His cock stuck up from his body at an angle and as he sat, Carmen ran her long fingers across that flesh. Her finger traced the heavy veins wrapped around his cock and then ran over the purple, blood-engorged head. He sucked in air. Lisa pressed the glass into his hand and he took a long gulp. Fiery liquid burned in his belly and he covered a cough.
Lisa leaned across him and Carmen sat up. Their tongues met. His heart nearly exploded. Carmen kept her grip on his bare cock, her thumb running lightly up and down the length of it as her tongue and Lisa’s twisted and writhed.
Tommy looked around; the balcony had walls that kept it private. He released a long breath and then drew in another as Carmen broke off the kiss and tilted her head so that her tongue was close enough to his cock for her to lick it.
The long sensual swipe of her tongue made a long shudder roll through him. A thin drop of fluid seeped out of the dark slit at the top of his cock. Carmen took him into her mouth, turning over so that her head was in his lap. Lisa tilted his head and kissed him. Her tongue probed every corner of his mouth while Carmen’s deep throat swallowed his aching flesh.
His ass cheeks squeezed together and his hands went to her hair His hips moved upward as her tongue swirled around his cock and her lips tightened.
“I want to play too," Lisa said.
Carmen lifted her head and aid, “Why don’t we move this inside?”
Good thinking. Tommy was afraid he would sunburn his dick and be useless. Besides, he needed a cooling off. Carmen's clever mouth had taken him almost all the way to the point of climax.
He wondered if they knew what he really wanted or if he was going to have to tell them. To his delight, the two women climbed up into the bed and began kissing again. Their limbs tangled together as Lisa shed her bikini to reveal slightly paler flesh. Like Carmen she had shave doff every inch of her pubic hair and the smooth silky skin between her legs parted to reveal a glimpse of deep pink flesh that made his heart pound and his hand got to his cock.
Lisa put her head between Carmen’s legs. Her ass lifted in the air, giving him a full on view of her pussy. His gasp was loud, pained. He moved closer, unable to resist. He put his mouth to her flesh and she shivered, a low gasp breaking from her mouth. He stopped for a moment, moving up to see her tongue moving across Carmen's clit. Carmen spread her legs wider, her hips arched upward and she said, “I know you want to eat her pussy but you should let me suck your dick first.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at her head and she lifted her head slightly so that he could get his cock into her mouth. The smooth wet walls of her throat, the slight scrape of her teeth against his flesh were all exciting. He could smell her arousal; hear the wet sounds of Lisa licking away at her pussy. His cock got harder, so hard he was afraid he could come too fast so he pulled away again and moved back behind Lisa. His tongue found her clit. She lifted her pert firm bottom in the air so that he could get a better angle and he sucked at her clit, and the salty sweet juices flowing from her inner folds.
He thrust his fingers inside her tight sheath. Her ass bucked up and down and Carmen began to moan loudly. Her cries grew louder and he worked harder, hoping to make Lisa come as Carmen did. Fluids exploded out of Lisa’s steaming slit and covered his chin and nose, His fingers went deeper and she groaned. Carmen let out a lusty yell and her legs swung upward, narrowly missing his head.
Tommy wound up flat on his back. Lisa’s mouth and Carmen’s both went to his cock. He grunted as they sucked his cock and balls, their fingers stroking and their breath heating their saliva and his flesh. His eyes closed as she fought to hold back that orgasm yet again. Lisa slid a condom down his thick cock and then she straddled him while Carmen’s fingers continued to stroke his balls.’ Lisa glided down his prick, her eyes closing as she rode him hard and fast, her tits swaying back and forth and up and down as she bounced on his lap, her inner walls squeezing and releasing his flesh with every long slide downward and up again.
It was too much to take. Tommy let out a yell and come flooded out of his cock and into the condom. His balls tightened, and his cock twitched and throbbed. Heavy spurts of fluid shout out and Lisa slowly lifted herself off his cock.
Carmen had been busy while he had been coming. The harness was on, the cock already placed within it. She grabbed Lisa by the hair and Lisa laughed as the cock pressed against her lips and then went down her throat. Tommy stated, fascinated and rapt, as Lisa sucked the giant cock eagerly, her eyes looking up into Carmen’s as she did so. Carmen’s tiny hips pumped faster, her breasts bobbling as she bent her knees and plowed that cock into Lisa’s rosy pink mouth.
Lisa began to cry out, her groans muffled by the dick. Tommy stripped off the used condom and found that his cock was hard again and glistening with his come. He put a fresh condom on and moved behind Carmen. Lisa moved too, turning over so that Carmen, on her knees behind her, could slide the latex prick into her pink depths. Tommy watched, breathless, as that cock thrust into her wet folds and then reappeared, shining with Lisa’s come.
He placed his hand son Carmen’s hips. His cock teased the opening of her lips as she thrust backward, withdrawing from Lisa and he moved slightly closer. She thrust into Lisa again and that time, when she withdrew, her pussy slid over and around his cock like a well-oiled glove. She said, “The better I fuck you Lisa the better I get fucked. I think I am going to have to fuck you super hard.”
Tommy’s cock thumped at the words. Lisa said, “Do it damn it, fuck me so hard!”
His cock found its way back into Carmen. She was hot, tight and so wet. His eyes closed as he pumped his hips, listening to the cries of the two women in bed with him.
Lisa shouted out a hearty yes. Carmen’s walls folded around him and then released slightly, pulling his cock even deeper into her. His balls moved higher and his hands stayed on her hips as he thrust rapidly, unable to stop himself as he spiraled toward yet another orgasm.
That one was so powerful it nearly knocked him on his face. He shuddered and gasped, his fingers squeezing open and shut as he came, again and again.
At long last he could breathe again. Carmen had slumped forward onto Lisa and they were kissing again. They made room for him between them and he lay there, kissing them slowly and deeply as his heartbeat slowed and his body cooled down.
***
The port was beautiful. Tommy had Lisa on one arm and Carmen on the other. He saw the envious looks that other guys gave him and his chest swelled as he watched the two girls draw stares from everyone when they kissed each other and then him.
This was the life!
They made it back on the boat and Tommy went to the cabin with them. He knew that there was only one more night and he had one more thing he wanted, and the girls knew it. They were as eager as he was. They got into the Cabin, but barely. Lisa kissed him passionately while her hands stripped away his clothes. Carmen was already naked, it was what she preferred, she had had to be practically forced to put on the bikini top and sarong she had worn into port.
Her nipples bobbed in front of his face and he bit and nibbled at them as Lisa wrapped first a hand around his prick and then her lips. Carmen put her harness on and moved behind Lisa, thrusting forward fast and hard, impaling her between the two of them. Lisa’s whimpers grew louder as Carmen fucked her face and Tommy fucked her mouth. Tommy wound his fingers into her air and arched his hips, thrusting deep into her throat while Carmen thrust into her wet pussy.
Lisa came, shuddering and groaning and Carmen pulled out of her with a wet pop. Tommy shimmied his way down the bed. Lisa positioned herself in a 69 position, her narrow hips over his face and her mouth going back to his dick while Carmen used her fingers to open the tiny aperture of his asshole. Lube spilled into his ass crack and he held his breath. The cock she wore pressed against that tight flesh and then she entered him, going deep.
Lisa sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down. Carmen pulled his legs up in the air
and placed them over her slim shoulders and he rock went deeper still. Tommy screamed with pleasure as an orgasm rolled out of him and burst into the condom, sticky runners of seed splashing across Lisa’s pretty face.
“Fuck yeah!” Carmen thrust again and then she shuddered too, her ass jerking forward and all her muscles straining as she came hard enough to make her have to bend over to catch her breath.
***
“How was your trip?” Tommy looked at Natasha, who had appeared as he was closing the cabin door behind him. He had stood in the doorway for a long time, just looking at the two beautiful women sleeping in heap on the bed.
He hated to leave but he knew he had to. Back home he was just Tommy, the guy that lived down the hall, worked a few cubicles down. He sighed and said, “Maybe a little too good. I hate to leave.”
“Ah but now you know you are capable of having what you want and that is a good thing.”
“Is it?”
Natasha smiled. “Of course it is.”
His shoulders slumped. “Well, it was fun and I had a great time. I had a blast. I had what was probably the time of my life. I am not sure how anything could ever beat it to be honest.”
“Oh I am sure you will find something that does. You might be surprised what happens when you get a fantasy out of your system.”
“Really? What do you mean?”
She led him to the gangway. “Well, sometimes when all we see is our fantasies we forget to look at what is real. Or to appreciate it. Have a safe trip home Tommy.”
‘Thanks. I will.” He gathered his luggage and walked toward his car, wondering just what it was she had meant. He knew one thing, nothing could top the two days he had spent with Carmen and Lisa, and those two were the sexiest, craziest, most sexually inventive women he had ever seen.
The traffic was heavy and congested. The line-up was so long he could not even see past it to the exit to the interstate. LA. Traffic was just one issue. The sky was a gorgeous shade of blue and he sighed, not looking forward to having to go to work tomorrow. Nobody knew he had taken a weekend cruise and he sure as hell was not going to tell anyone either.
Who’d believe it anyway?
He grew impatient and bored sitting in the traffic jam. He looked over and spotted a comic book and gaming store he had occasionally gone to. On w him he pulled in, figuring he could kill some time and maybe wait out the traffic.
The interior of the store was dim and cool. He stood still for a minute, letting his eyes adjust to it and then he moved forward.
A slim woman with blond-brown hair popped up form an aisle where she had been crouched down to look at the titles on the lower shelves. “Which one?”
She held a video game in each hand. He stared at her, wondering if she was talking to him.
“What?”
She grinned and he noticed that her eyes were a deep seawater green. “I am trying to decide what to play next. These just came out and I am stuck trying to decide which one is better. I could just toss them into the box back there and play but they are both two player games and I am here alone. Hey, do you know either of these?”
He owned them both. “Yeah, I do.”
“Cool, do you want to play?”
“Won’t you get in trouble? I mean won’t your boss get mad?”
‘My boss is a bitch, she might even fire me.” Her grin grew bigger. He had a feeling she was joking but if she was he didn’t get it. She said, “I’m Mandy. I kind of own the place. Get it, my boss…”
“Oh! Oh, yeah, I get it. Why haven’t you played these before?”
"Because I was hooked on something else. I love online games more than any other because I get to meet folks form everywhere.”
He blinked. “Hey, me too.”
‘Awesome. So do you want to play?”
He shot a look back outside. “Yeah, I was just trying to get out of the traffic anyway.”
“Yeah it’s weird because that hardly ever happens here. Mostly it gets congested about a half mile up. But there was a wreck or something so here you are and I have two controllers just dying to get used up.”
“Well,” Tommy said and a grin crossed his lips. “I think I’m your man>”
The End
Book Five
The Dead Famous Suite
Carla pulled her convertible up to the pier, a smile on her face. She caught sight of herself in the rear-view mirror and another smile crossed her lips, this one even broader. Her light brown hair was hidden under the scarf she wore to keep the wind from destroying her careful hairdo and her lips were a bright cherry red. Her vintage sunglasses came off to reveal her green eyes, carefully emphasized with a bold stroke of eyeliner that made the corners of her eyes look a little tilted. She hit the button to raise the top and as she did so, she found herself humming Jailhouse Rock.
A little giggle came out of her mouth as she exited the pink Cadillac and stood beside it, her halter dress, with its puffy skirt and bold check pattern, accented her figure and she ran a hand down the side of the skirt, enjoying the crispness of the fabric below her fingertips.
The smell of the sea hit her nose and gulls wheeled overhead. She looked toward the discreet little sign that announced the Nyx and excitement filled her belly.
Taking the scarf off carefully she took the light suitcase from her trunk and headed for the pier where she a handsome young blond man took her bag and led her to a waiting room.
The waiting room had a few dozen people in it. They lounged in the comfortable chairs or stood near the giant bar that held every type of liquor and wine as well as a selection of savory little nibbles.
She helped herself to a few delectable little olive and cheese snack sand smiled at a few people standing nearby. She had no idea who was a passenger. For all she knew she was the only passenger. Her nipples chafed against the fabric of her dress and she took a glass of champagne from the bartender, a handsome man who would have looked at home on the deck of a pirate ship, smiling as she said thank you.
The music was soft and low. The room was opulent and lovely. Carla began to relax, her smile growing broader as she spotted a little blue flower tucked into another woman’s hair. The woman with the flower in her hair drew closer. She leaned in and said, “Hello Carla, I’m Natasha, your concierge.”
“Oh! It’s nice to meet you!”
“I hope your trip here was good.” Natasha’s smile was genuine and warm and Carla relaxed again.
“It was thank you.” She looked around the room, her lips pressing together. “I am really excited. I mean you have no idea.”
“Oh I think I have a very good idea.”
Maybe she did. Carla said, “Is it normal to be nervous?”
“I was.”
Ah, so she did know. Natasha took her by the arm and led her toward the gangway. Her perfume was heady and rich. Carla wondered what the name of it was, and if it would smell as good on her own skin. They entered the elegant lobby. The boat rocked slightly below her feet and Carla let out a pent in breath, her eyes widening in appreciation at the sight of the lovely furniture and blown glass accessories.
“This is amazing. I love it.”
Natasha smiled, “I do too. I chose every piece myself and I am always glad when I hear people say they enjoy my choices.”
They went down a long hallway and Natasha handed her a key card. “This is the dead famous suite Carla. Here’s to making your desires come true.”
She turned and began to walk away. Carla looked down at the key card and then at the door. Her breath hitched in and she held it, feeling her heartbeat grow heavier. She opened the door and entered.
The suite was luxurious. Long sofas and fresh flowers were the focal point of the sitting room and she smiled as she put her nose to one lovely bouquet of lilies and morning glory. Her fingers skimmed over the small dressing table and she quickly opened the closet to find her things already hung, her shoes neatly arranged.
The clock on the wall showed her th
at she had an hour before the show began and she took a long slow breath and sat down in front of the mirror on the dressing table, regarding her image carefully.
This was the most exciting thing she had ever done. She owned a small rockabilly dress shop, and while the fad had died out somewhat those people who were like her—real aficionados of the times—still came and shopped.
She was more than just a fan of the times; she was in love with them. She wished, sometimes desperately, that she had been a young woman back then. She did not love just the dresses and the cars and the music, she was obsessed by one man in particular.
Elvis.
Not the Elvis that wore sequined jumpsuits and danced around onstage in Vegas; doing odd karate moves instead of his usual hip thrusting style dances. No, she loved the Elvis who sang songs that made her fingers snap and her own hips shake.
She loved the sleepy-eyed Elvis with his ducktail hair and leather jackets, the one who romanced Ann Margaret in movie after movie. The Elvis who made her heart patter and her spirits soar. The one how made her panties so wet she could barely breathe.
She had gone to Graceland last year, hoping to find something to ease that obsession but all she had done was want that Elvis, the sexy, sauntering bad boy Elvis, all the more.
So here she was, ready to play out that fantasy. She had known that she could have gone to some sleazy show in Vegas and hook up with an impersonator but all of them seemed to be the Vegas Elvis and she did not want him.
She wanted the simpler, raunchier, sexier Elvis, and there was only one place to get him and that was the Nyx.
The clock had moved while she had been sitting there thinking. The ship had too, she stood, and making sure she had her sea legs before she went to her closet and pulled out the sexy lingerie she sold along with the clothing in her store.
She carefully untied her halter-top and took off her dress. She hung it up and placed her crinoline carefully in the closet before smoothing on the silk stockings with the black seams at the back. They were delicate and she took her time, smoothing them so that the seam was dead straight. She hooked the garters to the tiny belt that rested just at her waist, its black lace a direct contrast to the panties she wore, their bright scarlet an exclamation point against her fair skin.
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