This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.
© 2004 Warlord
I stood by the door. I took a moment to survey my suite.
Alana was still playing the piano. I did tell you about the grand piano in my living room? Alana was playing the Etta James classic, “A Change Is Gonna Do Me Good,” and singing. Alana had a lovely voice for the singing the blues. She looked up, and I pantomimed applause, pointing to her. Her smile got bigger.
Melissa joined me at the door with a plate of food and a large glass of juice. She placed them on the small table next to the door. She began feeding me bite size pieces of food. Each bite was followed by a kiss. She had a question. “Ted, Akira and I are dressed in these porno schoolgirl outfits. This seems a deep-seated kink for you. Is there anything I should know about you?” Then she giggled happily.
Before I answered I was fondling her breasts through the transparent blouse. I flipped up her skirt. She skipped the panties
“No, Melissa. I’m just having fun. Next, we will see how several of you look as porno French Maids.”
She smirked. She served my juice. That was followed by another kiss. She said, “Ted, you try to be this dominant male only thinking about sex but you really are a cupcake.”
“What brings this on?”
“Terri is walking on a cloud. It all has to do with you.”
“Me?”
“Terri has body issues. She was seriously thinking about a tit job before the cruise. Suddenly she is thrilled to walk around in a skimpy chemise showing off her small breasts.”
“And this has to do with me because?”
“ Nikki told all of us that you picked out Terri’s outfit. You complimented her. You made her feel good about herself.”
“Guilty, I guess. She has a great body. When she lays on me during a massage with that hard body I am turned on in a major way. I just told the truth.”
“That’s why we all love you.”
With that said, Melissa followed up with several tonsil-cleaning kisses. She reached into my boxers lightly stroking me while we waited.
I was close enough to the suite’s open door that I heard the elevator doors open. Melissa reluctantly pulled her hand out of my boxers and stuck her fingers in her mouth. This was not a sight to reduce my level of arousal.
I turned to the door just as Cynthia, my favorite chauffeur, entered. She immediately threw her arms around me and kissed me. She was wearing her very enticing chauffeur uniform
“Cynthia, my love. Welcome to my party.”
I leaned forward and kissed her in the valley between her breasts. Then I dragged my tongue up until I reached her chin. I pursed my lips and pressed them on hers. I refused to open my mouth despite her tongue’s insistence. She pulled back and looked at me with a smirking expression. “Stop teasing. I can’t take much more of this. Feel.”
She placed my hand under her short leather skirt and between her legs. I found out two things quickly. Cynthia was not wearing underwear. Cynthia was wet and aroused. I pulled my hand back. I raised my fingers to my mouth and licked them one by one.
Cynthia shuddered. I kissed her with my hand cupping her left breast. I said, “Go get a drink. I think you earn your collar tonight.”
Cynthia noticed Melissa in her school slut outfit. Cynthia looked at me with questions in her eyes.
“Melissa, please take Cynthia to the bar and get her a drink. I’m sure she has questions.”
“Yes, Master.”
Next through the door was my favorite concierge, Donna. I kissed her. Then I stepped back to admire her clothing choice. Donna was wearing a black pinstripe jacket with plunge neckline trimmed by a satin shawl collar. She had white thigh-high stockings, with a showy red garter just below the end of the jacket, and five-inch heel cutout pumps in black patent leather and red suede.
“Donna, my love. I’m pretty sure that you’re supposed to have a skirt with that jacket.”
She flipped up the jacket that barely covered her hips to reveal her lack of underwear. Donna suddenly looked concerned and said, “Ted, I am to arrange a meeting with the Captain. Tomorrow. You and several members of the crew. His private dining room. Above the Bridge. He just gave me the list. He told me the crew he wanted would be here.”
“Yes, Donna. Captain Dale mentioned a meeting just before he left the party.”
“Did he say why, Ted?”
“No.”
I reached out. I grasped Donna by her shoulders. I pulled her into a soft kiss. She held me tightly. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Quit worrying. You will spend the night here in my suite. We will all go to the meeting together. Maybe you even earn your collar.”
“Collar?”
I changed the subject. She snickered in recognition. “Where are the other passengers?”
“They are touring their suites on this deck with their room stewards. They will be here shortly.”
“Just the three, then?”
“AH-UM. You’ll find out shortly.”
“Sounds mysterious.”
Donna did not answer. Instead she looked around the living room. She started in surprise. “Is that Bridget? Our Bridget? Officer Bridget Johansen? OH MY GOD!”
“Yes.”
“Not yes. Ted. You HAVE to explain. What’s going on?”
“Nope. Donna, you should get a drink. Mingle. Look around. Then ask Bridget. She will be happy to explain.”
“Do you need me to introduce the passengers?”
“No, Donna. Go mingle. Announce the meeting with the Captain to the attending crew. Above all plan on spending the night.”
She leaned in for another kiss. I reached under her jacket and cupped the left cheek of her ass. I squeezed it softly. I turned her toward the bar. I contemplated her tight ass barely covered by the pinstripes. I couldn’t resist. I delivered one spank on Donna’s delectable butt.
Donna looked over her shoulder ruefully as she danced out of reach rubbing her ass.
“Naughty Ted. No fair spanking, when I haven’t even had a chance to be bad.”
“Later, Donna. You will have ample opportunity to be bad, and to be punished appropriately.”
With a saucy smile Donna flounced toward the bar. I stood quietly and enjoyed the receding view.
I looked around until I spotted Amanda, my steward. I gestured. She was quickly at my side.
“Amanda, I will need additional supplies of some of my bondage items.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I need more collars. Cute ones and strong leather ones”
‘Yes, Master. Immediately. Would you like more leashes, cuffs and chain sets?”
“Yes. Double dildos and the harness sets as well.”
Yes, Master. At once. I will also order more lubricant. I will check your toy boxes and I will order extras of everything.”
“One additional item, Amanda. I need your best judgment. I would like a supply of a small piece of jewelry to hang from the collar. You select it.”
“Oh, yes, sir. I know exactly what you want. A piece of jewelry to show our acceptance of your ownership and mastery.”
“Yes. I guess that’s what I need.”
Ted, I will find the perfect thing. Thank you for your confidence. Thank you for trusting my judgment.”
I kissed Amanda. I told her she should earn her collar tonight. She quivered all over as she went to handle my assigned task.
I turned to confont my favorite medical tag team, Dr. Helen Harvey and Grace Turner, RN.
Dr. Harvey was dressed up. She had a “Dr. Ben Casey” doctor shirt. The white shirt with the buttons on one side and across the shoulder. She left most of the shirt buttons undone. She had a white micro mini skirt, white seamed thigh highs and white stiletto pumps.
I greeted her with a kiss. “Helen, you look altogether fetching. Welcome to my party.”
“Hello, Ted. Did you miss us?”
“Yes. I have been disconsolate. I am only just now able to smile.”
Helen adjusted her wire rims as she smirked at me. She turned to Grace. “Grace, he is such a bullshit artist.”
Helen held my left arm as I greeted Grace. Grace was back in her fetish nurse apparel. Nurse Turner was dressed in a very short “micro-mini length one-piece white nurses uniform dress that had a zip front. The gold zipper went from neckline to hemline and had a three-inch diameter gold ring in the tab. The zipper was down to her naval.
Grace wore white stay-up nylons with a subtle diamond pattern, and white high heel pumps. To complete the picture, she had a starched winged “nurse hat” with a red cross on the crown.
Grace stepped into my right arm. We kissed hotly. Then she leaned over and kissed Helen. Helen by this time had her hand deep in the front of my boxers. As the girl-girl kiss ended, Helen smirked. “You liked that.” It wasn’t a question. She squeezed my cock for emphasis.
I dropped my hand down Helen’s back below the hem of her dress. I lightly touched the back of her thigh. I trailed my fingers up until I reached her ass cheek. I squeezed lightly. I cupped her ass and just the tips of my fingers fell into Helen’s ass crack. I made one pass up and down. Helen started as soon as my fingers contacted her rosebud.
I said, “And you liked that.”
Grace giggled. “You shouldn’t tease her.”
I released Helen’s ass. I brought my arm sandwiched between Helen and me. I reached for Grace. I placed my palm flat on her tight six-pack abs. I slid my hand up her body maintaining a soft contact with Grace’s skin. When I reached her breasts, I cupped the left one. Then slipped up it until I squeezed the left nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Grace’s eyes were closed and her mouth was open slightly. Her tongue licked her lips in rhythm to my pinching of her nipple. I released her tit. I lightly touched her chin and turned her into my kiss. I kissed her open mouth and pushed my tongue past her teeth.
Grace’s eyes opened lazily. Her hand went behind my head. She pulled me into her kiss. Helen’s “fake” coughing finally broke our kiss.
“First thing. I have an augmented dosage of your erection medication. Here.”
She handed me a half dozen pills in a small baggie. They were each far larger than any of my previous dosages. I slammed them down with the last of my orange juice.
I thanked her and said, “You both stay here tonight and earn your collars.”
Helen said, “Collar?”
“I’ll explain later. Go. Get a drink. Eat. Mingle. You ARE staying.”
I kissed them both and started them toward the bar. I managed to swat both of them before they escaped. They were giggling as they held their hands over their butts until they were well out of reach.
I was quite enjoying my stint at the door. Bridget joined me. She minced up to me with the minute steps allowed by her short-chained ankles. Bridget had a drink and a coffee for me. She carried them on a tiny silver tray held in her closely cuffed hands.
She carefully set the tray on the small table. Then she threw her tethered wrists over my head and plastered her body to me.
“I am so hot. You made me so fucking hot. I never felt like this. I can’t fucking believe how much I love being tied. I love it all. Dominate me. I’ll kneel down. Right now. Throat fuck me. Make me gag on your cock. FUCK ME.”
Her leather cuffs were rubbing the back of my neck as she ground her pubic mound against me. I held the back of her head with my left hand as I kissed her. I dropped my right hand and cupped her sex. She was wet with her juices literally running down her thighs past her knees.
I brought my wet hand to her ample chest. I wiped it between her tits. Then I scooped more fluid that I spread on each of her tits. I continued with my transfer until her chest was glazed and crusted with the liquid remnants of her arousal.
I reached down again. I rubbed her clit with my Bridget-juiced fingers. I put my index finger in her cunt with the pad of fingertips upward. I slowly stroked in and out, rubbing the upper side of her cuntal wall. I found the small spot I was looking for. I was able to keep my fingertip on that spot while my thumb just reached her clit. I lightly positioned my fingers then I squeezed my thumb and forefinger together. I began to rub in circles with the increased pressure. I continued to squeeze and rub.
Bridget buried her face in my chest. She moaned, and pushed against my fingers. Bridget tensed, and then she moaned in release. She sagged, with her muscles limp. Her hooked cuffs around my neck were all that supported Bridget. I held her with soft kissing until she regained consciousness.
I continued to kiss her until she calmed. I took my drinks off her tray. I told her I wanted her to use the tiny silver tray to serve drinks to each of the passengers when they arrived. That brought another gush of “Bridget Juice.”
I ducked out of her cuffed embrace. I steadied her on her feet. I handed her the silver tray and pointed her toward the bar. She looked over her shoulder with a smoky glance. When she faced front I swatted her on her bare butt. She jumped as far as her closely chained ankles would allow. She giggled as she held the silver tray over her ass as a shield. I had to laugh at her quick thinking. Bridget minced toward the bar. I turned back to the door sucking her juices from my fingers. My high level of hardened arousal was unmistakable in my chiffon silk transparent boxers.
Two more figures stepped in my door as I again took up my host duties. First was a very pretty and shapely college age girl in a Sunrise logo crop top and white short shorts. She stuck out her hand.
“I’m Carol. I’m room steward for Suite C across the hall. You must be Ted?”
I ignored Carol’s hand as I swept her into a hug and a kiss on her pouty red lips. Carol quickly opened her mouth and sent her tongue into my mouth to play. I dropped my hands to the back of her shorts, and discovered the bottom cheeks of her tight little ass peeking out of her shorts. I pinched one. She yelped and pulled back. Carol looked receptive to continuing our play, since she did not step back out of my arms. She gazed at me licking her lips.
Carol suddenly remembered her duties. “This is Nancy Jansen from Madison County, Iowa. She is my sole charge in Suite C. Nancy is an author.”
Nancy was dressed as if she had been briefed on my preferences. She wore a little black dress with a thigh high hemline. Her shoulders were bare and her cleavage was shoulder width, falling in a smooth vee to beyond her navel, ending just at her pubic bone. The insides of her nicely sized breasts were visible almost to her nipples. She had nude stay-up stockings with black seams, and black sling back pumps with five-inch stiletto heels.
“Hi Ted. I’m Nancy, your new neighbor.” Nancy did not bother to try and shake. She held up her hands in anticipation of being held.
I did not disappoint her. I stepped up and pulled her into my arms. Her hands went behind my head. I leaned down and into her kiss. Nancy was an excellent kisser. As Nancy’s mouth opened my hands dropped to the upper curve of her ass. I used that pleasant “handle” and pulled Nancy’s pussy into my engorged cock.
Nancy moaned into my mouth when she felt my cock. She did not pull back. Nancy increased the pressure and ground her cunt into my cock. I took my right hand off her ass, and moved it between us. I touched my fingers to the skin at the bottom of her vee cleavage. I stroked upwards until I reached her breasts. I moved my fingers sideways pushing her dress material away from her left nipple. I touched my fingers to her breast.
Nancy moaned loudly. She broke our kiss. “You have to stop that, Ted.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure. Mostly because I’m just about out of control.”
Nancy suddenly looked surprised. “I just noticed how you were dressed Ted. I guess you’re OK with my total lack of control.”
“Yes, Nancy. How about I keep control for both of us?”
I told Nancy I had visited her hometown of Madison.
“For the bridges?”
“No, in reality I was on my way to the Lakeside Gambling Casino River Boat south of there and I took a wrong exit. I did drive around and visit some bridges as long as I was there.”
Nancy started laughing. She continued to hold me as she giggled. “Most guys would have this sensitive male bullshit rap about the bridges. You fucking took a wrong turn and saw exactly as many bridges as it took to get turned around and headed back toward the casino. I think I love you, Ted.”
“Love me?”
“For being honest and treating me like an adult.”
“For turning you on?”
“That, too.”
“Nancy, What do you do in Madison? This deck is an expensive part of the ship.”
“I write romance novels. I have thirty-six novels published under 7 pseudonyms. I write about love, sex, and romantic relationships. This is my first ever trip away from Madison County. I am twenty-five years old, I have unlimited money and you, Ted, are the first mature man to kiss me.”
“I thoroughly enjoyed it. Nancy, you are a very good kisser.”
My left hand was still resting on the upper curve of Nancy’s ass. She reached back and touched it as if verifying that it was still there. She did not remove it. She leaned close and said, in a conspiratorial whisper, “Ted, the girls tell me that you are the best lover. You are inventive, unselfish, and a bunch of other unbelievable stuff. Is any of this true?”
I gently pushed the fabric of her little black dress away from both her breasts. I began to lightly stroke her exposed nipples with my right hand.
“Nancy. I am just lucky that some women seem to like the stuff I like.”
Nancy finally reached up and captured my right hand in hers. “I think they’re right. Now what? I don’t want to go back to my big empty suite.”
“Hang out here. Both of you. It’s a party. Come in. Eat. Mingle. Have a drink. Have fun.”
I finally removed my hands from the delectable romance novelist Nancy. She began tucking and adjusting her little black dress into a semblance of respectable.
I would “help” by reaching in and copping a feel at an inopportune time. She unsuccessfully tried to look exasperated. She was finally done. I kissed her. I kissed Carol. I pointed them toward the bar. I gave each of their tight little butts a single swat. Nancy laughed; She raised her dresses hem so that I could see the pinkish effect of my smack. Her thong did little to hide my handprint.
Carol rubbed her butt as she looked over her shoulder at me. She started to lower her shorts for my viewing pleasure; then, as if she suddenly realized where she was, she straightened and headed for the bar.
I wondered what Nancy would think about my other guests.
I picked up my coffee. I had taken a sip when the next guest appeared. “Trick or treat.”
A very cute young lady in a strategically torn Sunrise tee shirt and short shorts stuck her head around my door.
“Hi, I’m Anne Marie. You must be Ted. I’m steward for suite D.”
I reached out. Anne Marie quickly stepped into the circle of my arms. She put her arms around my neck. I held her waist as I pulled her into a kiss. Her tits hit my chest long before the rest of her made contact. Her long nipples seemed to drill into my chest. Her breasts were large and unsupported but had little sag. She was kissing with her mouth open almost immediately. I dropped my hands to her butt just as quickly.
I pulled her into my cock. Anne Marie moaned into my mouth. She put some of her own hip action into making contact with my cock. Anne Marie giggled as she pulled back a little breathlessly. She continued to hold on to my neck and said, “I need to introduce my guest and charge in suite D. Ted this is Adrian McCrandle. Professor Adrian McCrandle.”
Professor Adrian McCrandle was a classic California surfer girl grown up. Like Rachel Hunter and Christie Brinkley, age was no barrier to her beauty. Her toned body wore her age lightly even down to her long, lean legs. She still had those surfer girl tits that drove them crazy when she wore her bikini. They still looked great on her.
She was wearing a dark blue-skirted suit with a white shirt and red tie. Dark blue nylons and dark blue medium heels completed the very professional and even somewhat sexy look. She had stepped right out of the Robert Palmer “Addicted To Love” video.
Anne Marie released me. I stepped up to Professor McCrandle. It was touch and go for a minute: Shake, slap, or kiss. Adrian made her decision and smiled a very pretty smile that lighted up her whole countenance. I put up my hands. Adrian stepped into the circle of my arms. We kissed and hugged.
I dropped my hands from Adrian’s waist to her ass. I gave it an experimental grope. Her hands went up around my neck as she pulled me into a kiss that suddenly involved her tongue searching for mine.
I pulled her into my cock. She moaned into my mouth. Then she stopped and leaned back to look at me through the blonde locks falling into her eyes. I reached up and flipped the blonde tresses back out of her eyes. She shook her head. “Ted. Stop that.”
“What?”
I still had one hand on her butt and the other was playing in her lovely blonde hair. I think I just discovered that I have an unrealized hair fetish.
Professor McCrandle tried out her “terrify the freshman” tone of voice. “Ted.”
I held the back of Adrian McCrandle’s head, as I leaned into a kiss. I pulled her butt into me again with my other hand. Adrian’s mouth opened, and I sent my tongue in to play with hers. Her hips began to grind against mine with little pressure from me. I released Adrian’s head and she continued to kiss me.
Adrian stopped kissing me. She leaned back. I continued to push her long blonde locks away from her pretty very green eyes.
Adrian looked exasperated. “Ted, you don’t take instruction well, do you?”
I still had my fingers busy in her hair.
“Not really. How about you, Professor Adrian McCrandle? Do you take direction well?”
“No. Sometimes. Yes. Stop that.”
She reached up to hold my hand. I held my hand still and just went with the erotic sensation of her long blonde hair cascading through my fingers.
I looked her in the eye and said, “Later, Adrian, when it is quiet, I am going to take you into my large deluxe shower. I am going to wash your long blonde tresses with a deep scalp massage. I am going to dry your hair by hand with many rubbings of a big fluffy towel. Afterwards I will take your favorite brush and brush your hair until it shines with its natural internal light. Then I am going to wrap your shiny perfect blonde hair around my cock and stroke my cock with it until I spend my cum into your hair.”
Adrian laughed with her hand over her mouth. “I should be appalled but I’m not. I’m fucking turned on, is what I am. Ted, can we just do the hair thing until you finish brushing it without the messy shooting cum into it part? Better yet, shoot your cum in my hair first then we wash it in the shower.”
“Better yet. Adrian?”
“Yes. I would let you do me in the hair right now if it meant you would for sure wash me like you described. It might even be worth it to let you after.”
I leaned into another kiss. With great willpower I released Adrian’s hair and put my hand on her ass. She grinned when she felt both my hands on her butt.
“Adrian and Anne Marie, this is a party. Both of you. Have a drink. Mingle. Eat. Have fun.”
I kissed Adrian. I kissed Anne Marie. I pointed them toward the bar. Anne Marie went first and I swatted her just below her shorts. She jumped and yelped. She was over acting. Adrian paused and turned slightly presenting her ass to me. I reached over and began to raise her skirt. She reached down and held it up above her waist. Then she leaned forward slightly. Her bright red micro mini string thong did not cover anything but it provided more than ample distraction. I quickly spanked Adrian once on each cheek. I leaned forward and kissed each cheek where I struck it. Then I stood back and swatted her once each again. She stood frozen and made no move of any kind. I pulled her skirt and she immediately straightened up adjusting her clothing. She kissed me hotly and headed to the bar to join Anne Marie.
As I contemplated my blonde business suited professor with her red micro thong I downed my Stoli in one gulp.
With no more surprises, I had one more guest to meet. I had almost finished my coffee when I heard several voices outside my suite. A shapely blonde in a white tube top and tiny daisy dukes walked in and introduced herself:
“Hi Ted. I’m Vickie; I’m room steward for Suite B. Right next door.”
I swept her into my arms and kissed her. The daisy dukes were so small and tight that my hands seemed to find just skin when I reached for her ass. She settled into me with a contented sigh when I fondled her ass cheeks. I pulled her into my cock and her mouth opened. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and we wrestled for a bit. I slipped my hand up her belly and my fingers slid under the tube top that was little more than a band over her nipples where it was so tight between her tits that it left a gap.
She giggled and pulled back when she realized where I was fondling. She continued to hang on my neck, so I assumed she was not angry. She kissed me and whispered: “Later, Ted.”
She turned me loose and gestured to the door.
“I want to introduce my charges in Suite B; the Arkwright family, of Hyacinth Kentucky.”
I thought Vickie was overplaying the introduction until I looked up and saw the crowd at my door.
Vickie started in. “Let me introduce the father and patriarch: James Robert Arkwright.”
James a tall, blonde good-looking man in first-rate physical condition of (I later found out) 36 years came in. He shook my hand with a firm but not challenging grip. He was dressed in red silk boxers and a short white silk robe.
“Hello, Ted. Thank you for your kind invitation. We all were hoping to meet you and this just makes it easy.”
“All hoping to meet me?”
“The whole Arkwright family is anxious to meet you Ted.”
“Let me introduce my wives first. Ted I’d like you to meet my Ardelia who is 33 and her younger sister Betsy Rae who is 25.”
I was pretty sure it was a slip of the tongue until I saw the ladies. Two voluptuous blondes with long legs. They could almost be twins. They were dressed in short red loosely tied kimonos. The kimonos were so short that they barely covered their butts. The kimonos were all they had on.
I was reluctant to act out in front of the husband and “patriarch”. Ardelia quickly salved any qualms I had. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hotly, grinding into my cock. I quickly reached for Ardelia. My hands seemed to naturally fall to the curve of her ass. I forgot about James as I pulled the hem of Ardelia’s kimono up slightly and grabbed two handfuls of Ardelia’s exquisite ass.
Our tongues were dueling as we continued to grind our hips. Ardelia’s kimono had risen in front, and her naked cunt was in contact with my silk chiffon boxers. I could feel her juices as her arousal built. She finally pulled back, with her face and chest flushed. She looked at me. “We’ll finish later. Maybe Betsy will join us.”
I quickly looked at her husband to gauge his reaction. He seemed vaguely interested in his wife scheduling sex with another man. I was confused. It got worse, of course.
Betsy Rae stepped up. Betsy Rae seemed challenged by Ardelia’s actions. I was not sure I would survive the competition. Betsy Rae threw one arm around my neck and backed me into the wall. Her other hand quickly found its way into my boxers. Her kimono opened completely. I had one hand on her ass and the other I was fondling one of Betsy Rae’s outsized tits. We continued to kiss and she was sucking on my tongue like a miniature dick.
Finally James intervened.
“Betsy Rae. That’s enough for now. You and Ardelia can finish with him later. We need introductions completed.”
Betsy Rae came up for air and released my now totally hardened cock. She was flushed and breathing heavily. There could be no doubt what we were up to. James responded by kissing her on the cheek and straightening her kimono.
“Ted, I want you to meet my children who will be accompanying us on this voyage. This is Mavis who is nineteen.”
Mavis bounced into the room. A beautiful blonde hard body who inherited mom’s “larger than life size” boobs. Mavis looked like the captain of the cheerleaders!
Mavis was dressed to distract in a red Chantilly Lace camisole, and a red see-through mesh side-tie G-String. She had red thigh-highs, with red six inch heel pumps. Her red finger and toe nail polish, accented by her bright red lip-gloss, completed the totally fuckable Mavis “package.”
Mavis jumped into my arms with one hand around my neck and the other deep in the front of my boxers. She was kissing me with her wet mouth wide open. Her soft fingers were wrapped around my cock.
Mavis’s lips released my mouth. She turned to James.
“Dad-Dee. Ted is so hard. Let me take care of him and then you can continue the silly old introductions.”
“Mavis. You behave. I want to conclude these introductions now. Ted, if any of my children disobey -- you have my permission to discipline them.”
“Discipline?”
“Yes. I leave it entirely to your judgment, Ted.”
Mavis shivered at the word “discipline.” She licked and sucked my neck aggressively.
I held Mavis with my hand on her tight teen-age ass cheek. Mavis had her head on my shoulder, while she continued fondling my cock. I looked at James, continuing to try and get a reading. He still seemed unconcerned with his daughter’s firm hold on my penis. He seemed concerned only to the extent that it might be bothering me! He said, “Mavis. I want you to sit down in that chair. Right now.”
“But Dad-Dee…!”
“Don’t ‘daddy’ me, young lady.”
Mavis sat in a chair that she pulled up next to me. She was now sitting with her hand companionably on my ass. She would move periodically and place her cheek against my hip. I petted her blonde hair to let her know I remembered she was there. My hard dick let me know that I had not forgotten.
James continued the introductions. I was becoming more and more sure I might not survive it!
“Ted. I want you to meet my son, Kenny. Kenny is 18 and this cruise is something in the nature of a birthday present for my son.”
Kenny walked in calmly. He gave me another firm-without-being-a-show-off handshake. Kenny was a tall, well set up young man, with his dad’s blonde hair and a gymnast’s build. He was wearing a very short white mesh silk robe with a backless string thong with a red, white and blue flag motif. I thought to myself that the girls on this cruise were going to eat young Kenny alive!
He laughed when he saw my look at his almost underwear and said, “My sisters picked it out. I can’t say no to a pretty girl.”
I said, “I understand completely. My steward dressed me.”
All three men laughed at being so at the mercy of our respective women.
Kenny asked, “Ted, I understand you are a computer expert.”
“Well, Ken. I am more than 25 miles from home so I guess I qualify. What do you need?”
“Well James bought all of us laptops. We need to hook them up to the Sunrise network. Everyone says that you are the man to do it.”
I answered, “I love when the expectations are nearly impossible to meet. Sure, I will be happy to take a look.”
James perked up and said, “I need to be online. Can you do that as well?”
“I haven’t looked at the Sunrise system, but I don’t see why not.”
Kenny said, “Dad needs to be online fairly quickly.”
James answered, “Not really, I’m just a farmer.”
Kenny demurred. “Don’t let him give you his ‘awshucks’ routine. James is a highly successful commodity trader.”
I asked, “Do you have an urgent need to be hooked up?”
James asked, “Why?”
I answered, “We’ll walk over right now and I will get at least one of your machine online so that your are ready when trading opens.”
James and Kenny just looked at me with their mouths open. James asked, “You would leave your party just for that?”
“Yes if you need to be up and running -- say the word.”
James said, “Thank you very much. I will talk to you about this computer stuff tomorrow. You have no idea how much I appreciate what you just tried to do.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Ted, I want to introduce my daughter Catherine Jean. I know that she is extremely anxious to meet you.”
Catherine Jean walked in. She blonde and lovely, a taller and slimmer version of her mom, with those same major-league breasts. Catherine Jean was apparently a fan of bondage or dressed like she was.
She had a leather bra. Well, the straps were leather. The bra itself consisted of a leather collar with straps down to the leather skeleton straps surrounding the bra with four short pieces of chain strung horizontally across the space where the bra cups normally are cupping the breast. Her nipples rubbed against the horizontal chains as she moved.
The collar had five pieces of the same chain hanging vertically between the breasts. The heavy collar holding the bra straps had a sturdy buckle, with a large D-ring for a leash. Her only other piece of “clothing” was a leather and chain split front G-string. The chain fell vertically from her waist through her crotch and called your attention to her crotchless condition.
Catherine Jean slowly moved into my arms as if unsure of her reception. I kissed her hotly on her open mouth. I let my tongue play with hers. I whispered in her ear:
“Would you like me to tie you up? Shall I handcuff you and make you resist?”
Catherine Jean shuddered while she stared into my eyes unable to look away.
I turned to James and asked, “Catherine Jean has a special request. Is that OK?”
James smirked and nodded.
I gestured for Amanda. Amanda quickly joined us.
“Amanda I need the same items which I used for Bridget’s new look. Can you bring them here?”
“Certainly, Master. Right away.”
When Amanda said the word “Master” there was an interesting range of reactions. James smirked. Kenny looked startled. Catherine Jean shuddered as she shoved her mouth into my neck and ground her cunt against me cock.
Amanda returned. I had Catherine Jean stand up straight. First I showed her the cuffs and chains. She shuddered, her face and chest flushed and her nipples hardened while I added her new accessories.
I put on her leather ankle cuffs then her leather wrist cuffs. By this time her mouth was open and her eyes were glassy. I added the short chain between her ankles. I slowly and gently positioned her wrists behind her back until they met. I made clumsy and very obvious work of clipping her cuffs together. I pulled them to demonstrate that they were joined.
Catherine Jean stood surveying the added items as she had a noisy, wet, and very obvious orgasm without anyone touching her, as she flexed her wrists against the cuffs and her ankles against the chain. I pushed Catherine Jean to her knees next to me. She was totally unresisting as she settled to her knees on my side opposite her sister Mavis.
I looked at James to see if I had finally gone over whatever line he had for sexual behavior with his wives and daughters. No discernable reaction. He nodded and smiled. Then he said, “I would like you to meet my youngest daughter Sally Ann. She is 16, but don’t let that put you off; she is very adult in many ways.”
With that rather odd statement humming in my ears, I turned to meet Sally Ann. The first words I though of as she stepped into the rooms were Lolita, and, of course, jailbait.
Sally Ann was a shapely girl, with long long legs that she emphasized by wearing Marabou Feather slippers with a six-inch spike heel with a two-inch platform sole. Her neon pink micro mini thong was carefully tucked between the lips of her pussy, with the neon pink string emphasizing the attributes of her tight teen ass. As if she was not distracting enough already. She wore a black sheer stretch spiderweb lace long robe, with long flared cuff sleeves and a tie front. The robe was sheer and nearly transparent, making her seem more naked than if she was naked!
Sally Ann stepped into my arms, as if she belonged there and was claiming her place from pretenders. She kissed me in a way that made me forget where I was for a breathless minute. She leaned against me grinding her pussy against my cock. Sally Ann licked my ear then she whispered with a sexy breathless quality, “Would you like to fuck me in my teeny ass? I’ll let you fuck my ass, Ted. You can pull out of my ass to come in my sucking mouth.”
I was hard before but after that I was pretty much on the verge of coming immediately. Sally Ann had a life-long career ahead of her if she decided to pursue phone sex!
Sally Ann did not relinquish her hold on me even when her father began talking again. She was attached to my neck like a limpet and her hand was tight around my cock. She had my boxers down around my ankles as one of her long legs wrapped around my ass.
James said, “Ted. You have really put my mind at ease. I was frankly worried. I knew that Ken and I would have fun on this cruise. I did not want to be selfish. I wanted my girls to have an exciting time. Now I know they can have fun with you. Thank you, Ted, for making this a great vacation for all of us.”
I was a little distracted, with Sally Ann licking my ear and threatening to suck my dick, and of course by the feel of her ass cheeks in my palms, but it sounded like he was thanking me for planning to boff his wife and daughters. I did not know how to ask a follow-up question.
James continued. “Ted. You have shown that you want to be a good friend. I want you to be our friend. I have to confide in you. We have some of what you might describe as lifestyle issues. I hope after my revelations to you that we can continue to be friends in every possible way. People have suggested that I can confide in you with assurance that you will understand.”