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I was fortunate enough to win a cruise for two to the Caribbean. So, naturally I called up Karen and asked if she could go along. Much to my delight, she accepted. We met in Miami and rode together to the pier. I was totally amazed at the size of this ship. Taller than an aircraft carrier but just as long, it almost made you wonder just how in hell did it not roll over. After boarding we made our way up to the tenth floor and checked out the room: private bath, king size bed, a couch, a TV, a fridge stocked with water, beer, wine and some booze. And of course, our own private balcony! From the moment I saw it, I pictured Karen, naked, leaning over the rail, my hands clutching her breasts, thrusting deep from behind until she milked me dry, then stepping back into the room, dropping on the bed and continuing to play. And we’d be doing this for a whole week! We decided to go up and get some food by the pool as we explored the ship. Stepping out of the cabin, into the hallway we met our next door neighbors. Deiter and Inge, a forty-something couple from Germany, who cruised quite often. We decided to go exploring together and wound up grabbing some lunch by the pool. As we sat and chatted, getting to know one another better, the conversation went from hometowns and travel to more personal stuff. I noticed at one point, Inge’s hand kept disappearing under the table and Dieter kept smirking. Curiosity getting the better of kumköy escort bayan me, I dropped my napkin and peeked under the table. Inge’s hand was wrapped around Dieter’s exposed cock, slowly stroking it. I also saw Dieter’s hand cupping the crotch of Inge’s shorts. Emerging from my napkin rescue mission, I saw both of them smiling. I’d been busted! I blushed. Unfazed at being caught, Dieter said, in slightly accented but otherwise perfect English, “We like to enjoy each other as much as possible. We also like the danger aspect of being caught. It makes it more exciting for us.” Then he raised the hand from her crotch and fed her his middle finger, visibly damp from his under the table adventure. The conversation turned to sex very quickly, covering likes, dislikes, kinks and experiences. Finally, Inge asked me, “Would you like to party with us? We like to swing and enjoy other people as well as each other.” I turned to Karen, silently questioning her, searching for an answer in her eyes. She looked back at me, smiled, turned to Inge and Dieter, and said, “Hell yes!” Dieter mentioned the possibility of connecting the two staterooms via the balconies and we readily agreed. What I had envisioned as a fun trip with a gorgeous redhead, just took on a new meaning. With the two rooms connected, we sat down and discussed our arrangement in detail. Dieter, as it turns out, is a Dom, kumköy escort Inge is a switch. Our roles were not any different than normal, with me deferring to Karen, letting her be the dominant in our relationship. Additionally, Dieter and Inge were practitioners of mild BDSM. ————– MY CABIN We split up, Dieter and Karen went to his stateroom, Inge and I stayed in mine. She wasted little time, ordering me to strip as Karen and Dieter walked to the balcony. “You will do everything I say and refer to me as mistress, understand?” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied, standing in front of her without a stitch on, my hard-on already fully erect in anticipation of what was to come. “Lay down on the bed” she said sternly. I did as ordered. “And under no circumstances are you to touch your cock. Or me!” The prospect of being used by this pretty blonde had put some kinky ideas in my head, my cock lying flat and stiff against my belly. I watched intently as she slowly peeled off her clothes. She was tall, blonde hair in a pixie haircut, thin, small breasts topped by puffy, pointed nipples. Her bush was trimmed only to the point of being invisible under a bathing suit, and, as they say, the collar matched the cuffs. She pulled my hands together and fastened them with her bra, telling me to hold them over my head. Pushing my legs apart, she examined my manhood up close, hefting my balls, gripping Escort kumköy my shaft and squeezing, to the point of minor discomfort. I moaned, and was told “Silence!” Inge grabbed the thong that she had just taken off and stuffed it in my mouth. It both smelled and tasted of her, and I sucked on it contentedly as she continued to play with my cock. “Ahh! This is what I wanted,” she said as she licked the drop of pre-cum that she had squeezed from the slit in my helmet. I felt her velvet tongue on the underside of my shaft as it feathered along the sensitive juncture with my cock head. I struggled not to moan, for fear of a painful reminder of who is in charge. My cock twitched with need, prompting Inge to pull off, snapping “You will not cum without my permission! Understand?” My panty muffled response of “Yes Mistress,” was barely audible. She turned her attention back to my painfully hard erection, teasing it with her fingers and tongue. I struggled to remain still, not wanting to displease. The only noise came from her lips as she slurped and sucked, allowing me to hear the noises emanating from next door. Unlike Inge, Dieter seemed to be encouraging Karen’s enjoyment, and it was evident. Much noise was emanating from Dieter’s stateroom, while I was brought to the brink of orgasm several times, then brought back from the edge by a slap, a pinch or a squeeze. I wanted so much to cum, but didn’t dare. I heard Karen howl in orgasmic pleasure and it made my cock twitch. Inge noticed, pulled off momentarily, “No coming!” she snapped before devouring my helmet again, edging me close one more time.. —————- DIETER’s CABIN As they left my stateroom, Dieter and Karen heard Inge order me to strip.
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