Waiting Ch. 05

This is the final chapter of Waiting, but Miss Ginny loves sex and she loves her job, so let's finish this stage of her life...

Mr. Cloister was a joy to engage with. He was in his late 60's, so he was raised to treat women with great respect, but he did not expect me to enjoy my womanly duty. He remained constantly aware of my comfort while he used me, but he expended no effort in trying to make or help me to enjoy a cum.

I am from the new school myself, meaning; If a woman wants an orgasm she should go after it. Unless the man is a paying customer, I will give directions and I will make demands. That is how a woman can get what she needs.

"I'm going to need you every day, girlfriend. At least until I fall in love with someone else." Mr. Cloister gave me repeat business.

He only took 20 minutes so it was easy to say yes and set up a time for tomorrow.

When I eventually got to room 17, I knocked then turned the handle, as instructed.

"Housekeeping,"

I was joking but I tried to say it like I was a real maid.

The man came out of the other room, presumably a washroom. He wore a towel around a trim waist, and nothing else.

"What happened to Mr. Cloister?" The man asked.

"I really can not comment on that, sir." I revealed nothing about my clients.

He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into his arms and into the room. The door swung closed automatically behind me.

"I am going to call you Bo Peep," he explained and I knew that he wanted me to create a name for him, just by the way he looked at me.

Wolf was out of the question...

"You will be Ares," I responded. Thinking he had a Mediterranean complexion and knowing that Ares was the god of love and bloodlust, he might enjoy that moniker.

"My goodness. You must be a university student," he incorrectly guessed.

"Just a simple sheep herder, my Lord Eras."

I embraced my 'Bo Peep' character.

"Good sir, may I prepare your private parts for enjoyment." I bowed a little since a curtsey was nearly impossible in these high pumps which didn't fit quite right.

"Please, get out of those silly shoes, and everything else," my master insisted.

Feeling artistic, I first pulled the black panties to the floor and stood back up to reveal myself, then slipped both shoes to the floor next to them.

At this point I often go right for the suck. It is my best tool and, according to GQ magazine, most men don't get enough head. This time I let the God Eras take me by the hand and lead me to his bed. He left the frills in place but he pushed me, face down on the large cabin berth.

When I went to turn over he instructed me gruffly.

"No, stay on your stomach and spread your arms and legs as far apart as you can, without lifting off of the mattress." He insisted.

I knew that this would give him a crazy view into my vagina. I hesitated for just a few seconds, but eventually I complied.

"Now reach back and spread your ass cheeks with your hands."

Holy Fuck. I was going to have my first paid anal. To this point I had steadfastly resisted it. Most of my clients were older and conservative. They usually didn't even put a finger in there.

My personal god of bloodlust crawled onto the foot of the bed and spent a great deal of time licking and stroking my labia and clit, often going deep enough to bury his nose in my butt cheeks. His tongue started to do a job on me. So good that I had to pay attention to it.

This particular love god believed in giving before he took, but when it came time for the taking, he did take me hard. As I recovered from my glorious O, he positioned me on my back and buried his uncovered cock in my gaping puss.

I pulled a condom from a hidden pocket on my garter.

He pulled back and allowed me to roll it onto his stiff pole. Then I reached around to grab his balls with one hand and his hard six incher with the other, pulling him into my cooch until all I could hold was his balls. He stayed that way, buried balls deep, until I released him.

"Please, fuck me, my Lord." I cried.

He hammered me, with hard strokes for at least ten minutes before I could achieve another orgasm. Too many people were watching and I was still nervous about something slipping into a hole that I did not want to use.

After the quick fuck, the client had me bring him back with my mouth and hands, then I got to mount him. This time he lasted much longer. I rode him for at least twenty minutes while he squeezed my ladies, then he did me on all four, slamming into my muffin over and over and over.

By the time I got back to serving, I was swollen and red. I had re-dressed by putting my panties back on but there was no hiding my swollen labia. It stuck out like a sore cunt.

It's funny how a subtle thing can affect a man. Where they used to look at my nipples first, then down my body to my panties, but then their eyes always come back up to those fine nipples. Now, they stay down on the camel toe, where they can see a swollen vagina lip from one side of the thong or the other, and there wasn't a thing that I could do about it.

I remembered my coworker, Gloria. She was a bit older and often wore a see through scarf over her chest. It didn't hide her tits, it merely gave the tits a little bit of a lift. She always stood so tall and proud, even though she clearly showed a well pronounced camel toe. Men gave her cunt a close look as she walked by their chairs.

"Excuse me Miss. Are you available on a contract?"

I turned to look at my questioner. He was not in uniform, wearing only a pair of bermuda shorts. He wasn't even 30, with a scattering of dark hair on his chest, matching his head.

"I am available by contract. If you could give up a few details, I'm sure that we can set something up.

"I've got a few guys from my college basketball team as a guest of Mr. Khan. The Purser has our platinum cards on file so we could just authorize a transfer."

The guy looked so innocent and young.

"How many, and for how long?" I asked.

"Six of us and we would love to have you while we watch the entire basketball game tonight. Maybe 4-5 hours?

"Two Thousand each. No discount if you hurt yourself or you can't continue."

"Done. Suite 3 on the pool deck. Ten o'clock," he stated flatly.

I finally had another contract. A chance to make a pile and perhaps I could sleep with one of these rugged young men one of the nights that I might actually want to sleep!

I served for a few hours, then I noticed the time and decided that I had better have a bite to eat before the orgy.

I didn't want to sit at a formal table, so I went and asked Mr. Ardent for help.

"Boss, I have a late night contract with some basketball guys, but I need to eat something, not too heavy..."

"Please explain this contract, Miss Ginny," the Chief had a stern look on his face.

"Well," I started, "there will be 6 of them and they get to take turns with me, at both ends and at the same time. They have opted to go for 4-5 hours, but I doubt that anyone will be screwing by the time the game ends."

"And how did they propose to pay? Mr. Ardent was not looking any happier.

"They said that they would instruct the Purser to transfer the money to my account."

Chief Stewart thought about my contract for a moment.

"I'm hungry too, dear. Let's step into the galley and see what Luke has that is hot."

I walked with Mr. Ardent, thinking he wasn't such a snob after all. He certainly knew his way around the super yacht. We didn't have far to go before we stood before a heavy man with a chef's hat and a spotless white apron. I couldn't help but wonder how such a big man could stay so clean in a kitchen on a boat, but he did direct us to some wonderful finger snacks made with lobster and tuna.

I felt a crumb as it landed on my left breast. I probably wouldn't have noticed, if the Chef hadn't looked. His tongue darted out and I wondered if he wanted to suckle me or eat a sandwich.

My feet were killing me. The biggest shoes that I could borrow were too small, but I had to stand as a waitress until my appointment with the athletes.

"You two sailors do realize that Mr. Khan pays me 500 dollars for every crew member, right?"

"Of course we do, Miss Ginny. I'm the one, to whom you will give a list every morning." Mr. Ardent replied.

"That's right, sir. So here's the thing."

I relayed my problem to the officers. My feet hurt, and I couldn't get off of my feet unless I'm fulfilling the other job that I have on The Floozy, specifically, sex.

The Baker shared a room with 2 other staff members, so the Chief Steward's office became our destination. The kitchen guy - Luke, left his funny hat and apron in the galley.

Mr. Ardent closed his office door behind himself, which crowded the berth to an extreme level. He folded a table out of the wall and halfway to the floor, then pulled thick pads from cabinets to make a narrow bed. I couldn't help but wonder how he got a good night's sleep, it had to be five feet long, and he was five ten at least.

The baker was wearing a white linen uniform pants with a drawstring. Without pulling on the string he pulled his slacks to his ankles and pulled his manly equipment into the light of the small room. His belly covered half of his pickle, with about 4 inches sticking out past his hairy gut.

I kicked off my heels and found instant relief. Almost enough to want to suck the fat fuck's dick, but the extra 5 Benjamins was going through my mind too. I felt Mr. Ardent pull my panties to my ankles.

"Where do you hide the prophylactics, Dear?" He whispered in my ear while gently massaging my left nipple.

I pulled two out of their pockets and realized that I would need more for the party.

"Can I get more of these?" I asked my personal Steward.

Mr. Ardent took one from me while I used my hands to start the other one rolling onto the Baker's long schlong.

"Mr. Khan runs these cruises 3 or 4 times a year, so we keep a healthy supply on hand." Mr. Ardent informed me.

As I turned my head to help Luke into his rubber, Mr. Ardent was giving me a full inspection with his fingers. I decided to just use my own fingers, instead of doing my hooker trick to finish the unfurling of the rubber on his cock.

I still had to turn my head sideways to get a full stroke past his fat stomach.

When I felt my pussy being filled I pushed myself forward to engulf the pole in front of me, swirling my tongue stud as I sucked and gulped. The forward movement also served as the out stroke for the cock behind me. Then I pushed back, to impale one man while releasing the other. I continued this pattern until, first Luke and then Mr. Ardent released their jizz deep inside of me.

"Fuck!" they cried in unison. All three of us had sweat running down our faces.

After the deed was done, Mr. Ardent produced a fat blunt. He flicked on an exhaust fan with one hand, while grabbing a lighter in the other.

Luke shook his head and left the Steward's Office before the weed was lit, but I stayed to help my new best friend.

"You know those boys are up to no good," the Chief Steward offered between puffs.

When it was nearing ten o'clock he insisted on walking me to my next appointment.

The same young man opened the door, wearing his school basketball uniform.

"Oh yeah," he cheered. "Very prompt, Miss Ginny."

He stepped to one side to let me in, and that is when he noticed my uniformed escort.

"Gentlemen, since Mr. Khan is already paying for the entertainment, I'd like to know what the extra money is for?"

"Extra? What do you mean?" the little liar started to bail on his offer.

That is when the door opened wider and we could all see the bed in the middle of the room with handcuffs and buckles.

It looked like the entire team was in the room, all in uniform.

"Hmm, it seems that you may have misrepresented your intentions," the Chief Steward remarked with an authoritative voice.

The lad instantly looked more innocent, if that was possible.

"I said it was the basketball team, but a few more showed up than we had originally expected."

"The original contract was 4k to satisfy 6 cocks," I argued, "There must be a dozen here! The new deal will be 10 thousand dollars, and Mr. Ardent comes back for me in exactly five hours."

They discussed the terms among themselves, and the ones with better resources added some dough to their mission.

"I expect you lads will keep her comfortable, and give her a few minutes to recover, every hour or so," my friend added before the door finally closed.

The next five hours went by like a dream. I took cocks and made them explode with passion. The bed became a pool so we switched to the washroom, moving between the shower and the toilet I sucked and fucked, bringing orgasms to both myself and a dozen energetic and young, athletes. In fact, they were two years younger than me!

The game finished, but the fucking continued until Mr. Ardent knocked on the cabin door.

"Wow!" The Chief Steward proclaimed when he saw my decadent condition. "Is that all cum?"

I lifted my head from where they had been fucking my mouth, and examined the pool of thick white sludge, draining off of my belly in rivulettes.

"That includes my own jizz," I explained.

Based on the pool below my head, I figured there must be more cum in my hair and across my face.

Mr. Ardent took me to their shower and helped me to use soap and water to clean myself up. Two of the boys brought my outfit into the bathroom so I didn't have to leave naked.

I carried my heels when I left, but my friend had a better idea.

"Which one of these beds can Miss Ginny sleep in without being molested for the next, oh... let's say 10 hours?"

There were some low grumbles from the room, but I did get a cot to sleep in for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon. When I finally awoke, I was shocked to see that I had been off duty for far too long. I put my shoes on and carefully but swiftly hurried for the main dining room.

When I limped into the room, Spencer Khan was just about to speak into a microphone.

"Tonight we are just finishing the first leg of our cruise, but some of our ladies will be leaving us, while others will be joining us."

I knew that Trixi and Hunter were leaving at the same time as me, and I could see three obvious hookers, just off stage.

Mister Ardent, approached me in the company of the Purser.

"Miss. Ginny, we need to discuss money," the Purser started.

He had a detailed account, starting with my original 30 thousand dollars.

After adding in the bonus money from the basketball party I had 97,500 to add. It was such a large sum that I had to wonder if my friend had cheated his boss, but he had a story for me.

"While you were getting a bonus of 10 thousand dollars for that BDSM party, I went inside the suite and pulled out all of the garbage bags. Inside, I found 55 used condoms. So, the party was really worth sixty five thousand dollars!"

I wondered about the dozen or so that got flushed when they were spitroasting me in the bathroom.

"The final amount transferred came to U. S. $127,500." The Purser's departure report was issued and signed.

At that point, the Baker came shuffling over.

"Did you ask her?!! He excitedly asked.

"Not yet, Luke. We had to take care of business first, so she would be able to make up her own mind." Mr. Ardent explained his sloth, before returning his attention to me.

"Miss Ginny, we would like to open a high end restaurant near Montego Bay, and we were hoping that you would invest with us and manage the entire affair."

Mr. Ardent nodded to the Purser.

"Peter, here, thinks that there is plenty of money at the west end of the tropical island. Plus, they already have the adults only resorts, nude beaches and the Hedonist Resorts, so there should be no legal or cultural barriers to a restaurant with topless servers."

I was starting to see their vision, but I wasn't about to make big decisions while aboard The Floozy.

We set a time and place for a meeting, and they suggested that we would collectively need legal advice. I learned that they thought that they could get started with a hundred thousand U. S., or twenty five each.

"Make sure that we get a legal firm with offices in Panama City and other Caribbean Islands. I instructed my new partners. "I love Jamaica, but Panama is also a perfect spot."

They were instantly happy, though I didn't know if my Panama suggestion was a part of it, or if they were just happy to be starting a business together.

I realized that my time serving as a topless waitress was coming to an end. Now I would be an entrepreneur.

My new club would be called... The Ginn. So look for it.

The End.