kitchen, nude and masturbated herself into shame simply because he had commanded her to do it. Now they were again alone, this time deep in the belly of this beautiful boat, about to do it again while her husband kept company with his wife not over a hundred feet away. What had happened to her? She had no more pride left as a human being and followed his commands like an obedient animal.
She felt like a helpless slave as she stood feeling the salt air flow cool around her naked thighs. There was no excitement in her. She was a machine until she turned her gaze to Martin and her eyes dropped involuntarily to his loins.
His penis had filled with desire. He had been standing in the same spot, his hands on his hips, watching her as she stood nude and vulnerable before him. His imagination had taken him already to the bed, thinking of the ways he would take her there. Now he was hard. His massive prick jutted out from his body like a harpoon poised to strike at a fleeing whale.
Her eyes were glued to the glistening head that rose and fell with his pulse as he stood watching her. Her next task was simple. She would walk to him, but… not like she was. She could not let him take her cold. It was bad enough to be a slave, but if she were completely cold, she would be no better than a common prostitute. If he were to take her, he would have to make her feel it, he would have to make her want it. It was her condition, the one rule she could make.
Martin did not have to be told to excite her. He wanted her as hot as he could possibly get her. He wanted her to submit to him and beg him to fuck her. It would increase the satisfaction no end.
As he walked toward her, she took a few steps in his direction. Without trying she could feel the tips of her nipples rise in erection, imitating the hard flesh that jutted from his body. A red flush spread across her cheeks and chest. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step and the quiet rolls of the yacht. She stopped, her feet spread wide, her hands placed defiantly on her hips.
So she wants to be a leader, he thought. She thinks that she can make me do as she wishes. Guess again young lady. He reached out and pinched her right-nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped at the sudden unexpected pain.
He laughed at her surprised look. She had not expected anything so sudden, or quite so painful. Greg had never taken the liberty to pinch her breasts. He had always caressed them gently with his hands, but nothing further. She dropped her hands to her sides as he let go of the sore nipple.
Her head fell back for a moment, then rolled forward just in time to see the top of Martin's head as he bent and wetly touched his lips to her nipple. No one had ever paid so tender attention to her breasts. The memory of the pain of a moment before was gone as he caressed the involuntarily hardening tip with his tongue.
He played for a moment with it, then suddenly sucked the whole end of her breasts between his teeth, forcing the firm flesh to give as he took as much as he could into his mouth, sucking at it like a nursing baby.
Janet had heard of women climaxing from breast stimulation, but had never been stimulated by it herself. Now she experienced something new. She was not surprised, though. Martin seemed to know every secret thing about her body, though he had only touched her twice before. Every pore, every nerve was at his command. She could feel her clitoris hardening to its own erection between her legs, lubricated by the damp fluids that were slowly beginning to seep from her vagina…
It was so sweet, she thought, her head lolling back and forth on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed as she imitated the rocking of the boat as it rolled gently in the swells coming from the sea. She anticipated the mooring of the rock hard penis into the soft flesh of her vagina and the lewd thought started another flood of cuntal liquids within her. The warm, tantalizing fluid found its way from the thin hair-lined opening between her closed thighs and trickled slowly onto the white flesh of her upper legs. She was trembling with excitement.
Her repulsions as Martin, his mouth still locked tightly to her breasts, knew were vanishing with each passing moment. The luxury and strangeness of the boat, her nakedness, and even the fact that her own husband might suddenly come bursting in and find her being fucked half to death by another man, thrilled and frightened her as she had never been frightened before. She felt a thrilling desire to be completely debauched and ravished, her fleeting guilt soaring away in the wind of passion that was suddenly enveloping the whole of her now writhing body.
She made no protest as Martin, his tongue swirling around her breast, slowly and deliberately pushed her back toward the sagging mattress of the bunk. She was ready, roared through her mind. God, was she ready and groaned in protest when she felt his lips leave her momentarily as the backs of her knees touched the edge of the bunk and she fell back limply on the waiting mattress. Her eyes opened and she could see him standing above her, his wide-eyed gaze locked to the juncture of her open thighs.
'Oh God, Martin, come to me! Please come to me,' she murmured between her tightly clenched teeth, her arms outstretched to receive him.
And then he did, the flesh of his body covering her like a warm protective blanket, his chest panting down and squashing her hard, firm breasts down into her chest until she could hardly breath. She quivered beneath him in a strange, glowing, sensual delight as he whispered down into her ear.
'God, I'm going to fuck you this time like I never have before.'
'Oh God, Martin. Please do. Fuck me good this time, fuck me good,' she whimpered. 'Do it quick before Greg comes.'
He grunted and their mouths locked wetly together and she squirmed and writhed her body hotly up against his nakedness. Her hand slid hungrily down between their tightly locked bodies and forced its way between them to grasp the throbbing head of his hardened cock.
'Ooooh, baby, you are learning, you are learning,' he groaned into her open mouth as she stroked gently at his loins, curling her slim fingers lasciviously down around the softness of his testicles. He moaned spasmodically and his cock jerked up of its own volition away from her grasping fingers.
She murmured and a gasp of protest died as his head dropped and his mouth moved voraciously down over her neck and breasts, bringing mixed gasps of pain and pleasure as he nipped at them teasingly with the sharpness of his teeth. And then his probing tongue moved on away and he slid down her body. His lips cut a searing trail beneath her breasts and down to the slight indentation of her navel, then swirled there momentarily, driving her almost insane as he began a further descent.
'Do you want me to lick you there,' he suddenly lifted his lips from the smooth whiteness of her belly and teased.
'Oooooooh, yes, Martin, do it, for God's sakes do it!' she whimpered down at his grinning face outlined cherub-like between her uplifted thighs.
'Do what,' he teased further, blowing the heat of his breath tantalizing down between her open legs.
'Suck me,' she hissed her words rolling out unashamedly. 'Oh God, stick your tongue in my cunt and fill me with it! Fill me with it!'
And suddenly she had no longer to wait. He nuzzled her thighs far apart with his shoulders and pressing his thumbs outward on the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt, slowly opened the smooth pink slit until the tight, throbbing mouth was completely exposed to his delighted gaze. She curled her legs around his neck and pressed the soft inner flesh of her thighs tightly against his ears. Her loins were a hot, raging whirlpool and her mouth opened, a long low banshee scream rolling from between her lips. Like a moving snake, his tongue had slithered wetly into her cunt, sending a sharp, quivering spasm racing up her spine.
'Oh, oh, oh, oh,' she chanted as he swirled it lasciviously around and around in the warm, liquid depths, flicking teasingly at the tight contracting walls of her burning pussy.
'Oh, oh, oh, ooooohhh,' she murmured on and on, her head flailing helpless from side to side on the swaying bunk.
He licked and sucked as though he were trying to devour the whole of her open crotch, using lips and teeth and his wildly thrusting tongue as though he were a starving animal. Wet, moist sucking noises echoed through the small interior of the cabin increasing Janet's excitement almost to the bursting point. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel that huge, throbbing prick of his reaming her cunt inside out until there was nothing left of either of them.
She tangled her hands desperately in his bobbing hair, her eyes tightly closed in the ecstasy of the moment.
'Get between my legs, Martin,' she breathed, her voice coming in small mewling gasps, 'Get up on top of me and put your cock in my cunt. I want you to fuck me… fuck me…'
The obscenity and wild abandon of her own words was making her blood run faster, causing her head to spin
