She ate the grapes gingerly, purring in delight, savoring the sweet taste of the green fruit.  I fed her from the vine, pulling the bunch up after she took hold of the succulent fruit with her warm, red lips.  Each sphere of pleasure escalated her happiness.  She shut her eyes, the soft throaty sounds of her delight the only sound in the room.

    She swallowed and opened her eyes, staring up at me.  "Is the next group ready?"

    I nodded, "yes, they are outside the door."

    She pulled another grape into her mouth, chewed it slowly, "I think it is time to let them in."  She shifted positions, pulling her head from my lap.  She sat up, her naked breasts falling beautifully to stand proudly from her chest.  I left the bed, padding naked towards the door.  Collette repositioned herself to lie nude in the center of the bed, her body tense in heated anticipation.

    I opened the door, greeting the five men that stood noisily in the hallway that spColletted the width of the ship.  I stepped aside, welcoming them into the room.  The group stood at the base of the bed, staring down at Collette's naked body.  Two of the men looked surprised to see that she was naked, the other three seemed nonplussed; as if they expected it.  I wondered how long word of the activities that was taking place in the room would spread through the ship.

    Collette greeted each man, asking the first two to step forward.  "What are your names?" she asked.

    The first, a short man with long hair pulled back into a pony tail stepped forward to gently shake her extended hand.  "Mark Tallus, mistress.  I work in the machine shop."

    The second man stepped forward and kissed Collette's demurely held hand, "Timothy Balester.  I work in the engine room, second shift typically," he explained.  

    Collette turned to Mark, "Mark," and back to Timothy, "Tim, I want to watch you two.  I will masturbate while I watch you two kiss.  The sooner I come, the sooner you two can stop."

    They looked shocked.  It appeared that word of what was happening in the master bedroom had begun to spread, and they had expected to have sex with Collette, not to have to kiss one another.  Mark stared nervously at Tim while Tim looked from Mark to Collette and back.  

    They stepped forward tentatively, as if expecting Collette to rescind her order.  They stood face to face and both Tim and Mark turned to face Collette.  She was running her hand along the moist folds of her sex, watching the nervousness dance in the faces of the two men.  She nodded and breathed heavily, "kiss.  Passionately, convince me you like it."

    Tim shut his eyes and leaned his body towards Mark.  He pressed his lips against Marks, his mouth dry.  Mark slowly began to kiss him back, his eyes shut as tight as Tim's.  They kissed chastely, their lips touching lightly.  

    "Tongue," Collette breathed, her hand sliding along her sex, her fingers teasing her clit with rapid circles.  "Use your tongues."

    Obeying Mark slipped his tongue into Tim's mouth.  Tim accepted the probing muscle and extended his own tongue.  Their mouths danced in a passionate embrace, their tongues slipping against each others in a heated exchange of desire.  Like lovers they kissed, their tongues snaking into each other's mouths as Collette continued to pleasure her sex with her hand, masturbating furiously.  

    Collette's moans filled the room, her fingers slipping through the folds of her sex rapidly.  She masturbated ardently, her fingers sliding into her sex to probe the soft inner flesh.  Her eyes remained locked on the two men as they kissed.  She watched as Mark probed Tim's mouth with his tongue, sliding his tongue along Tim's teeth.

    Tim held his eyes shut, imagining Collette in his arms, pretending that it was Collette's forceful tongue dancing inside his mouth.  Tim kissed back, his lips pressing against Mark's with passion.  He held his mouth open, submitting to the probing muscle of Mark's strong tongue.  

    Mark kissed Tim, his own imagination providing him with the image of Collette in his arms.  He could see her in his mind and feel her as his hands slipped up Tim's back.  His mouth probed Tim's, his mind seeing Collette pressing her lips to his.    

    Collette moaned loudly as her fingers brought her to orgasm.  She came loudly, her hips bucking on the satin sheets.  She shouts filled the room, her shrieks exciting to listen to.  Mark and Tim broke their kiss, stepping away from each other.  They turned to stare at Collette, wondering what to do next.  

    Collette relaxed, her eyes scanning the room.  She took some deep breaths, calming her heated senses.  "That was yummy," she purred to the two men standing by her side.  Her hand was languidly stroking her pussy as she decided what to do next.  "Tim," she beckoned the tall man, "would you like your dick sucked?"

    He nodded, "yes, please." He took a step forward, inching towards Collette's face.

    She laughed, "stop.  I am not going to do it.  Mark," she said, "you seemed to enjoy having your tongue in Tim's mouth, why don't you see if you like things in yours."

    Mark hung his head, swallowing heavily, "yes, mistress." He dropped to his knees and watched with downcast eyes as Tim inched across the room.  Mark reached up and lightly gripped Tim's erect cock.  His hand pulled away, as if he touched a live wire and had been shocked.  Collette giggled as he once again reached up and slowly wrapped his fingers around the cock that danced inches from his face.

    Collette nodded, "do it."

    Mark shut his eyes and leaned forward.  He pulled the cock into his mouth, feeling the warmth of the throbbing cock.  He sucked the hard flesh, bobbing his head to pull Tim's penis from his mouth before blindly leaning forward to have it sink back into his mouth.  He sucked on Tim's cock, his eyes held shut, like he was trying to distance himself from his task.

    Again Collette spoke, "open your eyes, Mark.  Watch that cock slide into your mouth."

    Tim moaned as Mark continued to suck his penis.  Mark opened his eyes to watch as the penis slipped from his lips and then slowly sank back in.  Over and over he engulfed Tim's cock with his hot mouth until Tim grunted, ejaculating thick jets of sperm into Mark's mouth.  Mark swallowed, pulling his mouth off of Tim's waning cock.  

    "Clean it," Collette commanded Mark, "keep your eyes open and lick it clean."

    Mark slunk forward and with a meekly extended tongue he began to lap at Tim's cock like a kitten at a bowl of milk.  He slid his tongue up from Tim's balls, licking a tentative path upward.  He cleaned Tim's cock, pulling the remaining seed from Tim's hot skin.  He stared at the flaccid cock in front of him, his mind reeling at the cold realization of his act, he was cleaning another man's sperm from another man's cock.  He shifted his head to clean the top before pulling away to sit on his calves.

    "Wonderful," Collette breathed, her voice thick.  She purred a throaty sound that captured the attention of all the men in the room.  "That was very good Mark.  You deserve a reward.  Please fuck me."

    Mark's shamed face lit up with excitement, "yes, mistress," he replied.  He had used the same words earlier, but his voice now danced with delight instead of trepidation.  He crawled onto the bed, smiling gleefully as he inched past Tim standing spent by the foot of the bed.  He crawled forward on his knees, until he was positioned between Collette's parted thighs.  

    Mark slid his cock into the soft flesh of Collette's dripping sex.  He thrust forward, his taut balls pulling next to his body as his excitement crested almost instantly.  The humiliation of his submission, his embarrassment of sucking on Tim's cock and then licking it clean had excited him more than he wanted to admit.  With a deep lunge he ejaculated, spilling his seed into Collette's sex.

    Mark shut his eyes in shame, shaking his head at his lack of stamina.  He pulled his flaccid penis from Collette's sex and backed off the bed.  

    Collette giggled, adding to Mark's embarrassment, "that was quick."

    Mark smiled weakly, his head hung in shame, "sorry."  He didn't know what else to say.

    Still giggling Collette beckoned me closer, "clean me."

   I slipped into bed, inching forward on bent knee to lower my face into Collette's fragrant sex.  Mark's seed mixed with her excitement.  The smell was strong, pungent and sharp.  I sank forward and pushed my tongue into Collette's heated flesh, pulling Mark's sperm into my mouth.  

    I cleaned Collette's pussy, the taste heavy on my tongue, my mouth growing dry.  I smacked my tongue against my lips as I crawled off the bed to once again stand by Collette's side to service her in what ever way she desired.  I smiled at the thought, elated to be serving such a wonderful woman.  She was beautiful and witty, a pleasure to be around.  

    Collette waved her finger asking the next man to approach.  The man approached the bed.  He was tall and very thin, and not more than twenty years old.  He looked more like a boy than a man, his hair thick and blonde, his arms almost frail looking.  He stood at the foot of the bed, as if he was afraid to step closer.  

    "How old are you?" Collette asked.

    His voice was high and light, "nineteen, mistress," he answered meekly.

    "Nineteen," Collette repeated.  Her face lit up with a smile.  "That is very young.  Very nice."

    He was blushing when Collette asked him his name, "Larry, mistress, Larry Lichter.  I work second shift in the galley, restocking the refrigerators and cabinets from the storerooms."  

    Collette was shaking her head slightly.  "Come here, Larry," she directed, patting the bed at her side.  

    Larry stepped forward and following Collette's directives he lowered his body to lay beside her.  She took him in her arms in an almost maternal embrace, holding his thin body in her soft arms.  "You are so cute," Collette whispered in his ears, smiling as his red cheeks flared brighter.  Collette held Larry in her arms as she beckoned the next man closer.    

    The next man walked up to stand anxiously next to Collette.  "What is your name?"

    "Marty, mistress.  Well, Martin, Martin Carniel.  I am a carpenter by trade.  I do repair work on the walls and the cabinetry, etcetera.  It is indeed a pleasure to meet you."  His voice was deeply resonant with a thick accent that I couldn't quite place.  He offered his hand to Collette who shook it firmly.

    "Martin," Collette said sliding her thighs further apart, "why don't you fuck me."

    He smiled at that, "with pleasure, mistress."  He crawled into bed and positioned his naked cock at the apex of Collette's sex.  He groaned in pure delight as he sank his cock deeply into Collette's pussy, his balls resting against her warm skin.  

    "Go slowly, Martin," Collette directed, "I wish to talk with Larry."

    "Yes, mistress," Martin spoke as he began to slowly pull his penis from Collette's sex only to slip it back in with an equally slow pace.  

    "Where are you from Larry?" Collette asked as Martin began the measured stroking of his cock within the silken folds of her sex.

    Larry began to answer, his voice stuttering nervously, "Ma..Maine," he stammered, "Bangor area. You know, where Stephen King lives?"

    Collette smiled at his nervous banter and how he answered the question, "Yes, Larry, I know," then, "how did you come to be on my ship?"

    He looked at her, feeling her arms wrapped about his lithe frame.  "I...I...I," his gray eyes clouded as he pondered her answer, how indeed.  "There was an advertising in the newspaper, The Bangor Daily News, in the back, the classifieds.  There was a picture with the caption reading:  Sail the Nile, Serve.  Those four simple words said so much, especially the last, serve.   I knew that I needed to serve and I hoped that it meant what I had believed it to mean; to serve, to submit."  He paused to catch his breath.

    Martin continued to slowly ease his cock into Collette's pussy and with equally slow motions he slid it from her moistness.  Ever so slowly he fucked Collette.  He wanted to increase his speed, to pound furiously into he came with the soft confines of her sex.  More than that he wanted to watch Collette's slave eat his seed from her pussy, wanted to see his sperm slide down another's throat.  He had enjoyed the scene of it earlier, the sight exciting him more than the sound of Collette's heated arousal.

    Collette continued her questioning, "do you like to submit, Larry?"

    "Yes, mistress," Larry replied casting his eyes down.  

    "Why do you say that?" Collette asked him, watching him with quizzical eyes.

    Larry shifted his head to lock his eyes on her face.  For the first time his answer did not appear as if it was foreign to his tongue, it seemed sincere and flew from his mouth as easy as the wind tousled hair, "because it feels right!" His voice hitched happily.  "I mean I have know for years that I was meant to serve, to obey.  When I was in high school the girls would tell me to do things for them, like 'do my homework' or 'come over and wash my car.'"  He paused to catch his breath.  "I guess it was common knowledge to them that I wouldn't question their requests and as time went on the commands became more numerous.  And not once did I even THINK of disobeying.  I felt accepted and alive.  Does that make sense?"

    Collette groaned a happy, "yes, very much so.  I am very happy to have you here Larry.  And yes," she added, "the serve meant exactly what you hoped."

    "Thank you, mistress," Larry replied his head shifting to rest comfortably at the juncture of her shoulder.  

    Collette turned to me and told me to grab the eight-inch dildo.  I fumbled in the suitcase and handed Collette the requested toy and the lubricant that accompanied it.  Thanking me Collette turned to Larry and handed him the rubber cock, "Larry," she directed, "climb onto the dresser and fuck yourself for me.  I want to watch you while I get fucked."

    "Yes, mistress," Larry replied, climbing of the bed with the artificial phallus in his nervous hands.

    Collette watched as Larry climbed onto the dresser that Amy had masturbated on.  She looked on, moaning throatily as Martin continued his measured pace, slipping into her moist folds at a tantalizing pace.  She watched as Larry squatted, thrusting his knees outward and lowering his body until his ass was available for the large rubber cock that he slowly lubricated.

    He took a deep breath and began rubbing the now slippery phallus against his rectum, lubricating the tight ring of his sphincter.  He shut his eyes and began to ease the cock into his ass.  An involuntary grunt escaped his pursed lips as he inched the dildo into his ass.

    Collette breathed thickly as she watched, moaning when Larry succeeded in sinking the artificial cock fully into his ass.  "Fuck yourself, Larry, fuck yourself for me."  

    "Yes, mistress," he breathed as he began to pull the dildo from his ass.

    Collette turned to Martin, "watch him. When he pulls out, you pull yours, when he thrusts into his ass, you follow suit."  She turned back to Larry, "fuck me, Larry, fuck me with the dildo in your ass."    

    Larry shoved the cock back into his ass and then pulled it back out.  Over and over he repeated the action, pulling the artificial phallus from his tight rectum and then shoving it in.  His actions were fast and I wasn't sure if he wanted to make Collette come quickly or end his humiliation.

    Martin kept his eyes locked on the dildo as it slid in and out of Larry's lubricated ass.  He shoved his cock into Collette's sex with each inward lunge of the artificial phallus within Larry's ass and each time Larry drew the cock from his ass, Martin pulled his cock from Collette.  It was a three way sex scene in the strangest sense of the word.  Collette took pleasure from the hard cock probing her sex and with the view of the young boy fucking himself.

    As Larry continued and Martin matched the pace, Collette came.  She shouted out in pleasure, her voice filling the room with the sounds of her passion.  She threw her head back, eyes shut, and gripped the sheets in a tight grip.  Her legs flailed outward as she came.  Martin ejaculated into Collette, the sounds of Collette coming driving him over the edge.  He grunted in pleasure, spilling his seed.  

   Martin removed his waning cock and climbed off the bed.  His face wore a look of fatigue, his eyes drooping.  He picked up Collette's hand and kissed it gently, "a delight, my lady," he said eloquently, smiling behind his tired eyes.

    Collette tilted her head in acknowledgement and turned to me, "your turn."

    I knew what she meant.  I crawled onto the bed and lowered my face to her sex.  She smelled of spent passion, thick and strong.  I extended my tongue and pressed my lips to her swollen sex.  I licked at her pussy, drawing Martin's spent seed into my mouth.  He tasted heady and pungent, heavy on my tongue.  I lapped at Collette's sex, cleaning their combined juices from Collette and pulling the thick fluid into my mouth.  Once clean I climbed off the bed to return to Collette's side.

    Collette told Larry to pull the dildo from his ass and he did, setting the artificial cock aside.  "That was wonderful, Larry,"  Collette teased him, "thank you for fucking me."

    Larry blushed and whispered, "you're welcome, mistress."

    Collette bade the last of the second group closer.  "What is your name?"

    He stepped forward to stand at the foot of the bed.  "My name is Geoff Townsend, mistress.  I am an electrician.  I work with three other guys maintaining the electrical systems of the ship.  The lighting, the outlets, the appliances.  Right now there isn't much to work on as the ship is so new, but as time goes on I am sure there will be more."  He spoke quickly, as if he was using the words to hide his nervousness.

    Collette listened to him ramble and when he paused to take a breath she laughed slightly, "that's nice.  Geoff why don't you fuck me?"  She asked with such confidence, the strength in her voice carrying through the room.  She was a woman used to getting her way and you could tell by the way she spoke.

    Geoff smiled wanly,  "yes, mistress."  He climbed onto the bed and walked on his knees until he was positioned between Collette's thighs.  With a quick lunge he inserted his erection with the dripping folds of Collette's pussy.  He moaned as the soft flesh caressed his cock, his eyes shutting in rapture.

    The sights and sounds of the last hour had excited Geoff immeasurably and he came almost instantly.  His eyes shut as he groaned, ejaculating deep within Collette's sex.  He eyes sank and he shook his head sadly.  "I'm sorry, mistress.  It's just that you got me so excited."

    She smiled at the deep flush on his cheeks.  "Why, thank you, Geoff," she giggled merrily.  

    Geoff climbed off the bed and I took his place, lowering my face to once again clean Collette's heated pussy.  I lapped at her sex, pulling Geoff's spent seed into my mouth.  The fluid was thick on my tongue and as I sucked his sperm into my mouth it dawned on me that Collette had not directed me to clean her, I knew my job and I had simply bent to my task.  It was my desire to please her and it was her desire for me to clean her.  

    When I had finished cleaning the fluids from Collette I climbed off the bed and with Collette's prompting cleared the room.  The men began to file out, only Larry looking dejected.  Collette noticed his long face, "what's wrong Larry?" she asked.

    "Nothing, mistress," he replied, turning to face her.

    Collette called out, "don't worry, I'm not done with you."

    He left the room, his face now wearing a smile instead of the forlorn look of despair.  

    I shut the door behind Larry and walked back to the bed.  "How are you feeling?" I asked, looking at her beautiful body and slightly parted thighs.

    She smiled, a smile of completion, of a woman at one with the world.  "Wonderful, simply wonderful.  I couldn't ask for a better day.  I am living my fantasy and loving it."  She brought her hands up and rubbed her eyes, "I am a little sleepy, though."

    "The next group is waiting outside the door.  Should I send them away?  Have them come back later?"

    Collette twisted her neck and shut her eyes, "no.  I think I can handle another group."  She smiled seductively, her eyes dancing in the fluorescent light of the room.  "Hand me a drink and then let the next group in."

    I approached the cart that Jacques had delivered hours ago and poured a large glass of orange juice and handed it to mistress Collette.  She took the glass, drinking heavily.  She downed the drink and had me refill the glass before nodding to send me to let the third group in.  

   Three men and two women entered the room, their noisy banter fading as they crossed the threshold.  I didn't know if they were afraid to be too loud in Collette's presence or if their voices faded out of respect.  I figured a little of both.  They stopped to face the bed, looking at the naked form of their mistress as she relaxed with splayed legs on the soft and disheveled sheets.

    The five people held their heads slightly bowed, as if they were in the presence of royalty.  I guess they were, really.  Collette was the queen of the ship, the Queen of the Nile, so to speak and as such she warranted the respect and admiration of the crew.

    Collette greeted the newest batch of crew with a smile, "hello."

    They said "hello" or "hi" or "nice to meet you," in turn.  

    "Strip, please," Collette directed the group and watched as they began removing their clothes.

    The men seemed confident as they began to remove their clothes, two of them pulling their shirts over their heads while the third immediately began to unfasten his pants, dropping them with his underwear in one deft motion.  The two women seemed more nervous, turning their backs on the men as they slowly unbuttoned their white blouses.  The women and men stripped, the men finishing before the women and then they turned to watch the women finish undressing.

    Collette beckoned the two women closer, "you two seem nervous," she smiled, the warmth on her face spreading to the faces of the two women.  

    "Yes, mistress," the woman standing closest to the dresser that Larry had just left admitted.  

    The second woman nodded, "very much so."  She turned to face the leering men.

    "Let me help."  Collette turned to the three men and pointed to the closest two, "kiss you two.  Convince me you enjoy it."  She turned back to the shocked women, "that should help, don't you think?"  Her question did not require an answer.    

    The two women turned to face the shocked men.  They struggled to suppress a giggle as the two men approached each other, exchanging nervous glances at Collette and then back at each other.  They stepped forward and embraced chastely.  The taller one had a budding erection and he stepped back as if shocked when his cock rubbed against the other man's thigh.

    "Like you enjoy it," Collette repeated smiling broadly at the play unfolding before her eyes.

    The two men approached each other again and nervously pressed their lips together.  It started as a chaste kiss, a kiss between a brother and sister as they traversed their teen years.  Like you enjoy it, Collette had said the shorter of the two men thought as he opened his mouth to snake his tongue into his counterparts mouth.

    They kissed, their lips opening and their tongues stabbing like epees in a heated fencing match.  The passion in their kiss escalated as Collette and the two women looked on in interest.  The two women became more relaxed, their naked bodies no longer causing them undue embarrassment.  They stared on, watching with delight as the two men kissed passionately, their tongues darting rapidly between the parted lips of the other.

    Collette looked on, grinning broadly at the passionate display the two men were giving.  When the taller man's cock grew firm Collette laughed and the two men broke their kiss.  "Come here," she said indicating the man with the strong erection pointing skyward.

    He stepped closer, "yes, mistress?" he asked.

    Her voice light and giddy, "did you enjoy that?"

    Be blushed, his cheeks turning a deep red, "yes," he admitted.

    "What is your name and job?" Collette queried.

    He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Joshua Desmond, mistress.  I work in housekeeping, I guess you would call it. I clean the ship daily, sweeping, moping, dusting and general repair work.  Tightening hardware, replacing light bulbs; the day to day things needed to keep a house in repair."

    "Well, Joshua," Collette said, "why don't you come up here and fuck me?"  

    Joshua grinned and slowly climbed onto the bed.  His hands slid up Collette's body, caressing her thighs.  He crawled higher until his erect cock rubbed against the heated opening of Collette's pussy.  He crept higher up the bed and with a solid thrust he pushed his cock into her sex.  He exhaled with a heated groan as Collette's sex gripped his cock tightly, the soft flesh of her pussy clinging to his flesh.

    Collette moaned in delight, his cock filling her excitedly.  She breathed heatedly as Joshua began fucking her with deep, powerful thrusts.  He pistoned his hips rapidly, pulling his erection from Collette's sex before dropping it back with equal quickness.  He tilted his head back as his excitement climbed, his body pausing as he came noisily, spilling his seed inside Collette's pussy.

    "Thank you, Joshua," Collette said as he climbed off the bed.  He crossed the room to stand by the door. Collette looked at him, "get dressed and tell the captain to have the next group meet us on the pool deck in two hours.  Have Jacques prepare a light lunch and have him deliver it in an hour."  She turned to me, "clean me."

   I trailed my hand down Collette's arm, my fingernails lightly caressing her skin.  I ran my hand over the soft swell of her breast, over her pointed nipple and then slid it down her stomach.  I climbed onto the bed and dropped to my stomach, my head buried between Collette's parted thighs.

    The smell of sex assailed my nose as I lowered my tongue to gently part Collette's nether lips.  I slipped between the folds of her sex and lapped at Joshua's spent seed, pulling his sperm into my mouth.  The taste was heavy on my tongue, thick and hot.  I cleaned Collette's pussy, licking the folds of her sex, caressing her pussy with my strong tongue.

    Collette brought her legs together to encase my face, squeezing my head with her powerful thighs as she shouted loudly, an orgasm crashing through her body.  Her moans and shouts echoed in the room and her body bounced on the mattress pulling my trapped head with her.  She came noisily, her hands pulling the sheets from the side of the bed.  She exhaled sharply and parted her thighs, releasing my head.

    "I find that so exciting," she breathed, "you cleaning me like that.  God, it turns me on so much."

    I climbed off the bed and sat on the floor at the head of the bed.  I raised my hand and gripped Collette's soft hand.  My thumb caressed her fingers, playing over them affectionately.  "I love that," I whispered.

    She smiled and then turned to face the two women.  "Come here," she said indicating a cute woman with brown hair cut short.  She had small breasts adorned with very large nipples.  The woman stepped forward and offered her hand in a polite handshake.  Collette pulled her hand from mine and took her hand.  

    "Kristine Venalla, mistress," she said introducing herself.  "I am the navigator.  I chart the ships course and make sure we don't run aground.  Since we have left the Nile I was able to come down from the bridge deck.  When we are in navigation detail I am on the bridge."

    "A lofty position," Collette said sounding impressed.

    "Yes, ma'am.  I am forth in command on the ship, behind the captain and the executive officer.  And you, of course."

    Collette laughed, a rich sound of happiness, "of course." 

   Kristine blushed, her face turning crimson.  "Sorry," she squeaked.

    Still chuckling softly Collette said, "don't be sorry.  I just found your candor amusing, that's all."  Collette turned her head on the pillow, "so tell me, Kristine, have you ever eaten pussy?"

    Kristine dropped her head embarrassed, "yes, mistress."

    Collette laughed louder, "that was a tad brief.  Your fist answer was quite thorough, and this one a simple, 'yes, mistress.'  Why don't you elaborate."

    Kristine looked around the room, turning to face me then the young woman next to her and finally the two men still n the room, Joshua having left to have Jacques prepare lunch and to make the arrangements for the next group to meet on the pool deck.  She returned her gaze to Collette, her face scarlet, "it was three years ago in college...."

    "Climb up her and show me, describing what you did and then doing it again."

    Kristine inched forward and slipped onto the bed.  "I began with her feet," Kristine admitted.  She shifted positions until she was sitting between Collette's legs.  She picked up Collette's left foot, holding it gently in her small hands.  "I licked her foot," she continued.  

    Kristine extended her pink tongue and began to lick Collette's foot.  She started at the heel, trailing her tongue upwards along the gentle arch.  "I licked each of her toes," Kristine explained, "and then pushed my tongue between each of the small toes."

    Kristine ran her tongue between each of Collette's toes.  She pulled her mouth along Collette's foot, sucking each of Collette's toes into her warm mouth.  Collette was moaning in delight as Kristine continued to pull the small digits into her mouth.  Kristine lowered Collette's left foot to the bed and picked up her right.  She repeated the tongue bath on Collette's other foot, sucking each toe individually, licking the heel and arch, ending at her ankle.

    "Then I licked her legs, up one and down the other."

    "Yesssss," Collette breathed heatedly.

    Kristine began to tongue Collette's legs as she had described.  She pulled her tongue along Collette's calf, sliding it higher until she reached her knee.  She licked Collette's knee and trailed her tongue behind Collette's knee.  She continued higher, licking Collette's thigh.  Raising her head she shifted and began a return path down her other leg.  

    Kristine licked down Collette's left leg, once again ending at the foot.  She licked each toe again before shifting her body to kneel on the bed between Collette's thighs.  "When I finished licking her legs, I planted my face in her sex with my tongue extended."

    Kristine fell forward until she was lying on her stomach, her face inches from Collette's pussy.  "As I had never done it before I followed my roommates suggestion and held my tongue extended.  She had directed me to hold my tongue out and put it in her pussy.  When I did she bucked her hips, moving her body against my face.  I remember feeling a little used, like a lifeless toy instead of a person."

    "God," Collette hissed. 

    Kristine held her tongue firm and pressed it into Collette's pussy.  She held her head firm and waited for Collette to pleasure herself with her tongue serving as the means of that pleasure.

    Collette began bucking her hips against Kristine's face.  She raised her pussy higher, sliding her wet sex along Kristine's face.  Collette shook her hips and rode Kristine's tongue like a cock, sliding her sex along Kristine's extended tongue.  Collette's body rode Kristine's face; her breathing escalating as her pleasure climbed.  She hips bounced off the mattress as she pleasured herself.  Her passion crested as she came, shouting loudly into the room.  

    Collette lowered her soft ass to the bed and raised herself up onto her elbows.  "Thank you, Kristine.  That was great.  Just curious, what happened with your roommate after she came?"

    Kristine chuckled, "actually, she didn't come."  Her chuckling escalated into laughter, "it's kinda funny, there was a knocking at the door and we had to stop when her boyfriend showed up to take her out.  She had forgotten all about the date with her boyfriend with what we were doing."

    "Did you ever pick up where you left off?" Collette queried.

    "No, mistress.  That was a one time thing that never finished up."

    Collette turned to the other woman, "what about you?"  Kristine realized she was finished and slowly backed off the bed.

    "My name is Marcia Grady."

    The room laughed.

    "I know, I know, I have heard them all," she continued with a soft giggle, "I work in housekeeping.  Cleaning staterooms and the hallways, etcetera."

    "What I meant was have you ever eaten pussy?"

    "No," she shook her head softly.

     Collette lowered herself onto her back, "well then, I think it is time to learn."

   Marcia was blushing as she climbed onto the bed. She lowered herself onto her stomach and tentatively extended her tongue.  She swiped Collette's sex gingerly, a soft almost imperceptible stroke.   She gently caressed Collette's pussy with her probing tongue, sliding her tongue over the softly shaved folds of her sex.

    Growing confident Marcia began to press her tongue with stronger strokes, massaging Collette's pussy with powerful swipes.  She ran her tongue in  a random, jerky motion, caressing Collette's heated sex.  She swallowed and then exhaled a hot blast of air on the wet flesh that caused Collette to scream loudly in delight.

    Marcia moaned and shifted higher, sliding her hands underneath Collette's body.  She raised Collette up slightly and planted her mouth firmly against Collette's pussy.  She began to jackhammer her jaw, massaging Collette's cunt with reckless abandon.  Collette's feet rested on Marcia's back; her thighs pressing on her shoulder.  Marcia shoved her tongue deep inside Collette's pussy and slowly pulled it out.  She repeated this over and over, shoving it in, pausing, and then easing it back out.  

    Marcia's head spun in wild circles, her tongue planted deep within the silken folds of Collette's pussy.  Collette was moaning loudly, her voice dripping with passion as her arousal climbed.  Her nipples were hard tips of pleasure and she slowly tweaked the extended nubs, massaging her breasts as Marcia continued bringing her ever closer to the precipice of orgasm.

    Marcia shoved her head forward and with her tongue probing the dark cavern of Collette's pussy Collette pulled her legs upward until she was pushing Marcia's head against her sex.  Collette came loudly, the room filling with the enticing sounds of her pleasure.  Collette pulled her fingers from her breasts to grip Marcia's head, holding her face tight against her pussy.  

    "Wonderful, Marcia," Collette breathed heavily, relaxing her grip on Marcia's head.  "Simply wonderful."

    "Thank you, mistress," Marcia beamed, happy to have pleased Collette.

    Collette looked at the two men, the one that had kissed Joshua and the one who had been standing silently throughout as the scene unfolded before his eyes.  "What is your name?" Collette asked the man that had been involved in the passionate kiss with Joshua.

    He stepped forward, his voice a thick southern drawl, "Richard, ma'am.  Richard Townsend.  I work in the engine room.  I fix things like pumps and valves, repacking stems and valve bodies.  I'm good with my hands."

    The last piqued Collette's interest, "you are, huh?"

    "Yes, ma'am."

    "Then why don't you come up here and show me.  Make me come with just your hands."

     Richard climbed onto the bed and sat Indian-style between Collette's thighs.  He cupped his hand and pressed his palm against the wet flesh of Collette's pussy.  He began rubbing his hand in rapid, counter-clockwise circles, his hand massaging Collette's sex with rapid movements.

    "Ooh, yes," Collette breathed excitedly, her breasts heaving.  

    Richard kept his hand oscillating rapidly, his palm pressing against the folds of Collette's pussy.  Slowly he brought his hand to a halt and then gingerly inserted his middle finger into Collette's sex.  He began rotating his wrist, massaging deep within Collette's pussy with his finger.  His face was a mask of concentration, he was intently working on bringing Collette to a screaming climax.

    Richard began rocking his hand back and forth with his finger still probing the depths of Collette's sex.  He bent his finger as he rotated his hand, massaging the softness of Collette's pussy from within.  He brought his free hand up and began to lightly tease Collette's clit, rubbing his fingers against the hard nub with feather-soft strokes.  His left hand teased her clit, his right massaged the softness of her sex.  

    With his fingers pleasuring her sex, Collette was moaning in bliss, her hands digging into the sheets of the bed.  She began twisting her hips as her pleasure climbed higher towards the precipice of orgasm.  She screamed loudly, her head tilted back, her voice hitching excited gasps as her throat bobbed.  

    Collette screamed loudly, shouting into the room as she came.  Her legs kicked out and she hit Richard in the stomach with her heel.  Richard looked surprised as he grabbed his stomach.  He was uninjured, more surprised than hurt.  Collette was breathing heavily and her breasts rose and fell with each panting gasp of excitement.

    "Are you okay?" Collette asked between breaths.

    "Yes, mistress," he smiled.

    "That was wonderful.  You are good with your hands."

    Richard blushed, "thank you, mistress."

    Collette smiled.  She turned to the final man, "what is your name?"

    Richard climbed off the bed and stood next to Kristine.  The final man from the group stepped forward and raised Collette's tender hand to his lips.  He kissed her knuckles and bowed his head gently, "my name is Marcus Pena, mistress," he replied, his accent thick.  "I work in the kitchen with Jacques, I help with all the meals, but I am the main chef with the Spanish Cuisine."

    "Yummy," Collette said, "I didn't know how hungry I was until you mentioned food."  Collette turned to me, "Jacques will be here with lunch shortly, correct?"

    "Yes," I answered with a slight nod. I searched my thoughts, "Joshua left to make sure of it, you had asked for a light lunch."

    "Good, I am famished,"  she turned back to Marcus, "Marcus, I want a massage, please give me one."

    "Yes, mistress," he said, watching as Collette rolled over onto her stomach.

   He climbed onto the bed and straddled my thighs.  His semi-erect cock slip across the soft cheeks of Collette's ass, like a pen rubbing against a sheet of paper.  Marcus turned to face me, "do you have any baby oil in your bag of tricks?" he asked with a nod toward my suitcase.

    "Yes," I said as I dug through the bag to retrieve the bottle of baby oil.  I handed the bottle of clear liquid to Marcus and uttered a simple, "you're welcome," when he thanked me.

    Marcus popped open the pink top with a soft "pop" and aimed the bottle at Collette's back.  He squirted a healthy dollop of the cool liquid onto Collette's heated body, spinning his arms in big circles.  He capped the bottle and then lowered his hand to caress Collette's back.  He slowly smoothed the liquid into a fine sheen on Collette's naked back, his hands sliding easily over the smooth skin.  

    Collette moaned in delight as Marcus began to massage her shoulder, working the baby oil into her skin.  His fingers kneaded her shoulders, digging into her shoulder blades, his thumbs pushing into her flesh.  Collette groaned and grunted under his ministrations, Marcus working the muscles of Collette's back with his hands.

    Marcus slid his hands down Collette's back, rocking from side to side as he slid his body down her legs.  He straddled her calves and picked up the bottle of baby oil again.  He squirted some of the oil onto the soft globes of Collette's ass.  He capped the bottle and set it aside.  Dropping his hands he began to spread the oil over Collette's shapely butt.

    Marcus proceeded to massage Collette's ass, kneading the soft flesh.  He worked on her thighs as well, kneading the tension out of them.  As he manipulated Collette's flesh she would moan in happiness, savoring the feeling of the oil as it warmed to her skin and the pleasure of Marcus' probing hands.

    Marcus shifted again and lowered his body until he was sitting on his calves at the foot of the bed.  His oily hands drifted down Collette's thighs, slipping along the back of her knees to her calves.  He gripped her calves, his hands digging into her legs, working out the tension that resided in the muscles of her legs.  Collette moaned again and when Marcus asked her to  roll over to "do your front," Collette spun until she was lying on her back.

   Using the oil, Marcus sprayed a line of fluid up Collette's legs from her ankles to her thighs. His strong hands slid up her legs, spreading the oil and massaging the underlying muscles.  He ran his hands in opposite direction, his left pushing her skin inwards and his right pushing outwards.  He massaged higher, working his way up from her ankles, to her knees and higher to her thighs.  

    Marcus slid up her legs, the oil coating his thighs and ass.  He skipped past her sex, his slick hands running along her stomach to her breasts.  He massaged the ample flesh of her breasts, his hands running under them and up towards her shoulders.  Her breasts shifted under his ministrations, falling over his hands.  Marcus rubbed his hands along the sides of Collette's breasts before bringing them up between the twin mounds.

    His oily hands slid up to Collette's neck, each sliding in opposite directions.  He massaged her shoulders from the top, his hands slipping easily over her heated skin.  Collette was moaning in happiness throughout the massage, savoring the feel of Marcus' strong hands as they slid over her body.  When Marcus finished Collette breathed behind shut eyes, "wonderful.  Thank you, Marcus."

    He realized the dismissal, climbing off the bed, "you are welcome, mistress."

    Collette smiled at the four people that stood around the bed.  "It is a pleasure to have you aboard.  Thank you for being here."  She was nodding as she spoke.

    They each thanked her in turn before leaving the room.  Collette turned to me and asked me to see if lunch was ready.  I picked up the phone and a soft voice answered, "hello."  I could hear her smile on the other end of the phone, "what extension would you like."

    "Hi, I need to speak to Jacques in the galley, please."

    "Of course, sir."

    The phone rang and a thick French accent answered, "oui?"

    "Jacques, mistress Collette is ready for lunch now.  Is it ready?"

    "Oui, monsieur.  I will have it there in a moment."  

    His accent was thick and I had a little trouble understanding the last word, but his intention was clear.  "Thank you, Jacques.  See you shortly."  I hung up and turned to Collette, "lunch will be here shortly."

    "Great," Collette purred, "I am famished."

    Jacques delivered a lobster pâté with butter crackers.  On a separate plate he had arranged a helping of fresh fruits; grapes, orange slices, and fresh pineapple chunks.  I thanked him for the food and pulled the cart to the side of the bed.  I sat across from Collette and we began to eat.

    Collette purred as she savored the pâté, spreading the thick paste on the crackers. The lunch was filling and flavorful.  We ate quickly, enjoying the comfortable silence that nestled between us.  When we finished I asked, "ready for the next round."

    "Hmmm," she moaned.  It was an erotic sound. 

    "I take that as a yes," I smiled.  

    "Definitely."

     I took her hand and together we walked from the bedroom towards the awaiting group on the pool deck.

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