Prologue

Emily has finished off her cam show for the Night, and was just saying goodbye to her TV audience when she got a private message request from one of her regulars. She accepted, expecting to schedule a secret or fetich show.

‘ Hi Debbie. Did you enjoy the appearance ? ; )'she typed.

‘ As always,'Debbie typed back. She was one of the few char who regularly logged on to watch Emily's cam appearance. ‘ Actually I've got a bit of a proposal for you.'

Emily knew that some cam miss also dabbled in prostitution, but Emily's appreciation didn't run in the instruction of most of the people who would be her clients. On the early hand, Debbie was a cleaning lady so Emily decided to learn her out. ‘ What is it ?'

‘ You're into female child right ?'

‘ Ya,'Emily typed back. She was gay in fact, and did cam appearance with some of the former girls in the business from time to time. ‘ Are you looking to satisfy up or something ?'

‘ Not exactly,'Debbie sent. ‘ I work for Olivia sail. We do cruises in the Caribbean specifically for fagot women. It's mostly woman in their 40s and 50s, but some are younger.'

There was a pause and Emily was about to ask what that had to do with her when Debbie continued, ‘ We also like to constitute for certain there are a few women in their twenties who are uncommitted for ‘ paid company.'One of our girl canceled at the last mo. Do you induce a passport ?'

Now that would be an matter to slip, Emily thought. See the Caribbean and screw a few old dykes along the way. ‘ I do. How would it work ?'

‘ You get one-half price on a ace cabin just the ticket, food and strong drink included. The staff steer any interested char your way, and you tip them out 20 % of whatever you make. nearly of the girls in the past tense have asked for $ 200 for an 60 minutes. It's a ten day cruise that leaves from Florida side by side Friday."

While Debbie gave her the exact schedule and cabin price, Emily did some nimble math. The cabin would be $ 600 and the regaining planing machine ticket would be $ 800. Add in another $ 200-300 for some new dress and accompanying monetary value, and she would postulate to see two or three women a day to make any money. Emily figures she could do that. Especially if she found some women into kinky shit that she could shoot down extra for.

‘ Alright, I'll do it,'Emily said, and started making preparations. She bought her plane ticket, and made an appointment to get climb and have her fuzz and nails done. She also ordered a few new toys online that she'd be taking with her. It was going to be a fun working vacation !

Day one

Emily took a red eye into Miami and caught a shuttle bus from the airport to the harbour where the ship was leaving from. She had decided on a brightness femme voguish look for the trip, lots of sun dress, boxershorts and pastel shirts and a duet of not too revealing two-piece. She didn't want to look like a street walker, as she figured that wouldn't be what the woman on the cruise were looking for. She was wearing a short but not too unretentive sundress with pinko flower on it, a dyad of sandals, boy short-circuit panty and no bra over her small chest. She arrived to the harbor just as early embarkation was starting as she had been instructed.

She left her old bag with the crew who would redeem them to her room, and climbed up the Allium tricoccum to the ship. It was a magnanimous sail ship, able to apply almost 2,000 rider plus the crowd. At the top of the ramp a crew extremity scanned her ticket, then gave her a key menu that would open up her way and directed her to the elevator that would take Emily to her deck. Emily found her room, a small cabin with a one bed and no windows because it was in the Department of the Interior of the ship. She found a note on her bed along with the receive package that directed her to go to one of the staff offices in an 60 minutes for her particular orientation.

Emily hopped into the small shower in the cabin to clean house up after the flight of steps and redo her makeup, then went to where the note directed her. The doorway to the office said it was a Jenifer grating, oral sex of Concierge inspection and repair. Emily knocked, then heard a voice from within telling her to enter.

Inside was a rather plain looking woman in her late 40, myopic brownness hair and wearing the skirt and blouse of one of the staff. She motioned to a fanny and Emily sat down.

"Now I know Debbie talked through well-nigh of this with you but I want to go over the dry land rules. You're not to romance any of the guests. Either let them approach you or the faculty will let you have a go at it about an occupy woman,"Ms. grating said. She slid a small cellphone across the table to Emily."Keep this phone with you. You'll be expected to be on call from noon until 4 am so I suggest getting some sleep when we're done here. You tip me out 20 % of whatever you make, and I will be expecting a minimum of $ 100 a day. You can come by this office shortly before noon each day to pretermit it off."

Emily nodded and took the telephone."I think I can handle all that,"she said, and got up to go away.

"One more thing before you go,"Ms. grate said."Lock the door will you ?"As she said that the sr. woman pushed her death chair back from her desk and hiked up her scanty. As Emily locked the doorway to the office, Ms. grate slide her panties down her legs, revealing a dark John Brown bush. She spread her legs and said,"I'm going to have to make sure you're any good."

Emily went over and knelt between the adult female's stage, running her hands up and down her second joint, leaning in to lick along the side of her crotch. Inside the mass of hair Ms. grate's twat opened up to reveal the wetness inside. She had obviously been anticipating this moment, so Emily didn't waste any time and dived in. She licked up and down, probing into the older woman's pussy with her tongue, fucking her with it as she moaned. Ms. Grate ran her fingers though Emily's short circuit hair, then pulled her up so that Emily could focus on her clitoris. Emily did as the former char wanted, circling and rubbing it with her glossa, trying to get the concierge off as quickly as possible.

After a few minutes of grave attention to her clit during which clip Emily slid two digit into her puss to rub down her g-spot, Ms. Grate bucked her hips against Emily's face, squeezing her laborious with her hips. Then she sat back with a sigh, pushing Emily's fount out from between her legs.

Emily wiped some of the cleaning lady's cum off her face and stood up."So ?"She asked with a smile.

"You'll do. First timekeeper preference is at four. You should go so you know where everything is. Feel liberal to nap, no one will phone you before then. Just maintain the speech sound with you after that because you'll be on cry. And I'll see you back her before noon tomorrow."With that Ms. Grate dismissed her. Emily headed back to her cabin to wash her face and catch a nap. It was going to be an eventful trip.

When Emily woke up from her nap, she adjusted her makeup again, then went to meet her orientation course radical. She arrived just before four to find a group of about fifteen women milling around with a staff phallus checking figure off a list. Emily went up to break in and got a bracelet that would get her intellectual nourishment and drinkable from the various eating house and ginmill. More women arrived, and at a picayune after four the group set out on the tour.

Everyone in Emily's group was also on their initiative cruise, so the enlistment focused on safety procedures, where the life boats where and what to do if there was a firing. Once what was out of the way they were shown where the syndicate and gym were, the different eatery and onboard terpsichore night club. Most of the restaurants served solid food that was included in the price of the ticket, but there were a couple of fancy ace that guests had to pay for. Emily figures that she could get at least a duo of her ‘ appointment'to buy her a phantasy meal.

Emily also spent some time checking out the other women in her group. well-nigh were in their 40s or older, and about half had come as couples. There were a few woman in their lately twenties or XXX, but Emily was the youngest by about five old age. She wondered if she'd be screwing any of them later.

When the orientation was over, Emily went up to the deck to watch the ship take out away from the sour grass and take a few collision off her juul. She was surprised by how little movement she felt as the cruise ship set sail. They'd be at sea that night, docking at some belittled island the next afternoon for people to go ashore and do touristy things. Emily was tthinking of going to one of the many streak to get a drink, when the headphone Ms. Grate had given her buzzed.

There was a text edition substance that read, ‘ Mary would like to see you in her cabin at 5:30,'and gave the cabin number. It was just after five, so Emily took one go hit from her juul and headed back to her cabin. In her cabin she quickly brushed her tooth, then tossed some lube, condoms and a few miniature into her bag, just in case Mary wanted to try any of them.

Mary's cabin was on one of the fancier pack of cards, and on the outside of the ship so she would ingest a window out onto the ocean, maybe even a balcony. Emily knocked, and a few irregular later the door unlock and opened. Virgin Mary was a slightly over free weight woman in her fifties, with curtly grey pilus in a faux war hawk, wearing a tankful top and some shorts. She stepped aside to let Emily into the cabin. The cabin was about twice the sizing of Emily's with a double up bed, mini bar, a few windows looking out onto the ocean and a room access that Emily assumed atomic number 82 to the bathroom.

"So you're the new girl,"Mary said as she looked Emily up and down with an appreciative eye.

"Yes ma'am !"Emily said with a smile."What can I do for you ?"

The Virgin sat down on the bed and laid back, helping hand behind her head."Why don't you start by giving me a little foray tease. There's $ 200 on the mini bar for you."

Emily set her purse down on the mini bar, and put the piling of mid-twenties inside it. She was about to turn back and set out a dance when Mary called out,"snap me a beer from in there will you ?"

Emily opened the mini bar fridge, bending down from the waist to show off her legs and ass to Blessed Virgin, and pulled out a can of beer. Either Madonna had stocked her electric refrigerator special, or the more expensive cabins had a unlike selection, because the beer was from some microbrewery that Emily didn't recognize, as opposed to the Bud Light in her own fridge. She opened and handed the can to Madonna, then started up some euphony on her speech sound to trip the light fantastic to.

The medicine was a playlist of some of Teegan and Sarah's more danceable stuff, and Emily began swaying along to it. It was her favourite mix for stripping on cam, and she quickly got into it. She turned around and flipped up the hem of her sundress, showing off the thong she had changed into. Keeping her back turned she kicked off her sandals and stripped off her dress until only the thong was left. A second later a piece of music of fabric hit her in the back.

Emily turned to see that Virgin Mary had taken off her drawers and had tossed them at her. She was now laying naked from the waist down, legs spread to expose a surprisingly small pussy on such a big womanhood, with a light screening of grey-brown pubic tomentum. Taking the hint, Emily moved over to the bed and began to lay down between Mary's legs.

"scratch line with my feet,"Madonna said, moving one towards Emily's mouth.

Emily took it and began to thrash the Sol of Virgin Mary's animal foot. They were calloused, but uncontaminating, the cleaning woman having obviously showered shortly before Emily arrived. When Emily ran her clapper between the sometime woman's toes, Mary gave an appreciative moan. She hadn't had a pedicure in years if ever, but she obviously loved having them licked. Emily spent about five minutes alternating between metrical foot before she began to kiss up Mary's calves and thighs. Mary grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and put it underneath her ass to raise her pussy up.

Emily brought her mouth the the sometime woman's slit and began licking. She let Madonna's moans guide her to the flop places, and was soon flicking her button as she slid first one then two finger inside her."One in my ass too,"Blessed Virgin groaned, and Emily did as she was told, first wetting her index finger in the womanhood's slit then pushing it into her soaked asshole.

The Virgin took a while to cum, and Emily's jaw and wrist joint were starting to get sore when the early woman finally began bucking and moaning against her facial expression. Emily sat up on the bed heaving, pulling her fingers from the other woman.

"Thanks. Totally needed that,"The Virgin said."I'm going to go have a exhibitor. Maybe I'll see you again,"she said with a wink.

Emily took that as her cue to get dressed and leave. As she headed back to her cabin she checked her telephone set and saw that she had another appointment in an hour. And she needed to bring her strapon.

Emily decided she probably didn't have time to both eat and get cook, so she stopped on one of the remote decks to hit her juul again and grabbed a bottle of body of water and a granola bar from one of the collation post. She checked the deck of cards map to see where her side by side ‘ date'was, seeing that it was one of the declamatory cabins on one of the pep pill decks. She'd induce just adequate time to get to her own cabin get her harness and a dyad of dildos and get there. Emily ate her granola bar in the lift down to her cabin, hoping she'd have time to grab some dinner after this date.

In her cabin Emily took off her flip-flop, and put on her strapon harness underneath her clothes. She put two dildos that would fit the harness's O-ring into her purse, a short slim pink one and a prominent flesh coloured one. She washed her face and workforce, touched up her physical composition and put on some more deodorant and a little bit of cologne. Then she left, hurrying off so she wouldn't be late.

Emily got to the cabin at just the appointed time, and knocked. The door opened immediately, revealing a shy looking woman in her mid mid-thirties. Emily recognized her as aanother first timer from the go earlier in the day. Her cabin was boastfully and beautifully appointed, with a Riley B King sized bed and a balcony looking out onto the setting sun. There was an unresolved bottle of white vino on the desk, and two glasses, one half drunk already. As Emily stepped into the cabin the former woman closed and locked the door behind her.

The fair sex stuck out her bridge player and said,"I'm Christy."

Emily took it and introduced herself, watching the woman flush as they shook hands."Don't be unquiet,"Emily said."I'm here for whatever you want."

Christy blushed deeper as she dropped Emily's mitt."Would you like a drink ?"She asked, as she poured more vino into her own methamphetamine hydrochloride then picked them both up. Emily followed as Christy led them out onto her balcony and set the field glass down on a table in front of a dearest seat. She sat and Emily sat beside her, taking her glass and having a sip. Christy took a big drink of her own wine, sitting straight up, tense.

Emily was about to say something when Christy blurted out,"I've never done this before !"

"That's ok steady,"Emily said."We can get hold of this at whatever pace you want."

"No, I mean I've never even kissed a girl,"Christy said."I can't believe I even came on this sail, and now you're here and I don't know what to do !"

Emily suppressed a joke, not wanting to offend the cleaning woman, and reached over to start rubbing her backrest."Don't worry about it. We can do as much or as little as you want. Do you want to talk about it ?"

Christy sighed, leaning forward to let Emily massage her back through her tee shirt."My hubby left me for his ex six months ago. I tried to be a secure woman of the house, but I just couldn't make it work. I'm just so old-hat of hiding who I am, and I thought this sail could be fun. Then I heard there were girls like you, I thought maybe a pro for my first time ..."Christy finished the hold up of her wine with a undivided gulping, and pulled out a inner circle of cigarettes and a flatboat."Would you like one ?"She asked offering the mob to Emily. Emily took one and after Christy lit her coffin nail she took the lighter and lit her own. They both took a few puff in silence, then Christy put her cigaret down in the ashtray, leaned over and kissed Emily.

Christy tasted like smoke and wine, and Emily carefully put down her own coffin nail without breaking the kiss, making sure not to accidentally burn the cleaning lady. Christy opened her mouth, and Emily took it as an invitation to slip her tongue into the other fair sex's mouth. Christy's hands began to ramble over Emily's arms and back, and Emily leaned back on the sofa so that Christy was half laying on top of her. Christy's hand found one of Emily's breast and began to gently massage it, getting her tit hard. Emily returned the party favour my grabbing Christy's ass, sliding her deal under her drawers to squeeze her butt through her panties.

They made out like that for a spell, until there was a Hugo Wolf whistling from one of the balconies to the side of them, and Emily looked up to see a duad of women watching appreciatively from the balcony next door. Emily waved to them, then said,"Why don't we head inside ?"

Christy nodded, panting, and grabbed Emily's hand to pass her inside. As soon as they got inside, Christy began frantically pulling off her clothes until she was naked, revealing a slightly pudgy abdomen, wax puss and still firm chest. Emily went up to her, and pushed her back so she fell onto the bed. When Christy was laying down Emily lay down beside her and took one breast into her mouth, circling the nipple with her tongue. She let her hand run down Christy's tummy until she found her wet scratch between her legs. Christy moaned and arched her back, pushing her nipple into Emily's mouth as she was fingered. Almost immediately Christy came as Emily rubbed her clit, covering her oral cavity to try and prevent quiet.

Emily kept strumming Christy's clit as she shook with the aftershocks, until Christy finally pushed her hand away. She leaned up on her elbows and asked,"You brought a strapon, right ?"

Emily gave her a quick kiss and said,"Of course of instruction. Did you want to wear it or should I ?"

"You wear it. I want to get fucked !"

Emily stood up and stripped off her dress so that she was wearing only the harness. She pulled the two dildos out of her pocketbook and held them up."Which one do you want ?"She asked.

"Definitely the big one,"Christy said, her eyes a little wide.

Emily undid the clutches at the front of the harness and slide the dildo through the O-ring, the buckled it back tight so the fake cock was standing out erect from her crotch. Then she rolled a condom onto the dildo, gave it a little squirt of lube just in case and climbed onto the bed. She was going to ask Christy what military position she wanted when the woman grabbed Emily's cock and began guiding it to her kitty as she lay back on the bed. Emily lay on top of Christy, their titty pressing together as Emily slowly slid her strap into Christy, kissing her as she moaned.

"Fuuuuuuuck,"Christy groaned as Emily slid all the way to the hilt in her wet pussy, her hands grabbing Emily's ass and trying to push her deeper. Emily began to slowly fuck in and out, kissing Christy and playing with her tit as she did. Christy was in ecstasy, writhing on the bed as she was pounded by Emily's prick. Cristy's pussycat was soaking the bed underneath them when she put her hand to Emily's chest of drawers, pushing her backbone and making her stop.

"Did you desire me to slacken down ? Stop ?"Emily asked.

"God no,"Christy panted."I want to wind over."

Emily giggled, and pulled out, letting Christy get down on all quadruplet in front of her, presenting her throbbing pussy for Emily once again. Emily grabbed Christy's pelvic girdle, and pushed her cock inside her, watching it slide in underneath Christy's cunning brown motherfucker. Christy moaned, one of her hands moving to her button, her oral sex and chest of drawers resting on the bed. Emily matched the pace of her jabbing to Christy's moan and movements, watching and feeling her hand move faster and more frantically on her clit.

Within instant Christy was hit by another orgasm and collapsed under Emily. Emily pulled her dick out, standing up. She used some Kleenex to pass over Christy's juices off the strap and undulate the condom off of it, then unbuckled the dildo from the strap and put it back in her bag while Christy lay panting on the bed.

Emily sat down beside the cleaning woman and asked,"Was it what you hoped for ?"

"God yes,"Christy said, rolling onto her back."How a lot do I owe you ?"

"Let's say $ 250, because I used my strap,"Emily said.

"Ok,"Christy said and got up off the bed and went to take hold of her bag. She pulled a mass of mid-twenties out and counted them, then handed them to Emily."There's $ 300. You earned the tip."

Emily took the money and gave Christy one last kiss, then pulled on her dress and slipped out of the way. She checked her phone, but there were no messages about appointee yet, so she decided to find a bar to grab a drink and something to eat.

It felt a bit weird walking around wearing her strap harness, but since it was basically just a duet of scanty with some strap to hold the O-ring on it wasn't uncomfortable. She found one of the smaller bars that served food, and grabbed a tush at the bar. The bartender, a young woman about Emily's age came over and handed her a menu.

"Would you like something to drink ?"She asked.

"Vodka cranberry,"Emily said."And if you give me a minute, I'll get something to eat."

"Vodka cranberry coming up !"The bartender mixed up Emily's boozing and put it on a coaster in nominal head of her."Have you decided what you'd like to eat ?"

"I'll take a chicken burger and some tyke,"Emily said, handing back the menu.

"No problem,"said the mixologist, and put the order into a computer behind the bar."Enjoying the trip-up so far ?"

"It's been busy,"Emily said with a laugh."Ms. grating has me running all over the ship."

"Oh, are you faculty ? I saw your number 1 clip bangle so I assumed you're a passenger."

"Not faculty, but not exactly a rider either,"Emily said, not sure if she should narrate the woman why she was there.

"Ohhh, you're one of those young lady !"

Emily shrugged."Hope that's not a problem for you."

"Nope !"The bartender said, and gave Emily an value look."Too bad they don't pay us much, you're probably out of my price range. But if you want I could steer a adult female or two here your way."

Emily checked her earpiece to confirm she hadn't been texted any new appointments yet."Let me eat get-go. I need a bit of a break."

"No trouble,"the bartender said with a jape."I'm Sarah by the way."

"Emily,"Emily said and shook her hand.

Sarah went off to check on some other patrons, and Emily browsed her earphone, updating her social culture medium and checking on the gross revenue from her Clips4Sale account. gross sales were pretty convention, but she was going to have to put up some new TV soon so that mass wouldn't get bored. Maybe she could do some masturbation videos when she wasn't working Emily thought.

Emily's sandwich arrived, and she hungrily devoured it, then started picking at her minor as she continued to browse her speech sound. When she was done she pushed the denture away, and Sarah came to pick it up.

"There's a woman down at the early end of the bar who'd like to buy you a drink, if you're not booked up yet,"Sarah said.

Emily looked over to see an gymnastic looking dyke with fuzz in a closely trot tail at the early end of the bar who raised her chicken feed to them."Sure, send out her down,"Emily said.

Sarah went back over to the woman and said something to her. The butch finished her drink, then walked over and took a posterior beside Emily."Do you like tequila ?"She asked Emily.

"Sure thing !"Emily said."I'm Emily by they way."

"Of course you are cutie. I'm Taylor."Taylor then ordered two tequila on the rock'n'roll. They were off the bounty menu, not included with the cruise, and cost $ 45 each. While they waited for their swallow Taylor put her hand on Emily's second joint and gave her a little credit crunch."Is this your low cruise ?"

"It is,"Emily said."What about you ?"

"Oh, I've been coming every duo of years for a tenacious time. It's a great way to relax."Sarah brought them their tequila and Emily and Taylor clinked meth. The tequila was tranquil and harsh at the same fourth dimension, and Emily took a small sip. It was much nicer than any of the tequila that Emily had at a club doing shots, and she savoured it.

"So how much to come back to my room with me ?"Taylor asked.

"Depends on what you're looking for,"Emily said."It starts at $ 200 for some very good viva voce, and I happen to deliver my shoulder strap with me."

"Mmm, I have my own shoulder strap little girl. What if I said I wanted to eat you out then fuck your ass ?"

Emily though fast. It had been a while since she had anything bigger than a minuscule buttplug in her ass, but so long as the strap wasn't too big and they had loads of lubricant, she should be ok."$ 350,"Emily said.

"Done,"Taylor said, and finished her drink. She waved over Sarah, and signed the bill so that the boozing would be charged to her account."boozing up and Army of the Pure hit the road."

Emily finished her drunkenness, and followed Elizabeth Taylor out of the bar. On the way out President Taylor stopped at the ATM that was in the bar and took out a wad of cash. She led Emily to the lift, and took her to the same deck that Emily's cabin was on, though on the other side of the ship. Taylor's cabin was the same sizing and layout as Emily's. The woman obviously had money if she was buying top shelf tequila and Emily's time, but she was spending it on things beside her room. Emily sat down on the bed, waiting to see what Zachary Taylor would do.

Taylor locked the door and immediately began to clean. She pulled off her shirt and sports bra in one motion, throwing them aside to reveal her hairy armpits, toned tummy and rather large, slightly saggy breasts. Then she undid her jean and pulled them off so she was standing there in her bagger."Your turn,"Elizabeth Taylor said with a repelling smile.

Emily pulled off her sun dress and kicked off her sandals, then leaned back and slid the shoulder strap harness down her legs, leaving her naked on Taylor's bed. Taylor came over and grabbed Emily's pelvic arch, pulling them to the sharpness of the bed and spreading her legs. Then she knelt between them, and immediately latched her back talk to Emily's pussy. There was no warm up or foreplay, just a wet tongue suddenly pushing inside Emily. Emily moaned involuntarily as Taylor began to tongue ass her, her nose occasionally brushing Emily's clitoris and sending out little shocks of pleasure.

Taylor moved her natural language to Emily's button and began sucking on it as she pushed first one, then two fingers into her kitty. Fortunately between Taylor's spit and the stimulant, Emily was wet enough that they slid right in. Taylor quickly found Emily's g-spot and began curling her fingers against the spongy bit of flesh. Emily moaned. Taylor didn't thriftlessness any fourth dimension, she just went straight for the constituent that felt the expert. When Joseph Deems Taylor pulled her digit from Emily's pussy she let out a moan of frustration, which was quickly replaced with one of seismic disturbance as Taylor's index finger pressed against her asshole. The greasy finger quickly slid inside, expanding Emily's sphincter. It was followed by a endorsement finger, opening Emily up in a way that was both pleasurable and slightly painful.

Deems Taylor kept working her sassing against Emily's clit and her fingers in her ass, until suddenly and a bit unexpectedly, Emily found herself grabbing the back of the other woman's read/write head, trying to increase the pressure level of her tongue as she came. As the aftershocks began to settle down, Emily had to labour Joseph Deems Taylor's head away, too spiritualist for more attention.

President Taylor stood up, a puckish grin on her boldness. Then she opened a drawer in her dresser and pulled something out. She held up a dildo attached to a harness. There was a small part that would go inside the wearer's twat, and a prominent dildo for fucking her collaborator."Think you can take it ?"Deems Taylor asked.

Emily looked at the strap. It was in between the size of it of the two dildos she had for her own strap, but she'd used turgid things in her ass sometimes for telecasting or on cam."For sure,"Emily said."I've got some lubricant and condoms in my purse."

"Oh, I came prepared,"Taylor said, dropping her boxershorts and sliding one end of the toy into her hairy pussy. Then she buckled it on, and grabbed a prophylactic from the same drawer the harness came out of. She ripped it open and quickly rolled it down the strap, then took a nursing bottle of lube and liberally applied some to the toy."On all four slut,"Deems Taylor commanded, and Emily obeyed. She rolled over and propped herself up on script and human knee, presenting her ass to Taylor. Taylor squirted some more lube onto her fingerbreadth, and massaged it into Emily's asshole.

Then the tip of the strap pressed against Emily's mother fucker, and slowly but surely began to press in. Emily gasped as the toy opened her up, larger than anything she had had in month. The lubricant helped, but it still hurt. Emily leaned her nerve down, grabbing and squeezing a pillow, trying not to cry out. After what felt like an infinity Taylor bottomed out the dildo in Emily's ass, her thigh press into Emily's legs. Emily panted, trying to concenter on the enjoyable aspects.

"looseness with yourself whore,"Elizabeth Taylor grunted, as she began to slowly lie with Emily's shit. Emily obeyed, one hand flying to her snatch and beginning to rub her button, trying to let the pleasure out weigh the pain. Taylor kept a slow and steady tread, withdrawing her strap almost completely, then sliding it back in to the home. Emily kept playing with herself, starting to bask the fullness in her asshole, squeezing back against it.

One of President Taylor's hands reached down and grabbed Emily's breast, mauling and pinching it as she increased the footstep of her thrust."That's it whore, accept my pecker in your ass,"Zachary Taylor grunted, panting as the end of the dildo in her pussy worked her finis to the edge. Finally she bottomed out the strap in Emily's ass one go sentence, and collapsed on top of the smaller girl with a shudder.

They lay together panting for a minute, then President Taylor rolled over, pulling the strap from Emily's cocksucker with a wet lubricant fart. While Taylor lay there in the afterglow, Emily went into the small john and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the sewer and pushed as much of the lube from her ass as she could while she make water, the wiped and cleaned herself up a bit. Taylor was still lying on the bed, cock sating up straight, but she was starting to snore lightly with half fill up center. Emily tossed her own strap harness into her purse, grabbed the cash, and pulled her sundress back on.

Emily quietly left the cabin carrying her handbag in one hand, sandals in the early, limping slightly from the soreness in her ass. She checked her telephone set and saw that there was another engagement waiting for her. Emily sent back that she would be a few bit late, she needed to break off by her cabin and clean up a little.

In her cabin Emily took a couple of Advil that she washed down with a beer from her mini bar. Then she hoped into the exhibitioner and had a nimble wash, making sure to get any remaining lube from her ass. When she was out of the exhibitioner, Emily dried off and put on a new thong and clean skirt and blind drunk shirt. Hopefully the next woman would only want to be eaten out, Emily thought to herself as she left her cabin .