It was Canaveral Day. The ship was docked; the passengers had disembarked; the comment cards had been written by them and given to the Pursers Office.
Dave Richards approached the front desk, then went around the back to enter the back office, where Chief Purser Rachel Johnson was supervising Edward. “You wanted to see me,” began Dave.
“Yes, Dave, thanks — step into my office.”
“Oh, really?” smirked Richards. “That bad?”
Rachel raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Come and see.”
Dave Richards followed Rachel Johnson into her separate office further back. Rachel was in he officer’s uniform of all white, Richards in the Cruise Department’s usual golf shirt and slacks.
“All right, sit down,” sighed Rachel, motioning to the chair opposite her desk. She flopped into her own on the other side. Grabbing a sheaf of comment cards, she tossed the top one in front of Richards. “This comment came in this morning. Apparently, your new Social Hostess was seen by a passenger having intercourse with the DJ two nights ago.”
“What!” cried Richards.
“It was late and they were in the DJ Booth.”
“Man,” remarked Dave.
“The passenger was female, young, American. Came to the front desk this morning in a foul mood. Edward gave her this comment card to fill in.”
Dave picked it up, glancing at the angry penstrokes of the passenger’s writing.
“She said a comment card was hardly enough. Edward had to call me to the desk. It took me a long time to smooth her over.”
“How was she at the end?”
“Not much better than at the beginning. Says she’s thinking about reporting the company.”
“To whom?”
Rachel looked at him. “Whomever she thinks, I guess.”
“Hmph! I thought this new girl was better than the old one.”
“Well, it sounds like she has quite an active sex life.”
“Hmmm, well, considering what she looks like — I guess she’s in demand!”
Rachel glanced over. “The fact is, I’m not sure who’s responsible — her or the DJ.”
“I suspect the DJ. He’s been wild and crazy since he came on the ship. I mean, that’s part of his job, to be the life and soul of the party…”
“I rather think you’re right.” Rachel continued. “I’ve heard rumours about him. I’ve heard from other staff that he’s been chatting up other passengers.”
“I think he likes the women vacationers.”
“The men, too, I’ve heard.”
“WHAT!”
“Well, just rumours. He was seen a couple of cruises ago spending a long time talking to a young, twentysomething male passenger. I think something was going on.”
“Right, well!” announced Richards, standing up. “I guess I’m going to have to have a word -”
“And I think this isn’t the first time Ramon and her have done this.”
“Oh, really?”
“One of your own staff told me they went back to Ramon’s room on the first cruise she was here.”
“Hmmm, I see.”
Rachel stood up and walked over to the door. “The thing is — we can’t afford to let the Deck Officers find out — you know how they treated Lisa. Plus we don’t want passengers reporting us to the shoreside office. The last thing we want is Madson Banner finding out.”
Richards turned to her. “Banner? You think the owner might hear?”
Rachel shrugged. “Anything’s possible. The only thing is — I’m the liaison between the ship and shore and I don’t want any heat from shoreside. I’ll try my best to smooth it over but -”
“OK, I get it. I’ll deal with it.”
Lucia was out on the Lido, finishing up her coffee. She had had breakfast when the passengers were there, and now she was alone, except for a couple of deckhands swabbing the deck and the bartender at the Lido Bar clearing up some glasses.
She stretched her long, elegant legs out under the plastic table and parasol as she looked out over Port Canaveral. So sex with Ramon the night before last had been a bit impromptu but she had been fired up by his enthusiasm and energy. Plus the massage with Edward had been relaxing — he had managed to figure out exactly how to create the atmosphere a woman needed to express herself — sexually or otherwise. Then there had been that odd conversation with Pablo, where he just up and left. What was up with him? Then she had met a handsome passenger last night who had chatted her up just enough for her to make out with him for a few minutes. That’s all that had happened because Marcia had intervened to remind her about Edward’s massage. She had followed Marcia back to the cabin but not before checking out the hot guy in the Miramar that Carmen had been getting physical with.
This had been a wild two cruises. Was this normal for cruise lines? She took another sip of coffee. Hmmm! Was this even normal for her? So basically she had got the hots for five different guys in four days, including two sessions with Ramon. The hottest guy was Pablo but he had disappeared, it seemed. She frowned. It wasn’t like her to get sexed up so quickly, with so many guys in such a short time. Back in Brazil, she had only got physical with Jorge and usually after dance practice and especially after competitions. The passion and the rhythm made her horny and she needed release from what had built up during the dancing.
Maybe that was it. She had done a lot more dancing than normal, what with stepping up on stage with Ramon on the first night, then spending time in the Disco. Back home, she usually had dance practice twice a week, Tuesdays and Saturdays, where she would need to take some “me time” in the shower the next day sometimes to get the tension out, then go out with Jorge on Saturday night, where they would either go somewhere private or else she would get home late and do some self-loving in bed. At least she hadn’t done that yet on the ship. There had been no need what with all these guys around.
That was another thing. She was away from home, away from Mum and Dad, away from friends from school and away from Jorge. She remembered how they had agreed to be apart while she travelled. So, quite simply, she had been a free agent, able to do whatever, whenever, with whomever, with little or no fallout, in a totally different environment, on a ship her friends at home didn’t even know the name of, in a country totally different to all she had known before. As a result, she had been behaving like a hot babe on holiday who just hooks up with guys she likes because no one at home will find out – but on steroids.
Lucia felt annoyed with herself. Huh! She hadn’t even begun to think whether she even wanted to behave like this; she had just been reacting to everything and hadn’t had time to think. She always got horny with dancing, though. What could she do about that?
“LUCIA!” yelled a female voice. Lucia turned. It was Marcia. “Lucia! Oh, you’re here!”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Get inside, quick, Dave wants to see you and he’s on the warpath.”
“Really? Right. Where is he?”
“He’ll meet you in the Miramar. He looks bummed.”
“OK.” Lucia swung her long legs out from under the table, drained the remainder of her coffee and walked rapidly towards the bar. Leaving the cup with the bartender, who smiled, she breezed through the door into the Cafe Miramar.
Dave Richards was there, and he wasn’t pleased. “Lucia.” He gestured towards a table and pulled out a chair for her. “Marcia, make yourself scarce.”
“Fine.” Marcia raised her eyebrows at Lucia as she came near her. “Tell me later.”
“Will do,” replied Lucia.
Lucia sat down at the table opposite Dave Richards.
“Lucia, you’ve only been here a short time and you’re already giving me headaches.”
“What’s up?”
“THIS is up.” He tossed the comment card Rachel Johnson had passed him earlier. “This is a complaint from a passenger about you.”
“Oh, I -”
“She says she saw you and the DJ having sex in the DJ Booth two nights ago.”
Lucia’s eyes widened in horror. It couldn’t be true! She hadn’t seen anyone! “Well, I -”
“I’ve had it up to here with Social Hostesses with a reputation that needs to be lived down. What were you doing there?”
“Ramon was showing me his equipment.”
“EQUIPMENT?”
“I mean -”
“Huh! It wasn’t the sort of equipment I want you to see!”
“Well -”
“Must have been pretty impressive!”
“Dave -”
Richards pointed at her angrily. “Hear this! I don’t want any more scandals about Social Hostesses on this ship! My last one had to leave for that kind of thing. I also happen to know that this wasn’t the first time you’ve done this, and this is only your second cruise.”
Lucia stomach dropped. Who had told?
“Listen, you’re new here. There are a thousand crew on this ship. That sounds like a lot but it isn’t. Really, believe me — word gets around fast. Everyone knows everybody’s business. Everybody’s having relationships, getting together, falling out, all the time — you name it. It’s part of the life here. You put one thousand people from all different cultures all in one place where they live with each other twenty-four hours a day, in tropical sunshine with a bunch of passengers on holiday — stuff happens. A lot — and you’ve fallen right into it like you were born here.”
“I’m sorry, Dave.” Lucia was crestfallen.
Dave Richards softened. “Look — you made a mistake. You’re a hot-looking woman. Your private life isn’t my business — at least, until something like this happens. Then it has to be my business, especially since the passenger is threatening to report the cruise line.”
“Oh, no!”
“Just — be a bit more discreet. I don’t want the Deck Officers finding out. It’s up to you who you hang out with, I can’t stop you from having relationships, and I sure can’t stop people chatting you up! Remember, people don’t just work here — they live here, too. Just make very sure you do it quietly.”
“OK.” Lucia looked down, mortified.
“I’ll talk to Ramon, too. In truth, he’s starting to annoy me. He needs to calm down — I’m getting pretty irritated with his crazy junk.”
Lucia looked at him.
“All right. That’s today’s lecture over. Don’t worry about it too much. Just get back to work — and do your job!”
“OK, Mr. Richards.”
“No problem.” Richards stood up. “I’ll go and read the riot act to Ramon now. Catch you later.” He turned and walked off.
Lucia stared at her surroundings. “What on Earth…”
Down on First Deck, Lucia stormed over to the dancers’ cabin. She knocked on the door, impatient. Presently, it opened. Carmen stood there. “Hey,” began Lucia. “I just came over to ask you something.”
Carmen stood there at the door. Her cabin was not too small, with a bunk bed on one side for her and Estella. Estella wasn’t there. Carmen was, though. Her glossy, wavy hair was loose around her shoulders, the ends of her hair resting against her large, full, breasts spilling out of a sexy, silken red negligee that hugged her buxom, seductive figure and emphasized her plunging cleavage. Her thick, smooth-skinned legs were bare and her feet were shod in matching red slippers. Over her shoulders, she wore a floor-length dressing gown. She looked like she had got out of bed late. In fact, she had, but had spent the morning pottering about the cabin looking for make-up. She had a distinct feeling Estella had borrowed some without asking. “Oh, yeah? What’s up?” she replied to Lucia.
“Everybody seems to know I spent the night with Ramon that night we danced in the Rendezvous. I figured you two might know something.”
“Oh, well, it’s not like it was too difficult to know where you guys ended up. What did you expect? Plus, walls are thin on the ship, you know.”
Lucia got annoyed at this. “Hey, I didn’t ask for this! What I do is MY business.”
“Not around here it ain’t.” Carmen looked at her pointedly. “People find out.”
Lucia jabbed her forefinger at her. “Only because people like YOU tell tales! How come Dave Richards knows?” She remembered the comment card. “Plus maybe the Pursers, too!”
Carmen took a step forward towards Lucia and frowned. “Look, honey, I don’t like your tone! Fact is, I was the one who arranged Ramon to dance with you that night, so you should be -”
“I’m NOT a dancer.”
“Oh, yeah? Could have fooled me.”
“OK, I am — but that’s not my job! I’m the Hostess! I’m not paid to dance.”
Carmen smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. “I know, honey.” She quit leaning on the door and stood up straight. “The fact is, I’m hoping you stay that way; because we wouldn’t want competition now, would we?”
Lucia’s eyes widened. “What the -”
“I guess this is a warning. STAY IN YOUR LANE.”
“WHAT!”
“See ya, Lucia.” Carmen slammed the door in Lucia’s face.
Lucia’s banged her fists on the door. “Hey, open up!”
Carmen didn’t.
Lucia heard her whistling inside, obviously ignoring her. Lucia, her face like thunder, turned to face the corridor and stormed off.
It was afternoon, at about two o’clock. The passengers for the next cruise were just starting to arrive and a handful had started boarding the “SS Oceanwave”. The Rendezvous Lounge was empty, except for Pablo, who stood on the dancefloor/stage/whatever, looking at his watch. Carmen would be arriving soon for dance practice.
He was impatient to get on. He needed to pull off a great performance and wanted to impress Dave Richards. Richards had said he wanted to view their dance routine before he let the passengers see it. Fair enough, thought Pablo, but let’s go. He had been at a loose end so far. He had got to know more about the passengers — mainly middle-aged Floridians but a few hip, sexy women in their twenties who wanted to have fun, and he felt sure that some of that fun they wanted would be of a seductive nature.
That reminded him of Lucia in the Disco. He’d acted like an idiot in front of her. She had been seductive enough, hadn’t she? Here he was, imagining hot sex with babelicious passengers, but Lucia, who was way hotter than any of the passengers he had seen so far, he had decided was untouchable. There had been Lisa’s warning, yet back in the strip club, he had mainly had sex with customers, not staff. Here was a member of staff throwing herself at him, and he had got cold feet. Staff? Customers? Was it the same or different? Most people would say having sex with passengers was unethical on a cruise ship. Then again, most would say having sex with co-workers and starting relationships with them was unwise; but wait! Staff LIVE on the ship — they don’t just work on it. There were probably regulations against fraternizing with passengers but could the company prohibit everyone from conducting their normal love lives when they live here, too? Yet back in the club, he and the other strippers would have their pick of cute female customers, who would all be more than willing to say yes to just one night with Pablo, let alone a whole relationship. Yes, but that was sex industry work. Stripping counts as sex work. Yet stripping is not sex. It’s just taking your clothes off for money. Any actual sex is unpaid and after hours, so when the sex happens, they are not customers any more. Yet here, on this ship, he was being paid to live here twenty-four hours a day, yet only for being a dancer, which was a couple of hours a night. He had bags of free time to conduct relationships. Yet, during those free hours, he was still a member of staff the whole time, so it wasn’t after hours. Plus United States law doesn’t even apply more than two miles offshore, anyway. Huh! What on Earth were the rules? Pablo felt confused.
And another thing — since when had he started caring about rules? He had broken them ever since he had left home. Since when had being a stripper been anything but colouring outside the lines? Then he had met Lucia, a gorgeous woman, and this job was a new start. It WASN’T sex industry stuff. He had got cold feet with her because he wanted a different life. Lucia had been the first woman to approach him full-on, yet this wasn’t some sex industry thing or some eager one-night-stand customer that he had picked up. She had been an amazing-looking woman who wanted him. A normal woman, who wanted normal sex (whatever she thought that was), maybe even a normal relationship, in a normal life. What did all that even look like? Pablo felt surprised at himself for how he felt. Perhaps there were downsides to having women constantly available. His younger self had never thought there could be but now, Pablo wasn’t so sure.
“Pablo!”
Pablo turned to see Carmen walk in. She was wearing a slinky, red dress, red high heels and golden earrings. Her lustrous hair fell in waves down to her full, ample breasts, that spilled into the flimsy material. A daring slash up to the thigh revealed her smooth, creamy, thick, toned legs. “Hello,” said Pablo, smiling.
“Well, hi!” smiled Carmen back. “Ready for dance practice?”
“Got any music?”
“Wait here — there’s some at the back.” Carmen walked to the back of the Rendezvous Lounge to where the controls were for the sound and lighting. Pablo watched her as her bubble butt swayed on the high heels. She looked great, he thought.
Suddenly, merengue music began. Carmen looked at Pablo, smiled and made her way back to the stage. Pablo held out his hands to receive her and the two of them took up the starting position. “Show me what you’ve got,” said Carmen.
On the beat, Pablo moved forward, dominant. Carmen acquiesced, moving backwards as the mirror to his actions. Pablo’s steps were sure and he knew what he was doing. With one hand on her waist, he could feel Carmen’s flesh moving beneath the material of her dress. It wasn’t hard, but toned and fleshy, curvy, almost voluptuous, although she didn’t have the fat for that. She had obviously been dancing for a long time and had the body to prove it. She was all woman, and Pablo liked that.
Carmen was excited. Pablo was dominant. His powerful body was sure, steady. He knew the steps and she felt comfortable in his arms. As he spun her around, she could feel his large hand on her waist. The mixture of confidence and the manly way he held her affected her, making her feel submissive, although that wasn’t her usual nature. She gazed down at the white, casual shirt he was wearing. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a muscled, manly chest, plus the rolled-up sleeves of the garment revealed powerful arms that had obviously been honed in the gym. She smiled coyly as the dance continued.
She stepped forward, forcing him to wrap his arm around her waist. Now she could feel his strength as her body pressed up against his chest.
Pablo felt strong as he held her. He looked down and drank in the sight of her huge breasts, their creamy, almost luminous skin and the deep, deep cleavage between. To his delight, they were the kind that quivered with her every move, waves and ripples seeming to move across the surface. Pablo had only seen breasts like that in videos or on TV but he never thought he would meet a woman who actually had them. He drew in his breath. He felt insanely aroused. This translated into a burst of energy as his hands slid around her waist as she moved, the mixture of erotic desire and womanliness awakening his masculinity to a higher dominance.
Carmen heard his sharp intake of breath and felt, rather than saw, the way he gazed at her breasts. She smiled to herself. Her girls never let her down — always her secret weapon when seducing men. She allowed his hands to encircle her waist as she pushed herself closer to him.
The music reached a climax. Pablo growled as he made his best, most sweeping moves. Carmen was his equal, easily able to keep up. Finally the music ended and Pablo released Carmen from his hands. He walked over to nearby chair and sat down to get his breath back. Carmen followed and sat down next to him. She leaned over seductively, knowing full well her girls would be doing their best work if she did. “Well, it seems you know what you’re doing,” she remarked.
Pablo looked at her. “Spoken by a woman who obviously has experience in these matters,” he smiled.
“That’s right.” She looked at her surroundings. “Well, I think you’ll be fine. Now, you and I need to get a routine together to show Dave.”
“Cool. Let’s do it.”
“We’ll spend an hour here figuring it out for you and me. Then later, we’ll have to include Estella.”
“Oh, right. I dance with her, too?”
“You’ll dance with both of us.”
“Kind of like a threesome.”
Carmen smiled. “Well, yeah. That’s one way of putting it; but, actually, you’ll dance with her separately for part of the song, then finish with either her or me. You can choose because I think the ending will be the same whomever your partner is.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So let’s do an hour here. Then we’ll see what we can come up with when Estella’s included.”
“Right,” said Pablo. “Let’s do it.”
For the next hour, they experimented with various steps and routines, trying different music, different themes, until they felt a routine was coming together. All the while, Carmen took advantage of the opportunities the session gave her to showcase her physical assets to Pablo, deliberately giving him ample chance to see her body in action — sinuous, seductive, beguiling, womanly, alternating between sexual confidence and submissiveness as two sides of the same coin.
Pablo wasn’t stupid. He knew what she was doing. He knew she was available, that she was making an offer. Did he want it?
He didn’t know much about her background — and did it even matter? Yet he could still admire her for how far she had got in life at this moment. He imagined her perhaps overcoming some negative beginnings in life to reach this point. He for one could relate to that. She knew what she wanted when she saw it and wasn’t afraid to reach out and grab it. For that, he could give her respect, and with his respect came his desire. As the session went on, his desire increased, her seductive wiles became more attractive, his willingness to discover what was on offer more urgent, his desire to reward her with pleasure more insistent.
Finally, the time was over. They needed to get out of the Rendezvous, since too many passengers were now boarding the ship and some curious souls had wandered in to hear the music and watch them practising. Those people had broken their sense of passion before they had wanted it to end, so Pablo decided that this was as good a time as any to bring the rehearsal to an end.
Carmen returned to the back of the lounge to turn off the music.
Pablo turned to the handful of passengers who had shown up and said, “Thanks, guys, for watching but this was just a rehearsal. Hopefully, you’ll see us in action soon.”
“Will you be performing on this cruise?” asked one man, expectantly.
“Maybe,” replied Pablo. “Our routine needs to get approved by the boss before you can see it.”
“Well, I hope he says yes,” said the man. “You two were great!”
“Thanks. Me, too,” remarked Pablo. “See you around.”
With that, Carmen, who now stood beside him, took his arm and the two of them walked out to a ripple of applause.
Heading downstairs, Pablo remarked to Carmen, “Well, that was a good sign. They seemed to like it.”
“Yeah! I think Dave will be OK, too.”
“Awesome.”
They headed down to First Deck and to Carmen’s cabin. “Let’s see if Estella’s here,” said Carmen. She unlocked the door and went inside. The cabin was empty. “Well, what do you know? She’s not here.”
Pablo looked at her. “Fancy that.”
“Yeah, I guess she went onshore. Oh, well, she’ll be back later. Come inside and we’ll discuss our routine more.”
“Right,” remarked Pablo.
Twenty minutes later, Carmen had Pablo pushing her up against the wardrobe door. He ran his finger through her lustrous hair, raining down kisses upon her plump lips, his tongue urgent, darting inside her mouth, making contact with her tongue. She groaned as he broke contact, kissed her passionately on the forehead, raked his fingers through her hair once more, then nibbled her earlobe. She felt his lips graze her cheek, before hearing herself moan as he planted a kiss on the sensitive side of her neck. Moving back, his eyes roved over her body. His hands grasped her waist, feeling her flesh, moving up towards her bustline. Then he landed another kiss on her lips, his right hand cupping her breast. Carmen moaned, her need to feel his wanting growing stronger, the delicious feel of his hand as it cupped the soft flesh beneath the material of her dress. Her nipples hardened as she imagined his powerful, muscled chest beneath his shirt. Pablo felt the inviting, warm flesh of her breast in his palm. It inflamed him, so much so his other hand rose up to engulf its twin. His kissed her collarbone and the expanse of skin beneath, as his hands hungrily explored her aroused flesh. Suddenly, he needed to see them. He pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down around her upper arms. It stayed up, inflaming him further as he realised her breasts were responsible. He growled his desire, as Carmen wriggled her torso, her hands pulling down the dress to reveal her bra. He noticed the bra straps weren’t in contact with her skin but remained taut from the top of the bra cup to the shoulder, another thing he’d only ever seen in movies, never in real life. Pablo lost control. He grabbed the straps, pulling them down her shoulders to her arms, as Carmen reached behind her and undid the clasp. Finally, they were free, and her magnificent breasts were revealed. Pablo feverishly buried his face between them, kneading them, feeling them. The hard nipples, the wide areolae, the smooth, soft, creamy skin, all were for him. His mouth engulfed her nipple, causing Carmen to gasp. Breathless, she moaned as his hands roved over her breasts, enjoying their fullness, bringing her to the familiar pleasure she had always got from them, the thirst of her need rising, building, as she wiggled her hips. The dress fell to the floor. Suddenly, Pablo picked her up bodily. She cried out as he threw her over her shoulder in a fireman’s lift, took three steps towards her bed, then bent forwards, sending her tumbling onto the sheets. He unbuttoned his jeans, ripping them off. His manhood sprang out, urgent, needy. Carmen’s eyes widened as she took in his thick, veined member, it’s eight-inch length crowned with a straining, dark pink head. Looking higher, she drank in his large, wide pecs, deep, carved six-pack and strong, sinewed biceps, his powerful forearms and the intense, wanting passion in his now-fiery eyes. He moved forward, his swollen cock moving slightly as he neared. Instantly, she needed it. Her hands grabbed his buttocks as her mouth made contact with the head. Pablo breathed out as he watched the sensitive head pass her red lips and sink into her warm mouth. Carmen’s hands raked down his lower back as she welcomed him into her moth, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper. His cock was so thick — she revelled in its size as she withdrew, then pulled him in deeper. She loved the submission, yet the power and dominance as she gave him pleasure. Slowly, she increased the pace, her hands cupping his balls, then one hand encircled his shaft as she stroked him. The her hands grasped the back of his legs, the feeling of his toned thighs turning her desire into a roaring flame. She could feel his pleasure intensifying as he grabbed the back of her head, wanting more. She let him have it for three more strokes, before suddenly removing him from her mouth.
She wanted to feel his chest against her. “I want you,” she said, her voice hoarse with desire. Her hands grabbed his back and pulled him on top of her. She rained kisses down on his chest. She couldn’t enough of his pecs, his abs, the V-line that led between his legs. Pablo’s hands, too, roved over her gorgeous breasts, the creamy skin of her waist, lower to her abdomen.
“I need you inside me,” cried Carmen, her pussy demanding to be satisfied. She was wet, dripping.
She felt Pablo’s hands grab the elastic of her panties, then suddenly whip them down her legs in one movement. “Not yet,” he said. “It’s your turn to receive.”
Suddenly his mouth was on her pussy, She gasped as his eager tongue parted her folds and hungrily lapped up her wetness, the tip of his tongue maddeningly slowly, making its way up from the fourchette to the head of her clitoris. The sudden direct touch to the glans dazzled her with its tingling, but before she could think, his tongue was exploring her labia, up and down, back and forth. The tip darted into her entrance, before returning to lick the folds of her clitoral hood. She let out a groan, then his mouth was on her, his lips engulfing the now-swollen nub, his head bobbing back and forth as Pablo milked every ounce of pleasure from the sensitive tip.
Carmen breathed heavily, her torso undulating widely, her full breasts flushing red, becoming even fuller, her nipples deliciously, painfully taut, as her wave began to build. She opened her eyes to better see his muscled chest, those abs, those pecs, then closed them as the wave rose higher, beckoning her, calling her. Her mind succumbed, her body acquiesced, as a powerful wave of pleasure gripped her body, her orgasm roaring through her frame, her voice crying out in pleasure, as the wave went on and on, further and further.
As they began to subside, her eyes suddenly shot open as his fingers unexpectedly delved into her, curling upwards, pumping the spot. Another wave exploded from her, stronger than the first, powerful, overwhelming. Her body bucked, her legs thrashed wildly, as the muscles in her pussy pushed his fingers out of her. Her mind, frozen by the intensity, blanked and she was blown away.
She felt his hands on his hips. Her body was drenched in sweat, as she felt the head of his cock tease her pussy. He kept this up for a few seconds, causing a huge, grasping, overwhelming need grip her like she had never felt before.
“PLEASE,” Carmen cried. A second — then another — then his cock plunged deep inside her, her walls responding, slick, slippery, his head making contact with the back, then withdrawing, only to plunge deep inside again, milking her pussy, causing the most delicious waves to rise up within her, up her chest, her swollen breasts straining, aching. Then another thrust, then another, still another, his speed quickening, his body tensing, her engorged labia welcoming him in. Carmen had never been so wet in her life, yet she needed friction, her liquid pleasure increasing with every stroke, gliding ever upwards on her pleasure spiral.
Pablo went wild, pounding her pussy. The flames of his desire leapt up, fed by the sight of her gorgeous breasts, her slick, sweat-soaked torso, her undulating flesh. He pounded her pussy, revelling in the sensation, marvelling at WOMAN, his face determined, his mission to give her pleasure, his only goal to grant her satisfaction.
Then, she exploded once again, her body thrashing wildly, as another orgasm ripped through her. He felt the pressure building, his balls boiling, his heart racing and he threw his head back as his orgasm roared through his body, spurts of liquid fire erupting inside her. Wave after wave flowed through him as he unleashed his load inside her. Finally, the two of the them collapsed in a heap on the bed, their pleasure subsiding, their breath panting, satisfied, their fierce desires spent.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. “Hi, it’s Estella,” said a voice.