by K C Douglas
Irene was distraught! “No, please no more, I can’t,” she begged. When she twisted and struggled to get away, it only worsened her situation. Her torso skidded downward and her buttocks slipped to the edge of the sofa cushions.
“I noticed how you loved sucking Ryan’s cock. Now it’s time you begged him to shove it into your belly,” Emma said and chuckled. “You’re going to beg Ryan to fuck your pussy!”
She wanted to disappear, but Irene didn’t know how. “No, I won’t... I can’t,” she moaned and slipped farther downward until she was practically on her back.
“My dear, we’ll get your husband to help,” Emma whispered and smiled. “We’ll get Oscar to help... get Ryan nice and hard and then watch him bang his wife.”
“Whaaaa, huggg,” Irene moaned, as she felt overly confused.
“Oscar can get Ryan’s cock real hard and ready for you... then he can place it right on your pussy,” Emma said to the stunned wife.
“Hard... get hard?”
“Yes, my dearest slut, Oscar gets to watch you again and relive his fantasy.”
Hearts pounded and everyone noticed the naked man shuffle up to the sofa. Ryan merely shoved the woman’s thrashing legs out to the sides and he abruptly shifted his torso between the splayed thighs. Irene wanted to resist, but her arms were now pinned above her head.
The man’s hips forced her legs wider and Ryan brazenly shoved his almost hard cock directly towards Oscar who was leaning against his wife and holding her arm. Irene stared straight at the threatening penis and finally understood what Emma intended. The end of the menacing whip dipped under Ryan’s penis and Emma lifted the shaft so the head pointed at Oscar’s astonished face.
Ryan abruptly fisted his cock and he purposely motioned for the husband to take over. Oscar was too shocked to move at first, as he’d never touched another man before. He stared at the ominous cock and his hand started shaking like crazy when he reached out. Ryan’s fist came off the extended shaft and Oscar’s replaced it, as Irene’s eyes opened wide in awe.
The stroking was slow and mesmerizing. Oscar couldn’t take his eyes off the extensive foreskin that kept rolling up and down the enlarged shaft. Soon it became evident the cock had grown into a full-fledged hard-on and it was time for action.
With Ryan’s help, Oscar shifted the cock to his wife’s shivering tummy. Things got worse in a hurry. Her head rolled back and forth and the cat-mask twisted around to cover her eyes. She was blind!
“Good! Now move it around and get Slut-Irene ready for some cock,” Emma whispered and used the tip of her whip to direct Oscar’s movements. “Rub the big cock all over her belly and make sure to get the head coated with her pussy juices.”
The demands were vulgar yet Oscar didn’t hesitate. He fisted the hard-on and it was easy to roll and rub the extended shaft all over Irene’s tummy. Ryan deliberately shifted his hips to ensure every inch of the velvety flesh was caressed and then he pulled backwards until the flared head rested on the upraised pelvis.
Emma placed the whip on top of Oscar’s hand and pushed down. The cockhead dropped between the spread thighs and brushed across the tip of the wet opening. It was a scandalous seduction, as Irene’s torso jerked so hard it appeared she had been hit by a Taser.
Suddenly Emma ripped the mask off and pointed the woman’s face directly at her midsection. The sight was horrible yet Irene stared straight at the electrified touching. When Oscar pulled his fist backwards, the vast foreskin slipped back as well and exposed the fat cockhead.
Irene watched her husband stroke her crotch with another man’s penis and continually smack her delicate slit. Oscar was well aware of the dangerous consequences yet he pried the soaked pussy-lips apart with the flared head. When Irene’s body jerked violently, he lost sight of the bulbous cockhead.
Ryan gave a stern thrust and suddenly almost half the enlarged shaft was gone, which caused his wife’s face to become etched with agony. All of a sudden the traumatic consequences hit her. “No, no, you can’t... protection, you need a condom,” Irene cried, but it didn’t help.
Ryan smiled and watched the pretty face frown and the expression turn to fright. “Oh baby, you’re the best... the best slut on the cruise,” he whispered and worked another two or three inches into the fiery inferno.
Irene managed to roll her head and arch her back, as she pleaded with the overpowering woman. “Oh Mistress... please no, please don’t let him,” she begged. Her mouth flew open and her tongue lashed out of her mouth when the man embedded the rest of his massive cock. “Gaaaawwwwkkkk.”
Oscar sat up straight and watched the young man latch onto his wife’s luscious tits. Ryan cupped both boobs with his big hands, as Emma slithered down beside the panicky woman. “Yes, Mistress loves her little slut-wife. Dear Irene can’t wait... just like before, Slut-Irene can’t wait,” she whispered and licked a burning ear.
The familiar spasms rocked her frail confidence yet Irene protested. “Mistress... please Mistress, make him stop. He can’t... no, not without protection,” she moaned.
“Oscar, oh Oscar, look! Your wife is going to cream,” Emma cried.
The cock was buried to the hilt and then Ryan slowly moved his hips back and forth. Each time he shifted backwards, he moved until only the head was fully immersed in the heated cavity. Then he used all of his might to thrust and drive the head of his cock into the deepest part of Irene’s belly.
The man wouldn’t stop or even slow down. His pumping was nonstop and he kept bashing her willpower until her stamina was hanging by a thread. “Please stop, please don’t. Mistress, please no,” Irene whispered, as her back arched and all of her muscles tensed.
Emma noticed the telltale sign. She put her teeth around the ear and bit down until she tasted blood. “Good girl... GOOD GIRL!”
The pain hit! With any struggle, there comes a time when the person wonders if it is worth it. Irene’s body was completely in the air, as she tried to stave off the searing desire, but then everything felt tremendously better. The pain in her ear was intense, but it merely added to the powerful convulsions inside her deepest being.
The teeth relaxed and the pain was gone. Her hips seemed to meet the demanding thrusts and the womanly juices flowed freely out of her belly. Irene sensed her husband clinging to her arm, but she didn’t care. When her eyes rolled up into her forehead, she was oblivious to the uncommon lust, which had taken over her sanity.
The orgasm swirled through the longest, lust-filled tunnel until Irene felt something deep inside swell to an enormous size and then erupt. She would regret the untimely climax yet that didn’t bother Irene. Her body belonged to a mistress and her entourage while her mind was too overcome by the lengthy orgasm to understand the dire significances.
***
Every person on vacation wanted the time to be the most memorable and the cruise was definitely that for Oscar and Irene. They were completely under the spell of the dominatrix Emma and forced to obey all of the woman’s demands.
The days passed and nothing changed, as the humiliation remained intense and constant. One evening, the three couples sat in one of the staterooms and enjoyed having Irene spanked by not only Emma, but also by each and everyone else. By the time Oscar administered his spanking, Irene had given up.
Her ass was red and on fire, yet Emma wasn’t done. She easily forced Oscar to watch another night of having his wife gangbanged by the other two husbands. As with the prior intercourse, Irene succumbed and each time her surrender seemed easier and faster.
When it reached the second last day of the cruise, Emma knew her wonderful reign of power and humiliation over the Spanish couple was almost over. Not only did she want another night of watching her husband and Ryan bang the sexy wife, she relished having Oscar become a true cuckold husband.
The three couples had a lovely diner and like many evenings, they retired to one of the lounges on the big ship. After a couple of drinks, everyone seemed ready for another one of Emma
’s parties, as they never knew what the woman had up her sleeve. When she suddenly got everyone’s attention, both Mason and Ryan anticipated another great adventure.
“Our fabulous vacations are almost over, but we still need some more from our loving couple,” Emma said and gave Oscar and Irene a big smile. “There is a nice big sauna in the fitness area. Let’s all get changed and jump in the sauna.”
When Emma suggested the sauna, Irene instantly wondered what else the woman planned. She didn’t have time to dwell, as everyone quickly finished their drinks and headed out the door. Irene glanced at her husband, but he simply shrugged and indicated they really didn’t have a choice in the evening’s entertainment.
It was only a short walk to the fitness area. Emma deftly got her husband to one side when they approached the change-rooms, which were right next to the hot-tubs and saunas. “I’ll make sure the girls only wear a towel so make sure you boys only wear one too,” she said.
Mason readily agreed and went straight into the men’s room. Oscar assumed there would be available swimsuits or attire a person could wear so he wasn’t too concerned. When they all entered the fancy change-rooms, it quickly became apparent the only thing available to shield their nudity were large white, bath towels.
Irene actually wasn’t too worried because the towels offered far more protection than a skimpy swim suit. She adroitly fastened the towel securely around her upper torso above her boobs and followed Emma and Mia out and into the secluded sauna.
There were cedar benches in a ‘U’ shape around the enclosure and one wall was composed of windows that looked out over the ocean. Even though it was impossible for anyone to see into the sauna, Irene and Oscar were still filled with feelings of apprehension.
The guys each sat on a bench, which left room beside them for their wives. As soon as the girls approached, Emma took charge. “C’mon, let’s have a nice hot sauna, as nothing gets the bod rejuvenated better than a sauna,” she said and signaled for the girls to take a seat beside their husband.
The heat was intense, but it didn’t compare to Emma’s passion. She swiftly loosened her towel and let it fall. “No need for modesty... we’re all grownups and we’ve seen each other nude,” she said and motioned for everyone else to follow suite. “I’m sure the seagulls or fish won’t mind,” Emma added and waved her hand towards the enormous windows.
The scene was electric. Mia quickly removed her towel and then Mason and Ryan did the same, as they all glanced over at the Spanish couple. Oscar was reluctant, but eventually he loosened the towel and remained sitting on the soft material. Suddenly all eyes were on Irene and she was too embarrassed to resist so she untied the tab and let her towel fall to the bench.
No one was obvious yet there was the occasional sneak peek by everyone. Emma was the only one to find her voice. “Hum, we should have done this a long time ago... sit around naked and contemplate what to do,” she said and giggled.
The tension was gone in a heartbeat. Everyone laughed and didn’t hesitate to look at each other and take in all of the raving beauty. When Emma noticed the sudden stirring in her husband’s lap, she brought it to everyone’s attention. “Oh dear, Mason, I can see you’re getting excited... somewhat aroused,” she whispered and thrust her hand into his crotch.
“Geezus woman, if you do that... I’ll definitely get excited,” he replied and chuckled.
Emma was more than ready. “Irene, my love, what do you think? Should we get Mason hard? Would our little Irene like to suck Mason again?” she asked and stared directly at the woman.
“Ah, no, no,” Irene moaned so low it was hard to hear.
“Have you ever had sex in a sauna... in screaming hot temperatures?”
“No, gawd no!” Irene’s reply was curt, as she couldn’t imagine doing anything sexual in severe heat. Luckily Emma ensured the sauna was set for 120 degrees, which was certainly a lot safer, but Irene was unaware of the woman’s shrewd planning.
“Well, maybe we should get your husband to do it... get Mason real hard. We all know how Oscar loves to watch his wife... well let’s watch him,” Emma stated, as she smiled at Irene. “What do you think?”
Irene half expected to be ordered down to her knees, but she was utterly surprised by Emma’s scheme. She watched the woman wave her husband’s impressive manhood in the air in an almost enticing fashion.
“Aaaahhhh, no, eeeehhhh,” she mumbled, as she was too afraid to say yes or no.
Emma wrapped her fingers around the base of Mason’s cock and squeezed hard. “It’s time! Oscar, get your ass over here and get Mason hard,” she stated and waited for a brief moment. “You’re not a big chicken... are you?”
“Get on your knees, pal,” Mason ordered, as he glared at the man.
Oscar was frantic. Nobody ever dared him or called him a chicken for any reason. Oscar merely sat motionless and stared across at the bold wife flaunting her husband’s stellar cock, as she dared him to act. He quickly glanced to the side at his wife, but Irene simply raised her eyebrows, as if to ask, ‘what are you going to do?’
The sauna was deathly quiet, as everyone looked straight at Oscar. He shuffled back and forth a few times on the hot bench and then shrugged his shoulders in defeat. To save face, it meant succumbing to Emma’s taunting despite knowing he would regret it later.
Emma smiled at the man. She held her husband’s cock straight up in the air and watched Oscar fall to his knees in front of Mason. When Emma shifted her small hand up the shaft to leave room, Oscar reluctantly grabbed the burning meat.
“Good! Let’s get Mason hard... real hard so he can satisfy Irene. Oscar, you can do it... get Mason hard,” Emma whispered, as she let her hand slip off the bulbous cockhead.
Irene couldn’t believe it. She watched Oscar slowly pump his hand up and down the fairly softened shaft, but the cock didn’t stay soft for long. The hardening was almost hypnotic, as everyone stared at the sinful hand-job.
In a matter of seconds, Mason’s cock grew in size and thickness until the shaft was an impressive erection. Irene watched Emma’s hand grab the back of Oscar’s head and then the woman gave an almighty shove. Her husband’s face dropped and suddenly his mouth opened to devour the ominous head.
The heat was intense, but so was the manly blowjob. Her outside body temperature was scorching yet it didn’t compare to the inside degrees. Irene felt the sweat virtually running down her torso and she wondered if it wasn’t too hot?
It was time! “Good boy, Oscar. Mason’s cock is almost ready... ready for some sweet pussy,” Emma whispered, as she forced Oscar’s head to remain above her husband’s hard-on.
Suddenly everyone was in on the clever seduction. Mia and Ryan worked together and promptly forced Irene to stand in front of a bench. They placed the woman’s hands flat on the cedar plank and then Irene bent over to retain her balance. Probably the worst part was when Irene raised her head and she stared straight out into the most picturesque ocean.
Her eyes glazed over and it was hard to see the rolling waves and the flying seagulls. Irene was in a numbing trans and merely tried to catch her breath. Suddenly her feet were kicked apart by Mia and strong hands surrounded her waist and squeezed.
When all of the air was squeezed out of her belly, Irene didn’t have time to panic. The penetration was extremely swift and accurate. Mason eyed the fully exposed crotch and it was easy for him to guide his ramrod directly at the glistening slit. When the flared head split the alluring pussy-lips, he thrust his hips with a vicious force.
Maybe it was the heat; maybe it was the atmosphere, but Irene merely tightened her grip on the wooden plank, as she went up on her tiptoes. She faced the ocean and felt like the man was shoving her out the window so she hung on for dear life.
Irene didn’t resist when the big cock surged into her belly and consumed her delicate spirit. For the first time in her life, she welcomed the intercourse and it was easy succumbing to the suddenly familiar, animal lust. She could hea
r Oscar’s voice, as he commented on the lost passion, but it didn’t matter.
When the other voices sounded, they drifted through her disillusioned mind without leaving any guilt or remorse. “Oscar! Holy fuck, Oscar, your wife is creaming,” Emma cried, as she slapped a bare ass-cheek with her flat hand.
“Oh honey, oh sweetheart,” Oscar moaned, as he admired the fastest orgasm.
“Fuck, she’s the hottest slut... honey, she’s the hottest slut,” Mason moaned and pumped his hips like a madman.
Normally she required some kind of clitoris molestation, but Irene didn’t need anything else this time. The orgasm swelled inside her womanly being and burst before she could regain a measure of control over her soaring desires. She stared straight out at the ocean and knew no one was out there, but the world was watching, as the orgasm was abrupt and far too powerful.
Mason could barely hang onto the thrashing hips. He sensed Irene’s sudden climax and relished being in full control of such a ravishing woman. When his wife slapped his bare ass, Mason grunted and released his demons until the creamy cum leaked out of the overheated passageway.
The ending was graphic and left everyone filled with immense passion. Mason let go of the heaving waist and pulled back far enough to remove his still throbbing pecker. He didn’t get a respite, as his wife instantly grabbed his pussy-drenched cock and promptly cleaned it with her mouth.
Even Mia and Ryan were amazed by Emma’s sudden animalistic actions. They embraced and mutually agreed to depart for the sanctity of their stateroom for some much needed gratification. As soon as their friends left, Emma grabbed Mason’s hand and they quickly departed for the privacy of their own bedroom.
It didn’t take Oscar and Irene long to get dressed. They met outside the change-room and Irene immediately noticed the intense desire written all over her husband’s face. The second last night of the cruise was one of the best because the couples spent the final hours of the evening in each other’s arms.
