The city of Cairo was alive with activity, the dock bustling as last minute supplies were loaded aboard the ship.  The individual departments, supply, engineering, and deck called the bridge alerting the captain that the ship was, indeed, ready for sea.  The captain made the announcement and gave the order to cast off.

     In the bedroom where Collette lay sleeping the announcement was not heard.  The system would not normally activate in the bedroom, respecting the privacy of the occupant. Only in an emergency would the captain activate the announcing system in the bedroom. 

   A soft rap on the door stirred me from my sleep.  I wiped my eyes and inched towards the door.  I opened the door and Jacques stood there dressed smartly in his white chefs regalia including tall chefs hat.  "Good morning, sir," he spoke softly in his thick French accent, "breakfast for mistress."    He pushed in a cart covered with food.  Two plates of French toast adorned with link sausage, and  a large carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice.   There were two saucers of Ruby Red grapefruit, cut in half, the succulent meat glistening in the light. 

    "Thank you, Jacques," I smiled, "it looks wonderful."  

     "Merci, monsieur," he replied.  He pointed to a large pot of coffee, "from Hawaii, Mistresses favorite."   He left the room, shutting the door behind him.

    I wheeled the cart deeper into the room, stopping it at the foot of the bed.  I pulled back the satin covers that adorned Collette's lovely body.   Falling to my knees, I began to lick her toes.  Slowly, my tongue darting between the small digits.  I licked her foot gently, caressing it with my tongue.   She stirred and purred happily.

    "Good morning to you too," she breathed heavily. 

    "Jacques brought breakfast," I informed her.

    "Wonderful," she smiled.

    I crawled out of bed, Collette stretching her tired body.  I brought the cart up next to the bed as Collette propped herself up.  I sat next to her on the bed and pulled her plate from the cart.  I set it in my lap and then pulled the cart closer.  I poured her a cup of coffee, the fragrant aroma drifting, filling the room.  I added sugar and cream as she directed and then offered her the steaming cup.   She took a small sip and moaned happily, "delicious."

    "Hawaiian Kona coffee, your favorite," I smiled.  "Everything on board is your favorite."

    She purred happily.  She reached over and set her coffee cup on the nightstand.  "What's for breakfast?"

    I picked up the syrup and poured it on the French toast.  I stabbed a link of sausage with a fork and dipped it in the syrup.  Holding my hand under the fork I offered her the sausage.  She opened her mouth and I fed her.   She chewed happily, savoring the delicious meat.  I dipped the sausage again, and again I fed her. 

    I fed her breakfast, pausing to offer her the orange juice, or waiting for her to sip her coffee.  Between bites I ate from my own plate.   Jacques was a wonderful cook, and the breakfast was outstanding.  I felt a soft shudder and smiled.  "We are moving," I said, offering her a spoonful of the grapefruit. 

    She chewed the fruit, swallowed, and smiled, "we are finally underway."

    I kissed her lips, "finally."

    We kissed passionately, the joy of the moment taken hold.  I picked up the syrup and poured a small dollop on her breasts, coating her nipples.  I bent forward and slowly licked the syrup from her breasts.  My tongue flicked over her nipples, dancing over the hardened nubs.   Collette moaned in delight, her head tilted back.  I continued to lick the syrup off her body, my tongue scraping along her skin.

    Collette moaned in delight, her head tilted, her eyes shut. 

    I paused and put her plate on the tray.  I pushed the cart away and returned my tongue to her body.  I trailed my tongue down from her breasts to her belly button. My tongue swirled around the small cavity, probing the recess.  I could taste the salt on her skin.  She dropped to her back and I pulled my tongue lower, sliding it through the tangled mat of her pubic hair.  My tongue dropped lower to caress her sex. 

    I slipped my tongue inside her sex, parting her lips.  Flicking my tongue from side to side I massaged Collette's pussy with my tongue.  Her hands gripped my hair, pushing my face against her pussy.   Her legs wrapped around my back, further pinning my face between her thighs.   I shook my head slightly, my tongue held inside her sex, pushing the soft skin of her pussy from side to side.

    Collette groaned and her legs tightened around my head.  Her thighs trapped my head and I could no longer move.  I compensated by shaking my tongue rapidly, probing the moist recess of her pussy.  Her taste was strong in my mouth, spurring me on.  I tongued her sex, rapidly twirling my tongue in circles within the tight confines of her sex.

    The ship turned along the river, the bed vibrating slightly.   The gently lapping waves rocked along the hull sending a white trail snaking behind the ship.  I continued to pleasure Collette with my tongue as the ship headed from the port and  into the deep blue water of the Mediterranean Sea.  Collette groaned at my ministrations, her fingers running through my hair, gripping and pulling as she guided my with her hands and thighs.

    Her thighs tightened as she came, her hips bucking against my trapped face.  My tongue held firm in her sex, her moans and shrieks echoing in the small room.  Her breathing came in spasms, hitching with shallow bursts.  "Oh, God," she breathed, releasing my head.  The room smelled of sex, strong and pungent. 

    "What a wonderful way to wake up," she said breathlessly.

    I smiled in acknowledgement.  "Every morning," I promised.

    I climbed off the bed and held my hand out to Collette.  She took my hand and we padded naked to the bathroom.  I turned on the spigot, flooding the tub with warm water.  I filled the tub with water, adding a dollop of pear bubble bath.  The tub filled with the fragrant suds, the white bubbles being born, living, and then dying with a silent pop.  With the tub full I turned the silver knobs to stop the flow of water.  Once again I offered Collette my hand, and I eased her into the tub.

    With a soft cloth, I bathed her delightful body.  I washed her from top to bottom, using a bottle of the pear shampoo to wash her hair.  I sat in the water with her, and when I finished washing her, I quickly washed my own body.  I exited the tub, and after drying myself off, I picked up another towel.  I helped Collette from the tub, and wrapped her in the terry cloth towel.  I dried her body and then escorted her to the walk-in closet. 

    We opened our suitcases and quickly dressed for the day.  I donned a pair of olive shorts and a green pullover.  Collette donned a pair of white shorts and a white T-shirt.  I went to the bathroom and grabbed a large comb while Collette sat on the corner of the bed.  I combed her hair, gently removing the tangles I found by holding her hair aloft, away from her tender scalp.

    With her brown hair combed, I ran the comb quickly through my own tangled locks.  I returned the comb to the bathroom and together we left the bedroom.   We climbed the stairs until we arrived on the deck.  We stood on the deck watching the sandy shore race by as the ship raced north towards the Mediterranean Sea.   The wind swept through our damp hair, feeling cool on our faces.  Occasionally a small shanty would appear and just as rapidly disappear in our wake.  

   We watched the passing scenery with all the relish of a tourist.  Each site a happy memory dancing in our minds.   We talked merrily, our hands sweeping at the desert scenery.  We pointed at camels drinking long sips of water from the Nile, laughing at their lazy faces.   Their burdens were heavy, large sacks cinched tightly to their sides.  They walked on unsteady legs, swaying in the desert sand.  We watched the head dance wavy lines in the air, climbing into the hot air.

    We watched as the crew went about their job; the deckhands cleaning the ship, the captain standing in the bridge, guiding the ship along the river towards the Mediterranean Sea.  Collette took my hand and led me to the bridge.  She approached the captain and spoke, her voice full of desire, "I would like to meet the crew."

    I knew what she meant.  We were finally underway, finally sailing towards the historic ports of the African and European countries.  The passion dripping from the soft mouth of Mistress Collette left no doubt what it was that she needed.  It was time for her to live her fantasy.

    "Of course, Mistress," the captain replied.   "How would you like to do this?"

    "Send them to my bedroom about four or five at a time.   Have others on standby so that when I am done meeting the first batch, the next is waiting outside the door.  I want every crewmember to come to my bedroom.  I will let you know if I need anything else."

    David acknowledged Collette's wishes.  He picked up the phone and called the executive officer, the second in command of the vessel.  He spoke briefly, explaining what was necessary to carry out Collette's wishes.  He hung up the phone and turned to Collette, "the first group will be there in about a half an hour.  The crew looks forward to meeting you, as well, Mistress."

    "Thank you, David," Collette said. She turned from the captain, took my hand, and led me back to her bedroom.

    We returned to the bedroom.   The breakfast dishes were gone, the bed made, and the room already cleaned.   We had not seen any member of the crew clean, just an example of the multiple tasks taking place behind the scenes. 

    "Undress me," she whispered throatily.

    "Yes, mistress," I replied smiling happily.  I crossed the room and lifted her white T-shirt over her head.  Her nipples were hard nubs, evidence of her arousal.  I lowered my hands, trailing my fingers along the side of her chest.  I dropped my hands and unfastened her white shorts.  Pulling them apart, I lowered her zipper.  I pulled her shorts off her shapely ass, sliding them down her thighs.  She stepped out of them, standing nude in the warm room.

    "Yes," she said as she walked to the bed.  She lowered her body down and relaxed on the soft mattress.  "You know your job in this, correct?" she asked. 

    We had discussed her fantasy countless times and I knew my part.   "Yes, mistress," I nodded.

    With a tilting of her head she whispered hungrily, "wonderful."

    I crossed the room and picked up the phone.  A soft voice spoke to me, "Can I help you?"

    "Yes, could you connect me to the kitchen, please?" I asked politely.

    "Of course, sir," she replied happily, "I can't wait to meet you and Mistress Collette."

     I heard the phone ring.  It dawned on me that the upcoming fantasy fulfillment of Mistress Collette was running like wildfire through the ship.   Each crewmember must know by now that they would be coming to our bedroom soon enough.  I wondered what the crew was thinking about the upcoming day.

    Jacques thick accent crossed the phone line, "allo?"

    "Hi, Jacques," I greeted him, "I was wondering if you could send down a tray of fruits, nuts, olives, and some crackers with spreads?"

    "Oui, monsieur," he replied, "it will be there shortly."

    I thanked him and hung up the phone.  Collette lay on the bed, her legs parted slightly, her hand rubbing her moist crotch.  She was masturbating slowly, lightly stroking her heated sex.  "I have been looking forward to this," she breathed, smiling at me.  "For a long time."

    I watched as Collette masturbated, her fingers sliding between the soft flesh of her sex.  She slipped a finger inside her pussy and then pulled it out again.  She held her hand to me, the finger slick with her arousal.  I crossed the room and pulled her fingers into my mouth. I could taste her and the flavor was delightful. 

    "Undress," she breathed.  "Before the crew begins arriving."

    I stood up and lowered her hand back to the bed.  I pulled my olive colored shorts off and then tossed my shirt with it.  I stood naked next to the bed.  Collette's hand returned to her crotch.  She played with her pussy languidly, lazily stroking in wide circles.  Her legs shifted slightly, parting further.  I watched her as she pleasured her body, my cock showing interest as it hardened.

    A soft rap on the door pulled my eyes from Collette's excited body.   "Answer it," she said heatedly. 

    I crossed the room and opened the door.

    There were four men and one woman standing at the door.  The men looked only slightly inn-at-ease, while the woman appeared nervous.  I greeted our guests feeling slightly out of place as I stood naked in the doorway.  Each of the visitors greeted me and I shook each of their hands.  It was an awkward scene, standing naked before a room full of clothed guests, though Collette didn't seem to mind, she continued to lightly stroke her sex while the first batch entered the room.

    "Please introduce yourselves to Mistress Collette," I instructed the group, "she will direct you further."

    The five people inched towards the bed, and I noticed that the lone woman stood behind the rest with her head bowed slightly.  She seemed the most subdued of all the initial guests.  Was she frightened, or were the men just more comfortable in unfamiliar surroundings?  The first of the men held his hand out to Mistress Collette, "hello, Mistress," he said, his eyes riveted on her nude body, "my name is Charles Asterly.  I work in the engine room, ma'am.  I run the boilers," his voice was soft and he talked slowly. 

    "A pleasure, Charles," Collette breathed, "please, eat me while I talk to the next crew member."

    Charles dropped to his knees on the bed and began to inch forward.  Collette stopped his progress, "strip Charles," then turning to the other four guests she directed them to do the same.   Charles crawled backwards on his knees and stood on the floor at the foot of the bed.  He quickly doffed his clothes, dropping them at his feet until he stood naked at the foot of the bed.  Once again he knelt on the bed an inched forward.  He dropped to his elbows and with an extended tongue, he licked a wet path up to Collette's dripping snatch.

    The rest of the room began to remove their clothes.  The lone woman, hiding in the shadow of the dresser blushed as she unbuttoned her white blouse.   Collette caught her eye, "come here," she hooked her finger.  Charles continued his ministrations, he inserted his tongue inside Collette's sex and began to wiggle the taut muscle rapidly.

    The young woman walked forward until she stood by the bed.

    "What is your name?" Collette asked, her voice breathy.   She sucked in a rush of air in response to the pleasurable sensations she was feeling from Charles' tongue. 

    "Amy, mistress," she replied in her meek voice, her head cast downward.

    "Hello, Amy," Collette hissed with a moan, "you seem embarrassed.  Are you?"

    Amy nodded weakly, "yes, mistress."  She glanced around the room at Charles who massaged Collette's wet sex with his tongue, at me and the other three naked men.  She was still dressed, only her blouse was unbuttoned, her white brassiere peeking out behind the material of her shirt. 

    Collette smiled, "there's no reason," she paused as Charles licked her clit.  She moaned loudly and shifted on the bed.  Breathing deeply she continued, "reason to be.  Look around you, we are all naked here."   Collette paused and pointed to the large dresser opposite the bed.  "Why don't you stand up there and do a seductive strip tease.  That should help you overcome your nervousness."

    Amy blushed deeply and then nodded faintly, "yes, mistress."

    She crossed the room and climbed onto the dresser. She stood above the room looking down at the scene beneath her.   She looked at the naked men, all of them watching the scene on the bed.  Collette shifted again and beckoned to Charles, "fuck me, Charles," she hissed in heated desire, "fuck me until you cum."

    Charles needed no further prompting.  He pulled his mouth from Collette's sex and with his erection guiding him he impaled his cock inside Collette's wet cunt.   Charles pistoned rapidly, his hips a blur as he thrust his cock deep inside Collette's sex.  Collette moaned in delight, turning her head to look at Amy as she slowly pulled her blouse off her shoulders.  With a flush on her cheeks Amy unbuttoned her pleated skirt, dropping the thin material as she nervously rotated her hips in a mock strip tease.

    A soft rap on the door pulled me from the side of the bed.  Jacques was standing proudly in his white chef's uniform, a fully loaded tray of fruits and nuts sitting in front of him.  I thanked him, wheeling the cart into the room across from the bed towards the outside wall. 

    Amy unfastened her bra, her hips rocking, her eyes closed.  Her cheeks were crimson as she undressed.  She pulled her brassiere off her back, her small breasts aired to the room.  Her nipples were hard, pointing down at the milling crowd below her.  With her eyes still closed she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties.  She swallowed nervously and pulled the unflattering garment over her ass and down her legs.  She stepped out of them and kicked them onto the floor, standing on the dresser, naked and blushing.

    Charles began panting heavily, his hips bucking, "I'm cumming," he hissed.

    "Cum for me, Charles," Collette commanded and Charles ejaculated, his seed mingling with Collette's sexual juices. 

    Charles was breathing heavily as he stopped thrusting, holding himself inserted within Collette's pussy.  Charles pulled out and a thin stream of his semen ran down the softly shaved lips of Collette's wet sex.  He climbed off the bed and stood by Collette's feet, breathing heavily.  Collette smiled and thanked him before turning to me, her voice thick, "you know your job."  Her breathing was coming in deep gasps as I crossed the room.

    I crawled onto the bed, taking the place Charles had just vacated.  Charles was grinning, anticipating the sign of submission I was about to demonstrate.  I lowered my face to Collette's wet pussy.  I could smell the mingled secretions, the scents powerful.  The smell of Charles' seed reached my nose, pungent.  I extended my tongue and began to slowly clean Collette's pussy.  The strong, salty taste was heavy on my tongue as I lapped Charles' sperm from Collette's sex.

    I slipped my tongue inside Collette's heated sex and she moaned in delight.  Holding my tongue flexed I pulled the spent seed of Charles from Collette's pussy, swallowing heavily, my mouth dry as the thick fluid coated the muscle of my tongue.   I lapped at Collette's pussy, sucking her sex clean. 

    Collette turned to smile at Amy, "keep dancing, I will get to you."

    I lapped Collette's sex, her moans echoing in the small room.  She crooked her finger at the next man and he inched forward.  "What is your name?" she asked through clenched teeth.

    "Victor, ma'am.  Victor Krestkow," he answered in a thick accent.  "I work in the engine room as well."

    Collette closed her legs, trapping my face and then pulled them apart, "okay, Dennis," she said, "it's Victor's turn."  She turned back to Victor, "fuck me, Victor.  Fuck me...slowly..." she drew out the word.   "Tease yourself with my pussy."

    I crawled from the bed and stood by Collette's head.  I smiled down at her, happy with how her fantasy was progressing.  She as living her dream and I was elated to be part of it.  My mouth was dry, the taste of Charles' seed heavy on my tongue.  I lowered my arm and gripped her hand.  Holding her hand with mine, I ran my thumb over the long fingers of her hand. 

    Victor crawled between Collette's thighs.  His cock was hard as he sank it, ever so slowly, into Collette's pussy.  With deliberate slowness he pulled his cock from her cunt, paused, and then inched it back in.  He kept the snails pace going, as Amy continued to rotate her hips seductively, her hands flailing in the heated room.  The smell of sex was heavy as Victor teased his throbbing erection in the velvety softness of Collette's wet sex.

    He inched forward, slowly sinking his cock in her wet sex.  With equal slowness he drew his cock from the soft sheathe of her sex.  A teasingly slow copulation.  I watched as Victor slowly fucked Collette, a deliberate, maddening pace of teasing strokes.  Victor tensed as his passion climbed, longing to speed his pace.

    Collette could read his face, "yes, Victor, faster."  Her voice hitched with desire.  "Fuck me until you cum."

    Amy watched from her gyrating perch, dancing seductively on the dresser.  The ship moved along on an even keel, breaking through the muddy water of the Nile as we headed towards the deep sea of the Mediterranean.  Amy shook her hips, her embarrassment fading as her own arousal peaked.  She became excited as she displayed her ripe body to the room. 

    I stood by Collette's head, holding he hand.  She gripped my fingers tightly as Victor escalated his pace, thrusting furiously into Collette's heated sex.   Victor groaned as his naked feet dug into the sheets.  He groaned in delight, his thick accent echoing in the room, "yes," he shouted, "yes."   His eyes shut, his face contorting into a rictus of pleasure as he ejaculated his hot seed into Collette's pussy.  He moaned again and held his body stiff, his waning cock tucked within Collette's sex.  He pulled out, his seed dripping down Collette's thigh.

    Victor climbed off the bed and Collette turned to look at me.  With a giggle in her voice she whispered, "your turn."

    I released her hand and took Victor's place between Collette's parted thighs.  I lowered my head and began the intimate task of cleaning her sex with my tongue.  I lapped the heated lips of her pussy, drawing Victor's spent seed into my mouth.  I wiped the outside of Collette's pussy with my tongue, cleaning the combined juices of her and Victor from her pussy.  Then I swiftly inserted my tongue and lapped the interior of her sex.  I used my hand to hold her pussy open as my tongue darted inside to clean her.  Satisfied with my endeavors, I climbed off the bed.

    Moaning loudly, Collette beckoned Amy closer. 

    Amy climbed off the dresser and stood by Collette.  "Yes, mistress?" she asked.

    Collette whispered throatily, "I am going to fuck you too, shy one."

    Amy blushed.

    Collette turned to me and told me to fetch her strap-on.   "Yes, mistress," I replied, turning to retrieve our toys from the closet.  

    As I left Collette called the next man forward.  A short, red headed man stood at the foot of the bed, his erection standing firm, his excitement of the scene that had been playing out evident.  "Mistress," he said, bowing his head in deference to this amazing woman, "I work in the radio shack.  I fix and operate the radar equipment we have onboard.  My name is William Schotsky."

    With her voice throbbing in desire Collette commanded, "fuck me, William.  Fuck me hard and fast.  Don't stop until you cum."

    He crawled onto the bed, smiling happily, "with pleasure, mistress."

    William positioned himself between Collette's widely parted thighs.  His cock was engorged, the action he had been watching exciting him into readiness.  He slipped his erection into Collette's dripping sex, sliding deep until he could move no further.  He began to piston his hips rapidly, pulling his cock from Collette's sex and then pounding back in.  Out and in he pounded his cock into Collette, fucking her with wild abandon.

    I returned from the closet carrying with a small suitcase containing the sex toys we had carried on our flight from the States.  I set the suitcase on the floor by the nightstand at the head of the bed.  I unzipped the bag and folded the lid up.  Our toys were now ready for Collette's disposal.

    William continued to pump into Collette vigorously.  He continued to pound into her sex, grunting noisily with each inward thrust.  Collette's sex was slippery, flowing heavily.  William had to work to bring himself to ejaculation.   Collette was moaning in delight, her body quivering in lush.  William grunted, his hips thrusting as he worked his erection deeply into Collette's pussy. 

    "God," he hissed, his hips held forward and his head held taut looking at the ceiling with tightly clenched eyes.  He moaned loudly and held still as he ejaculated, his seed spilling into Collette's pussy.  He was breathing heavily, his hands gripping Collette's calves tightly.  He opened his mouth wide and exhaled.   "Thank you, mistress," he breathed.

    Collette was breathing heavily, "mmm, you're welcome."  She exhaled heavily, her legs twisting on the bed.  She raised her head to look at me.  "Clean me."  Her voice was thick with desire.

    I walked around to the foot of the bed.  Crawling up on my knees I worked my way up between Collette's thighs.  I dropped to my forearms and with an extended tongue I began licking William's sperm from Collette's sex.  It was an intimate act.  Collette was being intimate with each crew member as she lived her fantasy.  I was being intimate with each crew member as well, only in a less invasive mColletter.

    My tongue parted Collette's wet sex and I twisted the muscle rapidly, pulling William's seed from her pussy.  I lapped heavily, cleaning Collette's cunt thoroughly.  I licked the soft tissue of her sex, running my tongue through the matted web of her pubic hair.  I cleaned her sex and then backed off the bed.

    Collette smiled and purred, "hand me the strap-on."

    "Yes, mistress."  I returned to the suitcase and pulled the strap-on out.  I affixed an eight inch dildo to the restraining ring, sliding the rubber phallus through the round opening.  I showed the toy to mistress Collette.

    "Strap it on me," she breathed.

    I climbed onto the bed and attached the artificial penis to Collette's waist.  I pulled the center strap between her legs, the leather stroking her heated sex.  I tugged on the strap-on, pulling the dildo off of Collette's body, confirming how well the dildo was attached.  Satisfied with how secure the dildo was I climbed off the bed.  "Ready," I informed Collette.

    Collette beckoned Amy closer.  "It's your turn, Amy," Collette breathed hungrily, a purr sliding past her lips.  "Climb onto my cock."

    Amy blushed, her cheeks shining in the overhead light.  With her head bowed she acknowledged the command, "yes, mistress."  Amy climbed onto the bed from Collette's right side.  She turned and swung her leg out to straddle Collette's body.  She sat there, her legs resting outside of Collette's thighs.

    Collette held her cock still.  "Mount me, Amy."

    Amy slid forward tentatively and stood up onto her knees.  She gripped the end of the rubber penis and slid the phallus against the moist opening of her sex.  She sighed heavily as she lowered her body, impaling herself on the cock that jutted skyward from Collette's body.  She sank lower until her thighs rubbed against Collette's.   "God," she hissed, "the cock...cock is...is so big," she breathed.

    "Fuck yourself, Amy," Collette whispered, watching Amy's face.  

    Amy began pulling her body off of the plastic cock, sliding upward, the dildo pulling against the tender flesh of her pussy.  She pulled her hips higher, the dildo sliding from her sex and then she dropped herself down quickly.  Over and over Amy pulled the dildo from her sex only to drop heavily downward.  She was fucking herself as Collette had commanded, but she was fucking herself hard.

    Collette noticed the force at which Amy was pulling at the strap that held the dildo affixed to her thighs.  "You like it hard, don't you Amy?" Collette asked.

    "Yes, mistress," Amy admitted, climbing from the dildo again.  She dropped down quickly, forcefully, driving the cock into her sex.  Her face was flushed, her sex engorged as she fucked herself on the cock jutting proudly from Collette's hips.

    Amy rode Collette's artificial cock, fucking herself hard until she began moaning in pleasure.  "Oh, God," Amy breathed, her voice high. 

    Collette looked up from her prone position enjoying the erotic view of Amy riding her cock.  Collette fondled Amy's breasts, tweaking her hard nipples as Amy brought her body higher towards the precipice of her orgasm.  Collette smiled, listening to Amy shout in ecstasy, moaning loudly through pursed lips.

    "Oh, yes, yes," Amy shouted, her bouncing stopping, the dildo firmly ensconced within the confines of her wet pussy.  Amy's hips rocked as her body tensed, her shouts bouncing off the walls.  She stopped moving, throwing her arms behind her, between Collette's legs as she steadied herself, her body too weak to move.  

    Collette waited until Amy had recovered before asking her to remove her sex from the dildo.  Turning to me Collette beckoned me closer, "clean me," she whispered.

    Climbing onto the bed, I knelt between Collette's parted thighs and lowered body to pull Collette's fake cock into my mouth.  I sank my mouth over the dildo, sucking the artificial penis, cleaning Amy's secretions from the plastic invader.  Extending my tongue, I ran it along the length of the shaft, looking into Collette's watchful eyes.  I smiled with my tongue still stroking the length of Collette's rubber cock.  With the dildo clean I unstrapped the harness and climbed off the bed.

    I returned the dildo to the suitcase that contained the rest of our toys.  I looked at Collette as she crooked her finger towards the last man of the initial group.  He stepped forward excitedly, his cock erect, leading him.  I smiled at the thought, it seemed to me that since the dawn of time men had been led around by that particular organ.

    "What is your name?" Collette asked, her fingers sliding tantalizingly through the slick folds of her sex.  

    He watched as two fingers slipped into her sex, distracted by the view in front of him.  

    "Name?"

    He turned his eyes from the sight of Collette's tentative masturbation, "Walter, mistress," he stuttered, his head turning to look at Collette's pussy and then back to the warmth of her face.  "Walter Barker.  I work on the two yachts that act as life boats and ferries.  I work on their diesel engines.  I also work in the engine room working on the mechanical systems there."

    Breathing heavily, "hello, Walter.  Please," she pulled her fingers from her pussy.  "Fuck me, Walter."  He voice was dripping with passion.  Thick and throaty, her eyes half shut in heated anticipation.

    Walter worked his knees onto the bed, sliding up the sheets to kneel between Collette's parted thighs.  He placed his hands on Collette's knees, supporting his body as he inched his erection into Collette's pussy.  With measured strokes be began thrusting his cock deeply into her sex.

    The sounds of passion echoed in the room, dancing along the walls in a symphony of desire.  Walter grunted with each stroke, pounding against Collette's body with the fury of a bull.  His strokes were hard, his body slapping noisily against Collette's.  His hands held her knees, holding her legs away from his body.

    Walter through his head back, grunting loudly as he ejaculated, spilling his seed into Collette's warm sex.  He thrust forward one last time and held still.  Collette was moaning loudly, her body on fire.  Her hands caressed her breasts, her thumbs stroking her hard nipples.  Walter pulled his cock from Collette's sex and slid off the bed.  "Thank you," he whispered.

    It struck me as funny and I suppressed a giggle.  The polite tone in his voice as he thanked Collette seemed slightly out of place.  He had been intimate with her, and then like a husband at a wedding thanking the guests for attending he thanked her.  Polite ceremony in unusual situations.

    Collette beckoned me closer and I climbed onto the bed between her shapely thighs. Bending forward I extended my tongue and began lapping Walter's spent seed from the engorged flesh of Collette's pussy.  

    Collette's warm voice greeted my ears, "eat me, make me come."

    My tongue tickled the soft nether lips, slow, languid strokes from her ass upwards to lightly trail across her clit.  I repeated the pleasing strokes, spurred on by Collette's delicious moans ringing in my ears.  I raked my tongue in rapid spasms across her clit, side to side my tongue danced its fast caresses.  I could taste her excitement mingled with the culmination of Walters completion, thick on my tongue.

    Collette's thighs closed, trapping my head as her body tensed, her hips lifting off the bed, drawing my head with it.  She came loudly, her shrieks of pleasure alive in the room.  Her fingers gripped my hair, pulling at my scalp until I hissed in pain.  Her hands pulled at my head, her fingers alive with the excitement of her orgasm.  

    She opened her thighs and removed her fingers from my scalp.  She smiled at the small group of people watching as her excitement waned.  She whispered a soft, "nice to meet you," and the five visitors began to file from the room.  I heard the next group milling in the hall as I climbed off the bed.  Collette turned to face me, "feed me.  I am hungry."