by K C Douglas
The orgasm was so swift, it shocked everyone. The shapely hips jumped and then jerked out of control, as Mia’s molestation was nonstop. The loud whimpers turned into cries of distress and Mia suddenly jammed her tongue into the enticing slit.
Emma was in her glory, as she watched the animalistic faces across the room. “Oscar’s watching his little darling cream for Mia. Good girl... you’ve made Mistress very happy,” she whispered and kept rubbing the whip up and down the thrashing torso. “Yes, keep twisting your nipples and showing them to the boys.”
Oscar stared in awe, as he had never seen his wife lose control to such a great degree. Irene’s eyes were closed and her head rolled wildly from side to side, as she tried to endure the powerful spasms rocking her frail stamina.
Emma needed more taunting. She knew the lust had taken over Irene’s sanity and the woman would be unable to struggle. “Oh my, Oscar can see his baby acting like a little girl. You’re creaming for Mia and becoming her slut-slave. Mistress wants to hear you. Are you orgasming?” she asked and promptly smacked the side of Irene’s hip a few times with the daunting whip.
“Yes, oh gawd, I can’t... I can’t stop,” Irene moaned, as her precious clit was madly twirled around.
“Good girl! Are you going to obey Mistress Emmeline’s demands?”
At the time, Irene only considered the truth. “Yes... yes,” she replied and valiantly tried to regain a measure of control over the soaring desire. If Oscar wanted his fantasy to come true, so be it!
***
Irene wanted to hide, but there was no way of getting away from the dominating woman. She welcomed the short respite and used the time to calm her nerves and regain her senses. Her mind never stopped, as she thought back to the numerous times she chatted with her girlfriends.
She had been filled with some kind of lust and Irene tried to understand the profound consequences. How many times had one of her girlfriends said how lust can make a woman do anything, she wondered? Yes, never in her wildest dreams would Irene ever imagine being overtaken by so much desire that she would lose complete control.
But it had happened! She had lost control and acted like a real slut, just as Emma predicted. When Irene remembered Oscar’s fantasies and how he wanted to watch her, she felt a little better, but it was still difficult to understand what animal lust can do to such a righteous woman like herself.
Irene tried to relax on the sofa with Mia while Emma stood across the room talking to the three enthused men who were seated in a semicircle. It was impossible to know what they were talking about, but Irene noticed the men glancing in their direction every once in a while. She knew the woman was not done humiliating her.
Emma was just beginning. She explained her plans to the men and abruptly returned to the sofa. Emma ordered the sweat covered women to their feet and then she used her whip to direct them across the room. When she had Mia and Irene standing in front of the stimulated men, it was time for more tormenting.
“Boys, these two sluts love sucking cock... lots of hard cock,” Emma stated and promptly spanked both women across the bum. “Oscar, what do you think of Slut-Mia sucking your cock?”
The man’s jaw dropped and he squirmed in his chair. Oscar simply stared at the ravishing young woman and couldn’t believe his luck, but then he remembered his wife standing right beside Mia. When he glanced at Irene, he noticed an extremely concerned look on her face.
“Ah, well, ah,” Oscar said, as he tried to find the right response. He realized the opportunity of a lifetime was in front of him and he didn’t know what to do.
Emma knew she was in-charge. She stepped towards the men and abruptly placed the end of her whip directly over top of Oscar’s obvious hardened penis. “Slut-Mia is here to serve you. Mistress Emmeline is going to ensure you receive a wonderful blowjob,” she told the overly excited man.
Oscar nodded his head and looked at the young woman standing beside his wife. He desperately wanted to retain his dignity, but his soaring desire was just too powerful. “Fuuuuuuck, oh fuck,” he moaned.
When Emma put the whip under her arm and swiftly opened the man’s pants, Oscar didn’t resist. It all happened fast and furious. Emma reached into the loosened pants and promptly yanked out the rock-hard cock. She deliberately wrapped her fingers around the skinny shaft and pointed the head of his cock straight up in the air, exposing it to the world.
Now it was time for more humiliation. “Slut-Irene! What do you think? Should we watch Mia suck your husband’s cock?” Emma asked and waved the man’s cock around in a circle.
Irene stared in disbelief. Oscar’s cock was spitting out some gobs and he didn’t even try to struggle. He simply sat motionless and let the young woman molest his raging cock. “Aaaahhhh, oooohhhh,” Irene moaned.
“Well, my love, should we watch Mia suck Oscar’s cock?”
This time Irene knew the woman expected an answer. “Ah, yes, yes,” she whispered, not realizing she was also in big trouble.
Mia took two steps and she dropped to her knees. She pushed Emma’s hand off the throbbing penis and replaced it with her own. When she pumped her dainty hand up and down three or four times, she noticed pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Oscar glanced to his right and at his wife’s face, which had an explicit expression of astonishment. The hand pumped a few more times and then the woman’s head dropped into his lap. When the hot mouth devoured the head of this cock, Oscar was in heavenly bliss.
Emma stepped beside the shivering woman. “Oh my, Oscar is a fast one... just like his wife,” she whispered in Irene’s ear. “Now Mistress Emmeline wants her little girl to satisfy the other two, horny husbands.”
Irene felt a stab to the heart and she almost fainted. She stared at Mason who had his oversized cock out of his pants and he was shamelessly masturbating. Then she shifted a little to the side and noticed Ryan was also masturbating and his cock might have been even bigger. “Naaaaawwww, noooooo,” she moaned.
“Don’t worry, my little slave, we’ll wait for Mia to finish so your husband can watch you suck cock,” Emma whispered and whipped the woman’s bare ass. “Remember, Oscar wants to watch his wife give blowjobs.”
All of a sudden there was loud coughing and furious movement. Mia squeezed the small cock-shaft and milked the cum out of Oscar’s belly, as she kept the head fully embedded in her hot mouth. The first couple of blasts were hard to get down, but then Mia easily swallowed the rest, giving the man more satisfaction than he ever imagined.
The blowjob was barely finished when Emma struck. “If you don’t do it right, Mistress will march your bare ass out onto the lounge deck and show it off to all of the guests,” she declared and whipped the bare ass again. “Show hubby how Slut-Irene gives blowjobs!”
She didn’t have an alternative! Irene was pushed towards Mason’s chair and she was on her knees in the blink of an eye. It was awful. Her head hovered above the man’s lap and Mason brazenly rubbed his burning cock all over both of her blushing cheeks. The man virtually dared her yet she remained motionless on her knees.
Irene vowed not to touch the disgraceful cock, but she broke the promise in a heartbeat. Mason rammed the cockhead into her mouth with brute force and she panicked. Irene fisted the enlarged cock with both hands and there was still two or three inches of cock free for her mouth. When the head was shoved into her throat, she willingly sucked the man’s cock.
The scene was animalistic. Emma used her whip to extract more humiliation from her beaten slave, as she turned the ass-cheeks a flaming red, and she also entwined her fingers into the woman’s hair. She jerked the head up and down and ensured Irene gave the best blowjob possible.
Oscar was utterly amazed. His wife never liked sucking his cock and Irene never swallowed. If he did persuade her to suck, she only did it until he was close and then she finished him off with a quick hand-job.
Suddenly Irene was giving a professional blowjob. Both of her hands squeezed the thick cock-shaft and
she pumped them up and down at a frantic rate. When her head bobbed up and down, Oscar could tell several inches of cock-meat went in and out of her mouth.
It was the most electric event of his life. Irene willingly sucked the man’s cock and eventually it was obvious the end was near. Her eyes bulged and Irene held her breath, as the cockhead was shoved down her throat. There was a big gasp and Irene yanked the cock backwards until only the bulbous head was inside her mouth.
Both hands pumped furiously up and down and Irene obediently jerked the man off, milking the searing cum into her greedy mouth. Oscar couldn’t believe his wife drank the man’s cum and fisted his cock until the last drop ran down her throat.
Then the scene got even more graphic. Emma used the handful of hair and jerked Irene to her feet. She led her slave over to Ryan’s chair and sternly forced the woman to her knees again. “Here’s another hard cock for Slut-Irene. Be a good girl and give Ryan a blowjob,” she demanded.
Irene stared at the huge penis. She’d never seen an uncircumcised cock and it looked strange with the foreskin covering the entire head. When she was shoved from behind, her hands immediately grabbed for the extended shaft so she wouldn’t fall.
Again Oscar was awestruck. His wife appeared extremely eager, as her hands surrounded the wide shaft and instantly pumped up and down in an explicit fashion. Irene kept the penis in front of her blushing face and continued fisting the lengthy shaft until Ryan’s face displayed signs of his dwindling willpower.
Oscar didn’t notice any protest from his wife when Ryan grabbed her by the ears and forced her to devour his enlarged cock. Vulgar sucking sounds filled the room and Irene’s head moved up and down, as she sucked the man’s hard-on. When the whip lashed across her already reddened ass-cheeks, her hands and head moved a lot faster.
This time Emma wanted to humiliate the husband. “Oscar, your wife told me how you wanted to watch her... watch her suck hard cocks,” she whispered.
The man was mesmerized. “Yes, fuck yes,” Oscar said.
Emma wanted him to know there was more to come. “Just wait! Your little honey is going to ride both cocks. First she sucks... then she fucks,” she stated and paused for a few seconds.
“What? Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Have you ever watched your wife have sex before?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“No, fuck no.”
“What do you think? Should your little darling fuck Mason’s big cock? Should little Irene fuck Ryan’s big cock?” Emma asked the questions and prodded Oscar for an answer.
“Fuck yes, yes... oh fuck, yes,” he moaned, as dire consequence filled his head. “But... but?”
“Good! It’s late and tonight is almost over... but tomorrow Mistress will come by your room and pickup Slut-Irene,” Emma said. “Mistress will take your little angel all around the ship... show off her gorgeous body. I’ll make her show off her big tits and her newly shave pussy.”
“Holy fuck... yes, fuck yes,” Oscar replied, as he stared at his wife. His fantasies were coming true.
“Tomorrow evening, Oscar honey, we’ll be able to watch your little darling ride Mason and Ryan!”
Irene heard the dire comments, but nothing registered in her inflamed mind. Suddenly the action grew desperate. Irene pumped her hands over the lengthy shaft and she tried to keep the abundant foreskin pulled down from the big head. She was amazed by how easy and fluid her fists moved over the cock and the milking action seemed to fill her mouth with pre-cum.
Irene was still astonished by the hand-job when the blast hit. She coughed and sputtered and luckily the immense cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth, which enabled her to breathe. Her body jerked from a sudden whipping and then she swallowed, as much of the searing cum as possible.
“Good girl. Mistress can see her slave will follow orders... obey all of my commands. Tonight has been fantastic; tomorrow will be even better!”
***
The couple was literally exhausted when the couples departed, but Oscar wasn’t ready for bed. He never imagined any of his fantasies would ever be fulfilled because his wife was too prudish and straight laced to stray yet strangely Irene had wandered off the path of righteousness. Oscar hugged his wife after their room turned quiet and he almost ripped off his clothes.
Irene sensed her husband’s heightened desire and she readily accepted his crude caresses, which felt more like molestation because he was so horny. Oscar was fully rejuvenated and he carried his wife to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. They looked at each other and realized there was plenty of explaining to do, but neither wanted to talk.
Oscar reached for the nearby nightstand and he quickly took out one of the many condoms they had brought on the cruise. Irene watched him rip the familiar package open and then deftly roll the rubber condom over his upstanding cock. As soon as it was in place, Oscar jumped onto the bed.
Irene was used to her husband’s type of intercourse. She opened her arms and embraced him in loving fashion and Oscar rolled on top of her outstretch torso. Her legs spread and his hips dropped between her splayed thighs.
Oscar couldn’t wait. He guided his throbbing pecker into the shaved crotch and instantly pierced the waiting pussy-lips. When the slippery head entered her inferno, Irene obediently thrust her hips at him.
The intercourse was fast and frantic, as their minds were fully inflamed with that mysterious lust they had suddenly discovered. Irene didn’t understand how something that used to be so meaningless could overtake her sanity, yet she was helpless to fight the growing desire. The hips thrust and the pelvises bashed together, as the consummation seemed real and natural.
Once the orgasms were over, Oscar merely rolled off his wife and they both fell asleep. The sun came up and neither stirred until midmorning when the doorbell rang. The couple jumped out of bed and knew who was calling.
“Honey, oh honey, I don’t know... I don’t know if I can,” Irene whispered, as the look on her face turned panicky.
“I don’t know... she may not do much. Maybe Emma won’t do too much,” Oscar replied, almost in a pleading fashion.
Oscar sort of pushed and pulled his wife towards the door. The doorbell sounded again and it was too late to escape. When Irene slowly opened the door, they were greeted by a smiling Emma who rushed into the room.
“C’mon you guys. The day is being wasted away and we have lots to do. Irene, get dressed and we’ll go for a walk,” Emma said and looked inquisitively at the woman.
“I... but I just got up... have to shower... have a shower,” Irene replied.
“Good! Oscar and I will sit right here while you shower. Once you’re ready, we’re going to walk around the ship and see all of the scenery,” Emma stated and waved her hand towards the bathroom. “Go! Go!”
Oscar slipped on some clothes and poured a couple of drinks. He welcomed the young woman to sit at the dining table and they chatted about nothing in particular until the sound of the shower stopped. Then Emma got serious.
She stared into the man’s eyes and left nothing to doubt when she took charge. “Your honey is coming with Mistress. I’m going to humiliate your darling wife and turn her into my devoted slut. I hope you understand,” she stated in no uncertain terms.
“No, I mean yes, yes, I understand,” he replied.
“You can watch... sneak around and watch what happens, but I don’t want to see you or your face around anywhere.”
“Okay! What are you going to do to her?”
“Oh, I can’t say. You’ll just have to watch and see,” Emma said and laughed. “Just wait and see!”
They stopped talking and Oscar quickly got ready to leave. When Irene reluctantly walked into the room, she was completely dressed to kill and didn’t think her world could get crushed in a split second.
“Stand still! Stop... stand right there,” Emma ordered and pointed her finger at the floor about two feet in front of her.
Irene was too scared to resist.
She walked over to the woman and stood at attention, as she stared into the paralyzing, dark eyes. “Huugghh, whaaaa,” she muttered.
Her hand was quick. Emma reached for the front of the woman’s top and when Irene raised her arms to protest, she yelled. “I said stand still. Put your arms down and standstill, or else!”
Irene felt overly intimidated. She flinched, but didn’t raise a hand or finger to protest. When the woman didn’t blink or look away, Irene shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the floor. “Yes, yes Mistress,” she moaned.
Emma held out a hand. “Strip! Take off your clothes... your bra and your panties. You won’t need any undies when we go for a nice walk around the ship,” she said and waved her hand in a beckoning manner. “NOW!”
Oscar had never seen his wife move so fast. She stood in front of the demanding woman and quickly stripped her clothes to enable her to remove the bra and panties. Just as she was about to put the top and shorts back on, she heard another dire request.
“You won’t need those, my love. Here! Wear these, as we want our little girl to look pretty,” Emma whispered, as she took something out of her purse. “Pretty and sexy!”
Irene stared in disbelief, but Oscar blinked several times and couldn’t look away. He watched his wife drop her clothes and grab the two items from Emma. His eyes got bigger and bigger when Irene donned a small stretchy top and the skimpiest pair of shorts.
Oscar had seen many porno movies, which depicted seductive school girls who played on a volleyball court, but even those didn’t prepare him for the sight of the sexiest schoolgirl ever. It was obvious Irene wasn’t wearing a bra, as the top had to be at least one size too small and made of the stretchiest material.
Women with big breasts shouldn’t wear skimpy tops that hugged every curve. Irene’s tits weren’t visible, but Oscar noticed the definite protrusions of her hard nipples, which poked out in plain sight. When he glanced down, Oscar gasped at the sight of not only the elastic shorts, but the evident crease between his wife’s legs. There had to be an elastic strip up the middle and Irene had trouble hiding her swollen pussy-lips.