I can hardly stand it. My wonderfully beautiful child bride is finally going off on a nite of adventure with a totally loving wife/slut/sub/slave attitude. My goodness, that is a lot of things to be at any one time, much less all at once. When anyone of them are absolutely wonderful in themselves. Loving wife; how lucky can a man be? Slut; again, how lucky can a man be if he can keep up? Slave; who would not kill for a real life sex slave. Submissive; this is the thing most men only fantasize about in their wildest dreams. And here I am about to live it or get the wonderful details after the fact and maybe pics. I think of all the time we spent talking about this kind of thing happening. All the discussions, pleadings, fears, experiments in trust and growth I know now were just what we had to do to get here. Thank you HP.
So I go back to the business at hand of going to bed at home alone while my child bride is I guess pulling her dress down so she and Eric can venture off to his room or where ever he is taking her. While my mind is racing faster than a speeding bullet to steal from the movie that he has returned now playing in your local moving picture houses.
We find Eric and child bride still standing in the computer room where they were when the screen went blank. He reaches over and takes her hand, gentle pulls her to him and places a deep tongue exploring French kiss on her while he cups both cheeks of her ass in his big hands. Rubbing his now resurrected cock against her wanting pussy/cunt/snatch/mound/shaved, smooth lips at the top of her legs. (I often wonder what is the best way to go with this verbiage. Oh well I like them all so choose the one that does the most for you.) This goes on until the slut breaks off from the embrace and with pleading eyes asks Eric, "Are you ever going to take care of me?"
Eric realizing just how much in charge he really is in replies, "Oh little slut wants some attention does she?"
"Yes please take me to your room or where ever and make me cum!" She says with lust dropping her voice down to a very sexy growl.
Eric just smiles, steps back, with both hands pulls her dress back down to a reasonable level to at least cover her ass and twat (another good word that I left out earlier.). He then closes the computer room and with slut wife in hand he starts what she thinks is the journey to his quarters. Unbeknownst to her he has other plans. He has already cum so he is not in any hurry so he wants to play some more before he gets down to some serious fucking, sucking, licking sticking and dicking.
Eric asks in a demanding but erotic voice, "Whose slut are you? And what am I to call you?"
My darling child bride looks up at him with hungry eyes and replies, "Yours and my husband's slut. What you may call me is entirely up to you. You heard my husband tell me to be and do what ever you wanted for the next four hours. My husband says sluts get to have all the sex they want, is that true?"
"Hmmmm, well let me think about a name. How about EST?" Eric says.
"EST ok but may I ask what that means? My child bride asks.
"Ha-ha, how about Eric's Slut Tonight." He says. And I want you to tell anyone who asks what EST stands for exactly that. Got it?"
Blushing even redder if that is possible she nods her head in agreement. "Will there be any other orders that I need to know so as not to displease you tonight Sir?"
"No I can't think of anything right now but one can never tell what might come up for you to say, do or act on. And I like you calling me Sir" He says as he leads her into a quiet out of the way piano bar, which seems to be filled with mostly crewmembers and their friends. Maybe some of the entertainers, dancer, comedians or musicians and the like mixed into the, what appears to be a happy crowd in a party mood.
"This is not your room! I thought we were going to your room to play." She says sadly scanning the room.
"Well now, slut who is in charge here?"
"You are Sir, I'm sorry, I forgot." She says bowing her head trying to appear the good slut/sub as we had practiced and played with at home before she left.
"So you forgot huh?" Eric says as he looks around the room. Child bride assumes he is looking for a place to sit down but how wrong she is. He pulls her close and points to a large black man dancing with an attractive blonde girl about Child Bride's size. He leans in closer and says, "Go over to my cabin mate and his friend and tell them that since you are my slut/slave tonight then you guess you are theirs also." Then he gently pushes you in their direction before you can do or say anything.
In unknown territory, emotionally, sexually and life wise, you move towards the couple. Not knowing exactly how to talk to them while they are dancing you stand along the edge of the dance floor watching them. They are very good and very erotic. They are slow dancing with their bodies pressed tightly together virtually dry humping on the dance floor. As you look around you notice there is a lot of that going on. You are so turned on already this just adds to your need. Finally the song ends, so you venture over to where they are standing. They are locked in an erotic lingering kiss. You look around and see Eric motioning you on. Afraid to interrupt and afraid not to, you tap gently on the blonde's shoulder. Neither the cabin mate nor the blonde respond. So afraid Eric will be disappointed you tap gently on the cabin mate's shoulder. With this the blonde breaks away from the embrace and asks rather loudly, "What's wrong with you bitch! And what the fuck do you want?'
Taken aback by this outburst you almost run but fear again stops you. You reply, "Eric sent me over here to inform the two of you that I am his slut for the night and therefore I am to be you two's slut also." You sheepishly lower your head and await what you hope is a more gently response.
They both look around for Eric, who is standing there grinning like a fat cat, nodding his head in the affirmative. With that the cabin mate takes my child bride by the arm pulls her gently into the arms of the blonde and instructs the blonde to dance with you while he goes and talks to Eric. With that he is off. The blonde leans back checks you out and says, "Oh my, aren't we going to have fun with you tonight."
Before you can respond the music starts up again with a fairly upbeat tempo. You close your eyes grateful for a fast dance. The blonde takes your hands and spins you around dancing away. She is obviously checking you out as the two of you continue to dance. You realize you two are the only same sex couple on the dance floor, which is attracting quite a bit of attention from the room. The blonde is noticing this also and takes it as a cue to entertain the room. She turns you away from her facing Eric and the cabin mate, while dancing up very close behind you. You feel the warmth of her breath on your neck. You try not to react buy can't help it. The Blonde notices and takes that as a signal to proceed and find out just where this seduction might lead.
You look around for Eric. He and his friend have found places at the bar and are watching with eagerness of schoolboys. You begin to sway with the music and the feel of the blonde's body against your back. She takes your hands and pulls your arms straight out from you body as she begins to kiss and nibble on your neck and ears. All the time whispering into your ears, erotic, sexy, slutty things that are exciting you to no end.
She says, "Leave your arms out just like they are when I let go of your hands."
With closed eyes you whisper, "Ok."
She slowly begins to fondle you forearms, biceps and shoulders before moving her hands to your sides. Then she erotically rubs her hands slowly and with demanding pressure up and down your sides from your armpits to your thighs. Each trip down your sides and the trip back up results in a slight lifting of the bottom of your dress, until it is just below you the line that would allow one and all to know you were naked under your dress. The Blonde grabs your arms and pulls them until you are holding your arms straight down by you side.
She leans very close to your ear again and asks, "Are these tits real, Cunt?"
Again not sure which emotion is winning out either fear or excitement, maybe both, you answer, "Very much real. And very, very sensitive."
The blondes laugh and response was, "Oh so you are really liking this then?
Despite everything all the preachers, schoolteachers, mommas and grand mommas had told her all her life she responds, "No I'm no liking it, I'm loving it. I'm scared but I don't care.
With that, the blonde takes a new level on confidence into her next action. She begins to openly kiss you neck and ears again as she whisper, "Let us get these straps out of the way of our play then." With that she slowly and erotically pushes the straps of your dress down off your shoulders. You think that is enough but she then hooks her thumbs into the straps and continues them down your arms until she is able to pull your arms out of them. This action not quite but almost pulls the front of your dress down over your nipples. Your reaction surprises you more than anyone else. You don't reach to pull the front of your dress up you simply lean back into the blonde's body and wrap you arms around her body behind you. Pulling her into your back with a lusty exhibition of sexual need.