Chapter 10
It was obvious a lasting relationship with a young lover was simply not going to happen.
This was disturbing to Yvonne. She thought perhaps she could find a young stud she could service for at least the length of the voyage. But it wasn't happening that way.
That night after dinner she thought she would quit trying for a young boy. She was trying to fit a round peg into a square hole, she thought However, she never knew if she would meet Mr. Right or not.
She talked to a sandy-haired, middle-aged man who seemed quite pleasant.
"Where are you from?" he asked her.
"What difference does it make?" Yvonne slurred. "We're like ships that pass in the night. Am I right?"
"Now you're talking," he nodded. "I was looking for a woman who needed some sex. You sound like you could use some."
"You know it," she admitted. "My husband not being here makes it a problem."
"How could he ever let a beautiful girl like you go on a cruise without him?"
"A very good question," Yvonne agreed. "I don't understand it myself. But as a matter of fact, I think he's a fool."
After a little more small talk, Yvonne and her new-found friend were interrupted when his wife dropped by.
"See you later," his wife said coolly.
"Guess I've got to run along now," he confessed.
Once more she was left alone. She looked around and she saw a very interesting man. His eyes fascinated her. They were brown and intense. She liked the shock of hair that he brushed to the side of his head. But the thing that she noticed most of all was the intense way he was smoking.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked when she was alone again.
"Certainly," she told him.
"My name is Craig," he told her.
"Pleased to meet you, Craig. I guess this cruise is wonderful if you are with someone. I'm all alone."
Yvonne was going to structure the situation right at the start. She wasn't going to waste her time with somebody who would tell her later that he was married.
"So am I," he said happily. "How lucky we are."
"Yes, aren't we?" she smiled.
Craig bought her a drink and then he sat beside her. He pressed his leg against hers and they began talking some more.
"I want to tell you something," Craig told her. "I have the greatest respect in the world for you. I really do."
"Why?" she asked him.
"Because you're bold and brazen but you're honest."
"I don't read you, Craig," Yvonne said, playing it as innocent as she knew how.
"You're a hustler, honey," he whispered. "Let's face it. You didn't luck out with that last guy. He was married. But he made you think he was single. If he could have slipped away with you, he might have made it."
"You're very observant, aren't you?" she told him.
"I like to see what's happening, Craig agreed.
Yvonne figured she might as well get some money out of him.
"These cruises are expensive," she said, looking away, "and I couldn't give you what you want for less than a hundred dollars."
"I see," he nodded. "You're honest. That's what I said I liked about you. All right, a hundred dollars is fine. Your cabin or mine?"
"I prefer mine," Yvonne sighed.
After she had explained that she thought it would be best if they walked out separately, she waited for him outside the bar. The Captain of the ship walked by and smiled at her. She was grateful that he didn't stop to get better acquainted, for seconds later Craig was beside her.
"Oh, what a beautiful night," she observed. "I never saw so many stars up there."
"That's what I like about being at sea," he told her. "You can see the stars shining in all their glory."
A few more moments and they were alone in her cabin. Yvonne figured she would play it like Liz Taylor in Butterfield 8.
"The money first and the sex later," she began.
"Of course," Craig told her. "You think I was born yesterday?"
He took out five twenties and handed them to her. "Just put them on the table over there," she said nervously.
It was difficult for Yvonne to play the part of the hustler. She realized she was simply an oversexed housewife who needed plenty of men to make her happy. It bothered her in a way that she was taking money for something that she really enjoyed so much.
Craig had his own ideas about what he wanted.
"Do you mind if I strip you?"
"Do what you like. But first, let's lock the door."
She put the double lock on the door and then came back. Craig turned out every light but a small one beside her bed. Next he went over to her and started undressing her. She could tell he was getting hotter and hotter.
"Just feel of me," Craig told her.
Reaching out she felt his crotch. Sure enough, his penis was bulging.
"I've sure got a hard-on for you, honey," he told her.
Now he was prepared. He undressed her completely down to her panties. Then worshipfully Craig got to his knees. He pulled off her panties and pressed his lips against her pussy lips. He slipped his tongue into her as if he was French tonguing her snatch.
"Oh, yes, Craig," she whispered, "that feels so good, lover."
When Craig had finished stimulating her this way he undressed himself. But when he came to his shorts he insisted that she pull them down. She saw his huge penis flip into view.
"Am I well hung or not?" he asked her proudly.
"I would say you're very well hung," she observed.
Now she was prepared to give him exactly what he wanted. She stroked on his cock until it was full size. Then she got to her knees and pulled it proudly to her lips. She sucked the juicy end of it.
"Suck it for me," he whispered. "Go ahead and suck."
She let his penis slip into her mouth smoothly. She tickled the tip of it with her tongue.
"Now you're sucking," he told her. "Beautiful. Oh, cock sucker, suck me."
Yvonne's mouth moved back and forth on Craig's long, throbbing male member. She pulled off when he told her to. Then he had some other ideas.
"Would you mind very much if I used my belt on your butt?"
"Don't tell me you're a sadist," she said nervously.
"All right, I don't tell you," he smiled, "I'll just whip your ass."
He did just that. She was learning total sexuality. All at once she felt his belt lashing cruelly across her bare buttocks.
"Relax, damn it," he told her. "Let me see you relaxed."
She could see that he was deliberately frightening her with his belt. At the same time he was telling her to relax.
"Now it's between your legs, baby," he told her. "That's where I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go down there and suck you. You're gonna love it. Then I'm gonna stick my dick in your pussy and give you a super fuck."
Craig not only lashed at her bare buttocks, but he let his belt whip across her bosoms.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?" she cried out.
"Enjoy your gorgeous body," he smiled. "You are really built, baby. You don't mind if I enjoy you, do you?"
"No," she told him, "go ahead. Do what you want."
Craig let his belt lash hard across her body. She was trembling now.
"Oh, baby, you're super," he told her. "We're really gonna gave a good time."
The erotic excitement that he got as he lashed her was proven. For he used one hand to jerk on his penis while he lashed her. Next, he told her to get on the edge of the bed.
"Get over there," he ordered, "and let me give you an ass fuck first."
She bent over. She looked up anxiously.
"You're not gonna ram that big cock of yours up my ass just like that, are you?"
"I'll do just what I want to," he told her.
He gripped her ass cheeks and savagely stabbed his rock-hard cock up her rectum.
"Stop it, damn it," she complained, "you're hurting me."
Craig didn't care. With a savage jab forward he rammed his thick penis right up her asshole. She could hardly stand it.
"That's it," he told her. "Twist. Oh, baby, you'll be out of it quick if you twist your ass for me. That's it."
It was obvious to her that he didn't care one bit about her pleasure. The only thing that occupied Craig's mind at this point was the thrill of sticking his thick, long penis up her asshole without the aid or benefit of lubrication. It hurt like the devil. She admitted she was his anal sex captive. And she did as he instructed.
"Fuck," he commanded. "Fuck it."
With determined cock stabs he went on ramming into her asshole.
When he had finished screwing her ass, he slowly eased off her. Then he told her to swing her hips around. She did. The next thing she knew he was kneeling at the edge of the bed. He gripped her buttocks. He held her ass cheeks up to his mouth. His tongue whipped into her asshole.
"Eat my ass," she snapped.
His tongue plunged up her rectum. She enjoyed the sensation of his tongue slipping up her ass. But swiftly he was plunging into her pussy. He reached up and gripped her breasts and squeezed them until it pained her.
"You're hurting me," she told him.
Craig didn't care. His finger nails clawed into her breasts as he sucked her pussy. She knew it was important that she come as quickly as possible. She worked her pussy against his face as he went on licking. Now he held her tightly.
"Ohhh, eat me," she begged, "eat me."
Craig pulled his tongue out of her vagina.
"You've sure got a cute twat hole," he told her, "and I've tasted some of your sweet ooze. Now, baby, I want you to throw those nice legs of yours around my neck. I want you to pump your pussy in my face."
He went back to her pussy. She pressed her thigh flesh against him.
"That's what I want you to do," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're helping."
Sure enough, as Craig's tongue rode into her pussy, she pushed back.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "That's just like I like it."
It was a big surprise the way that he could eat her box. When he finished torturing her bosoms he got to her buttocks again. He clasped her ass cheeks tightly as he went on eating in her box. His tongue swung all around inside of her.
"Yes," he told her, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it."
This was the kind of erotic pleasure that she'd always desired. And she was pleased that he was performing so well in her.
When he finally nibbled her clit and she gushed in his face, she juiced. He sucked her up.
Now he was hard again. He wanted to press his throbbing cock into her hot pussy hole.
"Can't you stop, Craig?" Yvonne sighed heavily.
"Not now," he told her. "I'm too worked up. I want to slip it to you and fuck you good."
It didn't take him long to position himself over her. With a powerful cock stab he rammed into her. Her vagina muscles clasped his hard, sliding tool. Her hands gripped his ass cheeks.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "fuck me with your ass.
She massaged his penis with her pussy. And he furiously fucked her. She let her bosoms brush back and forth across his chest. He loved it.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Fuck."
Her pussy muscles gripped his cock tightly. He was ramming it into her with hard deep cock stabs.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "fuck it. That's just like I like it. Now you're doing it. Come on, baby, fuck it off."
With deep, penetrating cock stabs he continued slipping it to her. This was almost more than she could stand.
"Yes, yes," he cried passionately, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Fuck. Fuck."
Suddenly his cock exploded in her pussy. She enjoyed his sperm splashing into her.
"Keep fucking me," she told him as she clasped his buttocks. "Fuck me."
Parting his ass cheeks she sent her finger up his asshole.
"Hey, that's good," he told her. "Beautiful."
She locked her legs around him as she told him, "Come on, fuck it."
His throbbing cock went on stabbing into her.
"It's still thick and hard, honey," she told him. "I can feel your pulse in it. Fuck me."
It pleased him that she wanted it. He rammed it to her with proud, deep cock stabs. She pressed her pelvis up to meet his cock drives.
"Come on," he told her, "fuck."
She loved having his shaft stabbing into her. His lips pressed against hers. Then she licked his lower lip and soon she was sucking on his tongue as his cock went on slipping into her. Her legs trembled as she felt him suddenly cuming.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "I'm there. Fuck."
She went on tongue sucking him as he finished screwing her. Trembling with desire, she felt him slipping his cock to her with delirious, driving cock stabs. She gave a shudder as she came, too.
"Higher up," she told him. "That's where it feels fantastic. Fuck."
He drove his penis higher into her pussy. He could feel his cock probing the juncture of her labia.
"Yes, yes," she panted, "I love it."
She was juicing freely now and he was slipping in her pussy juices.
Craig finished stabbing his cock into her. Slowly he eased out of her.
"Thank you," he whispered.
She looked at him as a delighted smile formed on her lips.
"Did you get your money's worth?" Craig nodded.
"Just one thing I'd still like to have you do."
"You name it, I'll do it," she told him. Craig stretched out in the middle of the bed. He held his legs up. "Put a pillow under my ass," he suggested, "and then you can suck me."
She placed a pillow under his buttocks. She started sucking on his behind. She let her tongue flip back and forth against his buttocks.
"Yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, baby, now you're really using that tongue of yours. Tongue it."
Letting her tongue drive hard up his asshole got him going.
"Yes," he begged her, "suck my asshole. That's just like I like it. Now you're doing it. Suck ass."
She sucked on his ass and he got so charged up that she reached for his cock and began stroking it. Craig pushed her hand away as he applied some baby oil to his penis. When it was slippery he told her to start jerking him off.
"Give me a good rim-and-jerk job," he suggested.
She didn't complain. Instead, she went on sucking and licking away at his buttocks. He liked the way she would penetrate his asshole with tongue jabs one moment and then lick his ass cheeks the next. But all the while she kept her hand working in regular, rhythmic movements with his cock.
"Pull it," he whispered. "That's the way. Keep pulling on it. Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Just like I like it. Now you're doing it. Baby, do it."
He was getting more and more excited.
"Yes, yes," he cried, "keep doing that. Come on. Suck ass. Pull on my pecker. Beautiful."
She went on pulling on his penis as she sucked his ass out. Craig was so excited that he knew she would have to suck him off.
"Get your hot mouth over my pecker," he recommended. "I need to squirt my sperm load into your mouth."
She tore her tongue out of his asshole and flipped it to the top of his penis. She sucked down hard on his cock.
"Suck me," he told her. "Suck. That's the way I like it. Suck my pecker."
Passionately she mouthed his penis. And at the same time she fingered his asshole. Craig enjoyed the double action. She used the flat part of her hand to massage his swelling balls while she employed her index finger to slide up his asshole.
Craig enjoyed this.
"Eat it," he begged her. "Suck me. Swallow me. Oh, I want that. Suck it off. Suck and swallow it. Yes, now you're doing it. Just like that. Suck it off. Suck, suck!"
Passionately he pleaded with her to go on sucking on his long, hard penis.
"Yes, yes," he cried anxiously, "now you're sucking. That's the way I want you to do it. Suck. Suck it off."
The throbbing penis was about to erupt. She was enjoying it more every erotic moment.
"Yes, yes," he cried passionately, "that's like I like it. Now you're doing it. Suck it off. Come on, baby, suck. Swallow it."
As he exploded in her mouth, she swallowed his thick, juicy sperm. She had become a devoted sperm lover. She loved every drop of his sweet juice.
"Eat me," he begged her. "Suck me. Get it all. Now you're doing it. Suck every drop of it."
His hot sperm splashed in her throat as she swallowed his cum load.
Finally she eased her index finger from Craig's tight anus. She let her mouth slip off his cock. She looked up at him adoringly. She went on playing with his testicles as she spoke to him.
"Was it good, Craig?"
"Super suck," he smiled.
He reached down and patted her head approvingly.
"Nice of you to say that," she told him. "You have a tremendous tongue. Of course, I suppose other women have told you that."
"All the time," Craig assured her.
"Do you ever wish you were married to one woman?" she asked him point blank.
"Why?" he shook his head. "I can have a lot of women so why should I confine all my talent to one?"
"You are a very well-hung man," she agreed, "and I suppose you do have a point there."
"Don't you mean, a pecker there?" Craig said as he gripped his cock which was still erect.
"Yes, you might say that," she smiled agreeably.
Craig lit a cigarette and lay back as he continued chatting with her.
"Tell me, how did you get started in this business?"
Realizing that if she said she really wasn't in the business he would never believe her, Yvonne began inventing.
"Oh, I had a difficult time as a little girl," she told him, "and when I came of age and men began noticing my female assets and charms, I thought I ought to improve my lot in life by selling them to the highest bidder."
"That's about the most honest statement any hustler ever made to me," he told her. "You told it like it is. You're in it for the money. Why is it women have to sweat that fact?"
"I don't know," she shrugged innocently.
"Good for you," he told her. "Always be honest with men. A guy can tell when a girl is telling it like it is. And that's what you've done with me, Yvonne."
"I try to be honest, Craig," she smiled.