u/cocky_raccoon05

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I had recently started a new job, and one of the perks offered was that top performers could win an all expenses paid cruise to the Bahamas. To my surprise, I found myself a winner in my very first year. Which is how I found myself solo on a cruise with a group of coworkers I didn't know very well, most of whom were traveling with either spouses or their families. I got the sense that as one of the only singles I would be spending a good chunk of the voyage alone, not that I was complaining necessarily.

I decided at the time to keep an open mind, make the best of it, and maybe even meet someone new. Worst case scenario was enjoying the sun and the free food and drinks and coming home with a sunburn and a hangover.  Best case scenario - well even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have expected what was about to happen.

It started the first evening. A dinner for the full team was arranged, with speeches about productivity and rewards for hard work and all that good stuff. Luckily that was the only work related event, the rest of the trip was ours to enjoy on our own schedules. We wrapped up late and most people headed to their rooms.

It was too late to do much of anything else but too early to go to bed. I wandered the ship for a while before deciding to check out one of the bars on deck. I took a seat at the polished wood bar and ordered a beer. I watched a basketball game while observing the crowd around me. Most people were clearly couples. Being single and in my thirties definitely made me the odd man out but I was determined not to let it ruin my fun. It wasn't long before my luck changed for the better.

A petite, attractive woman approached and slid into the seat next to mine. I pegged her as a few years younger than me. She had auburn hair, big dark eyes, and a cute, round face. The corner of her lips were always curled up as if there was a joke that only she was aware of. She was wearing a blue dress that clung to her curves, with a keyhole opening in the front providing a viewing window to her generous cleavage. She was well into the D-cup range and her small frame made them look even bigger. It was hard to keep from staring.

She smiled up at me and I saw an opening. "Can I buy you a drink?" I asked. Not the most original opener I suppose. But some things are classics for a reason. And her choice of a seat next to me in a nearly empty bar hardly seemed coincidental.

The corner of her lip lifted even higher into a smirk and she raised an eyebrow. "I thought this ship was all inclusive? Aren't the drinks free?" She had a soft voice to compliment her soft features and a hint of a southern accent that I couldn't quite place. It was pretty damn sexy though, wherever it was from.

"Yeah but I will be honest, I'd still like credit for the suggestion."

She laughed. "A margarita then." Her cleavage caught the corner of my eye again as she leaned forward to grab the drink. Soft, pale skin squeezed into a tight dress. And a hint of something else, a tattoo maybe, just peeking around the corner of her dress's keyhole. "Cheers," she said as she raised her drink. I was a bit disappointed to see a wedding ring glitter as she raised her hand.

"Cheers," I said and took a drink. "My name is Bryan by the way."

"M," she said. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. She turned toward me and I felt her knee touch mine. The dress had ridden up,  revealing a long expanse of soft, smooth thigh. I didn't pull away and let her knee rest against mine. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I could already feel myself getting turned on.

"Like the secret agent?" I asked. "Are you James Bond's boss? You don't sound very British but maybe that's part of the disguise."

She rolled her eyes. "Em. Big E, little m. And I have a lot of secrets, but that isn't one of them."

"Oh, really? I wouldn't mind uncovering some of your mysteries." What I really wanted to uncover was her body, but I left that unsaid for the moment. I placed my hand on her knee. Her skin felt good under my hand, soft and warm. I realized I was being a bit risky with a married woman. But the signals she was giving me made me think she wouldn't be offended.

I was right. She brought her drink to her lips and slowly took the straw between her lips. She made a show of pursing her lips and taking a long drink while she slightly parted her legs, giving me more access to her thigh. Fuck she felt good. She looked good, smelled good. It was all I could do to stop myself from groping her right here in the bar. An older couple walked by behind us and she pulled her leg away from me a bit. I took a breath and a drink to control myself.

"Well I am not opposed to revealing a few of my secrets," she said. "If I find someone worth sharing them with." Her eyes slid down my chest to my waist and then back up to my face as she said that and I felt my chest tighten. Not to mention the tightness in my pants. She wasn't wasting any time.

We talked for a while, Em getting giggly and quickly tipsy. The conversation stayed light, mostly focused on vacation plans and a bit about work. I was enjoying this even if I wasn't sure it would lead to anything. After all, she was here with her husband right? Maybe she just liked the attention of flirting with strangers.

It was well past 1:00 when she finished her last drink. "I hate to cut this short but I should be getting back." She paused, as if considering something. She looked me up and down a second time. It wasn't exactly subtle. But I had hardly been subtle with her so I suppose we were even. I almost felt like I was being evaluated. A nice guy to converse with at the bar? Or perhaps something more? "Will you walk me to my room?" She finally asked. She fluttered her eyelids and twirled her hair as she asked, and I would have done just about anything she suggested in that moment.

I couldn't help notice that didn't provide an opening for me to invite her to my room. But it was better than goodbye. "Of course," I said, taking her arm and leading her out of the bar and onto the deck. She swayed slightly against me, from the tequila, the rocking of the boat, or both.

It was pretty deserted this late, and she pressed into me as if she was cold. I took the long way around for no reason other than not wanting this walk to end. This part of the boat was deserted at this hour. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, but I can't promise I will answer," she said.

"Is there something written on your chest?" I blurted out. I never would have said anything if I was sober. But I was dying to know and this would probably be my only chance to ask. It had been bugging me since she sat down.

She burst out laughing but fortunately didn't seem offended. "You've been staring at my tits, haven't you?" She teased. She looked each way and then hooked the edges of the keyhole with two fingers from each hand and gently pulled the fabric apart, enlarging the opening. I took in the view. Besides getting a closer look at her big boobs, I could see that there was in fact writing on there. "What do you see?" She asked quietly, leaning forward.

"Something's written but I can't tell what." I grinned. Between the booze, the rocking of the ship, and the excitement of what we were doing, my head was spinning. I wasn't going to make this too easy for her. I wanted more. "I think I need a closer look "

Without looking away from my eyes, she slowly reached behind her neck. She was biting her lip again in that way that made my heart pound. She unzipped the back of her dress and then brought her hands around to grip the top of the neckline. Slowly she lowered it. Inch by inch her magnificent breasts were revealed to me. My cock swelled in my pants, straining against the fabric. She stopped just above her nipples. I could see the edges of her pink areolas peeking over the top of the silky blue fabric.

The writing was revealed now. The word CUM written in marker across her right breast and the word SLUT across the left. I swallowed. The vulgar language contrasted so much with her innocent looking exterior. Secrets indeed. She was blushing, the red spreading from her cheeks down her chest. Despite her outward confidence, I detected a nervousness between the surface. I didn't think many people got to see this side of her. This was a special side of her. Maybe a new kink. Maybe just a hidden one.

I picked my jaw up from the floor. I swallowed. I wasn't quite sure the proper response to the situation. What do you say when a woman you just met shows you her big tits in public and reveals to a stranger that she is a CUM SLUT?

I licked my lips. "Is it true?" I took a step forward, closing the distance.

"What?"

"What it says."

"That I'm a cum slut?" She asked quietly. The words sounded so dirty coming out of her sweet looking mouth. So vulgar on her soft voice yet somehow they fit perfectly.

I reached out slowly. I put my hands on her dress and pulled it down, tits finally springing free unencumbered. I took one in each hand, two large handfuls. My thumbs found her nipples and rubbed them softly at first, then harder.

She took a deep shuddering breath at my touch. "I guess it's true," she whispered. "Sometimes at least."

I took a nipple into each hand and pinched, then twisted. She shuddered under my touch but learned into me. She looked me in the eyes, neck craned up to where I towered over her. She was inches away from me now, head rocked back.

"Prove it," I challenged.

She licked her lips and slowly sank to her knees in front of me. As she moved her hands traced down my chest and stomach to the front of my pants. She rubbed my cock, which was already pressing hard against my pants, in her small hand. Looking quickly both ways to ensure we were alone, she undid my belt buckle. She unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid my pants and underwear down my thighs. Her eyes were wide as my cock was revealed inch by inch. When she finally dragged the waistband past my thick head she gasped as it popped free. Already rock hard and pointed straight at her face.

"Is all of this for me?" She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it softly. Her touch was teasing, feather light. She found my balls and rubbed them with her fingernails while her other hand stroked me slowly. Her eyes were wide, focused on her task. My cock was throbbing. Every vein was pulsing with arousal, the head engorged and already leaking.

Her tongue slipped out between her pretty lips and swirled around the head of my cock. She sucked the precum off the tip, moaning as the salty taste hit her tongue. She moved her head down between my legs and I felt a tongue on my balls. She lifted my dick up slightly for access as she licked and sucked all around them. Finally she stuck her tongue out wide and licked me slowly from balls to tip. Her eyes were locked on mine in the moonlight as she massaged the underside of my engorged cock with her tongue.

When she reached the top, she immediately slid me into her mouth. Kneeling in front of me, she took my thick shaft into her eager mouth. Her tongue teased me while her lips wrapped around me. One hand made a ring around the base of my shaft, stroking in unison with her lips.

"Good girl," I gasped. Fuck her mouth felt good. Warm and soft and wet. I laced my fingers into her hair and pushed her head down further. "That feels so fucking good," I groaned. The praise made her bob her head more enthusiastically, making little moans each time my cock hit the back of her throat. Her tits bounced with each movement of her head. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her big tits and thick thighs on display for my viewing pleasure. "Play with your clit," I ordered as I gripped her head tighter and my cock pressed deeper into her throat.

Obediently, she spread her legs wider, rocking back slightly on her heels. She wasn't wearing any panties and I could see her bare pussy lips glistening with arousal as she began to rub herself. She was shaved bald. Her hips began to rock slightly against her hand as she rubbed herself. Her hand moved faster now, her intense arousal obvious to see. This was turning her on as much as me, and I was more turned on than I had been in years. She slid two fingers into herself and started fucking herself faster. Two fingers buried inside and a thumb on her clit. Her hips rocking against her hand.

I stole a quick glance left and right. The deck was still deserted, the only sounds the distant waves and the slurping of her lips on my shaft, the squishing sounds of her fingers working in and out. If anyone came by it would be impossible to hide what was happening which made the whole thing even more exciting despite the risk. Or maybe because of it.

She swayed slightly, losing her balance and I took her head in both hands to steady her on her heels. She looked up at me, wide eyed, eager. Excited. Her eyes begged for more. I looked down at her dripping pussy. I desperately wanted to fuck her, to feel myself slide inside her, but I was well aware that might be too far at this point. After all we had just met an hour ago and here she was expertly sucking my cock

I settled for fucking her face instead. Taking her head in both hands, I started thrusting into her mouth. Not as deep as before but faster, harder. I was in control now, using her mouth for my pleasure. She egged me on with her eyes, begging for more. She made little moaning sounds each time I hammered into her mouth. Her hand was pumping her soaking pussy even faster than I was pumping into her wet lips. Her hand was a blur. Her legs were spread wide. Her body began to tense, knees trembling. She would have collapsed to the deck if I wasn't holding her up by the head.

"Fucking hell. You dirty girl. Cum for me you little cum slut!" My voice sounded loud in the night silence. But she responded right away. She moaned around my cock as her body exploded into orgasm. She rubbed her clit fast and hard as she came, the thickness of my shaft muffling her moans. I had obviously never seen her cum before but her orgasm seemed intense. Every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

I could feel my own balls tightening and I let my cock slide out of her mouth. She sank to her knees, gasping for air. "Squeeze your tits together," I said as I stroked my glistening cock. Immediately, she obeyed. I stroked over her, aiming at the words CUM SLUT written across her DD cups. I was about to make the promise of those words into fact.

She looked up at me, big tits squeezed together. Eyes wide. She stuck her tongue out. "Give it to me," she said and I obliged. Cum exploded out of my cock, making a mess of her big tits. I shot rope after rope on her massive chest, stray shots landing on her neck or dripping down onto her exposed thighs. I pumped my cum onto her, groaning as each blast of cum exploded onto her waiting body. Sadly none hit her lips but I lowered my cock to her and she licked the last drop off the tip of my shaft.

Finally it was done and I leaned back against the wall, catching my breath. She was breathing hard, sinking deeper onto her knees. We sat like that for a while savoring the excitement of what had just happened. I knew I would be replaying this scene in my mind many times so I tried to remember every detail.

Finally she started to get to her feet and I helped her up. Her hair and makeup were a mess. Her legs were wet and her chest was covered in thick white cum. She looked beautiful. I wondered how we would clean up, with no towels available. But she simply lifted her dress back up and fastened it into place. Cum stained the blue fabric, bleeding through. She smiled. "Will you walk me to my room, sir?"

"Of course." I took her by the arm, leading her down the deserted halls. I hoped no one would pass by, because it would be hard to hide what had happened in her current state. Her dress was covered. The smell of cum, both of ours, wafted off her. Luckily we arrived without incident. "That was... Fun," I said, struggling to find the right word.

"Mmm hmmm," she said, looking up at me. Her eyes twinkled. The moment lingered. "This is the part where you ask for my number," she suggested, breaking the silence.

I smiled, handing her my phone so she could enter it. She entered it under the name Mysterious M and handed it back to me. "You're deleting that before we dock, OK?" She knocked softly on the door of her room.

"Of course." I leaned in and kissed her. Out tongues twisted together as the door opened. Her husband was on the other side, presumably eager to find out what she had been up to tonight. I figured she had quite a story to tell. "Good night,"

"Good night," she said sweetly, looking back over her shoulder. "I think this is going to be a very fun vacation," she giggled as she closed the door behind her. 

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I had recently started a new job, and one of the perks offered was that top performers could win an all expenses paid cruise to the Bahamas. To my surprise, I found myself a winner in my very first year. Which is how I found myself solo on a cruise with a group of coworkers I didn't know very well, most of whom were traveling with either spouses or their families. I got the sense that as one of the only singles I would be spending a good chunk of the voyage alone, not that I was complaining necessarily.

I decided at the time to keep an open mind, make the best of it, and maybe even meet someone new. Worst case scenario was enjoying the sun and the free food and drinks and coming home with a sunburn and a hangover.  Best case scenario - well even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have expected what was about to happen.

It started the first evening. A dinner for the full team was arranged, with speeches about productivity and rewards for hard work and all that good stuff. Luckily that was the only work related event, the rest of the trip was ours to enjoy on our own schedules. We wrapped up late and most people headed to their rooms.

It was too late to do much of anything else but too early to go to bed. I wandered the ship for a while before deciding to check out one of the bars on deck. I took a seat at the polished wood bar and ordered a beer. I watched a basketball game while observing the crowd around me. Most people were clearly couples. Being single and in my thirties definitely made me the odd man out but I was determined not to let it ruin my fun. It wasn't long before my luck changed for the better.

A petite, attractive woman approached and slid into the seat next to mine. I pegged her as a few years younger than me. She had auburn hair, big dark eyes, and a cute, round face. The corner of her lips were always curled up as if there was a joke that only she was aware of. She was wearing a blue dress that clung to her curves, with a keyhole opening in the front providing a viewing window to her generous cleavage. She was well into the D-cup range and her small frame made them look even bigger. It was hard to keep from staring.

She smiled up at me and I saw an opening. "Can I buy you a drink?" I asked. Not the most original opener I suppose. But some things are classics for a reason. And her choice of a seat next to me in a nearly empty bar hardly seemed coincidental.

The corner of her lip lifted even higher into a smirk and she raised an eyebrow. "I thought this ship was all inclusive? Aren't the drinks free?" She had a soft voice to compliment her soft features and a hint of a southern accent that I couldn't quite place. It was pretty damn sexy though, wherever it was from.

"Yeah but I will be honest, I'd still like credit for the suggestion."

She laughed. "A margarita then." Her cleavage caught the corner of my eye again as she leaned forward to grab the drink. Soft, pale skin squeezed into a tight dress. And a hint of something else, a tattoo maybe, just peeking around the corner of her dress's keyhole. "Cheers," she said as she raised her drink. I was a bit disappointed to see a wedding ring glitter as she raised her hand.

"Cheers," I said and took a drink. "My name is Bryan by the way."

"M," she said. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. She turned toward me and I felt her knee touch mine. The dress had ridden up,  revealing a long expanse of soft, smooth thigh. I didn't pull away and let her knee rest against mine. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I could already feel myself getting turned on.

"Like the secret agent?" I asked. "Are you James Bond's boss? You don't sound very British but maybe that's part of the disguise."

She rolled her eyes. "Em. Big E, little m. And I have a lot of secrets, but that isn't one of them."

"Oh, really? I wouldn't mind uncovering some of your mysteries." What I really wanted to uncover was her body, but I left that unsaid for the moment. I placed my hand on her knee. Her skin felt good under my hand, soft and warm. I realized I was being a bit risky with a married woman. But the signals she was giving me made me think she wouldn't be offended.

I was right. She brought her drink to her lips and slowly took the straw between her lips. She made a show of pursing her lips and taking a long drink while she slightly parted her legs, giving me more access to her thigh. Fuck she felt good. She looked good, smelled good. It was all I could do to stop myself from groping her right here in the bar. An older couple walked by behind us and she pulled her leg away from me a bit. I took a breath and a drink to control myself.

"Well I am not opposed to revealing a few of my secrets," she said. "If I find someone worth sharing them with." Her eyes slid down my chest to my waist and then back up to my face as she said that and I felt my chest tighten. Not to mention the tightness in my pants. She wasn't wasting any time.

We talked for a while, Em getting giggly and quickly tipsy. The conversation stayed light, mostly focused on vacation plans and a bit about work. I was enjoying this even if I wasn't sure it would lead to anything. After all, she was here with her husband right? Maybe she just liked the attention of flirting with strangers.

It was well past 1:00 when she finished her last drink. "I hate to cut this short but I should be getting back." She paused, as if considering something. She looked me up and down a second time. It wasn't exactly subtle. But I had hardly been subtle with her so I suppose we were even. I almost felt like I was being evaluated. A nice guy to converse with at the bar? Or perhaps something more? "Will you walk me to my room?" She finally asked. She fluttered her eyelids and twirled her hair as she asked, and I would have done just about anything she suggested in that moment.

I couldn't help notice that didn't provide an opening for me to invite her to my room. But it was better than goodbye. "Of course," I said, taking her arm and leading her out of the bar and onto the deck. She swayed slightly against me, from the tequila, the rocking of the boat, or both.

It was pretty deserted this late, and she pressed into me as if she was cold. I took the long way around for no reason other than not wanting this walk to end. This part of the boat was deserted at this hour. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, but I can't promise I will answer," she said.

"Is there something written on your chest?" I blurted out. I never would have said anything if I was sober. But I was dying to know and this would probably be my only chance to ask. It had been bugging me since she sat down.

She burst out laughing but fortunately didn't seem offended. "You've been staring at my tits, haven't you?" She teased. She looked each way and then hooked the edges of the keyhole with two fingers from each hand and gently pulled the fabric apart, enlarging the opening. I took in the view. Besides getting a closer look at her big boobs, I could see that there was in fact writing on there. "What do you see?" She asked quietly, leaning forward.

"Something's written but I can't tell what." I grinned. Between the booze, the rocking of the ship, and the excitement of what we were doing, my head was spinning. I wasn't going to make this too easy for her. I wanted more. "I think I need a closer look "

Without looking away from my eyes, she slowly reached behind her neck. She was biting her lip again in that way that made my heart pound. She unzipped the back of her dress and then brought her hands around to grip the top of the neckline. Slowly she lowered it. Inch by inch her magnificent breasts were revealed to me. My cock swelled in my pants, straining against the fabric. She stopped just above her nipples. I could see the edges of her pink areolas peeking over the top of the silky blue fabric.

The writing was revealed now. The word CUM written in marker across her right breast and the word SLUT across the left. I swallowed. The vulgar language contrasted so much with her innocent looking exterior. Secrets indeed. She was blushing, the red spreading from her cheeks down her chest. Despite her outward confidence, I detected a nervousness between the surface. I didn't think many people got to see this side of her. This was a special side of her. Maybe a new kink. Maybe just a hidden one.

I picked my jaw up from the floor. I swallowed. I wasn't quite sure the proper response to the situation. What do you say when a woman you just met shows you her big tits in public and reveals to a stranger that she is a CUM SLUT?

I licked my lips. "Is it true?" I took a step forward, closing the distance.

"What?"

"What it says."

"That I'm a cum slut?" She asked quietly. The words sounded so dirty coming out of her sweet looking mouth. So vulgar on her soft voice yet somehow they fit perfectly.

I reached out slowly. I put my hands on her dress and pulled it down, tits finally springing free unencumbered. I took one in each hand, two large handfuls. My thumbs found her nipples and rubbed them softly at first, then harder.

She took a deep shuddering breath at my touch. "I guess it's true," she whispered. "Sometimes at least."

I took a nipple into each hand and pinched, then twisted. She shuddered under my touch but learned into me. She looked me in the eyes, neck craned up to where I towered over her. She was inches away from me now, head rocked back.

"Prove it," I challenged.

She licked her lips and slowly sank to her knees in front of me. As she moved her hands traced down my chest and stomach to the front of my pants. She rubbed my cock, which was already pressing hard against my pants, in her small hand. Looking quickly both ways to ensure we were alone, she undid my belt buckle. She unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid my pants and underwear down my thighs. Her eyes were wide as my cock was revealed inch by inch. When she finally dragged the waistband past my thick head she gasped as it popped free. Already rock hard and pointed straight at her face.

"Is all of this for me?" She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it softly. Her touch was teasing, feather light. She found my balls and rubbed them with her fingernails while her other hand stroked me slowly. Her eyes were wide, focused on her task. My cock was throbbing. Every vein was pulsing with arousal, the head engorged and already leaking.

Her tongue slipped out between her pretty lips and swirled around the head of my cock. She sucked the precum off the tip, moaning as the salty taste hit her tongue. She moved her head down between my legs and I felt a tongue on my balls. She lifted my dick up slightly for access as she licked and sucked all around them. Finally she stuck her tongue out wide and licked me slowly from balls to tip. Her eyes were locked on mine in the moonlight as she massaged the underside of my engorged cock with her tongue.

When she reached the top, she immediately slid me into her mouth. Kneeling in front of me, she took my thick shaft into her eager mouth. Her tongue teased me while her lips wrapped around me. One hand made a ring around the base of my shaft, stroking in unison with her lips.

"Good girl," I gasped. Fuck her mouth felt good. Warm and soft and wet. I laced my fingers into her hair and pushed her head down further. "That feels so fucking good," I groaned. The praise made her bob her head more enthusiastically, making little moans each time my cock hit the back of her throat. Her tits bounced with each movement of her head. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her big tits and thick thighs on display for my viewing pleasure. "Play with your clit," I ordered as I gripped her head tighter and my cock pressed deeper into her throat.

Obediently, she spread her legs wider, rocking back slightly on her heels. She wasn't wearing any panties and I could see her bare pussy lips glistening with arousal as she began to rub herself. She was shaved bald. Her hips began to rock slightly against her hand as she rubbed herself. Her hand moved faster now, her intense arousal obvious to see. This was turning her on as much as me, and I was more turned on than I had been in years. She slid two fingers into herself and started fucking herself faster. Two fingers buried inside and a thumb on her clit. Her hips rocking against her hand.

I stole a quick glance left and right. The deck was still deserted, the only sounds the distant waves and the slurping of her lips on my shaft, the squishing sounds of her fingers working in and out. If anyone came by it would be impossible to hide what was happening which made the whole thing even more exciting despite the risk. Or maybe because of it.

She swayed slightly, losing her balance and I took her head in both hands to steady her on her heels. She looked up at me, wide eyed, eager. Excited. Her eyes begged for more. I looked down at her dripping pussy. I desperately wanted to fuck her, to feel myself slide inside her, but I was well aware that might be too far at this point. After all we had just met an hour ago and here she was expertly sucking my cock

I settled for fucking her face instead. Taking her head in both hands, I started thrusting into her mouth. Not as deep as before but faster, harder. I was in control now, using her mouth for my pleasure. She egged me on with her eyes, begging for more. She made little moaning sounds each time I hammered into her mouth. Her hand was pumping her soaking pussy even faster than I was pumping into her wet lips. Her hand was a blur. Her legs were spread wide. Her body began to tense, knees trembling. She would have collapsed to the deck if I wasn't holding her up by the head.

"Fucking hell. You dirty girl. Cum for me you little cum slut!" My voice sounded loud in the night silence. But she responded right away. She moaned around my cock as her body exploded into orgasm. She rubbed her clit fast and hard as she came, the thickness of my shaft muffling her moans. I had obviously never seen her cum before but her orgasm seemed intense. Every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

I could feel my own balls tightening and I let my cock slide out of her mouth. She sank to her knees, gasping for air. "Squeeze your tits together," I said as I stroked my glistening cock. Immediately, she obeyed. I stroked over her, aiming at the words CUM SLUT written across her DD cups. I was about to make the promise of those words into fact.

She looked up at me, big tits squeezed together. Eyes wide. She stuck her tongue out. "Give it to me," she said and I obliged. Cum exploded out of my cock, making a mess of her big tits. I shot rope after rope on her massive chest, stray shots landing on her neck or dripping down onto her exposed thighs. I pumped my cum onto her, groaning as each blast of cum exploded onto her waiting body. Sadly none hit her lips but I lowered my cock to her and she licked the last drop off the tip of my shaft.

Finally it was done and I leaned back against the wall, catching my breath. She was breathing hard, sinking deeper onto her knees. We sat like that for a while savoring the excitement of what had just happened. I knew I would be replaying this scene in my mind many times so I tried to remember every detail.

Finally she started to get to her feet and I helped her up. Her hair and makeup were a mess. Her legs were wet and her chest was covered in thick white cum. She looked beautiful. I wondered how we would clean up, with no towels available. But she simply lifted her dress back up and fastened it into place. Cum stained the blue fabric, bleeding through. She smiled. "Will you walk me to my room, sir?"

"Of course." I took her by the arm, leading her down the deserted halls. I hoped no one would pass by, because it would be hard to hide what had happened in her current state. Her dress was covered. The smell of cum, both of ours, wafted off her. Luckily we arrived without incident. "That was... Fun," I said, struggling to find the right word.

"Mmm hmmm," she said, looking up at me. Her eyes twinkled. The moment lingered. "This is the part where you ask for my number," she suggested, breaking the silence.

I smiled, handing her my phone so she could enter it. She entered it under the name Mysterious M and handed it back to me. "You're deleting that before we dock, OK?" She knocked softly on the door of her room.

"Of course." I leaned in and kissed her. Out tongues twisted together as the door opened. Her husband was on the other side, presumably eager to find out what she had been up to tonight. I figured she had quite a story to tell. "Good night,"

"Good night," she said sweetly, looking back over her shoulder. "I think this is going to be a very fun vacation," she giggled as she closed the door behind her. 

I had recently started a new job, and one of the perks offered was that top performers could win an all expenses paid cruise to the Bahamas. To my surprise, I found myself a winner in my very first year. Which is how I found myself solo on a cruise with a group of coworkers I didn't know very well, most of whom were traveling with either spouses or their families. I got the sense that as one of the only singles I would be spending a good chunk of the voyage alone, not that I was complaining necessarily.

I decided at the time to keep an open mind, make the best of it, and maybe even meet someone new. Worst case scenario was enjoying the sun and the free food and drinks and coming home with a sunburn and a hangover.  Best case scenario - well even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have expected what was about to happen.

It started the first evening. A dinner for the full team was arranged, with speeches about productivity and rewards for hard work and all that good stuff. Luckily that was the only work related event, the rest of the trip was ours to enjoy on our own schedules. We wrapped up late and most people headed to their rooms.

It was too late to do much of anything else but too early to go to bed. I wandered the ship for a while before deciding to check out one of the bars on deck. I took a seat at the polished wood bar and ordered a beer. I watched a basketball game while observing the crowd around me. Most people were clearly couples. Being single and in my thirties definitely made me the odd man out but I was determined not to let it ruin my fun. It wasn't long before my luck changed for the better.

A petite, attractive woman approached and slid into the seat next to mine. I pegged her as a few years younger than me. She had auburn hair, big dark eyes, and a cute, round face. The corner of her lips were always curled up as if there was a joke that only she was aware of. She was wearing a blue dress that clung to her curves, with a keyhole opening in the front providing a viewing window to her generous cleavage. She was well into the D-cup range and her small frame made them look even bigger. It was hard to keep from staring.

She smiled up at me and I saw an opening. "Can I buy you a drink?" I asked. Not the most original opener I suppose. But some things are classics for a reason. And her choice of a seat next to me in a nearly empty bar hardly seemed coincidental.

The corner of her lip lifted even higher into a smirk and she raised an eyebrow. "I thought this ship was all inclusive? Aren't the drinks free?" She had a soft voice to compliment her soft features and a hint of a southern accent that I couldn't quite place. It was pretty damn sexy though, wherever it was from.

"Yeah but I will be honest, I'd still like credit for the suggestion."

She laughed. "A margarita then." Her cleavage caught the corner of my eye again as she leaned forward to grab the drink. Soft, pale skin squeezed into a tight dress. And a hint of something else, a tattoo maybe, just peeking around the corner of her dress's keyhole. "Cheers," she said as she raised her drink. I was a bit disappointed to see a wedding ring glitter as she raised her hand.

"Cheers," I said and took a drink. "My name is Bryan by the way."

"M," she said. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. She turned toward me and I felt her knee touch mine. The dress had ridden up,  revealing a long expanse of soft, smooth thigh. I didn't pull away and let her knee rest against mine. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I could already feel myself getting turned on.

"Like the secret agent?" I asked. "Are you James Bond's boss? You don't sound very British but maybe that's part of the disguise."

She rolled her eyes. "Em. Big E, little m. And I have a lot of secrets, but that isn't one of them."

"Oh, really? I wouldn't mind uncovering some of your mysteries." What I really wanted to uncover was her body, but I left that unsaid for the moment. I placed my hand on her knee. Her skin felt good under my hand, soft and warm. I realized I was being a bit risky with a married woman. But the signals she was giving me made me think she wouldn't be offended.

I was right. She brought her drink to her lips and slowly took the straw between her lips. She made a show of pursing her lips and taking a long drink while she slightly parted her legs, giving me more access to her thigh. Fuck she felt good. She looked good, smelled good. It was all I could do to stop myself from groping her right here in the bar. An older couple walked by behind us and she pulled her leg away from me a bit. I took a breath and a drink to control myself.

"Well I am not opposed to revealing a few of my secrets," she said. "If I find someone worth sharing them with." Her eyes slid down my chest to my waist and then back up to my face as she said that and I felt my chest tighten. Not to mention the tightness in my pants. She wasn't wasting any time.

We talked for a while, Em getting giggly and quickly tipsy. The conversation stayed light, mostly focused on vacation plans and a bit about work. I was enjoying this even if I wasn't sure it would lead to anything. After all, she was here with her husband right? Maybe she just liked the attention of flirting with strangers.

It was well past 1:00 when she finished her last drink. "I hate to cut this short but I should be getting back." She paused, as if considering something. She looked me up and down a second time. It wasn't exactly subtle. But I had hardly been subtle with her so I suppose we were even. I almost felt like I was being evaluated. A nice guy to converse with at the bar? Or perhaps something more? "Will you walk me to my room?" She finally asked. She fluttered her eyelids and twirled her hair as she asked, and I would have done just about anything she suggested in that moment.

I couldn't help notice that didn't provide an opening for me to invite her to my room. But it was better than goodbye. "Of course," I said, taking her arm and leading her out of the bar and onto the deck. She swayed slightly against me, from the tequila, the rocking of the boat, or both.

It was pretty deserted this late, and she pressed into me as if she was cold. I took the long way around for no reason other than not wanting this walk to end. This part of the boat was deserted at this hour. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, but I can't promise I will answer," she said.

"Is there something written on your chest?" I blurted out. I never would have said anything if I was sober. But I was dying to know and this would probably be my only chance to ask. It had been bugging me since she sat down.

She burst out laughing but fortunately didn't seem offended. "You've been staring at my tits, haven't you?" She teased. She looked each way and then hooked the edges of the keyhole with two fingers from each hand and gently pulled the fabric apart, enlarging the opening. I took in the view. Besides getting a closer look at her big boobs, I could see that there was in fact writing on there. "What do you see?" She asked quietly, leaning forward.

"Something's written but I can't tell what." I grinned. Between the booze, the rocking of the ship, and the excitement of what we were doing, my head was spinning. I wasn't going to make this too easy for her. I wanted more. "I think I need a closer look "

Without looking away from my eyes, she slowly reached behind her neck. She was biting her lip again in that way that made my heart pound. She unzipped the back of her dress and then brought her hands around to grip the top of the neckline. Slowly she lowered it. Inch by inch her magnificent breasts were revealed to me. My cock swelled in my pants, straining against the fabric. She stopped just above her nipples. I could see the edges of her pink areolas peeking over the top of the silky blue fabric.

The writing was revealed now. The word CUM written in marker across her right breast and the word SLUT across the left. I swallowed. The vulgar language contrasted so much with her innocent looking exterior. Secrets indeed. She was blushing, the red spreading from her cheeks down her chest. Despite her outward confidence, I detected a nervousness between the surface. I didn't think many people got to see this side of her. This was a special side of her. Maybe a new kink. Maybe just a hidden one.

I picked my jaw up from the floor. I swallowed. I wasn't quite sure the proper response to the situation. What do you say when a woman you just met shows you her big tits in public and reveals to a stranger that she is a CUM SLUT?

I licked my lips. "Is it true?" I took a step forward, closing the distance.

"What?"

"What it says."

"That I'm a cum slut?" She asked quietly. The words sounded so dirty coming out of her sweet looking mouth. So vulgar on her soft voice yet somehow they fit perfectly.

I reached out slowly. I put my hands on her dress and pulled it down, tits finally springing free unencumbered. I took one in each hand, two large handfuls. My thumbs found her nipples and rubbed them softly at first, then harder.

She took a deep shuddering breath at my touch. "I guess it's true," she whispered. "Sometimes at least."

I took a nipple into each hand and pinched, then twisted. She shuddered under my touch but learned into me. She looked me in the eyes, neck craned up to where I towered over her. She was inches away from me now, head rocked back.

"Prove it," I challenged.

She licked her lips and slowly sank to her knees in front of me. As she moved her hands traced down my chest and stomach to the front of my pants. She rubbed my cock, which was already pressing hard against my pants, in her small hand. Looking quickly both ways to ensure we were alone, she undid my belt buckle. She unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid my pants and underwear down my thighs. Her eyes were wide as my cock was revealed inch by inch. When she finally dragged the waistband past my thick head she gasped as it popped free. Already rock hard and pointed straight at her face.

"Is all of this for me?" She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it softly. Her touch was teasing, feather light. She found my balls and rubbed them with her fingernails while her other hand stroked me slowly. Her eyes were wide, focused on her task. My cock was throbbing. Every vein was pulsing with arousal, the head engorged and already leaking.

Her tongue slipped out between her pretty lips and swirled around the head of my cock. She sucked the precum off the tip, moaning as the salty taste hit her tongue. She moved her head down between my legs and I felt a tongue on my balls. She lifted my dick up slightly for access as she licked and sucked all around them. Finally she stuck her tongue out wide and licked me slowly from balls to tip. Her eyes were locked on mine in the moonlight as she massaged the underside of my engorged cock with her tongue.

When she reached the top, she immediately slid me into her mouth. Kneeling in front of me, she took my thick shaft into her eager mouth. Her tongue teased me while her lips wrapped around me. One hand made a ring around the base of my shaft, stroking in unison with her lips.

"Good girl," I gasped. Fuck her mouth felt good. Warm and soft and wet. I laced my fingers into her hair and pushed her head down further. "That feels so fucking good," I groaned. The praise made her bob her head more enthusiastically, making little moans each time my cock hit the back of her throat. Her tits bounced with each movement of her head. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her big tits and thick thighs on display for my viewing pleasure. "Play with your clit," I ordered as I gripped her head tighter and my cock pressed deeper into her throat.

Obediently, she spread her legs wider, rocking back slightly on her heels. She wasn't wearing any panties and I could see her bare pussy lips glistening with arousal as she began to rub herself. She was shaved bald. Her hips began to rock slightly against her hand as she rubbed herself. Her hand moved faster now, her intense arousal obvious to see. This was turning her on as much as me, and I was more turned on than I had been in years. She slid two fingers into herself and started fucking herself faster. Two fingers buried inside and a thumb on her clit. Her hips rocking against her hand.

I stole a quick glance left and right. The deck was still deserted, the only sounds the distant waves and the slurping of her lips on my shaft, the squishing sounds of her fingers working in and out. If anyone came by it would be impossible to hide what was happening which made the whole thing even more exciting despite the risk. Or maybe because of it.

She swayed slightly, losing her balance and I took her head in both hands to steady her on her heels. She looked up at me, wide eyed, eager. Excited. Her eyes begged for more. I looked down at her dripping pussy. I desperately wanted to fuck her, to feel myself slide inside her, but I was well aware that might be too far at this point. After all we had just met an hour ago and here she was expertly sucking my cock

I settled for fucking her face instead. Taking her head in both hands, I started thrusting into her mouth. Not as deep as before but faster, harder. I was in control now, using her mouth for my pleasure. She egged me on with her eyes, begging for more. She made little moaning sounds each time I hammered into her mouth. Her hand was pumping her soaking pussy even faster than I was pumping into her wet lips. Her hand was a blur. Her legs were spread wide. Her body began to tense, knees trembling. She would have collapsed to the deck if I wasn't holding her up by the head.

"Fucking hell. You dirty girl. Cum for me you little cum slut!" My voice sounded loud in the night silence. But she responded right away. She moaned around my cock as her body exploded into orgasm. She rubbed her clit fast and hard as she came, the thickness of my shaft muffling her moans. I had obviously never seen her cum before but her orgasm seemed intense. Every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

I could feel my own balls tightening and I let my cock slide out of her mouth. She sank to her knees, gasping for air. "Squeeze your tits together," I said as I stroked my glistening cock. Immediately, she obeyed. I stroked over her, aiming at the words CUM SLUT written across her DD cups. I was about to make the promise of those words into fact.

She looked up at me, big tits squeezed together. Eyes wide. She stuck her tongue out. "Give it to me," she said and I obliged. Cum exploded out of my cock, making a mess of her big tits. I shot rope after rope on her massive chest, stray shots landing on her neck or dripping down onto her exposed thighs. I pumped my cum onto her, groaning as each blast of cum exploded onto her waiting body. Sadly none hit her lips but I lowered my cock to her and she licked the last drop off the tip of my shaft.

Finally it was done and I leaned back against the wall, catching my breath. She was breathing hard, sinking deeper onto her knees. We sat like that for a while savoring the excitement of what had just happened. I knew I would be replaying this scene in my mind many times so I tried to remember every detail.

Finally she started to get to her feet and I helped her up. Her hair and makeup were a mess. Her legs were wet and her chest was covered in thick white cum. She looked beautiful. I wondered how we would clean up, with no towels available. But she simply lifted her dress back up and fastened it into place. Cum stained the blue fabric, bleeding through. She smiled. "Will you walk me to my room, sir?"

"Of course." I took her by the arm, leading her down the deserted halls. I hoped no one would pass by, because it would be hard to hide what had happened in her current state. Her dress was covered. The smell of cum, both of ours, wafted off her. Luckily we arrived without incident. "That was... Fun," I said, struggling to find the right word.

"Mmm hmmm," she said, looking up at me. Her eyes twinkled. The moment lingered. "This is the part where you ask for my number," she suggested, breaking the silence.

I smiled, handing her my phone so she could enter it. She entered it under the name Mysterious M and handed it back to me. "You're deleting that before we dock, OK?" She knocked softly on the door of her room.

"Of course." I leaned in and kissed her. Out tongues twisted together as the door opened. Her husband was on the other side, presumably eager to find out what she had been up to tonight. I figured she had quite a story to tell. "Good night,"

"Good night," she said sweetly, looking back over her shoulder. "I think this is going to be a very fun vacation," she giggled as she closed the door behind her. 

It was too late to do much of anything else but too early to go to bed. I wandered the ship for a while before deciding to check out one of the bars on deck. I took a seat at the polished wood and ordered a beer. I watched a basketball game while observing the crowd around me. Most people were clearly couples. Being single and in my thirties definitely made me the off man out but I was determined not to let it ruin my fun.

A petite, attractive woman approached and slid into the seat next to mine. I pegged her as a few years younger than me. She had auburn hair, big, dark eyes, and a cute, round face. The corner of her lips were always curled up as if there was a joke that only she was aware of. She was wearing a blue dress that clung to her curves, with a keyhole opening in the front providing a viewing window to her generous cleavage. She was well into the D-cup range and her small frame made them look even bigger. It was hard to keep from staring.

She smiled and I saw an opening. "Can I buy you a drink?" I asked. Not the most original opener I suppose. But some things are classics for a reason. And her choice of a seat next to me in a nearly empty bar hardly seemed coincidental.

The corner of her lip lifted even higher into a smirk and she raised an eyebrow. "I thought this ship was all inclusive? Aren't the drinks free?" She had a soft voice to compliment her soft features and a hint of a southern accent that I couldn't quite place. It was pretty damn sexy though, wherever it was from.

"Yeah but I will be honest, I'd still like credit for the suggestion."

She laughed. "A margarita then." Her cleavage caught the corner of my eye again as she leaned forward to grab the drink. Soft, pale skin squeezed into a tight dress. And a hint of something else, a tattoo maybe, just peeking around the corner of her dress's keyhole. "Cheers," she said as she raised her drink. I was a bit disappointed to see a wedding ring glitter as she raised her hand.

"Cheers," I said and took a drink. "My name is Bryan by the way."

"M," she said. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. She turned toward me and I felt her knee touch mine. The dress had ridden up, bunched around her hips,  revealing a long expanse of soft, smooth thigh. I didn't pull away and let her knee rest against mine. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I could already feel myself getting turned on.

"Like the secret agent?" I asked. "Are you James Bond's boss? You don't sound very British but maybe that's part of the disguise."

She rolled her eyes. "Em. Big E, little m. And I have a lot of secrets, but that isn't one of them."

"Oh, really? I wouldn't mind uncovering some of your mysteries." What I really wanted to uncover was her body, but I left that unsaid for the moment. I placed my hand on her knee. Her skin felt good under my hand, soft and warm. I realized I was being a bit risky with a married woman. But the signals she was giving me made me think she wouldn't be offended.

I was right. She brought her drink to her lips and slowly took the straw between her lips. She made a show of pursing her lips and taking a long drink while she slightly parted her legs, giving me more access to her thigh. Fuck she felt good. She looked good, smelled good. It was all I could do to stop myself from groping her right here in the bar. An older couple walked by behind us and she pulled her leg away from me a bit. I took a breath and a drink to control myself.

"Well I am not opposed to revealing a few of my secrets,"she said. "If I find someone worth sharing them with." Her eyes slid down my chest to my waist and then back up to my face as she said that and I felt my chest tighten. Not to mention the tightness in my pants..

We talked for a while, Em getting giggly and quickly tipsy. The conversation stayed light, mostly focused on vacation plans and a bit about work. I was enjoying this even if I wasn't sure it would lead to anything. After all, she was here with her husband right? Maybe she just liked the attention of flirting with strangers.

It was well past 1:00 when she finished her last drink. "I hate to cut this short but I should be getting back." She paused, as if considering something. She looked me up and down a second time. It wasn't exactly subtle. But I had hardly been subtle with her so I suppose we were even. I almost felt like I was being evaluated. A nice guy to converse with at the bar? Or perhaps something more? "Will you walk me to my room?" She finally asked. She fluttered her eyelids and twirled her hair as she asked, and I would have done just about anything she suggested in that moment.

I couldn't help notice that didn't provide an opening for me to invite her to my room. But it was better than goodbye. "Of course," I said, taking her arm and leading her out of the bar and onto the deck. She swayed slightly against me, from the tequila, the rocking of the boat, or both.

It was pretty deserted this late, and she pressed into me as if she was cold. I took the long way around for no reason other than not wanting this walk to end. This part of the boat was deserted at this house. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, but I can't promise I will answer," she said.

"Is there something written on your chest?" I blurted out. I never would have said anything if I was sober. But I was dying to know and this would probably be my only chance to ask. It had been bugging me since she sat down.

She burst out laughing but fortunately didn't seem offended. "You've been staring at my chest, haven't you?" She teased. She looked each way and then hooked the edges of the keyhole with two fingers from each hand and gently pulled the fabric apart, enlarging the opening. I took in the view. Besides getting a closer look at her big boobs, I could see that there was in fact writing on there. "What do you see?" She asked quietly, leaning forward.

"Something's written but I can't tell what." I grinned. Between the booze, the rocking of the ship, and the excitement of what we were doing, my head was spinning. I wasn't going to make this too easy for her. I wanted more. "I think I need a closer look "

Without looking away from my eyes, she slowly reached behind her neck. She was biting her lip again in that way that made my heart pound. She unzipped the back of her dress and then brought her hands around to grip the top of the neckline. Slowly she lowered it. Inch by inch her huge, magnificent breasts were revealed to me. My cock swelled in my pants, straining against the fabric. She stopped just above her nipples. I could see the edges of her pink areolas peeking over the top of the silky blue fabric.

The writing was revealed now. The word CUM written in marker across her right breast and the word SLUT across the left. I swallowed. The vulgar language contrasted so much with her innocent looking exterior. Secrets indeed. She was blushing, the red spreading from her cheeks down her chest. Despite her outward confidence, I detected a nervousness between the surface. I didn't think many people got to see this side of her. This was a special side of her. Maybe a new kink. Maybe just a hidden one.

I picked my jaw up from the floor. I swallowed. I wasn't quite sure the proper response to the situation. What do you say when a woman you just met shows you her big tits in public and reveals to a stranger that she is a CUM SLUT?

I licked my lips. "Is it true?"

"What?"

"What it says."

" That I'm a cum slut?" She said quietly. The words sounded so dirty coming out of her sweet looking mouth. So vulgar on her soft voice yet somehow they fit perfectly.

I reached out slowly. I put my hands on her dress and pulled it down, tits finally springing free unencumbered. I took one in each hand, two large handfuls. My thumbs found her nipples and rubbed them hard.

She took a deep shuddering breath at my touch. "I guess it's true," she whispered. "Sometimes at least."

I took a nipple into each hand and pinched, then twisted. She looked me in the eyes, neck craned up to where I towered over her.

"Prove it."