No Special Demons
We were not on a slow boat to China, but it took time to cross the Bermuda Triangle. We didn't run into any ghost ships, but it did get warmer as we approached Puerto Rico.
We were 5 days into our passage, with another 12 to our first port of call in Brazil.
More of the crew were joining us on the sun deck. I'm sure it was our bubbly personalities, but the nudity might have been an incentive.
I felt like I was making some connections among the men but the officers remained immune to my charms.
Mel was the IT guy, and sure enough he had a stash of movies and all the music I could want.
He wanted to learn how to please a woman, sexually, and I was willing to show him. That got me a few perks, but what I really needed was leverage! If he secretly liked boys, I could work with that, or maybe embezzlement from the shipping company? No, not my guy.
Geegee had been nice to me too. She gave me an old pushup bra, that didn't hide anything so it was okay with the Captains nudity rule. It enabled me to use the elliptical machine without my tits hitting me in the back of the head!
Sailors still liked to watch me go through my routine. Sunbathing in the nude was also great for removing tan lines, and there was always a pair of hands available to administer the lotions.
I was learning Spanish, from Carlo, but we had to start with profanity of course.
He always traded his time with the other girls to get time with me right after my exercises. His fetish was sweat, or maybe it was really the deep labored breathing, though that would not be enough. He likes to smell me at my rankest!
He would watch my breasts bounce for 20 minutes, then insisted that I not shower or jump in the pool, which would be my normal move.
No, he did not like me after sex with others, just workout sweat, or the smell of our own intercourse got him so hot, that it made me hot too.
By this point I was 'making love' to half of the crew, like I was their girlfriend. So I got to enjoy some really good sex.
Of course I was still getting laid by the rest of them, with more of a sex slave twist to it, and to tell you the truth, I got off some on that too.
The other ladies found Fridays to be particularly hard cause it was anal day.
Not all crew members liked anal, but when you set aside a day, they are at least curious, then there were the ones that preferred it. They would trade as much as two visits mid week for an extra butt fuck on Friday.
Some people are under the illusion that having regular anal sex will stretch out your sphincter and lead to horrible leakage or worse. The truth is that your muscles become more supple and strong from the action, and if you learn to relax, it can be at least an easy fuck.
Having a sex-pert like Geegee did have it's advantages too.
She knew her crew, and she knew who to watch and stop when they might be hurting one of us. She was also happy to sit in on a session, to coach either person on technique, or lubricant, or when to relax, and when to clench.
Friday morning was enema time. Geegee took great pain to teach us how to use various products to clear out our colons, as well as giving us a high fiber diet on Thursday.
Geegee was the real joker in the deck. She liked to keep us on our toes, so she decided that there would be a bondage party Friday.
The usual schedule was scrubbed, and we were given extra free time after lunch, but the inspection tables that we hadn't even looked at since day one, were cleaned spotless.
We were all instructed to strip and hit the common shower in the men's locker room. We quietly rinsed ourselves, each remembering day one, when we were orally raped for hours on end. By now the leering eyes and wandering hands were just an everyday part of our lives, but the humiliation of being totally at their disposal, was still fresh in our minds.
As we came out of the shower room, two sailors gently took us by the arms and hustled us to our tables.
Glenn and Andy lifted me to my torture bed and strapped me down. At Geegee's insistence we were fully secured and a ring gag was installed in each of our mouths.
She even did an inspection, while the men literally grew in excitement.
When she got to me, she put her middle finger in her mouth, then slowly pushed it into my butt hole.
"They are ready gentlemen, enjoy yourselves," she exclaimed, as she backed away, then she hopped up on the closest chair to have an oversight position.
Glenn and Andy were first, giving me some fantastic oral. Two sets of hands and tongues attacked all of my sensitive parts. They made me tear against my restraints with pleasure, and brought me to a screaming orgasm, which the ring gag barely hindered.
With their loads shot, two men from the kitchen took over. The cook lubed me up then pushed into my anus while an assistant ground away in my mouth. Glenn and Andy stuck around to massage my tits or flick my clit, whatever was available to them.
Again I came, pushing hard at my buckles and cuffs. A big glob of cum was deposited deep in my throat as the assistant toppled into the abyss, then I started to bare down on my anus, and was rewarded by a buildup in tempo, and a hard orgasm from the cook.
I laughed inside, thinking of the cooks cock, and how funny it was to say 'cooks cock' fast four times.
There was a fresh cock for any free holes, so the kitchen help was soon replaced by mechanics and stewards and material handlers by the two's.
We only had two hours of free for all fucking, which seemed like 30 minutes to my oversexed internal clock.
After we were released from our bonds, we all sat on the tables, rerunning the drama in our heads. The kitchen staff had prepared some cold snacks to fill our very empty digestive systems. Shrimp and lobster, cold crab salad, and a deep vat of the best seafood gumbo you could possibly want, with fresh made rolls.
I ate very lightly, knowing that I was sleeping with the Chief Engineer tonight. He was a serious butt-man. Though we could say no to anal after midnight on Friday, I would never say no to that monster of a man.
Geegee feared him, maybe because he was in line to be the next Captain, or maybe because of his insatiable love of a woman's ass.
The first night that Ashley spent with him, her butt was sore for the entire week. No one knows when he slept, cause he pounded into her off and on for hours, and gave her a goodbye fuck that lasted an hour! Three days later, Geegee had to intervene, labeling Ashley's anus as a 'no entry zone', but also advising her on good technique, and on preparation for an afternoon of anal.
