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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We were in for a surprise when we arrived at the ship in Southampton. I'd originally booked disabled accommodation for my wife but had contacted the cruise line and explained I wouldn't need the adapted room. They had left the booking in place but upon our arrival they told us that a last minute request had come in and they were going to have to move us. I had visions of being moved to a pokey wee cabin with no view but we were in for a shock.
The steward opened the doors and waved us in. Sandra led the way and gasped, then squeaked in excitement - we had been given a luxury suite at the front of the ship with wall to ceiling windows on three sides of our enormous set of rooms and a balcony running the full width. There were two bedrooms, a living area, a huge bathroom and separate WCs with walk in showers. A grand piano stood in one corner of the room next to a fully stocked bar.
The master bedroom had a huge four poster bed draped with curtains and Sandra leapt upon it squeaking ecstatically "OMG Fuck me now!"
The steward standing beside me said under his breath "Oh yes please". I didn't blame him. Sandra was stunning, dark long hair falling over her shoulders framing a gorgeous face with laughing eyes and a mischievous grin. Not a stick insect, she was perhaps a size 16 but in perfect proportions and an hourglass figure. As she bounced on the bed her full breasts threatened to spill out of the simple halter neck black dress she was wearing, the hem of which had ridden up to show more of her shapely legs. I couldn't blame the young steward, no more than 20, for appreciating the view.
I leaned in to him and spoke softly, "Play your cards right and you'll get your chance".
He turned sharply, a bit embarrassed that I'd heard him perhaps and he started to blush.
"What do you think Sandra, you're turning this young man on so much I think he'd like to join you on that bed".
Sandra laughed and got to her feet. "No, I don't think so". She crossed the room to take her bag from him, "Not tonight anyway". She kissed him on the cheek and we thanked him as he left.
We explored the suite together, marvelling at the luxury.
"How the other half lives eh?" I said
"Yes" she replied, "but let's live that life for the next two weeks and enjoy every moment of it. I know we have a lot of plans but tonight Ben, let's start with just you and I. Let's go for a meal, have a first date and get to know each other".
To be honest, considering I'd watched this woman spread her pussy lips on camera to allow a full load of spunk to ooze out, running between her cheeks and dripping over her arsehole, I felt I knew a little bit about her already. Her response to my challenge had been to call up one of her fuck buddies on Fab to come and help her out. He'd been more than happy but had been a little freaked out when she asked him to hold the phone while she showed me her well fucked cunt.
We dressed up for the welcoming dinner onboard. Being in the Royal Suite meant we were automatically at the Captain's table with about a dozen others. To be honest, although wealthy, our dinner companions were remarkably dull. Most were retirees, spending their kid's inheritances and their conversations revolved around stocks and shares - dull, dull, dull. Sandra and I chatted a little but it wasn't the romantic meal for two we envisaged. The Captain was nice enough, in his 50s with that calm authority that senior officers always have. He had spotted that we seemed ill at ease with our dining companions so, leaning over, he asked if we would like a little tour. We gratefully accepted and he proceeded to show us around the working areas of the ship - mainly the bridge and communication areas before taking us high onto a secluded deck above the bridge where a table for two had been set and our steward from earlier was waiting with a bottle of champagne.
"Please, enjoy yourselves" the Captain said as he left the three of us alone.
It really was a magical spot with an unobstructed view on three sides and high enough that it was possible to believe we were floating in the night sky above a black ocean scattered with diamonds reflecting the moonlight. Sandra said later it was possibly the most romantic couple of hours of her life as we talked in the warm breeze and our attentive steward served course after course of beautiful food - always making sure our glasses were topped off with champagne before stepping back a respectful distance to give us privacy. Inevitably the champagne began to have an effect and as our lips loosened, the conversation turned more raunchy.
"You made me carry out a challenge but you didn't do one for me?" Sandra said, smiling.
"Well, you never asked. Do you have one in mind?"
"Yes. You see that steward, the one who's had his eyes glued to my cleavage all night?"
To be fair, she had been making sure she gave him an eyeful in her low cut dress at every opportunity but I replied "Yes, what about him?"
"Suck his cock"
I laughed, partly in surprise but also because it just seemed so incongruous. We were on this magical platform soaring above the seas in the night sky and the thought of what she was proposing seemed bizarre.
"I'm serious" She waved the steward over and smiled at him.
"Have you been enjoying the view of my tits? Don't answer, I can see by the bulge in your trousers you have. Don't worry, I'm not offended, you're not going to get in trouble but," at this she slipped her dress straps off her shoulders and unhooked her bra to uncover her large, heavy breasts. "I want to see your cock"
The steward looked nervously at me and I smiled, "Go ahead son, she's in charge".
As Sandra massaged her tits, tweaking her large nipples in the night air, the steward unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers and underpants in one move, allowing an impressively solid 7" prick to break free. It was throbbing visibly and totally shaved as seems to be the style now. He rolled back his foreskin revealing a swollen purple knob and moved towards Sandra's face.
"Oh not for me, for him" Sandra reached out to his cock and pointed it towards me. To be fair to the lad, he barely hesitated and I found his cock in my hand with my mouth inches from his knob.
Sandra watched fascinated - "Fuck, I've always wanted to see this".
I squeezed his cock in my fist, forcing a drop of pre-cum to the tip. My tongue darted out to taste before I engulfed him in my mouth. His cum tasted lovely, his cock clean and I swallowed more, grabbing his arse to pull him into my mouth. He groaned as I swallowed him and we set up a rythym to the skull fucking he began to give me. He pulled my head onto his thrusting cock and I felt his balls slapping on my chin. I alternated between trying to suck the spunk from his balls and gagging as his knob hit the back of my throat. Sandra was enjoying the show exhorting me to "Suck that cock, let me see it glisten" and "Fuck his face" to our friendly steward. Before long I felt his cock expanding in his mouth and knew he wasn't far away. I held out my hand to Sandra, feeling blindly for her face until my fingers slipped into her mouth. She sucked hard on them as I sucked his cock then, with my fingers dripping with her saliva, I reached for his arse. My thumb pressed hard on his perineum as my finger slipped into his arsehole.
He gasped loudly and as his arse muscles clamped onto my finger, his cock exploded into my mouth. I swallowed his first shots but had to back off as his spunk filled my mouth to overflowing. His spasming cock shot load after load over my face. I heard gasps from Sandra and looked over just as she was taking her hand out from under her dress where she'd been playing with herself. As the steward shook the last drops of cum onto my tongue she leaned over the table to kiss me.
"God that was so fucking hot. Take me back to that four poster bed and screw me"
"Let me get cleaned up first" I gasped
"Fuck no, come as you are" she said as she scooped her tits back into her dress. The steward was doing up his trousers as Sandra led the way to the room, with me following - cum dripping from my face. |
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