0 comments/ 20843 views/ 0 favorites Pleasure Cruise By: ozerotika Where do ideas come from? Have things ever happened to you to give you certain ideas. I'd taken a job as bartender/room manager on a ship, the S.S. Diamante, sailing from the United States to Australia. It was designed to be a pleasure cruise for all the passengers. One major concern of the crew's was to ensure that an enjoyable time was experienced by all. A number believed that included them as well. After all a happy crew went a long way to assisting their guests have a memorable time. Appointed to directly amuse the passengers was the Games Co-ordinator, Wendy. She took her job seriously; even providing a little light relief to maintain the morale of those on board. She obviously thought my morale needed boosting by giving me an unforgettable shower where the not only the soap suds were flowing. But, that's another story; perhaps Wendy will tell it one day. I'm Brad by the way. The ladies who came in here usually wanted a drink, but when they saw me they really needed a drink. Even if I do say so myself my physique certainly dried up one lot of juices and set another lot flowing. The bar was my pride and joy so it was Wendy who gave me 'ideas' with her shower scene. The bar needed a bit of a clean, perhaps even a polish. After all wouldn't the captain be pleased that I was throwing myself into my work so diligently and not just looking for my next adventure. Read into that sexual adventure because I'd developed a bit of a reputation. The passengers would be impressed to see that their favourite bartender was hard at it, especially certain passengers who thought the *harder* the better. Of course I could still have some fun couldn't I? I mean not necessarily music while you work, but entertainment anyway. I was sure Wendy would help. After all hadn't I helped with the body painting (another of her on board games). I thought I'd encourage her by telling her that I knew of a particular pastime that she might, as Games Co-ordinator, like to introduce to the passengers knowing that Wendy was game for anything. I did have a particular activity in mind but not the sort she thought, the true professional that she was. She was ready, willing and able - games were her bread and butter and I wanted to help do the spreading! Wendy saw all the cleaning gear on the bar and thought I must be turning over a new leaf. Now down to business - the game - the cleaning. Well it was down to business, but not the sort she thought. Strong hands lifted her onto the bar with the words, "Up you go sexy," ringing alarm bells in her head. "Well what about this game, Brad?" questioned Wendy. "OK. It goes like this ..." With that I flipped her over onto her front, draping her over the end of the bar. "Brad certainly has turned over a new leaf - and I'm it!" thought Wendy. Her upper body rested on the bar and her legs hung over one end. "I call the game, 'Polish the Bar'!" I whispered in her ear. "Let's demonstrate it. For this game you are clothed only above the waist." She was wearing the usual Games Co-ordinator uniform, but I soon had her down to her white nylon and lace panties. "You don't want your panties do you Wendy!" It was a statement, not a question. I soon had her panties in my grasp ... I might need them later. Now it was to work *and* play! "Give me your pussy, Wendy. You want to find out about this game, don't you?" I laughed. I lightly, but insistently licked her pussy lips then took mouthfuls of cunt. "He's still horny," she thought as she gasped, her body being forced along the bar by his insistent tongue. "Now I know the *game*. He's going to use me to polish his bar," she moaned as she felt her pussy juices flooding down her legs. She liked this game ... and wanted more! Backwards and forwards she went, sliding over the bar, coating it with her excitement, only to use her clothed upper half to polish the bar with the perfume of her sex. By this time a small crowd of onlookers had arrived to see me, the bartender, providing a very interesting bar service ... or was it to watch Wendy, Games Co-ordinator, in the throws of playing a new game! I kept on eating her warm, sexy pussy while she climbed the walls or rather slid further along the bar with my mouth attached to her love box. "Oh, ohh, ohhh, aaaahhhh, ..., you're working my clit Brad," purred Wendy. I stroked her clitoris in a combination of fast and slow strokes keeping her on the boil; keeping her turning over nicely. Every moan, every groan, seemed to have a direct line to my ever stiffening cock, but this was an oral game that I was playing with Wendy. She was the one I had to thank. And thank her I did as she was driven to rise high off the bar, scream and collapse, her pulsating orgasm sounding the end of the game - at least this round. "No doubt, my long, stiff rod will taste many pussies before this trip is over judging by the actions of some of the watching ladies," I thought, rubbing my groin in a sexually enticing way. "Meanwhile I'll have to be satisfied with providing them with good, stiff drinks!" I smiled to myself. Pleasure Cruise It's a clear sunny day with a nice cool breeze from the north. We take a drive along the coast, to start the day after breakfast, and we're both in a naughty, very mischievous kind of mood. You've worn a silky soft skirt, and since you've purposely remained naked underneath, you slowly and teasingly hike up, and at my request you flash me and play with that delicious rosebud in front of me as we travel. As I take pains to watch both you and the road, I lift your blouse and caress your ample breasts, and lightly pinch your nipples and trail my fingertips over the outer curves. I make certain to maintain a discreet distance between us and the other vehicles, as you spread and arch your freshly glistening little flower out for pleasure as you tease it up while I play with your sexy tits. After a many long minutes and miles of this, I tell you to open my pants and take out my swollen cock. You flash me a lascivious look as you begin do it, and you stroke it very lightly as it stiffens further. I tense a little in my seat as you get me hotter and hotter, and as I break a slight sweat, you bend down to lick the pre-cum just beginning to show at the tip. As you turn toward me in your seat, I reach down I finger your soaking little slit first teasingly and then gradually more deeply, and then slip all the way out to jill your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming, but not letting you actually get there until we can stop someplace discreet. When we do finally stop and park a little ways off the highway under some lush trees, I roll on a condom and you eagerly straddle my cock and glide the folds your slick little pussy up and down the underside of its hard length, feeling every inch as it rubs against your slippery little petals, and then moving so extra slow as your little button slips over my glistening pink head. I run my tongue in circles over your swollen nipples and suckle at them - first one and then the other - gentle and firm, feeling them up nicely as you graze your honeyed lily over my shaft. Then as the distant traffic rushes past, you slide your opening gradually down onto my heated length and let it impale that luscious little belly of yours as you diddle that wet little clit in front of me, and I feel up your tits and bend forward to lick your nipples with a fast flicking tongue and roll them between my thumbs and forefingers. Then you press that puffy little mound down and grind your hard pink little nub into my pelvic bone, arching your back and rubbing into me. Neither of us are able to hold off for long, and I feel your sex clenching down on my plunging cockshaft as you squirt a little hot clear girl-cum between us, and my whiteness streams in gushes deep within your writhing belly. We lay against each other in a warm afterglow, and we feel each other's skin slick with sweat as we relax in each other's bodies. Then I open my window to let the cool morning air in, refreshing us for another sweet encounter farther up the road. I want that scrumptiously wet little slit cumming hard and sweet as often as I can give you that delicious pleasure. Later on that night we're invited to a five-hour wedding cruise. We've been sitting in the car in the parking lot kissing and touching, having arrived earlier in the evening - not knowing the travel time or the traffic on the route to the harbor, and not wanting to be late. Now as we board, we're holding each other close and my hand moves heavily to trace the contours of your waist and your hips as your fingertips run gently over the muscles of my back. Upon crossing from the gangplank to the deck, you discreetly draw a quick line across the top of my butt cheek with your fingernails. The youthful crowd gathers in the main cabin for the ceremony, now adroitly performed by the gentlemanly old captain. The rites proceed with a number of touching modifications to tradition; notably the bride and groom read aloud from small scrolls their personally crafted vows evidencing both romantic and erotic overtones. The buoyant reception celebration begins with several clever and heartfelt toasts from those closest to the happy couple, and a light but delicious meal is served. A little later, we're encouraged by the champagne and the warmth of the cabin to seek a little of the night air, and the water is smooth and glassy as it passes around the hull beneath the moon in the cool of the evening. The blue-white of the moonlight is enhanced by the yellowish twinkle of the delicate party lights braided though the rigging. Touring the deck of the eighty-foot ship, we pass several other couples embracing and whispering quietly to each other, and we then find ourselves quite alone a little way from the bow on the starboard side. We turn toward each other and enjoy a long, champagne flavored kiss, our tongues playing sensuously as we feel each other's growing warmth through our clothing. We walk a bit further and notice a comfortable booth in a sheltered alcove facing the water and the city lights in the distance, and we sit and hold each other close and share slow caresses. As we touch and our passion gradually builds, I reach beneath your long flowing gown and explore the curves of your sexy thighs and your shapely hips, with each pass gradually nearing your hungry cleft. You allow a naughty smile to frame your lips and you lean to look both ways along the railing before opening the folds at the front of your gown and revealing your naked breasts to me for a moment and then deftly removing your panties and handing them to me beneath the table - whereupon I quickly stow them in my breastpocket. I then brush aside the cloth of the front of your gown again and bend and taste each of your nipples as I move beneath the lower cloth with my other hand to touch your sweet musky sex, and I find you're eagerly wet to the touch. You move your fingers over my thighs and press against my firm swelling, feeling its heat through the wool and silk. I guide your thighs open beneath your gown and part your wetness with my fingertips, and then slide two of my fingers slowly all the way deep up into your slick tightness, and touch my thumb gently against your wet little button rubbing slowly from side to side. With the fingers of my other hand entwined in the hair at the back of your head, I pull your mouth onto my tongue. You let forth an urgent sigh of pleasure and begin to work to loose my shaft behind the floor-length tablecloth. As my fingers slip gently in and out of you, and you softly stroke the length of my bare cock with very slow caressing passes up and down from the head to the curls, we are briefly interrupted by a muffled giggle. We lean a little forward over the table and turn to see another couple leaning against the railing some distance away further aft. They are kissing and touching each other passionately and they are obviously quite unaware of our presence. Secure in the knowledge that any further interruption of our sweet play will likely follow the warning of conversation from their quarter, we begin to pursue each other's pleasure more ardently. You drape your skirt heavily over my nakedness as you drop my trousers past my knees and lower your warm naked thigh across my legs. I sit you on the table and part your thighs as you lean back and watch me as I descend to graze my lips across your hot blossom and begin to taste your sweet nectar with soft slow strokes of the wet flat of my tongue. Then I flick the tip light and fast just under your swollen button, and alternate between that and little soft bites over your mons and long heavy licks from the very bottom to the very top of your slick little pussy - then building to the point where I'm utterly devouring you, with heavy tongue-fucking and sucking that yummy clit - then returning to teasing licks and nibbles. In this way I soon have you trembling and frothy, and very hungry to feel my swollen cock up in you. Inflamed with my own hunger to feel myself plunging inside you, I then guide you to straddle me in the space behind the table. You notice that I've properly sheathed my cock as I licked you, and as you lower yourself over me, I tease the head of my prick over the blazing and soaked folds of your womanhood, and as I enter the depths of your lusciously hot, slick sex, I part the cloth at the front of your gown once more and lick a long and slow path between your breasts as I feel them up firmly and roll your puffy nipples between my fingers. We take turns between your rising and falling over my cock and my thrusting up into your warm wetness, as our tongues lick playfully at each other. Our lust grows hotter and builds to its peak as you throw your head back and then forward again with each stroke of your body. Your mouth drops open and your tongue lays lax and full against your lower lip, and your heavy breath quietly escapes unhindered as you begin to shudder and quiver with ecstasy, and you brace yourself with your trembling hands gripping my shoulders. As you wriggle down onto me, your scrumptious tunnel convulsively clenching again and again around my prick as you grind heavily against me with your sex-hardened nub, your flowing juice spreads over my balls and you feel my body tense and flex as my heated seed spurts and spills deep within your writhing belly. Your mouth finds mine as your eyes roll forward to look out beneath your heavy lids, and you see mine opening dreamily regarding you with a sated glaze. Our breath slowly calms, and we take a brief moment to ensure we have remained unobserved. Our secret is safe, and our unknowing guards are preparing to leave as we carefully make ourselves presentable and rise to rejoin the festivities. We join the gathering in the pleasant warmth of the cabin, and as we sit down close together to a nice cup of tea, I can feel you tightly crossing your legs beneath the table, and I can see your eyes glaze slightly as you thoroughly enjoy the persistent glow in your secretly slippery folds as our juices mingle between your closed thighs. I lean in to whisper quietly into your ear, telling you to keep that up until we disembark, because I'm not anywhere near done with you yet. I follow that suggestion with a quick sharp nibble at the back of your neck. Pleasure Cruise Sara dragged a deep relaxing breath into her chest as she felt the crisp sea breeze crossover her bared chest. Her hardened nipples were pointed straight upward at the cloudless sky overhead and her entire body glistened with a combination of sweat and oil. Whatever tan lines she may have had when the trip began were long since faded and her entire body had an even tan now. The black shades she perpetually wore concealed her pretty brown eyes that occasionally opened to see who was ogling her. She didn't mind. Actually she only minded when nobody was checking her out. She'd spent the last several months working out to tone her body into its current Coke bottle form. Right now the only other person on the deck was Justin. He was wearing a pair of black swim trunks with a white tribal symbol on one leg. Like most men of his age the shorts could almost have been considered pants, they reached midway down his calf and made his already slender frame seem gaunt. His bright blue eyes were however where they were supposed to be, inching up over Sara's thighs to her trimmed twat. He seemed stuck there for a moment as a few fantasies leapt through his mind them moved higher on her frame. It wouldn't have hurt Sara to move up a bust size. A good firm handful of flesh would have elevated Sara from hot to unbelievable. A bad boy smirk curled his lips as he realized not only was she awake but she was watching him. "Hey babe." Justin said in his usual swagger walking up to Sara brazenly staring at her hardened nipples for a moment before staring over the railing at the sea. She never knew what to say to Justin. The way he stared at her just made her nethers drip with lust. Sara turned slightly to face him letting her eyes slowly move over his back before letting a rumbling purr escape her lips. "Hey yourself." As he turned to face her she ran her tongue over her lips. As usual he ignored her advances, not so much as a flicker of interest in those baby blues, a feat he took great pride in. "Not to much farther till we arrive at Isla Cielo." He dragged his gaze away from her glistening lips to start back over the horizon and gently rocking waters. "So, tell me, what do you expect to find at Cielo?" "Just stretches of beautiful beach so they can take pictures of me." Sara replied turning her head towards Jason. She could barely see the horizon over his along side his waist. "I don't know why you are so shy. You can take off your shorts anytime you want you know?" Sara suggested licking her lips again and batting her eyes in a wasted gesture. "Fine. If you'll show me yours I'll tell you mine." Jason responded turning around slowly leaning against railing. Even through her glasses he could read her expression. Sara stared at him again, a sudden warmth spreading from her womanhood up into her stomach as she experienced his personality. She drew in a deep breath swelling her breasts slightly she barely noticed her hand wandering down between her thighs to stroke her engorged clit. She might not have been entirely aware of what she was doing but Jason was, his brown eyes had instantly zoned in on her wet pussy. For a long moment he just stared at her, his smirk turning to a full smile as he reached down and untied his trunks. As she pushed a pair of her slender digits into her moist pussy Jason lowered his trunks to his ankles. Just under seven inches of hard flesh was revealed as Jason stepped out of his trunks. "I'm glad you like it." Jason teased walking toward her. Sara remained still her gaze focused on the bobbing cockhead approaching her. A clear drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip teasing the tanning nymph to taste it. Reaching up with one hand she lowered her shades so she could look into her eyes before she wrapped her slender digits around his manhood. Using her thumb she smeared his juices over the head of his cock teasingly tightening her grip. Within a few moments Jason's thighs had a slight tremble as he stroked his manhood leaning up slowly and tracing the underside her tongue. His heart was beating so hard that she could feel it through his cock. "Mmmm. You taste good Jason." He didn't respond, instead he braced himself against the lounge chair she was laying on. Using his cock as a handle she guided him around till he was standing at the head of the chair, his legs just slightly parted. Sara rolled over onto her knees keeping his cock in grasp and carefully knelt on the chair her tongue dancing along the underside of his scrotum as she stroked him off. "You like that Jason?" He didn't quite form a word, instead he lightly moaned and nodded in response. Sara giggled running her tongue the length of his shaft tracing around the crown slowly. "Nuh uh. You gotta tell me what you like, or else I won't know." Jason felt his hands clench into fists then slowly relax as she continued her assault on his manhood. Stomach muscles tightened as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick. Once she had his cock firmly between her warm soft lips she started twirling her tongue all around the crown. Every time her tongue flickered along the "v" on the underside of his cock it leapt in her mouth. In less than a minute she had him pulsing, just inches away from exploding in her mouth. "Not just yet big man." Sara stood up the tips of her toes so her lips were brushing against his. Quickly she brought the saran up behind his head and pulled him down for a kiss. His eyes shot open as he felt her tongue push past her his lips and twirled with his. Nimble fingers went to work untying the knot keeping his trousers up and let them slide down to his knees. "Say something sweet." "Like please don't stop?" Jason replied wriggling slightly easing his trunks down to the deck and kicking them aside. "Oh I'm not sure I would stop even if you asked me to." She whispered wrapping her arms around his shoulder and pulling herself up. Sara rested her feet on the railing behind him sliding her moist outer lips along his hard shaft. I think if you tried to stop me I'd just throw you down and ride." She purred biting down on his are lobe and gently tugging on it. Jason gripped Sara's ass and pulled her up against him aiming his cock at her dripping hole. "Don't worry if you did try to stop I'd just take you by the hair and rape you." He hissed back grinding his cock against her opening. A slight squeal escaped her lips as the tip slipped into her pussy. "You can't rape the willing." She replied dropping her weight down and impaling herself on his cock. Only the railing kept him from collapsing as his legs weakened beneath him. "Just hold still for me big boy." Sara's nails dug into his shoulders as she started riding up and down on his cock. Each time she pulled up nearly letting his cock escape her cunt before plunging downward. Jason's eyes glazed over as she ground her lips against his a muffled moan escaping her. Fingers locked down on the railing desperate to support his weight while pumping his hips back against her own. After a few moments he managed to get his rhythm down plunging his tongue into her mouth. It was Sara that finally broke the kiss whipping her head back in ecstasy and her hair settling down over Jason's shoulders in the end. Jason's eyes clenched shut as Sara bit down on his lip tugging roughly as she clawed into his shoulders. The combined sensations would have been painful if not for the wonderful feelings she was sending to his cock. For a brief moment the world went pure white as Sara felt his cock bottom out in her cunt. Her muscles all locked in to place as her pussy exploded in a series of spasms that coated his cock in her juices. A shriek parted her lips as her hips finally started to work furiously riding out the wave of euphoria. "Gods." The sudden tempo change was more than Jason' could handle letting his head fall back as he slowly slide down to deck with Sara still riding him. His hands moved to her hips guiding her to just the right spot before digging his fingers into her flesh and groaning. He felt his entire body stiffen as he came. He lost count after the first three draining blasts flooded her cunt. "Damn, that was good." Jason whispered gently kissing her forehead. "Definitely." Sara replied kissing his lips cradling his face. "Look behind you." Jason sighed deeply turning his head toward the horizon. The sun was setting behind the island which was much closer now. Even in the dying light they could make out the palm trees that lined the black sand beach and almost see the waves as they splashed up on the land. "We should get some rest." Jason said finally lifting Sara from his lap and getting to his feet. "I'll see you in the morning beautiful." He kissed her one last time, letting his tongue briefly dance with hers before walking below deck to his room. Sara walked over to one of the lounge chairs and lay down putting her shades on to keep the boat lights from waking her when they came on.