Lost in Lust on a Luxury Cruise
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It was to have been our dream holiday, a Mediterranean cruise for my wife and I. We hadn't had a holiday for years due to her becoming wheelchair bound through disability but we scrimped and saved, finally getting a bargain by booking 18 months in advance. It wasn't to be though. My wife passed away 6 months before we were due to depart. It wasn't totally unexpected but, you know, we had hoped. To be honest, I'd forgotten about the cruise in all the emotional turmoil of the funeral and so on and when the email reminders arrived, it was my family who convinced me I should still go. It was all paid for and the penalties for cancelling were so high it would be a waste, but still, a cruise on my own?
Due to her condition, my wife and I hadn't had a physical relationship for over 10 years. I coped by masturbating rather more than I should have perhaps and occasionally scratching my bisexual itch with guys in anonymous hotel hook-ups. The thought of starting relationships and a normal sex life at 52 was a bit daunting, but maybe I would meet someone on a cruise? Maybe it was a perfect way to ease myself back into a social life?
Or maybe it was the chance for something more?
All those years of porn and my imagination meant I yearned for more than just vanilla sex. The thought of meeting a woman and then spending years in a relationship of roll on, roll off sex with the occasional blow job didn't appeal. I wanted a woman who could join me in exploring sexuality and trying new things. I could perhaps join a dating agency and hope to find such a woman that way or I could perhaps short circuit the process by looking somewhere more focused on sex. Somewhere like Xhamster perhaps?
I thought about it and the more I did, the more I became convinced it was a good idea.
So I changed my profile -
Early 50s male seeks travelling companion
Hi - Join me on a Mediterranean Cruise this November. All expenses paid holiday for the right woman who can join me in a luxury cabin on board a cruise liner visiting Lisbon, Barcelona, Rome and more!
You must be open-minded and confident - sharing this holiday means sharing my bed and maybe more!
I hit "post" and waited
I'd like to say I was immediately flooded with replies, but I wasn't. The first few were along the lines of "Are you serious?" and "You're weird" but there were a few genuine messages. Some were discounted because after seeing the pics, frankly there wasn't a spark.
I met a few locally, social first and a couple where we made it to a hotel room. One was a really convincing TV - I mean ladyboy convincing. When she walked into the pub on my arm every guy and a few women stopped to look as she was drop dead gorgeous. However the sex was... disappointing. Maybe it was the hormones but her tiny cock did nothing for me and although she gave a great blow job, the clincher was when she used the loo in the hotel room and let out a rip-roaring fart that would have made a rugby team blush.
The dom was... interesting. She arrived in a long leather coat which opened as she walked to reveal black latex stockings and a red rubber basque. Not the normal attire for a Premier Inn pub but it had me hard in seconds. I did find it difficult to let her take charge of the meet though, although she somehow got me d*unk enough to allow her to put a dog collar and lead on me in the bar before dragging me up to the hotel room past the bemused girl at reception. Once in the room she tipped out a bag of toys including some of the biggest strap on dildos I'd ever seen which made my knees go weak in anticipation but first she made me kneel naked in front of her. Pulling the gusset of her knickers to one side she commanded me to "Lick the lotus blossom, bitch!". Oh my, she tasted good. Her hot, slick pussy lips parted easily and my tongue lapped at her sweet smelling cunny.
"whack!" The riding crop smacked against my back sending an electric shock of pain convulsing through my body. I reflexively stood up and exclaimed, "Jesusfuckingchrist! Do that again and I'll break your fucking jaw" as I grabbed the crop from her and snapped it in half.
That was the point we decided I might not be into S&M so she gathered her toys and left.
But throughout these frustrating meetings, I'd been swapping messages with Sandra, a 43 year old divorcee from Plymouth. The messages had been slow burning, hinting at things that may happen without being crude and I have to admit I'd been looking forward to each one. Unfortunately we couldn't meet because I was in Scotland and she was so far away but then she phoned me.
Over a long telephone conversation, my idea for the cruise changed dramatically. I had hoped for a travelling companion who would be available for sex and I'd had a couple of replies from women who made it clear they were paying for a holiday by spreading their legs but Sandra wanted more.
She'd divorced last year after her youngest daughter turned 18 and left home. With the k**s gone, she'd raised the courage to tell her husband that the love had gone too - not easy to do after a 23 year marriage - but she said they'd started as c***dhood sweethearts, became lovers, then a couple but over time this had become nothing more than friendship. They parted amicably, both young enough to start again but Sandra found that the idea of freedom she'd had in her head didn't match the reality. The guys she met through friends and dating sites all seemed to want either a relationship or just vanilla sex. The sex had been ok, it scratched that itch, but she had no desire to get in another relationship.
She joined Xhamster after a friend recommended it but, because she felt her friend would be watching her profile, she hadn't really wanted to put down her real desires and needs and as a result her meets were largely boring and repetitive.
Then she saw my meet request and she had a lightbulb moment. A cruise offered us both the chance to step outside ourselves, to get away from our daily lives and, for a fortnight at least, be the people we really wanted to be inside. Even better - with every destination we could indulge a different facet of our sexualities!
I loved the idea from the start - surprise, surprise. As Sandra opened up and described everything she wanted to try; dom, sub, lesbian, group sex, gangbangs, anal and so on I had to rein her in a bit and tell her I had limits.
"Oh" she paused with a note of disappointment, "like what?"
I hesitated at the other end of the line, scared that what sounded like an experience of a lifetime might be chased away by my prudishness. I swallowed and said
"I love the idea of group sex, bisexual, gay, straight, bondage, dressing up, cuckoldry... everything you've mentioned but I have to draw the line at watersports and ... stuff"
There was a pause, I could hear her breathing.
"What stuff?"
"Well, it starts with watersports then moves on to ..."
"Stop! Watersports doesn't do it for me and the rest sounds disgusting!"
Inside my heart leapt but she went on.
"I really do want to try everything there is to offer but in my experience men get possessive, despite all assurances to the contrary. Can you promise me you won't get jealous and try to keep things one on one?"
I laughed and reassured her I wouldn't, then I had a thought.
"Tell you what, here's a challenge. It's 7pm now. By midnight I want you to make a whatsapp video call to me and I want you to show me your pussy full of another man's cum"
"Wow" she laughed, "That's random. Are you serious?"
"Why not?" I replied. "I want to know that you're as spontaneous and randy as you say."
The line went quiet although I could hear her breathing.
Then
"OK"
We were in for a surprise when we arrived at the ship in Southampton. I'd originally booked disabled accommodation for my wife but had contacted the cruise line and explained I wouldn't need the adapted room. They had left the booking in place but upon our arrival they told us that a last minute request had come in and they were going to have to move us. I had visions of being moved to a pokey wee cabin with no view but we were in for a shock.
The steward opened the doors and waved us in. Sandra led the way and gasped, then squeaked in excitement - we had been given a luxury suite at the front of the ship with wall to ceiling windows on three sides of our enormous set of rooms and a balcony running the full width. There were two bedrooms, a living area, a huge bathroom and separate WCs with walk in showers. A grand piano stood in one corner of the room next to a fully stocked bar.
The master bedroom had a huge four poster bed d****d with curtains and Sandra leapt upon it squeaking ecstatically "OMG Fuck me now!"
The steward standing beside me said under his breath "Oh yes please". I didn't blame him. Sandra was stunning, dark long hair falling over her shoulders framing a gorgeous face with laughing eyes and a mischievous grin. Not a stick insect, she was perhaps a size 16 but in perfect proportions and an hourglass figure. As she bounced on the bed her full breasts threatened to spill out of the simple halter neck black dress she was wearing, the hem of which had ridden up to show more of her shapely legs. I couldn't blame the young steward, no more than 20, for appreciating the view.
I leaned in to him and spoke softly, "Play your cards right and you'll get your chance".
He turned sharply, a bit embarrassed that I'd heard him perhaps and he started to blush.
"What do you think Sandra, you're turning this young man on so much I think he'd like to join you on that bed".
Sandra laughed and got to her feet. "No, I don't think so". She crossed the room to take her bag from him, "Not tonight anyway". She kissed him on the cheek and we thanked him as he left.
We explored the suite together, marvelling at the luxury.
"How the other half lives eh?" I said
"Yes" she replied, "but let's live that life for the next two weeks and enjoy every moment of it. I know we have a lot of plans but tonight Ben, let's start with just you and I. Let's go for a meal, have a first date and get to know each other".
To be honest, considering I'd watched this woman spread her pussy lips on camera to allow a full load of spunk to ooze out, running between her cheeks and dripping over her arsehole, I felt I knew a little bit about her already. Her response to my challenge had been to call up one of her fuck buddies on Fab to come and help her out. He'd been more than happy but had been a little freaked out when she asked him to hold the phone while she showed me her well fucked cunt.
We dressed up for the welcoming dinner onboard. Being in the Royal Suite meant we were automatically at the Captain's table with about a dozen others. To be honest, although wealthy, our dinner companions were remarkably dull. Most were retirees, spending their k**'s inheritances and their conversations revolved around stocks and shares - dull, dull, dull. Sandra and I chatted a little but it wasn't the romantic meal for two we envisaged. The Captain was nice enough, in his 50s with that calm authority that senior officers always have. He had spotted that we seemed ill at ease with our dining companions so, leaning over, he asked if we would like a little tour. We gratefully accepted and he proceeded to show us around the working areas of the ship - mainly the bridge and communication areas before taking us high onto a secluded deck above the bridge where a table for two had been set and our steward from earlier was waiting with a bottle of champagne.
"Please, enjoy yourselves" the Captain said as he left the three of us alone.
It really was a magical spot with an unobstructed view on three sides and high enough that it was possible to believe we were floating in the night sky above a black ocean s**ttered with diamonds reflecting the moonlight. Sandra said later it was possibly the most romantic couple of hours of her life as we talked in the warm breeze and our attentive steward served course after course of beautiful food - always making sure our glasses were topped off with champagne before stepping back a respectful distance to give us privacy. Inevitably the champagne began to have an effect and as our lips loosened, the conversation turned more raunchy.
"You made me carry out a challenge but you didn't do one for me?" Sandra said, smiling.
"Well, you never asked. Do you have one in mind?"
"Yes. You see that steward, the one who's had his eyes glued to my cleavage all night?"
To be fair, she had been making sure she gave him an eyeful in her low cut dress at every opportunity but I replied "Yes, what about him?"
"Suck his cock"
I laughed, partly in surprise but also because it just seemed so incongruous. We were on this magical platform soaring above the seas in the night sky and the thought of what she was proposing seemed bizarre.
"I'm serious" She waved the steward over and smiled at him.
"Have you been enjoying the view of my tits? Don't answer, I can see by the bulge in your trousers you have. Don't worry, I'm not offended, you're not going to get in trouble but," at this she slipped her dress straps off her shoulders and unhooked her bra to uncover her large, heavy breasts. "I want to see your cock"
The steward looked nervously at me and I smiled, "Go ahead son, she's in charge".
As Sandra massaged her tits, tweaking her large nipples in the night air, the steward unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers and underpants in one move, allowing an impressively solid 7" prick to break free. It was throbbing visibly and totally shaved as seems to be the style now. He rolled back his foreskin revealing a swollen purple knob and moved towards Sandra's face.
"Oh not for me, for him" Sandra reached out to his cock and pointed it towards me. To be fair to the lad, he barely hesitated and I found his cock in my hand with my mouth inches from his knob.
Sandra watched fascinated - "Fuck, I've always wanted to see this".
I squeezed his cock in my fist, forcing a drop of pre-cum to the tip. My tongue darted out to taste before I engulfed him in my mouth. His cum tasted lovely, his cock clean and I swallowed more, grabbing his arse to pull him into my mouth. He groaned as I swallowed him and we set up a rythym to the skull fucking he began to give me. He pulled my head onto his thrusting cock and I felt his balls slapping on my chin. I alternated between trying to suck the spunk from his balls and gagging as his knob hit the back of my throat. Sandra was enjoying the show exhorting me to "Suck that cock, let me see it glisten" and "Fuck his face" to our friendly steward. Before long I felt his cock expanding in his mouth and knew he wasn't far away. I held out my hand to Sandra, feeling blindly for her face until my fingers slipped into her mouth. She sucked hard on them as I sucked his cock then, with my fingers dripping with her saliva, I reached for his arse. My thumb pressed hard on his perineum as my finger slipped into his arsehole.
He gasped loudly and as his arse muscles clamped onto my finger, his cock exploded into my mouth. I swallowed his first shots but had to back off as his spunk filled my mouth to overflowing. His spasming cock shot load after load over my face. I heard gasps from Sandra and looked over just as she was taking her hand out from under her dress where she'd been playing with herself. As the steward shook the last drops of cum onto my tongue she leaned over the table to kiss me.
"God that was so fucking hot. Take me back to that four poster bed and screw me"
"Let me get cleaned up first" I gasped
"Fuck no, come as you are" she said as she scooped her tits back into her dress. The steward was doing up his trousers as Sandra led the way to the room, with me following - cum dripping from my face.
Due to her condition, my wife and I hadn't had a physical relationship for over 10 years. I coped by masturbating rather more than I should have perhaps and occasionally scratching my bisexual itch with guys in anonymous hotel hook-ups. The thought of starting relationships and a normal sex life at 52 was a bit daunting, but maybe I would meet someone on a cruise? Maybe it was a perfect way to ease myself back into a social life?
Or maybe it was the chance for something more?
All those years of porn and my imagination meant I yearned for more than just vanilla sex. The thought of meeting a woman and then spending years in a relationship of roll on, roll off sex with the occasional blow job didn't appeal. I wanted a woman who could join me in exploring sexuality and trying new things. I could perhaps join a dating agency and hope to find such a woman that way or I could perhaps short circuit the process by looking somewhere more focused on sex. Somewhere like Xhamster perhaps?
I thought about it and the more I did, the more I became convinced it was a good idea.
So I changed my profile -
Early 50s male seeks travelling companion
Hi - Join me on a Mediterranean Cruise this November. All expenses paid holiday for the right woman who can join me in a luxury cabin on board a cruise liner visiting Lisbon, Barcelona, Rome and more!
You must be open-minded and confident - sharing this holiday means sharing my bed and maybe more!
I hit "post" and waited
I'd like to say I was immediately flooded with replies, but I wasn't. The first few were along the lines of "Are you serious?" and "You're weird" but there were a few genuine messages. Some were discounted because after seeing the pics, frankly there wasn't a spark.
I met a few locally, social first and a couple where we made it to a hotel room. One was a really convincing TV - I mean ladyboy convincing. When she walked into the pub on my arm every guy and a few women stopped to look as she was drop dead gorgeous. However the sex was... disappointing. Maybe it was the hormones but her tiny cock did nothing for me and although she gave a great blow job, the clincher was when she used the loo in the hotel room and let out a rip-roaring fart that would have made a rugby team blush.
The dom was... interesting. She arrived in a long leather coat which opened as she walked to reveal black latex stockings and a red rubber basque. Not the normal attire for a Premier Inn pub but it had me hard in seconds. I did find it difficult to let her take charge of the meet though, although she somehow got me d*unk enough to allow her to put a dog collar and lead on me in the bar before dragging me up to the hotel room past the bemused girl at reception. Once in the room she tipped out a bag of toys including some of the biggest strap on dildos I'd ever seen which made my knees go weak in anticipation but first she made me kneel naked in front of her. Pulling the gusset of her knickers to one side she commanded me to "Lick the lotus blossom, bitch!". Oh my, she tasted good. Her hot, slick pussy lips parted easily and my tongue lapped at her sweet smelling cunny.
"whack!" The riding crop smacked against my back sending an electric shock of pain convulsing through my body. I reflexively stood up and exclaimed, "Jesusfuckingchrist! Do that again and I'll break your fucking jaw" as I grabbed the crop from her and snapped it in half.
That was the point we decided I might not be into S&M so she gathered her toys and left.
But throughout these frustrating meetings, I'd been swapping messages with Sandra, a 43 year old divorcee from Plymouth. The messages had been slow burning, hinting at things that may happen without being crude and I have to admit I'd been looking forward to each one. Unfortunately we couldn't meet because I was in Scotland and she was so far away but then she phoned me.
Over a long telephone conversation, my idea for the cruise changed dramatically. I had hoped for a travelling companion who would be available for sex and I'd had a couple of replies from women who made it clear they were paying for a holiday by spreading their legs but Sandra wanted more.
She'd divorced last year after her youngest daughter turned 18 and left home. With the k**s gone, she'd raised the courage to tell her husband that the love had gone too - not easy to do after a 23 year marriage - but she said they'd started as c***dhood sweethearts, became lovers, then a couple but over time this had become nothing more than friendship. They parted amicably, both young enough to start again but Sandra found that the idea of freedom she'd had in her head didn't match the reality. The guys she met through friends and dating sites all seemed to want either a relationship or just vanilla sex. The sex had been ok, it scratched that itch, but she had no desire to get in another relationship.
She joined Xhamster after a friend recommended it but, because she felt her friend would be watching her profile, she hadn't really wanted to put down her real desires and needs and as a result her meets were largely boring and repetitive.
Then she saw my meet request and she had a lightbulb moment. A cruise offered us both the chance to step outside ourselves, to get away from our daily lives and, for a fortnight at least, be the people we really wanted to be inside. Even better - with every destination we could indulge a different facet of our sexualities!
I loved the idea from the start - surprise, surprise. As Sandra opened up and described everything she wanted to try; dom, sub, lesbian, group sex, gangbangs, anal and so on I had to rein her in a bit and tell her I had limits.
"Oh" she paused with a note of disappointment, "like what?"
I hesitated at the other end of the line, scared that what sounded like an experience of a lifetime might be chased away by my prudishness. I swallowed and said
"I love the idea of group sex, bisexual, gay, straight, bondage, dressing up, cuckoldry... everything you've mentioned but I have to draw the line at watersports and ... stuff"
There was a pause, I could hear her breathing.
"What stuff?"
"Well, it starts with watersports then moves on to ..."
"Stop! Watersports doesn't do it for me and the rest sounds disgusting!"
Inside my heart leapt but she went on.
"I really do want to try everything there is to offer but in my experience men get possessive, despite all assurances to the contrary. Can you promise me you won't get jealous and try to keep things one on one?"
I laughed and reassured her I wouldn't, then I had a thought.
"Tell you what, here's a challenge. It's 7pm now. By midnight I want you to make a whatsapp video call to me and I want you to show me your pussy full of another man's cum"
"Wow" she laughed, "That's random. Are you serious?"
"Why not?" I replied. "I want to know that you're as spontaneous and randy as you say."
The line went quiet although I could hear her breathing.
Then
"OK"
We were in for a surprise when we arrived at the ship in Southampton. I'd originally booked disabled accommodation for my wife but had contacted the cruise line and explained I wouldn't need the adapted room. They had left the booking in place but upon our arrival they told us that a last minute request had come in and they were going to have to move us. I had visions of being moved to a pokey wee cabin with no view but we were in for a shock.
The steward opened the doors and waved us in. Sandra led the way and gasped, then squeaked in excitement - we had been given a luxury suite at the front of the ship with wall to ceiling windows on three sides of our enormous set of rooms and a balcony running the full width. There were two bedrooms, a living area, a huge bathroom and separate WCs with walk in showers. A grand piano stood in one corner of the room next to a fully stocked bar.
The master bedroom had a huge four poster bed d****d with curtains and Sandra leapt upon it squeaking ecstatically "OMG Fuck me now!"
The steward standing beside me said under his breath "Oh yes please". I didn't blame him. Sandra was stunning, dark long hair falling over her shoulders framing a gorgeous face with laughing eyes and a mischievous grin. Not a stick insect, she was perhaps a size 16 but in perfect proportions and an hourglass figure. As she bounced on the bed her full breasts threatened to spill out of the simple halter neck black dress she was wearing, the hem of which had ridden up to show more of her shapely legs. I couldn't blame the young steward, no more than 20, for appreciating the view.
I leaned in to him and spoke softly, "Play your cards right and you'll get your chance".
He turned sharply, a bit embarrassed that I'd heard him perhaps and he started to blush.
"What do you think Sandra, you're turning this young man on so much I think he'd like to join you on that bed".
Sandra laughed and got to her feet. "No, I don't think so". She crossed the room to take her bag from him, "Not tonight anyway". She kissed him on the cheek and we thanked him as he left.
We explored the suite together, marvelling at the luxury.
"How the other half lives eh?" I said
"Yes" she replied, "but let's live that life for the next two weeks and enjoy every moment of it. I know we have a lot of plans but tonight Ben, let's start with just you and I. Let's go for a meal, have a first date and get to know each other".
To be honest, considering I'd watched this woman spread her pussy lips on camera to allow a full load of spunk to ooze out, running between her cheeks and dripping over her arsehole, I felt I knew a little bit about her already. Her response to my challenge had been to call up one of her fuck buddies on Fab to come and help her out. He'd been more than happy but had been a little freaked out when she asked him to hold the phone while she showed me her well fucked cunt.
We dressed up for the welcoming dinner onboard. Being in the Royal Suite meant we were automatically at the Captain's table with about a dozen others. To be honest, although wealthy, our dinner companions were remarkably dull. Most were retirees, spending their k**'s inheritances and their conversations revolved around stocks and shares - dull, dull, dull. Sandra and I chatted a little but it wasn't the romantic meal for two we envisaged. The Captain was nice enough, in his 50s with that calm authority that senior officers always have. He had spotted that we seemed ill at ease with our dining companions so, leaning over, he asked if we would like a little tour. We gratefully accepted and he proceeded to show us around the working areas of the ship - mainly the bridge and communication areas before taking us high onto a secluded deck above the bridge where a table for two had been set and our steward from earlier was waiting with a bottle of champagne.
"Please, enjoy yourselves" the Captain said as he left the three of us alone.
It really was a magical spot with an unobstructed view on three sides and high enough that it was possible to believe we were floating in the night sky above a black ocean s**ttered with diamonds reflecting the moonlight. Sandra said later it was possibly the most romantic couple of hours of her life as we talked in the warm breeze and our attentive steward served course after course of beautiful food - always making sure our glasses were topped off with champagne before stepping back a respectful distance to give us privacy. Inevitably the champagne began to have an effect and as our lips loosened, the conversation turned more raunchy.
"You made me carry out a challenge but you didn't do one for me?" Sandra said, smiling.
"Well, you never asked. Do you have one in mind?"
"Yes. You see that steward, the one who's had his eyes glued to my cleavage all night?"
To be fair, she had been making sure she gave him an eyeful in her low cut dress at every opportunity but I replied "Yes, what about him?"
"Suck his cock"
I laughed, partly in surprise but also because it just seemed so incongruous. We were on this magical platform soaring above the seas in the night sky and the thought of what she was proposing seemed bizarre.
"I'm serious" She waved the steward over and smiled at him.
"Have you been enjoying the view of my tits? Don't answer, I can see by the bulge in your trousers you have. Don't worry, I'm not offended, you're not going to get in trouble but," at this she slipped her dress straps off her shoulders and unhooked her bra to uncover her large, heavy breasts. "I want to see your cock"
The steward looked nervously at me and I smiled, "Go ahead son, she's in charge".
As Sandra massaged her tits, tweaking her large nipples in the night air, the steward unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers and underpants in one move, allowing an impressively solid 7" prick to break free. It was throbbing visibly and totally shaved as seems to be the style now. He rolled back his foreskin revealing a swollen purple knob and moved towards Sandra's face.
"Oh not for me, for him" Sandra reached out to his cock and pointed it towards me. To be fair to the lad, he barely hesitated and I found his cock in my hand with my mouth inches from his knob.
Sandra watched fascinated - "Fuck, I've always wanted to see this".
I squeezed his cock in my fist, forcing a drop of pre-cum to the tip. My tongue darted out to taste before I engulfed him in my mouth. His cum tasted lovely, his cock clean and I swallowed more, grabbing his arse to pull him into my mouth. He groaned as I swallowed him and we set up a rythym to the skull fucking he began to give me. He pulled my head onto his thrusting cock and I felt his balls slapping on my chin. I alternated between trying to suck the spunk from his balls and gagging as his knob hit the back of my throat. Sandra was enjoying the show exhorting me to "Suck that cock, let me see it glisten" and "Fuck his face" to our friendly steward. Before long I felt his cock expanding in his mouth and knew he wasn't far away. I held out my hand to Sandra, feeling blindly for her face until my fingers slipped into her mouth. She sucked hard on them as I sucked his cock then, with my fingers dripping with her saliva, I reached for his arse. My thumb pressed hard on his perineum as my finger slipped into his arsehole.
He gasped loudly and as his arse muscles clamped onto my finger, his cock exploded into my mouth. I swallowed his first shots but had to back off as his spunk filled my mouth to overflowing. His spasming cock shot load after load over my face. I heard gasps from Sandra and looked over just as she was taking her hand out from under her dress where she'd been playing with herself. As the steward shook the last drops of cum onto my tongue she leaned over the table to kiss me.
"God that was so fucking hot. Take me back to that four poster bed and screw me"
"Let me get cleaned up first" I gasped
"Fuck no, come as you are" she said as she scooped her tits back into her dress. The steward was doing up his trousers as Sandra led the way to the room, with me following - cum dripping from my face.
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