Goddess Cruise Lines: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  Mike gasped as Bella’s hand clasped around his cock. It felt incredible. The oil multiplied the sensation in his cock several times over. She stroked her hand up and down, making lewd, slimy noises that were, thankfully, mostly overpowered by the ambient music.

  “Does that feel good, Mike?” asked Bella. “Do you have a lot of tension in this part of your body?”

  Mike nodded. She was pumping his cock up and down. The oil was warm, and it made her hand feel like a tight mouth, or the inside of a woman with amazing control.

  Bella rubbed one of her hands across his bare chest. Mike wanted to close his eyes and fully give into the pleasure, but his mother was still right there. He looked over at her table, and felt his jaw drop open.

  Laura’s robe had been pulled off her, and the back of her naked body was on full display. Mike blinked. His mom’s body was a glimpse into perfection, with the subtle curves of her back leading down to her naked butt. Her breasts were still hidden against the massage table, but even from a side view, they were unbelievably arousing.

  She’s my mother! I can’t think about her like this!

  “Are you enjoying your massage, honey?” Laura’s voice almost caused Mike to jump off the table. She didn’t look up, thankfully, but Mike still felt his heart racing at the possibility of being discovered by her.

  “Uh, yeah,” he said. “It feels great, mom.”

  Bella smiled at him and leaned in a little closer.

  “Just relax, Mike,” she whispered.

  Laura let out a quiet moan from where she was on the table across the room.

  “It’s really working my muscles,” she called to her son. “I feel like my body needed this.”

  “Yeah, mom,” said Mike. “I’m getting my muscles worked, for sure.”

  Bella gave his cock a squeeze and began stroking him faster. Mike’s chest was heaving up and down. He bit his lip as the pleasure increased to a new level, and tried to keep himself calm.

  “Oh, there’s one spot that feels so good,” said Laura. “Mmmm, I wish I could get it worked on every day.”

  “I think Mike has a spot like that too,” chimed in Bella. “Do you like it when I massage right here, Mike?”

  This woman is pure evil.

  “Yes… I like it.” The words felt dirty coming out of his mouth, especially with his mom right there.

  “We should see if we can come again tomorrow,” said Laura.

  Bella’s pace on Mike’s cock was fast, but still gentle and sensual. She moved her entire body a bit with each stroke, letting her breasts bounce up and down inside her uniform.

  “Would you like to come again, and again, Mike?” asked Bella. “You can come as often as you want.”

  She pulled the robe back. Mike flinched in surprise and tried to grab it again, to cover himself, but she pulled it out of reach. Before he could object, Bella had lowered her mouth over his cock, engulfing his rock hard erection with her lips and tongue. Mike grabbed the back of her head and thrust his cock in as deep as it would go.

  “Well Mike?” asked Laura. “Would you want to come here again soon?”

  Mike lost it. His cock exploded, spraying cum into Bella’s mouth and throat. He held onto her head and continued thrusting, all while staring over at his mother’s naked back and butt.

  This was a setup. Captain Michelle is trying to tempt me into it.

  Strangely, he wasn’t even mad. Mike was still deadest on getting rid of the footage, but in the meantime, he would endure. The pleasure coursing through his body was almost too much for him, and as he lay back on the massage table, and felt Bella pulling his robe over him again, he smiled.

  CHAPTER 8

  Bella had Mike flip back over to his chest. The rest of the massage was normal and uneventful. After about ten minutes, she announced that she was finished. When Mike looked up, his mom was wearing her robe again and headed for the dressing room.

  He did the same, and when he came back out into the massage area, Bella and Becca were both waiting with self-satisfied smiles.

  “Please, feel free to come back if you feel like you could use another,” said Bella.

  “I might just do that.” Mike flashed her a smile that was, apparently, just over the line. His mom scowled at him as though she could tell that something uncouth had taken place.

  “Come on, Mike,” she said. “We have places to be.”

  Andrea was waiting for the two of them in the hallway. Mike had forgotten that she was their guide for the day. She smiled warmly and leaned forward slightly into a bow as they approached.

  “The next activity that the captain wanted me to escort you to is, well.” She shrugged and looked a little embarrassed. “It’s one that’s mainly just for Laura. You can tag along too, though, if you’d like to Mike.”

  Mike shook his head.

  “No need. I’m sure I can find something to keep myself busy.”

  Like finding a way up to the captain’s office and finishing what I started last night.

  “I’ll meet up with you later, then, sweetie.” Laura walked over to him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Mike’s body shivered with excitement and a small remnant of leftover pleasure from his illicit massage.

  He watched his mom and Andrea walk off, and then aimlessly made his way back up to the main deck. It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was out, and the only clouds visible were on the edge of the sky, ringing in the horizon like a gigantic halo in the air.

  Mike meandered his way up one of the outer staircases until he reached the second most upper deck. He could see the windows of the control room and what he thought was the captain’s office on the floor above him, and watched carefully for any sign of movement inside.

  If it’s empty, I could just sneak in using the spiral stairs inside.

  One of the windows opened, and a uniformed employee leaned out for the briefest of moments. Mike sighed.

  “Who are you stalking this time, creep?” Danica’s voice came from behind him, sounding like a bell from hell. “I guess I should just be glad that it’s not me.”

  Mike turned around to glare at her and then stopped. She was wearing a tiny black skirt, with a pink blouse over it that she’d only partially buttoned up. He couldn’t see her without thinking of how she’d looked in the locker room the night before, her naked body on full display.

  She can mock me all she wants. I’ve seen her naked.

  “Buzz off, Danica,” he said. “I’m not stalking anybody. I’m just thinking.”

  “I’m thinking, too,” she said. “About why the hell you’re still on this ship!”

  For a second, it almost looked like she was going to slap him in the face. Danica was visibly angry. She scowled at him, and her chest heaved up and down in frustration. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn’t stand her, Mike would have found her body language slightly intriguing.

  “I’m obeying the rules, like everyone else.” Mike smiled at her, all the while knowing it would only set her off even further.

  “Then what was last night about!” Danica finally lashed out, pushing him and knocking him back against the railing.

  “I said I was sorry!” Mike realized he was shouting, and pulled his voice back to a reasonable level. “And… I meant it, Danica. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to barge into the locker room like that.”

  He was surprised by his own sincerity. Danica had been making his life a living hell since even before the start of the cruise, but that didn’t excuse the fact that he’d made a mistake last night. He’d seen her naked and stolen a bit of what made her so able to be above it all.

  “Well... I don’t accept your apology,” said Danica.

  “You don’t have to,” said Mike. “It’s okay. Let’s just go back to staying out of each other’s way, and try to enjoy the rest of our vacation.”

  Danica didn’t say anything for a moment. Mike turned toward the ocean and leaned against the railing. Surprisingly, Danica took a spot next
to him, doing the same.

  “You have to make it up to me.”

  “What?” Mike looked at her with a single eyebrow raised.

  “I’m not letting you off the hook that easily!” said Danica. “You have to do whatever I say until you’ve made it up to me.”

  Mike smiled slightly, and Danica glowered back at him.

  I never thought about it from her side, before. She’s probably bored out of her mind on this cruise without any of her friends to hang out with.

  “Alright,” said Mike. “Fair enough.”

  It was Danica’s turn to look surprised. She opened her mouth as though to say something, and then closed it, and then opened it again.

  “I want a foot rub!” She finally announced.

  “Right now?”

  “Later on today,” said Danica. “I have… things to do, right now.”

  “Okay, sure.” Mike spotted Captain Michelle walking out of one of the lower deck entrances. He pushed away from the railing and started toward the stairs.

  “Where are you going?” asked Danica. He didn’t answer her.

  Maybe if I follow the captain and learn her schedule, I can figure something out.

  Mike hurried back inside, rushing down the hallway to the spiral staircase. He practically leaped down the steps and rushed outside onto the main deck just in time to see Captain Michelle disappearing through a door near the back of the ship. He waited for a second, and then followed after her, pausing before opening it and heading through.

  CHAPTER 9

  The door led to a hallway. Mike kept as much distance as he could in between himself and the captain. He watched her go around a corner and made it around in time to see her unlock and then disappear through another door.

  I need to be careful. If I get caught, I’m going to lose my chance.

  Mike tested the doorknob. It was still unlocked. He slowly opened the door, just far enough so he could peer through to the other side.

  The room, if it could be called that, was grander than anything Mike had seen on the ship up to that point. The floor was expensive tile and immaculately tiled. A chandelier hung from a medium high ceiling, and even though the room was only just big enough for it to fit, it felt like it belonged there.

  A medium size hot tub was sculpted into the floor. Soft piano music played in the background, and a large flat screen was attached to the side wall. In the back of the room was an oak wood desk with scattered papers and a laptop sitting on it.

  Mike didn’t see Captain Michelle anywhere. He took a deep breath and slipped into the room. There was another door near the back that was slightly open, and he started toward it, feeling the humid steam from the hot tub warming his face.

  He’d made it no more than five steps into the room when Captain Michelle reappeared through the other door. She was wearing a fluffy white robe similar to the ones Mike and his mom had worn for the massages. She didn’t look at all surprised to see him there and smiled as she met his eye.

  “Close the door behind you, Mike,” she said. “We wouldn’t want a random cruise ship guest to stumble upon this place, now would we?”

  Mike closed the door and frowned.

  What is she playing at?

  “I was, uh…” He scratched his head, trying to think of a reason for him to be there other than the truth.

  “You were following me,” said the captain. “I’m sure you were hoping to find a chance to get the footage that I have of you and your mom. I totally understand.”

  Captain Michelle walked up to the edge of the hot tub. She locked eyes with Mike, and to his disbelief, slowly began to disrobe. She managed to keep one arm locked over her ample breasts and turned her body just enough to the side to hide his view of her body, which was surprisingly fit and unblemished for a woman in her forties.

  “I’m sorry, I should go.” Mike turned toward the door, feeling his face heat up from more than just the steam.

  “Stop,” said Captain Michelle. “Take your clothes off.”

  Mike flinched in surprise. He turned back toward the hot tub and found that the captain had slipped into it. Between the vibration of the tub’s jets and the steam, he could only just barely make out her naked form underneath the water.

  “What?” Mike shook his head slightly.

  “Take you clothes off, Michael,” she repeated. “I could use some company in this hot tub. And besides, we need to talk.”

  “I…” He shook his head more vigorously. “I can’t do that!”

  Captain Michelle did not waver. Rather, she reached her hand out and began tapping on a waterproof touchscreen built into the edge of the hot tub. The flat screen on the wall flickered on, and Mike knew what she was about to show him before he even saw it.

  “You forget where you stand with me, Mike,” said Captain Michelle. The flat screen began playing a video, the video of Mike and his mom, in the closet.

  He took a deep breath. On the screen, he was beginning to get physical with his mother, feeling more of her body and moving more freely against her. Mike wasn’t sure if he was more unnerved by the way the captain was using it to blackmail him, or his own arousal over remembering how vivid and pleasurable the experience had been.

  “Fine!” He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground behind him in a frustrated heap. Michelle smiled and turned the TV off.

  “See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

  Mike scowled as he pulled his shorts off. He started toward the hot tub, still wearing his boxers, and then stopped as Captain Michelle waggled a finger at him.

  “Nope,” she said. “The circulation system in the hot tub doesn’t like any clothing, even underware.”

  Mike ran a hand through his hair, suppressing the rage that was building in his chest.

  Is she trying to seduce me? Or is this just another part of the torture she seems to enjoy putting me through?

  He didn’t have any options. A voice in the back of his head, the voice of reason, perhaps, chimed in.

  I can use this. If I gain her trust, make her think that I’ll go along with her sick plan, maybe I’ll get the opportunity I need to delete the footage.

  “Fine.” Mike pulled his boxers down, feeling his semi-erect cock popping out as the elastic waistband slipped over it. Captain Michelle put a hand up to her mouth in a gesture of mock amazement.

  “Oh wow, you are very mature for a teenager.” She giggled in a way that managed to be girlish and authoritative at the same time.

  “Whatever,” replied Mike. He set his hands on the side of the hot tub and slowly lowered himself into it.

  He had to admit, the water felt nice. The hot tub was large enough to fit one person comfortably, and two if they were interested in getting slightly better acquainted with each other. Mike felt his leg brushing up against Captain Michelle’s, and became suddenly aware again of the fact that she was naked.

  I could try to have sex with her.

  The idea sounded laughable, even just in his head. Captain Michelle was sizing him up like a cat with a mouse. She was clearly the one in control, and the best that Mike could do was to try to keep from offending her, and possibly end up on her good side.

  “Doesn’t it feel nice, Mike?” she asked.

  Mike shrugged.

  “I guess,” he said.

  “I like to come here when I need a place to think.” Michelle pulled herself up slightly further out of the water. Mike tried not to stare as one of her nipples came into view, and tried not to let himself acknowledge just how attractive her breasts really were.

  “How did a room like this end up being built?” he asked, mainly to distract himself from the situation.

  “I requested it.” Captain Michelle smiled, and one of her legs brushed against Mike’s under the water. “I’m good friends with Keisha. The owner of Goddess Cruise Lines.”

  Her foot began to slide up Mike’s leg. As much as he tried to keep his arousal in check, it was impossible. His penis stood at f
ull attention, and he found himself battling internally with an intense desire for her to take the teasing further.

  “What’s your game?” he said, forcing the words out. “Why are you doing this to me?”

  “Doing what to you, Mike?” Michelle’s foot reached his crotch, and a surprisingly soft toe glided across the shaft of Mike’s hard on.

  He was staring at her now, drinking in the sight of her bare flesh, distorted by the movement of the water. She looked more attractive than a forty-something year old had any right to.

  “You know what.” It was a challenge for him to keep his voice steady. “You’re taking advantage of me, and my mother, and…”

  And our situation.

  For some reason, it made him feel too dirty to say out loud. Michelle’s amusement was evident on her face, as though she took a particular joy in forcing Mike to confront his illicit attraction.

  “Michael, you might not be able to understand or acknowledge this, but I’m actually helping you.”

  Michelle slipped along the side of the circular hot tub until she’d made it over to Mike’s end. She let her body rub up against his and put an arm around his shoulder, as though the two of them were old friends, hanging out under platonic circumstances.

  “You aren’t helping me, you’re torturing me,” said Mike, through gritted teeth.

  “Torturing you?” Michelle laughed. “Do you know what torture really is, Michael?”

  She slipped her free hand under the surface of the water, and Mike groaned as he felt it close around his cock.

  “Torture is being attracted to someone that you know you can never have.” Captain Michelle slowly stroked him up and down. “Torture is being shamed for giving into something completely natural.”

  Mike shook his head, but even as he did his hips moved in time with Michelle’s hand, betraying him. Her words were like an evil spell in his ears. As much as he wanted to resist, her voice echoed in his head, a forbidden prophecy of unrealized lust.

  “And I did give in, Mike,” she whispered. “Many, many times.”