Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Pleasure Cruise Lines: Tally




Tally looked around the dressing room, filled with trepidation.  Yes, she had signed on for this.  No, she didn’t have a lot of options.
The other ladies were each sitting in front of vanity mirrors in various stages of undress.  Most were topless, nipples permanently perched out on the many fake breasts. 
The image reminded Tally of movies that showed the backstage of a Broadway play.  That would have been a comforting thought if not for the fear of all of the hairy, sweaty men who would be penetrating her as a result of her embellished allure.
Being a ship escort would make her filmography sparkle.  Thankfully, casting directors were aware of the talent that accompanied such a position.  There were only weekly contracts on the ship, after all.  One bad night and you might be finding a flight home at the next dock.  Acting, becoming what the guest wanted or needed, was paramount.
Luckily for Tally, the previous, quiet transition of a few talented ladies into films and webisodes—all of whom managed to immediately attract various acting awards—paved the way for this specific slice of the oldest profession to become an accepted stepping stone in any serious actress’ career path.   Casting directors banked on this new direction and could be found listed on many ship manifests, turning their vacations into scouting trips. 
Tally found her mirror and began unloading your beauty box.  Halfway through her routine, Gemma, the Head Hooker for all intents and purposes, came to the middle of the noisy room to announce the assignments.
There were a mixture of relieved sighs and soft groans as the she ticked off the names.  Nightly entertainment, often with the same girl if the guest preferred, was the very reason many men, and a few excitement-seeking couples, chose Pleasure Cruise Lines for the vacation.
Finally, Tally’s name was called, followed by that of ‘Mark Davies’.  Tally leaned over and asked her topless neighbor under her breath if she had ever heard of him. 
“No, sorry, sweets,” she replied with a nasally Brooklyn accent.  Her neighbor looked to be of Italian descent.  She was beautiful with her smooth olive skin that was aging well.  But that voice, Tally thought.  This ship would probably be the most she could hope for.
Tally finished her hair and makeup and got completely naked to rub scented body oil over every inch of her pale skin.  Jasmine was her scent.  She didn’t know if the men, or rather, Mark Davies, would like it, but she hoped so.
After finishing up, dressing, and swigging some water, Tally left the dressing room.  She consulted the wall computer for Mark’s room and headed to the elevators.
She only had to wait a second before Mark answered the door.  She was treated to bright blue eyes, a tall and lean frame, and a full head of ruffled hair.  Tally tried to hide the wave of gratitude that washed over her. 
“Come in,” he said, gesturing inside his spacious suite. 
Tally waltzed inside, doing her best to act the part of the sophisticated call girl she had been hired to be.  Despite her effort, it felt forced and foreign.  Nervous jitters threatened to topple her demeanor.  She quickly sat down on the end of the couch by the concave ship windows that stretched the length of the wall.  She looked at Mark and gave him her most winning smile.
“Mark.  Davies?”
“Yes.  And you are...?”
“Tally.”
“Do you have a last name, Tally?”
“If you want me to.”  When Mark didn’t respond, Tally forced a giggle and suddenly grew tired of the whole charade.  He seemed nice.  She would just be herself and see if he liked that.
“It’s Smith.  My last name.”
“Smith?  Right.”  Mark headed from the door over to where Tally sat on the couch.
“I know.  I’m not making it up, though.  I haven’t really thought up a good stage name, yet.  And, Smith, well.  It’s just so boring.”
“Why don’t we make your last name Davies for tonight?”  As he spoke, Mark slid his arm behind Tally’s shoulders and pulled her closer.  His touch was warm and strong. 
“That sounds great.  Tally Davies.” 
Before Tally could say anything more, Mark’s hand was up her black dress and between her legs.  Naturally, Tally had not worn underwear other than a bra.  She didn’t see the point of it. 
Mark’s fingers found her folds and immediately plunged in.  Tally felt a barrage of sensations and emotions all at once.  She was turned on by his touch and appearance but more than a little freaked out by his speed.  This was her first trick, after all. 
On top of that, she was self conscious about her wetness level.  Because she wasn’t very.  Not yet, at least.
Mark moved his fingers in and out of her female opening slowly, with a steady pace.  She felt his eyes watching her intently, a smirk on his mouth. 
“You seem nervous.”
“I am so sorry.  I want to be here.  I really do.  You are really hot and all.  It’s just that…this is my first time.  I mean, not my first time first time.  But my first assignment here.  On the ship.  Doing this.”
Tally slowly realized she was babbling and the smirk on Mark’s face had grown to a full-fledged smile.  She also realized he had not stopped fingering her the entire time she was talking.  He shifted and she felt the acute stir from his thumb rubbing her tiny nub. 
“Try not to worry.  You’re beautiful.  We’ll just have a good time tonight, okay?”
Tally couldn’t believe her first client was having to calm her down.  She did her best to push away the guilt and let herself be in the moment with this man.  He was very good-looking and smelled nice with a musky, manly scent. 
“Okay.  I can do that.”
She felt her pussy getting wet from his touch.  Her nipples had grown erect and sensitive.  Mark noticed this. 
“Tally Davies?  Can you strip for me?  Slowly, though.”
Tally had practiced this many times.  She got up and performed her striptease.  Her confidence was restored.  When she was naked, she took the lead on the next activity. 
Mark was pointing up beneath his slacks.  She kneeled down in front of him and begun unbuckling his belt.  He grinned his approval.  She kept eye contact with him as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He licked his lips in anticipation. 
She didn’t have to try the awkward act of removing his slacks and underwear herself as he had them at his feet two seconds after the zipper was down.
“Wait, come up here for a minute.”
She did.
He threaded his fingers through her hair at the base of her skull and pulled her mouth to his. 
He kissed her.
And she melted.
His mouth was wet and hot and his tongue reached inside her mouth, probing and urgent. Her naked body melded with his not because it was what she was being paid to do but because it was the only thing she wanted to do in that moment. 
Be with him.  Pleasure him.
Her hands touched his body all over, seeking more and more skin.  One found his cock and gripped it, slowly twisting and gliding his thin, soft skin around the thick, hard mass underneath.
She loved that he was big.  And she loved that he turned her on so easily.  No acting was necessary, she wanted to please him so badly. 
When his grip on her hair loosened, she pulled away from their kiss and slid down his body, kissing and licking along the way. 
When she reached his member, she immediately put her whole mouth over his helmet, swirling her tongue around it inside, then sucking as she pulled off.
He moaned and tilted his head back on the couch. 
She repeated the same motion while cupping his balls.  Then she took him deeper, willing her gag reflex to remain calm as his cock pushed its way down her throat.  She pulled up, concentrating on not gagging, and then plunged him in deep again.
She had to work her way down his cock, getting a little bit further each time, until she was finally at the base with her lips.  His helmet was well beyond her mouth now and her jaw was being stretched uncomfortably. 
But he was moaning, so she kept it up. 
Soon, both of his hands were on the top of her head, pushing and pulling her up and down his cock at a faster speed.  She had to remember to breathe, it was so intense. 
His balls were going up, he was getting close.  That gave Tally hope as she didn’t know how much longer she keep doing this.  Her jaw was aching.  And it was getting hard to focus on not gagging and coughing. 
Up and down he was pushing my head, fucking my face hard and fast.
Finally, he shot is load deep in Tally’s throat.  She kept slowly massaging this balls the whole time and stayed deep with only little one inch head bobs. 
She swallowed what she could.  The action taking place just below his helmet.  His body quivered when she did.  As movements slowed to a halt, she gingerly lifted her head up and off of his cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her arm. 
She smiled at him and he returned the favor. 
She was happy that he had been relatively easy to please.  She thought this might be an all night affair but now she was thinking she might get out early.  Though the thought didn’t please her as much as it should.
“I hoped you liked that.”
“I did, Tally Davies.”
Tally stood up and started to put her bra back on.
“Might I ask what you are doing, Tally Davies?”
“Oh, well, I was getting dressed.”
“Please don’t do that.”
“Okay.”  Tally stood in front of Mark unsure of what to do next.  Clearly, the night wasn’t over.  She guessed she he was the type who could cum many times.  She shouldn’t be surprised by that, of course.  He was young and in good shape.  But for whatever reason, she hadn’t expected it. 
Mark started stroking his cock while staring at her.  She could see the lust in his eyes.  No, he wasn’t done by a long shot.
“Tally, so we’re clear, I’m going to fuck you a few times tonight.  I won’t be too rough, I can assure you.  And I do think you will enjoy it even if you weren’t being paid to.”
Tally started to protest and he silenced her by holding up his hand.  She could see his cock was already getting stiff again.  What had it been, five minutes since he came?  Tally began to understand the true nature of her new job. 
“Let’s get you on top of me, shall we?”
Tally straddled him, guiding him inside of her.  It took a couple of minutes, minutes that he loved since she was so tight.  Insecure thoughts about her wetness took up shop in her head.  She kissed him and that did it.  The same spark was there again and she felt the urgency to move her hips resonate from within. 
She did and so began the second fucking of the night.   

[To Be Continued]

Pleasure Cruise Lines: Tally by Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2011 by Kendall Swan



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