"I have to be back at work on Tuesday, Sir."
"Right, yeah, I know. But...after all this. Can you go back to whatever your love life was before?"
Ah. No, and he knew it. And I knew it. But I'd been trying to avoid thinking about it. I kept looking away, trying to stop my eyes from tearing over, telling myself it was just all the pain in my body, nothing more. Fortunately, Sir didn't make me answer. He stroked the side of my face for a few minutes, before telling me to get up and join him for breakfast. I took a few minutes to collect myself before sitting at his feet in the main room, still dripping with the cum of eight men.
"You really are the biggest slut. The best slut I could have found."
"Thank you, sir."
He fed me at his feet again. After, he pulled my head onto his lap and stroked my hair. I loved being petted by him. I didn't want the moment to end. Just like every other day, I had no idea what he had in store for me. Each day seemed more extreme than the last; I wasn't sure how he'd manage to top the fuck fest in the bar. I thought back to our first day at sea and how tame it seemed now.
And tame is what the rest of the day ended up being. Mostly. He let me bathe myself for the first time on the ship. He told me to ignore what Miranda's wardrobe plan was and to just wear what I wore in the plane trip. Fortunately Reggie had had the dress cleaned and pressed before putting it back in our closet, but the red panties were still musky from how wet I got on the trip out. When I mentioned that to Sir, he said to just go without them. Eek, I should have just put them on. I still wore the red push-up bra.
When I was ready, he ushered me off the ship where we met with a man holding a sign with Sir's name. He was maybe 25-30, really average in every way, not too tall, not too short, not to fit, not too fat. I couldn't even tell if he was from Mexico or not. He turned out to be a tour guide who took us around the port town. But there was still some fuckery going on. The guide drove us to a botanical garden. After touring the garden, the guide led us to a secluded place where four or five men were waiting, cocks hard. I sucked and fucked while Sir and the guide watched for a while before joining in. We got back in the car right after. Of course, Sir wouldn't let me wipe myself, but he let the driver put down a towel on the seat of the car to catch the cum in my cunt and ass. We repeated the pattern at a museum and a tequila factory, with men hard and ready to fuck me in secluded places on the tour. Sir also delighted in having me bend over things on the tours, flashing my naked ass anytime he felt he could get away with it.
We went to a lovely restaurant after the tours. We had a table that overlooked the ocean, secluded enough that Sir ordered me to strip and eat at his feet, just like breakfast. He had me suck the first waiter, and then every time something was brought to the table, if it was a different guy. I sucked all of them, swallowing all of their loads. Sir watched, like he always did, but he seemed more pensive, and he didn't use me after lunch. He did let the driver bend me over the hood of the car and fuck me in the ass, though, before we went off to the afternoon adventures.
The afternoon adventures were on a beach. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do about a swimsuit, but the guide produced a bag with a towel and pop-up pavilion. He told me I didn't need to worry about wearing a swim top, but he handed me a bikini bottom that he said would keep me "legal" on the beach. It was small enough to fit in my small fist, really just a string around my waist with a slightly wider string running between my legs. Sir ordered me to strip right where the guide had set the pavillion and put on the fictional bottoms. At least I had been able to take off the red fuck-me shoes when we got there and be barefoot.
The guide also produced a collar and a leash, and something else which I didn't recognize. He handed the collar to Sir to fasten around my neck. Next the leash. I wanted to melt into the sand, I was so mortified. But Sir wasn't done yet.
"Bend over."
Sir tugged at the leash, pulling my head down. I figured he would just fuck me, or have someone fuck me, but instead I felt a lubed thing against my ass. The guide pulled the string bottom away and shoved something into my ass; he was not gentle about it. Sir indicated I should look at my behind. I realized it wasn't just a butt plug, it was actually a puppy tail hanging out my asshole, on some sort of spring.
"Wag."
I thought I was mortified before. I could see people pointing and laughing. I could also see Sir looking at me expectantly. I shook my butt, the spring making the tail bounce and wag.
Sir could read me so well by now.
"We're going for a walk. You will keep your chin up and show yourself proudly, pet."
"Yes, Sir."
I still felt like my face was as red as the panties that I wasn't wearing as Sir paraded me up to the bar. I could see every eye on me as I walked there, essentially naked, my tail wagging behind me. The string between my legs was rubbing against my crotch, adding to my shameful arousal. I started to drip down my leg. I remembered how I felt on the way to the boat trip, being dragged naked through the street by my tits. When we got to the bar, Sir ordered me to kneel beside him. He ordered a beer for himself and a asked them to bring me a bowl of water, which he had set on the floor. He nodded towards the water when it was brought. I knew what he wanted. I got on my hands and knees, feeling the shift of men in the bar to the area behind me, where I was flashing my cunt and ass for everyone to see as I lapped at the bowl. He made me finish the whole bowl, though he allowed me breaks in between.
"You have to stay hydrated, pet."
And then as we left the bar, he made me crawl all the way back to the pavilion as he led me on the leash.
The guide had six guys waiting inside the pavilion, which had the privacy sides down. Sir had me lie on beach towel and just move the string in my crotch to the side while I spread my legs. They ran a very efficient train on my cunt; none of them lasted more than a few minutes before they shot their loads and left us alone. The guide took up the end of the train, fucking my cunt while he whispered a string of Spanish into my ear. He'd already fucked me a few times during the day, so he took longer to cum in me. He was really loud when he did, roaring out. We weren't far from other people on the beach, so I was mortified when he raised the sides of the pavilion. He just pulled his jeans up but let the fly and button undone, so it was pretty obvious he was the one making the noise and he reveled in the looks he got. While we had the privacy sides down, Sir had changed into a pair of swim trunks that the guide brought him.
After the guide left us, Sir put down a towel next to me and dragged his fingers through the torrent of cum seeping out of me, but he didn't fuck me. We had a nice time just basking in the sun on the beach. I thought about how gray and gloomy it probably was back home and how awesome it was to be here. But that also made me sad to think that the next day we'd be sailing back, and then flying back. I resolved to not think about it anymore today, to just enjoy the day.
I guess the security guys really did miss me from yesterday when I was too fucked up. literally, to service them. There were 23 guys waiting to strip search me when we got back on the boat, and I mean strip search. They squeezed my tits "to make sure I wasn't smuggling anything in them". They made me squat and shoved their fingers up my cunt and ass before they fucked me, hard and fast and brutal. Word must have gotten around about what a pain slut I was because they were very rough with me.
Sir and I soaked together in the tub after we got back to the cabin. He washed my hair and back and front and cunt and we talked. We hadn't really talked much about things outside of the cruise, but now he asked me about my family, which what a short story, just a mom on the other coast who I didn't see often, no siblings or aunts, uncles, cousins. He told me about himself, more about the uncle who left him all the money, more about the tech work he did before he became independently wealthy. I loved every minute of it, but I also felt sad knowing we had just one more day and night together.
We had dinner in one of the beautiful restaurants. I wore a lovely evening gown -- sapphire blue, very low cut, but tasteful, with a gorgeous push-up bra that had all the guys staring at my tits even more than usual. Sir let me sit in a chair, but he still ordered my food and fed me the first few bites. We went to the casino for a bit after, where he discreetly fingered me under the blackjack table so I couldn't really keep track of any of my cards. I thought at one point Sir might offer me to one of the men at the table who couldn't keep his eyes off my tits, but he didn't. He kept me to himself all night. When he got me back to the cabin, he fingered me until I was begging to come, and kept me edging for what seemed like hours before finally letting me explode in a gushing orgasm. I thought maybe he would try and fuck me after all the gushing, but it didn't seem to hit the right buttons for him. He just held me and we fell asleep together.
