"Andre says he would be more than happy for you to do more stuff that you shouldn't do."
She wanted to fight, she tried to walk away, but leaving these men unhappy didn't seem like an option, she was now walking along with the narrow board and onto the boat, the younger man took her hand and helped her across which she found sweet, Oleg walked behind and held her waist, steadying her.
Following the younger man through a door; He turned to her and climbed down ladders;. She copied him and started down. As she did, she became aware of the rough touch again, knowing it was Andre, his hand gripping her waist as she descended, his touch left her waist and slid up her back as she lowered down past eye view of his crotch. She noticed a large bulge, very large.
When she got to the bottom she took in the dim dirty conditions, Andre was now moving in on her once he had navigated the steps.; she felt slightly threatened now, his hands moving from her sides and to her breasts. She stepped back before pushing his advances away; she knew he was angry and confused.
Andre looked to Oleg.
"Happy to feel your breasts he is."
She was now square on to him. Her hands moved and took hold of his hands then moved them to her tits again, squeezing her; the feeling flowed from his touch through her body. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the simple pleasure of knowing he was happy to do it.
"Andre wants to show his quarters, he wants to touch you, to explore you, it makes him happy, he wants you to respond and make him happy, we all do, but Andre wants to be happy first."
She was now quickly led down the boat; he helped her down another ladder before taking her hand and pulling her in through an open door.
The room was small, the smell musk. It was both untidy and dirty. Several adult magazines littered the floor. In a bunk was a thin rolled-up mattress.
On the wall were several photographs, Andre with three women, she guessed one in the picture was his wife, and the other two were his daughters. They looked around their early to mid-'20s.
Andre untied the mattress. As it unrolled itself onto the bunk, she could see several stains and rips. He was now in front of her, his hands roaming her. She could feel his excitement build which made her feel good.
The feeling was too lovely, she knew what was happening but making him happy was more important, he signalled for her to unbutton her shirt, as she did he unzipped his trousers, with her shirt unbuttoned, her white bra exposed, he pulled his hard cock from his pants, he dragged her to him with his hand in the top of her trousers, he unbuttoned her trousers and unzipped them.
Turning her around, he pulled her trousers down, he then removed her white panties letting them join the trousers around her ankles, he pulled her onto the bed, she didn't know what he liked better, she let him roll her to her front, he was now climbing onto her, the excitement unparalleled to any experience she had before.
He turned her stomach, but the need to make him happy turned her on and in extreme fashion. His raging cock was now hitting her as he adjusted himself.
She had made her husband wait until they were married before sex, yet now about to allow this stranger to enter her, she felt him push, he was soon inside her, her moans filled the room as she pushed his cock inside her, her head turned, cheek pressing into the dirty mattress as he continued to drop his weight onto her.
She felt him pulling at her shirt, reaching around and squeezing her tit, his hard cock telling her how happy he was, she moaned louder, and he increased his effort, knowing it turned him on, making him happier, she moaned for him to fuck her (the words never speaking from her mouth before), she could tell he understood as he again thrust harder, she was now aware of his breathing his upper body becoming closer to her, she realized he was about to cum.
She didn't want to have sex with anyone, never mind let a stranger cum inside her; she did not attempt to move. She only moaned as he filled her, his cum launching into her.
No sooner had he fell onto her and kissed her cheek, she felt the rough stubble from his chin. They both moved to the edge of the bed and sat.
The door opened, and in stepped the young boy, he held a piece of paper with the number one scribbled on it, he showed it to Andre, who laughed, the boy nervously stepped overhanded the form to her and took her hand. Pulling her to her feet, he began to speak in Russian, she bent down and pulled up her trousers and panties, she felt full, she held her trousers as the boy lead her to another room, her shirt opening as she followed, this room was half the size of the other. Still, it was a lot cleaner. Several posters of bands covered the wall.
He closed the door when they were inside, he spoke again before kissing her, he pushed himself into her as he slightly stretched up to her height, she felt his hard cock rub at her, the boy looked terrified, she wanted to settle him, to make him happy and relaxed, she moved to the bunk, and he followed trying to kiss her.
Marie sat him down. Standing in front of him, she could see he was looking at her tits. Flicking the shirt clear and reaching around her with her hands, she unclasped her bra. Pushing the bra up and holding it under her chin, she moved her hands to her tits and cupped them.
The boy's smile and red face sent a tingle to her, her heart thudding, adrenalin flowing. She kissed his neck as her hands undone his belt and jeans. She moved back as she wriggled his trousers from between his bum and the bed. She pushed them down to his boots.
Placing a hand on his chest, she sank to her knees, let down her hair, and swept it to one side. She took his cock in her hand, smiling as she started to work his shaft. She then moved her other hand to his cock, half of it on his member, the other spilling onto her existing grip, the head of his cock sticking through her firm hold.
She moved forward, she had never given oral before and was repulsed by the idea, but now it was about making a young man happy; she kissed his tip, the underside of her tongue passing over him, she knew he was watching as he fell back onto his elbows. Angling her head, she engulfed his tip, her lips pushing against her own hands. She could feel him against the wall of her mouth. Glancing up, he began to moan as he watched her cheek move out with his cock inside.
Her tongue continued to run along his tip as between her hand's grip and mouth's suck, she worked him slowly, his moaning now grunting as she steadily moved, her cheek still filling with him, her movements becoming deeper and firmer, the speed not altering she felt his back fall onto the bunk, his hands shooting up and holding the wall behind him, she felt him draw into the bed as he filled her mouth, he spoke again, and she knew he was happy even in another language.
She rested her elbows onto his thighs. Moving her finger to the corner of her lips, she pushed the excess into her mouth before swallowing loud, he smiled at her, and she returned the smile.
Movement behind her then distracted him; she turned to see Oleg standing behind her, in his hand he held another piece of ripped paper with a two untidily written on it.
He nodded to the boy before helping her up. As he passed her the paper, she adjusted her shirt to cover her undone bra. Still holding her trousers tight, she followed him from the room and into another.
Oleg had followed closely behind, he closed the door and his hands had found her hips. She found herself bucking her ass out and into him as he ground his cock behind her.
Soon she was being filled by him, he took her from behind offering reassurance he was happy with her.
It wasn't long before his cock was spilling inside of her.
She rested with her elbows on the small set of drawers and still bent over.
She heard him fixing his trousers before another man slipped in behind her, he passed her another piece of paper over her shoulder, she repeated the process for the other men, all taking her in the same position and with the same level of happiness as the last.
****
When she stepped from the boat helped by Oleg and the boy, she nervously scanned the port. Why had she acted so strange? How had she allowed them to bring her here? Remembering it made them happy and soon dismissed it.
The boy waved and turned back before stepping back into the ship. Oleg pulled the board onto the deck, and she watched him as he untied the line.
"Do you not need me to make you happy some more?" She pleaded.
"We sail now, you have done the job well, we very happy sailors, we be back in 3 months, we see you then, and we be happy again on seeing you, we are unhappy if you tell anyone."
"Oh, I understand. I won't tell anyone." She said.
"Goodbye." He said dismissively.
"Goodbye." Her voice hollow and distracted.
The boat pulled away, its engines filled the port with its sound, she looked around to see who was looking, the port was still deserted, she looked in her hand, in it was five ripped pieces of paper numbered one to five, she tucked them into her pocket before starting to walk back to the main street, her body was sore, and the pain and full feeling were becoming more uncomfortable as she walked, she slipped her hand into her pocket feeling the paper again before smiling.
'What a good girl she was making so many people happy in one night.' She thought and the lonely feeling was replaced with some satisfaction.
