“Come in.”
Alise opened the door with her keycard, gesturing to her cabin. The boy looked hesitant, then excited. He entered and looked slowly around.
“Wow, it’s so much bigger than ours!”
“The benefits of being a famous author,” she quipped in return, locking the door and sliding the chain across. She’d been dreaming of this moment ever since she spied him on the pool deck.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, gesturing to the armchair and open bottle of wine on the table. The boy picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass, then looked up at her.
“You want one too?”
“Sure.”
Alise slipped into the second chair as the boy placed a glass in front of her and sat down clutching his drink. He looked like he was ready to burst with excitement.
“I’m so glad I spotted you reading my book,” she began. “It’s always good to meet a fan.”
“Oh I’m your biggest fan!” he blurted out in reply, visibly shaking with excitement. “I’ve been reading your books since I was a teenager! I can’t wait for your next one. What is it about?”
“Oh now Chris, you know I can’t tell you that!” Alise laughed in reply. “Tell me though,” she continued, sipping her wine. “What’s a young lad of nineteen like you doing on a cruise holiday with his parents anyway? Shouldn’t you be off partying in Ibiza or something?”
She appraised him as they chatted, marvelling at how someone could look so nerdy and yet so handsome all at the same time. Her eye had originally been caught when he had stood to go for a swim, Alise reclining nearby in the evening sun. His tight shorts which had ridden up as he sat left nothing to the imagination, skin soft and white but taught over his lean frame. It was only afterwards she’d seen what he had been reading.
“Oh,” he replied, clearly embarrassed. “I can’t exactly afford this kind of thing myself.”
“No, I suppose not,” Alise murmured. “Well, tell me what you like about my writing then. What makes you keep rereading the Sea Of Stars books?”
“I just love the main character, Emma,” he replied, leaning forwards, eagerness replacing his awkwardness now on a topic he liked. “She’s so strong, so fierce!”
“You like fierce women?” Alise asked quietly, little cock stirring in her panties as an idea formed in her mind.
“Oh yes,” Chris replied quickly, nodding.
“I bet you do. Do you like me, Chris?”
Just a nod, then a swallow as his eyes flicked down to her chest under her tight cocktail dress.
“Do you think I’m strong?”
More nodding, more swallowing.
“And what would you want me to do with you? Here we are, alone together. A dream come true, right?”
“Fuck me,” he squeaked, wriggling in his chair. Alise smiled to herself, knowing he was probably already rock hard down there. She was.
“Oh Chris, I think we have all night for that. We need to have a little more imagination. Come.” She placed her glass on the table and stood up, reaching out a hand to him.
He stood, awkwardly, a huge bulge in his shorts, face blossoming beetroot red. Alise led him to the balcony looking out over the sea. She wished now her cabin had been on the other side of the ship so they could’ve been seen from the shore.
“Take your clothes off. I want to see you properly.”
He just stared at her, open mouthed.
“But… it’s… someone…”
“No one can see you here Chris, trust me. I sunbathe naked here every morning. It’s only me.”
Chris swallowed hard, then nervously peeled off his t-shirt, clutching his arms to himself as if to hide from her.
“No no, let me see,” she said firmly, tugging his arm away. “Much better. And the rest,” she motioned to his shorts. He hesitated, then obeyed, peeling his shorts off and stepping out of them, erection catching on the waistband. He was straining hard in his boxers. Alise felt hers twitch in response.
“All of it,” she said firmly. “You need to be naked for what I want.”
Reluctantly he peeled off his boxers, large hard cock springing out, tip glistening. Alise bit her lip as she watched him, a long string of precum dripping from him. His cock was impressive, balls tight and hard beneath a thatch of thick brown curls.
“Much better,” she said, her eyes roaming his skinny frame. He stood awkwardly, not knowing where to put his hands.
“Good. Now wait here.” Alise suddenly turned and walked back into the cabin, closing the door and locking it. She heard his exclamation and smiled to herself. She winked at him as she pulled the curtains shut.
Quickly she stripped her dress and underwear, then rummaged in her wardrobe for what she wanted. She had brought her lacy black and red set just in case. The bra framed her little breasts, colours matching her skin tone and tattoos perfectly. The crotchless hipster briefs framed her cock beautifully. At this stage, there was no point in trying to hide it or to tuck. It was going nowhere until she’d had her fun. A pair of black and red high heels completed the look and, after a quick check of her hair and makeup in the mirror, she was ready for him.
She pulled back the curtains in one smooth movement, revealing herself to him. He was still stood where she had left him, arms hanging by his side, cock still ramrod straight. She stood, arms crossed, one leg cocked and watched his reaction. She couldn’t be sure he knew she was intersex.It wasn’t exactly a secret, but he did seem very naive.
He just stared at her, still swallowing compulsively. She looked down at herself, then back at him meaningfully, raising an eyebrow. He tore his eyes away from her groin and met her gaze.
“You like?” she mouthed. A nod. “You want?” Another. She smiled, then pointed at his cock and made a gesture.
“Stroke it.”
He just stared at her.
“Stroke it!”
Chris took himself in hand gently, looking around him nervously. Alise folded her arms again and nodded, eyes on his. He started stroking his cock, hand moving up and down it quickly, urgently. His gaze drifted up and down her body as he did, dwelling on her tits and cock alternately. Alise knew she was dripping too, desperately hoping she’d had enough to drink to stop her from shooting too quickly later.
It didn’t take long before Chris began to slow, then stop, evidently not wanting to cum. Alise shook her head and gestured again to keep stroking. Chris looked at her pleadingly. She just gestured more emphatically.
“Cum,” she mouthed. “Cum for me.”
Chris resumed his stroking, red now blossoming across his chest. He opened his mouth, then his cock exploded in his hand, sending a huge burst of cum which splattered against the window and began to slide down. Alise watched, fascinated, desperately wanting to join him but holding back. Chris shuddered as his cock slowly shrank back in his sticky hand, deck now slick with his mess. Alise nodded approvingly and moved to open the door for him.
“Good boy,” she purred. “Now, come here.”
Chris staggered towards her, reaching out.
“No,” she said, indicating his sticky hand. “You need to clean that first.”
“Can I have a tissue?” he squeaked, limp cock dangling between his legs, leaving yet more strings of slimy mess on his pale skin.
“No. Lick it,” she commanded. He looked at her in horror, then at his hand.
“But…”
“Lick it, or you spend the whole night out there alone.”
He raised his hand hesitantly to his mouth and began to clean himself like a cat.
“Do you like it?” Alise asked. “You must’ve tasted your own before? Have you ever tasted anyone else’s?”
Chris shook his head, eyes flicking to her cock.
“Would you like to?”
He nodded urgently.
“Well, there’s something you need to do first,” she replied, stepping back into the room. She pointed to the floor. “Get on your knees.”
Chris walked towards her, limp cock flapping and still dribbling on the carpet. She admired its shape, jealous of him for a second. She had always wanted a bigger cock.
He got down in front of her, kneeling.
“Good boy,” she smiled at him, resting a hand on his head. He reached out to her but she batted his hand away.
“No, you only do as I say, do you hear me? No touching unless I tell you, yes?”
He looked up at her, eyes wide with a mix of desire and awe. Her cock trembled and jumped at the sight and she fought her urge to just let him go.
“I need to know you really want this,” she said, moving closer until her tip was less than an inch from his nose. “Put your hands behind your back, look up at me, up here!” she pulled his chin up. “Now, tell me how much you want this to happen.”
“I…” Chris began but his voice broke and squeaked.
“Come on for fuck’s sake,” Alise growled. “You need to beg for it if you want it. Otherwise I’ll throw you out in the corridor. Without your clothes. Do you want me?”
“I want you,” he replied weakly.
“Louder. Beg!” she shouted.
“I want you! I want you to fuck me! Please Alise, please! I want you so badly!”
“That’s better,” she replied softly, stroking his hair again, cock still just out of reach. “But I don’t think you can take me,” she said gently. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass Chris?”
He squirmed, eyes still wide with hunger, clearly fighting his urge to just grab her.
“No, but I have played with myself,” he replied.
“Fingers?” Nod. “Anything else?” Nod. “As big as this?” She waggled her little cock in front of him. He glanced down at it again and she grabbed his hair. “Eyes up here!”
“No,” he replied.
“Then let’s start small,” she said. “Give me your hand.”
She took his proffered hand and slowly placed one finger in her mouth, sucking and licking him. It was the hand he had just used on himself, so she had to fight back a moan of pleasure as she tasted him.
“Put it in,” she purred as she released his soppy digit. “Put it in your ass.” She watched as he hesitated, then quickly reached around behind himself and tried to obey. He winced, then squeaked in pleasure, looking up at her all the time, eyes begging.
“How does that feel?” she asked.
“Good,” he replied, voice trembling.
“Only good?”
“Amazing,” he corrected.
“But it’s not a cock, is it?” He shook his head. “You need more than one finger.” His eyes bulged, then he withdrew his hand and offered it to her.
“No, not me. You.”
He opened his mouth but Alise grabbed his hair again.
“Lick your fingers. All of them. We need to get you stretched.”
Reluctantly Chris obeyed, putting three fingers into his mouth. Alise kept a tight hold of his hair.
“You like that?” she asked with a grin. “You like the taste?”
“Mhmm,” he replied, mouth full.
“Good,” she purred, cock jumping at the thought of him cleaning her later. “Now, put them all in.”
Chris obeyed, his hand leaving his mouth with a loud ‘plop’. He wriggled on the floor, trying to find the right angle. Alise shook her head at him.
“No, this isn’t good enough. Come here.”
He stood as he was bid and moved with Alise to the low dresser by a large mirror. Alise pushed him against the dresser, bending him over. He obliged. She kicked one of his feet to make him open his legs wider, spreading his ass in front of her.
“Now, try again,” she commanded, looking at him through the mirror. She watched as his hand twisted and turned, finally finding a way to get his three fingers into his ass, cock and balls squashed against the drawers, leaving yet more of a slimy trail.
“Good boy,” she smiled, watching him struggle to push in deeper. “How does that feel? Do you think you’re ready yet?”
“Yes,” he squeaked.
“Yes what?” she replied, eyebrow raised.
“Yes, please?” he tried. She slapped his ass hard, the cabin ringing with the sound. He yelped.
“Yes mistress.”
“Yes mistress,” he responded.
“Good boy. But you’ve stopped begging, haven’t you? Tell mistress exactly what you want her to do.”
“Please fuck me, mistress.”
“Fuck you? With what?”
“Please fuck me with your… cock.”
“This cock?” she asked, grinning slyly, rubbing herself against his ass cheek. She smiled as she drew a little shape with her precum.
“Yes please mistress!”
“Where do you want it?” she asked, feigning ignorance, holding his gaze in the mirror as she rubbed herself on him.
“Put it in my bum,” he replied, removing his hands quickly and trying to grab her. She swatted his hand away then smacked him hard on his ass three times, her hand leaving a bright red print.
“You’re still not begging me,” she teased.
“Please Ali… mistress,” he corrected himself quickly, but not before earning another echoing slap. “Please, just fuck me! I want to feel you inside me!”
Alise grinned at him, then walked quickly to the bathroom, grabbing hold of her lube. She squeezed a handful, grateful she had picked up the numbing kind to help her last, and smeared it over her cock. The room filled with the squishy sounds of her hand massaging herself, leaving the tip purple and glistening.
“You’d better grab hold,” she growled, placing one hand between his shoulder blades to push him down onto the dresser, the other guiding herself towards him.
She took her time, dipping her cock in slowly, then withdrawing, each time only a few millimetres deeper than before. Chris writhed and squirmed beneath her, wincing and gasping each time she inserted. Finally, Alise pushed and watched as her bulging head slipped in fully, Chris’s ass swallowing her up. Slowly but surely she delved deeper until their flesh met.
“Oh fuck!” squeaked Chris, hands gripping tight to the furniture.
“Do you like that?” Alise murmured, bending forwards, hand stroking his hair. “Tell mistress how it feels.”
“Oh god Alise, I mean mistress… Oh fuck it feels so… fuck!” He broke off as Alise stood up again and grabbed his hips, giving him a few rough thrusts.
“Which do you prefer?” she teased, returning to slowly pushing herself deeper. “Deep?”
She thrust again.
“Or fast?”
“God mistress, fast! Please! Fuck me! Please!”
Alise grinned at him in the mirror, face contorted with pleasure and pain.
“Brace yourself!”
She began to ram into him, pushing as deep as her little cock would allow, room filling with the sounds of their flesh clapping together. She braced herself, spreading her legs, grateful her heels gave her the height to get a good angle.
“You like mistress’s cock in your ass, don’t you?” she panted, voice deep and guttural. Chris just moaned in reply, his head pressed against the dresser, face squashed. Alise recalled her first time, at once both jealous and proud to be his.
Slowing, she began to push and hold herself deep inside him.
“Do you want to cum?” she purred.
“Fuck yes mistress, please!”
Alise tugged on his hips, pulling him away from the dresser. She reached under him, taking hold of his now solid cock, squeezing hard. She pressed herself into him as deep as she could go and stroked.
“Cum for mistress,” she murmured in his ear, leaning over him. “Fill my hand!”
He obeyed nearly instantly, body writhing and shaking as he emptied all over her, ass clenching even tighter around Alise and bringing her close to her own climax.
“Yes!” she hissed, stroking his hair. “Good boy! Give mistress what she wants!”
Chris collapsed against the dresser, Alise’s cock slipping out of him entirely. She stood looking down at him.
“Look at me,” she commanded. He turned his head to watch as she lifted her cum filled hand above her head and let it drip into her open mouth. She let every drop fall before she finally licked her fingers, grinning at him. “Good boy,” she repeated before spanking him, watching as his ass closed up.
“Get on the bed,” she growled. “I’m not done yet.” She was reveling in her stamina, not often being able to take this commanding role. “On your back.”
Chris sat on the end of the bed, limp cock dripping on the crisp, white sheets. Before he could move Alise reached up with a heeled foot and placed it on his chest, pushing him backwards. As he tumbled she grabbed his legs and raised them, opening him up to her once again. She fell forward onto him, holding his legs for balance, her cock finding its own way inside. He cried out in a mix of pain and surprise as she took him, pushing down in one single movement until she could feel his balls on her front.
“You need to make mistress cum,” she growled, thrusting hard and fast, watching the boy’s cock dancing across his belly, leaving long trails of cum on his skin. Only now she realised she hadn’t set up a camera to capture the moment, wishing she could’ve gotten a good view of her legs and back, muscles straining as she fucked him hard.
Inevitably she didn’t last long like this, withdrawing suddenly to aim her exploding cock on his, showering his semi and balls with multiple long threads. She grinned down at him as she wiped her still twitching cock on his, both of them slick and sticky.
“Good boy!” she said once again, standing up straight. “I think you’ve earned yourself a treat. Come here.” She motioned him to sit up, then stood in front of him, hand in his hair. “Clean me up,” she whispered as she caressed him. Chris wasted no time in taking her dangling cock into his mouth, moaning as he tasted her. Alise closed her eyes and pulled him down further onto her, the warm, wet sensation of his mouth on her still sensitive skin making her shudder with delight.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked when he surfaced for air.
“Yes mummy,” he replied, then looked up at her, shocked by his slip up. Alise burst out laughing, looking down at the young man between her legs, little glistening cock between them.
“Mummy? Oh boy, there’s so much to explore there! Lie back…”
To be continued!