35. Nobody Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors (Intro)
It was Saturday morning and we were still in the mega-yacht marina in Miami. Still working my plan to offload my stowaway. We had a lunch date on a different behemoth, Stardust. I wanted Vista to be horny when we visited. You know, like a shopkeeper dusting his wares. So I quietly slipped out of bed trying not to wake her. I was purposely trying to avoid her vow of sex first thing every morning.
Much to my chagrin, my rattling around with the coffee pot roused my sleeping beauty. She crawled out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she came up behind me, wrapping herself around me. Her hand felt my crotch.
"This is not acceptable. Where's your morning wood, Sailor? I'm in the mood and so is my pussy. Don't you want my pussy to be happy?"
Vista climbed back in bed, spreading her legs for me. "Come fuck me, Sailor. Please, please, please! Coffee can wait. I need your cock in me now. Please?"
Succumbing to her pleas, I nestled in between her thighs, stroking my cock up. Just the sight of her pussy with it's fine pubic hair was enough to swell him up. I guided him home as she raised her legs. Her warm wetness made me wonder why I was avoiding this delight.
"Your cunt is so fucking nice. I just love how tight she is, how she swells up, how she grabs hold. You have a delightful pussy, Vista. One you should be proud of. And one that I can't get enough of."
I was stroking deep now, slow and with purpose. "It's all yours, Captain, it's all yours. Oohhh, yeah ... Any time you want it you can have it. Damn that feels good ... Your cock is just right inside her. You stretch it out so much. Keep fucking me. Just keep fucking me."
Being an early morning fuck, I didn't really last too long. The feelings were so delightful, it only took a few dozen strokes for me to empty myself inside her. It was a regular but satisfying ejaculation.
After breakfast we strolled through the marina just ogling at these hundred million dollar ships. Some were so large that their dinghy alone was bigger than my Love Boat. I wanted to find Stardust so that we'd know where to go for lunch. After locating it, we returned to my miniscule Love Boat.
An hour later Vista was sitting on the edge of the bed absorbed in her phone. I was at the nav station plotting the rest of my passage northbound. "It's almost time to get a move on for our lunch date. Since it's the middle of the day I think you should wear something hot. I mean sexy hot. Show some butt cheeks, show your trophy winning legs, impress the locals."
"Celine says hi, by the way. Says she misses you and wants you to promise to look her up whenever you're back in town. Before we go, I want you to see something on my phone."
I stepped over by her sitting on the bed. She handed me her phone showing a picture of her in doggy position, a closeup of her asshole and pussy filling the screen. She was quick and had my cock disengaged from my boxers and in her mouth before I could even focus on her phone.
She took a few warmup strokes then looked up at me. I melted seeing those eyes. "Just a quickie now. Let me have a little fun." As she's done in the past, one hand wrapped around my balls, pulling my cock toward her and down her throat. The other clutched my ass cheek, her fingernails digging in for control and kink. Her head just rocked, swallowing my whole cock, tip to balls in rapid, non-stop action.
"Oh shit, Vista! Holy fuck! My God that feels so...." I didn't even finish my sentence before cum lubricated her throat. As I was pumping out my load, she held him in tight, all the way down her throat. I shuddered all over. "Damn that was delightful. What brought that on?"
Vista emerged from the stateroom looking just right. Again, she had makeup on. Her eyes were captivating au naturel; with makeup they stole the show. Her shorts were tiny, showing the rounded bottoms of her ass cheeks. Very, very sexy. Her top was one of her tightest little things, showing both midriff and exactly what her boobs looked like, without a bra, of course.
"You look ravishing, Vista. Absolutely stunning. Let's get moving, though. We don't want to be late for our lunch on Stardust."
As we approached the boarding ramp to Stardust, a lovely young lady was waiting. She had long blonde hair parted on the side and wore a crisp outfit accentuating all the important body parts and showcasing those that needed no accentuating.
"Greetings! You must be Miss Vista and Mr. Sailor. I'm Sherry. Mr. Campbell is awaiting your arrival. I'll show you the way. And please. If there's anything I can do for you during your visit, please just ask."
The main salon was empty except for yet another blonde haired beauty, also dressed in a revealing uniform. Sherry passed us off. "This is Tanya. We hope that you'll enjoy your visit to Stardust." We could see that an elaborate lunch setting was in place on the aft deck.
Tanya looked like a model from the Paris fashion scene. Tall, long blonde hair, her large boobs spilling out of her top and shorts so tight she must have been poured into them. She was stunning. "Welcome aboard! May I serve you a cocktail? Mr. Campbell had an urgent last minute phone call. He'll be with you shortly. What may I get you from the bar?"
Just as she served our drinks, Mr. Campbell appeared. He was much younger than the last guy. Tall, dark, and handsome comes to mind. Chiseled features, a cleft chin. A few flecks of gray hair showing at his temples. Very distinguished looking.
"I'm so sorry. I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Thank you for accepting my invitation. Miss Vista and Mr. Sailor, it's a pleasure to have you aboard." Looking straight at Vista's chest he said "I hope to get to know you better over lunch."
Trying to play the game, I tried some small talk. I'm not good at it but gave it a try. "Thank you for having us. This is certainly some yacht you have here."
"Thank you, but I'm not quite satisfied yet. I'm having the gym redone and two of the guest staterooms. How about we have a little tour first. Tanya, would you be so kind as to escort Mr. Sailor?"
"Certainly, Mr. Campbell. It would be my pleasure." As she said this she gave me one hell of a sexy, 'you're gonna like this' look and slid her arm through mine, pressing against me. She led me to a stairwell in the corner. I glanced over my shoulder to see Vista, Campbell's arm around her, his large hand possessing Vista's ass cheek. See turned toward me, her eyes filled with fear, uncertainty and a glare at seeing another woman touching me so warmly.
"You remind me of a lover I had a couple of years back. We're you in the Mediterranean a couple of years ago? Maybe Marseille or Barcelona?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Oh, you should go there. You'd love it." She was acting like we were best friends, even former lovers. Quarters can be tight, even on huge yachts, and Tanya took every opportunity to rub those big tits in my face at every tight squeeze. "This is the pool and down here are the guest staterooms. Follow me."
She opened a door off the hallway and we entered a large stateroom. She closed the door and surreptitiously locked it behind us. I noticed. "These staterooms are all soundproof and two decks below the owner's living quarters on purpose. Mr. Campbell likes his privacy and so do I. It excites me that no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. Just that thought gets me wet. I'll prove it if you want."
I wasn't quite sure how to act. Would fucking one of the crew get me banned for life? Or was it all an accepted part of the lifestyle? I figured that it really didn't matter either way.
"Okay, Tanya. You're on. I'd love to see if you're as wet as I am." She raised one eyebrow, mildly surprised at my response. She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, wiggling her sculpted ass as she did so. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Then she grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand to the G-string in her crotch. Sure enough, it was very wet.
"Okay, Sailor. Your turn." I dropped my shorts and a large wet spot was clearly evident on my boxers. "Come closer. That could be just piss dribble." I stepped closer and she pulled my boxers down over my hardon. She rubbed her finger around on the very tip and licked it between her lips. "Nope, it's precum alright."
I couldn't resist. I dropped to my knees and pushed her thighs apart. I pulled the G-string aside and pushed my face into her wet, hairy cunt. My lips and tongue devoured what juice was there before I attacked her clit. She was tall and had a long, skinny clit. My lips wrapped it up and my tongue played ping-pong with it. She was crying out, her hips twitching and I noticed her hands busy twisting the hell out of her nipples.
"Oh Jesus yes ... my God yes ... harder, harder ... HARDER!" I nibbled on her clit and scraped my teeth across it. When she yelled harder I bit down on it, then sucked it between my lips, then bit again. She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed it into her crotch. She was screaming "YES HARDER NOW MORE MORE HURT ME TAKE ME!" Then the river started flowing. Her hips bucked and her pussy started gushing. Not a usual squirt, mind you. She was a gusher. Her whole crotch was a sloppy, wet swamp.
I seized the moment and mounted her. Her pussy was in full swing and my cock penetrated with no resistance. She grabbed my ass and pulled my hips hard into her cunt. Her legs were straight up in the air and I fucked her deep and hard. She kept yelling "OH FUCK, OH JESUS, DO ME, DAMN, DO ME HARD, FUCK THE HELL OUT OF ME!! HARDER! HARDER!!"
When I finished giving her a load of my salty, pearly juice, she lay there panting for a minute. Then she got up, got dressed, and snapped right back into work mode. Holding my arm, cozying up to me, making me feel special. That was her job.
"Thanks, Mr. Sailor. That was amazing. And nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors!" She gave me an insiders wink.
On the way back to the main salon we passed yet another crew. She was much older, short and looked Mexican. Tanya sternly told her "stateroom 3 needs the linens changed."