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CHAPTER 55B: MICHELE’S HEDONIST CRUISE – THE SHIP

Once the customs agent cleared us, I gave the two couples a hug as we gathered our luggage. One of the women said softly, “Thank you for a wonderful start to this adventure, Michele. We will be looking forward to enjoying your talents more during the cruise.”

“Thank you, Ma’am. I am sure Anthony has similar plans for my availability for the four of you. And speaking candidly, Ma’am, I have always enjoyed our time together.” We are both sharing knowing smiles with each other.

I then turn and walk to the car with Marie patiently waiting. The co-pilot has both my backpack and roller bag. After hugging and kissing Marie, I turn to the co-pilot and take him into my arms, surprising him with the open display in front of Marie and the other couples getting into a separate car to take them to their hotel for the night. On my tip-toes I give him a long and passionate kiss, then, “Hmmmm, I do enjoy the fine service you two provide.” I leave him stunned by the display as I turn to the car, walking to the passenger side and getting in.

Putting on my seatbelt, I see Marie smiling and shaking her head. “Fine service? Yeah, right … I suspect you were the one giving the fine service.”

“Marie, you should know better than that. It is never really good if it is only one way.” She was still shaking her head.

Back at the estate, Marie parks the car and she takes the roller bag while I carry the backpack over my shoulder. We take both upstairs to her room. I am not sure either will be opened, except perhaps for a negligee for the evening, if we are staying in. I turn to her to find out.

“Plans for tonight?”

“Simple. Just the four of us. A quiet evening before you leave. Dinner from a caterer will be delivered just before the boys are due to arrive. We’ll have it organized and ready in the dining room.”

“The dress code for the evening?”

“I would expect it to be normal. I am told your bag is pack with ONLY negligees, stockings, and heels. That should be perfect for tonight, too, don’t you think?”

“Hmmmmm, yes. My kind of evening.”

We stayed dressed since the caterer would be arriving in about a couple hours. We talked, I caught her up on the events at our home, especially Helen. She recounted the evolution of how things at the estate were going with her offering of herself to Carlos and Anthony, not to mention the dogs. I had to smile as she told about some of the awkward situations that happened as they all got used to the change with Marie naked as much as she could be. The yard people caught Marie taking care of the dogs in the back of the property one day. And, one of the maintenance guys came upon Marie naked in the kitchen another time. All that just reinforced getting the scheduling tightened down so she knew what was happening, who, and when. They ended up setting an estate calendar that contained all visits and work schedules of the residents and any workers coming from outside. Lately, things have run much smoother but there are still some from the outside that give Marie that knowing look after having been caught. Although she wanted to avoid additional surprises, the very fact that she has been caught several times has just added to the thrill of her continued nudity.

After the food was delivered and taken care of in the kitchen, Marie and I went up to her suite and started getting ready. We allowed time, not so much because the changing was going to take so much time, but because we wanted to shower together and thoroughly enjoy that time in more ways than soaping each other. And we did. After the multiple times I was fucked on the plane and the pussies I satisfied, I needed a thorough cleaning for the guys. I was planning on spending time in the shower, but with Marie it became a very long time. One of us would have the other pressed up against the shower wall while kissing and feeling the other completely. In due time we switched, and all the time the shower was cascading over us. When the water stopped falling on me, I opened my eyes to find her taking the shower head off and sliding the end into my pussy, spraying my insides thoroughly.

“You said you wanted to get cleaned for the guys.” I rolled my eyes, but wasn’t complaining. What a feeling having warm water shot into you, splashing off the walls and the cervix.

While Marie was in the kitchen getting the serving bowls transferred to the dining room, I met the guys at the door from the garage with their favorite drinks. Upon entering they both smiled at seeing me. Without taking their drinks, thereby keeping my hands occupied, they each came to me, took me into their arms and kissed me, their hands meanwhile roaming my nearly naked body. This was not casual caressing, this was much more deliberate and ended up on my breasts and between my legs, feeling my increasing wetness. Stepping back, they took their drinks from my hands. My attitude before them was submissive, my eyes slightly downcast, looking at them, but not directly or strong, challenging. I stood with my feet and legs together as a woman is taught from a young age. They were both just watching me, more like appraising me, from where they stood.

“She is a fine looking woman, isn’t she?” There silent appraisal seemed to be over, now they seemed to enter into a verbal consideration of that appraisal with Carlos starting it.

“Putting it mildly. We both know she can get a cock to stand up with one of her subtle teases.” Now I was being talked about like I wasn’t even present, like they were looking at a picture in a magazine.

“So, how does it feel now that the time for your control over her has finally arrived?”

“I have to admit, there is a bit of nervousness. But, the thought of it is so exciting, to think of the potential that awaits us, especially in a situation like we’ll have.” I am here, right? I mean I haven’t suddenly gone transparent, have I? I find my body is reacting to this strangely. Intellectually, I feel like I should be offended to be referred to like I was a piece of meat to openly evaluate and talk about, but I am not, not with them. I find myself becoming very aroused and quickly progressing in my stimulation, all psychological for I haven’t been touched since greeting them. I remain as I was, my eyes slightly cast down, yet still watching them as they look at me, appraise me, but mostly as they talk about me. My feet are together and my hands are at my sides now that they are empty.

“It will be exciting to hear about the things you do with her.”

Anthony smiled even bigger at that, “It will be more exciting to be doing those things with her.” My god! I was feeling like I must be dripping by now. If I moved, I was sure that my pussy would make a squishing sound.

“Do you think it is right for her to be dressed like that, though?”

“What do you mean, Carlos? That is the way Marie dresses now and she got the idea from seeing how Michele and her sister and mother dress for dinner and the evening.”

“That’s my point. That’s the way Marie is dressed.”

“Aaaaahhhh, yes. Point well taken, thank you.” His smile disappeared when he looked at me, again. I could still see in his eyes the same concern, consideration, and care for me was there, but his demeanor changed for affect, if not reality. “Michele, this week you are my submissive and, as you are aware from earlier provided instruction that started before arriving at the airport this morning. As such, it only seems appropriate to provide some differentiation between Marie, the woman of the house, and you, the submissive. You will take the negligee off and remain in stockings and heels to provide us with a little more blatant exposure of your body. At all times your legs are to remain open. When standing, your feet should be shoulder width apart. When sitting, your knees should be separated about the same. Your hands will be at your sides or behind you when they are not need for some reason. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir, perfectly. I won’t disappoint you, Sir.”

He came up to me, held my face with both hand and kissed my forehead. Then he slipped a hand down my entire front to my pussy and slipped a single finger inside me. He continued to watch me, but spoke to Carlos, “Carlos, you really must feel this pussy.” I shuddered from sexual tension.

Carlos came up to me and put his hand between my legs, separate to my shoulder width, and slipped two fingers into my pussy. He smiled at me. With his fingers still in my pussy, his other hand tilted my face up and he kissed me. “You’re ready for anything, aren’t you, Michele?”

“God, YES, Sir!”

Anthony led the way out, “Good. Then, let’s not keep Marie waiting any longer and enjoy some dinner.” Carlos removed his fingers from me and followed Anthony out and down the hall to the dining room. I was putting one foot in front of the other, concentrating on making that progress as my body shook from a small orgasm. They didn’t even wait, they moved deliberately to the dining. I was their submissive, I didn’t get the same considerations. They had me removed my negligee to reinforce that. Even though Marie would be nearly fully exposed, I was to be completely exposed without even the slight coverage of the negligee. The thought, realization, sent another jolt through my body and I put my hand out to the wall for to steady myself as my body again shook.

Entering the dining room I saw them already seated at the table. Anthony and Carlos at the ends, Marie on one side and an empty chair opposite her on the other side. She looked at me upon entering and gasped, but then gave me a smile that seemed to know something. Not only was I now without the negligee, but I was sure she was also seeing my flushed appearance from my only now dying orgasm. I moved to the empty chair opposite her and now I gasped. The chair was covered in a plastic with a dildo strapped to the seat. I looked again at Marie and saw the smile still on her face, but she added a shrug indicating she had nothing to do with it.

I looked at Anthony, he also had a smile on his face but his smile was full of mischief and nasty intent. “We would like to begin dinner, Michele.” I noticed a small remote on the table next to his silverware.

“Yes, Sir, sorry.” I carefully pulled the chair out from the table, moved in front of it and inched it back toward the table before attempting to take my seat. I lowered myself slowly, finding my hole with the tip of the plastic phallus, then settled down onto it. Almost immediately, it started to vibrate at a high level and my eyes shot up to Anthony who was indeed now holding the remote. He had an even wicked smile on his face. Already I could feel my arousal increasing.

“Michele … Michele.” I didn’t hear him the first time as I leaned to the table, hoping to find a position that applied a little less pressure against the vibrating dildo. “You will not cum while seated at the dining table. That will be true while on the cruise, as well. Do you understand?”

“Yes … aaaaahhhhhh … Yes, Sir.”

“Good, now would you please pass the chicken?”

I looked around the table and found it but it would require me to rise and twist to the side to reach it. As I did that, I rose just off the dildo and as it came out it jammed against my clit, sending another jolt through me. I pulled the plate to me and resettled on the dildo to get it away from my clit, but I couldn’t control the deep, long moan from escaping my mouth. I passed the dish to Anthony, then put my entire focus on my wine glass, studying it, inspecting the intricate detailing around the edge and the slight color, employing any diversion I could to take my mind off the rising orgasm inside me.

“Michele … Michele … I asked if you wanted some asparagus, also?” I focused and saw a chicken breast that somehow was placed on my plate and Carlos holding a bowl of asparagus and a spoon.

“Yes, thank you, Sir.”

“You seem distracted tonight, Michele, not at all your usual conversationalist. Was the flight here so tiring?”

“It … was fairly … hmmmmmm … it rather was … Sir … yes.” I looked up and saw Marie watching me intently. I had the feeling she was not sure I was going to be able to resist not cumming at the table. At that moment, I wasn’t either.

I focused on the food, which was very good, and the wine. The conversation turned light and away from me for the moment. The intense arousal I was feeling lowered only slightly, but that slightly was enough for now to gain some control over my body and participate more in the conversation. Then, it changed just like I knew it was bound to.

It was Carlos who brought the conversation back to me and my activities, “Michele, tell us, I have been wondering if you found the appropriate way to thank the pilots for the excellent care they have shown us.”

I glanced up at Marie and saw that she was suddenly aroused herself. I could clearly see her breasts under the sheer baby doll negligee, see the nipples pressing at the material, and clearly see that her breathing had quickened by the sight of her breast rising and falling more rapidly.

“Yes, Sir, I … I did. Between Phoenix and Austin, Sir … I fucked both of them. They … they seemed very … hmmmmmmm … very appreciative.” They asked for details about how and where. “In the cockpit, Sir. Both of them.”

“Was that safe?”

“They said it was, Sir. And …”

“And?”

“The view … it was amazing! It made me hotter, more aroused, it … it made me … nnnnnnnnnn … oooooooooo … Sir, and this … it made me feel even sluttier.”

Anthony asked, “Like you feel now, Michele? Compare how you feel now?”

“OH GOD! I … I … I feel … much sluttier now! Oh god, sitting … on … mmmmmmm … on a dildo … at the table while … eating with you … it vibrating inside me … ooooohhhhhhh … describing my fucking … of the pilots … OOOOOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOOOO!”

“Do you need to cum, Michele? Are you on the very verge of cumming, your body betraying your will to resist? If you need to cum, Michele, just ask for it.”

I looked across the table at Marie, her mouth was hanging open, her eyes wide as she watch what may have appeared like my body about to explode in front of her. I knew sweat was forming on my face and body, trickling down my back and between my breasts. “PLEASE, SIR … please let you submissive slut cum! Please, Sir, I will do anything you want or desire me to do, you know that, Sir. OOOOOOHHHHHHH … my god! Sir … hmmmmmmmm … it is … so close … for me to stop … I … don’t …”

My brain felt like it was in a fog, the need to cum was so intense and I didn’t even know how I was resisting now, much less how I could continue to resist. Then I heard him, “Get up from your chair, go to Marie and stand next to her, your feet wide apart, your hands clasped behind her head, your elbows pulled back so your breast jut out.”

I quickly got up from my chair, praying I wouldn’t cum, yet. I felt the dildo go to an even higher vibration as I rose off it. I glanced down at the chair seat as I put my hand on the table for support, it was soaked, moisture in small pools on the protective plastic. I moved around Carlos to Marie. Carlos reached out as I passed and pinched a nipple and I was sure I was going to cum, but I resisted still, again. I was so close, all I had to do was get to Marie to fully obey Anthony’s requirement. But as I approached her, I noticed she was holding something in her hand and I couldn’t make sense of it. It looked like an electric toothbrush, but that didn’t make any sense. I got into position next to her, my legs spread and my hands behind my head. She moved the thing toward my pussy and I knew what it was! It was a small headed vibrator, one intended for precise, intense stimulation of a small spot. Oh god! My clit! I stayed in position, locking my joints to resist the temptation to pull away at a minimum or to run which could be just as likely.

I looked to Anthony with pleading eyes, “Sir, when can I cum …? Sir?”

He waited, watching as Marie moved closer to me. My eyes, wide and pleading, moved from him to the little vibrator in Marie’s hand, inching, teasingly, to my pussy or more likely to my clit, which was already engorged and throbbing. My eyes went back and forth between the two, “Sir? Please … you said I could … “

The vibrator touched my clit, my eyes jerked to look down at it, held against me while I tried to stand rigid, unmoving. My head shot back, “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH … my … fucccckkkkinnngggggg … life. Hmmmmmmmmm … oooooooooooo … SIR! … PLEASE!”

“Cum, Michele! Cum in front of us like the slut you are, pleading to cum, pleading to display just how wanton you are when you release yourself for us.”

I nearly felt like my very being was spitting in two or a thousand pieces, my mind seemed to react as strongly as my pussy and clit, lights flashed across my eyes or inside my eyes. And when I started climaxing, my legs buckled, my hands dropped from behind my head and I just crumpled to the floor. I lay on my back, my legs splayed out in front of them, my pussy clenching on its own, around nothing, nothing at all inside to tighten around like it was confused by the entire experience, too. My legs shook and twitched, my arms shivering, my stomach muscles involuntarily spasming. All the while my unseeing eyes stared up at the ceiling, my mouth hung open as only grunts and gasps escaped.

I was being guided to the Great Room by Carlos. I was seated next to him on one of the couches, some leftover shudders continued to rack my body but they were less frequent. Carlos had his arm around me, holding me tightly to him, his hand on my breast, and it seemed to help calm my body. I felt a presence near us and turned my head from being pressed into Carlos’ chest, it is Marie, holding a drink out to me, a bourbon as I soon discovered. I take a gulp. I immediately regret it. My blood vessels are still open wide from the adrenaline of my orgasm and the strong drink shot directly to my brain. I am momentarily in a fog as my body adjusts to this new sensation.

Holding the drink to my breast, feeling the wet, cold outside of the glass against my skin, I hear urgent sounds and look into the Great Room and see Marie pressed over the back of one of the easy chair, Anthony behind her pounding his cock into her furiously.

Carlos comments on the obvious, “You made her so hot, she couldn’t wait any longer. She bent herself over the chair and told him she needed a good, hard fuck. Then, in her words, ‘we’ll see what position the next one is in.’ I think they are going to be preoccupied for a while.”

I looked up at him, “Sir, I want you to find relief, too. How would you like me to satisfy you?”

“In bed, dear, in bed. Can I take you to bed now? I want it to be slow and easy, I want to savor the time tonight. It’s like you never left.” I spend the night with Carlos and it is slow and easy. And, it is also very satisfying for both of us.

We enjoy a naked breakfast of coffee and fruit on the patio. After the excitement of yesterday, it almost feels like it is too soon that Anthony and I are taking a fast ferry to the neighboring island for the cruise ship departure. I am wearing the same sundress as I used for customs. It is the only real outfit I have with me. I am also wearing stockings and heels. We find the two couples that came down with me on Carlos’ private plane. The conversation is light and casual but also filled with esoteric references to our several past delightful, erotic filled, and lustful experiences together. As the ferry approaches the dock on the other side, they ask that we please allow time during the cruise for them to further explore my talents. Talents? I’ve never thought of it as ‘talents’, just the release of my body and mind to the full experience and enjoyment of sex.

We board a shuttle arranged to take us to the docks for large ships where the cruise liner awaits. As the shuttle pulls up to it, I am initially surprised that it isn’t bigger but also realizing that for this theme it probably needs some limitation for effectiveness.

At the registration area for the cruise ship, we have our roller bags, standing in line. Anthony has our passports and medical forms. I am hold the two dogs on short leashes. At the first registration station, our registration and account is confirmed. This is where I see that our account is under the name of Mr. R. All expenses will be billed directly to him. To me that seems convenient, simple , and freeing. Anthony appears a little perturbed, however.

“I asked him to leave it under my name. we argued a bit about it. Apparently, I lost.”

“What difference does it make? This would seem much simpler.”

“That was his point. And, it really shouldn’t matter, but from a security stand point I prefer to hide his financial involvement. Having that kind of money backing can become an unnecessary target. But, this should be good, we’ve checked out the company behind this venture.”

At the next station, we give our luggage to an attendant who marks it to our cabin assignment and places them on a cart designated for a section of the ship and then be delivered to our cabin. There is a short discussion about the dogs I am controlling. They are also checked off. There was apparently only one other dog pre-registered, but they have since cancelled at the last minute. Although they are supposed to be maintaining an efficient processing rate for arriving guests, his curiosity about bringing two dogs is too much for him. Anthony chuckles at the enquiry and leans towards him conspiratorially, “Remember that potato chip commercial where they say, ‘You can’t eat just one’? It’s kind of the same with her and dogs.”

My mouth drops open in shock at that comment and I blush profusely. But, I also can’t resist a smile, the comment has truth behind it and Anthony certainly knows that. So, I just look at the guy, smile and shrug my shoulders. He is studying me and smiles before continuing with providing us with the rest of the information we needed. I learn of an area at the back of the ship with sand that will be used for the dogs and cleaned several times a day. The dogs can stay on the floor in our room (assured to be very spacious) or in kennels at the back of the ship. I am please, I was assured the dogs would be well accounted for and comfortable. Carlos’ dogs were almost as important to me as our own.

Leaving that station, we entered the line for room assignment and the final registration for specific activity interests (get our wrist bands), copies of etiquette, rules, dining options, etc. This is where we received our wrist bands. They attached three bands to Anthony’s wrist: heterosexual, group, and a bright red one indicating that his participation was always with a specific partner (me). They asked for my wrist and checked their listing across from my name, Destiny. I smiled, that was for my protection of privacy. They started attaching wrist bands: Bi-sexual, submissive, group, b********y, gangbang, and the same bright red band.

Finally with our room card-keys, forms approved, and a listing of activity schedules, maps of the ship, etc., we are finally about to cross the gangway to the ship. As I step onto the ramp leading across the gap between the dock and the entryway in the side of the ship, I look to Anthony. I reach for his hand and find myself squeezing a little more intently than I thought I would. I take a deep breath that is not missed by him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I squeeze his hand, again, and hug his arm. “I am as long as you are here.”

“I will be alongside you the entire week, Michele. It’s just the two of us, but that is my commitment to you so you can be safe to let go.”

I squeezed his arms, again. “Thank you, Sir. I am ready for everything you have for me, then.”

As we step onto the ship, we have to use our card-key at the entry station. The card-key is our personal identification, credit card, and cabin access key all in one. Almost immediately after passing the entry station, Anthony stops me and has me strip to my stockings and heels. He is holding one of the backpacks open for me to put my sundress into, indicating that he will have it laundered to be returned to our cabin on the morning of our last day.

“So, I will be guaranteed to be without any covering clothes for the entire cruise. I will have no recourse but to be naked.”

“Correct. As you heard, negligees are acceptable in the dining rooms, even the formal ones. All the shore excursions we are signed up for are clothing optional. Of course, there is no ‘optional’ for you.” He is smiling and I can’t help but join him. Anthony is an incredibly attractive man in a thoroughly rugged and powerful way. And, I have come to trust him implicitly. Otherwise, I would not have submitted my body and being to his care. The idea of having no option for covering up takes on the complete feeling of reality now. Before, being told of the type of cruise this was intended to be, it was an idea, a concept for the mind. Right now, this instant as I unzipped my dress and let it fall to my feet, it became reality. And, I was already moistening.

I can’t help but peek around us and I see very clearly that I am the only one naked that I can see. I take a deep breath. Anthony is watching me. I take another deep breath, close my eyes, and when I open them I am looking slightly down, my feet are shoulder width apart and my hands are behind my back. I made the personal decision this morning on the ferry that I would fulfill Anthony’s requirements as much as was reasonable by the situation to have my hands behind my back when we were stopped in conversation or waiting. When walking or in some active movement, they would be at my sides or where appropriate for the activity. So, now, waiting for his direction, my hands are behind me at the small of my back, which has the effect of raising my breasts slightly more.

I glance up at him, he is still watching me. “Your slut is ready, Sir.”

“You’re amazing! As much as I have seen you naked, standing in front of me now, you look hotter and more desirable than I have ever seen you.”

He led me through the ship to a bank of elevators already crowded with people. I demurely suggest we could wait for another, but he insists and we crowd into it. We are pressed together and while in most situations that might make people uncomfortable as their personal space is violated, one of the people pressing into the group is naked. Before we reach our level, I have felt the hands of at least four different people on my body. Exiting at our level, I turn to look back into the elevator, make eye contact with the people who had been standing generally behind me, and smile. They smile back, this is after all a sexual adventure.

Anthony leads us down the narrow corridor to find our cabin where we also find our luggage is waiting. He uses his key-card and enters. That’s right, he doesn’t hold the door for me. He is the lead, I am the submissive and will follow him and his requirements this week. I pull in his roller bag which is quite heavy. I then pull mine in, which is almost weightless in comparison. The cabin is amazingly beautiful. I have heard about the tight spaces in cruise ship cabins, but this is very large in comparison to my expectation. Entering the room we are in a short hallway with closets on the right and the door to the bathroom on the left. The bathroom is tight, but the shower might be barely big enough for the two of us if we are eager enough to do it. At the end of the short hallway, the room opens up. Directly ahead is a living/sitting area with a large couch in front of me and facing the sliding door leading to what appears to be a spacious balcony. In front of the couch is a circular coffee table that looks very stable. That may have potential. To the right and left of the coffee table are comfortable looking easy chairs with end tables between the chairs and couch and lamps on each. To the left is the bedroom area. It is separated from the living area by the dresser with a large flat screen TV, presumably for watching in-room movies. The bed beyond is a nice sized bed for a cruise ship. Immediately to the left, on the wall of the bathroom, is a wet bar, small refrigerator, and microwave.

And on the wet bar is a basket of fresh fruit, a huge bouquet of tropical flowers, and two bottles of champagne. I look at Anthony and he shrugs, not from him, apparently. I take the card among the flowers and open it, “Dearest, Michele/Destiny: Last night was amazing! Thank you. Marie is still talking about it, has fucked me twice already this morning, and is watching me closely even now in the flower shop. I think seeing you being teased and controlled last night unleashed a new side of our girl. I hope I survive. ;-) I just want to remind you how much we all love you. You have given us so much that has enriched our lives and there is no possible way we could repay or thank you except, perhaps, to continue providing you with opportunities to experience the lustful pleasures you so enjoy. Have a wonderful, pleasurable, and exciting week. Please go gently with Anthony, I need him healthy when he returns. Love, Carlos & Marie.”

What a dear man. I had a tear running down my cheek and Anthony came to me immediately. Despite the roles we were in this week, he was still the caring, if tough and menacing, Anthony I knew and loved. I just hugged him. Pulling back only slightly, I kissed his mouth like I didn’t want to ever break it. When I did break it, I buried the side of my face into his chest, “Thank you, Anthony … Sir. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to serve you and to thank you for all the times you have been nearby as my protector. I will be the best submissive you have ever had.”

He chuckled, “You know this is a first for me, you tease.”

“But, it won’t be the last with me. At least, I hope not.” I kissed him, again. Then, I stepped back and resumed my position. “May I pour you some champagne, Sir? Or, is there somewhere we need to be?”

“I can’t imagine leaving right now. Champagne would be very nice.” Turned and found a nice easy chair and settled into it. I popped the cork, poured two glasses and brought them to him. He took his and opened his arms and I settled into his lap. I was almost purring, I was so content and happy.

We shifted to the balcony and resettled as we had been, me in his lap, as the ship made its way from the dock and headed for the harbor inlet and the open sea. The dogs were with us on the balcony but the rolling of the floor was clearly unsettling for them. I had placed some bedding on the balcony floor for them and they curled next to each other there. Anthony and I talked a little of the coming week, but mostly just small talk about the Marie and Carlos and what he had been doing lately. There was always some mystery surrounding this man, even to Marie. I was sure Carlos knew everything, but he had gaps in his time when he was away from the estate, but only when Carlos was secure within the estate and was remaining on the island. But, I was going to get nothing out of him, I could tell, so I cuddled a little deeper into him.

I kissed his neck, “Sir, as nice as this is, I thought there was a general meeting for the guests tonight.”

“There is, but there will be a reminder announced over the speaker system.” Neither one of us were wearing watches. Then, almost as if it was timed, the announcement he was waiting for came over the system. All guests were requested in the casino area for a Captain’s Social when introductions of the crew officers would be made and other pertinent general announcements. I stood from his lap, took his glass and placed both of them in the wet bar sink. Ships have a tendency to rock and roll at sea and things left on flat surfaces have an equal tendency to slid off eventually.

The balcony seemed secure so we left the dogs there with a bowl of water and the sliding door open for them. We return to the casino area for the social time as the ship headed into open water. Introductions of the crew were made with polite applause. Then some general housekeeping, scheduling, and safety rules and announcements were provided. All the while, of course, we were being served champagne by uniformed servers from the dining rooms. The cruise ship was small from the perspective of what we think of for cruise ships. This one would normally accommodate 100 guests. But, for this cruise the number was limited to 50 guests to allow for plenty of room. The guest rooms were all booked on the highest cabin levels and all will have balconies. The other level will be rooms open for activities among the guests. Anthony whispers that Carlos managed to secure one of the larger suites for us.

I look around, again, and as far as I can see, I am still the only one naked, and I am drawing a considerable amount of attention and interest. After the announcements and introduction are completed the real social time begins and people are coming up to us to talk, men and women are looking me over openly. I am receiving numerous touches to my bare ass but I don’t turn or give any indication of it bothering me or that it might be inappropriate. That is about the time our two couples friends spot us and rush over, giving me an especially meaningful hug, while I feel their hands wondering over me at the same time.

Just then, the Captain and the Events Director politely interrupt and ask for a moment with Anthony and me. We excuse ourselves and promise to spend more quality time later. We are guided to a location that affords a little bit of privacy and quiet but still within view of the party.

“We weren’t sure how we were going to find you quickly with all the people, but a steward just said, ‘Find the naked woman’. He said he saw you strip immediately on coming aboard and he recognized the b********y band. You are now the only person on board identified with that sexual interest.” He looked down at my wrist at my side. “Well, apparently only one of your interests.” We all smiled.

Although he was talking to us, he seemed to be having difficulty making very much eye contact. His eyes seemed to persist in dropping to my breasts and lower. Anthony noticed; hell, it was painfully obvious. “She has a marvelous body, doesn’t she.”

“I am so sorry, that is very unprofessional of me …”

“Please, don’t worry about it. She is after all naked, perhaps the only one in the room. If she wasn’t to be looked at, she wouldn’t be naked. Now, why did you want to find us?”

The Events Director jumped in, undoubtedly in an attempt to save her Captain, “This is all very unusual for us. This is the first time this ship has been contracted for such an event. We thought we knew what to expect, but it is only now beginning to sink in.”

I put my hands out to her and held hers, “Please, how can we help?”

“Well, how do I put this … well, you are the only one of the b********y category, but apparently there has been a lot of interest since people saw you boarding the ship with your dogs. Seeing you and the dogs caused people to express interest in what … well … what …”

I smiled at her and decided to save her, “What sex with a dog is like? Their curiosity is piqued?”

“Yes, that is it.”

“So, is there a line forming to try my dogs? Is that it? Or, are they just curious and would like to see me mated with the dogs?”

The poor woman was blushing profusely under her white ships uniform. “Ummm, yes, the latter. What I started thinking after receiving this information was to maybe add a new twist to this event. Clearly, this cruise is going to be a sexual adventure and not just for the guests. Not that the crew is encouraged to mingle with the guests, but we will find it difficult not to be exposed to the happenings on board. The rules for this cruise are quite clear that nudity and sexual play are permitted in most areas of the ship. What I was thinking about was, if you were comfortable to give a canine demonstration, a live sex show tonight, now, it would satisfy the requests being made and jump start the cruise activities.”

I looked at her, then the Captain. I reviewed my posture as I stood in front of them and realized my hands were at my side. I moved them to the small of my back, “For that you really need to speak to him.”

They both looked quickly at my wrist bands and then back at me, then to Anthony. He smiled, “Yes, a submissive. But, as you just witnessed, she is also a strong and confident woman. The submissiveness is just a part of her that needs to be fed from time to time.” He looked at me and smiled. “Yes, she can do that. We’ll go get the dogs, you let those interested know.”

We were back with the dogs not ten minutes later. Walking back into the reception, the slot machines went quiet as I went through the crowd with the two dogs on short leashes. I followed Anthony up to the stage where the Captain and Events Director were waiting. We went directly up to them, “We think you should consider one more announcement and a discussion with your crew members.”

The Captain looked concerned that there was something they missed, “What would that be?”

“You’ve said you are not restricting the crew from interacting on this cruise, but I wonder how you are intending to maintain control with the temptations and propositions that will be directed at your crew. These people are very comfortable with sex and to many of them there is an additional thrill in bringing someone into the activity who is new and even timid about it.”

“What do you suggest?”

“It is up to you, Captain, they are your crew and your responsibility for maintaining order and security, but it might be wise to limit the crew to only off-duty times for interaction with the passengers. And, for the passengers to restrict their propositions of crew members if they are wearing their official name tag. That way, if a crew member is even off-duty and out of uniform but doesn’t want to be approached, they can simply wear their name tag and be safe. I would imagine some of your crew will not want to participate. You need to be considerate of their interests and preferences or you will lose respect and control from your crew.”

“Thank you, Anthony. We’ll meet with all the crew members. I’ll add this rule for the passengers now.” And, he did. It was a minor rule addition and only further clarified interaction protocol. He then announced a special demonstration based on an already strong number of requests from passengers. “Tonight, to start the cruise off on a high note, the lone guest in the b********y category, Destiny, has consented to provide a demonstration with her dogs.”

There was appreciative applause and people started moving closer to the stage. The dogs were both still a little wary about the motion of the ship and now the clamor of people around us. People were around the small stage on three sides. As such, the people were spread around and only seemed two to four people deep with the deepest right in front. Looking out over the group around me, I now saw that there were now several women who were in various stages of undress but only above the waist. Several were in their bras and a few were bare above the waist. I was still the only one completely naked. And, I was to be the first to be seen publicly having sex before a large number of people, basically all the passengers.

The dogs were clearly still nervous because despite my naked presence with them, they were still not showing from their sheaths. I had them both lay on the stage floor and I got between them on my knees, purposely pointing my ass out to the front. I would later shift around to expose myself to each of the sides. Anthony was quite explicit about that part. I stroked each of the sheaths until I got a tip from each and then used my tongue on the tips. This was fairly routine procedure for Carlos’ dogs, too, as I knew Marie used the same techniques we did at home. Soon I had both cocks out far enough that I was sucking them alternately. When it was time, I shifted to present my ass to Tucker while I refocused my mouth’s attention to Shadow’s cock. Once I had Shadow’s cock in my mouth, I slipped one hand between my legs as Tucker mounted me. He was inside me smoothly and I lifted my mouth off the cock I had to gasp at the sudden penetration. Returning my mouth to Shadow, I enjoyed the fast pumping from Tucker. I was playing with Shadow, keeping him at the edge but not too soon. I wanted the three of us to climax close to the same time for effect.

When the knot was forced into my pussy, I was now assured of achieving my goal. After all I had experienced over the past day, I was again nearing a good orgasm. I worked hard on Shadow’s cock as Tucker continued to pound at my pussy, his knot locking us together. The next thing I knew, I had cum shooting into me at both ends. My pussy was being filled and my mouth was over filled, cum escaping around the cock in my mouth despite the frantic gulping I was attempting. I let Tucker turn on me so we were ass-to-ass, knowing this is the classic pose that is so representative of canine mating. While I was tied, I kept Shadow still by continuing to clean his cock by gentle sucking and licking. There was a heavy murmur from the crowd now as I was left tied, but when Tucker finally released me and I fell flat to the floor, my legs spread and pussy gaping open, cum visibly running out of it, there was a gasp and excited comments from the people behind me. Then a loud and energetic applause. Opening my eyes and smiling out at the people, I now saw more people with fewer clothes on, body parts being touched and stroked, male and female.

Anthony helped me up and the dogs watched from the locations they were lying. “You’re amazing. Every time I see you do that for a group, it is always amazing.”

I smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the mouth, fully aware that I just sucked off one of the dogs. “Thank you, Sir.”

The Events Director was standing right next to me. She was watching between my legs. Dog cum was leaking onto the insides of my thighs. She saw me watching her and she blushed. “I … sorry … but … that was more than amazing. I’ve never … seen … God, I am so hot right now. I’m sorry … I shouldn’t …”

I put my hands on her shoulders and look her in the eyes, “Don’t, I made myself the spectacle, you only looked at it. Did that really turn you on?”

She looked around her, saw the Captain greeting a few passengers and heading for the door. “Yes, terribly … or wonderfully.”

“Are you still on duty?”

She looked into my eyes, then glanced at Anthony looming beside me, “No. I was done after the introductions. We have security staff among the servers. Why?”

I reached to her uniform jacket and touched her name tag. “Natasha. I love your accent. It’s Eastern European, isn’t it? Where exactly?”

She was flustered by the change in attention to her, my standing so closely in front of her naked, fingering her name tag on her jacket over her right breast. “Ah … thank you. Yes, actually, I am Russian. I am from Russia, I should say.”

I looked at Anthony as I fingered her name tag. It read, ‘Norwegian Cruise Line, Natasha, Events Director’. He gave me a nod. She didn’t see Anthony’s reaction, her eyes were isolated between my eyes, my lips, my fingers on her name tag, and very clearly on my breasts. “Natasha, we find you very attractive.” She looked at my eyes, they were hungry. “May I take your name tag off, I would like to ask you a question that I can’t ask with your tag on.”

She blushed and nodded. She didn’t utter a sound, just nodded. I opened her jacket and unfastened the tag, then removing it. I closed it and put my hands onto her hips and slipped the tag into her skirt pocket. She looked at me, glanced at Anthony, and returned to me, not quite fully, more from the tops of her eyes.

“Natasha, we would like you to come to our cabin. I would like you to experience just a sampling of how good dogs are. Not full mating … but, you’ll love it, I know you will. Will you join us?”

She only nodded, again. I crouched down near the dogs and refastened their leashes. I stood up and gave the leash for Shadow to her. Now standing, both dogs moved to my pussy, sniffing the scent left behind by Tucker … and my own, of course. They didn’t move to her. She asked why, apparently her voice returning to her. I told her about the training. “But, if you get naked … I know they will be interested.”

“Even after just cumming?”

“We’ll give them a little time, but … yes.”

I took her hand in mine, she holding Shadow and me holding Tucker. Anthony turned and led the way to the exit and the elevator bank to our level. Inside the room, both dogs went out to the balcony, this was all very unusual for them and they seemed to continually want to check out the new smells, sounds, and sights of the open water. Even at night in the dark, apparently.

Anthony poured three glasses of champagne, which killed that bottle. Luckily, Carlos sent two as our welcome gift. Anthony took a seat in an easy chair, out of our way, but with an excellent, unobstructed view of us. I put my glass out and touched hers with a clink, we both took a sip. I didn’t offer any discussion or even words. I stood in front of her, not even three feet separating us, me being naked and just fucked by Tucker, she still dressed in her uniform. I watched her as her eyes flitted around to Anthony, the dogs on the balcony, me, the bed, me, again. I smiled at her and she nervously returned it. “Are you okay, Natasha? Okay with being here?”

She looked at me and flushed, “I … I’ve never … done this before. Be with a … a guest.”

“I know it not normal to interact this way with guests, but the rules are different on this cruise.”

“Yes, they had to be. It would be too blatant. We had to make concessions, be sure the crew wouldn’t be offended at the blatant nudity and sexuality. But, it feels so different now, experiencing it.”

“Are you okay, Natasha? I can’t speak for all the guests, but we don’t force, manipulate or seduce anyone into doing anything they are not comfortable with. These acts are too intimate to be played with. So, are you okay, Natasha?”

She looked at Anthony, the dogs and me. “Yes. Yes, I am. I do want this, thank you for being concerned for me, I appreciate that. I have been sexual in my life, but not so blatantly, I guess.”

I stepped to her, only an additional foot, but we were almost touching now. I put a hand to the side of her face, stroked it tenderly, then leaned in to kiss her lips. “Have you been with a woman, Natasha?”

“No, I haven’t, but … with you … I want to.”

“What about Anthony? We don’t want to make any presumptions.”

“Yes, oh yes, both of you. And … I don’t think I am ready to be fucked by the dogs, but … you said something … about a sampling …”

“I have just the thing in mind. We’ll do it together and we can play with Anthony at the same time. If at any time you want to stop or slow down or limit anything, just tell us. We will honor your wishes immediately. It would be good to warn your crew, I can’t say that all the guests will react the same way once the activities get started, especially the BDSM, slave, and gangbang groups.” I then leaned in and kissed her harder. I slipped the jacket off her shoulders, tossing it on the desk. Then came her blouse, each button being loosened while kissing. Then her skirt fell to the floor, I moved her to the side so she stepped out of it, and Anthony was behind her to pick it up. She reacted, gasping into my mouth, as she felt Anthony’s hands take her panty hose in his fingers and pulled them down over her hips and down her legs. I supported her with my hands on her bare waist between her bikini panties and bra as Anthony help remove the hose from her feet.

I looked over her shoulder and saw a naked Anthony. He must have started undressing when we started kissing and undressing her. When he embraced us both from behind her, pulling us into him, his cock pressed against her butt, thinly covered by the small panties, she groaned into my mouth. She released the kiss and pressed her face into my shoulder and she shook. Anthony’s hands were moving from her hips up her side, slipping between us and his hands over her bra covered breasts. I felt him gently, slowly turn her around from being in my arms to his arms. He looked into her eyes and moved to kiss her, gently at first, then harder, and then with much more passion. I heard her moan as she returned the kiss, her groin pushing into his. I smiled at them, although neither of them were aware as they only had interest in each other at the moment.

This time it was me who pressed my body to her back, pressing my bare breasts and erect nipples into her bare back. She moaned, again. I moved back slightly and unhooked her bra, then sliding the straps over her arms. She released him and moved back slightly for the bra to fall away her. He pulled her right back into him, feeling her now bare breasts against his chest. I slid my hands down her body to the waist of her tiny panties, hooked a finger of each hand in the waist band and pushed them over her hips. I crouched down behind her as I pulled her panties off her hips, kissing each cheek as I did. She moaned more. I stood back up and pressed into the two them, this time from the side. Anthony turned his head and accepted my kiss, then pulled away to allow me to kiss her, my hands stroking up and down the backs of each of them.

As they held onto each other, I opened the last bottle of champagne and filled the three glasses. I handed one to Anthony, another to Natasha, and I joined them as we all squeezed into the couch opposite the sliding balcony doors. There were a few lights in the distance, possibly indicating an island we were passing or another ship. We each held our glasses so that a free hand could stroke someone next to us, touching more and more of each other, more and more intimately.

I finished my glass and stood before them. Natasha looked at me, “You are beautiful, Destiny.”

“My name is Michele. We use Destiny to protect my identity in these situations. It feels important somehow that you know my real name.” I called the dogs in from the balcony. “Lay on the floor on your back.” I joined her there and instructed her to bend her knees and lay them out, obscenely opening herself. The dogs came to us and sniffed. I stroked Shadow’s head who had come to me. He then moved down my body and found the scent he was after. I groaned at the first touch of his tongue to my pussy. I turned my head and saw Natasha intently watching Tucker sniff at her pussy before flicking out his tongue and swiping the full length of it. She gasped loudly and sighed at the end. She turned her head to me, “I said you would love it.” She smiled but her eyes were closed as Tucker began licking at her in earnest.

I reached out my hand to her and she grabbed onto it, squeezing tightly. She turned her head to me, again, and her eyes were fogged, her face in a tense smile as her hips rose off the floor and she groaned deeply. I motioned for Anthony to come over to us and lie between us with his cock at the level of our heads. It was already hard. I motioned to Natasha and she looked over, now see a straining man cock between us. I anchor my hips to the floor but turn my shoulders to kiss his cock. Natasha duplicates my action and we are taking turns licking, kissing, and sucking his cock. Soon, he is the one moaning and groaning over our dual efforts on him.

I move away from the dog and motion her to do the same to straddle his midsection. I take his cock in my hand, point it to the ceiling, and she knows immediately my intention, sitting down on it quickly, taking him deeply in a single stroke. Both of them moan at the penetration. She begins rising and falling on his cock while I take turns kiss her, then him.

It doesn’t take long for both of them to cum, climaxing nearly together. Afterwards, she lies on along the top of his body, allowing their bodies to recover. Meanwhile, I have the last of the champagne poured into our glasses. I then get towels from the bathroom and spread them on the couch and encourage them onto it. They are cuddled on the couch while I sit in the easy chair, watching with a smile on my face. When they look up, I hold my glass up to them. They find and raise their own glasses and laugh, they move to the sides of the couch to make room for me. I raised my glass to each, again. We sipped quietly, resting.

I looked at Natasha, then Anthony, “Sir, would it be acceptable to include Natasha, again, if she is interested?”

She put her hand on my thigh, “It makes ME tingle to hear you ask him those things. In many ways, though, you don’t seem like a submissive.”

“She’s not in her normal life. She is very strong and self-confident. But, she has a submissive element to her that when used can open her up to truly enjoy situations that she might otherwise second guess herself about.”

“I am submissive to three men. Anthony, of course. My husband and another. All three are men of the highest integrity, love me, respect me as a woman and person, and who I trust implicitly to follow my limitations and boundaries, and to keep me safe in whatever situation they place me. In that way, I can let loose and focus just on giving pleasure.”

She turned to me and kissed me hard, a hand dropping to my breast. She broke the kiss and looked up at Anthony, “I would very much like the opportunity to be with you two, again. In fact, if I am not being to presumptuous, I will be off-duty the day after tomorrow when the ship is scheduled at a secluded beach for the day.” I look at Anthony and smile. He is quick to return it.

* * * CHAPTER 55C: MICHELE’S HEDONIST CRUISE – THE FIRST DAYS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.