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A Pregnant CruiseChapter 3: Heading Home free porn video
It was after dark that evening before we tied up in a port, clearly Arab from the number of minarets visible on the skyline, and presumably North African.
Just after lunch the next day, four Arab men arrived in two separate cars. They were brought into the lounge, where I was again serving as barman, wearing my 'eunuch' baggy shorts. The girls offered drinks, wearing nothing but a smile. The guests were fascinated, and quickly felt up their tits and buttocks, to which the girls administered playful slaps and giggled.
The role of Moussa and Zohra was now clear. They were interpreters in what was clearly intensive bargaining to sell the goods (largely art and jewellery) which the crew had fenced.
Two of the Arab men were taken by most of the crew to view the merchandise. Only Andy remained as a guard with us and the other two. As the boss left, however, he quietly instructed me to offer the two girls to the two guests remaining behind: "One can use their stateroom, and the other one mine. You had better make sure they are happy, or I shall be mad. Andy will report if you are not trying hard enough!"
The message was clear: I had to pimp my wife and daughter! As soon as the other left, I beckoned to the two remaining Arabs.
I leaned across the bar, and whispered: "Girl - you want while you wait?"
Their English was not good, but they got the message, and their eyes brightened. One of them asked: "How much?"
"No", I replied, "It's free for our guests"
They looked the girls over, and had a short but animated conversation. Then one of them fished out a coin and spun it. They laughed at the result, and immediately one grabbed Paula by the hand, and the other one Lara, and disappeared with them to the staterooms.
My humiliation was by now complete as Andy gave me a thumbs-up sign.
About half-an-hour later, everyone returned at about the same time. Paula and Lara had clear cum-trails running down their inner thighs, which they made no attempt to hide. The two who had been with them obviously gave a glowing report to the other pair, who in turn said something to Moussa and Zohra.
They translated. In essence, they agreed to the Boss' prices, provided they too could spend time with the two 'whores'. There was immediate agreement, and this pair went with Paula and Lara, while their first partners accompanied the crew to inspect the merchandise.
Finally, everyone was back, agreements were obviously reached, and all settled back to drink on the successful conclusion of business. I poured drinks, and the girls served, before sitting between pairs of our Arab visitors. There was more discussion in Arabic. Zohra translated. Each pair wanted to have a last session with one of the girls while the goods they had purchased were packed in the cars.
The Boss gave a thumbs up, and the two girls disappeared again with the four men. It was about 40 minutes later before they reappeared, both girls showing spatters of cum around lips, tits and in their pubic hair. The men all greeted me behind the bar, and slipped me 20 US Dollar notes. I was much later to discover that they had given the girls 100 Dollars each, which they had secreted in their toilet bags. So there was no remaining doubt: They were prostitutes and I was their pimp.
Early the next morning we set sail again, and cruised all day in sight of the African coast, before entering another port towards dusk. The following day turned out to be almost an action replay of events at the previous African port.
At the third port, there was a slight difference in that only two Arab traders arrived in separate vehicles.
Both were tall, sleek and bejewelled indicating tremendous wealth, but enormously fat as well.
When the first of the two men went off with the crew, I started my usual "You want a girl while you wait?" He looked the two over, roared in laughter, and took both of them with him to the stateroom. When they eventually returned, I could see that Paula had streaks of cum around her mouth. But it was many weeks later before I got the story out of them.
He had made the two of them lie across the bed in a 69 position with Lara on top. He then knelt behind one of them, and slammed his cock into her pussy, as the other girl licked along his shaft. After a few minutes, he pulled out and went behind the other with the roles reversed. Then back to the first one. And so he continued fucking them both and alternating ends at least half a dozen times until he came in Lara, so that Paula lying underneath got a final mouthful of cum mixed with Lara's juices as he pulled out.
The other Arab guest returned just a few minutes later.
He looked fascinated at the sight of the girls, and spoke animatedly to his colleague. He immediately grabbed the two girls, and without waiting for an invitation dragged them off for his turn. On their return, it was Lara with an evident mouthful of cum.
When all were back in the lounge, there was further discussion in Arabic, after which Moussa translated.
"These two are prepared to take all our remaining stock at a 5% premium over the agreed prices. But this is on condition that they can have the use of the whores tomorrow. They want to bring a group of teenage boys, their sons and nephews, for a bit of experience in the ways of sex."
"Agreed!" said the Boss without any consultation with the others.
And so it was that late the next morning a fleet of cars arrived at the wharf, from which emerged our guests of the previous day, and eight boys between 14 and 16 years old.
Juices were served to the boys, and then they were allowed to feel Paula's and Lara's tits and backsides, and to insert fingers up their pussies. All this was to the accompaniment of continuous comment from their two adults.
Then the boys were formed into a ring, with Paula and Lara kneeling in front of two of the boys at opposite sides.
Zohra gave me a referee's whistle, and translated the instructions: "The two girls will start sucking the cocks of two of the boys. After exactly one minute, you should blow the whistle. The girls must then move one boy to their right, and start sucking them, again for one minute. As this continues, each boy who comes drops out of the circle until only two are left. The girls then suck these two to completion and swallow their cum".
The first three came pretty quickly, usually as a result of continuing to rub themselves after their minute was up. They were allowed to move closer to one of the girls, to spray cum over their hair and backs rather than on the deck.
The first cummers were clearly teased by the rest, but two more came not long after. At this point, only three were left. They seemed to last a long time, having the discipline not to touch themselves while they were odd man out. But eventually, one of them, having Paula take him in her mouth just after Lara was finished, ejaculated almost instantly as her lips closed round his prick. She pulled back and most of it sprayed over her face and tits.
That left the final two, who did not last much longer, but you could see the satisfaction on their faces as they pumped their loads into the girls' mouths, and you could see their throats working as they swallowed the loads.
Everyone sat for a while to catch breath and to have more juices.
Then the two girls were seated on chairs facing each other, some yards apart. Four boys were lined up at each. It was going to be much the same idea, but this time the boys could stick their cocks right into their warm pussies. Once again, I was given the whistle to blow after each minute. As soon as a boy was finished, he joined the queue for the next girl.
This round took much longer, and almost all the boys managed to hold on to deposit their seed into one of the girls' cunts. As I was watching, it occurred to me that we had been on board for about 12 days, and that Paula and Lara's periods had ended just before we joined. They were thus probably pretty fertile if they weren't pregnant yet, so that all these loads of cum would surely seal their fate.
Finally, when all the boys had come, each of the two adults took a girl, laid her on a bunk, and fucked them missionary style in front of everyone. Their bellies were massive, and seemed to squash the girls, but they still smiled and actively thrust back against their partners, encouraging them to cum.
By the next morning, the Boss announced that the trip had been very successful, and that we were heading slowly back to the UK.
This took 4 or 5 days, calling at a couple of ports at which the girls were often taken ashore (in miniscule outfits which the crew procured for them) for some partying.
Eventually, one evening after dark, the Boss told us that we were about 50 miles off the Devon south coast.
We would wait until the half-moon had set before moving closer to shore, towards a cove that had often been used by smugglers in the past, but was now usually deserted.
"We'll run you up on to the shore with our inflatable launch. If you climb up the slopes on the inland side, you'll get to a road. Turn right, and in about an hour's walk you will reach a little seaside village, from where you can get a bus into Torquay".
And so it was that around 3am that we were to be lowered on to the launch, still naked, but with our backpacks and passports given to us. There were parting words of warning from the Boss: "Don't try to report us. The name of the yacht will in any case magically change before dawn. But if we have any inkling that you are trying to get us into trouble, DVD copies of the videos we have taken will reach various contact names we found in your wallet and papers. It was great having you on board".
Paula and Lara went round and kissed all the crew before being lowered. Mark and Quinton were to come with us to sail the launch, and to bring it back.
"Don't forget to unlock me" I almost squealed!
"Just get on board the launch and Sid will give you the key, but get a move on" the Boss growled.
When we were settled in the launch, Sid leaned over the side of yacht and called to Paula "Here catch", and threw the keys to her. Almost inevitably she missed. I tried to make a grab, but to my dismay they fell into the sea"
"Oh tough" laughed Sid. "But I'm sure you can find a locksmith in the local village."
It only took a few minutes to get to shore, where Mark and Quinton ran the launch right up on to the dry shingles. I was left to unload our goods, while Mark and Quinton lay Paula and Lara on the rubber sides of the launch to have a farewell fuck.
I had a small tool pack in my bag, so once I had it open I could easily undo the seals on the other two.
However, it was not that easy to break the seals on my bag. I tried bashing the seals with rocks with no success, but then found a rusty old fisherman's knife with which I sawed through the seals. In the meantime, the two couples were fucking so noisily that they woke up the seagulls.
Finally they were done, and Quinton and Mark started the launch to roar off, leaving us on our own for the first time in nearly three weeks. I quickly had the bags opened, and we could dress. I could not help but notice that the girls only put on short denim dresses and tight t-shirts. Definitely no underwear. Paula saw me looking and said with a giggle: "Hey, we've been naked for three weeks. We have to get used to the idea of clothes again!"
We found the little village as the sun came up. The first bus left at 7.30, and we had enough loose cash between us to pay the fares.
In Torquay, we found a branch of Paula's savings bank, where she could use her card. The money was there; we (well Paula) were rich! She drew 200 pounds and we went to a restaurant for a full English breakfast before doing anything else.
We had lost track of time, but discovered it was a Friday. There was a direct train to London leaving at just before 2.30pm, so we decided to wait for that. While waiting for train, we walked up the High Street and passed a locksmith. To my embarrassment, Paula dragged me in and told the proprietor that we had a small confidential problem. He allowed us to come into his back room where I had to drop my pants. The locksmith roared with laughter and then called his wife to have a look. I wished the ground would open beneath me, but fortunately it only tokk him three or four minutes to get the lock off.
As it happened, there were signal delays on the train to London, and we only reached Paddington by 6.30pm. It took another hour to reach our flat, by which time we were all exhausted. We phoned for pizzas, and were in bed by 9.30.
The next morning I woke earlier than Paula who was sleeping nude next to me. I played with her breasts until she surfaced and then made love to her. Frankly, she showed no great enthusiasm, just lying there letting me use her. But I was so desperate for relief that I still came quickly.
We spent that day (Saturday) laying in supplies and phoning people to tell them we were back. We had agreed how we would coordinate our stories regarding our trip home!
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