Collette's birthday arrived with a knock.  Jacques knocked on the door and opened it pushing a heavy cart loaded with Collette's breakfast in bed.  "Madame," he said in his thick French accent.  

    Collette stirred and smiled.  She spoke to Jacques in his native tongue and he replied in kind.  Collette sat up in bed, baring her breasts to Jacques and I.  He smiled appreciatively.  Jacques delivered a tray to Collette and then gave me one as well.  I thanked him and he nodded in response.

    We had eaten dinner last night and afterwards Mistress Collette was feeling tired and we had retired to the bedroom instead of returning to the revelry on the pool deck.  We had simply cuddled in bed, the two of us drifting to sleep before the sun even dipped below the horizon.  Now, with breakfast before us and the night behind us, the day seemed full of possibilities.  I knew the captain had the ballroom set up for Collette's birthday orgy and I was anxiously looking forward to showing her the surprise.

    We ate slowly, savoring the meal that Jacques had delivered to us in bed.  He was a remarkable addition to the crew, his cooking superb.  We had hired him away from a four-star restaurant deep in the hidden back roads of Paris.  He had not worked  for any of the restaurants that the tourists frequented; he worked where the French men and women of wealth and privilege ate.  He was a four-star chef from a four-star restaurant. And now he was Collette's.  

    Definitely fortuitous.

    Jacques left us and I knew that he was returning to his kitchen to prepare the early dinner for Collette's surprise birthday orgy in the ballroom.  Collette chewed her breakfast and when we were both done eating I looked at her lovingly and said, "happy birthday!"

    Her face lit up, "I knew you wouldn't forget."  

    To me it seemed as if she felt I had forgotten, "I could never forget."

    She smiled at me, her face alive with happiness.  She looked beautiful and I couldn't help but smile back.  I climbed from the bed and led Collette into the bathroom.  The two of us showered together with me bathing her slowly, sensuously.  She purred happily and I loved the sound.  

    We finished the shower and I softly patted her body dry.  She was clean, she was naked, and she was beautiful.  I took her hand and led her from the bedroom.

    "Where are we going?"

    I smiled, "you'll see."

    "Is it a surprise?"

    "Yes."

    Like a little girl, "I like surprises."

    Together we laughed.

    Hand in hand we walked through the ship.  We made our way to the grand ball room.  "Your surprise," I said, swinging the double doors open.

    The room was beautiful.  Silk fabric, beautiful reds and purples,  hung from the ceiling and danced in the gentle currents of air that was being moved by naked men holding large, woven fans.  Hundreds of pillows rested comfortably on silk covered cushions, making one huge bed nearly one hundred feet on a side.  The men waving the fans seemed to move in unison, a well-choreographed machine.

    Collette squealed in delight, "I love it."

    "Happy birthday," I said, "your harem.  The crew will be coming through, all of them, until everybody has been here for a few hours at least."

    "It's perfect!"

    Collette and I walked onto the huge bed, the soft floor yielding under out weight.  She surveyed the room; greeting the men waving the fans, smiling at their presence.  "It's perfect," she repeated.  She dropped onto the bed and began rolling over the satin sheets and soft, fluffy pillows.  Collette held her hand to me and pulled me on top of her, "thank you."

    I kissed her tenderly, "happy birthday."

    "I like birthdays," she said, sounding almost like a child.

    "I'm glad."  I smiled at her, happy with her happiness.  

    Jacques arrived, naked and smiling.  He looked at Collette and spoke to her in French.  She replied in kind and then pushed me off of her.  She said to me, "we are going to test the Frenchman's tongue."  She was absolutely giddy with the thought.  

    I backed away from Collette and the approaching Jacques.  Collette spread her legs wide, inviting Jacques between them.  He jumped between her thighs with a grin on his face.  His mouth was a flurry of activity and his tongue a whirlwind of motion.  He lapped at Collette's sex like a man possessed and she trembled in delight.  Her body shook and her breathing climbed from a calm purr to a ragged gasp of pleasure.

    She came loudly and still Jacques continued to eat her pussy.  His tongue dipped between her silken folds and vibrated there; shaking in rapid pulses.  His hands slid along her thighs and under her body.  He lifted her higher, allowing him deeper access to her sex.  She purred in pleasure and he moaned in return.  The sounds of her ever climbing joy spurred his tongue into an even faster blur.  

    "My God," Collette hissed in ecstasy.

    The crew began to mill in and spurred on by Collette's shouts of delight and pleasure they began to participate.  As Jacques spurred Collette onto her fifth orgasm the room was full of gasps and groans.  Jacques pulled away from Collette's heated body and spoke to her in French.  

    Collette answered his query and the two of them laughed.  Collette thanked Jacques for the ability of his tongue and he grinned happily at the praise.  They continued to chat briefly before Jacques excused himself.  Collette looked at me, lying next to her, "he will be making lunch for us.  Something yummy," she promised.

    "Sounds good," I said.

    "Yes."  Collette looked about the room and smiled, "looks like everyone is having fun."

    I had to agree, "yes."

    For the next four hours countless hands and countless tongues brought countless men and women to countless orgasms.  Collette watched and participated and I lost count of the number of times that her beautiful body was brought beyond the precipice of orgasmic delight.  She came over and over again, men and women both spurring her body to completion.  By the time Jacques returned with our lunch Collette was soaked with sweat and lay limply on the soft floor of the ballroom.

    Jacques wheeled a silver tray into the room and then carried a small tray to where Collette was resting with her eyes half-closed, more hearing than seeing the orgy of pleasure that was transpiring all around her.  He dropped to his knees and pulled back the dome shaped cover to reveal a plate of escargot.  He spoke to Collette in French and she looked at him briefly before replying.

    Jacques fed Collette the first bite of the tan delicacy and she purred.  "God, that's good," she said with a mouth full of the tender delicacy.  A throaty sound of pleasure escaped her lips and after swallowing she opened her mouth for another bite of the succulent meat.  

    The tan meat slid into her mouth again as Jacques fed Collette bite after bite of the escargots.  Jacques was a well-renowned French Chef and he made them flawlessly.  They were tasty and not rubbery and Collette savored each and every bite.  When she finished the four small snails Jacques climbed to his feet and returned the small plate back to the cart and grabbed the next item of food specially prepared, fried calamari.

    The squid was like the snails and perfectly prepared.  Collette said between bites, "we are so lucky to have you as our chef, Jacques.  I don't think there has been a thing you have made me that I haven't liked."

    Which was true, of course.  Long before the ship set said we had given Jacques a list of foods that Collette disliked and was forbidden from preparing them.  She had this thing against plums and so there were no plums aboard the ship nor would Jacques prepare any entree or desert with plums as the main ingredient.  It was intentional and if Collette suspected she never said a thing.  I had to smile at that, she was a remarkable woman.

    Collette finished the squid and was starting to feel full when Jacques took the plate away and fetched the next dish.  He walked back to us and revealed a paste of lobster tail and shrimp with a small spoon to spread over some crisp crackers.  Collette ate the first bite of the crackers covered with the thick paste.  She purred in delight, "wow," she said with her mouth full of the crackers, "this is great!"  She chewed and swallowed and reached for another cracker.

    Collette ate four of the crackers and said, "we have to have that again.  That was yummy."  

    Jacques beamed at the praise and thanked her.  He asked her a question and she responded to his query.  Jacques nodded, took the tray that the crackers had been delivered on and wheeled the cart away.  

    Smiling, Collette said, "well, I'm not hungry anymore."

    Igrinned with her, "that's good."  I was elated that she was sated; it was what I lived for.  And the crew went along with me in making sure that every one of Mistress Collette's needs were met and exceeded.

    "Now," Collette said, stretching her arms towards the ceiling, "it is nap time.  I'm sleepy."  And she yawned.  With that Collette lowered herself onto the many pillows and shut her eyes, "very sleepy," she whispered.

    And she napped as the orgy of pleasure took place around her.  The ship rocked gently on the waves, the gentle movement cradling us tenderly.  I lay down next to Collette and together, the two of us slept.

    Five hours passed before we awoke. When our eyes finally drifted open the crew members that were present were not the ones that were there when we had drifted off to sleep.  The sights and sounds were the same.  Men and women were engaged in the activities of adults; the sounds of sex and giggles of laughter and the moans of pleasure all intermingled into an orchestra of fun.  It was obvious that the party that we had arranged for Collette's birthday was a complete success.

    Collette stretched, "that was great," she said softly.

    I could only agree.

    Collette looked around and spotted two men orally pleasuring a woman that we had not yet met, "get those three," Collette commanded, "bring them to me."

    Her will be done, "as you wish," I smiled and obeyed.

    I stood up, the warm sheets under me clinging to my feet.  I walked on the soft sheets over to the threesome that Collette had indicated, "excuse me," I said.  

    They paused.  The woman was lying with her legs widespread.  One of the men had his face buried between the woman's thighs and the second man had been gently tonguing the woman's breasts.  When I spoke all three of them paused to look up at me.  The woman seemed to be the most strong-willed of the three and she was the only one that spoke, "sir?"

    "Mistress requests your presence," I said indicating Collette as she lay naked on the sheets and pillows watching the four of us.

    "Of course, sir," the woman said.  The three of them climbed to their feet and the four of us returned to Collette's side.

    "Mistress," I said, "as you requested."

    Collette looked up at the three people that she had summoned to her.  "You know," she began, looking at the naked young woman, "it looked like you were having so much fun that I opted to join in.  I want all three of you to pleasure me.  Three tongues," she purred, "sounds yummy."  Her voice was throaty and alive with pleasure, the thought of what was to come arousing her and that arousal evident in her tone.

    The three of them said nothing, they just dropped to their knees to begin the enjoyable task of bringing their mistress pleasure.  The woman climbed between Collette's thighs while each of the men took up a vigil on opposite sides of Collette's body.  The men bent and began licking Collette's nipples, each tonguing the hardening nub with their tongues.  The woman slowly lapped at Collette's pussy, licking as she had just been licked, slowly and steadily, raising Collette's pleasure higher and higher towards the precipice of completion.

    I stood above the three of them and watched as Collette's body undulated in abject pleasure as the two men licked her breasts and the young woman licked her pussy.  Around the room the sounds of smell of sex permeated.  As I watched more men and women spilled into the room to continue the festivities and I had to smile at the success of the day.  Not interfering with Collette or the three people pleasuring her I crossed the room and picked up the phone.  "The kitchen," I said to the operator that answered the phone.

    "Of course, sir."

    The phone rang three times before Jacques picked up the line with a gruff, "allo?"

    "Jacques," I said, "I think it is time for mistresses cake now."

    Jacques agreed, "of course, monsieur.  I shall bring is shortly."

    "Thanks, Jacques," I said and hung up the phone.  

     Collette was in the throws of a strong orgasm when Jacques returned to the ballroom.  He was pushing a cart with a three-tiered cake atop it.  Two candles were burning and as the door shut behind him he began singing happy birthday.  When he entered all of the men and women looked up and sang along.  

    Collette's orgasm waned as the song ended and the crew that was present applauded Collette and shouted out, "happy birthday," or "happy birthday, mistress."

    Collette was grinning from ear to ear as the song faded.  She was elated at the attention, having a wonderful birthday.  "What kind of cake is it?"

    "Chocolate, with chocolate frosting and a ribbon of chocolate layered inside the cake.  It's a chocolate lover's dream."

    "I like chocolate," she said, giddy, like a child.

    I smiled with her, "I know."

    Jacques cut the cake, handing Collette the first piece of the rich desert.  Collette took a bite and purred, "oh," she said, "that's good."

    Jacques heard and understood, "merci!"

    Collette ate her cake, savoring each rich bite.  Slowly she devoured the piece that Jacques had cut her and when it was finished she thanked him in French and he beamed happily and then Collette turned to the rest of the crew and opened her cake to the men and women standing around and watching Collette enjoying her cake.  They each stepped forward and cut themselves a small piece, making sure that there was plenty for others.  

    When the cake was gone and Collette laying back on the cushions smiling happily she looked up at Jacques and said, "eat me."  She had a dreamy look in her eye as if she were remembering Jacques earlier oral ministrations.

    I was standing up by the cart and watched as Jacques dropped to his knees to climb between Collette's parted thighs.  I knew he would be there for a while and so I pushed the cart back to the galley while Jacques pleasured Mistress Collette with his obviously talented tongue.

    The trip to the galley was uneventful.  I pushed the cart back and left it unattended by the doorway to the kitchen.  I wasted no time making my way back to the ballroom.  I entered as Collette was screaming in orgasmic bliss.  Jacques was lying between her widely parted thighs, tonguing her wet sex with his extremely talented mouth and tongue.  

    Breathing heavily Collette gasped, "I want to fuck you, Jacques."

    He looked at her and then nodded as if he had to struggle with the translation and finally understood.  Jacques rolled over and worked his way to his hands and knees.  Collette sat up and seeing me standing to the side commanded, "bring me a cock.  A big cock."

    "Yes, mistress," I said as I turned to obey.

    Within moments I returned a large artificial penis to Collette's waiting hands as well as a heavy leather harness.  Collette pushed the cock into the the ring that securely held the cock to the harness.  With the cock affixed to the harness Collette buckled the harness around her hips and pulled it snug.  The cock jutted proudly from her hips, the flat base pressing against her wet sex.  She spoke to Jacques and he said, "oui."

    Jacques climbed to his knees and worked his way to kneel before Collette's artificial penis.  Jacques opened his mouth and sucked on the Collette's cock.  He was lubricating it with his saliva, I realized.  That must have been what Collette had asked, if he would like to suck to lube it for his ass.  It was no wonder he answered, "yes."  I knew I would have as well.

    Jacques continued to suck on the cock until it was well coated with his spit.  Collette said something in French and Jacques dropped to his hands and knees and rotated his body so that his naked ass was facing Collette's proud cock.  She spoke again and slowly eased the dildo into Jacques ass.  The lubricant served its purpose and allowed the large cock to fully disappear into his ass.  Both Collette and Jacques moaned as the cock disappeared.

    Collette fucked Jacques with vigor.  Her hips bucked and the cock slipped from Jacques' ass and back in over and over.  Jacques was gasping and Collette was groaning, the sounds intermingling in an orchestra of delight.  Collette's breathing grew rapid as she continued driving the cock into and pulling it from Jacques.  The cock pulled from Jacques' ass, popping free.

    Collette giggled and breathed, "don't move."  With that she shoved the large cock back into Jacques and resumed her hurried pace of fucking him.  Through clenched teeth Collette gasped, "masturbate, Jacques."

    Jacques obeyed, reaching under his prone body to stroke his hard cock.  He masturbated while Collette fucked him.  He came quickly and when he did his body arched.  The sight and sound of Jacques coming drove Collette over the precipice of completion and she came with him, the flat base of the cock providing the physical stimulation to the scene of Jacques coming under her.  "God!" she screamed and shuddered in delight.

    "Merci," Jacques said, looking over his shoulder at Collette kneeling behind him.

    Collette pulled the cock from Jacques' ass and unstrapped it from her hips.  She tossed it aside and fell backwards.  Her body was covered in sweat and she shivered as the cool air of the ballroom washed over her body.  She was breathing heavily and lay back onto the satin sheets and pillows that blanketed the ballroom floor.  "That was great," she breathed.

    I smiled at her.

    "Get me a drink, please," Collette commanded me.

    "Of course," I said as I turned to fetch her requested drink.  A bar was set up against the port side wall and I made my way too it.  "Sir," the bartender said as I approached, "what can I get you?"

    "Spiced Rum and Diet Coke," I said.

    "Right away," he said as he turned to mix the drink."  

    The bartender mixed the drink and handed it to me.  "Here you go, sir," he said.

    "Thank you..." my voice trailed off.

    "Jason," he said, offering me his hand.

    I shook his hand, "Jason," I said, "a pleasure.  Have you enjoyed the day?"

    "Yes, sir," he said, "very  much so."

    "That's great!" I said excitedly, elated to hear the news. "Thanks for the drink."

    "Of course," he said.

    I returned to Collette's side and handed her her drink. "Mistress." 

    Collette sat up and took the drink from my hand and slowly sipped it.  She held the glass to her lip and took a second sip, followed by a third.  She licked her lips and handed the half-empty glass back to me, "thank you."

    I nodded and smiled and stood there, serving as Collette's cup holder. 

    Collette lay back down and announced, "I'm exhausted."  She looked up at me as I held her drink glass with the slowly melting ice and said, "thank you for the wonderful birthday."

    "You know, it's not over yet."

    "Oh?"

    I grinned at her, "let me show you."  With that I crossed the room and picked up the phone. The operator answered and said, "who can I connect you with?"

    "The captain, please."

    She recognized my voice, "right away, sir."

    On the second ring the captain answered, "captain."

    "It's time."

    "I'll be right there."

    "Thank you, captain."  I hung up the phone and returned to Collette's side, "the captain will be down in just a moment," I announced.

    "For?"

    I smiled at her, "another surprise for you," I said.

    She smiled broadly, "I do so like surprises."

    About two minutes later the captain entered the ballroom.  It was the first time he had showed up for the festivities.  In his hands were three boxes wrapped with white wrapping paper.  The paper pictures of balloons and sported the words, "Happy Birthday," in flowing pink script.  

    Collette clapped her hands together, "presents!  I love presents."

    I loved her happiness and knew her birthday had turned out to be a complete success.  "Happy birthday," I said to her as the captain handed her her gifts.

    Collette took the three packages and set them next to her.  She picked up the first package and ripped the wrapping from the box.  She lifted the lid and inside was a huge dildo.  It was nearly four inches longer than the one she had just used to fuck Jacques, and about three inches further around.  It was gargantuan and I dreaded the first time it was used on me.  

    "We shall have to christen this immediately," she purred as she set the box aside to grab the next box.  She pulled the wrapping off of it and said, "it's beautiful," as she pulled a stunning diamond necklace from the small box.  She held it in her hands, watching the light of the ballroom reflect off of the beautiful stones.  "Beautiful," she repeated.

    Collette put the necklace around her throat and fastened it there.  She held her palm over it, feeling it against her skin.  It fit perfectly.  "Beautiful," she said a third time.

    She set the small box the necklace came in aside and grabbed the third box.  She ripped the wrapping off of the box and opened the box.  She pulled a small note out of the box that read, "look behind you."  She turned and looked at the captain holding the collar of a beautiful German Shepard puppy.  When Collette looked he released the collar and the puppy bounded to Collette's waiting arms.

    "What a pretty puppy," Collette said in a high voice, talking to the puppy, "a very pretty puppy."

    "He is about four months old," the captain told Collette.  "We bought him for you nearly three months ago.  He had to go through quarantine to guarantee that he had no diseases, no rabies, etcetera.  It was necessary to get him his own passport.  It's not really a passport, of course, but we do have papers on him to allow him into any country we visit."

    Collette's eyes lit up in understanding, "that's amazing."

    "It took some work," the captain admitted, "but we got it done."

    "What's his name?"

    "He's your puppy.  You get to name him."

    Collette turned back to the puppy wagging his tail and bouncing around Collette's lap.  "What's a good name for you, boy?" She asked with the little kids voice.  "What's a good name?"

    The puppy barked once as if to say, "I don't know."

    "Prince," Collette said.  "Prince is a good name.  Do you like the name, boy?"

    The puppy barked in agreement and Collette laughed, "Prince it is." She slammed her palms on the soft floor and the puppy bounded backwards and then lunged forward with its own attack.  Collette rubbed her open palm against the puppy's nose and pushed Prince away from her.  Prince nipped at her hand playfully and then shifted to the left, feigned right, and stepped forward again, barking happily.  

    The captain looked at me and the two of us shared a smile.  

    Collette fell onto her back and Prince bounded onto her stomach and pressed his paws into her chest.  He licked her face and Collette struggled to push him away.  She gripped him and lowered him to the pillows where he lay down and gently rested his wet nose against Collette's side only to close his eyes and slept. 

    Collette petted his warm fur softly and looked at the captain and then to me.  "Thank you," she mouthed.  Prince was a perfect gift and the trouble it took to make the arrangements for him to go ashore with us was time well spent.  Collette, tired from her day of fun, lay there next to Prince.

    Together, the two of them slept.

    The captain nodded to me and left the ballroom to return to his duties.  I took the opportunity to nap and lay down next to Collette.  I was asleep in minutes.

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