James and I always shared a dream of taking a cruise to Alaska. We frequently sat up late at night discussing our fantasies of going to our forty-ninth state. We found early in our relationship that we both loved whales and had a desire to watch them migrate.
Finally, we saved enough money to afford the cruise. Our travel agent found us a really good deal that even allowed us a few extra days in Los Angeles.
James was so excited he started packing three days before we were to leave. I looked all day for a dress I loved. When I finally asked him, James said he had already packed it.
The night before we were to leave, Ryan called. He knew we were leaving town and would be gone for a while.
"Baby, you know you can't make it for two whole weeks with out some good dick!" he teased. "You know that namby-pamby boyfriend of yours can never satisfy you. You need me to give you enough until you can find some stud on that ship to take care of your needs," Ryan informed me.
"Yes, you're right, sweetheart; so when can you be here?" I asked. "I really do need a good cock right now. I'm sitting here masturbating just thinking about you," I confessed.
"Be here in two hours. Then you can show James how a real man takes care of his woman!" I laughed.
"YES!" Ryan exclaimed, "I'm on my way, baby.
I told James that Ryan was coming over to give me enough cock to get me through the flight. He became so excited that his little prick got hard and pushed his shorts out in front of him.
"I'll run your bath and lay out your clothes," he said on his way to the bathroom.
I finished my coffee and followed him taking off layers of my clothes as I walked. My blouse lay at the entrance of the kitchen; my skirt flounced in the middle of the living room. I pulled off my undershirt in the hallway and as I stepped into the bathroom, I flipped my tong in James' face.
I stepped into the warm rain of the shower and my pores rejoiced with the pleasure the hot water gave me. I stood there for a few moments just letting the pressure relieve the tightness in my back.
I washed my hair and shaved my legs. Then the curtain was pulled back. I viewed James' naked body, his dicklett now hanging limp.
"May I wash you Ma'am?" he asked.
"Yes, James, I would like you to bathe me," I murmured through the pounding spray.
He stepped into the tub and started washing my back with the strength of a massage. The pressure relaxed me as he washed my neck.
"Mmmm, you do bathe me as I've never been bathed before," I complimented his hands. "You wash all of the stress from my body."
"I do aim to please, Ma'am!" he replied.
After he had washed me, James stepped out of the tub. I could hear him dripping and his wet feet slapping the hard wood floor as he walked down the hall.
Shortly, he returned. As usual, he had two warm towels, one for my hair and one for my body. He wrapped my hair and I stepped out for him to dry my body.
Once I was dry, I went into the bedroom to dress. James had laid out a sexy mini skirt with a mesh top. My stilettos were on the floor beside the bed.
I dressed and just as I had slipped my shoes on when I heard the doorbell ring.
"Good evening, Master Ryan!" I heard James saying.
"Hey, James, how's things?" came Ryan's deep voice.
"Very well, Master Ryan; Mistress will be out soon. She is dressing. Would you care for a drink, Master Ryan, while you wait?" James asked.
"Yeah, give me a Vodka rocks," Ryan requested, and while you're at it, make your Mistress a gimlet.
Yes, Master," James replied and I heard him leave the living room.
I fluffed my hair and admired myself in the mirror. I walked into the hall and when I saw Ryan's magnificent body my juices started to flow and a smile came to my lips.
As I entered the room, Ryan approached me with his arms open.
"You look beautiful tonight, baby, he said as he took me in his arms and kissed me. "James went to make us some drinks.
"Mmmm, good, I could use a good drink tonight," I replied and rubbed my hands on his tight chest. "You feel so good! I've missed you. You need to come around more often."
Ryan kissed me hard on the mouth and his hand went to my left breast. He tweaked my nipple and fire flowed through my pussy. The orgasm was delicious.
When James entered the room with our drinks, Ryan's hand was between my legs playing with my clit. He put our drinks on the table and went into the bedroom.
A few minutes later he returned. "Master Ryan, I have prepared the bedroom for you to ravage my Mistress if it is your desire to use it Sir!"
Ryan picked me up in his powerful arms and carried me into the room. He laid me on the bed the stripped off his clothes.
As he dropped his pants, his stiff arrow pointed at my face. I reached out for it but he slapped my hand away.
"You can't just take that; you have to work for it!" he teased as I stuck out my bottom lip and pouted.
"Oh really?" I asked, "and what am I supposed to do for the privilege of sucking your perfect dick?"
He smiled an evil smile then looked around the room. He spotted something that made him shake his head. He looked from me to James and his smile became a grin.
"Come here, wimp!" he demanded of James.
James went eagerly, "Yes, Master Ryan, what may I do for you, Sir?"
"Go get that strap-on for your Mistress, boy!" Ryan commanded.
James dutifully picked up the strap-on and brought it to me.