But she did. She had no other choice. Dawson's left hand began
to play around the moist lips of her vagina, triggering her wanton
loins into action, and she thrust her buttocks up in response to the
printer's lewd fingering. The hard, smooth penis was cradled between
her ass cheeks. Someone grabbed her ankles and began to lock the
soles of her feet and her ankles, sending agonizingly delicious
shocks foot sex of feeling through her legs and into her pussy. La
Goulue was still kissing her passionately, and grabbed Jill's hand
and placed it around her melon-sized breast. A silken, throbbing
penis was placed in Jill's other hand. She opened her eyes. It was
the painter, Rafael De Vargas, the man with whom she was supposed to
study portraiture. He grinned at her lewdly, his face the face of a
lusting satyr in the weird light. Moment's later, it changed to the
creviced mounds of a woman's ass, as Maya stood above the kneeling
painter and straddled his face, pulling foot sex his gray head into
her pussy. She saw the Odalisque kneeling between Dawson's legs, her
mouth fastened over the printer's cock and her raven hair skipping
over his hairy thighs. Drunken, drugged faces blurred and elongated
in hallucinatory transfigurations. Dawson was fingering her pussy
madly, and she squirmed against it. As she sought to satisfy the
craving of her pussy, she automatically massaged the painter's wet
cock up and down and grasped it harder in her hot hand. She was
perspiring under the psychedelic glow of the lamps and from the sex
heat generated foot sex by her own excitation and by the heated sea
of bodies around her. Where was Don Ernesto? She wanted him to fuck
her. Why wasn't he fucking her? Why wasn't somebody fucking her?
Please fuck me, somebody!
 Moments later, the bedroom door burst open and in stormed Julio.
He was at her bedside before she could move. Roughly, he turned her
over on her back and slapped her hard across the mouth. She kicked
up at him, narrowly missing his groin with her bare foot. "Peon!
Pinche! FLUNKY!" foot sex she screamed out at him through her
hysterical sobs. He grabbed the top of her smock and pulled, ripping
it right off her body. Jill was stark naked, except for sheer
panties, which the bearded young man also yanked off of her. She
screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands.
I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to a very
beautiful young woman who utilizes my obedience to the maximum. She
knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I won't do
for her. She often makes me go a few days without coming, knowing
that I will be that much more aroused and submissive. The other
night I arrived home and found her laying on the couch wearing a
short satin robe. As soon as I saw her I
developed an immediate erection, thus foot
job becoming a slave to her desires. She ordered me onto my
hands and knees and commanded me to crawl to her side. She then
raised her foot to my face and said "Lick my foot slave!" I happily
licked her foot as she rubbed it all over my face. She then pushed
my face away with her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me saying,
"Put on your uniform, and go draw me a bath slave!" I answered, "Yes
Master." And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and
prepare her bath.
 The voice told them everything was alright and the Captain had
put the offending men in the ship's brigg and that the women should
join Captain Zormeda in the main dining room. "WE don't have any
clothing left, they ripped it off of us", Patsy blubbered into the
phone. She was told to wrap the sheets around them and do as told.
Both
women slowly made their way down the deck to the dining room ;
barefooted , each clinging to a thin sheet that was whipped around
by the sea wind that pedal pumping
exposed their legs and breasts. Monica tried to be cheerful and
quipped to her friend: "Guess we don't really need to care about
anyone seeing our tits now........since the whole crew's seen foot
sex EVERYTHING ALREADY ! When the women entered the room, they saw
the
Captain on the floor in a pool of blood. Then from the back emerged
the bulk of the crew; some clad in shorts, others nude with their
erections in their hands, smiling and advancing toward the two women
. One called out :"Ahhhhh American ladies ! Now you can finish the
Blow-Jobs and Fuck-Fuck ! Yes ! Oh YESsssssssssss !" Monica and
Patsy screamed and foot sex ran out the door, their sheets caught in
the door and were left as the
women ran for their lives! "Oh, MY GAUD ! thought Monica as she ran
down the polished wood planked deck, Stark NAKED, on a ship full of
SEX-STARVED Turkish ,Rape minded MEN !" Monica and Patsy hid that
night in a life boat. It was covered tightly with a canvas covering
,but both girls shivered all night and hugging each other, didn't
seem to help much. Monica pressed up against Patsy's big bosoms and
thought about
sucking her left nipple as it was so close to her mouth.
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