2 comments/ 27417 views/ 1 favorites Submissive Cruise By: Ms M Sitting there nervously, I could feel the beads of sweat starting to form on the back of my neck. How I hated the fact that I even let my friends talk me into this. I mean yea, my life had become somewhat of a mess lately, but everyone has a shitty time occasionally right? It had come to the point of just existing, and my friends had done all they could. So, here I sit... on a fabulous ship already headed out into the ocean for 3 fun filled glorious BORING days. The room was buzzing with excitement, women dressed in their best formal gowns, men looking dapper in their tuxedo's. Wine glasses being constantly filled by the most polite waiters. An orchestra was playing for our benefit. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. But I put my best face on and was determined to make the best of this trip. I was going to stare at the ocean until I could feel the tension leave my body. Life had handed me a turn of events lately, and I was not ready to give in. My job was my only sanity at this point, along with my friends. I was tired of blind dates, ending in a tug of war with my clothes. During conversation at dinner, I couldn't help but feel that someone was watching me. My eyes scanned the room, and noticed nothing unusual. I excused myself and found an empty space in the next room at the bar. Sliding up on the seat, placing my evening bag on the bar, I ordered a vodka and cranberry juice. Taking the first sip was a bit harsh, but then it went down smooth. Again, I had the feeling that some- one was watching me. I choose to ignore it this time, thinking I had brought with me all of my emotions that should have been left back at my apartment. I had just gotten out of a long whirlwind relationship. I finished the last of my drink an ordered another one to take out on the deck with me. At least I knew I would have some privacy with my thoughts out there, seeing as how the rest of the guest were still mingling inside. Slipping quietly out the door, I was hesitant to approach the railing, always a fear of mine. But in no time, I could see why they use the scenes that they do in the movies, something about the feel of the ocean wind blowing against your skin is calming. My mind started it usual game on me. I was not unattractive....I had kept myself in pretty good shape, I enjoyed the company of others. And yet, I find myself alone on a cruise ship. SHIT....the feeling of being watched was again creeping over me. Before I could turn around, I heard a soft voice asking me to not jump. Then a soft laughter. I turned around and found myself facing a face that I found to be be very comforting. No fears, no worries. Taking my empty glass, and handing me one that was filled with.....guess.....vodka and cranberry juice. I could only stare at the glass. He began making small talk and the next thing I knew, we were engaged in a smooth flowing conversation. The drink, the wind, the sound of his voice.....I was being lulled into peace. I turned to rest my arms on the railing, wanting to feel the wind continue to soothe me. I could feel the heat from his body as he came up from behind me, placing his hands next to mine, one on each side of me. I could feel his breathe closing in on my neck as he continued to speak softly to me. I relaxed more and now I could feel his body leaning into mine. My head was swooning, my body reacting against my will. The back of my gown was open all the way down to the curve of my back. Red silk had seem to be a good choice at the time. The front was very form fitting to my breast. Thank goodness for being young. Each side of the gown opened all the way up to the top of my thighs. Thank goodness for running. The wind still enchanting. His voice still luring me in. I shivered as I felt his lips brushing against my neck. Mentally begging him not to stop. My body had a mind of its own. I could feel him pressing closer with every word that came from his lips. I could feel his hand touching the bare skin on my back....his lips now kissing my shoulders. I tried to fight it. Mentally that is. Now both hands where on my hips, moving towards the opening of the sides of my gown. Fingertips now finding my skin....sending shocks of electricity to every nerve ending I had. Breathe...just breathe...was all I could manage to think. His words had such an effect on me. Not the kind to offend. But the kind that make you submissive, and gladly. Submissive Cruise Ch. 02 I could feel my fingertips tightening on the railing. How could I let this be happening? Why was I letting this happen? Simple...loneliness was hard to live with. Let it go... be spontaneous I told myself. When he slipped his hands between my thighs... I could have sworn I heard a whimper escape from his lips. Nothing I could say or do at this point was going to convince him that I wasn't excited. My head was tilted back at this point, my whole body was anticipating his next move. I wanted to scream out when I felt him pushing harder against me. It was as if he was subliminally controlling me. I reached behind me and was searching for his zipper. I slowly moved it downward and reached inside his tuxedo trousers and found my desire. He was standing close enough behind me that it only took a swift move of his hand to lift the back of my gown. When I felt the heat of his raging cock touching my backside...my whole body went into shock. With another sensuous move...I could feel him entering me. Now my knuckles where white against the railing. The heat from his cock made me orgasm on the spot. How good it felt! This was not going to be just any fuck, I knew that instantly. This was going to be one that I would remember and beg for from time to time. Others had started to wander out onto the deck at this time. I became nervous, he softly assured me that no one would know. They would think we were swaying to the sound of the Orchestra if I could control myself. This was a task that was more of a command rather than a suggestion. A command that I could not bring myself to disobey. We continue to dance our private dance of ecstasy. His hips met mine, and with each upstroke, I found myself pushing back against him. He continued to lean into me, commanding me to fuck him, and to fuck him good, and to fuck him hard! Daring me to cum before he told me to. And if I disobeyed him, he would walk away, leaving me hot and unsatisfied. When my body was rocked with heated, mind blowing orgasms, only after he allowed me to, he gently began slowing down the pace. I could feel his hot cum shooting deep and hard inside of me. Slowly backing up so that no one would notice when the back of my gown was lowered and that he had composed himself. He reached for my hand and led me away from the crowd. My knee's weak from such a powerful encounter, not even sure if I could walk, he pulled me close for support. Smiling to himself. We reached a dark area that was under some secluded stairs. He turned to me and started to kiss me, softly at first. Then it became more forceful, more passionately and heated. His tongue parted my lips and found mine. The whole inside of my mouth started to tingle. Again, my body was giving in. His hands cupped each of my breast, his thumb found my nipples and started to rub them aggressively against the material of my gown. They happily reacted to his touch. He had me climb up a few of the steps and he continued to stand on the floor. His fingers again, going between my thighs, and lifted my gown. I felt his tongue touch me. I felt my knees buckle. His tongue danced around my clit, circling it, teasing it until he drove it deep inside of me. My hands immediately went to the back of his head. Pulling him closer, as if I had no control. He was definitely controlling this, and I didn't want to argue. He concentrated on licking my clit, while his fingers fucked me. Words that I normally wouldn't say, were flowing like wine from my lips. Begging him to make me cum with that sweet tongue of his, not to stop until I could feel the cum flowing down my legs. He backed away long enough to look me in the eye, as if to remind me who was in control, but not letting his fingers leave my wet pussy. I gave him a submissive look , he smiled and returned to licking my swollen clit. I had lost count at this point. What orgasm was I on? Who cared...as long as it continued? I was being fucked with the sweetest tongue ever imaginable. With no energy left, he eased back... and pulled me down by my waist to kiss him. Sharing my juices with me. I licked his lips and savored it! Submissive Cruise Ch. 03 Half way carrying me....we went back to my cabin. Taking the keys from me, he unlocked the door, led me into the room. Sat me down on the edge of the bed, bent down to kiss me and said not to move. He disappeared into the bathroom. I could hear the sound of water running. He returned moments later. He looked at me with a look I couldn't quite figure out. Gently undressing me... he then proceeded to undress himself. I could only look in awe at him. Guiding me into the shower, he began to shampoo my hair and lathered up my body. His tongue found my hard nipples and began to tease them with soft biting, sucking and licking. This brought my body back to life again. I began to kiss him. His lips, his cheeks, his eyes, his nose. My hands exploring his body. Feeling every muscle, every bend and curve. Pressing me against the cool tile wall of the shower, water cascading down both of our bodies, lips blending into one another, we united as one. My body was no longer mine. I had given it to him freely and was having no regrets in doing so. As he entered me, I could feel how hot and rigid he was. With each gentle thrust, my body rejoiced, aching for the need to be released again. As though he could read my mind, he would slow the rhythm down just long enough to bring me back to earth. The kisses, the caressing....the vulgar whispers of pleasuring was ultimately devine. I once again had been driven to the point of orgasm. With my left leg wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, I bucked and jumped beneath him in a frenzy, whimpering and panting. When I looked him in the eyes, I knew there was still unfinished business. I turned and placed him against the tile, holding his wrist up by his shoulders, I began to kiss him, feverishly. Teasingly kissing my way down to his still massive erection. Gently nibbling at the top of his thighs, letting my fingers curve around his swollen balls...I then began to lash out and tease the tip of his beautiful helmet. Eagerly engulfing the full length of him. Pulling back, and running my tongue along the soft side of the bottom of his cock. Keeping only the head of it inside of my mouth, I continued to suck and press my tongue against him. Hearing him moan, brought me only that much more pleasure. I could feel the pressure building up in his balls, making them tighten. At this point, it was hard to tell who was wanting him to cum more, me or him. I looked up at him, and he was looking down, waiting for me to give him approval to cum, and not hold back. I took him all the way down again, and this was his green light. Placing his hands in my hair, he rocked and I could hear the growl escape from his throat. The cum was hot, sweet and in abundance. Swallowing with each jerking thrust, his head rocked back and forth. When I was sure I had devoured every savory drop, I kissed my way back up to his lips. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around my shoulders and kissed my neck. I then turned him around and began to dry his back. Kissing it more than drying it. He exited the room and I continued to comb my hair and found my robe. When I entered the bedroom, he was thanking the bell boy. The cabin lights were dimmed, soft music was playing and he joined me on the bed, bringing with him a tray of beautiful dark red grapes and bottled water. Up until this point, I hadn't noticed the emptiness in my stomach. We curled up on the bed and fed one another. He kept reaching out and touching my hair, my face and smiling at me. He was in his late 40's, had black hair and a mustache. I had to stop myself several times, I was staring more than I entended to. But something in his eyes held me captive. I was always one for believing that you could almost look into ones soul through their eyes. After a little while, my eyes began to get heavy. He pulled me back against him and started to speak softly in my ear. I awoke and had a thick fog around my head. Not quite able to establish my footing yet, then I sat straight up in bed. Looking around my cabin for any proof that I hadn't been dreaming. I pulled myself to my feet and entered the bathroom. Cursing myself, thinking I truly was going insane. My fears were short lived when I turned to face the mirror. It was written in my lipstick...."I now know what love and passion are". Tears formed in my eyes and my heart sank. Caught up in my own thoughts, I hadn't heard the knocking on my cabin door. Making sure I was fully covered by my robe, I was greeted by the same bell boy that was here last night. He handed me a tray and wished me a wonderful morning. As he turned and left, I felt foolish again for hoping it was my beautiful stranger. I didn't order room service. But the thought of going back into the crowd of people made me decide to just sit in here and eat. When I opened the tray, there was a note inside the lid. Reading.... I wanted nothing more than to wake up with you in my arms. But time had slipped away from me and I had to leave the ship first thing this morning to attend to business once the boat docked. I will return before the boat sets out again this evening. If you're feeling the same as you did last night, and if your body told the truth, I will be waiting for you in the dining room with anticipation. Tears began flowing freely at this point.