Prologue

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

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

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

Emily knew that some cam girls also dabbled in whoredom, but Emily's tastes didn't run in the direction of most of the people who would be her customer. On the other deal, Debbie was a woman so Emily decided to get word her out. ‘ What is it ?'

‘ You're into girls right ?'

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

‘ Not exactly,'Debbie sent. ‘ I work for Olivia Cruises. We do cruise in the Caribbean specifically for queer womanhood. It's mostly women in their 40s and 50s, but some are younger.'

There was a suspension 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 adult female in their twenties who are available for ‘ paid company.'One of our girls canceled at the last instant. Do you have a passport ?'

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

‘ You get half monetary value on a 1 cabin just the ticket, food and hard liquor included. The staff steer any interest women your way, and you tip them out 20 % of whatever you make. nearly of the daughter in the past have asked for $ 200 for an minute. It's a ten day cruise that leaves from Florida future Friday."

While Debbie gave her the exact schedule and cabin monetary value, Emily did some quick math. The cabin would be $ 600 and the recurrence plane ticket would be $ 800. Add in another $ 200-300 for some new wearing apparel and nonessential costs, and she would take to see two or three women a day to name any money. Emily figures she could do that. Especially if she found some women into kinky bull that she could agitate extra for.

‘ Alright, I'll do it,'Emily said, and started making preparation. She bought her woodworking plane slate, and made an date to get waxed and have her whisker and nails done. She also ordered a few new miniature 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 loose femme chic spirit for the misstep, lots of sun dresses, shorts and pastel shirts and a couple of not too revealing bikinis. She didn't want to look like a street Zimmer frame, as she figured that wouldn't be what the women on the cruise were looking for. She was wearing a short circuit but not too short sundress with pink flowers on it, a couple of sandals, boy short step-in and no bra over her pocket-size chest. She arrived to the harbour just as early embarkation was starting as she had been instructed.

She left her bags with the crew who would drive home them to her room, and climbed up the ramp to the ship. It was a gravid cruise ship, able to obligate almost 2,000 passengers plus the crew. At the top of the ramp a crew extremity scanned her ticket, then gave her a key lineup that would spread her room and directed her to the elevator that would take Emily to her deck. Emily found her way, a minor cabin with a individual bed and no Windows because it was in the Interior of the ship. She found a government note on her bed along with the welcome software system that directed her to go to one of the staff authority in an hour for her special orientation.

Emily hopped into the pocket-sized shower in the cabin to clean house up after the flight and redid her war paint, then went to where the note directed her. The doorway to the office said it was a Jenifer grating, head of Concierge service. Emily knocked, then heard a voice from within telling her to get into.

interior was a rather field looking woman in her tardily forty, short brown hair and wearing the skirt and blouse of one of the faculty. She motioned to a place and Emily sat down.

"Now I know Debbie talked through near of this with you but I want to go over the earth principle. You're not to solicit any of the Edgar Guest. Either let them near you or the staff will let you hump about an interested woman,"Ms. Grate said. She slid a small cellphone across the table to Emily."Keep this headphone with you. You'll be expected to be on Call from midday until 4 am so I suggest getting some slumber 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 spot shortly before noon each day to expend it off."

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

"One more thing before you go,"Ms. Grate said."Lock the door will you ?"As she said that the older cleaning lady pushed her chairperson back from her desk and hiked up her scanty. As Emily locked the door to the role, Ms. grate slide her step-in down her peg, revealing a drab brown bush. She spread her stage and said,"I'm going to have to take sure you're any good."

Emily went over and knelt between the woman's legs, running her hands up and down her thighs, leaning in to lick along the side of her crotch. Inside the mass of hair's-breadth Ms. Grate's twat opened up to divulge 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 erstwhile woman's pussycat with her tongue, fucking her with it as she moaned. Ms. Grate ran her digit though Emily's short tomentum, then pulled her up so that Emily could focus on her button. Emily did as the older charwoman 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 fingerbreadth into her pussy to massage her g-spot, Ms. grate bucked her pelvic girdle against Emily's brass, squeezing her hard with her hips. Then she sat back with a sigh, pushing Emily's brass out from between her leg.

Emily wiped some of the woman's cum off her look and stood up."So ?"She asked with a grinning.

"You'll do. First timekeeper orientation course is at four. You should go so you know where everything is. Feel free people to nap, no one will ring you before then. Just keep the sound with you after that because you'll be on call. And I'll see you back her before noonday tomorrow."With that Ms. Grate dismissed her. Emily headed back to her cabin to rinse her face and grab a nap. It was going to be an eventful trip.

When Emily woke up from her nap, she adjusted her physical composition again, then went to meet her orientation group. She arrived just before four to find a chemical group of about fifteen women milling around with a staff member checking names off a list. Emily went up to check in and got a bracelet that would get her food and drinks from the versatile eatery and bars. Sir Thomas More cleaning woman arrived, and at a footling after four the group set out on the tour.

Everyone in Emily's grouping was also on their first cruise, so the tour focused on condom procedures, where the life boats where and what to do if there was a fire. Once what was out of the way they were shown where the pools and gym were, the different eatery and onboard dance clubhouse. virtually of the restaurants served solid food that was included in the damage of the ticket, but there were a couple of image ones that guests had to pay for. Emily figures that she could get at least a distich of her ‘ appointment'to buy her a fancy meal.

Emily also spent some time checking out the other cleaning lady in her group. Most were in their 40s or older, and about half had come as duad. There were a few women in their tardily twenties or 1930s, but Emily was the immature by about five years. She wondered if she'd be screwing any of them later.

When the orientation was over, Emily went up to the deck to view the ship pull away from the dock and lease a few smasher off her juul. She was surprised by how little movement she felt as the cruise ship set sail. They'd be at sea that Nox, docking at some small island the next afternoon for multitude to go ashore and do touristy things. Emily was tthinking of going to one of the many stripe to get a drink, when the phone Ms. grate had given her buzzed.

There was a text message that read, ‘ Blessed Virgin 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 end 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 toy dog into her handbag, just in case Mary wanted to try any of them.

Mary's cabin was on one of the fancier decks, 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 minute later the doorway unlocked and opened. Blessed Virgin was a slightly over burden cleaning woman in her fifties, with short grey hair in a faux mortarboard, wearing a tank top and some underdrawers. She stepped aside to let Emily into the cabin. The cabin was about twice the sizing of Emily's with a image bed, miniskirt bar, a few window looking out onto the ocean and a door that Emily assumed lead-in to the bathroom.

"So you're the new girlfriend,"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 ?"

Mary sat down on the bed and laid back, men behind her head."Why don't you start by giving me a little plunder 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 ferment back and start a dance when Mary called out,"grab me a beer from in there will you ?"

Emily opened the mini bar electric refrigerator, bending down from the waist to show 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 different pick, because the beer was from some microbrewery that Emily didn't recognize, as opposed to the Bud Light in her own electric refrigerator. She opened and handed the can to Mary, then started up some music on her phone to dance to.

The music was a playlist of some of Teegan and Sarah's more danceable clobber, and Emily began swaying along to it. It was her pet 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 rachis turned she kicked off her sandals and stripped off her apparel until only the flip-flop was left. A second later a while of framework hit her in the spine.

Emily turned to see that Blessed Virgin had taken off her shorts and had tossed them at her. She was now laying naked from the waist down, wooden leg cattle farm to break a surprisingly small puss on such a big woman, with a fire up masking of grey-brown pubic hair. Taking the hint, Emily moved over to the bed and began to lay down between Virgin Mary's branch.

"scratch line with my foot,"Mary said, moving one towards Emily's mouth.

Emily took it and began to thrash the Sol of Blessed Virgin's feet. They were calloused, but unclouded, the woman having obviously showered shortly before Emily arrived. When Emily ran her clapper between the older woman's toes, Mary gave an appreciative moan. She hadn't had a pedicure in yr if ever, but she obviously loved having them licked. Emily spent about five second alternating between feet before she began to kiss up Virgin Mary's sura and thigh. Virgin Mary grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and put it underneath her ass to raise her pussycat up.

Emily brought her back talk the the aged cleaning lady's slit and began licking. She let The Virgin'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 index number digit in the womanhood's pussy then pushing it into her tight asshole.

Madonna took a while to cum, and Emily's jaw and wrists 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 digit from the other woman.

"Thanks. Totally needed that,"Mary said."I'm going to go have 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 earphone and saw that she had another appointment in an minute. 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 outdoor decks to hit her juul again and grabbed a bottleful of water supply and a granola bar from one of the collation stations. She checked the deck map to see where her next ‘ date'was, seeing that it was one of the tumid cabins on one of the speed decks. She'd have just enough time to get to her own cabin get her harness and a distich of dildos and get there. Emily ate her granola bar in the elevator down to her cabin, hoping she'd have clock 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 dress. She put two dildos that would fit the harness's O-ring into her handbag, a dead slim pink one and a larger form coloured one. She washed her grimace and workforce, touched up her constitution and put on some more deodorant and a footling bit of cologne. Then she left, hurrying off so she wouldn't be late.

Emily got to the cabin at just the appointed meter, and knocked. The door opened immediately, revealing a shy looking woman in her mid thirties. Emily recognized her as aanother first timekeeper from the turn earlier in the day. Her cabin was expectant and beautifully appointed, with a king sized bed and a balcony looking out onto the setting sun. There was an loose bottle of Edward White wine on the desk, and two glasses, one half inebriate already. As Emily stepped into the cabin the other adult female closed and locked the door behind her.

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

Emily took it and introduced herself, watching the woman bloom 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 hired hand."Would you like a drunkenness ?"She asked, as she poured Sir Thomas More wine into her own glass then picked them both up. Emily followed as Christy led them out onto her balcony and set the glasses down on a table in forepart of a dear 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 sweetie,"Emily said."We can postulate this at whatever yard 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 laugh, not wanting to offend the woman, and reached over to lead off rubbing her cover."Don't worry about it. We can do as much or as little as you want. Do you desire to talk about it ?"

Christy sighed, leaning forward to let Emily rub down her back through her t-shirt."My husband left me for his ex six months ago. I tried to be a soundly housewife, but I just couldn't make it body of work. I'm just so pall 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 master for my foremost meter ..."Christy finished the net of her wine-colored with a individual gulp, and pulled out a pack of cigarette and a igniter."Would you like one ?"She asked offering the pack to Emily. Emily took one and after Christy lit her cigarette she took the flatboat and lit her own. They both took a few drags in silence, then Christy put her cigarette down in the ashtray, leaned over and kissed Emily.

Christy tasted like skunk and wine, and Emily carefully put down her own cigarette without breaking the kiss, making certain not to accidentally burn the woman. Christy opened her mouthpiece, and Emily took it as an invitation to slide her knife into the other woman's sass. Christy's helping hand began to stray over Emily's blazonry and back, and Emily leaned back on the couch so that Christy was one-half laying on top of her. Christy's manus found one of Emily's breasts and began to gently massage it, getting her nipples hard. Emily returned the favour my grabbing Christy's ass, sliding her hand under her shorts to tweet her butt through her panties.

They made out like that for a while, until there was a wolf whistle from one of the balconies to the side of them, and Emily looked up to see a couple of cleaning woman watching appreciatively from the balcony adjacent door. Emily waved to them, then said,"Why don't we head inside ?"

Christy nodded, panting, and grabbed Emily's hand to lead her inwardly. As soon as they got inside, Christy began frantically pulling off her clothes until she was naked, revealing a slightly pudgy stomach, mount pussy and still firm white meat. 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 mammilla with her tongue. She let her hand run down Christy's abdomen until she found her wet pussy between her ramification. 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 mouth to try and stay fresh quiet.

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

Emily gave her a quick osculation and said,"Of grade. 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 purse and held them up."Which one do you want ?"She asked.

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

Emily undid the clasps at the front of the harness and slide the dildo through the O-ring, the buckled it back tight so the fake tool was standing out erect from her genitals. Then she rolled a condom onto the dildo, gave it a little spurt of lube just in caseful and climbed onto the bed. She was going to ask Christy what post she wanted when the woman grabbed Emily's cock and began guiding it to her snatch as she lay back on the bed. Emily lay on top of Christy, their breasts 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 cunt, her hands grabbing Emily's ass and trying to push her deeper. Emily began to slowly nooky 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 cock. Cristy's pussy was soaking the bed underneath them when she put her hand to Emily's chest, pushing her back and making her stop.

"Did you want me to slow down ? end ?"Emily asked.

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

Emily giggled, and pulled out, letting Christy get down on all fours in strawman of her, presenting her throbbing cunt for Emily once again. Emily grabbed Christy's rosehip, and pushed her cock inside her, watching it microscope slide in underneath Christy's cute brown asshole. Christy moaned, one of her hands moving to her clit, her read/write head and chest resting on the bed. Emily matched the tread of her thrusts to Christy's moans and movements, watching and feeling her hand movement faster and more frantically on her clit.

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

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

"God yes,"Christy said, rolling onto her rear."How very much 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 snaffle her purse. 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 death kiss, then pulled on her dress and slipped out of the room. She checked her phone, but there were no content about appointment yet, so she decided to find a bar to grab a deglutition and something to eat.

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

"Would you like something to salute ?"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 drink and put it on a coaster in front of her."Have you decided what you'd like to eat ?"

"I'll take a wimp beefburger and some Roger Fry,"Emily said, handing back the menu.

"No trouble,"said the barkeep, and put the order into a computer behind the bar."Enjoying the head trip so far ?"

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

"Oh, are you staff ? I saw your first clip bracelet so I assumed you're a passenger."

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

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

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

"Nope !"The mixologist said, and gave Emily an evaluate look."Too bad they don't pay us much, you're probably out of my terms cooking stove. But if you want I could steer a cleaning lady or two here your way."

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

"No trouble,"the barman said with a laugh."I'm Sarah by the way."

"Emily,"Emily said and shook her hand.

Sarah went off to check on some early frequenter, and Emily browsed her telephone set, updating her social media and checking on the sales from her Clips4Sale write up. sale were pretty normal, but she was going to take to put up some new videos soon so that people wouldn't get bored. Maybe she could do some onanism video recording when she wasn't working Emily thought.

Emily's sandwich arrived, and she hungrily devoured it, then started picking at her fries as she continued to surf her phone. When she was done she pushed the plate away, and Sarah came to pick it up.

"There's a woman down at the other 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 athletic looking butch with hair in a tight pony tail at the early end of the bar who raised her meth to them."Sure, station her down,"Emily said.

Sarah went back over to the woman and said something to her. The butch finished her deglutition, 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 path you are cutie. I'm Taylor."Joseph Deems Taylor then ordered two tequila on the rock music. They were off the premium computer menu, not included with the cruise, and cost $ 45 each. While they waited for their drinks Taylor put her hand on Emily's second joint and gave her a slight hug."Is this your first cruise ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Done,"Taylor said, and finished her drink. She waved over Sarah, and signed the banker's bill so that the drinks would be charged to her story."potable up and lets hit the road."

Emily finished her drink, and followed Taylor out of the bar. On the way out Zachary Taylor stopped at the ATM that was in the bar and took out a wad of immediate payment. She led Emily to the lift, and took her to the Sami deck that Emily's cabin was on, though on the early side of the ship. Elizabeth Taylor's cabin was the same size 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 Taylor would do.

Taylor locked the threshold and immediately began to strip. She pulled off her shirt and sports bra in one motion, throwing them aside to reveal her hairy armpit, toned venter and rather large, slightly saggy breasts. Then she undid her jeans and pulled them off so she was standing there in her pugilist."Your turn,"Elizabeth 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 Deems Taylor's bed. Elizabeth Taylor came over and grabbed Emily's hips, pulling them to the bound of the bed and spreading her legs. Then she knelt between them, and immediately latched her mouth to Emily's kitty. There was no warm up or foreplay, just a wet tongue suddenly pushing inside Emily. Emily moaned involuntarily as Taylor began to tongue shag her, her nose occasionally brushing Emily's clit and sending out little shock of pleasure.

Taylor moved her tongue to Emily's button and began sucking on it as she pushed first one, then two digit into her cunt. Fortunately between Joseph Deems Taylor's saliva and the stimulation, Emily was wet enough that they slid right in. Taylor quickly found Emily's g-spot and began curling her fingers against the spongelike bit of flesh. Emily moaned. Taylor didn't waste any sentence, she just went straight for the persona that felt the outdo. When Taylor pulled her finger from Emily's pussy she let out a groan of frustration, which was quickly replaced with one of shock as Taylor's index finger pressed against her SOB. The greasy digit quickly slid inside, expanding Emily's sphincter. It was followed by a instant finger, opening Emily up in a way that was both enjoyable and slightly painful.

Deems Taylor kept working her mouth 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 cleaning lady's question, trying to increase the pressure of her tongue as she came. As the aftershocks began to settle down, Emily had to push Taylor's head away, too sensitive for more attention.

Taylor stood up, a wicked grin on her face. Then she opened a drawer in her dressing table and pulled something out. She held up a dildo attached to a harness. There was a small office that would go inside the wearer's kitty-cat, and a turgid dildo for fucking her better half."Think you can claim it ?"Taylor asked.

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

"Oh, I came prepared,"Elizabeth Taylor said, dropping her Boxer and sliding one end of the toy into her hairy pussy. Then she buckled it on, and grabbed a prophylactic from the Saame drawer the harness came out of. She ripped it undefended and quickly rolled it down the strap, then took a bottle of lube and liberally applied some to the toy."On all fours slut,"Joseph Deems Taylor commanded, and Emily obeyed. She rolled over and propped herself up on hand and knees, presenting her ass to Taylor. Taylor squirted some more lube onto her digit, 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 month. The lubricant helped, but it still spite. Emily leaned her grimace down, grabbing and squeezing a pillow, trying not to cry out. After what felt like an eternity Deems Taylor bottomed out the dildo in Emily's ass, her second joint pressure into Emily's leg. Emily panted, trying to focus on the pleasurable aspects.

"bid with yourself whore,"Deems Taylor grunted, as she began to slowly have intercourse Emily's asshole. Emily obeyed, one hired hand flying to her pussy and beginning to rub her clit, trying to let the pleasure out weigh the pain sensation. Taylor kept a retard and sweetheart pace, withdrawing her strap almost completely, then sliding it back in to the base. Emily kept playing with herself, starting to enjoy the fullness in her bastard, squeezing back against it.

One of President Taylor's manpower reached down and grabbed Emily's breast, mauling and pinching it as she increased the pace of her thrusts."That's it whore, take my dick 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 close time, and collapsed on top of the smaller miss with a shudder.

They lay together panting for a minute, then Taylor rolled over, pulling the shoulder strap from Emily's asshole with a wet lube flatus. While Taylor lay there in the afterglow, Emily went into the small-scale bathroom and closed the room access behind her. She sat down on the toilet and pushed as much of the lube from her ass as she could while she peed, the wiped and cleaned herself up a bit. Zachary Taylor was still lying on the bed, cock sating up straight, but she was starting to snore lightly with half conclude middle. Emily tossed her own shoulder strap harness into her purse, grabbed the cash, and pulled her sundress back on.

Emily quietly left the cabin carrying her purse in one hand, sandals in the other, limping slightly from the irritation in her ass. She checked her phone and saw that there was another naming waiting for her. Emily sent back that she would be a few min late, she needed to stop by her cabin and make clean up a little.

In her cabin Emily took a yoke of Advil that she washed down with a beer from her mini bar. Then she hoped into the shower and had a speedy wash, making for certain to get any remaining lube from her ass. When she was out of the exhibitor, Emily dried off and put on a new thong and clean skirt and plastered shirt. Hopefully the next woman would only need to be eaten out, Emily thought to herself as she left her cabin .