to be undisturbed when I get back.” He kisses me and heads out but stops at the desk and picks up the phone. “Yes Hello, Room Service? Aww, yes great. Yes, please. I’d like to order some chocolate covered strawberries to my cabin. Yes immediately please. I’m stepping out but my wife’s here resting, please ask whomever delivers them to not knock, just come in drop them off. Let them know I have left a $ tip for them, so be sure to look for it. Thank You!”

“Where is the cash for the tip Honey?”

“Oh it’s right here” he says, pulling 5 singles from his pocket and twisting one end of all the bills together, like a bunch of flowers. He comes back to the bed, spreads my legs and inserts the end of the bouquet between the folds of my flower. ”Be sure the delivery person gets their tip, of course they’re welcome to more if they would like…Sweet dreams my lovely”

I’m laying here in bed, my pussy practically screaming, begging for release. My legs are spread, I don’t even think about closing them, don’t think of covering up despite knowing someone is coming to visit me and drop off strawberries. I think about my pussy lovingly holding their tip. I wonder who will show up, what will they think, what will they want? I hope that they want more than the 5 dollars that will be completely drenched in my juices if they don’t get here soon. If he, or she, wants more, who am I to deprive them. I’m pretty sure I can cum at this point just from thinking about a nice hard cock, but I won’t, I can’t. 

I hear the door opening, and the sound of a cart rolling. “Oh, I am so sorry ma’am” she says as she turns her back “you can cover up. I am sorry the instructions said to not knock, just come in and deliver, you would be resting.”

“It’s quite alright, I am resting but not sleeping. I am sorry but I can’t cover up, I’m not allowed to.” “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

She turns back towards me “it’s OK if you are OK.” I notice how sweet and cute she is, mentally I’m already offering myself, hoping she will accept my advances, I’m so selfish. I just want to cum and will do anything, do anyone to get there. 

“Thank You for bringing the strawberries, you may set them on the counter. Great, good job. My husband has left a tip here for you, but you’ll have to come over here and take it, I’m not allowed to get up. She looks over at me, completely naked, with my current tattoos, my legs spread with her tip inserted between the folds of my womanhood. I notice that her eyes appear to be as big as saucers as she soaks in the sight of me.

 “Please come and get your tip, it’s yours and I don’t want you giving it up because my husband isn’t here to hand it to you, you’ve earned it. That’s good, come a little bit closer, I won’t bite. I may do many things but I won’t bite you. Unless you ask really nicely.” 

She finally works her way over to me, staring the whole time. 

“It’s fine,” I say. She is so close I can now read her name tag “Shelly just take the cash I have here for you. She leans down to grasp the cash from my pussy, but as she does her hand brushes against my leg. It feels like a lightning bolt struck me through her fingers and traveled from her fingers into my body, racing away in all directions. One finger of heat spread from her touch directly to my clit and I whimpered. After much pondering and a couple of failed attempts to gather the cash she grasps it firmly and pulls it from me. It takes every ounce of will-power I have to keep from cumming, screaming out in a gut wrenching orgasm. I maintain my composure, look at her and volunteer “You may have more than that for your tip Sweetie if you would like. You may have any part of me, or have me do anything you desire if you would like. You are beautiful and sexy as hell and I would be pleased to be yours if you’ll have me.” She stops and looks at me, I can see her eyes taking in every part of me and realizing, or wondering I’m not sure which, exactly what my offer might mean. Maybe it was hallucinations or just wishful thinking on my part but I would swear that I saw her flick her tongue lightly across her lips. Yes, oh my god yes she’s going to run that tongue across my lips next, my pressure is building up, I know I will explode as soon as her tongue grazes my clit, the hell with his rule of no orgasm if I’m not pleasuring her. But then if she decides to eat my pussy right here and now then I think it is safe to presume that it is because she is deriving pleasure from it, so I am free to cum and drench her pretty little face with my juices. On the other hand if she wants to trade places with me, so her lithe little body is lying where I am right now I’ll be more than happy to induce my orgasm by running my tongue through her lips, licking and sucking her small but I’m sure pert and firm tits and nibbling on her nipples. Gawd as soon as she moans the first time I’ll be free to cum. Gawd please Sexy little thing, please say yes to something. I stare at her longingly, probably with a hunger in my eyes. 

“Shelly, please?” I realize I am fingering myself again as I plead with her. 

Finally she speaks. “I can’t, I mean I shouldn’t, I really need to go now before I do something….” She backs toward the door, finally breaking eye contact and turning to walk away from me. 

Oh my gawd I wish I had known what to do to keep her here with me, I would have done it, anything she wanted just to feel her touch, her caresses and her tongue. 

I begin to cry softly, her brief presence has made her permanent absence so much more tangible. Tears gently run down my cheeks, my gawd I’m a mess. I bring my hands up to cradle my head, trying to console myself but it doesn’t work. I smell my arousal on my fingers, wondering how she would have smelled. I lick and then suck my fingers, imagining that it is Shelly’s juices that they are covered in, not my own. Savoring the sweet nectar from her young pussy. I’ve only tasted a few pussies besides my own but hers is so wet I feel like I could enjoy it for hours. Dipping my fingers back into her tight pussy to scoop out more when I have sucked my fingers clean. In my mind my fingers become his cock covered in her juices. How did that happen, it doesn’t matter it’s a delicious combo so I’ll let him fuck her as long as he wants if I get to suck her juices off of his cock. Maybe eventually his cream will be mixed with hers, that would be so delicious, I can almost taste it. My concentration is broken by a sound in the doorway and I realize it’s not his cock I’m sucking and not Shelly’s pussy I’m tasting but rather my fingers and the juice from my own needy cunt.

I hear his voice, I hadn’t dared to even open my eyes yet “well aren’t you a lovely mess. I see our delivery came. Speaking of things that came, did you?” 

“No, I couldn’t.” 

“You couldn’t, why not? You seem to be very wound up, tense and ready to spring, I would think anything would set you off.” 

“Shelly wouldn’t let me pleasure her, so I couldn’t cum. I wanted to, needed to but she only watched me for a few minutes after taking her cash tip. I offered her anything she wanted, I knew that you wouldn’t mind, but she said she couldn’t.” 

“I’m sorry, I had hoped you would have had a number of orgasms while I was gone. I was looking forward to hearing all about whatever your adventures were while I fuck you” 

“I wanted to cum so badly, I would have done anything she wanted.” 

“I know you would, know that you will.” He is undressing as we speak and I see that his cock is rock hard. Finally I can get fucked, cum and have some relief. “You are still going to tell me all about it as I fuck you.” 

“Yes, THANK YOU please fuck me I need to cum so bad. Please pound my pussy.” 

“Oh I intend to, but don’t you dare cum.” 

“But why not? Why can’t I cum while you are fucking me?”

 “Don’t forget your instructions my horny little slut. You may only cum this trip while providing pleasure to someone else. That was the deal, and do I look like someone else to you?”

“If you cum while I’m fucking you, or doing anything else then you will be punished.” 

“Oh I can take it, you can blister my ass, it will be worth it to finally cum.” 

“No, " I said, " punished, not rewarded . If you cum right now then when I’m finished with you I will pull out a pair of dice and you will roll them. Whatever number you roll on the pair will determine your punishment. That will be the number of others you will have to service before I fuck you again. Oh yeah and if you roll doubles you get to roll again, and the totals added together.” 

He climbs up on the bed, his hard cock aimed straight for my pussy. I am so wet I know he will slide in all 7 inches in one thrust, I’m so wet he may not even feel my pussy but I will feel his cock and I know it will make me cum. I close my legs quickly to prevent him from fucking me. 

“Then don’t fuck me, I won’t be able to control myself.”

 “Did you just close my pussy? You don’t control that and you sure as hell don’t close it!” 

He spreads my legs and places his cock at my wet hole. He stays there for a moment before inching closer and penetrating my body. I use this time to change my train of thought. Anything except my needy pussy, his hard cock, Shelly. If I’m thinking of any of those when his cock pushes in I’ll cum. I start thinking about anything else I can, lists of chores I would have to do if we were home, no his cock is on that list. Projects we want to do around the house, what color do we want to paint the Guest Room, what plants for the side yard, etc I’m thinking about new carpeting for one room when I feel him split my lips open with his cock, I feel every 1/64th of an inch of his rock hard cock, all 448 of them. How the hell did I figure that out. Gawd he’s all the way in and feels so good, but I didn’t cum. He slowed down and gave me time to figure out how to get fucked without coming. He’s starting to pump into and out of my cunt, faster and harder he’s pounding me. It feels so fucking good, but I know I can take it and hold off my orgasm, I know I can. “Tell me what happened while I was gone. Don’t leave out any details” So I relate the whole time with Shelly as he fucks me for what seems like hours but I’m sure is actually measured in minutes. Finally I feel his cock swell even more and begin to pulse. I feel ropes of hot cum shooting inside my pussy. It seems to go on forever.

He pulls his cock out of me when it’s done pulsing. He straddles my chest showing me his now semi-soft cock. It’s covered in a mixture of our juices. His is white and creamy but thinner than my own. Mine is more like whipping cream, heavier and clinging to his cock. In some spots he is covered in my cream which is in turn covered in his cream and in others it is just a mixed up mess. “Open up sweetie,” he says. I open my mouth to welcome his cock. It is our ritual, cum doesn’t get wasted. I lick and suck his cock cleaning off all of the juices. This is usually enough to make me cum but I keep myself under control. As he senses his cock being cleaned he begins my second fuck, sliding it in and out of my mouth, pushing deeper with each thrust into my hole. The tip of his cock reaching further and further, across my tongue and sliding into my throat. He always tells me that my throat is as good a fuck as my pussy and ass are. 

“There is still the little matter of you closing your legs to me. Trying to prevent me from doing whatever I want to my pussy.” 

He pauses his discussion as I feel him get ready to cum again. He starts to pound my throat as hard and fast as he did my pussy. I just relax and open my throat to him as I did my cunt earlier. I wish I could cum, I would do it while getting throat fucked. His cock starts to spasm and I swear it felt like he gave me another 3 inches of cock, but as he says that is one of the benefits of throat fucking, it’s basically bottomless. There is no limit to how much cock you can stuff down a Slut’s throat. There’s not nearly as much cum this time and he slowly pulls out of my fuck-hole. 

“So back to our little problem from earlier. We won’t have time tonight but tomorrow we will go to the adults only pool, you will go into the restroom to change into your sluttiest bikini and you will spend time reflecting on each of these” he says running his hands over the 5 tattoos I got for this trip. They are not real tats but only temporary, but guaranteed to last at least 4 months regardless of bathing, showering, hot tubbing or virtually anything else. Supposedly you need sandpaper to get them off. 

“You will spend some quality time with each of the 5, feeling them and thinking about what they mean. You will do it in the restroom, in front of the mirror if there is one or at least in front of the sink.” 

“But what if someone comes in, they’ll see me.” 

“So what. The point of them is not only to remind you but to share with others exactly what and who you are. They are actually invitations or advertisements of a sort are they not? So someone seeing them, seeing you isn’t a problem, hell it might even solve your problem. Additionally you may not do anything to hide them or cover yourself until the self-reflection is complete and if anyone asks you about them, or asks any other questions you must answer them fully and honestly. That’s not anything new though is it? We’ve already talked about that, and you have been answering questions people have for some time now haven’t you. This will be a bit more public, a bit more self-realizing then you are used to but then maybe that will help you to remember to keep your legs open in the future.”

“Now we need to get going, it’s about time to head down for dinner. We’re going to the Main Dining Room so something nice and classy, but make sure it shows off those tits. Either a dress or blouse and skirt it’s up to you but don’t even think of covering that pussy up with panties. She will be open and available any time I, or anyone else, wants access to her.” 

My pussy, open and available to anyone? Well I guess that is what “Free Use” means, the thought of it is starting to get her hot and bothered all over again. When we talked about it, when I asked to be able to branch out and explore on this trip it sounded fun and exciting to open up to others. To not have to constrain my pussy, or any other part of myself to just one, or a few people, sounded so hot and liberating. It still does, but it is also a bit nerve wracking. Will they think I’m cute enough, sexy enough, talented enough, slutty enough? After I fuck someone will they be satisfied enough to want a second go at me. With my limited experience with women will I be an acceptable pussy licker? So many questions that I have, will they all get answered? Right now the only question that matters is when in the hell will I get to cum? Oh and what, or I guess who, will I have to do in order to be allowed to Orgasm? Not that I care anymore, I’ll do anything, do anyone at this point.

I get up to go and get dressed, this is why we always split our clothing up between suitcases and carry-ons, you never know when your luggage will show up, or if it will always come together. We do have priority luggage service but there are a lot of people on this ship. I know because we have been talking about how many for months. 5000 passengers he has reminded me many times. Do you think you can fuck 5000 people in 2 weeks, plus what if some of the staff want a piece of you, that raises the number. I always remind him that some of those are kids so the number is lower, and I’m sure not EVERY adult on the ship will want to fuck me. Although if the playing around we have done as practice for this trip is any indication it may in fact be a large percentage of that group that want to. We have been going out to practice my being a total and complete slut. Clubbing, dancing, concerts, the park anywhere we could go and show me off we tried it. The number of people that were interested was astounding. While I didn’t fuck all, or even most, of them I did some because he promised since it was practice for the trip it doesn’t count against our vows to each other. Some fucks, some BJ, a couple of pussies licked and tits sucked (and vice-versa) but I was amazed that when packaged and presented properly there was no end to the number of people that were interested in me. If I were to be perfectly honest it was kinda cool and ego-boosting because I never thought that would be the case. Never thought that young men in their 30’s would be interested in me, never thought any women would want to explore the world of Saphos with me, more less hot, young, sweet pieces of ass. Gawd listen to me, I’m getting all worked up again. Stop it and get dressed, if you can call it dressed with what he saved out for me for this evening. He said it was my choice but then there is only one outfit for me that was in the suitcase he unpacked. The top will barely cover my tits and part of my tattoos, just enough to be “legal” onboard, while still letting anyone know I’m an available little slut, and that’s even if they can’t read the tats. Enough about my markings, apparently I’ll have time to think about them tomorrow. Let’s go get some dinner, and some cock.

We head out to one of the bars for pre-dinner drinks. We’re sitting at our favorite bar. I’m drinking a Remedy, I thought about a Perfect Storm but that hit a little too close to my aching, screaming pussy. She’s a perfect storm of desire, need, longing and natural lubrication…what she needs is a remedy. Plus I love this drink, it’s not as good as we make them at home but it hits the spot. We’ve had plenty of attention since arriving at Alchemy, maybe it’s just first night focus or maybe it’s the fact that legally I suppose I’m dressed, but in reality my skirt is slit up both legs practically to my waist and my blouse not only clings to the curves of my braless tits but is so translucent that it is almost sheer. My nipples are as hard as diamonds, so hard that you can count the bumps on my areolas, and the dark skin at the apex of my  nipples shows through the blouse very well. The cream colored translucent faux silk pairs well with the black skirt and allows anyone to tell that my tits are tattooed but doesn’t let you read them. Ah the mystery. 

“I think that’s them” I hear a woman’s voice say, but don’t think anything of it, we’re not expecting anyone. 

“You’re right, she has the flower in her hair.” 

My man gets up and turns to the newly arrived couple. I turn my head to watch as he shakes the man’s hand and then embraces and hugs the woman. 

“It’s good to meet you both," he says and then turns to me and beckons me to join him. 

“As you figured out this is Becca.” 

“Hello," I say as I offer my hand to each of our guests (apparently we were expecting someone). Sebastian and Ashleigh, as I learned their names were, are both gorgeous. My needy pussy is ruling my world right now and I know that I am eye-fucking both of them but I don’t care, and don’t stop. 

Ashleigh says “she’s beautiful and sexy Bastian, can we have her.” 

“Maybe darling we’ll have to see, remember this meeting is just for an inspection” 

“Oh I know, but she looks so absolutely delicious!” 

“Give us men a minute to talk and then we’ll get on with it my dear.” 

The two men step aside to chat, but we can’t hear them. Ashleigh leans in and whispers in my ear “I so want you” I can feel her warm breath as it tickles my ear canal and flows down my cheek “I want to run my hands across your tits, down your back to your ass. I want to suck on your nipples and then run my tongue through the folds of your labia, opening your outer lips to reveal the flower petals within, I want to suck on them and tease the nectar from your flower. I want to drink that sweet juice like a hummingbird drinks from flowers on a vine. Then I want to lie back while you eat my pussy.” 

Gawd I am taken aback, this beautiful woman is rather direct, and all of these things will finally get me that orgasm. I want to say to her let’s get out of here and make each other's nights, but she continues. 

“No fancy nature metaphors there I just want you to use your beautiful face to pleasure me, eating my pussy, licking and sucking my juices. Watching Sebastian devour your hot little cunt with his cock as you do. I want to feel your tongue as deep inside of me as you can make it go. I want to feel that tongue travel past my pussy, back towards the forbidden land. Have you ever eaten another woman’s ass? Wait I shouldn’t be so silly, of course you haven’t, he said while you want to experience all a woman can offer you have not had a lot of experience, yet. Well I hope to be able to change that. Taking straight- laced sexy women and turning them into devout pussy licking little dykes is one of my favorite hobbies. Yes Sweetie that includes getting them to eat and tongue-fuck my asshole. I certainly hope you pass Sebastian’s inspection, I can’t even touch you unless you do. You do want to pass inspection, don’t you?” 

“Yes, oh gawd yes” I practically scream. “What do I have to do to pass?” 

“Now that wouldn’t be fair now would it? If you are as much of a slut as your man claims you should do fine.” She hands me one of the bar napkins “here use this to dry your pussy, we don’t need you dripping a trail when you leave with Bastian now do we.” I reach up my skirt, between my legs and wipe my pussy. The napkin is instantly soaked, but my pussy is basically unfazed. I start to place the napkin on the bar but she indicates that she wants me to hand it to her, so I do. Ashleigh places the drenched napkin to her face and I watch her inhale my aroma deeply through her nose. I watch as she tenses up, her face flushes and her body shivers, she just had a virtually silent Orgasm right here in front of me and everyone else, just from smelling my ripe pussy juice. ”I want to do all that but I can’t yet. I won’t be allowed to if you don’t pass. Do you know how long I have been waiting for you? How many pictures of you have we looked at? How many of your videos we have watched. I, we actually, know what every sexy part of your body looks like, but not how it feels, smells (well I have had a preview) and tastes. If you don’t pass I will never get any of that. Our arrangement, in case you don’t know, is that if you don’t pass I will get to punish you, take my frustration and vengeance out on you, but nothing else. By the time I get done with you in that case you will not be able to enjoy fucking anyone else on this ship. I’m sure you’ll still have to, it just won’t be pleasant. Oh look here come the boys.”

I want to say something but I am speechless at her little soliloquy. I don’t have a response, well certainly not a verbal one.

“We’ll ladies, did you have a pleasant chat”, my man asks? 

“What did you talk about?” Sebastian wants to know. 

Ashleigh shuts him down with “Oh just girl stuff, you wouldn’t understand.” 

Sebastian leans in and gives his lady a kiss, and then takes my hand “Shall we” he says? 

I start to get up when my man says “Remember this is just an inspection, not a pleasure-fest.” 

Damn it I know exactly what he is saying, I am going to be treated like a piece of meat, a high quality piece of fuck-meat I hope, and I am not to come. I don’t know yet what I am supposed to do but I do know that I am NOT supposed to come. 

“Yes sir” I say. 

“No my Sweet, no Sir needed. You are absolutely free to do anything you wish or desire, or to refuse anything. There are no shackles upon your hands and feet, only those in your mind holding you back. There are no restraints binding you to anything or anyone, only those in your head holding you in place to be used, used by anyone.” Damn him, he knows me so well. “Now go with Sebastian to be inspected, I’ll stay here and keep Ashleigh company.”