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. This chapter gets into racist themes. If you're offended by racism, well, too fucking bad.
Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams
Chapter 8
The Invitation
The invitation came in the mail, a non-descript letter Arthur almost tossed into the garbage before he recognized the names on the return address. He opened in with some reservation, given the setting for their last meeting the couple for the first time. The letter said Morris and Pam Harris really enjoyed meeting them and would like to extend an invitation for him and Laura to spend the weekend at their place. The invitation said that on Friday night, they would hold their monthly swingers party. It was well attended, and Arthur and Laura would have the opportunity to meet and possibly have sex with a lot of other couples.
On Saturday, the girls, Laura and Pam, would spend the day together and get to know each other better. Likewise, on Saturday, the boys, Morris and Arthur, would also get to know each other. Sunday, they would swap Morris with Laura and Arthur with Pam, ending in one big event involving all of them.
Laura and Arthur talked it over; they agreed that sex with the couple was the highlight of their sexual escapades at Roberts's place. It was Laura's first experience with another woman, and it was the first Black woman Arthur had sex with; it could be the beginning of something that would be beneficial for both of them. While they were enjoying their many sexual swinger adventures together, they were always sure to practice safe sex. If they could have another couple, they could be assured they were safe to play with; they could forgo the inconvenience of condoms. They were looking forward to meeting them again and quickly dialed the number provided to RSVP for next weekend.
They talked about what activities they would do together. While Laura was sure a day out with Pam would involve shopping, going to the spa, and afternoon tea. Arthur would probably spend the day golfing, cigar club, playing cards, and probably end up at a stripper club Saturday night. She wasn't sure what Morris planned to do with her Sunday and what Pam had planned with Arthur. They were sure sex, of course, would be involved; what else they had planned, they both didn't have a clue. They decided not to press for details and were looking forward to the surprise.
The following weekend, they arrived at the address on the invitation in Boca Raton. The Harris's place was a mansion sat on a large property, probably not more than an acre, but enormous by Boca Raton standards. There were a dozen cars parked on the oversized driveway, and some were even on the grass. They could hear the music coming from inside the house.
Laura looked hot, dressed in a dress with no sides; anyone who looked at her from the side could see she was not wearing a bra or underwear; only a belt around her waist kept the long black dress from showing more than just the sides of her breasts. Arthur was a gentleman dressed in a shiny black suit, complete with a black bowtie.
They approached the door and knocked on it. A young topless woman in a red micro bottom that barely covered her pussy answered the door. She had a thick silver metal collar that had 'SLAVE' written on it in black letters. Her nipples were pierced, and nipple jewelry dangled from them. It said 'Fuck' on her one nipple and 'me' on the other. She had several tattoos as well. She had a Spades symbol with a Q in the center on the inside top of both breasts and the words 'Fuck Toy' just above her pussy; the letter 'O' was replaced with another Queen of Spades tattoo.
"Yes?" she asked.
"We are here for the party," Arthur said.
"Invitation, please," she asked.
Arthur dug into his pocket, pulled out the letter, and handed the slightly crumbled-up letter to her. If he knew he needed to present it, he wouldn't have carelessly shoved it into his pocket. If it weren't for the fact that he needed the address of the house for the GPS, he wouldn't have remembered it in the first place.
She looked at the invitation and gave them a big smile,
"Master Morris and Mistress Pam are expecting you," she said. "Please follow me."
As she turned around and led them inside, Arthur could see she had a Tramp Stamp as well; another Queen of Spades symbol was above the tramp stamp.
As they followed her, there were a lot of other couples of all races mingling, some undressed, some making out, others openly fucking. It was a very erotic atmosphere. The woman led them through the crowd and stopped in front of Pam and Morris. With downcast eyes, she said. "Master, Laura, and Arthur are here for your pleasure."
Pam and Morris greeted them warmly, which put some of their growing unease at rest. Morris gave Laura a hug and a deep French kiss; Pam did the same with Arthur. Pam and Laura also hugged and kissed passionately. Arthur held out his hand to shake Morris, but he ignored it and hugged him instead.
"We are well past shaking hands; we shared wives, and we are more than friends now," Morris said. After releasing Arthur from the warm embrace, Morris squeezed Arthurs's ass. When Morris saw Arthur's shocked look, he laughed.
"Don't be so uptight; relax, mingle, and fuck." Morris said. "This is our mouthy swinger's event; feel free to get to know other couples and swap partners. My slave one will help you with your bags and show you to your quarters. If you excuse us, we have other guests to attend to, but we look forward to seeing you both at breakfast tomorrow."
"Slave?' Arthur questioned.
"It all for the Atmosphere," Morris assured him. "She's a great actor, isn't she? Also, feel free to use her." He added.
I'll get the bags, he told Laura, and she started chatting with another couple.
As Arthur worked his way through the crowd back to the front door, he noticed another White woman, completely nude with a slave collar and several Queen of Spades tattoos, serving drinks from a platter. He exited the house, walked over to his SUV, unlocked it, and unloaded several heavy bags, placing them on the ground. Since Harris didn't give them any details, he and Laura had way over-packed. He packed his golf clubs, bowling ball, and tennis racket, along with several changes of outfits. Laura did the same; they were prepared for anything Harris had in mind that weekend. As he removed the last bag from the car and locked it, he turned around and was surprised that most of the bags were now missing.
Looking around in a panic, he could now see the woman who answered the door was struggling with three heavy bags, walking towards the door.
Arthur rushed to catch up with the few bags he had. He didn't catch her until she was at the front door. He didn't notice she followed him outside and would have never expected it anyway; she was almost naked.
"Please let me take those." He told her.
"My master ordered me to get your bags," she said. She continued inside and into the house and up a flight of stairs and into a bedroom, placing the bags on the floor.
"You didn't have to..." he began.
"My master ordered me to serve you." She cut him off, with downcast eyes, she added. "Would you like to fuck me now?"
Arthur had to admit he had a Hardon for her from the moment they entered the mansion. Yes, he did want to fuck her. She was taking the Master-Slave thing a little far, but he was sure she was being well paid for her performance tonight. The temporary tattoos also looked great on her; if he didn't know better, he would think they were real.
Arthur moved in and began to kiss her; he immediately noticed she had a pierced tongue; it was a real turn-on for him. Reaching down, he slid his hand into her micro thong to finger her pussy, and was pleasantly surprised she was already soaking wet. If she were going to act like a slave, then he would treat her like a slave.
Arthur ripped the thong off her body, pushed her onto the bed, and began to savagely fuck her. It was a good thirty minutes of switching to various sexual positions before he shot his load deep into her pussy. As soon as he was down from his orgasm high, he realized he hadn't used a condom. He and Laura had agreed that if they were going to continue their swinging adventures, they would practice safe sex unless they could be absolutely assured the other couple was safe. Arthur just violated that rule.
