Pleasure blinded her, almost made her cry aloud. His finger moved gently up and down over her tender clit, and it felt fantastically good. She creamed a great gush of juice into his hand.
But of course she couldn’t let him go on touching her there. It was definitely going too far, wasn’t even remotely necessary. She was a married woman, shouldn’t be letting a man caress her clit and touch her naked pussy. Yes, this outrageous pleasure had to stop…
“That’s enough, Manuel,” she said briskly, starting to get up. “Please, don’t touch me there.”
He withdrew his hand from her crotch—to both her relief and frustration—and then suddenly grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back. It happened so fast and so expertly that she didn’t have time to fight back. Since he’d undone all the straps on her bikini, the garment simply fell away, leaving her stark naked. Manuel crouched over her, gawking hungrily at her sleek blonde body.
“Beautiful,” he sighed, “even more beautiful than I’d imagined.”
Karen blushed scarlet. “Manuel,” she said angrily, “how dare you? Please, let me up now. I’m going below and—HEY!”
The dark-eyed steward simply lay down on her, pinning her with his superior weight. He kissed her, muffling her cries of protest, and Karen felt herself slipping into dangerous dizzy lust. Manuel’s slick tongue crept into her mouth, and she let it stay there, tickling her tongue. The feel of his body was driving her wild…
His smooth naked broad chest pressed down against her naked breasts, stimulating her sensitive nipples. His crotch pressed into her crotch, and as he kissed her he somehow managed to ease himself between her legs. She felt the soft lump of his flaccid cock rubbing against her aroused clit—and then abruptly as he was getting hard. His cock got long, thick, and stiff as it rubbed her horny little button.
She wrenched her mouth away from his and gasped, “Manuel, no. We’ve got to stop.”
“Why?” he whispered. “They’re all asleep, won’t be up for hours. We can give each other so much pleasure, Mrs. Brandon. I know you want it. I can tell by the look on your face. The way you look at me…”
“NO,” Karen sobbed.
Oh, God, she wanted him. She wanted him so badly, she could have screamed. And it would be so easy. She was naked, and he was wearing only his trunks. He had only to slip them off, work his hard young cock into her cream-filled hungry cunt… She almost groaned with frustration as she thought of it. It would be so good.
“You agree?” he said, licking her ear lobe. “You let me ball you, okay? I’ll make it real good, I promise, a good long fuck…”
“Manuel, no,” she cried. “I’ve never been unfaithful to my husband, and I never will be. Please let me go.”
He laughed. “Don’t be silly,” he said. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Why deny yourself? I know he’s not taking good care of you. Am I right? You could use a better lover?”
Karen brushed back the tears. “Yes, dammit, I could,” she said wearily, “but I’m not going to have one. So Phil isn’t the greatest lover in the world—he’s still a wonderful husband and a good provider. Sex isn’t everything. No, Manuel, I won’t do it. I won’t cheat on him.”
Manuel ginned at her. “Okay,” he said, “be foolish. I’ll find other girls to ball when we get to port. I can wait. But in the meantime, we’ll just play a little, yes? Do nice things to each other…”
He drifted off, lowering his head, suddenly planting many light kisses over her naked breasts. His tongue flicked out, red and wet, and he began to lash and tease her small pink nipples. Karen gasped with the unexpected pleasure of it. No man had ever licked her tits before, and she was astonished at how great it felt. Excitement stunned her, and she forgot to protest.
“That’s right,” Manuel purred, “just relax, don’t worry… I won’t fuck you unless you ask for it, okay? We’ll just play with each other while they sleep.”
Then his slick hot mouth was on her left nipple, sucking it in. “Ohhhhhhh,” Karen moaned.
She hadn’t meant to reveal her excitement, but she simply couldn’t help it, it felt so wonderful when he started sucking on her sensitive tit. She lay back limp and panting, letting him have his way. He sucked her dainty pink nipple into taut erection, then moved quickly to the other breast. He sucked the other nipple till it was stiff and aroused.
All the while he remained lying between her legs, and she could feel his stiff throbbing cock against her horny little clit. She could feel the fierce heat and rock-hardness of his dick even through his swimming suit. It was the worst frustration of all—to have that erect cock actually touching her pussy and yet be unable to fuck him. But she couldn’t forget Phil, innocently sleeping just a short distance away.
“You like it when I suck your boobs, yes?” Manuel said.
“Y-Yes, Manuel,” she said nervously, “it’s very pleasant, but don’t you think we should stop now?”
“No, I’ll do something else for you,” he said, “something I know you’ll like.”
Karen was all too sure she’d like it—and that could be dangerous. She was about to protest, but then Manuel was easing himself down her naked body and gently pushing her legs open wider. He gazed hungrily for a second at her naked pussy, and then he pressed his face right into her steamy crotch and began to lick…
“Ahhhhhhhh,” Karen wailed.
It was too much. She simply couldn’t resist the exquisite pleasure of having her pussy eaten. She’d been longing for it for years—and it was even better than she’d dreamed. Manuel was an expert in giving head, as he was in everything. His tongue lashed and teased all over her horny wet slit, from her tender red joy button clear to her little clenched asshole.
She gave herself up to him, not fighting any more. She was only human, after all. She’d been horny for months, sex-starved for years, and she simply couldn’t pass up this chance to get some relief. Besides, the guy was so damned good… He pressed his slick hot tongue against her clit and started to lick her there, on the most sensitive organ of her body.
“Ohhhhh, my God, YES,” Karen moaned, “yes, Manuel, that feels so GOOD…”
“I’m glad you like it, Mrs. Brandon,” he said soothingly. “You just relax now, lie back, and I’ll lick you all over, eat your whole pussy for you, yes? Relax.”
Well, she wasn’t going to get up and leave, she knew that now. She wouldn’t fuck him—technically she wouldn’t commit adultery—but she was damned if she’d pass up this chance to have her pussy eaten. She knew her husband would never do it for her, and she wanted to experience it at least once in her life. Dammit, just one time couldn’t be so wicked.
Manuel pressed his lips against her squirting little clit and sucked the tiny lump inside his mouth. He bathed it with his spit, lashed it with his tongue, sucked on it hard and fast—and Karen thought she’d die of the pleasure. It was all she could do not to scream.
“Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, yessss!” she gasped, “yes, eat meeee… Oh, Manuel, don’t stop… I love that!”
His deliciously hot slick tongue moved farther down between her legs till he was rimming the juicy little mouth of her cunt. Karen squealed and panted with excitement. Then he started to slip his long red tongue into her box. It felt so great, she creamed furiously, helplessly, all around his slowly penetrating tongue. She felt the slippery organ slowly stuffing her hungry twat, and she was sure she’d never had such intense pleasure in her whole life.
“Ooooooooo,” she crooned. His tongue was all the way into her then, clear to the root, and she could only writhe around it and whine her pleasure. She knew she was making a wanton spectacle of herself, but she couldn’t help it. She lay there with her legs as far apart as she could get them, whining incoherently, her face twisted in a lusty grin, while the handsome steward worked his tongue in her cunt.
“Eat meeee,” she babbled, “lick my cunt! Oh, Manuel, darling, it feels so good!”
He fucked her with his tongue for long delicious moments, making her almost faint with joy as he thrust again and again in her long-denied cunt. Then at last he withdrew, raised his head, and wiped her cream from his face. He knelt beside her and took her hands and set them on the waistband of his swimming trunks.
“Now you play with me, Mrs. Brandon,” he said softly.
As though wider a spell, unable to do anything but obey, Karen slowly peeled down his tight red trunks. She stopped breathing for a moment when she saw the huge purple head of his erect cock. Its dark slit mouth was oozing hot juice. She quickly unveiled the rest of his stiff young dick. It was a beauty, eight fat hard inches of pale silky flesh. He had a bigger handsomer cock than any man on board.
And she wanted it. Oh, God, how she wanted it.
She tugged his trunks down to his knees, and then Manuel wriggled out of them and knelt beside her again.
