"I think you are a lucky man, Mister Henderson. Your wife and your daughter are both very beautiful."
The courtliness of the remark was incongruous coming from Grigor Konstantyn's wide, scarred mouth. The man had all the grace of a boat anchor. His heavy forearms and big-knuckled hands suggested a youth survived by the single tool of superior grip strength and maybe by occasionally wringing the neck of a guy who was trying to break his. By turns a shepherd, a patriot, and a war profiteer, his card nowadays read "Chairman, Konstantyn Group Port Operations Ltd." He knew that because his son had read it to him. At sixty-eight, the soft folds of surplus Grigor that stretched his open collar were more essential emblems of his success than was the Nautilus on his hairy wrist.
Herb found it impossible to feel lucky this lovely warm Sunday afternoon, sitting with Konstantyn and Burke Chandler on the top deck of Burke's boat
Bianca II.
The canvas was furled and his "beautiful wife" Claire was leaning back against the mainmast, both hands clutching lines to steady herself against the slight roll of the deck on the afternoon swell of the river. Sunlight bouncing off the water glinted on the frame of her Givenchy shades and glowed softly along the highlighted contours of her oiled brown skin. She wore a white one-piece swimsuit with a halter neckline and a cut-out ring in the front that linked the upper and lower sections. She'd pulled back the top to fully bare her breasts, and Grigor's son Andrei had taken hold of the crotch and was stretching and pulling it out of the way so that he could work his tongue up into her cunt as he knelt on the deck before her.
Meanwhile, Herb's "beautiful daughter" Robyn was somewhere below decks with Simone and the Ellises. He tried not to think about what they were up to. He did not think that would make him feel any luckier.
Claire caught and returned her husband's stare. Without taking her eyes from his she ran her tongue slowly along her upper lip and smiled. She bent her knees lower and dropped one hand to cradle the back of Andrei's head, pulling his face deeper between her thighs.
Her body shook violently when she came. She almost lost her footing. When Andrei jumped up to catch her, she leaned into him and put her hand down to caress his cock through the thin black material of his trunks. "I want to see it again."
Andrei nodded and flashed Claire that crude grin of his, a brilliant white slash across his dark wolfish face. She sank to her knees and pulled his trunks down.
Claire had sucked Andrei off on the pier before they'd even boarded this morning. Her great show of delight in doing it had entertained Grigor and Burke. She took their amusement in good humor. First, she knew that, whatever doubts men might hold about the sincerity of her adoration, their skepticism never really penetrated into whatever reptilian brain recesses housed their sexual pride. And second, Andrei really did have a nice dick, nearly as big as Burke's...and he had the advantage of youthful resilience.
Just as she had on the dock, Claire maneuvered Andrei into a position where the spectators on deck could see the action clearly. She bobbed her head back and forth slowly, easing her head forward until her red-painted lips kissed the short curly black hair of his stomach and then pulling back until the crown of his cock slipped from her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous tip before pushing forward again. Her breasts swayed gently as she moved, and she ran her hands sensuously over his chiseled abdomen.
Andrei seemed almost as pleased to be making a show out of this as Claire was. He held her hair away from her face, which simplified matters for her. She turned her head slightly to make eye contact with Grigor. Every so often, she raised an eyebrow suggestively at him while blowing his son. She sucked Andrei this way for several minutes with obvious gusto, making loud slurping sounds.
To Claire it was all theater--practicing her art for an audience, business and pleasure combined.
Our dedicated trade attorneys will see your merchandise cleared through customs while draining your balls to your satisfaction, all at surprisingly reasonable billing rates.
That was the pitch on behalf of Travis & Chandler. As for the pleasure aspect, well, she had no intention of letting this stud drain his balls down her throat a second time without first getting a proper fucking in her cunt. She stood up and led him to a padded bench seat, motioning for him to lie on his back. She peeled off her suit, climbed onto him, and lowered her pussy toward his rigid tool. He grabbed her buttocks and held her off.
"I think maybe you will like it better in your ass?"
Claire rested her pointed chin on one bare shoulder and cast him a sultry look. "Of course. But if I may offer a suggestion, you'll be missing a treat if you don't try my pussy first. Perhaps a dozen strokes to lubricate you properly? Then finish in my dick-choking little asshole."
Andrei's midnight eyes twinkled. "You are expert."
"And happy to share my experience when I can."
Waving cheerfully to Grigor, Burke and her husband, Claire mounted Andrei and rode.
†††
Matt Ellis thought it an amusing reversal of the normal order of things for his boss to demand to give him a blowjob, but he wasn't about to file a complaint with Human Resources. Instead, he gladly stood astride Simone Chandler's chest on the bed down in Bianca's stateroom and fed her his cock. She held onto his ass and sucked him voraciously, urging him to pound his prick ever harder into her throat. Her eyes were fierce and she looked as if she might tip over the precipice into pure madness at any moment. Matt didn't kid himself that this was in any way due to his irresistible masculinity or his masterful technique. It had everything to do with his daughter Kelsey's skilled tongue working over Simone's pussy at the same time.
Robyn lounged naked in a barrel chair near the bed, holding her puffy cunt lips apart with one hand while running two fingers of the other in and out of her glistening pussy. Her eyes were locked in hypnotic fascination on the fucking trio. She was in full heat from a long morning of sexual fondling and play, anxiously awaiting an invitation to join in now.
"Gonna come!" Matt grabbed Simone's shoulders and ejaculated into her mouth. Her only response, as semen started pumping up his shaft, was to suck more vigorously and to poke a stiffened finger into his anus. She quickly brought her free hand around to his scrotum, rolling and bouncing his balls in her palm while gulping down jism. Finally, she released his spent prick and fell back against the pillows. She flashed Robyn a taunting smile and licked her lips.
"I'm afraid that Matt may be out of commission for the next round," she said.
Robyn wanted cock so badly that she nearly screamed. Matt pulled his dripping prick out of Simone's mouth and walked unsteadily across the room to collapse in a chair next to her. She fingered herself frantically, bringing herself to a fast but unsatisfying climax. Breathing in short, shallow gasps, she stretched her hand out to him.
"Want me to help, Darling?" Robyn looked down at his limp dick. "I'd love to suck your cock." It was as much a plea as an offer.
"Only mine?" Matt smiled in satisfaction at the unbounded craving evident in Robyn's voice. She lowered her eyes and blushed at his question.
"Especially yours. Always yours," she said hoarsely. "But right now any dick will do."
