It was long past midnight when Javier, Chan, and Nigel finally left my room after our evening of debauchery. They thanked me profusely as they left, which I found odd since it amounted to thanking me for being a slut, but their hearts were in the right place. As they left, however, my newlywed neighbors were returning to their room at the same time. They saw three young men leaving my room and caught a glimpse of me naked, and they could draw only one logical conclusion. Nigel quickly closed the door behind him, although I wondered what kind of side eye I would draw from them the next time we crossed paths.

Nevertheless, I was exhausted from the night’s extra-curricular activities, and I crashed and slept like a baby the whole night. In the morning, Felix paid me another visit, and I eagerly accepted another fuck session with him. Luckily, I had taken a shower right before bed, so I had washed the cum and the stench of sex from my body before Felix mounted me and left my pussy dripping with another load of cum.

After Felix left, I quickly freshened up and headed out to seek new adventures. I realized that the cruise was quickly ending, and I wanted to make the most of the time I had left.

As I emerged from my quarters and stepped out onto the deck, the beautiful views of Cozumel filled my sight. White sand beaches with crystal blue waters awaited just down the shoreline. Off in the distance, mountains filled the skyline. I took in a deep breath of the salty air, the ocean breeze refreshingly cool against the warm sun, and I reveled in the picture-perfect environment.

I had considered taking an excursion to one of the Aztec ruins, but after yesterday’s fuckfest with Javier, Chan, and Nigel, I decided that a more laid-back activity was in order. A vacation should be relaxing, after all, so I made arrangements with the cruise concierge to rent myself a cabana at a private beach nearby, thinking I could work on my tan a bit, but otherwise relax in the shade and sip on mimosas and tequilas as I tried to finally finish reading my book. I did note to myself that I had established a clear trend whereby every time I read more than a few pages, I ended up having sex very shortly after. I couldn’t discern how much of this was due to my own arousal while reading the sex scenes in the book and how much was coincidence.

An hour later, I was following the concierge at a private resort right on the beach.

“Senora, if you please,” the concierge said as he pulled aside the curtain on a cabana. “We are a private resort, and this is a private beach. This is your private cabana right here on the beach with a beautiful view of the water, and you are welcome to enjoy it for the entire day. There are coolers for food and drinks.

The beach, as I said, is private, so you will not be surrounded by throngs of people like on the public beaches. We have other guests, of course, but it is a much nicer experience. And, if you need a little more privacy, to change clothes, to nap, or just to hide from the sun, whatever the reason, you can pull this curtain across, and completely open up or close off your cabana space as needed. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to call. You have the app installed on your phone. You can contact us through there, and we will be here in a moment’s notice to serve your needs. Please, enjoy, and welcome to Cozumel.”

“Thank you,” I said as I handed him a tip. “It’s been an eventful week. I’m looking forward to a relaxing day on the beach here.

I settled down into a lounge chair that leaned back almost flat, and soon I was transported to the lusty deeds of my romance novel. I could easily relate to the book’s general sentiment. The protagonist was an American visiting the Dominican Republic on holiday. She was recently divorced and looking for a spark, the toll of her bitter separation weighing heavily on her. While on holiday, she ended up in a steamy love triangle.

The sex scenes in the book were explicit (a real “bodice ripper” as my husband would jokingly refer to my trashy romance novels), and I found myself feeling aroused as I read page after page. I imagined myself back in the waters with Miguel in Puerto Rico. I had surreptitiously brought him to orgasm in the water as other beachgoers frolicked around us, but I regretted not being able to climax myself at the moment.

As I leaned back in the chair, my fingers slipped inside the waistband of my bikini bottom. The sound of the waves softly and hypnotically splashing against the shore lulled me into a trance.

“Excuse me, Senora, is everything alright?” a young man with a Spanish accent said.

I sat up and locked eyes with a young Mexican man. He looked apologetic, but his gaze was transfixed on me.

“Senora, I am sorry, I thought, I heard noises, I thought maybe you are in pain, I didn’t know, I -. “ His voice trailed off, his words failing him, but he didn’t turn away. His eyes kept scanning up and down my body, and I admit, I must have made for quite a sight, with my bikini bottom pulled down, legs splayed, and my hand furiously rubbing away on my mound.

I remembered how Felix had walked in on me that first morning on the cruise. I had reacted badly, incorrectly assuming he was an intruder, and the lessons from that episode were still fresh in my mind. I had acted like a jerk, and I was determined not to be a “Karen” about it this time around. Besides, that first awkward encounter with Felix had worked out to my advantage. I was just as horny this time again, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I could strike gold twice.

“Hold on,” I said, holding my hand in the air. “You were just doing your job. There’s no need to apologize.” I was naked in front of this young stranger. Although it wasn’t planned, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome, either. The excitement stirred my juices, and my other hand began to finger myself again right in front of him. His eyes darted down as he realized I had resumed openly masturbating myself.

“I am all alone here. It might be nice to have some company,” I hinted strongly.

“I-I cannot fraternize with the guests. It’s against my job code, company policy. I-I could get in trouble.” He stuttered in nervousness, but the gaze of his eyes and his dispassionate tone as he recited the company line told a different story. He liked what he saw, and he wanted to stay, but he just didn’t want to get in trouble over it.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I assured him. “We’re just two people talking, right?” I pointed out as I let a finger slip inside me.

“I guess - maybe that is alright,” he conceded as his eyes continued to take in my body.

“What is your name?” I asked him.

“Jorge.”

“Do you like older women, Jorge?”

I undid my bikini top and let it drop to the floor.

“Si, senorita,” Jorge answered after a long pause.

I pulled the finger out of my pussy, raised it to my lips, and seductively licked off my juices.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble, but it’s such a bore just playing all by myself. If I’m going to put on a show, it’s always nice to have someone to watch who appreciates my efforts.”

“I am appreciating it,” Jorge confirmed, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

I laughed as I spread my legs wider, and then inserted two fingers into my vagina and wiggled them around as Jorge watched on in fascination.

“Jorge, there you are,” a new voice proclaimed as he spotted Jorge before catching a glimpse of me spread out naked and furiously rubbing away. “Whoa, mamacita!” the new visitor exclaimed.

I was so turned on by this point, I didn’t even make any attempt to hide or apologize for my lewd behavior. In for a penny, in for a pound, or so they say. I leaned back, laying almost flat on the chair as my fingers pumped in my pussy while my thumb rubbed my clit for a few seconds, letting my new visitor have a good look at my shaved pussy.

The new visitor was another young Mexican dressed in the same resort worker uniform as Jorge.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I seem to have preoccupied Jorge’s attention,” I called out to my new voyeur. “You can stay, also if you like.”

“Oh man, is this for real?” the new guy asked in stunned disbelief, his jaw dropping to the floor.

“I think so,” Jorge replied. “Either that or I’ve gone to heaven.”

“It’s not heaven; it’s Cozumel,” I laughed. I knew my conduct was completely inappropriate, but I was so turned on as I displayed myself for my young audience, that I just couldn’t help myself. By now, I was furiously rubbing away on my mound, spreading my legs ever wider so that they would have a clear view of my pussy. My other hand pinched and played with my nipples. I was staring at my young admirers, but I knew my eyes were glazing over, almost as if I was falling into a trance as I surrendered to my arousal.

And then three more young men burst onto the scene.

“Hey, we were looking for you guys, let’s go grab some lunch before – hey yo – “ one of them shouted, breaking mid-sentence as he spied what was pre-occupying his compadres. The five guys now taking in my masturbation session were almost clones of each other. Around twenty years old, about 5’7, slender build, and Mexican heritage. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was an assembly line just manufacturing handsome young Mexican men right behind my cabana given the way they seemed to magically appear every few seconds.

They started talking amongst themselves in Spanish. Luckily, I spoke conversational Spanish, which came in handy when I used to be a college guidance counselor, although I can only assume they didn’t think I could understand their conversation.

“Ella sabe que estamos aqui, verdad?” “She knows we’re here, right?”

“A ella le gusta que la miren.” “She likes to be watched.”

“Y nos gusta mirar.” “And we like watching.”

“Yo, podriamos meternos en problemas.” “Yo, we could get in trouble.”

“No estamos hacienda nada. Estamos parados aqui.” “We’re not doing anything. We’re just standing here.”

“Es su cabana privada.” “It’s her private cabana.”

“Oh Jesus,” I cried out as I became consumed by my arousal. I looked around the room, individually sharing a gaze with each of them as I scanned the room.

“Ella es una mujer mayor.” “She’s an older woman,” one of them commented, still in Spanish.

“Eso es un poco sexy.” “That’s kind of sexy.”

“Un poco? Jesus, mataria por follarme ese cono.” “Kind of? Jesus, I’d kill to fuck that pussy.”

“Esta borracha?” “Is she drunk?”

“Puedo entenderte.” “I can understand you,” I said aloud in clear Spanish between heavy breaths. “You can direct those questions to me if you’re really that curious.”

They were all taken aback, clearly jarred by the realization that I understood the entire conversation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean – this is all a strange situation, and I don’t know how to act,” Jorge replied in English.

“It’s alright, I’m – Oh God.” I was falling into delirium, quickly hurtling past the point of no return. My finger probed my vagina, my nails scraping along inside me, hitting every aroused nerve as I writhed on the chair, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from my body.

I cried out in pleasure, probably louder than I intended. There was no one in sight outside my cabana, but I had no idea if there was anyone within earshot of the sides that were curtained off.

I was approaching my climax, and I curled up into a fetal position, although I kept my hands on my pussy, my legs squeezing against my hand still probing my pussy. I grunted, half in frustration that I hadn’t climaxed yet, half in pleasure from edging so hard.

“Is she okay?” one of my voyeurs asked, now speaking in English since they knew I understood their conversation, anyway.

“It almost sounds painful,” another one added.

“Fuck, that’s hot. I’ve never seen a woman masturbate before,” Jorge chimed in.

I was almost hyperventilating, my breath short and heavy, as my body writhed and I let out a primal scream, the orgasm pouring out of my body as my voyeurs covered their ears from my piercing screams.

“What is going on here?” An older stout Mexican woman asked in a stern voice as she suddenly appeared, standing behind my cadre of young admirers. She looked at them and then looked down at me with disdain.

“What is the meaning of all this?” she demanded to know. She was dressed in a uniform similar to all the young men, although hers had extra adornments clearly meant to indicate she was of a higher rank.

My onlookers were all frozen, unable to speak, clearly fearful for their jobs after getting busted for inappropriate behavior. I quickly switched gears, however, and tried for a Hail Mary to salvage their jobs and save them from any punishment, and maybe also to save myself from the public embarrassment. I pulled my hand back from my pussy but continued to writhe on the chair and moan and groan loudly. They say it’s a thin line between pleasure and pain, and I tried to blur those lines and use it to my advantage.

“I was - trying to change – then I don’t know – something – my back, the pain just shot up my spine – “.

I spoke haltingly in tense bursts between deep breaths. Truth be told, I was pulling this farce as much to save myself as to save them. I figured maybe if she actually bought off on my act, it could save me some embarrassment. Worst case, maybe I get kicked out of the resort.

The lady’s facial expression immediately softened. “Oh my God, you poor woman, please, you need help.”

“It’s okay, I think it’s finally getting better,” I replied. “They heard me in pain, but they saw me in a state of undress, and I think they were unsure, not wanting to do anything inappropriate when I was unclothed.”

“Do you need us to call medical attention?” the lady persisted.

“I don’t think so. I think a muscle was just knotted up, but I think it is finally receding.” I feigned another painful muscle spasm as I let out another series of painful grunts and moans. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I was playing it too over the top, although the lady’s sympathetic look told me I was hitting all the right notes.

“Oh, you poor thing, let’s get you covered up,” she said as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. “Why didn’t you guys think of that?” she admonished all the young men. “She is a lady. You need to preserve her dignity.”

She looked down at the wet spot in the chair fabric after I adjusted my position.

I saw her staring, and I apologized, “I’m sorry. I was in so much pain, I think I must’ve temporarily lost control of my faculties and maybe peed a little. I can pay for any damages,” I insisted.

“Nonsense. Are you sure we don’t need to call a doctor?”

“No, this is all quite embarrassing enough as it is. I will be fine. My pride is hurt more than anything else,” as I pretended to struggle to sit up and gather up my clothes. “I think the muscle spasm is passed. I know how this may have appeared, but I assure you, your employees were nothing but respectful and exemplary.” Which was true enough. I wasn’t about to vouch for my own behavior, but the less said about that, the better.

“Are you sure you do not want medical attention?”

“No, I must insist,” I replied. “This is all quite embarrassing enough as it is. I could just die. I’d appreciate it if maybe we could just not make mention of it and pretend as if it never even happened.

“Yes, senora. Of course, we value your privacy, and we pride ourselves on our discretion. Please, rest assured that no one will speak of what happened here outside of this cabana.”

“Thank you. It is most appreciated,” I said as I sighed heavily, thinking how easily things could have turned out disastrously.

“Please, just take it easy and relax here. Jorge, get our lovely guest some water, please. The rest of you, get back to work.”

When the lady’s head was turned away, I gave them a knowing wink, and they smiled back and threw me a small appreciative wave as they quickly scattered to the wind.

******

I awoke refreshed but saddened to know it was my last day on the cruise. Felix visited me one last time that morning, and I gave him a special blow job as a goodbye present of sorts. I savored the taste of his cum on my tongue. I stuck my tongue out at Felix as he left my room for the last time so he could see the large glob of cum he left in my mouth.

“It’s something to remember me by,” he smiled as he waved goodbye while I swallowed his load clean.

I knew I was unlikely to ever see anyone from the cruise ever again, so I figured, what the hell. I put on a light sundress, but I wore nothing else except for some sandals. The dress wasn’t really sized correctly, so it afforded easy views down my top.

As I exited my room, the newlywed groom next door was leaving at the same time.

“Good morning,” he said. “My name is Will. I don’t think we’ve formally been introduced.”

“Will. Pleased to meet you,” I said as we shook hands. “I’m Diana.”

“Are you on the cruise alone?” he asked.

“I am, although I’ve managed to make some friends as I think you and your wife have noticed.”

“I had noticed. There were three of them the other day,” he added cautiously.

“Mmm – that was fun,” I replied devilishly.

“How - if you don’t mind my asking – how does that even work?”

“Oh, poor child, I’d love to show you, but I don’t think your wife would approve,” I said with a wink as I left him standing there speechless.

It was breezy on the main deck as we cruised through the open water, and the hem of my short sun dress seemed to be constantly getting caught in the wind, flashing clear views of my pussy and ass to everyone around.

I saw the stares from the guys, and more than a few girlfriends and wives openly admonished their significant others for leering at me a little too blatantly.

I ran across my friends Chan, Nigel, and Javier while getting lunch, and I spent one last afternoon with them again as they all took turns on me. We returned to my room, and they kept me satisfied for hours on end. They all took turns on me, double-teaming me half the time, and using my body as they pleased. By the time they were done, I had drained them all, and they were all determined to return to college and stop chasing the girls on campus and find themselves an older woman who needed extra attention. On some level, I felt as if I had unwittingly performed a noble civic duty on behalf of all mature women. I was certain some older women in their college town would reap the benefits from their experience with me.

I showered after they left, and then I headed to dinner. The last dinner aboard the cruise was intended to be a formal celebration. Everyone was encouraged to dress up for a nice dinner, so I wore a slinky black dress that accentuated my curves and paired it with black nylons and high heels that showed off my toned calves. As opposed to my more obviously revealing outfits from the rest of the cruise, this one was still sleek and sexy, but the hem was only a few inches above my knees, and it exhibited my more classy and elegant side. Adorned with a nice string of white pearls around my neck, I almost felt like the respectable lady that most people assumed me to be.

As I made my way to the dining room, it was open seating, and I noticed a familiar face sitting by his lonesome in the back. Max, the friendly porter was the first person I met on the ship, and he was seated by himself at a table in a quiet corner. Our paths had crossed several times since then, and Max had always been so kind and welcoming, and although he had resisted my advances the other night, there was an undeniable attraction between us. Though his refusal of my advances still stung, we seemed to have an innate chemistry, and I wanted to test the waters one more time.

“Is there room for two at that table?” I asked eagerly. “Care for some company.”

He looked up, and his face brightened as he recognized me right away.

“I’d be honored if you would join me, Diana,” he replied as he stood up and pulled a chair out for me to join him.

“You’re not on duty?” I asked out of curiosity as I took a seat.

He shook his head. “I pulled some long shifts including overnights for some other folks who fell severely ill earlier this week, so they let me off tonight to make up for it.”

There was a bottle of wine in the middle of the table, and I poured a glass for Max and myself.

“We should raise a toast then. To a fantastic voyage and new friends,” I proposed.

Our glasses clinked and we drank the blood-red wine.

Max looked as delicious as ever. He was no longer dressed in his porter outfit, but now he wore dress slacks and a button-up shirt for the formal occasion. With his dark slicked-back hair and distinctive Hispanic features, he made for a clean and dashing figure.

“I seem to remember, last time I invited you to dine with me, you refused,” I reminded him. “What changed this time around?”

He laughed heartily. “I would have loved to join you last time. And I cannot turn down a beautiful woman like yourself twice. It would just be rude.”

“So, you’re eating with me out of pity,” I observed.

“Truth be told, I regret not taking you up on your kind offer last time, although I – “ his voice trailed off.

“Although you what?”

“I thought maybe you were looking for more than just a dinner companion,” he confessed.

“And what if I was,” I said with a sly grin.

Max looked down shyly, and his cheeks turned red.

“Have I embarrassed you?” I asked playfully.

“A little bit. I’m not used to a woman such as yourself talking like that?”

“Talking like what? What have I said?”

“You’re so sophisticated. Elegant even.”

“Why, thank you, Ramon. But it’s just the clothes. I’m no different from anyone else.”

“I’m nervous around you,” he admitted.

“So, I make you uncomfortable?” I concluded. He had an innocence about him that was endearing.

Ramon shook his head and laughed again. “I’ve never heard an older woman that talked like you.”

“You know, older women have needs, too,” I pointed out.

“Oh my,” he replied simply as he exhaled deeply.

“I’m a simple woman, though. My needs are easy to fulfill. I bet you are more than capable of taking care of my needs.”

Ramon’s eyes raised up, and his hands were shaking. “I’ve never been with an older woman.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “I have all the same parts as a younger woman. I just have more experience. And I know what a young man like yourself enjoys. And I don’t like playing complicated games. I know what I want, and when I want something, I go for it. Life is too short to live with regrets. Don’t you think?”

Ramon nodded his head slowly as I reached my hand across the table and placed my hands on top of his.

“Good,” I added with a wink. “I’ve got a lot of things I don’t want to regret about tonight.”

*****

When we got back to my cabin, I pushed Ramon up against the wall as soon as the door closed behind us. I kissed him passionately as I held his hands and pressed my body against his.

“Where’s the fiery Latin lover I’ve been looking for,” I said breathlessly as we broke the kiss.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and unbuckled his slacks. Then I pulled out his cock and was pleasantly surprised to find he was already rock hard. His hands reached down and played with my hair as I wrapped my lips around him. His manhood was long and thick, and it felt oh-so good as he pulsed inside my mouth. He was circumcised, and my tongue played with the tip of his cock before I plunged down, deep-throating him until I bottomed out and his balls were pressed against my chin. Then I feverishly worked my mouth on his shaft, my lips coating his member in my slobber as my hands jiggled his balls. I did that for a few minutes before I felt his excitement growing, and I quickly retracted, not wanting him to blow his load just yet.

I stood up, and I couldn’t get my dress off fast enough. I had my back turned to Ramon as I slid off my panties as I wiggled my ass, and then I jumped on the bed and turned around as I lay there, dressed in only stockings and heels. I was laid back on the bed, my legs spread as I crooked a finger and motioned for him to come over.

I saw the transformation on his face. Gone was the shy, timid youth I had dined with minutes earlier, now replaced by a face filled with confidence and determination.

“You’ve unleashed the passion in me,” he announced.

He pounced on me like a jaguar, his lips on my neck, his hands gripping my back, and his cock brushing up against my pussy. Ever since my first moments on the cruise, I had lusted after Ramon, and now its reality seemed almost surreal.

“You’re so strong, Ramon,” I marveled aloud as his well-defined arms enveloped my body.

“Carrying bags around, bringing everything back and forth on this ship, it makes for strong muscles. I take it you like,” he replied as he kissed me all over.

“Oh my,” I commented as his bulging biceps pressed against my skin. My hands ran across his strong chest and chiseled abs. “You should be a model.”

“And your body, my lady, is like a priceless sculpture.”

“I’m not a piece of art to be admired.”

“What are you then?”

“I’m a woman with needs,” I reminded him.

The tip of his cock just barely tapped against my pussy, and it sent shivers down my spine.

“Please,” I softly begged him.

“What is it the beautiful lady wants?” he teased me mercilessly.

His fingers pinched my nipples, sending a tingling sensation shooting through my body.

“I want your cock,” I begged of him with pleading eyes.

Ramon quickly inserted himself in me, and then, just as quickly, he pulled back out of my dripping wet pussy. I cried out in frustration for the fleeting moment of satisfaction.

“Please, don’t tease me,” I beseeched him.

He smiled, almost cruelly. “Earlier, I was on the verge of cumming while you were sucking me, and then you stopped.”

“Because I wanted to feel you inside me,” I explained.

“Like this,” he offered, and he pulled in and out of me a second time.

“Please,” I begged him. “I want you to cum inside me!” I implored, practically screaming, not caring who might hear.

Finally, Ramon plunged himself into me, leaving himself impaled inside me this time and sending me into a state of delirium.

“Yes, just like that!” I exclaimed.

He finally kept himself inserted inside me. His cock felt so good as it filled up my pussy. I felt the blood rushing into his manhood, and then he started pumping his cock, slowly at first, but quickly gaining steam, faster and faster, in and out of me. All the while, I was charged erotically. I grew wetter and wetter.

I looked up into Ramon’s eyes and I just melted. I felt myself surrendering to him, his cock overpowering me with arousal, and I was his to do with as he pleased.

“Please, fuck me,” I begged him.

He laughed at my desperation. “What do you think I am doing?”

“Treating me like a lady. We are alone, though. No one has to know. I like it rough,” I growled.

Ramon lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and he started fucking me faster. He was fucking me so hard my high heels came loose, dangling on my toes until I kicked them to the side where one of them knocked over a lamp onto the floor.

“Oops, that wasn’t exactly graceful,” I sighed.

Ramon laughed. We were both sharing a moment, connected on a deeper level. The sex was wet sloppy fun. His cock was relentlessly pounding me, driving me to an orgasm.

“That’s it, honey. Keep fucking me like that,” I pleaded him.

“You like my cock?” Ramon asked rhetorically, the answer obvious in my moans of pleasure.

“God help me, I love it,” I replied, my surrender to him and my desires complete.

And then he fucked me with renewed passion, his cock piercing me with precision, tapping into every erogenous zone and sensitive area. I was so wet, I felt myself spraying in every direction, and the mattress and sheets were hopelessly soaked underneath me. He leaned his head down and nibbled on my nipple, and the shockwaves sent me through the roof.

“Oh, God!” I screamed. His tongue flicked at my nipple as he held it between his teeth. Then he let go of my tit and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. I kissed him back and he exploded inside me right as my own orgasm erupted, surging forth like a tidal wave that consumed my whole body. My long fingernails dug into his back, and Ramon winced slightly as he grunted out his cum inside me, his cock pulsing with each stream of cum that he shot off inside my pussy. He collapsed down on top of me before rolling to the side of me on the bed.

As we both lay there recovering from our intense orgasms, Ramon turned to me and said, “Diana, I never imagined you are like this.”

“Is it so hard to imagine that an older woman can enjoy sex?” I asked with a bemused look.

“I always thought older women, that they make love. But you, this is – “

“You fucked me,” I said, completing his thought with blunt candor.

“I thought you are so sophisticated, elegant even.”

“Am I not?”

“You are, yet you are also so naughty and, dare I say… slutty.”

“Shh,” I said, bringing my finger to my lips. “Don’t tell anyone my secret.”

My hand reached down and massaged his softened cock. Though he was flaccid, he responded almost immediately as I lightly stroked him.

“It seems you are coming back to life,” I commented.

“It craves attention, so if you give it a simple caress, it is like an excited doggy.”

“Hmm,” I pondered. “Speaking of doggy.”

I popped up on the bed onto all fours. “How about a round two?” I invited him as I wiggled my ass in his direction, inviting him to mount me from behind.

Ramon laughed. “You’re incorrigible. And you are also like the energizer bunny. But I love how naughty you are behind closed doors.”

He positioned himself behind me. Then he leaned forward and inhaled my pussy’s scent.

“It’s still freshly fucked,” I informed him.

“That’s my cum dripping out of you,” he pointed out.

I reached a finger down and wiped off the glob of cum hanging by a thread to my pussy. Then I licked it clean off my finger, his salty, tangy taste on my tongue as Ramon watched, his gaze transfixed by my lewd display.

“You can’t get enough of it, can you,” Ramon observed.

“I love knowing I turned on a man so much he blows his load in me. If it’s in my mouth, I might just keep it on my tongue, savoring the taste for as long as I can. If it’s in my pussy, I’ll wear panties and try to hold it in as long as I can and let my panties get stained with your cum. If you squirt it on my tits, I’ll spread it around and wear the dried-up cum on me all day long. I love having dirty little secrets like that.”

“You’re going to wear my cum around tomorrow then?” Ramon asked.

“You put it anywhere you want on me. I just want that hard cock in my pussy first. If you can get me off, then you can cum on me anywhere you like.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“So, what are you waiting for?” I challenged him.

“Challenge accepted,” he replied as his cock penetrated me. I was turned around as I spoke with him, but my head whipped forward as his cock thrust back into me and I helplessly moaned, gripping the headboard for support as Ramon began pounding my pussy.

“Oh God, I’ve been wanting this so bad,” I admitted.

“Now I know how you really are, Diana.“

“Oh, Ramon. I love how you feel inside me.”

“You like that? You like that cock in your pussy?” he implored me.

“Harder,” I encouraged him. “Give it to me harder.”

Ramon was pounding himself into me with such ferocity, almost as if he was punishing me, but I was in ecstasy. I was supercharged, my arousal in overdrive as my juices flew off me and splattered all over.

“Oh God, that’s it, just like that. Give it to me,” I begged him, desperate for him to deliver me to another orgasm.

Ramon slapped my ass. “You nasty slut. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

“Oh, it feels so good. I love it, God help me.”

“You like that cock right in your pussy, don’t you?”

“I need it. I need that cock!” I shouted out.

Ramon’s hand gripped my waist, and he crudely slid me back and forth along his shaft. I cried out in pleasure, his cock reaching deep inside me and my tits swinging wildly with each deep thrust.

I was losing all sense of space and time, lost in a world of my impending orgasm. It loomed over me like a tidal wave, and I was defenseless to stop it, but I didn’t want to stop it. Ramon kept ramming me, and I shrieked so loudly, I was surprised no glass was broken.

Ramon released my hips briefly from his grip as my body convulsed and my upper body collapsed on the bed in orgasm. As soon as I raised my head up to take a deep breath, however, his hands returned on my hips, and he started pounding me again.

“Again?” I cried in disbelief.

“Buckle up. Besides, I thought you couldn’t get enough. Are you tapping out?”

“Give it to me,” I said with resolve. “If you can dish it out, I can take it.”

My challenge only fueled Ramon’s determination as he proceeded to fuck me harder and harder, his body slamming so violently into mine that the headboard loudly banged against the wall with the newlyweds right next door. I could only imagine what they were thinking, but I loved every second of it. I loved the feel of his cock practically splitting me in two. I loved the feel of his balls swinging into my clit as he bottomed out on me. His hands grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I turned my head, and we locked eyes in a gaze, my breath heavy, my chest heaving, as I cried out in passion. I orgasmed again, turning away as I buried my face in a pillow and whimpered in uncontrollable pleasure, squealing in delight.

I was in ecstasy, and I contracted my pussy again, tightening myself around Ramon’s cock at the same time as I squeezed my legs together, and Ramon suddenly pushed me to the side and rolled me over.

He quickly sat on top of me as I lay on my back, and my hands reached for his cock. I knew he was close, and it only took one quick jerk on his cock, his shaft glistening in my juices, and then his cum shot forth, the first volley landing on my bottom lip and trailing down my chin and down to my tits. The other streams were less intense, and they dribbled down onto my tits as Ramon looked down on me with a wide smile on his face.

“Are you going to spread my cum all over your tits and wear it when you leave tomorrow?” he asked.

I seductively licked his cum off my bottom lips, savoring the taste of his cum on my tongue yet again. With one hand, I wiped the cum off my chin and licked it off my finger. With my other hand, I spread his warm, sticky cum all over my tits, his cum shining with a certain glow in the room’s dim lighting.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked as I pressed my breasts forward, a layer of his cum coating my tits.

Ramon just shook his head in disbelief.

“Remember, I still have a reputation to uphold, so keep this between us,” I said with a smile.

Ramon had to return to his room so he could catch some rest before having to work in the morning to unload all the luggage from the ship as everyone deboarded.

I stepped out into the hallway as he exited my room, and my newlywed neighbors just happened to leave their room at the same time.

I watched their eyes as they noticed Ramon’s disheveled hair and my half-dressed appearance and realized what must have transpired in my room. They gasped audibly before collecting themselves.

“It’s a bit of a late night for you, isn’t it?” the bride asked Ramon.

“Ramon, his name is Ramon,” I said, correcting them.

“Late-night luggage emergency?” the bride sarcastically asked me.

“I required some special services,” I replied cryptically.

Both newlywed’s eyes lit up at my response.

“We could hear you in there. You should be ashamed of yourself, carrying on like that. Men coming and going at all hours,” the bride admonished me.

“Now honey, who are we to judge?” the husband intervened.

The wife slapped him across the face. “What the hell, Brad. You’ve been fascinated by this whore staying next to us all week. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want to sleep with her more than me.”

“Well, honey, we’re on our honeymoon. I mean, we saved ourselves for marriage, but we made love twice, but since then, you’re always tired, you’re – “

Brad stopped short. His bride was furious, her eyes livid.

“Is that all you care about? Sex?” she cried out in exasperation.

“No, but we saved ourselves, and you promised once we’re married, it wouldn’t be a sin anymore, and I thought we’d, you know.”

“What, you thought I’d be like this slut who just spreads her legs at a moment’s notice?”

Ramon quietly slipped away amidst their hallway drama as the newlyweds descended into a screaming match.

“I wish you a happy and joyous lifetime of marriage,” I said simply as I bowed and then returned to my room. They stopped arguing for a second, the bride’s eyes full of fury and hatred for me, but the husband’s eyes almost pleading for me to save him, but, alas, there was nothing I could do for him.

******

Come the morning, I had my bags packed and ready to go. We had magically arrived back at our home port, and though I was sad to see my cruise adventure come to an end, I had to admit it felt good to be returning home.

Ramon had my bags loaded on a dolly.

“I trust you had a good time aboard our cruise, ma’am,” he asked very professionally, although his eyes threw me a wink.

“The service has a nice personal touch. The crew really go above and beyond their job duties.”

Just then the newlyweds stepped out again. The bride looked tired and defeated. The husband’s face seemed to brighten as he caught sight of me.

He looked me over for a moment, and then he asked, “I guess you must’ve forgotten to use sunscreen. It looks like maybe some skin is flaking off,” he said as he pointed at my chest.

I looked down and realized he was pointing to some of Ramon’s cum that had dried up on me.

“Silly me,” I replied. “I should be more careful. I suppose now I’ll just have to parade around all day looking like this. How dreadful.”

Ramon realized what it was, and he just laughed as he started pushing my bags down the hall as we left to depart the cruise.

*****

The end.