Disclaimer
This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. I also want to thank Kenji Sato for his editing assistance on my horrible grammar.
Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams
Chapter 5
Arthur's Teacher
Arthur could take it no more, "Oh, God, I want to fuck you."
"And you will," she told him as she slipped off her short skirt; again, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"But first, suck my pussy." she said, climbing up onto the chair, shoving her pussy into his face.
Arthur could see her pussy was clean-shaven; her pussy juices were already flowing, and it glistened in the dim lighting of the room. He wasted no time and shoved his face into her snatch, licking away.
He licked like a dog drinking water. She had never been with someone so clueless about oral sex. Part of her gig was to teach him how to satisfy a woman properly; at the time, she didn't think they were serious about that. She could see then they were. She had to stop him several times to give him instructions on how to give her oral sex. He looked at her questioningly, but he took directions well, and after forty-five minutes, his technique was dramatically improved.
Next, she moved back to giving him a blowjob and then, using her mouth, slipped on a condom onto him. She knew she was passing up on a bonus if she allowed him to fuck her bareback, but it was her rule always to wear protection, no matter how much extra they offered. She knew too many girls who had given in to demands, threats, or a little extra cash to do a guy bareback and were suffering the consequences years later.
She mounted him shortly after; she took her time, slowly moving up and down on his cock. The longer she stretched this out, the greater her reward would be. She encouraged him to play with her breasts as she was on top, slowly grinding on him; she also gave him long, deep French kisses. Here, too, he was lacking in skill; again, she had to instruct him on the proper way to intermingle tongues together.
Next, she lay down on the couch and told him to take her. Again, he wasn't she would call a competent lover. She ordered him to stop his rapid rabbit thrusting.
Slapping him across the face and yelling at him, "A woman likes a man to take charge, Fuck me like you mean it."
Being smacked across the face shocked him at first, but after pausing for a few seconds, he began thrusting into her pussy again, hard this time; he was a little angry at Dallas.
Good, she thought, this was an improvement. Still, there, he had a lot to learn. She had to stop him several more times to give him tips on how to please a woman. A woman likes to be dominated; she likes a man to take charge in bed, but not abused.
Just as Arthur was ready to come, she stopped him again; his dick was still buried inside her.
"What?" he complained, frustrated this time.
"When you are ready to come, you need to stop thrusting," Dallas told him. "Kiss me instead, fondle my beasts, just don't move inside me."
"Why?" he said, confused.
"It's called edging; you have sex until you are ready to explode and stop. The longer you delay your orgasm, the better the sex will be for us both," she told him.
He obeyed her. He kissed her and touched her body. He was beginning to slip back into his gentle sex routine. She couldn't have that. Again, she smacked him harder this time.
Shocked and confused, he just looked at her.
"Enough with the Bambi routine; you're a bull, take my pussy. Dominate me." She ordered him.
Again, he was thrusting inside her with all his strength. Better, she thought. If she could get him to do a couple more sessions with her, he could be a top-class lover. She might even consider going bareback with him.
Arthur could hold back no more, and he exploded into her. Even with his dick wrapped in a condom, it was the most prolonged and powerful orgasm he ever had in his life. He filled the condom until it was so full it was almost bursting. He collapsed, exhausted, on top of her.
She allowed him to remain in her for several minutes before shifting him off her body and carefully removing the condom. She then tossed it into a nearby trash can to join other condoms from other clients. Not from her, of course; Arthur wasn't the first guy to shoot his load in this room.
Dallas knelt next to the couch, where Arthur was still trying to catch his breath. She took his dick and put it into her mouth, sucking his dick clean. He looked at her with more than a little shock.
"You suck again after?" he asked.
She waited until she finished, removed his then-clean cock, and looked directly at him. "It's standard clean up, honey; your wife doesn't do the same?"
"Never..." he answered, in awe of what she just did.
"Well, it looks like you're not the only one that needs some bedroom lessons," she answered.
He then noticed that a new dancer was dancing in the background. Oh shit, he thought, how much is this going to cost me?
As he was getting dressed, Dallas retrieved both of her phones, unnoticed by Arthur. It didn't take her long to slip on her skirt and top; they were both ready to leave as the song was ending. They followed the dancer out of the private room, and she led them back to the table, where a fresh glass of wine was. As Arthur sat down, Dallas slid in next to him. He noticed a big bouncer was standing near their table, instead of by the exit as was his usual station.
A man approached Arthurs's table and handed him a piece of paper.
"Good Afternoon, I'm the club manager. I hope you enjoyed the entertainment." the manager said.
Arthur looked at the paper, and it was a bill. When he looked at it, he thought it was a misprint. It was 1,950 dollars. He was going to complain, but when he looked at it closer, it was broken down for him: sixty three-minute private dances at thirty dollars each and four glasses of wine.
"Shit! That was one pricey fuck", he said.
"I'm going to need six hundred dollars, honey," Dallas said.
"Six hundred dollars? You said one hundred dollars." Arthur said.
"That was for a blowjob, you have been fucking me for almost three hours straight. That's going to be six hundred dollars. I'll throw in the sex lessons for free." She said with a smile.
"I don't have that kind of cash on me," Arthur complained.
"No problem, they can just add it to your tab," Dallas said.
"Fine," he said.
The manager looked at her questioningly.
"Don't worry about it; he's good for the money. He and his wife pulled up to the tattoo parlor next door in a Mercedes-Benz EQS SUV. They should be finishing up her tattoo about now."
Laura's Piercings
Steve was exhausted; he had been tattooing for six hours straight. The tattoo was coming along great. He sat back.
"I need a break. I'm sure you could use one, too." He said to Laura.
