Chapter 10 – This Chapter is somewhat longer than the others. I chose to keep it together as one because the chapter is essentially about the last 24 hours of the cruise. It is just that so much happened. This is the final in this series, but there will be an epilogue story "Kristen: Odessa and Beyond..." coming in the not too distant future.
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead.
It was early Sunday morning. Kristen rolled over in the unfamiliar bed, and looked at the bedside clock. It was just 7 a.m.. She was naked, and turning to her left, saw the sight of the long, buff, naked black body of Campbell still asleep on top of the sheets, on his side, his body facing her. His beautiful black cock was semi-erect, sporting an impressive morning woody. She looked and admired this gorgeous man, who had so gently and beautifully serenaded her physically the night before.
The sex had got very steamy, with them kissing deeply many times. She was sure she had said things to him in the heat of the passion that if her wonderful husband, Carl, had heard, he might have got quite upset. He had cum three times for her, twice in her aching cunt and once in her mouth. Kristen had lost count of the number of orgasms she had. It had been quite a few, including one huge one when he came in her the first time what seemed like litres of cum as she fucked him on top. As he eased back still in her cunt, she came with a gusto, pushing his still semi-hard cock out of her cunt and squirting her girly cum mixed with his own seed onto his torso. Yes, they had truly made love.
As she remembered the night before though, her thoughts came back to her husband – the man she loved so dearly and had given her this great gift. What do I tell him today when he calls in an hour or two about the video which she assumed he would have seen by now or be watching at that very moment back in Australia? As she remembered some of things she had said the night before (yes, including calling Campbell "her lover boy"), she tried to remember if she had said anything like that in the beach scene. She couldn't remember doing it, but maybe she had? She sincerely hoped not, as the last thing she wanted was to put her marriage and relationship with her wonderful Carl at risk, despite her sexual needs.
She vowed she would talk to Carl this morning about sleeping with Campbell last night, and make doubly sure he would still be okay with her sleeping with him again tonight and at Odessa, now that he had seen the beach scene on the film. Yes, she had really enjoyed it – her pussy loved it, but she knew her heart was still back in Australia. Her thoughts were with Carl right then. Was he enjoying the film? Was he getting off to it, like he did the first? She sincerely hoped so. The potential career opportunity coming up meant much to her. She was torn, though. She really wanted to grab this late opportunity to rekindle a then blossoming early career she had given up when she married Carl. But she definitely did not want to do this, if it caused any rift between her and Carl that put her marriage to the man she loved so much at risk. Yes, Kristen was worried and feeling some turmoil.
At the same time, though, right now, in front of her eyes was this gorgeous black man she really quite liked, with a big black cock her pussy adored and ached for some more of. Her body took over for the time being from her heart and mind. She felt a familiar urging in her pussy. "Time to make love (note, not fuck) to Campbell again one more time before we get this last day on the wonderful cruise started," she thought.
Kristen leant over and gave Campbell a light kiss full on the lips. His eyes slowly opened. She nevertheless chose her words carefully. She quietly said to him, "Good morning, my gorgeous stud. Can we make love again please like we did last night, one more time? My pussy just adores your beautiful cock."
Campbell smiled. He quietly said back, "Kristen, honey. You're not falling for me, are you?"
That shook Kristen. She thought for a moment, and again tried to carefully choose her words, while not spoiling the moment as her pussy was now getting wet, aching for Campbell's cock.
"I don't think so, Campbell. I like you very much as a man. You sure have been my favourite on this cruise, and my pussy adores your beautiful big cock. But there is only one man I truly love, you know that, and that wonderful man is back in Australia right now watching our video. I really hope he likes it. But please don't spoil it for me, not here and not in Odessa. We can be friends with benefits now for a very short while, and then return to our partners refreshed and raring to go. Now, please, can you make love to me again?" she asked.
Campbell looked into her eyes deeply, and saw the torn combination of lust for him and clearly love for Carl. He himself had similar feelings, strangely enough. Although he made a living fucking gorgeous women like Kristen, his heart actually also belonged to his partner, Oksana, back in Prague. He actually understood what Kristen was trying to say. Moreover, he wanted her to get to this state to see if she could handle it, because it would be important she could handle it to be able to do the type of work she would be asked to do in Russia by the agents (he was sure she would be offered a contract). It was not only that, though. It was also because in the 3 years he had done these cruises, he had never met a girl who loved fucking so much, and yet was so gorgeous and so nice in such a beautiful, almost naïve, way as was Kristen.
With those thoughts in his head, he nevertheless decided it best to say nothing for now, and just quietly, gently, romantically with all the care and feeling he had for her, fulfil her request to the best of his not inconsiderable ability in that department. He leaned over, put his strong arms around her, cuddled her tightly, and then rolled on top of her, kissing her deeply, their tongues darting around each other's in their mouths.
Campbell soon moved down to kiss her beautiful 35D breasts, sucking and biting gently on her hard, now pierced nipples, twiddling the nipple rings in his mouth. That made her jump a little. She quite liked it. For a quick moment, her mind jumped back to Carl, while Campbell was doing it. "God, Carl is just going to just love my pierced titties." Then, just as quickly, she switched back to task. She tapped Carl, so that she could kiss him again, saying "Please fuck me now, stud." Campbell obliged. Her pussy was already saturated in juices. No lube required again this morning.
Back in the girls' suite, Room 430, Katy was engaged in similar romantic lovemaking with Ramon. As she lay there, she was thankful that she had had that quick, quiet word to Campbell on the Friday to say she didn't want to do anything special for the video, beyond the piercing and tattooing scene and the orgy. Campbell had been planning to film her with Ramon. But given Kristen was the real target of the agents, and Katy knew it, he was almost relieved. He had been struggling with the logistics of fitting Katy's scene in the schedule.
By 8 a.m., both the girls had finished their morning sessions with their respective overnight dates, and Kristen was on her way back to her suite to drop off her nightie, shower and get ready for the day. As they would be at sea all day, and it was the last day of the cruise, her and Katy had already decided they would spend the day in the nude just wearing high heels – as had most of the wives and all the boys. When she opened the door, she saw Ramon cuddling and kissing Katy by the bathroom. They had only just got up. Katy looked up, smiling. "Morning, bestie. How did it go? I had a wonderful night with my man here."
"Oh! Katy, it was just beautiful. Campbell is a great lover. But can I tell you, as much as my pussy adores his huge dick, and he makes me melt when he turns on the charm, he still doesn't come close to replacing my Carl here," she said, as she pumped her heart with her small fist. "Yes, I know and Carl knows he can't satisfy me all the time here", as she pointed to her pussy, "but he is a most wonderful, kind, generous man who I will never dishonour."
Katy could see how serious her best friend was, as she saw a little tear in the corner of one eye. She looked at Ramon, who was looking at her intently now too, with lust (or was it something more in his eyes).
