Couple on the Cruise Ch. 05

CHAPTER 5

“Come on, Alex, honey, don’t keep us waiting out here.”

I ran through the options in my mind, and all came to a dead end. I have to just leave the en-suite and face them. I slowly eased the door open and gingerly stepped, barefoot, onto the carpet of the bedroom. I could smell Stuart’s musky aftershave.

“It looks like you two have been having a good time in my absence!” Stuart joked, looking me up and down from my smooth legs, pink baby doll cinched at the waist, to my pink lips.

“Sorry, I was just leaving, s-sorry”, I stammered, mortified at this man seeing me so vulnerable like this, even though he already knew who I was. I scrabbled around for my shoes, but Maria interrupted me.

“Come now, pet, calm down. You cannot very well walk down the corridors of the boat dressed like that. Come sit here.”

The last part had the edge of a command, and my legs started moving towards her. She patted the floor next to her, and I sat down with my legs together to keep the panties and cage at least somewhat hidden. A comfortable, tan coloured armchair was next to us, and Stuart plonked himself down in it and spread his legs with a sigh. We formed a triangle, with Stuart reclining in the chair, Maria by his right knee, and me by his left knee. Stuart poured himself a whiskey from the small table next to him and sipped it.

“You know, Alex, I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” Stuart said.

I looked up at him and then at Maria, but she only stared on with blank interest. He continued.

“Yes, Maria has told me everything. You sniffing her panties, lying together on our bed, even the kiss just minutes ago in the bathroom. No matter how femme you look, and how much I trust Maria, I still need to know that you are not a threat to our relationship. The chastity is a good start. Speaking of which, Maria, you’ve must have had your fill with the key by now.”

Mistress took the small silver key to my cage from around her neck and handed it to Stuart. For a brief moment, I remembered my horniness, and how long it had been since I last stroked myself to orgasm. I hoped for a second that he would hand the key to me, but instead he slipped it into his jeans pocket, and my heart sank.

“For me to trust you, for *us* to trust you, we want you to do something. Something very important. I want you to kiss my cock. I know you have been thinking about it.”

Hearing it put in such plain language snapped me out of the moment, and I responded hastily,

“No way! I’m not gay! Dressing up is one thing, but that’s way too far.”

“Listen, alex” Stuart growled, “you are forgetting your place. Your clit is locked, and it’s not getting unlocked until I say so. You are already calling Maria your ‘Mistress’ and dressing up in her slutty clothes, because you are a little sub, and you want my cock. You can pout and whine, but you know deep down that this has already been decided. From now on, you will pay izmir rus escort me the proper respects, and in return, I will treat you right. Now, kneel in front of me and put your hands behind your back.”

His words burnt, but I believed all he said. Maria took my hand and ushered me to kneel between Stuart’s knees, looking up at him, while she stroked my hair and kissed my cheek. Stuart undid his belt, and for a second I thought he was going to hit me, but instead he handed it to Maria with a small loop in the end.

“Pets need to be leashed and collared,” he explained, “to make sure they stay in line.”.

Maria slid the belt over my neck and secured it snugly to my skin, then handed the other end of the belt to Stuart. I instinctively reached my hands up to tug at it, but I was jerked forward by a pull on my neck.

“Did I tell you to take your hands from behind your back?” Stuart barked, holding the belt tight in his grip.

“No…” I mewed.

“That’s ‘no, sir.”

“No… Sir. Sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry, pet; that’s the whole reason you are in this situation, remember? You are about to make it up to me.”

Maria, who seemed to instinctively know how to act at each moment, reached forward to slide Stuart’s jeans off. After this, she took a seat on the arm of the chair and put her arm around Stuart, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. This left just me on the floor, collared and revealed in my dainty clothes, kneeling, my face level with Stuart’s crotch and strong thighs. They both looked down on me expectantly as Stuart wrapped the belt around his fist one more time, holding it secure.

“Umm, may I please take my hands from behind my back, Sir?” I asked.

“No, your mouth is all you need,” Stuart responded matter-of-factly.

My heart was racing, and there was precum staining my panties. I became aware of Sir’s large member stirring beneath his boxers, and my clit confined within my lace panties. I shuffled forward on my knees, putting myself closer to him. I leaned into him and planted a light kiss on his penis, through the fabric where his shaft would be, then leaned back.

“What do you call that? That didn’t feel like respect. Maybe I should just throw your little key overboard and find someone else to play with.”

I would have to give him more. But I couldn’t use my hands! I leaned my face in once more, slower this time, and gave a deep kiss on his head, bulging under the white material. I heard a pleased grunt from above and I could smell his raw scent, sweat and sex, it was intoxicating. I pressed my nose in and inhaled.

“Here, sweetie,” Maria lilted, “let me help you out.” She reached down and pulled Stuart’s pants off and flung them over her shoulder, then resumed her position on the arm of the chair, occasionally offering Stuart kisses on the cheek and whispers in his ear. For the first time, I saw Stuart’s penis as it bobbed izmit escort up and down semi-erect. It must have been 6 inches big already, with more to come. A faint vein ran down into a trimmed crop of pubes. He allowed some slack in my leash, but kept it firmly held. He knew I would come to his cock; he could tell I wanted it, and that made him harder.

Keeping my hands behind my back as I was told, I inched closer until my view was filled with his penis. Stuart smirked down at me, enjoying seeing this pretty young thing squirm at his feet, ruffles and lace shifting over smooth, pale skin. I ached for him but was intimidated by crossing the boundary of sexual contact. There was no going back after this. He will change me.

I couldn’t take the tension any longer; I parted my lips and kissed his tip. I pulled back slightly, and a string of precum clung to my bottom lip, the taste salty in my mouth. His member pulsed and grew, and I went back in. It felt natural, putting my lips around him and starting to use my tongue to graze over his glans. I started exploring the contours of his head, feeling it swell and hearing him moan in pleasure. I liked making him feel good. This was right. It made me happy that I could bring such sexual pleasure to another person, and I didn’t need to worry about my own clit safely hidden in its cage. Instinctively, I arched my back and pushed my bum out, I thought he would like seeing me like that in this outfit.

I started sucking, just the head, the taste of his precum making me ravenous for more. He was diamond hard at this point, and I had to straighten my back up to get a better angle on his member pointing proudly upwards. I took my cues from his bodily reactions, that started with twitches in his crotch, and progressed through his torso into groans of pleasure. Our bodies were working in tandem, giving and receiving, and I experienced an intimacy I had never felt before.

God knows how long had passed when I eventually looked up into his eyes. Still with him inside of me, his manhood parting my soft lips, he gazed back down at me with admiration and stroked my cheek,

“Good girl,” he reassured me, “keep going, you are doing so well. You look so fucking good doing that.”.

Enflamed by his praise, I went deeper, pushing my mouth down to his shaft, and sucking on his cock. He liked this, so I tried to go further down, filling my wet mouth with him, letting drool spill on to the carpet. Sir’s growls grew louder and more animalistic, and he leaned his head back in the chair. Mistress came to sit next to me.

“He is close now, pet,” she hushed, her voice revealing her enjoyment. “You are going to be a good slut and swallow his cum. That’s it, keep going, you are so good at this.”.

In a rhythm, I slid my wet lips over and around his hard-on, reaching deeper, his short pubes tickling my nose. On one of the downward strokes I stayed there, stationary, ığdır escort and let his balls rest against my chin. It was a struggle to not choke, but I liked lingering there, feeling the safety and satisfaction of my hole being filled, and being utterly dominated by him. I had been twitching and dribbling in my cage, and a wet spot had formed on the front of my panties. However, when I tried to pull up for air I felt a tug on my neck from the leash as Sir held me down on his dick. Suddenly he felt so much larger, and my position so much more fragile. I tried to breathe in, but I couldn’t. My head was just starting to swirl with fear as he suddenly freed the tension in the leash, and I was released backwards with a jolt to take deep breaths, which refilled my senses with his musky pheromones. Although he was the one that was holding me there with his cock stuffed inside me, I felt grateful towards him at the moment he let me go, as if he had done me a favour. We both knew he could have gripped me longer and there would be nothing I could do to resist him, but he chose to let me go. I was thankful, and it only made me want to please him more. I continued to suck and tenderly kiss, with a reinvigorated respect for my master.

Stuart used his free hand to slide around the back of my head, lacing his fingers within my curls and gently bobbing me to his speed as he started to buck his hips. I let him make the rhythm as he slid in and out of me, and his cock started to twitch.

Mistress was rubbing my cage through my panties, and I saw she was touching herself as well. Through deep breaths, she panted in my ear, and I could feel her hot, warm breath.

“What a good girl you are, I’m so glad we found you,” she said. “I knew you were a little sub from the moment I saw you. Keep sucking that cock, baby, he is so close to cumming now. You love it, don’t you? You love my husband inside you; you want his cum. This won’t be the end, baby, he plans to fuck you in that sweet behind of yours, but don’t worry, I will be there to hold your hand and stroke your hair. Would you like that, sweetie? To give your sexy body completely to my man to use?”

I didn’t give a response, I hardly heard her through my fog of ecstacy, and I felt my master start to convulse in my wet mouth and groan loudly, I shut my eyes and relaxed and accepted his thrusts.

His fingers tightened in my hair, and he moaned, fuck, plunging himself deeper and pushing me down, I felt warm cum fill my mouth and he continued with his pleasure, as I sucked hard to get the last drops out. After a few more slow repetitions, he held me there with his cock and cum still in my mouth as he caught his breath.

When he was ready, he loosened his hold on me and I eased off him, leaning back to a kneeling position with a smile on my face.

“Show me my cum in your cute mouth, sweetheart” he said, and I obeyed. “Very good, you may swallow it. Now, What do you say?”, he added with a raised eyebrow.

“Thank you, Sir”, I grinned.

“Thanks for what?”

“Thank you sir, for letting me kiss your cock.”

“You are welcome, honey, how could I resist with you looking like that? And don’t worry, this won’t be the last time.” I knew he was right.