An Erotic Cruise

by K C Douglas

  The couple jumped out of bed and showered together to save time. They barely had time to get dressed and presentable and were all out of breath when the doorbell sounded. Oscar opened the door and welcomed the young couples with the wave of his hand, feeling more than a little intimidated.

  Irene looked straight at the overpowering young woman and their eyes met. No one noticed, but in a scant two or three seconds, the mature woman blinked a few times and lowered her eyes in an almost defeated fashion. Irene stood motionless when the young woman stepped up to her and then all three women walked over to the small eating area to socialize.

  Oscar watched the intimidation yet he had no idea his devoted wife had surrendered her soul. He noticed the young woman take his wife’s hand and literally escort her across the room. There was no time to dwell on the graphic scene, as Mason and Ryan invited him to the sofa for a drink.

  As with any partying, it didn’t take long for the alcohol to put everyone into the festive mood. The men chatted and they never even detected the radical change on the far side of the room. Suddenly they noticed the gorgeous woman dressed in her alluring leather outfit and this time Emma wore a black cat-mask.

  Oscar and even the other two husbands merely stared. The cat-woman used her whip to get the two women to stand up. Emma promptly forced them to strip and then she made them don pretty white, cat-masks, which had hair and whiskers to make them appear real. In seconds, Mia and Irene were naked and shivering like crazy in front of the dominating Mistress.

  They couldn’t hear the exact orders, but in the blink of an eye the kitty-cat slaves were down on the floor on their hands and knees. Mia was first and she crawled across the floor and then Irene followed. When Mia reached the sofa, she purred and made some frantic licking motions towards a quivering Oscar.

  Suddenly the whip lashed out and both women knew who was in-charge. No commands had to be said, as the slaves knew what Mistress Emmeline wanted. Oscar and Mason were sitting on the sofa and Emma quickly flopped down between the men.

  “Gentlemen! You are in for the most entertaining night of your life. My two little, kitty-cats are going to serve you and make your fantasies come true,” she said and pointed her whip at Mia. “Slut-Mia, crawl around the room and show the men your sexy body.”

  Then Emma moved the whip and pointed it directly at the timorous woman. “Slut-Irene, crawl after Mia and once you get over to the chairs, you can lick her ass. Be a good kitty and lick Mia’s luscious ass!”

  The men couldn’t believe their luck. Mia slowly crawled across the room on her hands and knees and Irene was quick to follow. Once Mia reached the eating area, she stopped and waited. She turned her head and glance behind her, as the naked woman approached. Then her head dropped and she mewed when the hot tongue lashed out and licked both cheeks of her already burning ass.

  “Good girls! Now Mistress wants her little kitties to show the horny men their pretty pussies. Be good girls and wave your pussies at the men,” Emma ordered and slashed her whip through the air a few times for a dramatic effect.

  Mia instantly turned and pointed her behind towards the sofa. She rotated her hips and waved her behind at the onlookers. Oscar didn’t expect his wife to obey, but she followed suit. Then his heart rate quickened when Irene spread her knees without being ordered and exposed most of her precious womanly delights.

  The show wasn’t over! “Good kitties! Now Slut-Mia, get behind Irene and run your tongue up and down through her pussycat slit,” Emma said and waved her whip again.

  Jaws dropped and eyes bulged when Mia rolled around the shocked woman and stabbed Irene with her tongue. The woman’s hips virtually gyrated and her knees bounced on the floor when the tongue lashed through the exposed slit. Suddenly the teeth closed around her protruding clitty and Irene almost collapsed.

  “That was perfect, my darling Mia. Now Slut-Irene, do the same thing to your dear friend, Mia,” Emma ordered.

  Oscar almost came off the sofa when his wife obeyed. She crawled around the young woman and used her hands to spread the shapely ass cheeks. He couldn’t see the vulgar display, but he saw Irene’s head thrust into the ass-crack and imagined her tongue beating the exposed clit.

  Mia felt her guts almost explode and her arms and legs gave way, as she fell on the floor. Irene rode the quivering hips and didn’t stop tonguing Mia’s throbbing clitty because it was what Mistress Emmeline wanted.

  Emma knew her dearest friend extremely well so she quickly stopped the brazen cunnilingus. “Girls! Come here! Crawl across the floor and come to Mistress,” she said. “I think the boys need some really hot pussycats.”

  Her head came up and Irene’s heart pounded out of control. She glanced over at the demanding woman and didn’t know if she could continue the demeaning exhibition. When she noticed the whip waving back and forth in a most casual fashion, she knew what to do.

  Mia quickly got back on her hands and knees and both women crawled across the floor. Emma simply pointed. She moved the whip to her left and aimed it directly at Oscars crotch, which was covered by his fat hand.

  Mia didn’t need any instructions. She crawled over to the man and swiftly pushed his hand away. When she bravely unfastened his pants and lowered the zipper, Oscar never protested. Then Mia shrewdly grabbed the waistband and yanked the pants down to his knees.

  Irene’s eyes opened wide and she squatted on her haunches, as she stared at the most vulgar scene. Mia’s dainty hand thrust into her husband’s shorts and she viciously yanked out Oscar’s cock. When the stubby shaft waved in front of her face, Mia merely gobbled up the skinny, well-defined head.

  She was still ogling the sudden blowjob when the whip grazed the side of her face. Irene glanced at the incensed mistress and then the woman was pointing her whip at Mason’s crotch. There was no mistaking Emma’s demands, as she brushed the whip across her husband’s obvious hard-on.

  What could she do? Irene asked herself the question a few times, but there seemed to be only one real answer. She reluctantly crawled to the sofa and in a heartbeat the man’s pants were down at his ankles. Mason not only lowered his pants, but also his shorts, as he brazenly waved his upstanding cock in the woman’s face.

  Her hands vibrated and it was hard to reach out for the oversized cock. Irene flinched when her fingers went around the thick shaft and then the head was brushed through the cat whiskers and across blushing cheek. When she didn’t open her mouth right away, Mason rammed the head of his cock into her tightly closed lips.

  Oscar glanced at the shameless blowjob and relished his wife finally succumbing to his raunchy fantasies. Suddenly the fingers tightened around his raging cock. He didn’t know if his stamina could last much longer, but thankfully Emma had already planned ahead.

  “Girls! Girls, you have to stop, as we don’t want the boys to blow their filthy loads all over the place. Slut-Mia, it’s time for you to satisfy Oscar’s sexual fantasy,” Emma whispered and everyone’s heart stopped, waiting for the woman’s explanation. “Get on your hands and knees again... let Oscar ride his little pussycat!”

  Everyone stared and watched the theatrical scene play out, wishing they were one of the actors. Mia slowly dropped to the floor and balanced on her hands and knees, as she wiggled her butt in an enticing fashion. Oscar glared at the naked cat-woman and his mind was taken for a willing ride by his enraged cock.

  He was on his knees before another fantasy entered his head. Oscar grabbed the woman around the waist and pointed his hard cock at the pink slit. The volcanic heat consumed the head and then he rammed his cock to the hilt, which took mere seconds.

  Oscar had used condoms during intercourse for the past ten years and suddenly the inferno was almost too intense to withstand. His head sort of rolled around on his shoulders and his eyes fixed on what Emma was doing.

  The woman had her whip pointed at the naked woman who was on her knees between her husband’s legs. Irene still had both hands wrapped around the big cock and she glanced
at Oscar through the mask eyeholes, but quickly realized her husband was not going to help. Suddenly the whip pointed at the floor beside Mia.

  Without warning, Mason stood up and stripped all of his clothes. Irene never knew how she got positioned on her hands and knees yet she found herself propped up like a doggie right in front of Mia. It meant Oscar faced her and he would be able to see everything she was doing.

  When she got slapped on the ass, her body jerked and she wanted to crawl away, but there was no escaping. Irene started panting like an out of breath marathon runner and then she felt something poking around in her exposed crotch. Every time she got poked, she viciously lurched her hips away in the opposite direction.

  No, no, it can’t happen! Irene panicked. She arched her back and raised her head towards the controlling woman. “No, Emma... Mistress Emmeline, no. I can’t, no, I can’t,” she begged and tried to crawl.

  Emma smiled and stared into the worried eyes. “It’s okay, my love. It’s time you had a real man... had a real cock,” she whispered, but everyone heard every word.

  Mason kept teasing, but he deliberately evaded any actual penetration. “Baby, oh baby, you’re going to get banged... fucked real hard,” he said and winked at his wife.

  “No, please, I can’t... not without protection. You need a condom.”

  “Mason, did you hear our little baby? Did you hear her beg?”

  “Yes, my love. Little Irene wants some cock... kitty wants some real cock.”

  “No, please don’t. You need something... some protection.”

  Mason leaned to the side and his aim was perfect. When the head of his cock hit the inferno, he questioned his resolve to take it slow. “Oh fuck, she’s tight... Slut-Irene is the tightest slut,” he said and wrapped his fingers around the woman’s slim waist.

  Emma laughed out loud. “Look! Look at him fuck his little kitty,” she yelled and pointed at Oscar who had reached the end of the line.

  He was troubled by the dangerous intercourse, but Oscar was beyond caring anymore. He stared straight ahead at his struggling wife and pumped his pulsating cock in and out of the willing Mia. Each time Oscar thrust to the hilt, he blasted cum into her deepest reaches.

  Emma jumped across to her husband’s side. “Oh dear, I don’t know if you should fuck poor Irene. You need to wear something... a rubber,” she whispered in a mocking fashion.

  “Yes, please, you have to... please, wear a condom,” Irene moaned, as she felt Mason tighten his grip around her waist. Then she stared at her husband and wondered why his face looked so happy and satisfied.

  “My darling Irene, do you like big cocks? Do you like Mason’s cock?”

  Mason stabbed her in the heart. When he thrust and buried several inches of his enlarged cock, she stopped breathing and prayed her grip on the slippery slope was secure. “No, please you can’t... no,” Irene moaned.

  “Oh, my dear, you don’t have to worry. Mistress will have Mason pull out... he won’t fill your belly with cum. He’ll pull out,” Emma whispered and kissed the woman’s, overly flushed cheek.

  She was deranged. Irene gritted her teeth and vowed to struggle to the end. Suddenly the man rammed his powerful hips at her backside and embedded most of his stellar cock. “Oooohhhh, noooo.”

  Emma whipped the hanging titties and made sure she hit the illustrious nipples to get them fully hardened. “Oh my... oh my, Mistress can see her little girl needs Mason’s hard cock,” she said.

  “Nooooo, no, please don’t.”

  “Oh geezus, Mistress can see her pussycat needs her clitty rubbed,” Emma stated and swiftly thrust her hand into the sweltering crotch. The woman’s knees were far apart and it was easy to find the precious pearl. “Oh my, I think Slut-Irene loves cock... big cock!”

  Irene felt something twitch and surge into her belly. She tried to breathe, but her lungs wouldn’t function properly. “No, you can’t... need something,” she gasped and fought for more air.

  When Emma whipped her husband’s bare ass, he almost plowed the slave into Mia who was directly in front of her. It took three or four more thrusts, but finally Mason rammed his cock to the hilt. “Fuck... yes, fuck babe, fuck,” he mumbled and tried to move his hips back and forth.

  Emma needed more. “Do you want Mason’s big cock?” she asked.

  “Aaaahhhh, no.”

  “But my love, isn’t Mason the biggest... isn’t his cock the biggest you’ve had?”

  Irene answered without thinking because she was a righteous woman. “No, no, please make him stop.”

  Emma squeezed the clitty as hard as she could. “I asked you a question!”

  “Yes, dear gawd, he’s big... the biggest.”

  “Good! Are you going to cream on Mason’s cock?”

  “No, I can’t, no.”

  “Don’t worry, my love. You can make him stop!”

  “Yes, yes, I can,” Irene cried and prayed for strength.

  “Oh geezus, you’re moving your ass... you want Mason to bang your pussy!”

  “No... yes... no... oh geez.” When Irene succumbed to the unfamiliar lust before, she assumed nothing could be stronger or more overwhelming, but she was wrong.

  “Oh fuck, not again... please Slut-Irene, don’t cum yet. Not with Mason’s cock in your belly,” Emma whispered and kept her lips next to a burning ear. “Wait! Wait!”

  “Yes, wait... I’ll wait,” Irene moaned just as severe convulsions overcame all of her reasoning.

  Mason felt the powerful contractions and relished the intense milking action. “Fuck yes, yes. Keep moving your ass, honey,” he said and pumped his hips a little faster.

  When her torso bucked, Irene surrendered. It was too hard to fight the powerful demon and she found it much easier to stop her struggles. She knew something dire was happening yet the lust numbed her moral mind. “Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh.”

  The back arched and then Emma noticed the hips drive backwards. “Baby, oh baby, you’re making Mistress Emmeline very happy. Cum... cum all over Mason’s hard cock... CUM!

  She knew better, but it was too late. “Yeeeeeeaaaaassss, yeeeeeaaaassss,” Irene moaned, as her womanly juices coated the thick penis. Her eyes were glazed yet she clearly saw the shocked expression on her husband’s face.

  “Good girl! Mason is getting ready. Do you want Mistress to have him pull out... take his cock out of your slutty belly?”

  It was lust! She felt the man’s hips jerk wildly and then surge erratically at her backside. “Gaaaawwwwwkkkkk, yes, yes,” Irene moaned, knowing the man would never stop.

  Emma noticed the frightened look on Oscar’s face and she knew why. “Oh geezus, Slut-Irene is being filled with cum... Mason is filling the slut-kitty with his virile cum,” she whispered and watched Oscar’s face cringe.

  “No, fuck no, honey. You can’t... too dangerous, no,” he moaned and watched his wife’s body get rocked back and forth, as she balanced on her knees.

  “Hang on sweetheart... you’re about to get royally fucked,” Mason groaned and felt his stamina come to a violent end. Every time he rocked Irene backwards, he thrust and jettisoned a blast of searing cum into her inner being. “Oh baby... oh baby!”

  ***

  Irene literally collapsed and fell face first on the floor. She turned her head to the side, but her flushed cheek remained flat on the plush carpet, as the mask twisted and blocked her vision. Once again Irene realized how extreme desire turned her into a wanton slut and somehow overpowered all of her rationality and righteousness.

  When the desire turned into lust, she quickly discovered there was only one remedy for a woman who loses control. There were lingering spasms rolling through her churning stomach and Irene didn’t understand how she could succumb to Emma’s drastic demands. Every time she and Oscar had intercourse, they used a condom yet she put up a meagre protest when Mason didn’t use any protection.

  If she thought the night was over, Irene was sadly mistaken. Emma shuffled up against the distraug
ht wife, as she still had plans to end the evening with one more demoralizing act. Her greatest accomplishment was yet to come and Emma soon had everyone sitting around on the sofa and easy chairs having more drinks and involved in some light chatter.

  Irene’s mind remained in a quandary, as she daydreamed, and it was hard to stay involved in the conversations. She wasn’t allowed to put any clothes on and the frilly cat-mask did nothing to hide her identity. For modesty, Irene used her arms to cover her chest and lessened the embarrassment by crossing her legs.

  When Emma leaned against her and put her lips next to her face, Irene shivered in fear. “With Mason, you acted like his little kitty and you really didn’t see him bang your horny pussy. This time... Mistress wants you to see when Ryan sticks his cock into your wanton belly,” Emma whispered and brushed the whip across Irene’s rosy cheek.

  “No, please Emma... please Mistress, I can’t do anymore,” Irene pleaded.

  “I loved watching you cream all over Mason’s cock, but Mistress needs more. I want my little girl to do it one more time.”

  "Mistress, no, no.”

  Emma gave the flushed cheek a peck and ignored the pleas. “Oscar! Oscar, you have to help. Mistress wants to satisfy your fantasy once and for all,” Emma said and waved her whip at the man. “You have to help me.”

  Oscar’s heartbeat raced and he knew the young woman was up to something drastic, which would surely humiliate his wife, but he was still enthused. “Yes, sure,” he whispered.

  Suddenly Emma forced Irene’s left arm up and on top of the sofa back, pinning the arm down. “Oscar, we need to keep your wife tied up. Pin her other arm just like I did,” she ordered.

  Oscar didn’t even think twice, as he quickly captured his wife’s right arm and put it behind his neck.

  Irene didn’t think anything could rival the previous intercourse, but she was wrong. Emma snuggled up against one side and Oscar the other, as the two prevented any escape. They both leaned against her shoulders and kissed her ears, but it was Emma who spoke.

  “What do you think, my love? Don’t we need to end the evening with one more session... with our little girl getting her pussy filled with some irresistible cock,” she whispered and taunted the shivering wife with her tongue.