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  I stayed behind her and slipped the straps off her shoulders, laying the bra on the bed.

  When I started to walk behind her again, Eric stopped me. “Disrobe her from the front,” he said.

  I took a deep breath and stepped in front of her. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. My face felt hot. I’d never imagined undressing a woman, not in my wildest fantasies—which I now realized were pretty tame.

  Hooking my thumbs in the top of her pants, I started to slide them down, but the thick elastic band clung to her upper thighs. I was forced to kneel in front of her and pull her pants to her ankles.

  When I came face to pussy with her, my assertions that I wasn’t really a lesbian were confirmed. I didn’t have the urge to put my mouth on her pussy lips. Yet, I did have a fleeting thought of sliding my fingers into her slit and teasing her as she had teased me.

  When her pants were pooled around her ankles, she stepped out. She didn’t seem one iota less comfortable naked in front of us than clothed.

  I felt much less comfortable, however, since in my bare feet, she was not only a good five inches taller than I was, but a couple of bra sizes bigger. Standing next to her, I felt dwarfed in every way.

  “I’m thirsty. You two go and bring back wine for all of us.”

  Alexis grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind her. Just before we got to the steps, I realized we’d have to go up on deck to get the wine.

  I tried to pull away from her. “I don’t want to go out in public naked,” I said.

  “We’re not at the docks. Who’s going to see you out here?”

  She tugged on my hand and I followed her out, glancing right and left as I emerged on deck. There was nothing but dark water.

  Alexis picked up the open bottle of wine, stuck her finger in the top and turned it upside down, capturing a drop on her fingertip. She reached out and rubbed it onto my nipple.

  Despite the earlier contact, I tensed up at the intimate touch from her. But I stood like a statue and watched as she bent over and took most of my small breast into her mouth. As she began to suck, I pulled away until my nipple popped from her lips like a cork from a bottle.

  I picked up two glasses and held them in front of me for protection. She acted as though she didn’t notice. She repeated the action with the wine, only this time, she spread the drop onto one of her own nipples.

  “Wanna taste?” she asked.

  Some little part of me did want to put my lips on her breast, just to know what it was like, but I couldn’t give her the satisfaction.

  “No,” I said. “I told you, I’m—”

  “Not a lesbian, I know. You don’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy another woman’s body.

  You really need to loosen up and live a little, Tanya.”

  My hands dropped to my sides. She was right about that. I was uptight, but I wasn’t sure someone as naturally inhibited as I was could change that.

  Taking a step toward me, Alexis rubbed her wine-dampened finger on my other nipple. It hardened immediately.

  She sat down on the bench next to where I stood. She put her hand on my back to hold me in place. Her tongue came out from between her lips and teased my breast. My breathing quickened. I was mesmerized by the sight of her wet tongue caressing my hardened nipple.

  She sucked, and I felt the pull all the way to my crotch.

  “Uhhh…” My eyes fell closed. Her hands skimmed down my sides and rested on my hips.

  A horn sounded.

  I jumped back into the shadows just as a boatload of rowdy young partiers sped by.

  “Woohoo!” They called to Alexis.

  “Woohoo!” She cried out as she raised her hands up above her head. The wind blew her hair away from her face. She threw her head back and stretched her arms out behind her as if she might just fly off the deck.

  For the first time, I was truly envious of her. I could never be so unrestrained.

  “Where’s my wine?” Eric bellowed from below.

  Alexis grabbed the wine and a third glass. I followed her down, carrying the two glasses I was holding.

  When we got to the room, Eric was lounging on the bed, robe open. No doubt he had a hot body. His shoulders were wide and his waist was slim. I hadn’t seen many naked cocks, but I was pretty sure his was about average size, maybe a tad bigger. It didn’t matter much to me, since my pussy was as small as the rest of me.

  Alexis set the glasses on the table and poured the wine. I stood near her, waiting for my glass, needing a bit of liquid courage. The previous wine had long worn off and I was pretty jittery, not knowing what to expect next from these two. Yet, I wanted to know what they had in store for me. Even if we’d been on dry land, I couldn’t have left without finding out.

  “Did my new slave behave well?” Eric asked.

  “She wasn’t very cooperative,” Alexis replied nonchalantly. “I wanted her to suck wine off my breasts, but she—”

  “But, I let you—” I stopped myself because it felt weird confessing to Eric what Alexis and I had done.

  “Enough,” Eric said. “Slave.” He was looking at me now. “Though she is a slave too, Alexis is a loyal servant of many years. She is your superior and you must do whatever she demands.” He turned to Alexis. “Do you wish her to be punished?”

  “You are the Sultan, Your Majesty.”

  “I think she needs another kind of lesson…in total submission. She must learn her place.

  Lie down on the bed.”

  Why didn’t I say “no” to him? Why was I letting them treat me this way? Although he was undeniably hot, it wasn’t as though I was in love with Eric. Did I still have such a desperate wish to be in with the “cool kids”?

  “Now!”

  There it was again. The involuntary squeeze between my thighs whenever he ordered me around. There was no denying this master-slave scenario was exciting to me.

  I walked quickly over and lay down on the bed. Eric pulled something from a nightstand drawer, and next thing I knew, he was tying my wrists together above my head.

  I thought about the fact that I was stuck on a boat in the bay with these two people I really didn’t know that well, and now I was naked and tied. Fear fluttered through me and mixed with the excitement that was already there.

  “What are you going to—”

  “Silence, Slave!”

  My pussy creamed, right on cue.

  Eric dipped his finger in his glass of wine and spread the liquid over one of my nipples.

  Alexis licked her lips seductively.

  Eric spread wine on my second nipple. “Join me,” he said.

  As Eric sat down on the bed next to me, Alexis came around to the other side and did the same. They gave each other knowing looks, then bent their heads simultaneously.

  When their tongues touched my nipples, I jumped and took in a quick breath. I’d never had both licked at the same time. The sensation was heavenly.

  The two of them were so in sync. They lapped the wine off my breasts, then rolled their tongues around on my nipples in unison. I tried not to squirm. For some reason, I was still hesitant to let them know how much I was enjoying Eric’s kinky little fantasy…or was it Alexis’?

  They both sucked hard at the exact same moment. I moaned loudly, then tried to recapture the air with stuttering breaths. I strained at the rope around my wrists, wishing I could touch my pussy while they pleasured my breasts.

  I hadn’t realized my eyes were closed until I felt the chill on my chest. I lifted my lids to see that they’d stopped and were both staring at me with self-satisfied expressions. I so wished Eric would just fuck me now. I was extremely horny and only a man’s cock inside me would do.

  “What else did you want to do to our new slave, Alexis?” Eric asked. “You know I love to watch. You have carte blanche.”

  That sly smile spread across her face. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” she said.

  She moved down the bed and knelt near my foot. Her tongue trailed over t
he top of it and around my ankle as her hair hung down, tickling my legs.

  “Oh…” I said. I wasn’t sure if the moan was caused by what she was doing or by the desperate throbbing in my clit.

  Slowly, she worked her way up my shin. She pushed my legs apart and sucked on the

  inside of my knee.

  I moaned. I’d never realized that was an erogenous zone before.

  She continued up the inside of my thigh, sucking one spot after another until I could feel her breath on my pussy lips. I didn’t care that she was a woman anymore, I just needed the contact…desperately.

  My hips thrust in silent begging.

  She laughed, then went down to my other ankle and started again. I thought I would die of need before she got around to satisfying me. And I still wanted that fuck from Eric.

  I looked over at him. He was lounging in a chair nearby, sipping a glass of wine . When he saw my eyes on his swollen cock, he reached down and stroked it tauntingly. Fresh cream saturated my pussy as if readying itself for him.

  Alexis had worked her way above my other knee and the tease was nearly unbearable.

  When she sucked at the very top of my thigh, her silky hair brushed against my pussy lips.

  I whimpered.

  She stopped. “Okay, Miss I’m-not-a-lesbian, beg me to pleasure you like only a woman can.”

  My clit throbbed, begging me to beg her. If only she hadn’t put it that way, I would have, but I just couldn’t say what she wanted me to.

  After several moments of silence, she said, “All right then.” She moved up the bed and straddled me—one knee on the bed just under my left shoulder and one foot on the bed under my right.

  Afraid she would sit on my face, I raised my bound hands and held them against her stomach.

  “Sultan,” she said.

  Eric was suddenly kneeling near my head. He grabbed the loose end of the rope and pulled until my hands were above me again.

  “Thank you,” Alexis said. She lowered herself until her damp pussy was directly on top of my right breast. She swiveled her hips slowly. “Mmm…” she said. “Small but effective.”

  Her swivel changed to a thrust and I realized she was sliding her clit over my nipple. I imagined what that might feel like on my own clit and shuddered. I so wanted to get myself off, if no one else was going to do it for me.

  Eric pulled the rope taught so my arms were stretched as high as they would go above my head. I glanced up at him for a moment, but I couldn’t resist the lurid sight of another woman, pleasuring herself so close to my face. She writhed in a rhythm that reminded me of a cobra, dancing to the music of a snake charmer.

  “Hot, isn’t it?” Eric asked. But he didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he pushed his thumb into my mouth, swirling it round and round my tongue. “Suck me,” he said.

  Alexis moaned as her sliding intensified, moving faster over my breast. The aroma of the hot cream from her pussy caused new tingling down south.

  Mesmerized and aroused, I sucked Eric’s digit, wishing I had begged Alexis when I had the chance.

  I needed release.

  Alexis’s cries became more desperate, like she was almost getting what she needed from her gyrations, but not quite. Eric reached over, laced his fingers through her hair and squeezed, pulling at her scalp.

  She exploded, screaming and jerking. Then, she collapsed onto me. It was strange having another woman’s breast pressed against my cheek. For a moment, I had the urge to taste the soft skin there, but I reminded myself I wasn’t a lesbian.

  When Alexis finally recovered, she moved down my body until her face was at my breast.

  Her tongue snaked out and she began lapping up her own juices from my skin. I was so enthralled by the sight, I didn’t realize Eric had moved down too…

  Until I felt him pushing my thighs wide. I froze, my clit straining for attention, but instead he placed his lips at the crease where my thigh joined my pelvis and suckled gently there.

  “Please!” I begged. I was sure I’d go crazy from their endless teasing.

  He moved his mouth a half inch closer to where I wanted and gave one side of my pussy lips a chaste kiss.

  I whimpered. I was wide open to him…waiting.

  He blew his hot breath onto my clit.

  “Oh, God, please…”

  “Who?”

  “Allah…Sultan…whatever, please!”

  As Alexis lapped lazily at my nipple, I finally felt Eric’s tongue touch my clit. I was so ready.

  He licked it from bottom to top.

  My body tightened, ready for orgasm. Relief was finally in sight.

  He used his lips to nibble lightly on me. I thrust my pelvis toward him, trying to get more.

  He pressed his mouth to my pussy lips and began a slow kiss…so close to what I needed.

  “Faster! Faster!” I demanded.

  His tongue and Alexis’ stopped at the same time. Their mouths left me. I nearly cried.

  “You do not command your master!” Eric said.

  I looked at him pleadingly. Surely we could dispense with the role-playing now and just get each other off.

  “Bring her!” he said.

  Alexis grabbed the rope and tugged until I followed her off the bed. Eric placed a wooden platform—about four feet long, but only a few inches high—on the floor.

  “Stand there,” Alexis said, pointing to the platform.

  “Why?” I asked.

  Eric smacked me hard on the ass. “Do as she says, Slave.”

  I wasn’t sure I wanted to play their games anymore, but I also didn’t want to go home this wet and horny without a good fuck. Although I couldn’t see how standing on some platform was going to get me that. Regardless, I stepped up on it.

  Alexis disappeared behind me, then came back into view in high-heeled shoes, making her the same height as Eric. Strange she’d put shoes on at this point.

  Eric pulled the loose end of the rope up and tied it on a hook hanging from the low ceiling of the state room. He removed the slack until my arms were stretched up high. Any higher and I would have been hanging from my wrists.

  Eric stood in front of me, Alexis in back. “See, I told you it would be perfect,” Eric said.

  “You doubted my estimating abilities.”

  “I guess that’s why you’re the Sultan,” Alexis said.

  This was starting to scare me. I was completely incapacitated and didn’t know what these two were capable of.

  “Um…I…what are you going to—?”

  “Oh, I have a feeling you’ll like this, Slave,” Eric said.

  Alexis disappeared from view again, but it didn’t matter because Eric stepped up close and ran his hands up my sides, over my breasts, then down to lightly caress the still-needy area between my thighs. I realized he was at just the right height for fucking.

  Is that why I was up here? My breathing quickened. Maybe…

  Alexis came back into view, wearing a strange contraption. It was like some sort of strap-on dildo, only shorter and only about a half-inch in diameter. Were they going to take turns fucking me? And if they were, her dildo was too small, even for my little pussy.

  She handed Eric what looked like a remote control. “I suppose you should do the honors, Sultan,” she said teasingly.

  Suddenly, Eric pressed his cock to the entrance of my pussy.

  Yes! The muscles inside me ached and tensed in anticipation of his entry.

  Then I felt another sensation. Something slick and hard pressed against my tight butt hole.

  My head tried to turn automatically, but my arms were in the way, since they were still suspended over me.

  “What are you—?”

  It rubbed up and down over my tiny hole and a jolt of pleasure shot through me.

  “I don’t think she’s ever had anything in her ass,” Alexis said.

  “Is that true?” Eric asked.

  “Yes,” I said, wondering if that would save me from the fate Alex
is had planned for me.

  Despite my physical reaction, I wasn’t at all sure I wanted anything in my ass, especially not anything under Alexis’ control.

  “Ah, you did well in choosing this one, Alexis. This will be fun.”

  I strained at my bindings. I was still aroused, but suddenly needed more control over this situation. I couldn’t just let them—

  Eric pushed and his cock stopped just inside my pussy. “Fuck, she is so tight!” he said.

  Alexis prodded at my butt hole, causing another jolt of electricity to ricochet through me.

  “She sure is,” she replied. “Maybe I needed an even smaller one.”

  I felt another push and she broke through.

  “Ah-ah-ah!” I cried, not sure if it was from the pleasure shock or just plain shock to my backside.

  Eric ran his hands up my arms. I could smell that expensive, understated cologne he always wore and I felt dizzy. He thrust hard, forcing my pussy to accommodate him all at once.

  I jerked, then relaxed into it. Finally, I was full of Eric. And it felt so good. But when he pulled back, Alexis thrust into my ass with the same force. I convulsed like I’d been electrocuted.

  “Oh-mmmm!” I called out. And I couldn’t pretend I didn’t like it anymore.

  They took turns with me then. Alexis pulled out as Eric thrust in. Eric pulled out as Alexis pushed in. Shockwaves hit my body, from the front, then the back. The jolts were so strong, I thought I’d pass out. But the rhythm was too slow for me to have the all-out orgasm I needed so badly.

  Thrust. Push. Thrust. Push.

  At some point, I realized I was moaning with each thrust, screaming each time Alexis pushed inside me. My body shook and shuddered, completely out of my control. I was vaguely aware of my shoulders hurting, my wrists feeling rope-burned, but those sensations joined the others in a cluster of pain and pleasure like I’d never felt before.

  “It’s too much,” I said. “I can’t—I need…” I felt cool plastic slide down my cheek and opened my eyes. Eric held the remote in front of my face. Just as he pulled out and Alexis thrust back in, he pushed the button.

  Vibrations jolted through me. Alexis and I screamed out together. Apparently there were vibrators in her contraption.

  “Oh God!” she exclaimed. “Again, Eric!”