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I felt his hands engulf my braless breast through my dress, tweaking my nipples, which were already hard from the cool midnight air. It was quite breezy out here at the stern of the ship. I don't know if it was all the alcohol I had consumed or the attention I had received from the several men I had been dancing with, but I was incredibly horny, and my pussy had already soaked my panties as my juices flowed freely from my flower.I assumed it was Robert that was roughly manhandling my tits. I had given him enough hints that I wanted more. Plus, he seemed like the aggressive type of guy that took what he wanted. And right now, I wanted him to take me.I didn't want to look; I didn't want to know. Somewhere in my demented mind, I figured if I didn't know who it was, it never happened; I could deny it. One thing was for sure, it wasn't my husband. He had gone to bed early in the night, still feeling seasick. Besides, my husband hadn't touched me in months and never like this.Oh shit, the mystery man pushed the top of my strapless down and was now roughly pulling on my nipples, stretching bursa escort them away from my chest, squeezing them hard. It was as if he could read my mind. I had always enjoyed rough sex. Another thing my husband could never quite fulfill when he did fuck me.I felt the hem of my short dress being slid up my thighs until I felt the cool night air rush across the crotch of my now very wet lace thong, sending a shiver up my spine. Closing my eyes and leaning my head back as the stranger's mouth kissed my neck and blew in my ear, sending a shiver of excitement and anticipation directly to my clit.I held the ship's railing as I felt his fingers slip inside the waistband of my panties and felt them being peeled like banana skin from my crotch. I knew I was wet. I could feel it soaking my panties earlier when Robert had pressed his sizeable hard cock against my stomach during the last slow dance.Even with the smell of the ocean on the sea breeze now whispering across my exposed pussy lips, I could smell my musky sex, catching a whiff as the wind swirled around us. It had been months since bursa escort bayan I had received any sexual attention, and my cunt was desperate to be touched. I assumed my panties to be a trophy of sorts. A reminder to my mystery lover of the married cunt he had conquered while on the high seas.I felt a hand squeeze between my thighs as two fingers curled upwards and pushed between my fleshy lips, spreading them apart and releasing my womanly essence. It began to trickle down my left inner thigh.*Oh fuck, I screamed in my head as I willingly let a man, not my husband finger fuck me on the rear deck of a cruise liner.I suddenly felt exposed, I guess the realization of where we were. Anyone, any second, could walk around the corner and find me, a married woman, letting a complete stranger openly finger me. In my mind, I know I should have stopped him. But, in my overwhelmingly aroused state, my cunt overruled my brain. I needed this. I was desperate for this. So I gave myself willingly like the slut I wanted to be for my sexual assailant.Oh, my fucking God, his fingers felt escort bursa so good inside me as he rapidly pushed them in and out. My stifled moans of ecstasy were the only sound other than the wind and the hum of the ship engines as I neared orgasmic bliss. I gripped the railing as if it was the only thing saving my life; the utter thrill of being caught with a stranger in such a compromising position only fueled the fire burning between my legs.You fucking bastard!*I screamed in my head as he pulled his glorious fingers from my dripping pussy just as I was about to ascend onto a wave of euphoric bliss. Mystery man pushed my head between my outstretched arm, causing my naked arse to lift upward, presenting itself to him. I felt his hand on each of my arse, and he slowly pushed my butt cheeks apart, exposing my tight pink sphincter to his prying eyes.It then felt as if a bus had plowed into me. I was hit with an earth-shattering orgasm. His mouth completely engulfed my dripping cunt lips as his tongue probed into my inner depths. He sucked my juices from me, tasting my womanly essence. His tongue flicked rapidly across my hard clit before he pushed it into my arsehole. Fuck, no one had ever licked my arsehole. But I fucking loved it. I wanted more; I needed more. I never wanted this unimaginable pleasure to end.