My Voyage of Submission Ch. 08

I looked around and saw that other women had whipped cream and were creaming the cocks of dancers at their tables. Belle was the first one who tried it, finding a tall, muscled, well endowed man. When erect, his cock had to be close to ten inches long and thicker than Pony Boys if I recollected properly.

She handed him three notes, pulled his g-string to his knees, sprayed the top half of his cock with whipped cream and went to town. She really had to stretch her mouth around his prick it was so impressive. She gave it a couple minutes, then said, "I want him."

Oliva dickered with him for a few minutes, making sure he knew Art was going with Belle to ensure she wasn't hurt. When she passed him the money, Oliva promised him a substantial tip if he was sufficiently pleasing.

"One down, three to go," Oliva said. "Hurry up and make up your minds. I have an itch that just won't quit."

Francesca picked out a movie star handsome, dark haired, bronzed beauty whose cock might even be thicker than Belle's stud. After slurping whipped cream off his shaft for a couple minutes, she told Oliva to buy his services. More negotiating, and Supergirl got led away to whatever rooms they used for sex, Jake going with them.

Oliva's choice came back and she was feeling him up and feeding him notes to keep him interested while I made up my mind. Finally, I found one I wanted; ruggedly handsome, looked strong as an ox, putting on a spectacular show. I waved him over, gave him some bills and coated his cock with cream, licking it all off, taking all of him down my throat. His prick wasn't as impressive as the first two, but his ball sack was huge and heavy. I fondled them as I sucked and it felt loaded with creamy goodness.

"Make the deal," I told Oliva. I grabbed some more notes for a tip as I continued to suck his cock while she negotiated and I think it got his price to go lower than expected. He was hard as a rock when she handed him his money. I jumped up in his arms as soon as he had it and sank over his prick. He walked away with his prick inside me and I waved to all the cheering girls as he pumped me up and down, taking me to the room, Edgar trailing along behind, leaving Ethan for Oliva and her paramour.

In the room, Edgar took a seat in the corner. My stud finished fucking me standing up which I thought impressive as I wasn't exactly tiny. Sure enough, when he climaxed, he pumped me so full of sperm it was squirting out around us and running down his cock. My legs were wrapped around his waist. When I felt his pulsing end, I lowered myself to the ground and sucked him until he was hard again.

"Maravilloso," he said.

"Como se llama?" I asked, one of the few Spanish phrases I was familiar with.

"Tito."

"I'm Beth," I said. "Do you speak any ingles."

"Un poco, a little."

"Tito, I've never been with a professional before. I was wondering if you could show me something I've never seen before. New and different fucking; you understand?"

"Si, I understand."

"Show me what you got, stud."

"The other man, he join in."

"Protection duty only. No fucking. My safety."

Tito shrugged. Probably just as well Tito didn't know Edgar was British. The Falkland Island War had been before both of them were born, but the Argentines still remembered.

Tito began by picking me up and turning me upside down, planting his mouth against my cunt and waiting for me to envelop his prick again. Being in a vertical sixty-nine, upside down was a new spin and Tito had skills as a rug muncher. The blood rushing to my head might have helped wind me up. He gave me a few more orgasms, before we finally got to the bed for the first time. Only my head and shoulders were touching the bed, however, as he stood over my hips and did this pile driver kind of thing, fucking me from above. Not the most comfortable of positions, but different. He orgasmed again. I sucked his cock and was gratified to see him respond well to my oral attentions.

Next, Tito folded me almost in two, my ankles up near my ears and split me apart that way. I'd been fucked this way before, but Tito was a lot slower than the average. He'd cum twice, was in no hurry to cum again and slowly, like glacially slow, fucked in and out, taking a couple minutes for each stroke, leaning on his arms the whole time. This was a winner. I was cumming often around his fat prick and his balls were rolling over my back door like fuzzy bean bags. He lasted for thirty minutes and I enjoyed every second, despite being doubled up. He squirted another load into my sodden cunt, then licked up all the cum seeping from my pussy, mine and his.

"Can you fuck again?" I asked, finally allowed to straighten up and stretch. "I want more."

"Unos minutos," he replied. "Maybe treinta."

Thirty. I could live with thirty. I lay down beside him and started fondling his meat and potatoes.

"You like to fuck, señorita?"

"I love to fuck. Were you born in Buenos Aires?"

"Bahia Blanca, about 500 kilometers that direction." He pointed.

White Bay, I think. "What direction is that, Edgar?"

"Southwest pretty close."

"How old are you, Tito?

"Veinticuatro."

Twenty-four, my age almost. "Do you like working here?"

"It's good for fucking lots of different mujers. The dinero is okay."

"Do you have any other skills but fucking?"

"Vaquero, what you Yanquis say, cowboy. This is more fun than herding vacas."

"I enjoyed your act. Very creative." Come to think of it, he'd looked dressed kind of like a cowboy when he had clothes on.

"Gracias."

I could feel his equipment stirring. I bent down and sucked his cock to speed it along.

"You are very good at pata chupando, sucking cocks, señorita."

"One of my talents," I replied. "Most men enjoy it."

It took a little work, and he wasn't as hard as the first time I fucked him, but he was hard enough. I decided on an old standby this time. I had him lie down and mounted him. I could go just as slowly as he did. I leaned down over him so he could suckle my nipples. He took a hand and began thumbing my clit, rubbing not too hard, nor too light, just right. I began popping off again, cumming frequently.

"When you cum this time, Tito, I want you to cum on my face."

"Que?"

"Orgasmo, face." I waved my hand over my face.

He looked at Edgar. "Señor?"

"Whatever she wants, Tito. She's paying. She's the boss," Edgar said.

"Si. I'll do it."

He looked confused. So did Edgar for that matter. We had a nice leisurely screw. I wanted to build up some of his sperm again since I'd drained him three times already. I enjoyed several more, very pleasant orgasms. I felt Tito might be able to keep up this pace all night, so I eventually fucked him faster, sliding up and down his pocket rocket at a much quicker pace. I soon detected the signs of his impending orgasm and hoped for a big one. I dismounted and urged him to stand and plaster me, tugging on his cock to keep him going. He helped.

He started grunting, low, guttural sounds from deep in his chest, stroking himself faster. I put my face directly in front of his expanding prick and closed my eyes. Within ten seconds, I felt a hot, fat, splat against my cheek which started dripping down, then a second, and a third, accompanied by shuddering moans. A fourth, splattering on my lips, a fifth against my right eye, a sixth against my chin, losing pressure and force. I opened my mouth and surrounded the tip of his cock as he dripped the last couple spurts onto my tongue. When his orgasm was expended, I wiped the cum off my face with my fingers, feeding it to myself. I would have to wipe my eye before I opened it though.

"A towel, please."

Tito handed me a towel and I wiped the rest of it off. I blinked a couple times to make sure my eyes wouldn't sting, then handed the towel back.

"Gracias, Tito. I enjoyed it very much." I handed him another wad of 1000 peso notes.

"De nada, señorita. I did too."

I looked at my watch. 0354. "I think we need to round up everyone and head on out. The boys they are fucking are supermen if they're still fucking."

"Hey, Tito here has been fucking Wonder Woman. I'm sure it put some wood into his pecker. If you ask me, it was a damn good costume for you."

"Why thank you, Edgar. That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

He smiled and put his wrist up to his mouth. "Wrap it up guys, Wonder Woman is ready to fly the coop. One last orgasm and we're going."

He listened a little, then said, "You're the last one. All those other boys ran out of juice a half hour ago. Tito was a good choice."

"We just took our time and enjoyed the moment. He went along nicely." I kissed him on the cheek. "Best sex I ever paid for."

We met back at our table and drifted out together, a little the worse for wear, walking a little wobbly perhaps, a little bowlegged maybe. Four well fucked women with smiles on our faces.

"Did everyone have a good time then?" Ethan asked.

"Damn straight," Belle said. "Mistress, did I have permission to cum, because if I didn't, well, my ass is going to be sore for a long time."

"Wait a minute. Did any of us get permission to cum?" I asked. "Did Master say?"

"I got permission to cum," Oliva said. "I asked for permission."

"Master wouldn't send us to a brothel without giving us permission to cum, would he?" Francesca asked.

"How many times did you cum, Beth?"

"I lost count at twenty. Fuck! I can't remember talking about it."

Edgar said, "I counted twenty-seven. Not bad for about four hours work."

"You counted my orgasms?"

"What else did I have to do. The door was locked. Just twiddle me thumbs and watch you cum."

"How many times did Belle cum, Art?" Ethan asked.

"On that big cock; I counted thirty for sure. Course, some of them looked like multiples, all kind of running together, but thirty sounds about right."

"Jake? How'd Supergirl do?"

"Supergirl was pretty super. I counted thirty-one. Whoo whee, did that boy ever have a thick prick. First time it went in, I thought he'd split her in two. Supergirl was climaxing before he was halfway in."

"Let me tell you boys something, though. I think Wonder Woman would have beat them all, but her last two fucks were nice and slow so Tito would last a long time. That's why he was still pumping when yours were dead meat," Edgar said.

"How about Oliva, Ethan? How many times did she cum?" Art asked.

"She orgasmed plenty," Ethan said, "but I didn't keep track. She had permission to cum."

Oh, fuck! We were so screwed.

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Because Edgar was driving, I couldn't suck his cock in the car. He told me I could suck his dick tomorrow and take a little time doing it. The other three got their ashes hauled by the woman whom they guarded. It was close to five before we got back to the ship. Master and Herman were waiting for us.

"Did you have a good time, girls?" Master asked.

"I'm too tired to talk now, Master. Ask your spy. He can give you all the details including the number of times I orgasmed. I'm sorry I didn't ask for permission. I need to sleep."

"Here's your baby oil. You need to get the paint off before you go to bed, and no more cumming. Is that clear?"

I took the big bottle and said, "Yes, sir. No more cumming. Got it."

We marched back to Master's head and jammed all three of us into the shower. The paint didn't come off easily and it took even longer to get it off because we couldn't cum, which meant we couldn't scrub the sensitive areas, which meant waiting, which meant, you get the idea. Master was in bed, either asleep or pretending to be when we got into bed, totally exhausted.

I kissed each of my sister slaves good night, turned over and dropped into a coma.

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