Have Pussy Will Travel Ch. 08

Author's Note: This is a consensual kink story series featuring intense exhibitionism, voyeurism, public humiliation, and D/s dynamics. It also includes some watersports play.

Emily and her friend Kat want their limits pushed. If you are looking for light, playful flashing, this may not be the series for you.

All characters are over 18 years old.

Slowly, both girls relaxed as their orgasms subsided. Thomas still stood over them, his expression unchanged. "Harlots, dinner is in one hour. Be in the main salon five minutes early and properly on display."

Emily's mind churned over and over, This is what I am... This is what I want to be...

Being ordered to masturbate for the captain, who was watching from behind the tinted glass of the bridge, was exactly the humiliation she thrived on.

Kat's reaction was more complicated. She expected to be used, but so far she just felt like a set of warm holes. Seeing how enthusiastic Emily was made Kat see her sexy best friend in a new light.

Flushed and sweaty from the captain's request to masturbate, the girls rushed to their stateroom below deck. As they stepped off of the staircase they bumped into Luca, one of the deckhands.

"Ah, belle puttane! You go dinner? First, you give Luca a kiss, yes?"

Emily just smiled, knowing he would probably be asking for more later on the cruise. Giving him a friendly peck on the lips, she continued down the passageway.

For Kat it meant following an order she would normally refuse. Grazing his beard with her lips she pulled away with a grimace and followed her naked friend.

Finding their stateroom, the girls quickly rinsed the sweat off of their naked bodies and made the trek up to the main salon.

They arrived exactly five minutes before dinner. Thomas had just set the table when he saw them. "Harlots! It's about time you got here. The gentlemen will arrive shortly. You need to be properly presented. Before we go any further, I personally want to confirm the rules for the week. The gentlemen expect you to use red, yellow, and green. You have both signed a no-limits personal service and non-disclosure agreement. That means you agree to anything the gentlemen ask you to do or do to you. Do you understand?"

Emily and Kat looked at each other, and then back at Thomas.

Emily replied first, "Yes, Sir, red, yellow, green. I understand."

Kat was slower and more reserved in her response, "Red, yellow, green, Sir. I understand."

Thomas gave a rare smile, "Excellent, harlots, now I understand you are informed on poses? Assume Inspection."

Both girls assumed the pose, legs spread, tits thrust out, and hands behind their heads. Their bodies were on display for whoever walked into the salon. The pose wasn't difficult to assume, but maintaining absolute stillness with their tits pushed forward required complete concentration. Thomas's lingering gaze didn't help either.

Harry and Victor soon arrived, Harry immediately grabbing Kat's piercings. Pulling hard on both nipples, he pulled her to a chair. "It's time we were properly introduced. Follow me."

Once Harry was seated, he tugged on the barbells until Kat knelt in front of him. As Kat winced from the pain he inflicted, he instructed, "Suck my cock whore."

Victor laughed and did the same to Emily. Soon both girls were kneeling in front of the men, dutifully sucking their cocks for the first time.

Harry gloated, "Once you finish sucking, do not wipe or rinse yourselves afterwards. We want you to eat with the taste of our cum in your mouth."

The girls continued diligently sucking their hosts' cocks, the men's breath grew ragged as they pulled the girls' hair, forcing their cocks deeper. Kat gagged slightly as Harry's cock touched the back of her throat.

Victor was first. With a loud groan, he filled Emily's mouth. She swallowed most of it, but some dribbled down her lips and onto her tits.

Harry soon followed, deviously pulling his cock out and spraying Kat's face with warm cum.

Dutifully, the girls cleaned their cocks and helped the men put them back in their pants.

Ugh! Kat groaned internally, I hate facials, the smell, the feel as it dries. And he's making me keep it on? Ugh!

Emily knew of Kat's dislike for facials, I wish that would have been me! I love facials.

Victor nudged Emily, "Give your friend a kiss, share our cum so both of you know what we taste like."

Closing their eyes, the two girls locked lips, the scent of both men's cum invading their nostrils, the taste on Kat's lips transferring to Emily.

Harry laughed, "Ok sluts, sit down. You may eat with us tonight."

The dumbwaiter chimed, and Thomas removed the first course, serving it with perfect aplomb. "Gentlemen and harlots, your first course is a delectable she-crab soup."

Placing the elegant dishes of blue crab and orange crab roe in front of them, he carefully poured a steaming hot cream sauce over the dish. Stepping back, the group began enjoying the first course.

Victor smiled at Kat, her face covered in Harry's slowly drying cum, "Kat, how does it feel eating with your face covered in Harry's cum?"

Dryly, she replied, "A bit disgusting, but I'm getting used to it."

Both men laughed. Emily gave her friend a silent "I'm sorry" look.

As the group was finishing, Thomas brought two plates covered with silver domes to the table. Placing them next to Harry and Victor, they sat for a few minutes.

Harry addressed the table, "Girls, stand up. Emily, come here. Kat, stand next to Victor."

Emily and Kat nervously moved towards their owners for the week. Kat's mind raced. What next? What the hell is under those covers?

The men removed the covers. Under each dome was a bright pink pussy vibrator and a smartwatch. Victor explained, "Sluts, turn the vibrators on and slip them into your pussy. They are already linked to the watches."

Kat briefly glared at Emily before turning her vibrator on and slipping it into her wet pussy. She gasped as the toy immediately buzzed inside her.

Victor laughed, "That was me!"

Emily did the same. A low, tormenting pulse began emanating from the toy. She exclaimed, "Oh! This is devious!"

It was Harry's turn. "I did that. Both of you, sit down. The toys will remain in and on through dinner."

Both girls sat down, the continuous pulse tormenting Emily. Kat jumped at times as strong pulses randomly hit her. They squirmed in their chairs as Harry and Victor laughed. Once the soup course was finished, Thomas served the next course. "Sirs and harlots, the chef has prepared a delightful butter-poached grouper sourced just before we embarked. It's carefully presented on a bed of Carolina Gold rice."

Victor cut a small piece of the butter-poached grouper and took a bite. "Delightful. Chef has outdone himself with this local catch."

Harry slid his fingers across his phone. "He does have a knack for low country dishes." Speaking smoothly, he pressed another button.

"Ahhh!" Kat dropped her fork on her plate as her fingers gripped the table. Her back arched as the sudden pulse rocked her core. Why the fuck are they tormenting us like this?

Emily grimaced, Kat is going to kill me when this is over... she isn't used to this humiliation. Oh... my pussy is getting close.

She started rocking back and forth as Victor turned up the vibration, torturing her pussy. Suddenly she announced to the table. "Cumming!"

The others watched as Emily shook for nearly a minute from the never-ending pulse in her pussy. Breathless and trembling, she pleaded, "Please, let me have a moment to recover."

Just as Emily's vibe was switched off, Kat's vibrator slammed to life. Fuck! Thirty thousand dollars... house down payment. I have to endure this. How the hell does Emily do it? When does the objectification and humiliation become not worth the money?

Both vibrators soon quit for a few minutes. The foursome finished the main course as the men resumed business discussions. The girls were mostly ignored except for occasional pulses to their pussies and derogatory remarks about their bodies.

Once the main course had been finished, Harry summoned Thomas, "We won't be having dessert tonight. We are ready to have some real fun with our guests."

Victor chimed in, "Sluts, stand so we can figure out who you will be serving tonight. Thomas, do you still have your lucky coin?"

Thomas removed a round one-pound coin from his waistcoat. "Yes sir, I've carried this old-style coin for years."

Harry added, "Flip it, Emily, call it in the air."

Thomas flipped the coin. It spun through the air and landed back in his palm. Emily instinctively called, "Heads!"

Catching the gold coin, Thomas held it right under Emily's face. She had never seen a coin like this before. Looking closely, she muttered, "Looks like a weed to me?"

Harry laughed, "Well, my little slut, you lost. "That's a thistle," he replied smoothly, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Commonly referred to as tails. I will fuck Kat, and you are with Victor until morning."

Suddenly, the yacht roared. Grinding sounds emanated from deep below. The girls screamed, thinking they had hit something. Harry and Victor laughed and told the girls to calm down.

A few seconds later, the grinding stopped. The hum of the diesel engines that propelled them through the ocean also ceased. All that remained was the hum of the auxiliary generator. The yacht gently swayed with the ocean current.

Soon, the captain came over the intercom. "Good evening, gentlemen, welcome to our first overnight anchorage. We have safely dropped anchor in the open Atlantic, approximately twenty-five miles offshore from Georgetown, South Carolina. The evening weather holds clear with a light offshore breeze, and we will remain at a dead stop until our sunrise departure at 0600 hours. The deck and engine rooms are now secured. Have a pleasant evening."

Emily and Kat looked warily at each other, finally realizing what they had gotten into. Kat's mind flew. Twenty-five miles? Fuck, we're in international waters... and we're the only women on board with seven men? What the hell has Emily gotten me into?

The men nodded to each other, approving of the anchorage, and bid a good evening. Taking the girls by the arm, they led them up the spiral staircase to the bridge deck. Stepping into the guest foyer of the upper deck, Victor smiled, "Girls, give us a preview of tomorrow. Let's see you make out for one minute, hands anywhere, including pussy."

Slowly the girls embraced, parting their lips and sharing a sensual kiss. Kat's hand slipped down and cupped Emily's ass. Slowly she let it drift around and caress Emily's bare pussy. Gathering wetness on her finger from around the pulsating vibrator, she pulled it to their lips and let both of them taste Emily's juices.

Gently pulling the girls apart, Harry announced, "Time's up, let's go, Kat."

Emily silently mouthed, "Good luck," as Harry led her away to the forward owner's suite.

Victor gripped Emily's arm and pulled her toward the aft owner's suite. Entering a code, the black lacquered door slid open, letting him shove her inside. As they closed behind them, Emily caught his reflection in the mirrored entryway, silent, eyes dark with intent.

He said nothing. The look alone told her she was about to be fucked hard.

Steering her through the suite to a large mirrored door, he pressed a button, and the panels hissed open. Without slowing, Victor pushed her through the opening and tossed her against the port railing.

Emily grabbed for the railing as Victor kicked her feet apart. He dropped his pants, jaw clenched, and growled, "Assume the position, bitch!" Then he drove his thick cock into her in one hard thrust. She gasped as her pussy, already stretched tight around the vibrator still buzzing inside her, was forced to stretch around Victor's thick cock. She cried out, "Fuck! I'm full..."

Victor pounded his cock deep into Emily's pussy. The intensity and fullness quickly overwhelmed her.

Legs shaking, Emily desperately clung to the rail. With each stroke, a rush of cool sea air smacked her soaked pussy as Victor prepared to impale her again.

His cock was impressive, not only in size, but in intense staying power. The pounding lasted for several minutes. Emily's legs began to shake uncontrollably as she screamed into the empty sea. Non-stop orgasms wreaked havoc on her body.

Emily lost count of her orgasms before Victor finally unloaded his cock deep inside her stretched and sore pussy.

Withdrawing his cock he let Emily lean over the railing as she continued twitching, the vibrator still buzzing inside of her.

Once Emily's orgasm finally subsided, Victor turned the vibrator off but left it in her drenched pussy. Pulling her to her feet, he positioned her in the center of the deck and began attaching padded restraints to her arms and legs.

Emily hesitated, "What are you doing?"

Victor snarked, "Just a little bondage, remember, you agreed to all of this in the contract."

She gulped, "Yes, Sir."

Turning her so she faced the rear of Indulgence, he stretched her legs apart and carefully attached the restraints to two sturdy attachment points on the teak floor. Tapping a button on his iPad, Emily saw two small hooks descend from the ceiling.

Stretching her arms and latching the restraints into the hooks, he tapped the button again. Emily trembled as the cables retracted, drawing her arms out and stretching her naked body taut. She rose onto her tiptoes, barely touching the deck. For one terrifying moment, Emily thought she would be pulled in two. A few moments later, she felt the winch stall, leaving her body pulled taut and unable to move.

Tugging on her barbells, Victor snarked, "Let's put these to use." Attaching heavy brass bells to each nipple, Emily immediately felt the gentle rock of the yacht amplified through them.

Sensing him walking away, Emily called out, "Where... where are you going?"

She heard a wicked laugh, "I'm going to rest up for round two. Enjoy yourself out here."

Emily heard the whoosh as the sliding door close behind him. A moment later, the lights went off, plunging Emily into complete darkness, alone, restrained, and at the mercy of the ocean.

Time stood still for Emily. Engulfed in total darkness, she couldn't see her body. She couldn't see where the yacht ended and the ocean began. The only movement she could sense was the slow roll of the yacht as gentle waves rocked it. The motion tortured her tender nipples. With each pitch of the yacht, a lonely clang from the bells resonated into the darkness, repeated by the never-ending motion of the ocean.

As she stood, her legs began to ache, and she shivered as the cool ocean breeze swirled around her. Fatigue began to settle as she grew concerned over how long she would be out there. He can fuck me all he wants. Why does he want to break me?

After a few minutes, the Lovense buzzed to life, tormenting her with a slow, persistent buzz. Thoughts flooded her mind. My pussy aches... why is he tormenting me?

Victor tormented her, bringing her nearly to orgasm and then turning the vibrator off. Her legs began to tremble.

Struggling to endure without invoking her safeword, her legs began to tremble. Trying to relax, she struggled unsuccessfully against the bindings holding her tight.

Nearing the end of her endurance, Emily began to contemplate using her safeword. Then she felt a little slack in the cables, lowering her down, slowly, haltingly. At times, the cables would reverse, threatening to draw her taut once again.

She screamed into the darkness, "Don't tease me!"

Slowly, she sank onto the teak decking, coming to rest on her knees. Leaving her upper body suspended in an arch, knees spread wide, arms stretched tautly ahead of her. Darkness still enveloped her. Alone and exposed on the deck, she silently wept with relief.

She heard the swoosh of the sliding door as a small sliver of light escaped onto the deck between her legs. Soon, someone, hopefully Victor, knelt behind her and pulled the vibrator out by the tail. Emily gasped from the rough treatment, thankful her pussy was finally empty.

Her relief was short-lived, as a cock soon slammed into her pussy, driving her forward and setting the bells clanging. The cock paused deep in her body, nearly touching her cervix. The sliver of light was shut off, plunging her back into darkness.

Another round of pounding began. Whoever was fucking her started hard and got harder, thrusting viciously and deeply into her pussy with every stroke.

All Emily could do was endure. Each stroke brought the slap of his balls to her ears. The strokes slammed her shoulders forward against the restraints. She struggled to maintain her balance on the damp deck, losing what little traction she had. Her body was at the will of her aggressor. All she could do was endure. The constant clatter of the bells shattered what little composure she had left.

The pounding seemed to last forever. Her arms ached, her knees hurt, her pussy sore and aroused, orgasming over and over. She screamed into the ocean with ecstasy. The final orgasm sent whoever was fucking her over the edge as well. She could feel his warm cum deep in her pussy once again.

The pounding slowed and stopped as the cock was withdrawn. The deck lights clicked back on, and the man behind her finally spoke.

It was Victor. "Good girl. That's exactly how I want to use you all week. Now come inside, time for aftercare."

Emily slightly nodded her acknowledgement as her mind processed his words. How he wants to use me... all week? What the hell have I gotten us into? This is who I am... isn't it?

Victor moved in front of her and gave her nipple one last tug. Emily moaned as he gently removed the bells. He carefully lowered her until she was completely prone on the cold, damp teak decking and removed the restraints.

Carefully, Victor helped her to her feet and led her to the warmth of the aft owner suite. Her legs trembled, every movement reminding her how thoroughly Victor had used her. He led her to the shower and gently rinsed the cum out of and off of her.

Afterwards, he led her to his king-sized bed. Smiling, he added one last degradation for the night, "Get some sleep slut, tomorrow will be a big day for you and Kat."

Emily quickly drifted off to sleep, the soreness of her body overwhelming her.

Early the next morning, Victor pulled Emily out of bed. "Back to work slut."

Leading the groggy girl back to the aft deck, he made her kneel in front of him. "Mouth open."

Expecting to give Victor a blowjob, Emily opened her mouth wide and looked Victor in the eyes. She recoiled as a stream of piss landed in her eyes. Closing her eyes and mouth, she sputtered, "What the fuck?"

He was adamant, "Open your eyes and your mouth bitch! Swallow!" His warm, bitter stream continued to land on her.

Emily obeyed, swallowing warm, bitter piss for the first time in her life. Gulping as much of the oily mixture as she could, she couldn't believe what was happening. Piss! He's pissing in my mouth? It's bitter, oily, and fucking tastes like last night's dinner. What the fuck?

As she literally drank last night's dinner again, she felt some drip down her body and onto the deck. Focusing her eyes for a moment, she caught a glimpse of movement behind him. It was one of the crew.

Luca is watching! He's watching me on my knees drinking piss and not looking away... so damn humiliating! I love it!

Victor pissed for nearly a minute before his stream slowed and stopped. The oily liquid stuck to her mouth and body. Once he had finished, a small drop remained on the tip. "Lick it off, let me see it on your tongue!"

Emily cringed but dutifully stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his cock.

Victor turned and yelled, "Time to clean up, meet me in the shower in five minutes!"

Emily was left kneeling on the aft deck, Luca staring and snickering in broken English. "Enjoy you breakfast, slut? Boss piss. No move. Hose."

Knowing she had to remain civil with the crew, Emily remained motionless on the deck. Still on her knees, piss dripping off of her. Luca laughed as he soaked her with the hose used to wash the decks down.

Once he had finished, a soaked Emily joined Victor in the shower. In the back of her mind she kept thinking, I have to look Luca in the eye all week...

Afterwards, he directed her to the main salon for breakfast. He and Harry had some work to do and would not be joining them.

Stepping into the main salon, she found Kat already eating a light breakfast at the table. Hugging her friend, the naked girls sat down as Thomas brought breakfast out for Emily.

The talk was somewhat hushed, unsure of who might be listening. Emily detailed her night with Victor, Kat gagging as she listened to Emily's graphic details of her first piss-drinking experience. She laughed, "Ew! Maybe I don't want to kiss you!"

Emily smiled, "You heard Victor. They want to watch us later today. You have to kiss me!" The girls laughed and continued their conversation.

Hearing a rumble, Kat looked out the windows. "It looks like it's going to storm. I wonder what that will do to their plans? Anyway, my night was totally different from yours. Harry was much more procedural. As soon as we got to the room, he clipped these heavy weights to my barbells and went over his rules."

Rain began to drum on the salon windows as Kat continued her review of her experience. "Then he brought out a spreader bar! He restrained both my ankles and wrists. I've never had both restrained on the same bar. Combined with the rocking of the damn boat, it was hard to stay on my feet!

The worst part, though, is when he started fucking me. He made me count his thrusts and say 'Thank you, Sir!' for each one. Whenever I would forget, he would smack my ass and make me start over. I lost count of how many times I fucked up before he finally came in me."

Emily giggled, "So what do you think of being a paid fuck now?"

Kat smiled, "Well, if you had asked me before he took me to his room, I would have said you were crazy. But after being used like that, knowing how much I was making, it wasn't so bad. I'm still not totally into it like you, but I'm not nearly as mad at you as I was yesterday."

After they finished eating, the girls moved to the main couch in the salon. Rain continued to drum on the windows as the storm intensified. Low rumbles of thunder echoed through the space as the wind gently rocked the large yacht.

Emily moved close to her friend and began nuzzling her. She reminded her of rule seven. "Sexual contact between the two of you is limited to kissing, touching, and mutual play. That means we can kiss and cuddle. I want you, Kat. That will probably happen sometime today, but please hold me."

The girls kissed and held each other for several minutes. The background of the storm and the gentle rocking slowly put them to sleep after the hard night they had experienced.

Outside, the storm settled into a steady, drumming rain that kept the salon dim and quiet for hours, creating the perfect sleep environment for the exhausted girls. Later that afternoon, Thomas gently woke them. "Harlots, the gentlemen are requesting your presence on the sundeck."

Still half-asleep, the girls wiped their eyes and stumbled up the spiral staircase to the foyer on the top deck. Pausing at the top of the stairs, Kat looked her lifelong friend in the eye. Blushing, she confided, "This is probably it. My tongue might be in your pussy very soon."

Emily laughed nervously, "I've been hoping it would be on this trip. No matter whose tongue is where, still friends?"

Kat nodded, "Yes, but I'm still mad at you for dragging me into this mess."

Pausing, she hugged her friend tightly. "Even if I do get a house out of it... slightly mad."

Both girls giggled as they stepped towards the automatic door leading to the sundeck. Sliding open, the cold air rushed in, engulfing their naked bodies. Goosebumps quickly formed on their tits.

Arm in arm, the girls climbed the short flight of stairs to the sundeck. A cold drizzle continued after the storm. Emily shivered from the cool breeze and tried to stay under the canopy out of the rain.

Harry beckoned the girls out in the rain. "Come on out, girls, remember no covering up. Let's see what the cold rain does to your nipples!"

Shivering, the girls walked towards the jacuzzi. Harry and Victor were already inside, chest-deep in warm, bubbling water, enjoying chilled champagne. Steam swirled around them.

Just as they started to climb in, Victor redirected them. "Not yet. It's time you two got to know each other much better than you already do. Emily, climb up on the sunpad, use the stairs on the starboard side." Laughing, he pointed to the correct stairs. "That way."

Harry picked up the conversation, "Kat, you go up the port side. We want to see you two crawl towards each other and meet in the middle with a deep, passionate kiss. Just think about it, girls, you are lifelong friends. Now, you're going to become paid lovers in front of us. Makes your friendship a lot dirtier, doesn't it?"

Kat moved beyond the warm, inviting jacuzzi. "Perfect. Nothing like crawling across a cold, wet sunpad on a rainy day"

Ascending the stairs, the girls knelt on the large sunpad, stretching nearly across the width of Indulgence. Down on their hands and knees, tits dangling below them, they giggled and made faces at each other as they crawled across the wet padded surface.

Reaching the center, the girls stopped face to face. Kat leaned close and quietly whispered, "Love you like a sister. Hell of a way to get added to your body count."

Emily stifled a giggle and whispered back, "You too. Though you always knew you'd get added eventually."

She had wanted this far longer than she had admitted. But now, with Kat naked in front of her, knowing they were about to have sex, the reality of it seemed much more daunting than her wet dreams a few days ago. Harry and Victor were paying for the show, but her desire for Kat had been building for some time.

Slowly, the girls' expressions changed. All the delays and joking were over. They knew what was about to happen. The giggles and smiles changed into deep, passionate stares.

The girls shifted closer, before finally locking lips. They kissed deeply for several long seconds. Kat's tongue explored Emily's mouth, turning anticipation into reality.

Harry chuckled, "Frank says hello. We heard you two talked to him about each other's bodies. Tell us your favorite part and what you're going to do with it today?"

Emily's voice wavered before settling into a deep, husky tone. "I've always enjoyed those pale little rings around her nipples and pussy. She tans at home in a micro bikini. When she's naked like this, those pale areas stand out. I want to suck and nibble on those pale circles until she's squirming... and then do the same thing to that pale patch over her pussy."

Kat smiled, "I'm looking forward to your tongue, and that sexy little body of yours... rain running between your legs, mixing with your delicious wetness. Just like with Frank, your smooth little pussy is soaked, lips all puffy and shiny. I want to shove my face into it and lick the rain and your cum off those soft lips until you're grinding on my mouth."

Locking eyes again, the girls turned towards the jacuzzi, eyes full of lust, pleading to be turned loose on each other. Harry set them off, "Ok sluts, all rules are suspended for the afternoon. We do want you to go slow so we can watch you enjoy each other."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Emily, don't forget what you told Frank... how badly you want to scissor your best friend. You get to do it, out here in the rain... while we watch. Have fun."

For a brief moment, the girls continued their gaze, Emily eventually grasping the back of Kat's head and pulling her towards her, gently gliding her down onto the wet leather and crawling on top of her drenched friend.

As she began nibbling, "Mmm, your nipples are absolutely huge."

Kat moaned underneath her friend, squirming at the sensation. Gently pushing Emily's head towards her pussy, "Keep going, hoe... lick my dripping cunt."

Emily licked, nibbled, and kissed her way down Kat's tanned body. The rain made her sexy friend slick to the touch. Reaching her pussy, Emily nibbled on her clit, making Kat squeal.

Kat's fingers grabbed her friend's wet hair, shoving her down towards her needy hole. She then growled, "Eat it, you fucking nasty hoe! Eat my juicy cunt... let me feel your tongue inside my wet hole."

Emily had never seen this animalistic side of Kat. The raw need surprised her. Looking up for half a second, her eyes dark with desire, she shoved her face deep into Kat's pussy.

Lapping up her friend's juices, combined with the rain, Emily kept her friend moaning and screaming beneath her. Soon, Kat started calling, "I'm cumming... I'm cumming, you fucking slut... I'm going to squirt!"

Unleashing a torrent of juice in Emily's face, she lapped and swallowed as much as she could. Kat squirmed and shook underneath her as she finally enjoyed an orgasm from her best friend.

Slowly, the orgasm faded. Emily crawled back up Kat's trembling, shattered body. Rain slicked them both. Their hair was matted to their faces. It didn't matter. Finally, they were enjoying each other's bodies. Emily rested her head on Kat's wet tits for a moment before finishing her way up Kat's body and kissing her lips. Sharing her friend's juices with her.

For several minutes, the girls just kissed each other as they rolled around on the sunpad. The drizzle continued over them. They didn't care about the cold. They didn't care they were being watched. Two good friends were finally enjoying each other's bodies the way they wanted to.

Shyly, Emily pulled back from Kat for a moment. "I've never scissored before... will you teach me? Please? I want to cum with your pussy against me."

Kat's face drew into a crooked smile. "Of course you don't, you little hired pussy." Pushing Emily firmly onto her back on the wet sunpad. "Lie back. Spread your legs and spread that cunt for me."

Climbing over her, Kat lifted Emily's leg and hooked it high over her own hip. Pressing their soaked pussies together, she began deliberately grinding into her friend.

Purring, she asked, "Feel that? That's my cunt owning yours. You used to be straight. Now look at you... a bi little bitch begging to scissor. Grind back on me whore."

Emily began to push back as Kat encouraged her, "That's it, push against me. Feel my lips and clit dragging across you? Faster, rub me harder bitch."

Softly moaning, Emily worked harder, rubbing Kat's pussy. The rain picked up, pelting them, but they continued as Harry and Victor watched, clearly enjoying the spectacle. The moisture seeped between them, mixing with both girls' juices until they were gliding together with little resistance.

Finding a rhythm that pleased both girls, they picked up the pace. Faster and faster they ground together, hips snapping, bodies rocking. Every hard grind made their clits catch and slide, driving each of them deeper into ecstasy. Emily's moans grew sharp and broken. Kat's breathing grew ragged, eyes dark as she stared at the needy bi whore her friend had become.

Then it hit. Kat ground hard against Emily, unleashing powerful orgasms in both girls. Their clits throbbed together. Both of them cried out as the orgasms crushed them. Writhing together, Kat made sure their clits stayed mashed together, each girl's orgasm heightening the other's. Emily's pussy gushed, combining with the rain continuing to pelt them.

Gradually, the orgasms began to subside. Hypersensitive, the girls lightly ground together, riding them out. Moaning and gasping at the intense feelings going on.

Kat finally spoke, "Well bitch? How was it?"

Shyly, she replied, "It was perfect, Ma'am. Thank you."

Slowly, the girls untangled themselves. Still breathing hard, they lay flat on the sunpad staring into the gray sky as the rain washed over their naked bodies. Neither moved for a few minutes.

Eventually Harry and Victor began clapping. Victor chided, "You two are both bi bitches. Kat has quite a mouth too! I'm going to enjoy fucking her tonight. Crawl over here, you need to take care of us now."

The girls got on their knees once again and crawled to the edge of the sunpad. Carefully descending to the slick teak decking, Emily asked Victor, "Crawl?"

"Yes, crawl over to us."

The girls crawled across the rain-slicked decking, tits swinging, rain running into their eyes. Reaching the jacuzzi, the men positioned them together on the bench.

Immediately the girls felt the swirling, pulsating water go to work on their pussies, still sensitive from scissoring.

Harry stood in front of Emily and pushed his trunks down, "Get busy whore, let's see how your mouth feels compared to your slutty friend."

Victor did the same in front of Kat. Instead of speaking, he grabbed his cock and shoved it into her mouth. Remembering what Emily had said, Kat understood what he wanted.

Both girls began sucking the men. Emily took Harry deep in her mouth as she looked him in the eyes. This is what I am. A filthy bi whore to be used and passed around... and I love it.

Kat's thoughts were a little different. Fuck, he just shoved it right in without a word. Emily wasn't lying... he treats us like sex machines they rented for the week. But his cock is good... and these jets are working on my pussy... mmm.

As the girls worked on their cocks Victor asked Harry, "Double or switch?"

Harry laughed, "Rock, paper, scissors. Winner decides."

Both girls wondered what was going on. The men waved their hands and then made gestures. Harry threw rock. Victor covered it with paper. "Move over here, Emily, both of you get to suck me."

Harry groaned as Victor pulled Emily away from his cock, soon both girls were working on Victor. Emily looked him in the eyes, bobbing on his shaft while Kat slipped her chin beneath the swirling water and licked his balls.

Coming up for air, Kat looked Emily in the eyes. The girl's lips closed around Victor's cock head for a moment as they both swirled their tongues around it.

Victor exclaimed, "Damn! Both tongues on my head feel good!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Emily noticed Harry standing there. Reaching out, she took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked it. I can't believe I'm doing this... little substitute teacher has certainly changed! And I like it!

The girls worked on Victor's cock until he was close. Pushing their heads together, he groaned and began spurting cum on them. Rope after rope landed on Emily and Kat's eyes, nose, and mouth. When he had finished, he directed the girls to clean his cock. When they were done, he pointed at Harry, "Don't clean off. Do him."

Victor moved away as Harry positioned himself in front of the girls. Covered in Victor's cum they began working on Harry. Tongues on his shaft and balls, the girls worked in unison, maintaining eye contact as much as possible. Kat's mind drifted homeward, Marty... I love you... I hope you aren't mad when I get home... just remember... thirty thousand dollars.

Soon, Harry's breath grew ragged. Like Victor, he pulled the girls together and covered their faces in another layer of cum. The girls then licked him clean and sat back.

A devious grin came over Harry. "Now, let's see you two kiss with all that cum on you."

Without flinching, the girls hugged each other, giggling as they smeared the cum over each other's faces.

The foursome lounged in the jacuzzi for a few more minutes until Thomas appeared. "Gentlemen and harlots, dinner is served on the Sun Deck Lounge. Chef has prepared a delightful chilled platter of seared Wagyu beef carpaccio along with Ossetra caviar alongside a fresh bottle of Dom Pérignon."

Settling around the platter, Harry and Victor compared notes about the girls as if they weren't there. Bluntly describing their tits, pussies, and asses like sides of beef.

Having slept through lunch and been heavily used, the girls ignored the drying cum on their faces and devoured the delicious platter. After a few minutes, Victor addressed both of them, "Mental aftercare time. We've used you girls hard the last day or so. I enjoy checking on sluts to make sure they are mentally holding up. This doesn't mean we're going to relax. You're being well paid for this. Kat, I know this is your first time as a Travel Baby, and Emily, I believe it's your second. Any concerns?"

Emily nodded to Kat, knowing her friend was getting more than she bargained for. Finishing her bite of caviar, Kat replied, "No, Sir. This is a little more intense than we realized, but I'm a big girl. I can handle this and more."

Her friend agreed, "This is what I am... the piss was new. I've never done that before... it was intense. No regrets."

Harry smiled, "Perfect, once we finish eating, we're going our separate ways for the evening. We're swapping sluts, too. Emily, I'm fucking you tonight. Kat, Victor is fucking you. Enjoy the rest of your meal. Both of you will be thoroughly used again tonight."