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Bride at Sea
🕑 Added 2024-08-14 14:00:14 +0000 UTC“Mmmmphf mmmphf” Claire mumbled as Matthews five-inch cock blocked her from speaking.
It was the morning after their wedding night, and she had fallen into an exhausted sleep after riding him into the early hours. He had finally crashed onto the pillow with his sore cock surrendering to her ever-demanding pussy that continued trying to suction onto his deflating love stick, desperately trying to milk the last drop of cum.
She had woken first the next morning and surprised him by sucking his sleeping shaft to hardness and swallowing his wake-up call, still horny she ran her teeth down his shaft and he fedexed another special delivery straight down her throat.
He looked down to see a mass of untidy blonde hair covering his groin as she expertly sucked him, her tongue licking up the last drops before she released him and looked up with those alluring hazel-coloured eyes.
“God baby, I need to take a shower and eat. I am starting to feel empty inside.” Her new husband said gingerly dabbing at his meaty dagger with a tissue.
“Ok my darling, I love you, if you’re hungry eat this.” And she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide open.
He looked at his five-foot nine wife spread before him, her hands slowly playing with her 34b tits and groaned.
“Oh fuck” he moaned and knelt between her legs, setting to work with his tongue.
Later that evening.
The newlyweds strolled arms linked together, slowly along the seafront. Sailing boats and yachts tethered on one side, small bars, and restaurants on the other. This was the second day of their honeymoon, the first having been spent rutting in the hotel bedroom, but they had finally given in to hunger and followed the bright lights down to the quay.
Each restaurant appeared more expensive than the preceding, and they scanned the displayed menu’s, hoping to find something they could afford. As they read down the list of expensive items a woman sitting at one of the outside tables with three other ladies spoke across to them.
“Pardon me for intruding, but you have the look of a young couple, exploring the world on a limited budget, would you like to join myself and my crew for a meal. They have no new stories to tell me so we would be delighted if you would join us and liven up our evening.”
Claire looked at Matthew who raised his eyebrows in question before nodding agreement, his rumbling stomach overruling any doubts.
The newlyweds approached the table and sat down, the woman who had spoken smiled at them and pointed at the individual members of the crew.
“This is Elena,” pointing to a 21-year-old, blue eyed girl with short blonde hair. “This is Magarit,” a 25-year-old Spanish looking girl with deep brown eyes, and dark shoulder length hair. “And this is Rose.” A 19-year-old brunette whose long hair curled around her shoulders, as her green eyes flitted from husband to wife.
All three of them were dressed in the white short sleeved shirts and tight blue miniskirts of the crew uniforms. From where they sat the honeymooners could not help but notice that the crew's shirts had the top three buttons undone and hardly contained the impressive busts of their dining companions, and the skirts were so short when seated that a glimpse of panty was mandatory.
“My name is Sarah”, said the leader of the group, a forty something woman, with an almost regal posture, short black hair, grey eyes, a warm inviting smile that accentuated her red lips and a body that looked like it had been chiselled by a sex mad sculptor. She wore a light grey stretch satin evening dress with a draped off-the-shoulder soft cowl neckline with matching draped sleeves. She looked radiant and elegant even as she displayed the tops of her 38d breasts like a jeweller's window.
“Please accept a glass of wine while you decide on your order,” and without waiting for reply passed over two glasses she had already poured.
“So am I right in travellers,” she continued feigning ignorance, aware by Claires constant twisting of her ring that she was a newlywed.
“Yes, we arrived yesterday, we are staying at the Hotel Tranquilla.”
“Oh yes, I know it, it is very nice if limited. If you are free tomorrow, please accept my invitation to visit my boat the one lit up over there.” and she gestured to a 300-foot superyacht that dominated the horizon.
“The chef is world class, and you cannot leave without sampling her food. If you have the energy there are also jet skis available, whilst Elena is trained in scuba diving and would happily dive with you.”
The unsuspecting married couple looked at each other a little hesitantly.
“It is my wedding offering to a happy couple; please tell me you will accept.” Sarah said with an even bigger smile aiming it at Claire.
“Oh yes, we would love to, thank you,” the recently virginal bride replied, the first sip of doctored wine already hitting home.
The night seemed to go fast for the couple, the other diners were keen to hear all their stories, and the wine kept flowing, even after they both started to feel a little drunk.
Sarah stood up “I shall retire to my yacht now and will look forward to seeing you tomorrow, I will arrange a car to bring you to my tender at 10.30 am, I wish you both a happy evening and I will ask Magarit to make sure you return to your hotel safely.” With that she departed with Rose.
Magarit supported Claire as Matthew unlocked the hotel room and they all made their way inside. They both helped Claire to the bed where she fell back and instantly passed out.
“I have never seen her so drunk or felt so out of it myself.” Matthew slurred his words out.
“You had better sit down too.” She held his arm as he lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes then letting go she produced a small perfume atomiser and sprayed it into his face.
“Maybe this will help.”
He started to fall forward but the woman was too quick reaching out a hand and pushing him backwards where he lay beside his marriage partner.
“You too sweetheart.” The smiling woman said as she sprayed the sleeping wife.
Magarit walked over and opened the door letting Elena into the room. Her accomplice carried a small white shoulder purse, and having removed it took out two sets of Wi-Fi earphones which she fitted to both. Then extracting her mobile phone, she skimmed through the screens until she found the page she was looking for.
She pressed play and then reached into the purse and drew out a black silk face mask, which she put on. “We don’t want either of them having my image in their subconscious.” She laughed.
“Is the message playing?” Magarit asked her, pausing in the middle of undressing the wife.
Elena slid the volume button higher.
“You want to make Sarah happy.”
“Always say yes to Sarah.”
“You like and trust Sarah.”
“How many times is that set to repeat?” Magarit asked.
“Seventeen, you know anything more and they will wake chanting.” She laughed again.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” as she slid the panties down and dropped them on the floor.
“She will be a popular crewmate.” Elena whispered running her hand along the bare leg.
“Now for Loverboy, this bit isn’t for you.” As she removed his earpieces and placed them in the purse. “Send the second message.”
Elena did so, briefly sliding up the volume.
“Sarah excites you.”
“Girls excite you.”
“You think of hot lesbian sex whenever you see girls.”
“You want lesbian sex when girls smile at you.”
“You should always smile at girls.”
Elena placed the Phone on a bedside unit and crawled onto Claire.
“I’m starting without you” she said to Magarit with an evil smile.
“Bitch, I have to dry him out first.” She removed the last of his clothes then started yanking at his rapidly hardening cock, cruelly pulling it until it appeared she would rip it off.
Matthew finally spewed cum all over his stomach. Magarit made a face of disgust and went to the purse returning with a syringe. She grabbed his love baton and raised it so she could get access to his balls.
“You’re not getting hard for the next 72 hours”. She chuckled plunging it in, then moving around to the other side of the bed, she took out a face mask and joined Elena.
An hour later they left, Elena first removing the ear set from the sleeping bride, while Margarit scooped sum of the cum off the sleeping husband and smeared it across his wife’s body.
Matthew wrestled with a nightmare he could not wake from. His beloved wife was being sexually ravaged by two faceless creatures, while his own cock felt like an angry animal had assaulted it. He had felt the powerful surge of climax even in the dark recesses of his mind, followed by an incredible pain from his testicles which screamed out to him to wake. He could not rise from the darkness and so he listened to the debauched noises and stored them away under the memory of a nightmare, strangely excited at the same time.
Claire was having a sexy dream; she had her eyes closed as Matthew slowly and seductively undressed her. He had never been this gentle before, every caress sent tingly sensations straight to her pussy. She could feel her bra undone and slipping away into the darkness replaced by a velvety tongue that lapped against her breasts before lips closed around and sucked, that same velvety sensation teasing her hard nipples until teeth nipped gently, closing and tugging, stretching them until she moaned with pleasure.
A hand slid down her stomach rubbing her panties into her wet gash, then they too slid down and off into the darkness.
“Sarah excites you.”
“Girls excite you.”
“You think of hot lesbian sex whenever you see girls.”
“You want lesbian sex when girls smile at you.”
“You should always smile at girls.”
She wanted to protest that it was not true. She liked men and cock but every time she tried to think the thought the message blasted through her head again.
“Sarah excites you.”
“Girls excite you.”
“You think of hot lesbian sex whenever you see girls.”
“You want lesbian sex when girls smile at you.”
“You should always smile at girls.”
Now there were two mouths on her breasts each sucking and nibbling as two pairs of hands wandered across her body heading down to her leaky cunt.
One hand slowly parted her pussy lips, and that velvety tongue came snaking down to invade her, sliding along her wet snatch, as warm hands slid under her cupping her arse and lifting so that her juices could be drunk.
“Sarah excites you.”
“Girls excite you.”
“You think of hot lesbian sex whenever you see girls.”
“You want lesbian sex when girls smile at you.”
“You should always smile at girls.”
Everything felt warm, cosy, lesbiany. She felt her pussy overflow until the dam burst and she moaned an orgasm into the dark.
Matthew slowly surfaced from his dream. He told himself it had been a nightmare from which he could not wake. His cock had been gripped as if by some fierce beast and tugged painfully, he remembered the feeling of coming in the beast’s grip, feeling his load blow out and his cock tossed to one side. Then he had a pain in his balls so achingly terrible it had almost woken him. He rubbed his hands over his genitalia but everything felt normal, it had just been a weird dream.
He glanced over at his sleeping wife but felt no arousal at her naked body, where once a fire had roared through his balls ready to blast out like a volcano, now he felt a cold frozen pond spreading through his nutsack. He saw the cum splattered across her stomach and reasoned he must be spent before falling back into a natural sleep.
Claire slowly surfaced from her sleep; she could remember little from last night. She could not remember getting to the hotel and assumed she had passed out in the car on the way back, although she could not remember Matthew fucking her, the stale cum told her he had. She did recall having a naughty dream of a mysterious woman running her hands over her body, it had seemed incredibly detailed, even including the woman rubbing her breast against her lips until she opened her mouth and suckled a nipple. Claire had never thought of another female in that way before, so the dream came as a shock, and yet even shocked she found herself wet.
She reached over to Matthew and slid her hand over his cock, but it was completely dead, ‘worn yourself out sexy’ she thought and ran a hand through his hair before sliding her hand between her legs and returning to last night’s dream.
