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Master Telepath: Shipboard Life

By Victor Ramierez

Chapter 1

Bobby looked around the ship; he was here on a family holiday, on a cruise ship. He was stuck here, being dragged around the ocean from one tropical island to the next. He had not managed to convince his parents that as he was no longer a child he didn't need to continue going on holidays with them, but his mother would not hear of it. Just because his sister was at college she got out of these things now, but he was still captive to his mother's whims.

He had gone along to the travel agent with his parents and between talking to the agent and to the girl at the check in counter when they arrived to board the ship, he had managed to work out an upgrade for them all, and scored a room for himself with a balcony.

At least if he had to be here, it was going to be comfortable.

After having breakfast with them, his parents were now lounging around the pool, and Bobby settled down near the bar, watching fat, older female tourists as they waddled their pasty white backsides around in their skin-tight bikinis. It was a truly scary sight to behold. There were the drunken obnoxious red neck types who wouldn't leave the bar, with their girlfriends who had their cellulite-filled, wobbly, arms and legs covered in god-awful tattoos, many of which looked like they'd been done by a five year old. If people wanted to have ink on their skin that was fine with Bobby, just make it something worth looking at.

Bobby watched in amusement as an older white guy lead his much younger, pretty Asian wife around the deck, looking for a deckchair to park his rotund backside upon. Bobby could tell that she had been a mail-order bride or something like that, and the guy was happily pretending otherwise, thinking that no one else would know. He may as well have been carrying a sign that said no one else wanted me so I bought a wife. This guy was fat, pasty white, and balding. He was the type of guy who wore socks with sandals, short-sleeved business shirts without a tie, and Bermuda shorts, all at the same time. He wore thick coke-bottle like glasses magnifying the piggy little eyes behind them, squinting to see as he greedily slurped down his third free ice cream cone of the morning. He was making sure he was getting his money's worth, in a few moments he'd be first in line for the free buffet when it opened.

He had never quite figured out why the girls didn't like him as much as mother always said they would. He'd showed them all; back home they were all envious of his new wife Ping. Now he had brought her on this holiday so he could get away on a much-needed break from the office and show her the fine life they would have together, just as he had promised her.

Secretly in the back of his mind, the guy knew that she could leave him at any second, so he did his best to be both kind and giving to her, whilst still trying to keep her away from other men as much as possible.

"Guess you picked the wrong cruise," grinned Bobby as he stood up to follow Ping's tight little arse in her yellow one-piece swimsuit.

They sat down on a pair of empty deckchairs a little way away from the pool, and Bobby lay down on the next one, alongside Ping. She had long black shiny hair, and a small frame. Her tits were nothing worth mentioning and her arse, while nicely formed was tiny too.

Bobby was really only here to amuse himself, and fuck with her hubby's head.

Ping lay back, almost arrogantly on her chair; wrap around sunglasses hiding her eyes from view. Her husband Mike continued to slurp at his ice cream while trying to get the attention of a waiter to get a refill for his coke.

Bobby lay down on his stomach, waited until Mike's attention had returned to Ping, and then turned to face her.

"I think I'll have a body-slide massage today Ping," said Bobby as though he was ordering his regular drink from his usual waitress.

Bobby had already mentally adjusted Ping as he had lay there waiting for Mike's attention, and she quickly got up and began to slide the straps of her swimsuit down her arms.

Mike nearly swallowed the straw out of his drink as his wife suddenly pulled her top down, revealing her tiny little dark nipples.

"Ping! What the hell are you doing?"

"What do you think? He has ordered massage," stated Ping pointing at Bobby matter-of-factly.

"You don't do that work Ping, you're me wife," Mike was really starting to struggle with this. He didn't' understand why she would just do as she was told by some stranger.

"Come on Ping, hurry up I don't have all day," said Bobby, happily adding fuel to the fire as he rolled over onto his stomach.

Ping slipped her swimsuit off to stand there naked, her black haired pubic bush revealed to everyone on the pool deck, Mike tried to stand up so he could throw a towel over her and take her back inside.

Mike found that his body ignored him, and he couldn't do anything.

"Ping stop it," he whined as she grabbed hold of the sun tan oil and began pouring the lotion all over Bobby's back, arms and legs.

Mike was in shock as his worst nightmare was happening right before his very eyes. Ping was attending to this guy's needs, and was ignoring him, just like every other girl had always done.

Bobby lay happily, enjoying the feeling of her hands working over his muscles; he felt her little erect nipples press into his back as she began to slide them up and down from his shoulder blades to his lower back.

"I take your shorts off Sir, I need to get to you better," she said to Bobby as she slid his swim trunks down his legs, removed them, folded them neatly, and carefully placed them on her deck chair.

"What are you doing Ping, please stop it," begged Mike, as Ping was totally ignoring him.

Ping massaged Bobby's calves, and the soles of his feet. She climbed onto his back facing his feet, sitting in the curve of the small of his back, and was pressing her moist pussy lips against his warm skin. She slid her arse back up towards his head, laid herself down against his warm flesh and then she slid herself forwards sliding up over his arse and down onto the backs of his thighs.

Mike was aghast; he looked from side to side and was stunned to see the people around him behaving as though nothing was happening.

People continued reading their books, others were swimming in the pool, kids were running around dive bombing each other, all the while his wife was giving a naked massage to some guy he'd never seen before.

"Hey buddy," Mike looked up to where the voice was coming from, a tall, thin, older looking guy of about 55 stood there. He grinned at Bobby, as Bobby also looked up at him from the chair, while Ping continued sliding up and down his back. Bobby nodded a greeting at him.

Mike realised, as Ping's arse lifted up in the air towards the guy, what a view of Ping's pussy he'd be getting.

"Looks great, haven't had one of those massages in years, not since I was in a Thai massage place when I was in the service."

He pointed at Ping's tight little arse as she raised it up off Bobby's back, before sliding back down again, driving her nipples into his arse as she slid over it.

"Didn't know they offered those at the day spa here, would have come on this cruise a long time ago if the wife had mentioned it. How do I book in?"

Bobby pointed at Mike.

"Organise it with him, he takes her bookings," and laid his head back to allow Ping to continue properly.

"You roll over now," she instructed.

Bobby rolled over, watching Mike as he tried to explain to the guy that Ping didn't do these massages, whist he was also trying to keep an eye on what Ping was doing to Bobby.

"Very nice," said Ping as she stared at Bobby's erect cock for a moment. She bent over, gave it a kiss, and licked her lips as she stood up to move around the chair.

"See real dick," said Ping to Mike, pointing at Bobby's cock, and giving Mike a hard slap on the arm. "You just mister floppy."

Mike was mortified.

"Please I told you, it's only temporary, I have those little blue tablets now," he whined.

Ping made a noise of disbelief and returned to her work, spreading lotion over Bobby's chest, before straddling his chest, her tits in Bobby's face.

Bobby enjoyed every second of Ping sliding up and down his body; her erect nipples were being dragged across his flesh, through the hair on his chest and up to press into his face, again and again.

Her experienced hands worked her way over his muscles, making every part of him feel quite relaxed. Well, almost all of him, one muscle was far from relaxed, but she would get to that one too, soon.

She slid down so that her chin was resting on his scrotum, and she was taking little short sucks on the tip of his cock.

"Hmm, yummy. You want happy ending?"

Mike was just about ready to sob when he heard this.

"Ping, no!"

Bobby nodded and she quickly slid herself up, coming to rest on his belly.

"I give you best happy ending ever, not just sucky sucky," she grinned at Mike, firing daggers through his heart.

She reached back behind her arse, grabbed Bobby's cock and aimed it at her wet slit. With a thrust backwards she impaled herself on it, and then with a grunt she slid back further, driving the length of it completely inside herself.

The older guy whacked Mike on the back of his head.

"She doesn't do those kinds of massages?! Well what the fuck is that?" he pointed at Ping riding Bobby's cock. "You trying to say I'm not good enough for this little whore? Sign me up now or I'll knock your little arse into next week, you fuckin' pussy!"

Mike didn't know what to do, so he agreed to book him in, just to make the bully go away, which is what he'd always had to do his entire life.

"That's what I'm talking about bitch," he said as he gave Mike another slap to the back of the head and walked off to enjoy the midday sun.

"Get off him Ping! Take it out," he pleaded with her; she still ignored him and continued her full body cock massage.

Ping was an enthusiastic rider, she worked Bobby's cock like a seasoned pro (which she may have been, who would know, Mike certainly had no idea about her past), and he could feel her muscles dancing up and down the length of his sensitive member as she slid him in and out.

Bobby reached up and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her down as far as she would go and held her still. A second later his cock began to erupt hot cum into her. He jerked his cock back and forth out of her a little and then slid it all the way back in.

He groaned in happiness, Ping groaned in pleasure, and Mike groaned from the agony of what he'd just witnessed. Some random young punk had just come inside his unprotected wife's womb. What if she got pregnant, aside from anything else!

Ping slid herself up off Bobby's cock, and then dove forward eagerly to clean him up. She slurped his cock into her mouth, sucking off her juice and the residue of his cum, she lapped up all the droplets of sperm that had dripped out onto Bobby's skin, and finished cleaning up the mixture of their juices from his slowly deflating cock.

She smiled, gave Bobby a sharp nod, as if to say her work here was done, and then she slipped her swimsuit back on, causing a wet patch to start appearing between her sticky thighs.

She handed Bobby his shorts, and then laid back down on her lounge, slipped her sunglasses back on, and resumed relaxing.

"Thanks buddy," said Bobby to Mike as he stood up and slid his shorts back on. "She's as talented as they all say."

Mike's mind was racing, what was this guy talking about?

"Who said? Who told you that? Ping what is he saying?" he whined again like a small boy who'd lost his favourite toy.

Ping was now only too happy to provide her services to anyone who asked, the only catch was that they had to ask Mike to arrange it.

With a sweep of his mind Bobby changed things for everyone and Ping's services would now be considered perfectly normal for the rest of the voyage.

Mike found that if anyone asked him he could not say no to their requests, and he would have to schedule them in around whatever other things they were doing on the cruise.

"Look Derek, don't think I'm doing that out here, I don't have the figure for those sorts of shenanigans any longer. If you want a massage like that, go and book one with that young lady," said an older society type lady, to her middle aged husband.

Bobby moved out of the way as Derek made his way quickly over to Mike to ask about a massage.

"Ping's at the afternoon movie and then we're having afternoon tea until 4:30. She's free after that though," Mike said, unable to stop himself.

"Ok, book me in then."

Bobby watched a few other men make their way over and he turned and headed back to the bar.

"See Derek; that will help ease your stress. We are on vacation after all; we should be doing whatever is required to have a good relaxing time. It might give me a few moments peace away from you too!"

Bobby gave Derek a nod and he smiled at him as he talked to his wife.

"Yes dear."

Chapter 2

Bobby walked down the main elaborate marble central staircase; the central foyer area stretched up through three floors and looked out into boutiques, coffee shops, and the restaurants, as well as the reception and concierge desk to one side of the room.

Closely behind Bobby walked Katerina. Katerina was a Russian girl he found working on the ship, and he had arranged for her to be assigned to him, like his own Personal Assistant. She wore her white ship's uniform, which was not unlike a naval officer's uniform. She was a blonde girl, with only a medium build, and she was about 35 years old. She was pretty enough but Bobby had really only chosen her because she was the first one he saw that he liked, once the idea had come to him. He was taking laziness to new levels, which is a pretty good effort on a cruise where everything is already done for you. Now he didn't have to do anything if he didn't want to, she would run off and do whatever it was or arrange for whatever he wanted.

It was lunchtime and Bobby had left his parents upstairs at the buffet. He had decided he would try eating lunch in the restaurant instead, really just to break up the days. Today they were out at sea, between islands so there were many hours to fill.

Bobby followed the waiter to the table he was to be seated at, there was an older couple already there, and there were seats for four other people.

Bobby instructed Katerina to sit between him and the older couple, and they all started making small talk. The waiter, dressed in a tuxedo and white gloves, appeared, placed a cloth napkin in his lap and poured him a glass of water in a large wine glass. The room was very large, and the tables ranged in size from tables for eight people down to intimate tables for two with a glass divider to separate them from other tables.

Bobby had been here for dinner with his parents, and each night, at exactly the same time, they sat at their allocated table, with the same people who were on holidays from Canada, with the same waiters serving them.

Lunchtime was more of a free for all and he hoped he would meet someone new and interesting.

The older couple had been up in the casino for a time, playing the slot machines and the roulette wheel. They hadn't won a lot but they hadn't lost too much either so they were pretty happy with the day so far.

A young couple were led over by a waiter and Bobby directed the woman to sit down next to him. They had spent their morning at the pool and had decided, like Bobby, to come to the restaurant for a change today.

Bobby began to talk to them and found out that they were Tammy and Brock, here on their honeymoon and they were having a great time.

Tammy was a big-breasted blonde; she was a toned, tanned, nipped, tucked, and botoxed, trophy wife, not quite a bimbo but almost there. Brock was a muscular gym junkie type of guy. They were both very fit, and aside from spending time in the gym, they liked to run around the ship on the running deck and swim laps in the pool. They had been swimming today and Tammy was wearing a long white t-shirt style dress, over the top of her bikini, which fastened in a halter neck style tie around her neck.

Bobby enjoyed talking to Tammy, ogling her tits as he did so, before finally deciding to have some fun with them.

"Tammy, you've probably noticed I can't stop looking at your tits," said Bobby conversationally.

Tammy thought about it for a second and then smiled happily as Bobby's mental suggestions took hold.

"They're lovely," he continued.

"Well, thanks, I'm a little bit shorter than other gals so it makes them look bigger too."

"What are you two saying?" asked Brock, only catching a snippet of the conversation, but sure he had misheard it.

"I just told her that her tits are great, and she was offering to undo her top to let me have a look," said Bobby, pointing at Tammy's boobs.

Brock thought about this for a second, he knew it wasn't right, but because it was Bobby, he knew he couldn't stop his wife from doing whatever Bobby wanted her to do.

Tammy knew this as well, so at his suggestion, she reached up and undid the knot behind her neck. The white material folded down to her waist and revealed the top of her red bikini.

"Nice bikini," commented Bobby. "You need to go shopping for a smaller one, that one's not revealing enough," said Bobby indicating with his hands that it was covering too much of her meaty pillows.

"Ok, remember that for later Hon'," she said to her husband.

She reached back and undid the strap holding her bikini in place, leaving the top strap around her neck tied up. She lifted the bikini up and away from her chest, exposing her pink nipples and ample bosom to everyone's view.

Brock looked around the room, he knew in the back of his mind that this wasn't a normal course of behaviour, especially in an upmarket restaurant, but no one else seemed to mind. The few other people, who had noticed, seemed to be smiling and nodding approvingly or pointing out his wife's breasts to their friends, before they continued on with the meals as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Bobby reached over and sized one up in his hand, feeling its warmth and its weight. He cupped it so that the nipple pressed against the palm of his hand, and Tammy squeaked in pleasure.

"Cold hands, Bob," she smiled.

Bobby left her undressed like that; he decided that it would be fun to have her eat her lunch topless, fun for him anyway.

Katerina could see Bobby was hungry and she snapped her fingers at a nearby waitress.

Juanita hustled over to their table very quickly; she could see it was someone important as they had their own personal steward.

Bobby liked the look of Juanita; she was a real Latino babe from Mexico. Her black hair was thick and lustrous; she had gorgeous dark skin and big eyelashes like those on a mascara commercial. She was not too tall and she was a voluptuous woman with at least a d-cup sized pair of tits.

Like all the other waiters she was wearing a uniform that consisted of black trousers, a white shirt, a bow tie and waistcoat that matched, and was a different colour each day, then at dinner she would also have a jacket in several colours depending upon the day. Bobby smiled at her, and decided to tweak the uniform for her.

Juanita suddenly realised that she had forgotten about the memo changing uniform dress code for lunch times. She knew she needed to fix herself up, and she had to do it now. Quickly she put her order pad down on the empty table behind her, and undid the buttons on her waistcoat. She slipped it off and placed it with her pad. She undid her bow tie and unbuttoned her crisp white shirt; she slipped the shirt off to expose her white lacy bra underneath. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp on her bra, pulling it away from her chest to reveal her lovely dark skinned breasts with chocolate brown nipples. She put all of these on the table and then slipped her waistcoat back on, leaving it unbuttoned to allow her tits to peek out as she moved around.

"You look lovely today Juanita," said Katerina as Juanita stepped back over to them to take their orders.

"Thank you Katerina," she smiled and started writing down Bobby's order.

Bobby watched as she moved around taking everyone's lunch order, twisting and turning, pointing things out to people off the menu, all the while causing her fantastic tits to slip in and out of her waistcoat.

"I like this one Katerina, I want her to be my waitress all the time from now on," Bobby instructed. Katerina immediately jumped up and ran over to sort this out with the Maitre' D.

Bobby ate his lunch, a cheeseburger and fries, while drinking a nice cold diet coke. He chatted with Tammy, flirted with her, much to Brock's annoyance, while he finished his lunch off.

Bobby wiped his mouth with the nice linen napkin, and folded it up on the table.

"I'll be back in a few minutes Katerina, entertain him," said Bobby, pointing at Brock.

Katerina nodded, knowing exactly what her boss was doing, and she smiled back at him wickedly.

"Nearest place is Purser's office, just outside door here," she informed him in her rich Russian accent, pointing at the door.

Bobby nodded his thanks and extended his hand to Tammy. She looked at him; unsure of what was going on, and then a second later it all fell into place for her. She smiled knowingly, and took his hand. He helped her up and she gave her husband a little peck on the cheek, then with a nod to Brock, Bobby led her out of the restaurant.

Katerina got up and sat down in Tammy's chair to chat to Brock and keep him occupied.

Bobby walked around the end of the Purser's desk, nodding at the staff that happily let him into the crew only area, and he opened the door to the office and ushered Tammy inside. The office was small and utilitarian. There was a small desk with a chair and a computer and a cupboard for files to be kept in. A painting of the ship was on the wall, and the office was virtually a bland box otherwise.

Bobby grabbed hold of Tammy's left breast as he reached out and closed the door behind them. Tammy gave an involuntary shiver, she knew she shouldn't be doing this, but for some reason she couldn't stop herself.

Bobby cupped both of her breasts, before bending down and sucking her nipple into his mouth, he teased it with his tongue and then moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment. She moaned slightly, enjoying the attention, and her nipples responded coming to full erection.

Bobby gave them a little pinch, tweaking each nipple, before pushing down on her shoulders, pointing to his erect cock though his shorts, leaving her no guesswork as to what he wanted.

She sank to her knees and unzipped his fly; with a grin she fished around in his underwear and pulled his erect cock out into view. She licked the tip sensuously, and then ran her tongue up the length of the underside, tickled the hole at the top and then ran back down the length of the topside.

"Nice," said Bobby happily, encouraging her old cocksucking skills from high school to come to the surface. Tammy had been a tease at school and had often needed to use her mouth to get her out of having to go any further with a guy when she went on dates.

Bobby felt her plunge her open mouth down over the length of his cock, slurping it down as she ran her tongue around it, before slowly dragging it back out over her lips. She pressed her lips around the girth of it and gave him a good mouth fucking for a bit.

Bobby had had enough of her mouth and wanked to sink his pink shaft into her wet cunt. He got her back up to her feet and then turned her around to face the side of the desk. Bobby pressed on her shoulder, bending her forwards over the desk. She resisted for a moment, knowing what was going to come next, knowing she shouldn't do this with him, and then she knew it was ok and allowed herself to be moved into position.

Bobby flipped the white t-shirt material up over her arse to reveal the red, almost thong-like, bikini bottoms.

"Lovely," mused Bobby as he slipped his finger underneath them and ran it up and down pulling the material up between her cheeks, feeling the back of his knuckle brush against her arsehole and pussylips as he went down past them.

Bobby took hold of the red bottoms and slid them down, over her plump arse cheeks, down past her knees and left them around her ankles. Bobby slipped the pants off one ankle and then kicked her ankles apart so that she was completely laying face down with all her weight on the desk.

Bobby pressed the tip of his cock up against her wet pussy lips, he ran it up and down smearing her juice over the head of his cock, and then slipped the tip in just a little. She groaned as she felt the fleshy invader spread her lips apart and go no further. She knew she wanted this, more than anything else ever, but she also knew it was wrong and it was the last thing in the world she wanted. On her honeymoon her husband, Brock, should be here doing this to her, not some guy she just met at lunch. And yet she knew she would be only too happy for this stranger to fuck her brains out right now.

Bobby pushed in a little bit further and then pulled himself fully back out. He did this a few times, slowly getting more and more of her juice up the length of his shaft. Finally he slid into her in one smooth movement and she groaned loudly.

Outside at the Purser's desk sat the two men and one woman who were the staff on shift at the moment, and all three of them turned around to look in the direction of the noise. They grinned at each other, knowing exactly what was going on, and then they went back to the passengers who they were assisting at the desk, as though it was a normal occurrence.

"I wonder where Tammy is, she's been a long time," wondered Brock, looking over his shoulder towards the door.

"Don't worry about wife, Brock, she'll be a few moments. Mr Bob's taken her into office to fuck her over desk, he won't be finished quickly, not until he's filled her up with load of hot cum," smiled Katerina at today's sucker. "Very virile Mr Bobby, he will give her a fine baby."

"What!" Brock was stunned; especially at the brazenly matter-of-fact way she was telling him this.

"Oh yes, Mister Bobby is fucking titty wife right now, filling her up with the hot baby making sperm. She's cuckolding you with Bobby as we speak."

"Damn it! No way that's gonna happen," he grunted as he tried to get up.

He realised he couldn't move and looked at Katerina, dumbstruck.

"Don't worry little head about it," she said, stroking his cheek in a condescending way. "Will all be over soon, and then wife will know what real man is like. You can go back to steroids and pumping iron, little shrinking dick man."

Brock looked around the table, looking for some support.

The older couple just smiled at him, showing no understanding of what his problem was.

"Help me!" Brock managed to get out. "That little bastard is raping my wife."

"No dear, it wasn't like that at all. She just wants something decent between her cunt lips," smiled the older woman at him, as though it should calm him down. "You know, if I was a few years younger I'd be riding that beast of a cock myself dear, so don't feel bad. It's just how the universe is, Bobby is more irresistible than you, and your wife needs to fuck him, and that's the end of it. You can't fight the way of the world."

Her husband nodded at her, as though she had just said something extremely profound.

Both Katerina and Juanita nodded at him as well.

"Don't worry about it, can't be helped. I'll be fucking Mr Bobby myself later on," Juanita nodded thoughtfully, titties wobbling as she moved around the table collecting empty plates. "Would you like another drink," she asked as she picked up his empty beer bottle.

Tammy's mind was reeling from the assault on her pussy. Bobby was hammering his cock home, pushing her forwards over the desk again and again. Her outstretched hands were knocking into the keyboard at the other end of the desk as her breasts were squashed into the black laminate-coated wood of the desktop. He pulled her back and rammed himself into her, pushing her forwards again, her breasts rolling back and forth underneath her. She had already come at least once and she could feel another one rolling on like a steam train.

Bobby was enjoying the thrill of knowing her husband was waiting for her, and probably knew what was going on by now. He gave her arse a slap a few times, causing her to jerk around and give his cock some extra stimulation as she squeezed her muscles in response. Bobby rammed into her, hard, a few more times and felt her pussy contracting again as another orgasm hit her. Bobby pushed himself in and began to spurt his hot cum out into her pussy. Before starting to fuck her again slowly, his cock spasmodically jerking inside her as the last waves of his orgasm rolled over him.

A moment later and his cock slowly started to deflate. He allowed it to slip out of her wet canal, slide over her lips and down her leg a little before coming to rest against his shorts.

"Clean me up," he said, pointing at his dripping cock.

She slid off the desk and dropped to the floor again, quickly doing as instructed. She slurped his cock into her mouth, licking the juice off it, and sucking the last precious drops of cum out of it

She smacked her lips together in satisfaction, and sat there happily leaking cum and pussy juice all over the carpet.

"We'd better get back to lunch," Bobby said as he helped her back up to her feet. He pulled her t-shirt back down over her naked arse, and scooped up her bikini pants and held onto them.

He opened the office door and ushered her out of the room, back towards the restaurant on the other side of the foyer. As he made his way around the main desk he turned back to face the staff.

"Heads up," he yelled to Paco the nearest Purser to him. With a quick flick of the hand he threw the bikini bottoms to him, laughing as the Purser struggled to catch them, almost performing a juggling act to do so.

"Nice," yelled Paco as he held up the bikini for everyone to see. Tammy was blushing as she made her way gingerly over to the restaurant.

"Pure 100%, grade-a, USA bimbo," shouted Bobby back at him. "Give her a try sometime, her hubby will let you."

Brock was sitting anxiously at the table, alternating between sips of his beer and staring at the empty doorway. As soon as he saw Tammy come into the room, he wanted to leap up and run over to her, but found he still couldn't do anything.

She made her way over to him and sat back down in her seat, Bobby followed her into the room a moment later.

"Oh I'm so sorry sweetheart, I couldn't do anything to stop him," he glared at Bobby, who grinned back at him as he sat down in his seat on the other side of her. "I couldn't help you!"

"What the hell are you sorry about? Sorry I had the best damn fuck of my life? Sorry that it wasn't you giving it to me? I'm sorry too, but I'm damn happy I got to have a decent fuck for once."

"Don't say that," Brock looked down and noticed the shiny wet smear on the insides of her thighs. He immediately put his hand down into her crotch to find her bikini pants gone, and her snatch all sticky from Bobby's cum.

Brock held his hand back up, Bobby's cum and her juices glistening on his fingertips.

"You let the bastard come in you too?"

"Ohh, yummy," she squealed, ignoring him and grabbing his hand to lick his fingertips.

"What the hell is wrong with you," Brock demanded as she suddenly found he could stand again.

"I had a good time for once, for once it wasn't just about you, Brock," she jumped up and ran squelchily out of the restaurant with Brock trailing after her like a lost dog.

"How was it sir?" asked Katerina.

"She was pretty good, nice piece of arse. Did you get a load of those tits?"

"Yes sir, most acceptable."

Chapter 3   

Bobby sat back in the hot tub, watching the people walking around the pool area. There was a twenty-something, big titted, American blonde who had a petite Brazilian friend with her, and they had both caught his eye. They were lounging on the sun beds nearby, and he decided it was time for them to come swimming.

He watched as the two of them clambered up off the chairs and came over to the stairs to the tub.

Katerina was sitting at the top of the stairs and as they got to her she looked them up and down.

"Nice bikinis girls," she noted as they walked up the stairs. "This is the topless spa, you'll have to lose the tops before you can get in."

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and then realising it was fine, they started to untie the strings on their tops. The blonde released her e-cup sized tits, which hung heavily when they were without support, and she waited as her friend undid her top. The black haired Brazilian was a bit shy and didn't really want to be topless.

"Come on Anna, hurry up," said the blonde, encouraging her friend to take the top off.

Anna nodded, and nervously removed the top, revealing her brown skinned b-cups to anyone who cared to look.

"Nice tits girls," said Katerina as she reached out and took hold of one of each of their tits in each hand. She fondled each woman, and giving their tits a firm squeeze. "You can get in now."

Bobby sat chatting happily with the two friends. They had come on the cruise together, were both single, and were hoping to meet a nice man if the opportunity arose, otherwise they were happy to just have fun in the sun.

The blonde's name was Patricia and she was a kindergarten teacher, while Anna was a bank teller. This was their yearly holiday, their escape from the rat race.

"You're pretty brave coming away by yourselves," suggested Bobby.

"Do you think so?" asked Anna, quite taken with the idea of dong something daring.

"So you think you're pretty daring hmm?" Bobby stared at them, almost carnivorously. Anna smiled shyly, and then nodded a little in response.

"Well let's see, shall we. I dare you to take your bottoms off and throw them to Katerina, and stay in here naked."

Anna thought about it for a moment and then decided to do it. She wiggled her arse around on the seat and then slid the black bottoms off, holding them up in front of Bobby. He smiled as she threw them to Katerina who put them with the black bikini top on the ground.

"Anna, what are you doing?" giggled Patricia, shocked at her friend.

"Come on Patricia, surely you're brave enough to do it too," suggested Bobby.

She sat in silence for a moment, and then lay back in the water as she lifted her hips off the seat. She slid her brown pants down her thighs and flicked them off her ankle. She held them up for Bobby to see, and threw them to Katerina.

Bobby continued talking to them for a while, making the occasional suggestion here and there. Anna had jumped out and kissed Katerina on a dare, and Patricia had kissed him and then kissed Anna, to go one better than her friend.

Bobby dared Anna to masturbate under the water, right then and there.

"Are you going to do it?" asked Patricia in a hushed tone.

Anna looked back and forth between them all, caught up in the excitement of the moment.

"Ok," she giggled and Patricia giggled too.

Anna's hand snaked down between her thighs, Bobby could see in her mind what was happening, as she spread her lips apart and started playing with her clit. The other hand went up to cup one of her tits, and then started tweaking and pinching her own nipple.

Slowly she worked a couple of fingers inside herself, she rubbed her clit with her thumb, working it around in circular movements. Her eyes were firmly shut and she moaned quietly as she worked her way towards orgasm. Patricia looked on, captivated by her friend's performance and the illicit thrill of it all.

She was getting faster and faster and then her head pressed back into the side of the tub as she came.

Slowly she opened her eyes and she smiled at them.

"Wow Anna, that was so hot," Patricia was impressed.

"You're beautiful," Bobby said, quite sincerely.

"Your turn Pat," said Anna. Bobby knew he had them exactly where he wanted them now. "I dare you to fuck him here in the tub right now," she giggled and waited for her friend's answer.

Patricia looked unsure, she wasn't totally against it and yet she knew it was not the norm to be fucking strange guys in the hot tub at a moment's notice, not without large amounts of alcohol involved anyway. Bobby gave her a little nudge in her head.

"Ok, you're on. You're going down Anna, you can't beat this!"

Quickly she turned on Bobby and clambered over onto his lap.

"Here you go, you'll be in heaven now," she said as she pressed her ample bosom into his face.

Bobby felt her hands slide his waistband down and pull his erect cock out into the warm water. She slowly drove herself down, sliding onto the waiting cock.

She groaned happily as she felt the girth of the shaft spread her canal open, pushing the muscles apart as they grabbed hold of the invading cock.

"Yeah," she moaned as she began to move slowly up and down on him.

Bobby loved it, she thought she was being the aggressor so he just sat there and let her do it all, he could just lay there, relax and enjoy it.

She rubbed her big tits over his face; he slurped away at her nipples and tit flesh as best he could, which turned her on even more. He grabbed hold of her massive pillows, kneading and fondling them as she rode him, slowly going faster and faster.

Bobby reached down and grabbed hold of her arse; lifting her up faster to increase the speed she was impaling herself at.

Bobby could feel himself coming and gave her a little push in that direction too, and she began to orgasm, hard. Bobby felt her go and he let his hot seed burst out and flood her insides.

She sat there, happy, as his slowly deflating cock was still inside her. His face was still wedged between her mega-boobs, and then she leaned backwards a bit, grinning at him.

"Wow, that was great; best dare I've ever had!"

She climbed off him and sat wearily down alongside him again.

"How will you top that Anna?" she asked, laughing at her friend.

"I know!" said Bobby, turning to look at the little coffee coloured delight. "I dare you to eat all my come out of Pat's pussy."

They both looked at each other for a moment, and an instant later they both nodded, yes.

Pat climbed back up out of the tub, and lay down on the edge, with her feet dangling in the water. Anna moved with a purpose, she was a predator and her friend's cunt was her prey.

She slid between Pat's knees, spreading them apart, placing the blonde's dark haired pussy on display.

She hunched forwards and pressed her lips against Pat's cuntlips. She sucked, and then began to work her tongue in between them. Immediately she was hit with the taste of Bobby's cum, and looked up at him.

"I got some," she grinned and went back to work.

Pat's mind was reeling, so close to her previous orgasm she was still pretty sensitive and Anna's mouth was sending her off again. Anna sucked, trying to draw the cum out of Pat's pussy. Pat was going off, she could feel her friend's tongue working its way around inside her pussy, ferreting out the last drops of Bobby's sperm.

She could feel Anna's breath on her clit as her nose was pressed firmly against it, her mouth fixed to Pat's pussy opening.

"I have a dare," groaned Patricia as she looked up at Bobby, who was sitting across from them, watching Anna's arse bob up and down in the water as she worked away at Pat's clit. "I dare you to fuck Anna, hard," she grunted at him.

"Well, that's a dare I'm prepared to take," he moved behind Anna and before she could react he lined himself up with her dark snatch and slid smoothly into it.

Pat felt Anna groan as her pussy was spread open by Bobby's cock, the vibration running through her clit from Anna's nose.

As Bobby thrust into Anna, he was forcing her face further and further into Patricia's pussy.

With Anna's nose firmly against her clit, and her friend's tongue squirming around inside her, Patricia couldn't take it any longer and began to buck her hips upwards as she came.

Anna let go of the clit; releasing the suction she had been generating on it, and watched her friend twitch like an electric current had hit her.

Pat sat up, looking satisfied, and rolled out of the way, leaving Anna to take hold of the side of the tub as Bobby reamed her pussy out from behind.

Bobby was slamming into her, causing waves in the hot tub, and splashing water as his thighs slapped against her butt cheeks.

Patricia climbed into the water behind Bobby, and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her soft pillowy tits into his back, and reached around to cup his balls and grab the base of his shaft. This was her dare so she wanted to be part of it.

She could feel the rock hard shaft pulsing in her hand as Bobby jammed it in and out of her best friend's snatch.

She held his balls, not too hard, just the way he liked it, and Anna could feel her friend's knuckles hit against her lips as Bobby drove into her and his balls slapped against her pussy.

Anna felt that she was close to coming too; the extra stimulation of the sudden touch of Patricia's hard knuckles against her clit and pussy was helping her along rapidly.

Bobby was feeling it too as she rubbed her tits back and forwards across his back. She was a hot little number, and he had enjoyed fucking both of them.

Bobby grabbed Anna's hips and pulled back sliding his cock in deeply, Patricia felt his balls contract and she felt the rapid fire pulse of movement through his cock as he shot his load of sperm into Anna's sweet pink pussy.

"You'd better return the favour," suggested Bobby to Patricia, over his shoulder.

He sat back, spent, on the seat opposite them and watched as Patricia directed Anna to lay back on the edge where she spread her pussylips apart, moving out of the way for a second to give Bobby a good view of the pink inner folds of her friend's cunt as she held it open for him to see. She licked her lips theatrically and then moved in between the brown thighs and locked her mouth onto the tender lips. She forced her tongue between them and began to lap Bobby's come out of Anna's depths.

"Tastes nice," she looked over at him, her chin and mouth wet from Anna's juices and his come. He smiled back at her and she returned to the waiting muff before her.

She worked her tongue around every nook and cranny in Anna's love canal, driving Anna insane as she did so, and then once she was sure she had found every last drop she latched onto the girl's clit, and began to suck. Then she flicked it around with her tongue, causing Anna to writhe around on the wooden boards surrounding the hot tub.

Giving the clit hood a tongue lashing, she then sucked on it again.

This sent Anna over the edge and she grabbed hold of the back of Patricia's head, holding her face firmly against her pussy, riding her nose hard against her clit throughout the duration of her orgasm. Once the wave of pleasure finally subsided she let go, and Patricia took in a big breath, and licked the juices off her face where she could reach with her tongue. She wiped as much as she could onto her fingers and then sensuously sucked each of them.

"Well girls, it's been fun. I like a good game of dares, so I might see you both again."

They nodded happily as they both sank back into the soothing waters of the hot tub, exhausted.

Bobby looked around the crowded deck; no one was attempting to use this hot tub at all. They were all squeezing into the other one, as per his instructions to ignore this one, and they were also paying no attention to anything that had been going on in it.

He nodded to Katerina and started off down the steps. She scooped up the bikinis the girls had given her, and followed Bobby down the steps. Standing orders from her boss, once their clothes were off they had to go back to their room undressed, they didn't get the clothes back.

Chapter 4

Bobby looked around the theatre from the aisle, there were plenty of seats free, and so he was spoilt for choice. He was looking for someone to play with as well as to watch the dance show when Katerina tapped him on the shoulder.

He looked at where she was pointing and nodded.

"Good choice, I like it," Bobby made his way down to the row of seats and walked along to the middle, sitting down besides an attractive older woman with long curly brown hair.

She had a nice sparkly, black, evening dress on which came down to her thighs, and it had a open neck with a plunging v to reveal the diamond necklace which was dangling down into her cleavage, between her nice c-cup sized tits. She had on black stockings as well, which he could see as she sat with her legs crossed at the knee, as she talked to her husband.

Her husband was sitting alongside her in his suit and tie, it was formal dinner night tonight, and a lot of the women looked particularly nice in their evening wear.

Their two kids, a boy and a girl, were sitting on the other side of their father, and they were keeping him occupied with questions and far too much energy, as all kids do.

Bobby smiled at her and sat down, she was definitely a milf, and he smiled over at Katerina, who had sat down next to him.

"She's smoking hot," whispered Bobby, and his PA smiled at him, she liked to be good at her job.

Bobby waited, making the occasional bit of small talk with the woman. He found out that this was their first cruise, and they were from a smaller farming community. She didn't say too much as she talked with her husband, and had to keep scolding her children as they wanted to run around and do things kids like to do, rather than wait for the show to start.

Finally the lights went down, and the show started. The band kicked in and some guy came out and started singing Frank Sinatra cover songs.

Bobby was instantly bored and started checking out the milf, out of the corner of his eye.

Slowly he slid his hand down the armrest, over to her side of it and down onto her stocking covered thigh.

Immediately he felt the shock and panic in her mind, he snuffed it out, replacing it with the desire not to make a scene, she would be so embarrassed if her husband or children realised what was going on.

She sat there stoically, hoping that this little bit of a leg grope would be enough for the guy next to her.

Bobby slid his hand down her leg to her knee, and gripped it firmly.

She made a feeble attempt to brush his hand away, acting as casually as she could. Bobby happily ignored her hand and began to slide his hand up her thigh, past the top of her stay up stocking, up under her dress. She squirmed in the seat slightly and tried to put her hands firmly into her lap to prevent his hand going any higher.

Bobby simply reached over with his other hand and moved her hands out of the way, allowing his hand to ascend higher up her thigh. Bobby's fingers moved over her warm inner thighs, and she pressed her legs tightly together, trying to prevent him harassing her any further. Bobby took hold of her thigh with the hand that was sandwiched between her legs, and with the other he pressed against her opposite knee, forcing her legs apart, and then he moved his hand up to her crotch before she could react.

She moved with a start, as Bobby's hand now cupped her panty-covered pussy, and she looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but they were all listening to the guy singing New York, New York.

"Are you ok Hon," her husband asked, not actually looking at her, but having felt her move suddenly.

"F... fine," she managed to get out.

Bobby's fingers played across the silky material, teasing the pussy lips underneath. He pressed in against her pussy, sliding his fingers up and down the length of her slit and rubbing around the area where her clit was. He felt the satiny fabric start to get damp, to her horror, as she started to respond to the stimulation.

Bobby slid his fingers across to the leg-band of the underwear and slipped his fingers in underneath, pressing against the naked flesh of her groin.

She slowly forced her hands downwards, over her dress, desperately trying to force his hands away, but it was ineffectual, his hand was inside her panties now.

He pulled the material to one side, exposing her hairy lips to his fingers, and he began to run his fingers around her naked cunt. She gasped quietly, unable to believe how something, which could not possibly be happening, was happening, and felt so good.

Bobby tickled her clit and massaged her pussy before running his fingers up and down her snatch, pressing one finger into her wet opening.

"No!" she started to moan and then cut herself off, she looked over at her family in horror and was pleased to see they were all enjoying the rendition of I Did It My Way and were paying her no attention.

She felt the guy's fingers invading her most private place, one finger and then two more. He was stimulating her with his fingertips and fucking her with them too.

She was starting to be overwhelmed by the sensation, and her head rolled back in the seat.

Bobby saw she was not paying him any attention any longer; he reached up with his other hand and slid it into the opening at the front of her dress, down into her strapless bra, taking hold of a handful of her right tit.

He had her attention again, she looked up now very worried, she looked at Bobby who grinned at her and finger fucked her harder, and then she looked at her husband and kids, then around the room at the audience in general. The only other person who was paying any attention to her was a blonde crewmember who was sitting next to the guy who was digitally penetrating her. She was staring lustily at her as she was being molested and then blew her a kiss. Quickly the brunette looked away and Katerina giggled.

Bobby happily continued to force her towards orgasm; he tweaked her nipple and mauled her breast as he manipulated her clit with his fingertips. Bobby watched her face as she clenched her teeth together and tried not to cry out as she was being driven relentlessly towards an orgasm she didn't want. Bobby continued to thrust his fingers in and out, rubbing around her clit.

She gripped the arms of the seat, and like someone who was being executed in an electric chair, she rode out the convulsions of her orgasm.

Bobby smiled, and withdrew his hands; he applauded silently to her, and then held his wet fingers up to her mouth.

It became obvious he wasn't going to move them until she responded, so she quickly opened her mouth and he sank one finger after another between her lips and she sucked her juices off them.

With one last residual moan, she sat back in her chair, to enjoy the afterglow of her forced orgasm.

"You ok dear," her husband whispered to her, thinking she was feeling seasick or something.

"Fine dear," she managed to get out.

Bobby sat back to enjoy the rest of the show, and left his hand on her knee, fondling it.

The Frank Sinatra guy finished up and the next act out were the ship's own song and dance company.

One of the lead singers was a busty blonde; the other was a bald black guy. They came out with little earpieces strapped onto their ears, with a little mic on a fine arm coming out near their mouth.

They both were in sparkly costumes, as they began their first duet. It was a party song and the other dancers all ran out, six of them in total, three girls and three guys.

The blonde singer was wearing a short silver mini skirt and a bustier type top that barely kept her ample bosom squashed inside.

As she jumped around singing, her tits wobbled like mad and threatened to leap out of the top at any moment. Every guy in the room wanted to see it happen, and Bobby guessed they were using double-sided tape or something like that to keep her top in place.

She sang her final big note, her arm stretched high in the air and then they all ran off stage.

Bobby knew there was going to be a second performance of this show later in the evening, so he decided to pop along and see if he could improve things.

He watched and enjoyed the rest of the show too. One of the dancers was a hot looking Latino type chick with long wet or oily looking curly black hair. She had a smallish set of tits, but her arse was fantastic. She came out doing some kind of Latin dance thing, and half way through it there was a drum solo. She slid into the middle of the stage and dropped to the floor doing the splits.

She leaned forwards with her back to the audience, placing her chin on the ground, thrusting her arse back at the crowd. Then in time with the drumbeats she flexed her arse muscles, making each cheek bound in time with the drums, left then right. She went faster and faster as the drums did, and Bobby loved it. So did every other guy in the audience.

Other dancers came and went in various costumes doing provocative routines. He was certainly going to have fun with them later on.

The lights came up and the show ended, Bobby looked around as the audience filed out. The brunette and her family went to the other aisle at the other end of the row, and Bobby shouted out to her as she went.

"Great show wasn't it, I might come sit with you guys again tomorrow, it was a blast."

She turned back to face him, gave him a faint wave to appear polite in front of her family and went white as she thought about it. She hoped he would say nothing further.

"She was nice Katerina, good tits. I might let you work as my permanent spotter too from now on, keeping a look out for likely candidates."

"Certainly sir," she nodded efficiently, it was a mission she could handle, as well as her many other duties.

Bobby sat in the audience, waiting as it filled up, all the while placing his subtle changes in the minds of the cast and crew, the wardrobe people in particular. The Frank Sinatra guy came out and very quickly lost his voice for some reason.

The cruise director came out and apologised profusely, and he rushed the next act on instead.

Out they came, the blonde and the black guy, shortly followed by the six other dancers as they had done before.

The blonde was called Laney, and as she jumped around Bobby could see that wardrobe had done their job and forgotten to put the tape in her top, and so had she.

As she bounced, her tits started to gain traction, working their way up, slowly increasing the blood pressure of every man in the room.

She stopped bouncing just as the edge of her areolae came into view, the little rim of darker pink flesh, peeking over the top of the bustier.

Then the moment came, the big note, she stretched out reaching higher and higher and then, boing, her tits both shot out from their confinement, almost causing heart attacks for many men around the room.

She stood in place, unaware of what had happened, and waited for the music to end.

Then instead of the usual applause, she noticed a strange amount of whistling and cheering, and many of the women she could see did not appear to be doing anything but glaring at her in anger, or were looking embarrassed.

She looked down to see what was wrong with them and then noticed her tits were out.

She nearly swallowed her top trying to get it back into place quickly enough, and hustled off stage to fix her wardrobe malfunction.

Bobby watched the next group of dancers come out; it was some waltz routine or something and there weren't many opportunities for him to tweak things, until the end. As one of the guys spun his partner away, Bobby got the guy to hook the back of her dress with his hand so as she pun off her dress suddenly tore away, exposing her little naked tits and panties matching the blue dress she was wearing.

She looked up, horrified, and then ran off the stage, the act was finished anyway so it didn't matter that she'd gone. The guy smiled unsure of what to do, and then took his bow and left.

Next up was the Latino drum number, and Bobby licked his lips in anticipation. The dancer came out and began doing her rhythmic movements in time to the primal beat. She moved around the stage performing her routine and then she jumped up and came down into the splits, a gasp went up from the audience, and she mistook it for surprise and awe at the move she'd performed.

She hit the stage and bounced off her pubic bone as normal, she turned and faced away from them, lay her chin down to touch the floor and then began dancing her arse cheeks in time with the beat.

Bobby was in the front row, centre seat, so he'd have the best view of what he knew was about to happen.

The costume department had, for some unknown reason, decided to make this a crotch-less outfit and had forgotten to tell her to wear panties under it.

Bobby and the rest of the audience were staring up at the parted lips of her pussy from behind. She had a nice Brazilian wax job so all of her dark skinned lips and clit were visible to them in this position.

Some of the older ladies were horrified, and got up and walked out, others felt sorry for her and were sure that this was an unintentional accident.

Her arse danced away to the music and the men all sat transfixed as her pussy moved about in time with her arse muscles.

She jumped up as she was finished and bowed to the audience who all cheered in a strange sort of way. They were a very strange crowd tonight; every act and the crew had all noticed it backstage.

Next there was a modern dance/ballet type of thing to finish the dance portion of the show. A pop song started playing and a dancing couple came out, prancing about, lifting her over his head and catching her. This went on for a couple of minutes and then towards the end of the routine came the moment, Bobby had already chosen the spot and arranged his changes.

She jumped up into the guy's arms, one leg right out, the other folded up at the knee underneath her, leaning back into his body. As he spun her around like this her crotch was revealed, hidden behind a pair of yellow bloomers that matched the outfit.

She changed positions moving higher up and he slid his hand up to adjust, accidentally catching the leg band of her bloomers and panties, tucking it under the palm of the other hand holding her straight leg. Now as he turned her, her pussy was fully exposed with her panties pulled to the side.

The men cheered, the women didn't know what to do, and Gabrielle the dancer assumed it was all due to the difficult moves they'd just done. She hadn't noticed the wardrobe problem, yet.

The song finished and he lowered her to the ground, and as he did so and let go she felt her panties snap back into place, she didn't know what had happened but she would question the rest of the cast later and find out, to her embarrassment, what had happened.

She took the applause and wolf whistles and then walked off stage, suspicious that something other than dancing was causing the reaction.

A comedian came out next, and as he was finishing his joke, Laney appeared at the edge of the stage, quietly walked down the stairs, into the front row of the audience.

She was on a mission, and she wasn't sure why. She knew she had to go and see the guy in the black suit, in the middle of the front row.

She stopped alongside Bobby and looked down, something in her mind told her this was the right one, so she sat down in the empty seat alongside him.

"Hi, I'm Laney," she smiled at him.

"I'm Bobby, and I won the ship contest. I'm the one you're looking for," he said just making this up for the hell of it.

"Ok, what contest was that?" she asked, knowing full well there were too many contests, quizzes and events for her to ever keep track of.

"I bet the cruise director that your boobs would come out of your top..." he yanked the top back down again to free her tits again, and they bulged happily out from their tight confinement, she did not seem too bothered by this, but started trying to get her top back in place "During the second performance of the night, tonight."

She was stunned, but only a little bit, these ships would make anything into a game if they thought it would entertain the masses.

"Ok, so what did you win," she said, hopelessly trying to get her top back up over her tits.

"A blowjob, from you," he said smugly.

She looked at him, and then over at the cruise director who was off to the side of the stage.

"Why that bastard," she hissed as she slapped her hand on the armrest.

"Come on the Laney, you've got another song soon," he pushed on her shoulder, indicating she should get off the chair.

Unable to stop herself, she sank to her knees, and looked at the half erect cock that Bobby was presenting to her from within the open fly of his pants.

Bobby grabbed hold of the barely covered tit in front of him, and gave it a squeeze as she lowered her head down into his lap. Her long blonde hair made a curtain around her head, covering up what she was doing from prying eyes. Bobby was not going to have that, so he bunched her hair up in his hand and held it up on the back of her head, using it to direct her movements too.

She had been on the stage circuit for many years now and she knew all about giving blowjobs, many of her gigs had been won that way over the years, sometimes even the old casting couch came into play too.

Bobby was already excited from having mauled the brunette at the earlier performance of the show, so he was only too happy to allow her to try and make him come quickly.

She sucked and licked at the underside of his shaft with her tongue as it went in and out of her mouth. She shoved his cock into her throat as far as it would go, forcing her nose into the pubic hair at the base of his rod. Again and again she engulfed his cock into her mouth, a real deep throat expert. Bobby liked this, it was rare, and she was enthusiastically performing it on him.

Bobby loved her skills and talent, and he could feel his orgasm coming on. He squeezed her tit harder as he came closer to orgasm, and then as the first jet of his cum hit the back of her throat he pulled out, allowing it to spray on her face and drip down onto her tits.

"Now that's good for your skin, so don't clean it off," he told her sternly. She sat back for a second and swallowed down the first bit of cum that had hit the back of her throat, and then she looked up at him.

"I think you're on in a second, you'd better get back up there."

Reacting like a true pro, she ran back up into the wings of the stage and readied herself to go on.

The music changed from the end of the comedian's walk off music to a Better Midler song or something, and out came Laney for her big ballad.

As she sang her chest rumbled around in the bustier, waiting for the right moment to escape again. Bobby watched as slowly the drops of cum were running down her cheeks and face. She had a little turned up nose and a drop had gathered underneath it, he waited and then, drip, it went straight down into her cleavage.

She started the big notes towards the end of the song, her arms were going up and out beckoning her love to return or whatever the hell she was singing about, and slowly her sweater puppies popped their little pink noses up over the top of her outfit.

The finale approached, her arms went out and up, stretching for the moon, spotlight on her, standing at the front and centre of the stage, she hits the big power note and plop, out they both jumped.

Laney knew it had happened this time, and could do nothing. She finished her note, and then bowed to the audience, realising what she was doing and cutting short her bow to deprive the guys the sight of her big tits hanging underneath her, wobbling in the spotlight.

She scooped her top up, trying to cover herself, and headed offstage to find out what the hell was wrong with her costume tonight.

"A lovely evening, wasn't that a great show?" Bobby turned to the guys behind him, who all agreed.

Bobby climbed up onto the stage and headed out the back to find the Latino dancing girl. He was going to get her to do that drum routine again, while he lay underneath her. She would slide down onto his cock doing the splits, and could then work her arse muscles like a machine gun, until Bobby returned fire in her pussy.

There was no business like show business.

Chapter 5

The next evening after spending a day amusing himself on a tropical island, swimming and snorkelling, Bobby opened the door to the pool deck and was almost flung backwards by the volume of loud party music that flooded into the corridor. He peered out to the pool deck and saw that the Hawaiian themed deck party was in full swing, the bar was open and the alcohol was flowing freely. The party was underway and there were many people dancing and having a good time.

Bobby stepped out and looked around the chaos, almost immediately he was set upon by two of the assistant cruise directors. The one called Jen, who was a tall, twenty-something blonde English woman. Her attractive face broke into a happy smile and she placed a fake-flower Lei around his neck. On the other side appeared her American counterpart, a shorter, busty brunette called Tina, in her thirties.

"Glad you could make it," she grinned exuberantly and gave him a kiss on both cheeks before the two of them wandered off to find more people who needed a Lei.

Jen looked pretty in her red party dress, however it was Tina who really caught his attention. She was wearing an elasticised boob tube style dress, the top of which was cobalt blue, and the skirt portion was a ruffled pink and red floral print. The dress was pretty loud, which matched her personality.

Bobby looked around, enjoying the atmosphere, quietly watching the two women as they moved around the pool area handing out Leis, drinks and kisses to anyone who crossed their path.

Everyone was happy and merry, the Jamaican steel drum band had the crowd dancing happily, and the cruise staff were in the thick of it. Tina was currently gyrating her hips as she tried to make her way under the limbo bar, shaking her tits provocatively as she slipped effortlessly under the bar. She popped up on the other side to the cheers of everyone else. An idea popped into Bobby's head and he headed off to the boutique stores below deck in search of an item he'd seen earlier in the day.

"Ok Mon, listen up brothers 'n' sisters," intoned the guy with the microphone at the front of the band.

"I have jus been tol' that it be time for the hula dancin' competition."

Bobby grinned, as he stood alongside his new musician friend, Norman.

"Miss Tina, where are you girl?"

Tina popped up at the back of the crowd, waving frantically and grinning as she made her way to the front.

"You will be showin' them all how to do the hula, girl."

"Ok," she grinned, and went to climb up onto the stage area.

"Go and put de costume on first," Norman grabbed the bag from Bobby's hands and threw it across to her. She grabbed the bag, opened it and looked in. Her eyes popped open wide in shock, but then a second later she knew it was fine and she'd be happy to wear the items.

Bobby grinned as he watched her climb down and head for the ladies room to get changed. This was going to be fun.

A round of wolf whistles and catcalls started and directed everyone's attention to Tina as she made her way back to the stage area. Bobby was amazed; she looked even better than he had hoped.

Tina stood before them wearing a plastic version of a brown coconut shell bikini-bra top held in place with some kind of white shoestring straps, a dried straw grass skirt was fastened around her waist, and beneath it he could make out a pair of red bikini pants which he could see flashes of as she walked. She also had a colourful floral Lei around her neck and a headband style Haka-lei holding her long curly brown hair away from her face.

She climbed up onto the stage, facing away from the crowd. With a grin, she looked back over her shoulder, and then spun around into position and waited for the music to start.

Norman and the boys swung into action and the music started. Tina began to move rhythmically in time with the music, swaying her hips and moving her hands in a delicate flowing motion.

The crowd was going wild, and Bobby watched as Jen grabbed hold of the Mic and started to commentate on what her colleague was doing, as they wanted everyone else to join in later on.

Apparently this was a traditional hula dance, taught to them by some lovely Hawaiian people.

Bobby slipped in behind Jen and whispered something in her ear.

"Actually this isn't quite right," said Jen suddenly. "Traditionally Hawaiian people did not wear the coconut bra, the women actually performed topless. So Tina, if you please."

Tina stared at her boss for a moment, and then suddenly decided it would be a good idea to go along with it, so she reached behind her back and undid her straps, then she reached up behind her neck and undid the strap there too. The plastic coconuts fell to the floor, revealing her rosy pink nipples and generous areolae.

Tina resumed her dance and every man in the audience was transfixed as they watched her tits sway back and forwards as she swung her hips sensuously.

Bobby leaned in to Tina and whispered to her again.

"And of course, they didn't wear bikini bottoms under their grass skirts either, did they Tina?"

Tina gulped and then grabbed hold of her red bikini pants and slid them down her legs and stepped out of them.

Again she resumed dancing, the floral Lei swinging back and forwards across her ample bosom, as the guys in the audience received little peeks at her dark haired pussy as the skirt moved while she danced.

Jen walked to the front of the stage and scooped the bra and bikini pants up, and dropped them into the plastic bag with the rest of Tina's clothes, which she'd grabbed from the side of the stage where Tina had left them.

The music stopped and the audience applauded. Jen reached up and helped Tina get down off the stage, giving a couple of guys a great view up the skirt as she climbed down.

"I'll pop these away for you, go and mingle," she ordered Tina, and took off with her clothes before she could try to put anything back on.

Tina looked down at her naked breasts, looked around at the grinning guys, and shrugged to herself; after all, she knew it was ok to be topless. She arranged the Lei as best she could to try and cover her nipples and then headed back into the crowd to do her job.

Almost instantly she felt hands all over her, pulling the Lei aside to get to her tits, sliding beneath her skirt to squeeze her butt cheeks and try to fondle her pussy.

She slapped the hands away and moved on, pulling her nipple away from the set of fingers that were tweaking it merrily.

Eventually she made her way across the deck and slipped around behind the bar, hot and dishevelled.

"Give me a coke, Dan," she grinned at her friend, the barman.

"Ok Tina, you look like you're having fun."

"Yeah, I love being groped," she said sarcastically.

Dan smiled and handed her the can of coke.

"Water would be more refreshing you know," said Bobby as he slid onto the stool alongside her.

"Thanks," she nodded, mostly ignoring him.

"A jug of ice water please," ordered Bobby, and nodded at Dan who moved off to get his order.

"I've bought you some time," he grinned at Tina.

"Huh?" She looked around and saw the other partygoers playing hide and seek or something.

"What are they doing?"

"They're looking for Jen, I told them that she's hiding on the deck somewhere and she has a nice prize for whoever finds her. It'll keep them busy for ages as she's not even on deck at the moment."

"Thanks," she smiled at him.

Dan handed Bobby the jug, and Bobby nodded his thanks.

"Now," Bobby leaned forwards and poured the water over her naked chest. She inhaled sharply and jumped up off the seat. "See how refreshing that is," he grinned.

She squealed in shock at the ice-cold water which almost stung her flesh. She wanted to tell him off, maybe even slap his face, but for some reason she found that she couldn't, nor could she storm off, as she also wanted to do.

Bobby slipped off the bar stool and lazily took hold of one of her now cool breasts in the palm of his hand. He squeezed it softly in and leant in towards her, as one part of her mind wanted to recoil and the remainder told her to stay and see what this great guy wanted to tell her.

Bobby sucked her tasty earlobe into his mouth, and chewed on it a bit as he stroked the flat of his thumb back and forth across her erect nipple. Bobby released her earlobe and whispered into her ear.

"You know the Hawaiian women were very... accommodating. That dance you just did was an invitation for visiting men to come and make use of their lovely charms," he said lying as he had no idea about Hawaiian culture really, it may or may not be true, and he didn't care, as it sounded good.

"Oh," she said startled. "That wasn't what I meant..."

"Well it's too late now isn't it? You put the invitation out there, and I mean to take you up on it."

Bobby quickly pulled her off the stool, and before she had time to react he pressed her forwards, bending her over it. The round wooden seat pressed into her stomach, her tits and head hanging down over one side of the seat, while her arse stuck out over the other side.

She heard Bobby unzip his pants, and a moment later she felt the grass skirt being parted to reveal her quivering, white, butt cheeks.

"That really wasn't my intention sir," she said, trying to talk him out of it.

"Well you people should really do your research a bit more thoroughly next time then shouldn't you," he said as he ran the tip of his erect cock up and down the exposed lips of her pussy.

"Remember this next time you decide to get up and do the come fuck me dance," and Bobby pressed his cock forwards, spearing her pussy with a smooth forwards thrust.

She groaned, a mixture of embarrassment, shock and pleasure.

"Here she is guys!" yelled a fat, bald businessman from Kentucky, pointing at Tina on the barstool.

"Billy, come see this!" yelled another drunk tourist. "This guy is fucking her." He slapped Bobby on the shoulder in congratulations as he plonked himself down on the seat next to her to watch the festivities.

Very quickly a crowd of drunken tourists formed around Bobby, cheering him on as they watched Tina getting the fucking they all thought she deserved.

"That's it son, give it to her hard like that, she loves it, don't you, you little slut!" yelled a fifty year old grandmother as she slapped Tina's exposed buttock and laughed at her husband, who was stroking his cock through his trunks.

The guy seated next to Tina had reached down and taken a handful of her left tit as it swung beneath her in time with Bobby's thrusts. He squeezed it happily, enjoying the feel of this female flesh in his palm.

The guy from Kentucky had moved alongside her and was taking turns with the grandmother to molest Tina's arse cheeks. He was spanking her and spreading them apart to expose her arsehole, which was greeted by cheers from the crowd each time.

Bobby planted the idea of the come fuck me dance in the minds of everyone here, and they all knew that she deserved everything she got, she was actually asking for it after all.

"I'm going next Billy, I saw her first."

"Ok, well I'm after you then!"

Bobby grinned as his idea spread like wildfire around the deck. Some of the drunken women were even trying to remember the dance moves, and were trying to pick up guys with it, in some cases it was working.

"Tina, I'm going to finish the dance off as required by Hawaiian custom," Bobby said to her as he leant forwards, laying down over her pressing his chest against her back so she could hear him.

"W... What's that?" she asked.

"I am going to come inside you, which is the whole point of the dance. It's a mating ritual."

Bobby enjoyed 'listening' to the reaction in Tina's mind. Desperately she was trying to figure out what she could say or do to convince him not to finish inside her.

"Here we go boys," yelled Bobby to the crowd as he slammed into her faster and harder.

The guys all hollered and whooped at him, and the women cheered him on.

"Oh yeah!" yelled Bobby as he pressed in hard and felt his hot seed flood out into her pussy.

"Oh no," she moaned.

"Oh yeah baby," said Bobby as he pulled his dripping cock out of her slippery pussy. He waited a second or two and then slowly his cum started to drip out of her.

"Look at that nasty little pussy," yelled Doris the grandmother. "Now who else is going to fuck that?"

A second later Ted from Kentucky had taken his place behind the breathless cruise director and had slid his medium sized cock into her moist opening.

"Please, I didn't mean anything..." her voice trailed off as Ted settled into his rhythm and started fucking her happily.

Tina squealed as Ted stuck his finger into her exposed arsehole, and Bobby grinned as he made his way around the crowd to the other bar at the other end of the pool area.

"My man!" yelled Norman from the podium and gave him a high five as Bobby walked past.

Bobby grinned and sat down at the bar and ordered himself a coke. He enjoyed the cold liquid running down his throat as he watched the melee that was happening around Tina's backside. More and more people seemed to be flocking over to her, to watch or participate.

"Guys, over here," giggled Jen from the stage area.

Bobby turned around and smiled, Jen hadn't noticed what had happened to Tina and was now going along with his suggestions.

Jen was standing topless, in a grass skirt and was dong the same dance as Tina, as Bobby had previously instructed her to do, which unbeknownst to her, was now known as the come fuck me dance, by everyone on the deck.

Everyone stared at her for a moment, even Billy who had his cock buried in Tina's arsehole, stopped and turned to look at Jen.

Bobby grinned and tapped his finger to his temple, a second later, Jen 'knew' what she was doing and stopped dancing dead in her tracks.

"I didn't mean it, I didn't realise..."

Before she could complete the sentence though, Norman grabbed her and shoved her down to her knees and then pressed her forwards so that she was down on all fours.

"I won' be missin' out again Mon," he grinned at Bobby as he slipped his half erect, black cock out of his pants.

"Please Norman, I didn't know," she begged as she stared down at the blue carpet on the podium.

"I am sorry Jen, but that's the rule girl. You did it, so now you do it," and with that Norman pressed his cock between the strands of her grass skirt, finding the lips of her blonde pussy with his engorged black cockhead, and then split them apart as it invaded her pussy.

Jen's smaller tits were swinging beneath her as she accepted the consequences of her actions, as she knew she had no other choice.

The deck was now a flurry of activity as people were moving back and forwards between the two women. Billy came loudly in Tina's arsehole and a big Hungarian deck steward moved in behind her to make use of the only opportunity he'd ever get to fuck her.

Ted and the other boys were already lined up waiting for Norman and then the other band members to finish with Jen so they could have a turn too.

Bobby smiled as he slipped off the chair and decided it was time to go to bed.

He wandered through the crowd, noticed a busty 30ish blonde woman in a red and black bikini and sent her a mental summons. Her head snapped up suddenly, she put her drink down and spoke to the man whose lap she was sitting on. She stood up and then walked over to Bobby and put her arm around his waist.

Bobby gave the big guy a mock salute, and headed inside with the guy's wife. Once he'd finished fucking her, those big titties were going to make a great pillow for the night.

This cruise was just getting better and better.

Chapter 6

Bobby was becoming something of a legend on the ship, and he didn't mind the reputation he was getting amongst the crew.

As he walked across the deck to a pool chair, the male staff he passed always said hi or gave him a high five.

He had seen a few of the pool attendants a few nights ago at the Hawaiian deck party and they had gotten an opportunity to fuck the bimbo cruise directors. Now for some reason they knew he was somehow responsible.

Bobby laid back on the sun lounge and stared at the chicks in the pool as they jiggled about in their bikinis. Bobby looked at his watch and saw that the Pilates class had not long finished so now the ladies were relaxing and cooling down in the pool.

A shadow fell over Bobby, and he looked up to see Rahul, one of the bartenders, smiling down at him, with a soft drink in his hand. He held it out for Bobby to take and with a grin he sat down on the lounge next to him.

"Can you help me out man?"

"What's the problem?" asked Bobby, mildly interested.

"I have made a bet," he pointed back over his shoulder at the other guys behind the bar who were all grinning in Bobby's direction.

"I have bet the guys, that my man Bob, can get the bikini off that snooty rich chick over there."

This immediately caught Bobby's attention and he looked around to see who the woman was.

Rahul was pointing at an average sized brunette lounging in the pool, hanging onto the edge. Her black bikini contrasted against her fake tan, which was a nice brown colour. She wore a pair of those big sunglasses that made her look like a giant fly and she had a floppy black straw hat perched on top of her long curly brown hair. Bobby looked at what he could see of her, and his eyes followed the large gold and diamond pendant around her neck, down into her cleavage and stared at her c-cup sized tits for a few moments.

"That one?" he asked, pointing at her as she stretched her head back, almost touching the deck with the back of her head.

"That one," he nodded. "Grade-a, prime cut, 100% USA, bitch."

Bobby grinned, and turned to look at her again.

"You want me to do it now?"

Rahul nodded vigorously.

"Top and the bottoms?"

"Wow," gulped Rahul. "Ok man, yeah," he grinned lustily.

"Give me a second then," Bobby stood and walked over to where she was lazing. He dropped down to one knee next to her head and seemed to be speaking to her for a moment.

A second later, with a pained look of annoyance on her face, she turned and snapped her fingers at Rahul.

"You there," she pointed at him. "Come over here immediately."

Rahul gulped, not sure what was happening, and gingerly walked over to stand alongside Bobby.

Bobby grinned at him, and nodded reassuringly.

"This young man here," he gestured at Bobby, her hand covered in gold rings and bracelets. "He tells me that after midday this area becomes a nudist pool, and if I want any drinks service I have to comply with the dress rules. Is that correct?"

Rahul was stunned and didn't know what to say. Bobby was nodding at him.

"Y...yes," he stammered.

"Well, if I must," she said with great annoyance and weariness. "Why Neville insists on coming on these strange vacations I will never know."

She undid the top knot behind her neck and undid the strap in the middle of her back. With a quick flick of her wrist she pulled the bikini top away from her body, exposing her brown nipples to the midday sun. She allowed the top to float on the water as she reached underneath the water and grabbed the waistband of her bottoms; she yanked them down her legs and wriggled her feet out of them.

Her hand shot out of the water, grabbing the top, and then threw the sodden swimwear at Rahul.

"The least you can do is put that back on my sun lounge, and bring me another gin and tonic," she waved her empty glass at him.

"Yes Mam," Rahul grinned and ran back to the bar, holding the bikini top in the air for the guys to see.

Rahul smiled as they handed over his winnings and a couple of them gave him a high five.

A moment later he returned with her drink and then moved back to where Bobby was standing, he was watching a group of twenty-something year old women from the gym, who were all playing water volleyball.

"Tell them, and they'll do it too," suggested Bobby, indicating the ball players with his head.

"You're joking," Rahul was stunned.

"Try it."

"Ladies... it's uh, after 12," Rahul started, and was surprised when they all stopped and were paying attention to his every word.

"This area goes nudist after 12, so if you want to keep drinks service going, or anything else, then you'll need to comply with the dress code."

Rahul waited for a moment and was surprised to see them nod happily and start to remove their swimsuits.

Bobby had already informed them of this requirement, and they had just been waiting for Rahul to tell them, which was the trigger for action.

"Sir, is it tops and bottoms? Totally nude?" asked a bubbly blonde with a ponytail.

"Uh, yes..." he said meekly.

"Ok," she said with a big grin and cheekily threw her hot pink bikini pants at his head.

Bobby had enjoyed watching the nude water volleyball for a while and had then decided to head back inside. He walked past the nude rich woman who was calling Rahul over for another drink, and Bobby bent down and whispered something to her.

He patted Rahul on the shoulder as he walked past him and then turned to watch the fun just as he got to the door.

Rahul got to the pool's edge and before he could say anything Bobby saw the woman bemoaning the new price of a drink, and then deciding to go ahead anyway. She pulled Rahul down and had him sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet were dangling in the pool and the ends of the legs of his board shorts were just about in the water too.

Without a second of hesitation she slid the leg of his shorts up to expose his now hardening cock and quickly slurped Rahul's cock into her mouth. She wanted her drink so she needed to get payment over and done with as quickly as possible.

Bobby grinned at the look of disbelief on the faces of the entire bar staff, especially on Rahul's face, and then he turned to head inside.

With one last thought he informed the woman that she would be swallowing every drop of Rahul's cum, and he enjoyed the revulsion in her mind, which he then quickly squashed. She knew she had to do what she had to do if she wanted her drink. Then he closed the door and went inside to look for more mischief to get into.   

The day had passed slowly, Bobby had watched a James Bond film in the cinema, had eaten lunch in the Pizza place with a nice black woman who for some reason had felt the need to expose her naked b-cup breasts to him, for their entire meal.

Bobby waved goodbye to her and gave her breasts one last grope, implanting the idea in her head that she'd like to join him again for lunch at the steakhouse tomorrow.

Bobby wandered the ship before coming to rest in the library for a few hours. He liked to read and he was working his way through the good books in the library, so that didn't leave him many to choose from. He wasn't sure what he was going to do once he ran out of books. His phone bleeped at him, reminding him that it was heading towards dinnertime and that he needed to get ready.

Bobby walked down to the shopping area and into the men's boutique store. The store manager had become Bobby's own personal valet, and each evening would run around the store finding new clothing for Bobby to wear.

Tonight was some kind of nautical theme at dinner so Bobby ended up wearing a stripey blue and white shirt, white casual trousers and boater shoes, with a navy blue sports jacket.

Bobby smiled at Danny the store manager and gave him a wave as he walked out of the store and Danny rang up a no sale into the register.

Katerina was waiting patiently for him outside of the store.

"Evening Kat,"

"Sir. You're looking handsome as always," she nodded in deference to her boss.

"What do you have for me tonight?" Bobby rubbed his hands together eagerly as he strolled slowly towards the dining room.

"Tonight we'll be sitting at table with three other guests."

"Do tell," Bobby grinned.

"Mrs Donna McKluskey who is travelling with her two daughters, 19 year old Karen and 18 year old Cindy. Mr McKluskey isn't travelling with them on this holiday, it's girl's only trip."

"Sounds like I have some new best friends."

Bobby looked across the room to where Kat was pointing. He could see a pair of beautiful young women facing him. There was a blonde with long hair, and she looked like a cheerleader type of girl, an athletic looking, stunning girl, with pert looking c-cup sized breasts. Next to her sat a younger brunette with glasses and long brown hair that had been curled up into tight ringlets, like springs held fast with bobby pins, and she had the hot librarian look about her. Not quite frumpy, but curvy enough and added to by her d-cup tits, which brought it back from nerdy to hot nerdy. At one end of the table sat another older brunette, definitely their mother as she resembled both of them, and her long brown hair framed her face nicely, flowing down to soften the pale skin of her long neck. She was almost an older version of the nerdy one; the body shape was the same only her tits were bigger than her daughter's.

All three of them were dressed elegantly, Donna their hot milf of a mother was wearing a black evening gown, blonde Karen was wearing a more daring red one, whilst nerdy Cindy had on a less revealing purple one with a shawl.

Bobby walked over to the table, plonked himself down into the seat alongside the mother, opposite the blonde.

"Good evening ladies," he smiled warmly.

All three of them liked him immediately, and they smiled back.

"I'm Bob, and this is Katerina," he said indicating his assistant as she slid down into the chair alongside him.

Donna introduced her family, and they all shook hands with Bobby.

"And where's Mr McKlusky tonight?" asked Bobby.

"Oh, Rod wasn't able to make it on this trip. Too much on at work, you know how it is," smiled Donna, with a tinge of regret in her voice.

"Oh well, all the more time then for us to get to know each other then, isn't there."

Bobby smiled and put his arm around Donna's shoulder, allowing his hand to snake down into the cleavage of her dress and take hold of the large e-cup breast within it.

Karen and Cindy did a double take, and expected their mother to lose it, and they were surprised when she sat there happily allowing this guy to grope her tit in public. Suddenly they decided it was ok too, there was no problem with his exposing her nipple to them like he was doing now, as he pulled the cup of her bra down too, and they smiled happily.

The food was good and had filled their stomachs to bursting point; they also had drunk all the wine that Bobby had handed them, glass after glass.

Bobby had worked out the dynamics of the group, Donna was the neglected and repressed housewife, her two daughters didn't really need her any longer and this was her last attempt at a family outing. The fact that her husband didn't bother to come along really said something about their relationship.

Karen was the wild child, a former high school cheerleader and good time, party girl. She had somehow swung a scholarship so she was doing an arts degree, which to her was basically a degree in partying.

She was always trying to get her sister to lighten up a bit, and get her mother to simmer down and get off her case.

Cindy was the opposite to her sister; she was the good girl of the family, the golden haired child. She was a straight-a student and was just finishing up at school. She knew that she would go to a fine university and study something meaningful, perhaps medicine. She didn't believe in too much wild partying like her sister, but would occasionally let her hair down. She was always there for her mother, and the two of them were more like friends than mother and daughter.

Bobby suddenly stood up and jumped up onto the dinner table, looking around the room as everyone slowly went silent. They all realised something was going on, and one by one they turned to stare at the guy standing up on the table. The staff all halted, stopped carrying out their duties and also stared at the passenger on the table.

"Can I have your attention please," Bobby waved his arms around theatrically.

"I have decided that on the final night, at the Captain's dinner there will be a slight change in plans, it will now be an authentic Roman Toga party."

The guests were all happy enough and clapped accordingly.

Bobby held his hands up to quieten them down.

"Now as everyone knows, the main ingredient for any Roman celebration is a Vestal Virgin."

The guys in the room laughed, and the women nodded knowingly, as this was now a confirmed fact in all their minds.

"Do we have any virgins, over the age of 18 of course?"

He looked around the room, as he flooded their minds with the knowledge that it would be perfectly fine to admit to it.

"Just raise your hand," he prompted.

A moment later three or four hands around the room were raised, including Cindy's.

Bobby grinned and jumped down for a quick look around.

One was a nerdy guy sitting with his mother; Bobby whacked him on the forehead with a spoon and told him to put his hand down.

There was a dowdy looking, slightly attractive, but somewhat chubby girl towards the back.

He grabbed a nearby pretty boy out of his seat and thrust him in her direction; by the end of the evening she would have a holiday romance story to tell her friends back home about, and she would have no more virginity to worry about either.

The guy looked like a male model, and in his mind he knew he just had to do something nice for this girl, even though his friends would never let him forget about it ever again. Bobby wasn't concerned; people had done a lot worse under the effects of alcohol, without his influence at all. The guy would get over it and the girl would get some self-confidence, so everybody wins.

That left a nice looking black girl on one side, and Cindy on the other.

Bobby quickly looked into the Negro girl's mind and found that she was on holidays here with her Aunt. She came from Africa, and was a very religious girl. She was waiting to be married before she would lie with a man.

Bobby walked over to her and grinned, he held out his hand and got her up to her feet.

The crowd cheered as Bobby walked her back over to Cindy's table.

"Wow Sis, I didn't realise you hadn't..."

"Shh Karen," said Donna, trying to quieten Karen. "Leave your sister alone."

Bobby got Cindy up to her feet as well, and got them both to do a pirouette for the crowd.

The black girl was athletic, almost anorexic. Her face was beautiful, and her dark chocolate skin almost glowed under the lights. She was wearing a simple wrap-around dress in a light cotton floral fabric, and it was tied up at her throat.

Cindy smiled, almost embarrassed as Bobby spun her around for the crowd, her perfect white teeth glinting in the lights, as she smiled at Bobby. He slipped her glasses off, and slid the shawl down off her shoulders.

"You're well developed Cindy," said Bobby as he cupped one of her d-cup breasts through her dress.

"Mine are better," piped up Karen as she thrust her breasts out towards Bobby.

"It's not always about you Karen, let Cindy have her moment for once," scolded Donna.

"Shall we have a proper look at the ladies?" he asked his audience, who cheered affirmatively.

He helped Cindy up onto the next table which was a bit larger, and then assisted the other girl up onto the table alongside them.

"Let's start with you," and with a flourish he pulled the knot at the black girl's neck open, and the cotton fabric fell away from her body. She was not wearing a bra and her shiny black nipples glistened in the cool evening air. She was wearing a pair of red thong style panties, and Bobby turned her slowly so everyone could get a look at her titties and firm arse.

She knew she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't, and she knew she needed to do everything this guy asked her to do.

She smiled sweetly, white teeth bursting like neon lights from between the dark lips, as she displayed her wares.

Bobby left her standing there topless in her thong, as he moved to Cindy. He slipped the shoestring straps off her shoulders and allowed the purple dress to fall down around her ankles. Her matching bra and panties were of a similar purple coloured fabric to the dress so they wouldn't stand out underneath it. Bobby jumped up behind her and quickly unhooked the clasps on her bra, and a moment later her lovely tits came tumbling into view.

A moment of embarrassment flushed across her face, and then she realised she needed to stand up proudly, so she stuck her head back, shoulders up and chest out. The audience cheered appreciatively. Bobby turned her around and grabbed the leg bands of her slightly larger style panties and pulled them up into her arse crack to expose her cheeks and give the same effect as the other girl's thong.

Bobby stood back, looking from one to the other as they stood there topless and proud.

They all applauded as the women moved back and forwards on the table, doing their best to attract attention to themselves, to the cheers from the diners.

"I think we have a winner," proclaimed Bobby as he held Cindy's hand up in the air.

The crowd clapped, and the black girl climbed down to give Cindy some room.

"Our Vestal Virgin for the Captain's Dinner, Cindy McKlusky!"

"Well done honey," beamed Donna, a very proud mother. "You won."

""Yeah only cause that black chick had tits like a boy."

"Karen! Be happy for your sister."

"Well done Cin," groaned Karen.

"Thanks!" she was so genuinely happy that she'd won something on her looks for once, proving that she was pretty too, and she didn't care what her sister said.

Bobby sat back down in his chair, and Tonia, the black girl, came and stood alongside him, still only wearing her thong.

"Well done Tonia," Bobby put his arm around her waist as she stood alongside him, and then gave her a pat on the arse.

"You came second. Are you going to come along to the dinner?"

She nodded yes, and then Bobby turned to look at Donna with a grave look on his face.

"If Tonia comes to the dinner, then Cindy won't be the only virgin there," he said in a mock whisper.

"Well, we can't have that, no-one is ruining my daughter's night."

Donna stood up and quickly hauled Karen and Cindy out of their seats as well.

"Girls, come over here and help your mother," she ordered.

Within a second, Donna had grabbed hold of Tonia, and had passed her along to Karen.

"Hold on to her."

She turned to face Bobby and smiled, she spun his chair around to face away from the table so she could get to him and a moment later she had dropped to her knees to shuffle across in front of him. She reached up and stroked his cock through his trouser pants.

"I'm afraid we're going to need your services for this Bob," she smiled and unzipped his pants. She fished his semi-erect cock out of his pants and began to slurp it down like a seasoned blowjob professional.

Bobby was enjoying letting this play out, after planting the seed of the idea in Donna's mind, the need to protect her daughter's hard fought win had taken over. He guessed where events were heading and he was happy to allow her to abuse him like this.

After a few moments of attention from Donna's mouth, Bobby's cock was erect.

"Ok girls, lift her up onto Bob's lap," ordered Donna.

Tonia realised what was happening as the two ladies lifted her up and moved towards Bobby.

She struggled a little, but could not break free from the stronger, larger women.

With Karen on one side and Cindy on the other they moved her alongside Bobby's chair.

"We can't do this, it's not right," said Cindy looking around the room, surprised to see that everyone else was watching on in eager anticipation.

"Grow up Cindy, this is why you never win anything. Sometimes you just have to take out your competition. If she's not a virgin, then she can't be the Vestal Virgin now can she?" demanded Karen.

"Hurry up girls, lift her on to Bob's lap," ordered their mother.

Grabbing her behind the knees and at her shoulders, they lifted Tonia up into the air and then brought her down so that her legs were spread wide, hanging over the arms of the chair, seated in front of Bobby's cock.

Donna was now face to face with the black haired pussy lips of the negro woman through her underwear. Donna grabbed a handful of the panties and with a vicious tug she tore the lacy material away to expose the defenceless pussy beneath.

"Please, please don't do this," begged Tonia.

"Sorry, wrong place, wrong time dear. Unfortunately for you it's time to become a woman," Donna grabbed hold of Bobby's cock, motioned for the girls to lift Tonia up a bit, she spat on the end of Bobby's cock and placed the tip of it in between the black pussy lips.

"Are you ready?" she asked Tonia.

"Please, no..."

"Time for your first fuck," she grinned as she nodded to the girls who drove the virgin downwards with a shove.

Bobby couldn't believe how well this was all going. He felt his cock spear up inside the virgin pussy, he felt the resistance of her cherry and then as the sisters pressed down on her he felt his cock tear past the wall of defence and he was deep inside her.

Tonia shrieked as she felt her hymen being torn apart, and the big white cock invade her pussy.

Donna stared at Bobby's cock as he lifted Tonia up so that he could slide into her again.

"See girls, there's the blood," pointed Donna. "Her cherry has been popped."

Karen and Cindy were down with their mother looking on with curiosity. None of them had ever seen a virgin lose her cherry before.

As Tonia shrieked, the room cheered them on. Her virginity was no more, and the diners in the room loved it.

Bobby took over now grabbing her underneath her arse cheeks. He started sliding her up and down his cock, which was not difficult, as she weighed nothing.

"She's getting dry," groaned Bobby.

Donna immediately sprang into action, directing her troops like a general. Karen went to one breast and began to suck, while Cindy reluctantly did the same to the other one.

Donna reached down and began to explore the folds of Tonia's pussy, before concentrating on her clit. As soon as she touched it, both Bobby and Tonia groaned.

"Yeah, that's it girls," he groaned.

"No, please don't make me come. Don't humiliate me more..."

"Sorry dear," grinned Donna as she bent down and sucked the black clit between her lips. "Bobby needs the lubrication."

Tonia was thrashing about now, her mind was being stimulated by Bobby too as he wanted her to come, he liked the sound of further humiliating her.

Bobby thrust up into her, again and again, and then as she was overwhelmed with a powerful orgasm, Bobby began to squirt his hot semen into her red-hot insides.

"Oh, yeah. Unbelievable," groaned Bobby as he slumped forwards against her rigid back and kissed her on the shoulder.

She hung her head in shame, and didn't know what to do. She sat there, nude, with Bobby's cock still deep inside her, and everyone else in the room was cheering at her defilement. Staring at her nudity, having seen the blood from her burst cherry drip out of her to later be followed by their sex juices. They had loved every second of her abuse, her forceful entry into the sexual world of womanhood, whether she liked it or not.

Bobby had made Tonia clean his cock off before she put it carefully away in his pants. She now was on her knees alongside his chair, waiting, her head hung in shame.

The other women had returned to their seats and they were all enjoying their dessert.

"I will meet you all tomorrow morning after breakfast, 9am. We'll start getting you ready for the Toga party," he smiled at Cindy.

"Sir," Katerina said from behind him.

He turned and saw that she had returned and had brought the items he had requested.

He grabbed the diamante studded black leather dog collar from the tray she was holding and turned and placed it around the slender neck of the black woman. He grabbed the leash off the tray and snapped it onto the loop of the collar. It was amazing the stuff people were prepared to buy from the boutiques on the ship, maybe these pet items made them feel less guilty about leaving fluffy snookums the dog in a kennel while they went on a cruise.

"I think you're going to be my little pet for the rest of the trip Tonia, what do you think?"

Tonia nodded silently, now knowing her role as his plaything.

"I think we'll see if we can't send you home to Africa with a fine white baby in your belly, would you like that?"

Her mind screamed in horror at the mere thought of a baby born out of wedlock.

"Yes sir, that would be very nice," she smiled demurely.

"Well we'd better go and tell your family that you're staying with me to be my breeding sow for the rest of the trip."

She nodded and promptly got down on her hands and knees and started to crawl as Bobby led her away like a pet dog on its leash.

"I'll see you all first thing in the morning," he smiled as they all waved and nodded at him.

They watched the supple buttocks of the black girl as she crawled away, her arse glistening with a mixture of virgin blood and sex juices. Donna grinned as she saw Bobby sit down and grab hold of Tonia's Aunt's right breast as he started to inform her of Tonia's new holiday plans, softly stroking the older black woman's nipple through her blue taffeta evening dress as he did so. She could see the woman's mind racing and then she smiled and nodded happily at the fine young man who was groping her.

Donna knew just how the woman felt.

"Come on girls, we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Chapter 7

The three women were waiting, ready for whatever Bobby had in store for them, and they looked up in surprise as Katerina walked across the lobby to them.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thanks," said Donna, looking around for Bobby.

"Mr Bob is waiting for you in the day spa, he says that you all need some attention, to get ready for your big moment Cindy."

Cindy was a bit embarrassed by being the focus of all this fuss, and Karen snorted in disgust. Donna jabbed her blonde daughter with her elbow to silence her.

"Ok, lead the way, we're all yours."

Katerina grinned evilly, and then led the three of them away.

"Good morning ladies," said Sonia, greeting the three women who Katerina was leading into the spa. Sonia was a blonde, Swedish woman who was in charge of the spa and was also the head beautician.

They all nodded at the friendly looking woman, she was average height and had a nice fit looking figure, with pert b-cup breasts. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail and she wore a white cotton blouse and matching white trousers. She wore white tennis shoes and a minimum of make up. She looked at her expensive Rolex white-gold watch, the face shining with the diamonds at each hour mark, taking note of the time of arrival.

"You're here for a special package, Mr Bobby has very specific instructions for your care, and so we need to get underway."

Donna nodded; this was to be expected, as the star of tonight's show should be treated accordingly.

"Now which one's our little virgin?" asked Sonia mischievously.

Cindy held up her hand meekly.

"Of for Pete's sake Cin, get you hand up, the entire damn ship knows you're a virgin by now. You may as well make use of it," Karen snorted at her in annoyance. "Don't be so damned meek all the time!"

"Leave your sister alone Karen, you know she's a sensitive soul."

"Come with me my little sweet," grinned Sonia as she whisked Cindy away from her family. "Don't worry, you'll see them later," she grinned as Cindy started to protest.

Cindy looked around; she had never been in a beauty parlour before, or a day spa.

"You can leave your clothes on the chair over there," Sonia pointed at the lounge chair near the door. "Then come lay down, we'll start with a massage."

Hesitantly Cindy looked around the Spartan looking room, and then she slowly removed her t-shirt and shorts, revealing her bikini underneath.

"The bikini too sweetie," Sonia smiled as she waited for Cindy to finish undressing.

Cindy removed the bikini and quickly climbed up to lay face down on the towel covering the padded massage table.

"How's it going in here?" asked Bobby happily as he opened the door and made his way inside the room.

Cindy wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear, but Bobby eased her mind and she lay quietly on the table.

"We're about to start the massage sir," Sonia said in her cute accent as she grabbed a bottle of massage oil off a nearby trolley and began to drizzle it over Cindy's back.

Bobby sat back in the chair, which he had pulled to the end of the table, staring at Cindy's nice buttocks as Sonia worked her way down Cindy's back, relaxing her all over.

She reached the girl's buttocks and began to pour the warm oil over them, Bobby licked his lips as he watched the oil run down between her buttocks, between the lips of her pussy, which he could just see between her thighs, and down into a pool on the towel below.

"Spread your legs apart for me now," Sonia said as she lightly placed her hands on the insides of Cindy's knees, sliding her legs apart to the either edge of the table. "Mr Bobby needs to be able to see what's going on too," she laughed.

Cindy wanted to flee, and then again found that it was fine for this guy to be watching, staring at her pussy. She buried her face in the towel anyway.

Her head snapped up and back as she suddenly felt Sonia's fingers touch her pussy lips; they spread her open to Bobby's eager gaze, revealing the pink virginal flesh inside. Sonia's fingers danced up and down her pussy, around her buttocks and dallied around her tightly puckered arsehole as she pulled the butt cheeks apart to expose it as well.

Cindy could feel the desire within her rising rapidly; lust was building between her thighs as this stranger manipulated her towards orgasm.

"Roll onto your back now dear."

Cindy hesitated and then realised she needed to follow any instructions from Sonia, quickly and precisely.

She rolled over onto her back, and lay awkwardly with her hands clasped on her belly.

Sonia smiled down at her, she could see the mixture of terror, uneasiness and lust on the younger female's face.

Cindy smiled back awkwardly, as the Swede took hold of her lovely naked breasts and began to knead them. She rolled them around, worked the nipples between her fingers and then bent forwards and sucked each nipple into her mouth before slowly allowing it to slide back out between her almost closed teeth, grazing the sensitive nipple flesh as it went past. She looked at the erect nipples and grabbed the oil, applied it liberally to the buxom girl and began to really work her breasts. The girl was trying not to thrash as her sensitive tits were being worked over by an expert.

Sonia then made her way down her stomach, and then ordered her to spread her thighs apart again.

Sonia grabbed hold of Cindy's hips and slid her down the table so that her legs were hanging off the bed at her knees.

"What do you think Sir, looks like a nice little cunt to me."

"Yes," Bobby smiled at her. "I love when you say cunt with your accent."

She slapped him playfully on the shoulder, and then seized hold of the brunette's pussylips. She started to work on the outside, making her way up to the hood which hid her clit and started working around it.

"You look so hot Cindy, come for her baby, let the nice lady make you happy," Bobby suggested sleazily to her as he moved alongside her and began to massage her breasts himself.

Cindy grunted as Sonia's fingers really went to town on her, working her clit and her lips, teasing the inside of her pussy without going in too deep to endanger the un-ruptured cherry inside.

Cindy's hands suddenly shot down and held Sonia's hands in place as she started to wail and buck, riding the masseur's fingers all the way through her orgasm.

Cindy lay there panting, satisfied, as Bobby and Sonia stood at the end of the bed staring at her wet pussy.

"What do you think would look best?" Sonia asked as she took hold of a tuft of the brown hair around the virgin pussy.

"Well neat and tidy is nice, a Brazilian is a bit too worldly, and that's definitely not her..." Bobby considered the options.

"Well if she's a virgin and she's going to be on display, perhaps an unobstructed view would be better?" suggested Sonia.

"The sweet innocent virgin eh? Yeah I like it, do that," he nodded.

Sonia moved Cindy's legs apart and examined her to see where the pubic hair was, all of which needed to be removed.

"What's happening now?" she asked.

"Just giving you a tidy up so that you look the part," said Sonia as she reached for her hot wax and a wooden spatula. "You want to be neat and tidy for your big night dear."

Cindy didn't want them to do this to her, but she found she couldn't stop them, all she wanted to do was lay there and watch as the blonde woman spread the hot wax over her privates and around her arsehole, before applying strips onto the wax. After a moment Sonia tore the furry covering away to reveal Cindy's naked flesh beneath. Cindy squealed in pain, as the hair was ripped from her body.

Cindy looked down at herself, seeing her body looking as it had not looked for several years. She was unsure what to think; when her pubic hair had grown and her tits started developing she knew she was becoming a woman. She still had her big tits, but they had taken this small part of her womanhood away from her, just like they wanted to take her cherry away from her later on.

"Ok, into the Sauna with you, and then we can get our next victim in here," Sonia said with a pretend evil laugh as she ushered Cindy out of the room towards the wooden door at the end of the corridor. Katerina was standing there and opened the door to her to reveal the wooden steam room within.

"Slick and shiny," she said as she dropped her hand down to grope the passing chick's vagina. "Just the way I like it," she grinned evilly as she closed the door behind the stunned girl.

The mother and her two daughters sat back in the large heated spa, they had all caught up with each other as they had passed through their various treatments and had all ended up here.

They sat naked in the bubbling water, as Donna asked them about their activities.

It turned out that while Cindy had been stripped bare of her pubic covering, Karen had been left with a little blonde triangle of hair above her clit and they had left Donna with a tiny Brazilian-style landing strip of hair.

Donna had heard of these Brazilians before but would never have been brave enough to get one on her own. She didn't know what her husband would say, if he ever even noticed that something had happened down there.

Both Karen and Donna would never admit to it but they had both been massaged and fingered to orgasm by Sonia as well, before being sent to sweat it off in the sauna.

Bobby walked in and sat down on the edge of the pool, enjoying the sight of the three pairs of tits bobbing happily in the water before him.

"Everyone nice and relaxed?"

They all answered that they were and smiled at their new friend.

"It's just about time for lunch and then I think you ladies should join me for a swim outside."

They all nodded as Bobby sat thinking for a moment.

"You're all looking a bit pale though, I think you'll need to get some sun. Make sure you wear the skimpiest bikinis you have," he grinned. A thought flashed across Karen's mind and he saw an image of a slingshot swimsuit, barely more than a couple of straps, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination.

"I can't say I'm really surprised Karen, but I think your mother should wear that swimsuit, you can go buy another one just tell the guys in the store to put it on my tab."

Karen was surprised he knew what she was thinking about, but she nodded to him, and Donna looked a bit worried as she suspected she knew which swimsuit he was talking about. She also knew she would wear whichever one her daughter gave her to wear, without any questions asked. It was simply what she had to do; she knew that for a fact.

Bobby finished his lunch at the steakhouse and bid his lunch friend good-bye for another day. He watched as her bikini clad arse wobbled off down the corridor, like the song said, baby's got back, and she definitely did have a hot butt. Bobby smiled as he watched some old white haired, white guy do a double take as he came around the corner and was face to face with her naked black breasts as she walked past him.

Bobby smiled to him.

"Do you still have what it takes?" he asked him, putting the idea in his head.

"With her?" he asked in disbelief and pointed to the black woman standing at the end of the corridor where Bobby had stopped her. He couldn't believe what was being asked, he was being offered a stunning young black woman.

"If you like dark meat, yeah."

"I am more than capable, young man," he said as he puffed up his chest.

"Well go get her, and make sure you hit that butt, look at it," Bobby pointed at her as she flexed her cheeks at him, first one and then the other, to heighten the effect.

"Indeed," he nodded and quickly headed off towards her and they disappeared around the corridor to head back to her room.

Good deed for the day done, Bobby turned and headed for the pool deck where his afternoon companions would be waiting for him.

Donna stood, uncomfortable as she kept trying to adjust the swimsuit that was too small for her. The thing was like one giant fluoro green thong. There were two shoestring straps over her shoulders that simply went down over her nipples, leaving the rest of her large breasts exposed. They joined together below her navel and from there a single strap ran down between her pussy lips and up the back between her butt cheeks, and then at her waist it split back into two straps up to her shoulders.

The suit left nothing to the imagination and for a conservative and modest mother of two it was hell.

Cindy was wearing a tiny black bikini, which was still within the realms of respectability but was the smallest she had, and Karen had managed to find hot pink Lycra thong bikini pants with a matching top that just held two little triangles of fabric over her nipples. Not as revealing as the slingshot her mother was reluctantly wearing, but still very skimpy, and very hot. 

Bobby stepped out in front of where they were waiting and looked them up and down theatrically so they were aware he was looking.

"Looking smokin' hot ladies," he grinned and walked up to them.

"Especially you Mrs Mac, nice camel toe you've got going on there" he gave her naked arse a playful slap and whistled in appreciation, and she turned bright red in embarrassment.

"Who's up for a turn in the Jacuzzi?" he said as he moved between Donna and Karen, putting an arm around their waists, he dropped his palm down on each of them to hold a cheek in his hand, and directed both of them forwards to the Jacuzzi.

"Come on Cindy," he called back over his shoulder as she grabbed their towels and threw them on a nearby lounge chair.

They climbed up the stairs to the pool area and Bobby enjoyed watching Donna try to step down into the Jacuzzi in front of a family who were already sitting in the water, the middle aged husband's eyes popped out of his head as he saw the three beauties joining them. He couldn't believe how the afternoon had suddenly turned around, 3 hot babes in the pool with them, and the older one was just about wearing nothing and was giving him a fantastic show as she climbed into the pool.

His wife looked on unapprovingly, she had never liked these older women who wanted to dress up like they thought they were still 18.  Their teenage children were having very different reactions. Their daughter had her sunglasses on and her mp3 player was going, she didn't care what was happening, she just wanted this stupid holiday with her parents to be over. She closed her eyes again and vanished back into her music.

The son was a different story, he was having a reaction like his dad, and if his cock had been any more erect it would have burst. He didn't know where to look next.

He caught the eye of his dad who winked at him, and then saw his mother was glaring at these women in disgust.

He watched as the yummy milf sat down nearby, and then the hot blonde sat alongside his dad and the brunette sat down opposite him.

"Afternoon," said Bobby jovially as he greeted everyone in the tub.

They all nodded to the strangers, except for the daughter who was totally absorbed in her music and had her eyes closed too.

"Sorry if we've disturbed your relaxation time," Bobby smiled, and the mother glared at him.

"Oh come on, surely I'm not that bad," he grinned back at her, and could see she was having none of it.

"Ok, well I guess I'd better lighten your mood," Bobby stood up and moved over to sit next to her. Her short frame wobbled in surprise as this guy suddenly came over and sat next to her. She turned and glared at him, who was this young guy and his freaky tramps. She snapped her head around, a light spray of warm water coming off her very short curly hair, shaved around the sides and longer on top so she almost looked like a poodle.

"You really need to lighten up, find the nice things in people," he said with a grin as he put his arm around her shoulders, like he was on a date at the movies.

Her rage wanted to boil over, she wanted to tear him limb from limb and give him a good lecture too. But for some reason she couldn't, she sat and allowed this guy to cuddle her and stroke her naked arm.

"Are you ok Lil?" asked her husband, worried about this strange turn of events, despite the distracting qualities of the women around him.

"Shut up Derek, if I want your help I'll ask for it," she snapped at him.

He was a large, strong looking man in his fifties, and he quickly recoiled like he'd been struck.

"Yes dear."

Bobby ran his hand down the side of Lilly's cheek and turned her face to look at him.

"You have no reason to speak to him like that, he's only being a kind husband."

Despite every instinct telling her otherwise, she nodded and said Ok.

"Now let's see if we can get a smile out of you," and with a quick movement, Bobby grabbed hold of the top of her navy blue one piece swimsuit and pulled it down to reveal her little a-cup sized tits, which were almost starting to get a little bit floppy.

"Mum!" Chad was stunned. His witch of a mother was sitting there with her tits in some guy's hands, in front of her family too.

"I don't think you should," she protested meekly as Bobby ran his hand down the outside of her swimsuit, heading down towards her crotch.

"Shush now, you just let Bobby make you feel better."

Bobby slid his hand around under the leg of her swimsuit and came into contact with her naked pussy. Quickly he went to work on her lips with his fingertips and then began to ease one and then two fingers into her cunt.

"Don't do it! Stop..." she groaned in pleasure. "Not in front of them," she hissed.

"Yes you're right, we mustn't leave them out," he gestured at Karen and Donna.

Karen quickly pulled her top off and before the man could react, she had pressed Derek's face into her cleavage and was taking hold of his erect cock through his board shorts, as she was perched on his lap.

"Come here sweetie," cooed Donna as she pulled the strap off her big tit to fully expose it and grabbed the back of Chad's head pulling his mouth to her erect nipple.

"My you're a large young man aren't you," she giggled as she pulled his shorts down to reveal his seven-inch cock.

"What the hell!" Sally looked back and forth she couldn't believe her eyes.

She had opened her eyes to find some kind of Roman orgy going on, and her family was smack in the middle of it.

The people who had gotten into the tub were having their way with everyone. She was stunned, she watched as her uptight, upper class and normally sexless mother was riding the guy's hand for all it was worth under the water. He was groping her little tits as she threw her head back and was rocked by a powerful looking orgasm.

The slutty blonde chick had her dad up on the edge of the tub and she had worked his shorts down to his knees to reveal his erect cock to the afternoon sun. Sally was taken aback for a moment; she never knew that her dad's cock was that big. She watched as it disappeared into the blonde's mouth again as she continued the blowjob she was giving him, her naked tits jiggling around as she alternated working his cock between her mouth and her tits. After a few more moments she let his cock go with a loud pop and climbed up onto his lap, reaching back behind herself, she turned and gave Sally a lascivious wink as she pulled her thong aside and slid her dad's cock into her wet pussy.

Derek groaned and the chick turned back and began to press her tits into his face as she rode his cock.

She turned away as movement alongside her got her attention and she saw the older woman with her brother in a similar position to her dad. He was laying back at the edge of the tub, legs spread, as she was between them, a large tit resting on each of his legs as she was doing her best impersonation of a vacuum cleaner as she sucked his cock for all she was worth. She saw the brunette's cheeks move inwards again and again as her brother's cock plunged in and out between her plump lips. With a quick movement she pressed her head down so she was nose to belly with Chad and Sally could see the woman's throat moving as she was swallowing, and her brother was shuddering in orgasm. Eventually she sat back up and smiled, licking her lips and sat back down into the tub as her younger brother lay there, his slowly deflating cock dribbling cum onto his thigh.

"About time you decided to join us young lady," scolded her mother, who had finished orgasming.

"What is going on?" Sally demanded.

"You're late for this family bonding exercise, that's what's going on, now get that top off," she ordered, pointing at her daughter's white bikini top.

Sally looked at her in disbelief for a moment and then suddenly she found herself removing her top to release her c-cup sized tits, as the younger brunette moved towards her, hesitantly.

"That's it Cindy," said Bobby as he guided her towards Sally, pressing her mouth onto the perky nipple before her, and he pushed Cindy's hand up to grab a handful of Sally's other tit.

"We have things to do today Sally, so hurry up and co-operate with this young lady," ordered her mother. "Get the pants off too, you silly girl."

She eased her bikini pants off and allowed the girl to manoeuvre her out of the water and up onto the edge of the tub alongside her brother.

Cindy spread Sally's legs apart, and following the mental instructions from Bobby, she moved down between her legs and latched onto the older girl's dark haired pussy.

"Ever had your pussy eaten before Sally?" asked Bobby.

"Once or twice at college," she hissed in pleasure, as she gently held the back of Cindy's head, gently stoking her hair.

"Well I'll speak to you about that later missy," her mother snapped at her, as she watched Cindy lap at her daughter's sweet nectar.

She turned and glared at Derek, who was now sliding his erect cock into the arsehole of the blonde slut who was fucking him.

"I see you'll take any opportunity to shove that up someone's arsehole won't you, you pig!" she spat at her husband. "He only tried that once with me I can tell you, he couldn't walk straight for a week afterwards. Never tried it again, did you stupid," she slapped her husband across the arm as both he and Karen ignored her and continued fucking.

"I seem to have missed out here," Bobby said as he grabbed Donna by the hand and pulled her up out of the tub.

He led her over to the glass safety fence around the raised hot tub area, and pulled both of her tits out from the tiny straps of her swimsuit.

"It's ok Donna, let them swing in the breeze," he reassured her as he bent her forwards so her tits were hanging down, and she grabbed hold of the glass for support.

She felt him pull the thong out from between her butt cheeks too, revealing her pussy and her arsehole to him.

"Nice, very nice," he murmured as he pulled his erect cock out of his shorts and rubbed the tip up and down the length of her pussy.

Once he decided the head was wet enough he slid the length of it into her with a smooth thrust.

She bit her bottom lip in pleasure, and looked across the deck nervously, she was sure that at any moment the entire ship would notice her and they'd all be staring in horror as she allowed herself to be fucked like this, bent over with her tits swinging like cow's udders. Bobby began to thrust regularly in and out of her, enjoying the humiliation in her mind, the repressed lust running through her and the pleasurable sensations as again and again his cock stimulated her cunt and clit.

Bobby allowed a couple of people to react to them, they noticed her at the fence and came over and stood in front of the glass, enjoying the show.

She was dying of embarrassment as she could hear the guys making comments, talking about her titties and how hot she looked getting taken like that.

"Watch her tits swing son, he's really giving it to her," grinned a father and son team here on a fishing trip, nothing like a bit of father son bonding to keep the relationship going once the son moved out of home.

"Yeah, he should hit her up the arse, then I bet she'd jump," laughed the son.

Bobby sensed the reaction from Donna, and he loved the feeling of terror. She knew he could do it if he wanted to and she knew she couldn't stop him no matter how much she might want to.

Bobby pulled out and lined his cock up with her arsehole, he touched her lightly with the tip and as the realisation ran through her mind he then began to force his way inside her.

Her head snapped back, making her tits jiggle, bringing a cheer from the guys watching the show.

"No! Not there," she begged.

"Quiet, your daughter loves it, so will you," he said gesturing over to where Karen was riding Derek.

Karen grabbed hold of Derek's arm as she slipped off his cock and moved over towards her mother, pulling the confused man behind her. Quickly she assumed the same position as her mother, right alongside her, and reached back to spread her tight butt cheeks to show Derek his target. He got the message and resumed arse-fucking her.

The guys were cheering now; especially when Bobby told them it was mother and daughter who were starring in the show they were watching.

Derek pressed hard into Karen's arse, pressing her face against the glass as he sent jets of hot cum into her arse. A moment later the two of them slumped to the ground, lying in a spent heap.

"There goes Karen, and I think Cindy will be going off any second now too," chuckled Bobby as he looked back at Sally and her mother Lilly as they were both working on Cindy's tits and pussy, driving her towards another orgasm.  

Bobby pushed Donna harder and harder as he rammed into her, and as she was moved forwards her tits were now slapping against the glass. The father and son who had been watching the show had for some time now been subtly jacking off inside their shorts, when they saw her big udders slapping the glass they couldn't take it any longer and they both jumped up alongside the glass, on the small ledge running around the edge of the pool area. Donna was now being slapped in the face by the two cocks, as she was being arse fucked by Bobby. They were pulling frantically on their cocks, and were pushing them in and out of her mouth, taking turns to fuck her mouth.

"And I'm out," groaned Bobby as he slammed into her all the way and unleashed the torrent of his sperm into her insides.

With a wet plop Bobby pulled his cock out of her and sat back on the edge of the pool, watching as the two guys were being worked over by Donna's mouth. The father began to shoot on her face and the son quickly followed suit, aroused by seeing his father shoot on this titty chick's face, he started blasting out jets of hot cum onto her face and into her mouth.

After a moment they were spent and Donna quickly cleaned off one and then the other, before they jumped back down and vanished into the crowd on the deck, who were no longer paying any attention to the Jacuzzi.

"Lilly, your husband and I are both sticky now, get over here and clean our cocks off," Bobby grinned, and turned to Derek. "I think it's only fair, don't you?"

Chapter 8

Bobby walked into the Captain's cocktail party, Katerina trailing behind him, making notes about women she passed as they walked along. Bobby wondered if he should keep her; bring her home with him to help him in his daily life.

Bobby saw the Captain and grabbed hold of him to introduce him to his parents, which should keep his mother happy for the rest of the trip. So far he had managed to avoid doing much with them, but he knew he needed to make an appearance now and again.

"Having fun Dad?" he asked as he walked over to his father, who was drinking one of the free cocktails with Bobby's mother.

"Yeah son, we're having a blast. I guess you've been pretty busy too, we haven't seen a lot of you?"

Bobby smiled and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek.

"I want you to meet the Captain," he grinned and directed the uniformed man towards his mother.

Quickly they struck up a conversation and he then arranged for his parents to go on a tour of the ship with some of the officers later in the night, right before the virgin's sacrifice.

Bobby swept his toga up as he moved around, it was long and elaborate, they had made a proper toga for him with a god clasp near the neck and finished off with a gold laurel wreath around his head, laughing at all the people around him looking uncomfortable in their makeshift sheets, wearing god knows what underneath.

He turned and scanned the room looking for the evening's entertainment, and then he spotted the three of them. Donna and her daughters were all sitting in a corner, almost as though they were trying not to be seen, or Donna was anyway. She was probably just embarrassed by the fact Bobby had told them they had to be authentic Romans, so none of them had anything on under their togas.

"Here you all are. Have you had any drinks yet?"

Bobby sat with them for the remainder of the party, he had given them some drinks, and he had also taken every opportunity to stoke the fires in their heads, encouraging the embarrassment, tweaking the fear and trepidation, and also increasing the pride and sense of achievement they had for Cindy, having been chosen as tonight's virgin, without ever allowing them to consider what that actually meant, just what sacrificing the virgin would actually entail.

Dinnertime had arrived and they all went to their tables, Bobby sitting with Donna and Karen, as Cindy sat in the middle of the long Captain's table across the front of the room, like the bridal party at a wedding reception.

The Captain and other officers were all sitting on either side of her, and they were nice to her but didn't really engage in conversation with her.

"Look at her up there Mummy, doesn't she look all grown up," teased Bobby as he fondled Donna's right tit through the toga. "Are you proud of your hot daughters?" he asked as he grabbed hold of Karen's right tit with his other hand and fondled it too.

"Yes, they're good girls."

"Thanks Mum," she smiled, and shuddered as Bobby stroked her nipple.

Both of them were shuddering slightly as Bobby continued quietly stroking their tits, and then he stopped. A moment later they felt his hand on their thighs, and slowly he slid his hands up the inside of their legs, coming to rest on their newly waxed pussies.

"You both feel nice and neat," he gave them both a gentle pat on their lips, and then began to finger them underneath their togas.

Bobby looked across the room and made eye contact with Cindy, he grinned at her, then she looked at her family and realised what was happening to them. He felt the mixture of fear and lust in her as she still was worried about what she was going to have to do to be the entertainment, he knew that she had no real idea of what was going to happen, she thought she might have to perform a show of some kind, sing or dance or something. She was going to be performing all right, just not in that way.

Bobby worked his fingers in and out of both women, working their pussies to orgasm, and controlling their responses with his mind. He continued to work on them, and then just as the waiter walked up to the table he pushed both of them over the edge into orgasm, so, as he stood there waiting to speak to them about dessert, they both were rocked by a violent orgasm.

Cindy was staring at them as she saw Bobby lift one hand, lick his fingers theatrically, and then repeat it with the other hand, giving her an evil grin, and then he turned to speak to the waiter.

Donna was embarrassed; she hung her head and couldn't look up at Tikrit their waiter.

"What would you like Mam?" asked Tikrit.

"N... nothing for me," she stuttered quietly.

Tikrit caught a glimpse down her toga and saw her naked tits underneath as he walked around the table, Bobby caught his eye and grinned at him, making a 'look over there' motion with his eyes at Karen too.

Tikrit took the hint and walked around near the blonde and was treated to a nice view of her tits too as he looked down her toga.

"What would you like Miss?"

"Nothing for me either," she smiled and looked up at Tikrit, not embarrassed by her orgasm as her mother was.

"Yes they've both been filled... oh sorry I meant they've both had their fill, for the time being," laughed Bobby. "I am going to have the dessert of the day, how can I resist the Bombe Alaska."

"Very good sir, the parade of the Bombes will happen shortly, and then we will start the festivities," and gave Bobby a strange smile which neither of the women noticed.

Bobby was enjoying the shame on Donna's face as he happily ate his dessert, while she looked down at the table. He was of course increasing her feelings of shame, and had even managed to get Karen ashamed enough that she kept glancing down or away whenever Tikrit walked past.

The PA system in the room popped and crackled to life.

"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen," came the cheery voice of the Captain.

"I hope you've enjoyed the cruise so far," and was met with polite applause from the full dining room of nearly 200 people.

"Tonight is a night for the passengers and crew to have a bit of fun together and I hope you enjoyed the Bombe Parade, weren't they magnificent desserts?" more applause came from the crowd.

"And for a new tradition tonight we're having our first ever virgin sacrifice, and I'd like to thank Mr Bobby James for the suggestion," Bobby stood and was met by applause from the crowd.

Bobby walked over to the Captain, and shook hands with him.

"Thank you Captain, and good evening everyone," smiled Bobby as he looked around the room.

"You all look good in your togas, just like proper Romans. And that leads us to tonight's fun, please bring forth our virgin!"

Cindy stood up and walked around to stand alongside Bobby in front of the table at the edge of the small open area between the big table and the dining room.

"This is Cindy, and she's a virgin, aren't you Cindy?"

Reluctantly Cindy nodded, happy she was the winner, but unsure why she should want to answer that private question in public like this.

"In this day and age that's a bit of a rare treat isn't it fellas?" Bobby laughed and was met with a chorus of male laughter, along with some feminine too.

"Surely credit must also go to her family, so come on up here you two. Give a hand to Donna and Karen McKlusky, Cindy's mother and sister. They have helped to protect her virtue, saved it for all of us here today."

Bobby smiled as the two of them gingerly made their way across the room, not happy about being up in front of the crowd like this.

"Donna you've done well, and you must be so proud that Cindy has won our competition and has been chosen as the virgin sacrifice for the evening?"

"Yes, I'm very proud of her, I'm proud of both of my daughters," she said with a smile as she gave Karen a squeeze on the shoulder too.

"Oh isn't that lovely, give them another hand, they deserve it."

Bobby waited for the applause to die down, and smiled back at the audience.

"And it's not every mother who would allow her daughter to have her cherry popped by a stranger in front of an audience of passengers on a cruise ship, now is it?"

The guys in the audience whooped and hollered and Bobby watched Donna, Cindy and Karen's faces as he allowed the reality of it to sink in.

"What are you talking about, we didn't agree to that?" hissed Donna, pulling the microphone down where it wouldn't pick up the conversation, not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone.

"What did you think would happen to a virgin sacrifice at a Roman toga party?" asked Bobby, pretending to be shocked. "Well it's too late now, everything's set so it's just got to be Cindy."

Bobby motioned to a couple of the waiters nearby, who were actually there to be stagehands, to prepare the show.

They knew what needed to be done and they grabbed hold of Cindy and moved her back towards the table.

"Mum! Karen! Help me!" she yelled in horror as they moved her up onto the table and held her there, sitting on the edge.

Donna and Karen went to move to her aid and found they couldn't move at all.

"I'm sorry I can't let you interfere, we can't disappoint our audience now can we?" smiled Bobby as he walked past them back towards Cindy.

"Down, crawl," Bobby said and the two of them suddenly dropped to their hands and knees and crawled across the floor behind him and stopped as he stood before Cindy, staring into her scared eyes.

"It's show time Cindy," he smiled and stroked her cheek before giving her a lingering kiss on the mouth.

"Please, no!" she yelled as he moved alongside her, grabbing her tits through the toga. He grabbed the clasp and with a yank it opened and the top of the toga dropped down leaving her naked breasts exposed.

The audience went wild, it was a pack mentality, which Bobby had engineered, and they were all happy to watch, to cheer on the show, maybe even to get involved. It was fine for all of them to behave this way, to egg them on, after all, none of them were in any danger.

Bobby tweaked Cindy's nipples and gave them a squeeze, before he grabbed a piece of ice from a drink on the table and slowly rubbed it back and forth over each of her nipples, causing them to quickly become erect.

"That's better," and Bobby quickly leant forwards to bite the left and then the right nipple, before sucking them into his mouth, moving back and forwards. The two waiters held her in place as she squirmed with discomfort, and they were enjoying the show, Bobby called over another two to join in and help. The new waiters moved around behind them to the other side of the table. They grabbed hold of her shoulders from behind and her wrists, holding them up against their chests, up behind her head.

"Now if anyone wants to get a better view, please come on over, stay behind Tikrit," Bobby pointed at the waiter who was standing behind Donna and Karen his hands one each on one of their shoulders.

"Ok Boys," Bobby nodded and the two waiters in front of the table grabbed her legs, she struggled with them as they lifted her legs up, bending at the knees, causing the toga to hang like a tent over her lower legs. Bobby grabbed it and threw it up over her knees into her lap to expose her naked legs and pussy.

More applause from the room as the men spread her legs apart to reveal her newly waxed, hairless, virgin pussy. Bobby reached up and using both hands, spread her lips apart to reveal her pink insides. He inserted his fingers just slightly inside her and pulled her fuck canal open a bit to reveal the little thin ring of flesh that was her hymen.

"And here in living colour is her cherry," Bobby announced.

"No!" screamed Donna from behind him, and he could hear her sobs of shame and frustration, she was unable to protect her daughter from this undignified fate, which she had unknowingly delivered her into.

"Leave her alone you sick little prick," yelled Karen. "If you want someone to fuck, then take me."

Bobby spun his head back to look at the angry young woman kneeling behind him.

"You a virgin? Huh? What's that? No? Well you can hardly be the virgin sacrifice now can you, so shut up you stupid cheerleader bitch. We'll get to you later, don't worry," and he gave her an evil wink that worried her somewhat.

"Karen, as usual you're not helping, you're just making him angry," said Donna.

"Yeah that's right, your other daughter's about to be violated but hey, there's always time to pick on Karen isn't there," Karen turned her anger towards her mother.

Donna looked at her and didn't know what to say.

"Will you two shut up, you're going to miss everything," yelled Bobby from his position between Cindy's thighs as he knelt down on eye level with her pussy, with a video camera.

"Hello everyone out on the decks, telecast on the big screens so no one misses a thing, we proudly present to you, the virgin sacrifice! DVD available later in the week at the photo lab."

Donna let out a choked sob as she realised her daughter's defilement was going to be recorded and broadcast too.

Bobby handed the camera to another waiter he called over and the guy started moving around, making sure he was getting good shots of Cindy, from every angle, her tits, her tear streaked face, her pussy, her arsecheeks and her terror stricken family on the floor behind her.

"Ok get her into position boys!"

The crowd hollered as the two guys behind her laid her down on her back, flat on the table and the two in front pulled her forwards so her arse was hanging over the edge of the table, then they held her legs up at the knees and spread them apart.

The camera guy jumped in and was filming happily as Bobby opened the special flap in his toga and slipped his cock out into the warm air.

Another cheer went up from the crowd as they saw the exposed cock about to burst the little cherry on the table.

"I could get to like that, it's very good for the ego," smiled Bobby, getting a cheer from the crowd each time he flashed his cock at them. Then he turned back towards Donna and Karen, Donna had mascara running down her face where she was crying, and Karen had the evidence of angry tears on her face too.

"Here's your chance to help your daughter," Bobby said as he grabbed hold of Donna's head. "Suck on this and get it ready," he grunted as he opened her mouth and shoved his cock into her warm, moist cavern.

She really wanted nothing more than to bite down but there was no way on earth he was ever going to let that happen.

"Get it nice and moist, big and hard. You don't want me to hurt myself trying to ram through her little cherry do you?"

Bobby smiled as Karen was silently fuming at him and Donna was angry and humiliated as she was forced to give the guy who was about to take her daughter's virginity a blow job so he would be hard enough to perform his evil deed.

"Thanks Donna, let Karen have a go too," Bobby grinned as he slipped his erect cock into Karen's mouth too, enjoying the look of anger in her eyes as she lovingly sucked his cock at the same time.

A moment later he was ready and he stepped back away from them.

He moved forwards, directing the guy with the microphone to go put it near Cindy's mouth.

He stood between Cindy's open thighs, and directed Donna to come in behind him to get the best view.

"Can you see properly Donna?"

"Yes damn you, please don't do it."

"Ready Cindy?" he asked, ignoring Donna.

"Oh God, please don't," she blubbered as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy lips.

Bobby reached down and grabbed hold of his cock; he slid it up and down the length of her lips, allowing the tiniest part of the tip to slip into the space between her lips.

Cindy jerked in response, but the waiters all held her tightly in place.

This got a rise out of the audience who though something had happened, but they quickly returned to their state of anticipation.

Bobby then slowly eased the tip inside her; slowly, ever so slowly, he slid in until he felt her hymen blocking his way.

He leaned forwards and grabbed hold of her tits, one in each hand.

"Do you feel that Cindy, I'm inside you."

"Yes, please take it out," she squealed.

"The tip of my cock is touching your little pink cherry, do you feel it my little virgin?"

"Yes I do, now please that's enough take it out and I won't say anything."

"Yes that's right, stop now before it goes any further and we won't pursue it," begged Donna from behind, thinking they may have some leverage here.

"You want me to stop?" Bobby looked at Donna incredulously.

Bobby wiggled his cock from side to side inside Cindy, enjoying torturing both her and her mother.

"I currently have my cock inside the incredibly tight and welcoming pussy of a virgin, a hot little defenceless virgin with big tits and a great arse. Now you want me to pull my cock out, say ok then and walk away?"

The audience booed in disapproval.

"Please," begged Donna.

"Let me go, please," whispered Cindy.

"What does it matter, just get it over and done with and then you don't have to worry about your virginity ever again," Bobby said, pretending to be trying to convince her.

"I want to keep it, I'm saving myself," she whispered.

"Oh that's too precious. You're saving yourself, for marriage?"

"Yes, for my husband."

"So you don't want me to do this?" he grunted and shoved forwards, forcing his cock unexpectedly through her hymen.

Cindy screamed like she'd been stabbed and a roar of triumph went up from the audience. In time with her defilement the head chef popped open the cork on his bottle of champagne and began to pour it out into the carefully prepared champagne fountain, the tower of champagne glasses being filled, a staple of every cruise ship, was now a side attraction to the virgin's abuse on the table next to it. 

Donna shrieked in horror and began sobbing uncontrollably.

Bobby turned and looked back at her as he began to slowly fuck his way in and out of her daughter.

"Donna, did you see that! It's not every mother that gets to share the special moment when her daughter truly becomes a woman."

"You prick," she spat at him.

Bobby laughed; he was enjoying playing with them like this. Bobby was moving in and out of Cindy quite forcefully, she was being forced back and forwards on the table as he fucked her.

Across the PA system came the strangled gurgles, sobs and moans of pleasure from the girl as Bobby flipped her sensations back and forwards between loving it and hating it.

"So tell me this, if you were saving it for your husband, and I just took it, does that make me your husband?" he asked, playing with her mind.

"Sounds like I'm your new son-in-law Donna. Are you watching this then, I'm consummating the marriage right here in front of you, are you enjoying it?"

"Fuck you," she gave him the death stare, and wanted nothing more than to tear his throat out right now.

"Hmm, you look like the type who'll want grandchildren," he said as he continued to pound away at the defenceless pussy. "I guess I'd better put a bun in her oven before I'm finished."

"Don't you come inside her, don't even think about it or you're dead," she gazed at him, meaning every word of it.

"Did you hear that Cin, sweetie. You Mum doesn't want me to come in you, you want to have children don't you?"

"No, don't come in me," she wailed.

Bobby grinned and threw his head back, and listened to the wails from the girl on his cock.

"Too late, sorry about that," he said laughing as he stood back and exposed the well-fucked pussy to her mother's eyes.

After a moment a slow trickle of white fluid started to seep out of the sticky lips, to drip down onto the floor, mixing with the little pool of virginal blood that had collected beneath her.

"You bastard," Donna sobbed as she collapsed forward on the ground, watching as his cum slowly dripped down before her.

Bobby walked to Karen and slipped his cock into her mouth.

"Time to clean me up cheerleader, like the taste of virgin blood?"

"Fuck you," she managed to say with her mouth full of his cock.

"Maybe later, I think you'll have some other customers first though," he said sweeping away from her as a couple more waiters came in and lifted her to her feet. Bobby grabbed hold of the toga clasp and pulled on in and a moment later it was lying in a pile around Karen's ankles. She stood naked for a moment, unsure of what to do, before they grabbed her and took her over to the table alongside her sister. The waiters lifted her up and handed her to the other waiters standing on the far side of the table, the held her down and a moment later she saw the head chef had made his way forwards and was pulling his cock out, and before she could react the waiters had spread her legs wide and the chef was sliding his erect cock into her cunt.

Bobby walked around to where Donna was lying on the floor, mentally broken and sobbing.

He reached down and took hold of her chin, he directed her to stand up and he turned her to face the audience. He grabbed her clasp, pulled it open and then she too was standing naked in front of the audience.

He stood behind her and reached around to lift and jiggle her breasts, to the cheers of the room.

"Time to entertain the guests dear," Bobby gave her a kiss on the cheek as more waiters made their way forwards, took hold of her and carried her to the table. They laid her down on the other side of her still motionless former virgin daughter, laying on the table in the remnants of her toga, and got her into the same position. A moment later Tikrit had forced his way to the front and was first in line to sample her wares.

"Hello Mam, what can I get for you this evening?" he grinned and slid his cock into her pussy. He fucked her for a few moments, enjoying it as he manhandled her large tits.

"Perhaps you would care for some dessert?" he slid his cock out of her pussy and then forced it into her arsehole.

She grunted in pain and Tikrit winced in pleasure as he felt the incredible pressure from her tight arse as he forced his way in and out of her.

Cindy was sitting motionless at the end of the table; her mouth open and her eyes glazed over with the come of many men. Bobby had moved her off the table, as he wanted his to be the only sperm in her belly tonight. She had been sitting there for the last hour, giving blowjobs and cleaning off the guys who had just finished using her mother and sister. She had even sucked a few pussies, which had been pressed into her face as well. It seemed that even the Lesbians enjoy a good virginal violation, to get the juices flowing.

Donna and Karen were still laying on the table, drenched in cum after the guys in the room had all come down and had their way with them, in some cases more than once. They had been gangbanged to oblivion by one guy after another. They had been fucked in the cunt, in the arse, they had been titty fucked, and had given more blowjobs than they could remember. They had swallowed load after load of cum, and had had loads of it dumped on their tits, faces, as well as in their wombs and arses.

Guys were still stumbling around, drinking the champagne from the nearby table as well as lining up for another round at the mother and daughter combo. Some women were still trying to convince their husbands, sons, boyfriends and fianc�es to leave the room but whilst ever there was still free drink and free pussy they would not be leaving. The majority of women had left, some had stayed to escort their loved one out once he was done, and others were simply enjoying the show still.

Bobby enjoyed looking at the scene before him, the complete degradation of the entire family. As he turned to leave he saw the Captain near the exit, looking a little unsure of what to do next. Bobby had made all the necessary changes so that everyone in the room thought it was all fine, merely a show, and the three women performers also knew that they had wanted to do this. There was no problem at all.

"Did you enjoy the show Captain?" smiled Bobby as he walked up to the officer.

"I didn't get to see as much as I would have liked. The Chief Petty Officer was over there, too busy fucking those bitches to take your parents on that tour, so I had to do it."

Bobby sized the fit and muscular six foot tall man up and down, he was a friendly man, obviously still dedicated to his duty after all these years of service. Bobby could see in his head that he was going to retire soon; this may be one of his last cruises.

"You're a good man Captain," Bobby reached out and shook his hand. "As a reward for looking after my family, go down and visit Cindy the former virgin. Tell her to get her butt up on the table so you can fuck her tight arsehole. She's still a virgin there, so you can pop her anal cherry," Bobby whispered conspiratorially to him, like he was sharing a huge secret.

Bobby smiled as the Captain didn't waste a moment and quickly headed down towards Cindy. Bobby watched as the Captain pulled her to her feet, turned her towards the table and bent her over it. The Captain spread her cheeks apart and Bobby saw him aim his cock at her little puckered hole and then thrust forwards. Cindy jerked and her head snapped back in pain, in a most satisfying way and he knew that the Captain would enjoy his gift.

He watched as the Captain fucked Bobby's new 'bride' for a few moments, watching as the pain broke through the haze in her head and she started to sob as he thrust in and out of her newly abused arse. Bobby could see the camera guy was getting a great shot of her face as the Captain reamed out her arsehole. He thought he might even go check out that DVD in a day or so.

"A fine evening's work," thought Bobby as he turned back around and left the dining room. Perhaps he would go and play with his little African pet, who would be waiting patiently in her collar, and nothing else, on his bed, arse up ready and waiting to take his cock like a good little bitch.

Yes, perhaps he would do that.

Copyright 2012 Victor Ramierez

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