The Photo shop
by Candyman666Β©
Although each chapter is a story on its own, you might enjoy it more by starting with chapter 1 as there may be references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters. All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. The ship's itinerary is purely fictional.
To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author's page in order of their appearance in the stories.
Chapter 48: The Christmas party with Grace (part 2).
I was lying flat on my back and above me stood a gorgeous naked woman with a foot on either side of my head. She was the spitting image of Sigourney Weaver in the movie Half Moon Street. My eyes went upward over her never-ending legs towards her enticing bush, over her flat stomach and when I arrived at her face she looked down at me between the valley of her relatively small boobs with fuck-me eyes. In passing, I had seen that her nipples were small but rock-hard. She had the most adorable hairstyle, very fashionable in the eighties. Suddenly, her pussy started to come down as she squatted over my face. It barely touched my mouth, I stuck out my tongue to get a taste, but it disappeared up again out of reach of my eager mouth, her arms went straight out in front of her like she was doing squatting exercises.
She came quickly down again teasing me with her pussy. Then all of a sudden I was looking at her ass, just above my face and it felt as if her hot mouth engulfed my rock-hard cock. She slid her wet cunt over my mouth and face masturbating. Before I could realize what was happening to me she had changed her position again this time facing me. God, she had the most beautiful hollow stomach with in the middle the cutest navel. I tried to put my hands on her butt, but she kept evading me and sat down on my flesh sword which was pointing towards the ceiling, harder than I had ever experienced before in my life, when all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice shout, "Hey wake up sleepyhead, time to get out of bed!"
I opened my eyes blinking and saw Grace standing at the side of the bed.
"Where were you? And for whom is this nice erection you're sporting?"
"Oh my God Grace, I must have been dreaming."
"Yeah, and judging by the size of your cock it must have been quite a dream."
"I have no idea where this came from, but I was dreaming of a woman that looked exactly like Sigourney Weaver in this movie I saw. The one where she plays the part of a brilliant researcher, who is short of money and moonlights as a high-class escort to make ends meet. In the course of the movie, she becomes the pawn in a political game involving a nobleman, a part played by Michael Caine."
"Big fan of Sigourney are you?"
"Absolutely I saw all her movies, with at the top of my list "Gorillas in the Mist."
"She didn't do any sex scenes in that one as far as I remember, but yeah in the one you were dreaming about she did, lots of them. But enough dreaming, time to get up. Despite that I am your slave until 7 tonight, I need your help to prepare the food for today. As you can see I follow the rules," she said taking a spin, her arms in the air, showing me she was completely naked.
"Yes, and I love you for it, but as my slave, your foremost duty was to take care of my personal needs like this painful erection for instance."
"Yes of course but we'll have to be quick about it, we will need all morning to prepare the food."
Grace quickly climbed on the bed and began to gobble up my dick. This felt divine and given the imposed time restriction, there was the added advantage I didn't have to restrain myself, I could let go as quickly as I felt the juices rising. She was really working towards making me cum as quickly as possible. I helped by letting my hands wander over her lovely naked frame. When I came to her butt I felt she still had the buttplug in her ass.
"Are you still plugged up?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmmm," was all she responded, her mouth now also plugged with my hard cock.
"Shall I take it out?"
She shook her head giving me a no. She lifted her head, my cock slipping out of her mouth, looked at me, and said, "if it pleases you Master I would like you to fill my pussy like you did my ass with your precious cum."
"Be my guest slave, slip that wonderful cunt of yours over my cock so I can give you my essence." It all sounded a bit bombastic, but hey she started it.
She straddled me, grabbed my shaft which was covered with her saliva, pointed it at her snatch, and impaled herself on it, turning the last part of my dream into reality. I was still so turned on by the dream of fucking one of my favorite movie stars it didn't take me very long to explode like a supernova and blast jet after jet of hot cum into her waiting pussy. Me playing with her goodies while she fucked me also helped give her, a body-shuddering orgasm, although not as explosive as mine.
When after a short while we had returned to earth she urged me to join her in the bathroom for a shower, but I looked at her and said, "Now as an obedient slave, go take care of the cooking. Me I will have a sleep-in and lie about like the king of Siam just watching you slave at the hot stove."
She looked rather crossly at me and responded, "I don't think so mister, you wanted a nice Christmas dinner, so you are going to help me prepare it, Master or no Master."
"But of course, I'll help you, I was just pulling your leg," I said with a big smile making her cross face change into a smile again.
"You did it again didn't you, just to make me angry?"