Sandy's evening at the Party Boat was not over. She was still full of lustful energy and felt as if she was only in the first inning of a nine inning game. After several minutes, Sandy decided to go out onto the deck for another look at the stars and full moon while Terry napped. It was a warm and comfortable summer night with only a suggestion of a breeze when a man came up behind her and said, "Hi Queenie." Like Sandy, except for his thong and nipple clamps, he was nude. He had the start of a beer belly even though he was still young and was sporting an erection that Sandy could not ignore. "Hello," she said politely. "Looks like you are having a good time?" she said, gazing at the firm appendage between his legs. "It's okay. I wanted to do anal but Louisa doesn't do anal. She wanted to be with Guy anyway. She's there with him and Sylvia," he said with a slight slur. "It's okay. Now I'm here with you Queenie. Do you do anal, beautiful?" "I suppose so, but it depends on my mood." "What's your mood now?" the man asked. "Romantic. The full moon really gets a girl in the mood." "So, let me do you here," he said rather forcefully. "No way.
escort beylikdüzü I'm not doing anything out here," Sandy said leaving no room for compromise. "Okay, let's have a drink in my cabin." "Alright but just a drink." He grabbed her nipple chain and led Sandy to a cabin a few doors down from number three. The man still hadn't introduced himself when they stepped inside the room. He poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels. "Ya want some?" he asked gruffly. She said she didn't drink whiskey. "Okay, you don't drink whiskey, but you do anal and that's just fine with me. Bend over on the bed, slut," he said brusquely and gave her a shove. Sandy had never been treated that way but his rough manner turned her on in a way she had never experienced. She bent over on the bed as he had commanded, then turned back to him and said, "I don't do this without a condom." He was rubbing his dick to get himself harder in anticipation of plowing into her ass, but he stopped for a minute to reach on the bedside table to grab a small foil package and a jar of Vaseline. "Here ya go whore. If you want it, put it on." Sandy
escort akbatı took care to roll it on his stiff prick so as not to tear the latex. He gave her the jar of jelly and she obliged by smearing a large glob over his hard member. "Get over by the bed, tramp," he demanded. In a strange way, being humiliated just made her feel sexy and she felt her juices flowing again. Sandy inexplicably enjoyed the suggestion that she was nothing but a fuck doll. She bent over the bed waiting for his assault. The man's first motion was to rip down her thong then split her ass cheeks with his cock entering her ass without the slightest hesitation. He banged into her for a couple of dozen savage strokes and was finished. "Okay, get the hell out of here, bitch." "You're an ass whatever your name is," she said slamming the door when she left with cum oozing out of her rear and Vaseline smeared all over her ass cheeks. Terry was awake when Sandy stumbled into cabin three. "My God, Sandy, you look like a tornado hit you." "I know. I met some jerk out on the deck. He was rude, condescending and an asshole. He treated me like I was a whore
escort beylikdüzü and his slave." "Oh you must be talking about Big Al. Ya know, when he has been drinking he gets that way but otherwise he is a teddy bear. Come over here. You need a hug." Sandy didn't go into any more details but after cleaning herself up, she joined Terry on the bed. She felt the comfort of his arms and the warmth of his body. Quietly in a deep voice he began talking about his life saying he had been married for three years to a woman who was married to her job. His wife was away on business trips almost every month and sex with her was mostly a quickie. He couldn't explain why he had married her. They have little in common and are not a good match. Last week his wife filed divorce papers. Terry said he was unhappy and thought the Party Boat would boost his morale. Sandy said she had a good marriage although being on the Party Boat was exciting. Her friend, Phyllis, had talked her into it and maybe her curiosity had gotten the best of her. She said, "Here I am and you're making tonight better than I could have ever imagined!" "Let's take off those clamps so I can help your nipples feel a different sensation." Once her nipples were free, it took time to get them feeling normal again but with Terry's help, they soon became sensitive and responsive. He placed his lips up against each breast and circled her nipples with his tongue.
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