Prologue

Emily has finished off her cam show for the night, and was just saying sayonara to her viewers when she got a private content request from one of her regulars. She accepted, expecting to schedule a common soldier or fetish show.

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

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

Emily knew that some cam little girl also dabbled in harlotry, but Emily's appreciation didn't run in the directions of most of the hoi polloi who would be her guest. On the other hand, Debbie was a cleaning woman so Emily decided to hear her out. ‘ What is it ?'

‘ You're into fille right ?'

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

‘ Not exactly,'Debbie sent. ‘ I work for Olivia sail. We do cruises in the Caribbean specifically for queer fair sex. It's mostly cleaning 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 make sure there are a few char in their twenties who are available for ‘ paid company.'One of our young woman canceled at the last minute. Do you stimulate a passport ?'

Now that would be an interesting trip-up, Emily thought. See the Caribbean and screw a few old butch along the way. ‘ I do. How would it work ?'

‘ You get half Leontyne Price on a single cabin ticket, food and booze included. The faculty steer any matter to women your way, and you tip them out 20 % of whatever you make. well-nigh of the girls in the past have asked for $ 200 for an 60 minutes. It's a ten day cruise that leaves from FL next Friday."

While Debbie gave her the exact schedule and cabin toll, Emily did some quick math. The cabin would be $ 600 and the return airplane ticket would be $ 800. Add in another $ 200-300 for some new wearing apparel and incidental costs, and she would need to see two or three women a day to nominate any money. Emily figures she could do that. Especially if she found some women into kinky shit that she could charge extra for.

‘ Alright, I'll do it,'Emily said, and started making preparations. She bought her plane tag, and made an appointment to get wax 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 birdie bus from the drome to the harbour where the ship was leaving from. She had decided on a visible light femme chic look for the trip, lots of sun dresses, shorts and pastel shirts and a couple of not too revealing Bikini. She didn't want to look like a street Walker, as she figured that wouldn't be what the charwoman on the cruise were looking for. She was wearing a curt but not too short sundress with pink flowers on it, a yoke of sandals, boy short step-in and no bra over her modest chest. She arrived to the haven just as early embarkment was starting as she had been instructed.

She left her traveling bag with the crew who would deliver them to her room, and climbed up the Allium tricoccum to the ship. It was a vauntingly sail ship, capable to oblige almost 2,000 passengers plus the crew. At the top of the ramp a crew member scanned her slate, then gave her a key carte du jour that would open her room and directed her to the lift that would take Emily to her deck. Emily found her room, a small cabin with a single bed and no windowpane because it was in the Interior Department of the ship. She found a note on her bed along with the welcome computer software that directed her to go to one of the staff function in an hour for her special predilection.

Emily hopped into the small exhibitor in the cabin to scavenge up after the escape and refashion her makeup, then went to where the note directed her. The door to the office said it was a Jenifer Grate, head of Concierge help. Emily knocked, then heard a voice from within telling her to enter.

interior was a rather plain looking woman in her former forties, short brown hairsbreadth and wearing the skirt and blouse of one of the staff. She motioned to a seat and Emily sat down.

"Now I know Debbie talked through nearly of this with you but I want to go over the ground rules. You're not to solicit any of the Guest. Either let them come near you or the staff will let you know about an worry char,"Ms. Grate said. She slid a small cellphone across the table to Emily."Keep this telephone with you. You'll be expected to be on song from noonday 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 lower limit of $ 100 a day. You can total by this office shortly before noon each day to drop it off."

Emily nodded and took the phone."I think I can treat all that,"she said, and got up to leave.

"One to a greater extent matter before you go,"Ms. Grate said."Lock the door will you ?"As she said that the older woman pushed her chair back from her desk and hiked up her step-in. As Emily locked the room access to the berth, Ms. grate slide her scanty down her pegleg, revealing a dark John Brown crotch hair. 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 cleaning woman's legs, running her men up and down her thigh, leaning in to bat along the side of her crotch. Inside the lot of fuzz Ms. Grate's snatch opened up to give away the wetness inside. She had obviously been anticipating this second, so Emily didn't waste any time and dived in. She licked up and down, probing into the honest-to-god fair sex's pussy with her tongue, fucking her with it as she moaned. Ms. Grate ran her fingers though Emily's myopic hair, then pulled her up so that Emily could pore on her button. Emily did as the sure-enough woman wanted, circling and rubbing it with her spit, trying to get the concierge off as quickly as possible.

After a few minutes of serious attention to her clit during which time Emily slid two fingers into her pussy to knead her g-spot, Ms. Grate bucked her hips against Emily's face, squeezing her hard with her coxa. 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 case and stood up."So ?"She asked with a smile.

"You'll do. First timers orientation course is at four. You should go so you know where everything is. tactile property absolve to nap, no one will call you before then. Just keep the headphone with you after that because you'll be on call. And I'll see you back her before noon tomorrow."With that Ms. grating dismissed her. Emily headed back to her cabin to rinse her face and seize 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 take on her orientation group. She arrived just before four to notice a radical of about fifteen women milling around with a staff fellow member checking public figure off a tilt. Emily went up to check in and got a bracelet that would get her intellectual nourishment and drinks from the various eating house and bars. Sir Thomas More women arrived, and at a little after four the group set out on the tour.

Everyone in Emily's group was also on their outset sail, so the circuit focused on safety subroutine, where the life sauceboat where and what to do if there was a flame. Once what was out of the way they were shown where the syndicate and gym were, the different restaurant and onboard dance social club. nearly of the restaurants served food that was included in the price of the ticket, but there were a couple of fondness ace that client had to pay for. Emily figures that she could get at least a twain of her ‘ dates'to buy her a fantasy meal.

Emily also spent some sentence checking out the other charwoman in her chemical group. virtually were in their 40s or older, and about half had come as mates. There were a few womanhood in their late 20 or 1930s, but Emily was the youngest by about five age. She wondered if she'd be screwing any of them later.

When the preference was over, Emily went up to the deck to learn the ship pull away from the dock and take a few hits off her juul. She was surprised by how fiddling movement she felt as the cruise ship set sail. They'd be at sea that night, docking at some small island the next afternoon for people to go ashore and do touristed things. Emily was tthinking of going to one of the many saloon to get a drinkable, when the speech sound Ms. grating had given her buzzed.

There was a text message that read, ‘ Virgin 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 last hit from her juul and headed back to her cabin. In her cabin she quickly brushed her tooth, then tossed some lube, condom and a few toys into her purse, just in face Madonna wanted to try any of them.

Mary's cabin was on one of the fancier deck of cards, and on the exterior of the ship so she would have a window out onto the ocean, maybe even a balcony. Emily knocked, and a few sec later the room access unlocked and opened. Mary was a slightly over weight unit woman in her fifties, with short Zane Grey whisker in a faux hawk, wearing a storage tank top and some shorts. She stepped aside to let Emily into the cabin. The cabin was about twice the size of Emily's with a look-alike bed, mini bar, a few windowpane looking out onto the ocean and a door that Emily assumed lead to the bathroom.

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

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

Mary sat down on the bed and laid back, hands behind her header."Why don't you start by giving me a little airstrip tease. There's $ 200 on the mini bar for you."

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

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

The music 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 G-string she had changed into. Keeping her binding turned she kicked off her sandals and stripped off her dress until only the lash was left. A second later a piece of fabric hit her in the back.

Emily turned to see that Mary had taken off her shorts and had tossed them at her. She was now laying naked from the waist down, legs scatter to unwrap a surprisingly small pussy on such a big woman, with a swooning cover of grey-brown pubic pilus. Taking the hint, Emily moved over to the bed and began to lay down between Mary's legs.

"jump with my feet,"Mary said, moving one towards Emily's mouth.

Emily took it and began to lick the soles of Mary's feet. They were calloused, but strip, the adult female having obviously showered shortly before Emily arrived. When Emily ran her glossa between the old cleaning lady's toes, Blessed Virgin gave an appreciative groan. She hadn't had a pedicure in age if ever, but she obviously loved having them licked. Emily spent about five minutes alternating between metrical unit 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 older cleaning lady's twat and began licking. She let Virgin Mary's moans guide her to the right places, and was soon flicking her clit as she slid first one then two fingers inside her."One in my ass too,"Mary groaned, and Emily did as she was told, first wetting her power finger's breadth in the woman's pussy then pushing it into her close asshole.

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

"Thanks. Totally needed that,"Virgin Mary said."I'm going to go give a shower. 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 phone 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 ready, so she stopped on one of the outside deck of cards to hit her juul again and grabbed a bottle of piddle and a granola bar from one of the snack station. She checked the deck map to see where her adjacent ‘ engagement'was, seeing that it was one of the magnanimous cabins on one of the upper decks. She'd have just enough meter to get to her own cabin get her harness and a couple of dildos and get there. Emily ate her granola bar in the elevator down to her cabin, hoping she'd have time to grab some dinner party after this date.

In her cabin Emily took off her thong, and put on her strapon harness underneath her dress. She put two dildos that would fit the harness's O-ring into her pocketbook, a brusque slim pink one and a larger material body coloured one. She washed her human face and manus, touched up her composition and put on some more deodorant and a piddling bit of cologne. Then she left, hurrying off so she wouldn't be late.

Emily got to the cabin at just the ordained clip, and knocked. The threshold opened immediately, revealing a shy looking charwoman in her mid thirty. Emily recognized her as aanother first timer from the tour earlier in the day. Her cabin was boastfully and beautifully appointed, with a king sized bed and a balcony looking out onto the setting sun. There was an open bottle of white wine on the desk, and two chalk, one half drunk already. As Emily stepped into the cabin the other char closed and locked the door behind her.

The charwoman stuck out her hand and said,"I'm Christy."

Emily took it and introduced herself, watching the fair sex blush as they shook hands."Don't be nervous,"Emily said."I'm here for whatever you want."

Christy blushed deeper as she dropped Emily's handwriting."Would you like a deglutition ?"She asked, as she poured more wine into her own deoxyephedrine then picked them both up. Emily followed as Christy led them out onto her balcony and set the glasses down on a table in front of a sexual love rear. She sat and Emily sat beside her, taking her spyglass 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 sweetie,"Emily said."We can take this at whatever yard you want."

"No, I mean I've never even kissed a miss,"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 jape, not wanting to spite the woman, and reached over to protrude rubbing her binding."Don't worry about it. We can do as much or as little as you want. Do you require to talk about it ?"

Christy sighed, leaning forward to let Emily knead her back through her t-shirt."My hubby left me for his ex six months ago. I tried to be a good housewife, but I just couldn't make it body of work. I'm just so tired of hiding who I am, and I thought this cruise could be fun. Then I heard there were girls like you, I thought maybe a professional for my showtime time ..."Christy finished the last of her vino with a single swig, and pulled out a pack of coffin nail and a ignitor."Would you like one ?"She asked offering the camp to Emily. Emily took one and after Christy lit her cigarette she took the lighter and lit her own. They both took a few drags in silence, then Christy put her coffin nail down in the ashtray, leaned over and kissed Emily.

Christy tasted like smoke and wine, and Emily carefully put down her own cigarette without breaking the kiss, making sure not to accidentally bite the woman. Christy opened her mouth, and Emily took it as an invitation to slither her natural language into the other woman's mouth. Christy's helping hand began to cast over Emily's blazonry and back, and Emily leaned back on the couch so that Christy was half laying on top of her. Christy's helping hand found one of Emily's breasts and began to gently massage it, getting her nipples hard. Emily returned the party favour my grabbing Christy's ass, sliding her paw under her shorts to squeeze her buttocks through her panties.

They made out like that for a patch, until there was a brute whistle from one of the balconies to the position of them, and Emily looked up to see a span of char watching appreciatively from the balcony next threshold. Emily waved to them, then said,"Why don't we head inside ?"

Christy nodded, panting, and grabbed Emily's hand to lead her inside. As soon as they got inside, Christy began frantically pulling off her clothes until she was naked, revealing a slightly pudgy stomach, waxed slit and still solid breasts. 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 lingua. She let her hand run down Christy's tummy until she found her wet cunt between her legs. Christy moaned and arched her back, pushing her nipple into Emily's backtalk as she was fingered. Almost immediately Christy came as Emily rubbed her clit, covering her mouth to try and go on quiet.

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

Emily gave her a quick kiss and said,"Of grade. Did you want to bust it or should I ?"

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

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 small wide.

Emily undid the clench at the front end 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 lubricator just in case and climbed onto the bed. She was going to ask Christy what berth she wanted when the charwoman grabbed Emily's cock and began guiding it to her pussycat as she lay back on the bed. Emily lay on top of Christy, their breasts pressing together as Emily slowly slid her shoulder 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 bear on her deeper. Emily began to slowly piece of ass in and out, kissing Christy and playing with her white meat as she did. Christy was in ecstasy, writhing on the bed as she was pounded by Emily's peter. Cristy's pussy was soaking the bed underneath them when she put her hand to Emily's dresser, pushing her back and making her stop.

"Did you need me to decelerate down ? Stop ?"Emily asked.

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

Emily giggled, and pulled out, letting Christy get down on all fours in social movement of her, presenting her throbbing pussy for Emily once again. Emily grabbed Christy's hips, and pushed her cock inside her, watching it sloping trough in underneath Christy's cute brown cocksucker. Christy moaned, one of her hired hand moving to her clit, her psyche and thorax resting on the bed. Emily matched the pace of her thrusts to Christy's moan and movements, watching and feeling her paw move faster and more frantically on her clit.

Within minutes Christy was hit by another orgasm and collapsed under Emily. Emily pulled her prick out, standing up. She used some Kleenex to wipe Christy's succus off the shoulder strap and roll the safety off of it, then unbuckled the dildo from the shoulder strap and put it back in her pocketbook while Christy lay panting on the bed.

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

"God yes,"Christy said, rolling onto her rachis."How much do I owe you ?"

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

"Ok,"Christy said and got up off the bed and went to grab her handbag. She pulled a pile of 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 close kiss, then pulled on her apparel and slipped out of the room. She checked her phone, but there were no substance about appointment yet, so she decided to feel a bar to take hold of 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 panty with some straps to support the O-ring on it wasn't uncomfortable. She found one of the smaller bars that served food, and grabbed a rear end at the bar. The barkeeper, a vernal 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 barkeep mixed up Emily's potable and put it on a coaster in front of her."Have you decided what you'd like to eat ?"

"I'll take a crybaby Warren E. Burger and some fries,"Emily said, handing back the menu.

"No problem,"said the bartender, and put the gild into a computing machine behind the bar."Enjoying the trip so far ?"

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

"Oh, are you faculty ? I saw your first time wristband so I assumed you're a passenger."

"Not staff, but not exactly a rider either,"Emily said, not sure if she should tell the womanhood why she was there.

"Ohhh, you're one of those girls !"

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

"Nope !"The barkeep said, and gave Emily an appraising aspect."Too bad they don't pay us much, you're probably out of my price compass. But if you want I could steer a woman or two here your way."

Emily checked her phone to substantiate she hadn't been texted any new appointments yet."Let me eat commencement. I need a bit of a break."

"No job,"the bartender said with a joke."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 headphone, updating her societal media and checking on the sales from her Clips4Sale account. gross sales were pretty normal, but she was going to have to put up some new video recording soon so that people wouldn't get bored. Maybe she could do some masturbation telecasting when she wasn't working Emily thought.

Emily's sandwich arrived, and she hungrily devoured it, then started picking at her french-fried potatoes as she continued to browse her phone. When she was done she pushed the plate away, and Sarah came to foot it up.

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

Emily looked over to see an athletic looking butch with hair in a cockeyed shot glass derriere at the other end of the bar who raised her glass to them."Sure, send her down feather,"Emily said.

Sarah went back over to the adult female and said something to her. The dyke finished her drinkable, then walked over and took a seat beside Emily."Do you like tequila ?"She asked Emily.

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

"Of grade you are cutie. I'm Taylor."Taylor then ordered two tequila on the rocks. They were off the premium menu, not included with the cruise, and cost $ 45 each. While they waited for their drinks Taylor put her mitt on Emily's thigh and gave her a little squeeze."Is this your inaugural cruise ?"

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

"Oh, I've been coming every couple of year for a long clock time. It's a bully way to relax."Sarah brought them their tequila and Emily and Deems Taylor clinked glasses. The tequila was smooth and harsh at the Same metre, and Emily took a diminished sip. It was much nicer than any of the tequila that Emily had at a club doing crack, and she savoured it.

"So how much to come back to my way with me ?"Joseph Deems Taylor asked.

"Depends on what you're looking for,"Emily said."It starts at $ 200 for some very safe oral, and I happen to receive my strap with me."

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

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

"Done,"President Taylor said, and finished her potable. She waved over Sarah, and signed the bill so that the drinks would be charged to her score."Drink up and lets hit the road."

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

Zachary Taylor locked the door and immediately began to strip. She pulled off her shirt and mutation bra in one motion, throwing them aside to expose her hairy armpit, toned tum and rather large, slightly saggy breasts. Then she undid her jeans and pulled them off so she was standing there in her boxers."Your twist,"Taylor said with a wicked smile.

Emily pulled off her sun dress and kicked off her sandals, then leaned back and slid the strap harness down her legs, leaving her naked on President Taylor's bed. Joseph Deems Taylor came over and grabbed Emily's hip, pulling them to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs. Then she knelt between them, and immediately latched her mouth to Emily's pussycat. There was no warm up or foreplay, just a wet clapper suddenly pushing inside Emily. Emily moaned involuntarily as Taylor began to tongue fuck her, her nose occasionally brushing Emily's button and sending out little jar of pleasure.

Taylor moved her spit to Emily's clit and began sucking on it as she pushed first one, then two fingers into her pussy. Fortunately between Taylor's spittle and the stimulation, Emily was wet enough that they slid right hand in. Joseph Deems Taylor quickly found Emily's g-spot and began curling her finger against the spongy bit of flesh. Emily moaned. Joseph Deems Taylor didn't waste any time, she just went straight for the parts that felt the best. When President Taylor pulled her fingerbreadth from Emily's kitty she let out a moan of defeat, which was quickly replaced with one of stupor as Taylor's indicant finger pressed against her prick. The greasy fingerbreadth quickly slid inside, expanding Emily's sphincter muscle. It was followed by a second finger, opening Emily up in a way that was both pleasurable and slightly painful.

Taylor kept working her lip 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 fair sex's head, trying to increase the pressure of her tongue as she came. As the aftershocks began to settle down, Emily had to push Taylor's oral sex away, too sensitive for more attention.

Taylor stood up, a wicked smile on her typeface. Then she opened a drawer in her bureau 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 cunt, and a larger dildo for fucking her partner."Think you can take it ?"Deems Taylor asked.

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

"Oh, I came prepared,"Joseph Deems Taylor said, dropping her Boxer and sliding one end of the toy into her hairy puss. Then she buckled it on, and grabbed a rubber from the same drawer the harness came out of. She ripped it spread out and quickly rolled it down the strap, then took a bottle of lubricant and liberally applied some to the toy."On all quaternion slut,"Taylor commanded, and Emily obeyed. She rolled over and propped herself up on hands and knees, presenting her ass to Taylor. Taylor squirted some more lube onto her finger, and massaged it into Emily's asshole.

Then the tip of the strap pressed against Emily's asshole, and slowly but surely began to press in. Emily gasped as the toy opened her up, larger than anything she had had in months. The lube helped, but it still hurt. Emily leaned her expression down, grabbing and squeezing a pillow, trying not to cry out. After what felt like an eternity Elizabeth Taylor bottomed out the dildo in Emily's ass, her thigh press into Emily's legs. Emily panted, trying to rivet on the pleasurable aspects.

"romp with yourself whore,"Zachary Taylor grunted, as she began to slowly fuck Emily's prick. Emily obeyed, one hired man flying to her pussycat and beginning to rub her clit, trying to let the pleasure out weigh the pain. President Taylor kept a slow and stiff pace, withdrawing her shoulder strap almost completely, then sliding it back in to the cornerstone. Emily kept playing with herself, starting to delight the voluminosity in her asshole, squeezing back against it.

One of Taylor's script reached down and grabbed Emily's breast, mauling and pinching it as she increased the pace of her thrusts."That's it whore, study my cock in your ass,"Taylor grunted, panting as the end of the dildo in her pussy worked her close to the edge. Finally she bottomed out the strap in Emily's ass one stopping point time, and collapsed on top of the lowly girl with a shudder.

They lay together panting for a minute, then Deems Taylor rolled over, pulling the shoulder strap from Emily's whoreson with a wet lubricant farting. While Taylor lay there in the afterglow, Emily went into the diminished bathroom and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the commode and pushed as much of the lube from her ass as she could while she peed, the wiped and cleaned herself up a bit. Taylor was still lying on the bed, putz sating up straight, but she was starting to snore lightly with one-half closed eyes. Emily tossed her own shoulder strap harness into her purse, grabbed the John Cash, and pulled her sundress back on.

Emily quietly left the cabin carrying her handbag in one bridge player, sandals in the early, limping slightly from the soreness in her ass. She checked her phone and saw that there was another appointment waiting for her. Emily sent back that she would be a few minutes late, she needed to blockade 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 shower and had a immediate wash, making certainly to get any remaining lube from her ass. When she was out of the shower bath, Emily dried off and put on a new flip-flop and light wench and plastered shirt. Hopefully the next woman would only want to be eaten out, Emily thought to herself as she left her cabin .