Crazy Cruise trip with fathers

⛩️CRAZY CRUISE TRIP WITH FATHERS 🛳️

Day 3

Summary:

Alana and Roger go to a lecture on father-daughter bonding, along with some of Alana's new friends.

Roger smiled at Alana, nervous. Alana smiled back. It'd be nice to do something together, for once.

After lunch the previous day, at a loss for what to do and still shell-shocked from the whole ambiance of the cruise, she'd tagged along with Elodie and Sam to a workshop in one of the ship's conference rooms. The talk, titled Unseal Your Lips, turned out to be the opposite of what she expected: a genuinely helpful seminar on better communication, with practical solutions and tips. It focused heavily on paternal relations, for obvious reasons, but it was something she could see being put on in a normal environment. Best of all, it was fun.

Applying one of the tips she'd heard the day before, Alana invited her father to attend the next day's class, which, she'd been told, would be more instructive than the last: Practical Bonding. She knew Sam and her dad would be attending, and maybe a few of the others, too.

The walk from the dining hall after breakfast to the lecture area was slightly tense. With the dawning of the third day, barriers were starting to come down quick. While they ate their toast, Alana and Roger made a concerted effort not to look at the neighbouring table, where a daughter stood speaking to her father while his hands raised the hem of her dress to knead her thigh, pressing against her pussy through her panties.

'You're sure there's nothing… wrong about this, Al?' Roger asked, as they took their seats near the front of the stage.

'It's like I told you, dad. Yesterday's was really good. It can't all be about sex,' she said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself. Roger nodded, and tried to look confident -- but there was palpable, unspoken tension in the air.

'Morning, Alana!'

Sam sauntered up with her father in tow, a young-looking, fit guy with carefully cultivated stubble and a roguish grin.

'That's my dad,' said Sam.

'Bill.'

'Roger.'

The men shook hands, and Bill took Alana's hand for a softer version of the greeting.

'Alana. Sam told me about the new girl.' He winked at her. 'She's right: you're a knockout.'

'Hey.' Roger threw him a sharp look. 'Easy, buddy.'

'I didn't mean anything by it,' said Bill with a grin, letting go of Alana and raising his hands to his chest in surrender. 'You've got a beautiful daughter, is all. Besides, I'm spoken for.'

He put an arm around Sam's shoulders and pulled her in for a peck on the lips. Roger nodded, and Alana could see a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. Even with everything else going on around here, he still had it in him to be embarrassed by a one-second, chaste kiss. Alana couldn't help smiling.

The speaker took to the stage, prompting everyone to take their seats, and Alana was surprised to see it was Daniela, the woman in her 40s who'd lunched with the group the day before.

'I didn't know she'd do the talk,' Alana murmured to Sam, beside her.

'She's a really famous therapist,' Sam answered. 'She's great.'

And it turned out she really was. Daniela skillfully laid out the common pitfalls of father-daughter relationships -- normal relationships, thank you. Feelings and situations Alana recognised in herself. Embarrassment, frustration at being treated like a kid, and though she wouldn't admit it, jealousy over Roger's girlfriends, fearing she'd be left behind or forgotten completely. She felt her father relax beside her, and even cover her hand with his big, warm paw.

About thirty minutes in, Daniela went through a list of actions dads and daughters could take to strengthen their bond, explaining how spending time together, being apart -- it all had deeper ramifications that it seemed.

'There aren't any easy fixes,' Daniela concluded. She'd just given them a list of things they could do to overcome bumps in the road, and she used her laser pointer to circle various items: spend time together, spend time apart, learn a new hobby together… she smiled at the audience. 'Why don't we switch over to the practical part of the workshop?'

Applause rippled through the audience, and Alana could do nothing but stare, as a man she'd spotted here and there confidently strode onto the stage carrying a young woman bound in a tight hogtie, like she was just a piece of luggage.

Bands of beige rope squeezed her tits into perfect perkiness, dug into young bronzed skin around her stomach and thighs. She moaned quietly with each of her father's steps, and when he put her down on the ground, Alana saw it was because of the steel hook coming out of her ass. One end, on the small of her back, featured a loop that the ropes tightly coiled around, and the other disappeared into her asshole, where every move she or her father made caused the tool to shift inside. Her neglected pussy gleamed with lust.

'Mark and Amy found a past presentation of mine very helpful,' said Daniela, not missing a beat. 'Isn't that right?'

The girl -- Amy -- nodded, breathing hard. Mark smiled amiably. Alana could clearly see the thick silhouette of his hard prick tenting his slacks.

'Like Daniela said, we really found it important to start a new hobby together, and we both had an interest in shibari --'

'That's Japanese bondage?' Daniela cut in.

'Right,' Mark nodded. 'It's something that clicked with us right away, because we can enjoy it together, alone, and with other people, too. Sometimes, Amy's really in the mood, but I'm not as young as I used to be…'

He chuckled, self-deprecating, and made a few adjustments to his daughter's binds, so she was lying on her back but still totally restricted, legs spread wide towards the audience. The pink of her little pussy was plain to see, lips trembling with excitement, and both holes twitching, one still engulfing the stainless steel hook.

'... and she can be kind of a brat -- which is my fault, I know -- so I like to put her in timeout while I finish working or rest up a little, but I give her a toy so she won't get bored.'

With that, Daniela produced an elegant glass dildo from behind her lectern, and passed it to Mark, who delicately slid it into Amy's waiting hands. Without hesitation, she grabbed on tight and shoved the entire length in her cunt, keening.

Limited by her ties, she did her best to find more stimulation by rocking her hips into each small thrust, full-body waves rippling her body and making her pert breasts at a constant jiggle.

'... it's important to spend time apart, and to learn patience, too,' Mark's voice faded into Alana's consciousness, and she realised she'd been transfixed by the sight of Amy's public masturbation. She hadn't seen anything this explicit yet, hadn't expected it as part of this lecture --

She glanced at Sam, urgently, wanting to ask her what was happening.

But Sam couldn't talk. Her father was sucking on her tongue, licking her lips, drinking in all of the tiny sounds of pleasure his daughter mewled out. Sam's painted nails dug into his muscular forearm, relishing the slip and slide of their mouths together. They were in their own world.

Beyond them, Alana could see a few other couples kissing, fondling each other. She didn't want to look the other way and risk making eye contact with her dad. What would Roger think?

Did he imagine she'd brought him to a -- a sex show on purpose?

At a loss for where to look, she meekly directed her attention back to the stage, and heard the buzzing noise before she fully took in what was happening.

Amy had been repositioned again, forced into a sort of plank by the ropes tying her to a ring dangling from the ceiling and the hook lifting her hips. Mark held a Hitachi wand to his daughter's dripping pussy, massaging the whirring bulb on the puffy lips and hidden clit as he spoke. He had to be loud and clear to be heard over the mixed sounds of the toy and Amy's gasps of pleasure.

'If we need to get it out of the way quick, or I'm tired but she gives me her best pout, I'll help her out like this. Isn't that right, honey?'

Amy nodded, weakly, biting down hard on her bottom lip. She let out her loudest, sluttiest moan yet when her father pushed the wand hard against her cunt, forcing her to rock back and forth on the hook fucking her asshole.

'She's a really smart girl,' said Mark, with an apologetic glance at the audience. 'She just turns into a cock-hungry whore when she's like this and it's like her brain's made of cotton.'

'Do you have to make her orgasm after every rope session?' Daniela asked.

Mark laughed. 'Usually before! Especially if we're doing a photoshoot or demonstration with other people. They don't know I'm her dad,' he pressed the heel of his palm against his crotch, rubbing his solid erection, 'but there's an artistic element there that doesn't work if she's trying to suck me off the whole time.'

'There,' Daniela looked out at the crowd again, with a confident grin. 'Starting a new hobby together is a great way to learn more about each other and yourselves. It's enriched your life, hasn't it?'

'Oh, yeah,' Mark turned off the wand, and silenced Amy with a sharp slap on the ass when she whined at the lack of stimulation. 'It's opened up a whole new world.'

He started to manipulate his daughter's ropes again while Daniela waxed on about other techniques, but Alana's transfixion was broken by the breathy gasp beside her. She glanced at Sam, the source of the noise.

Sam's small, manicured hand slid up and down her father's dribbling pole, which she'd fished out through his trouser flies. In her elegant grasp, Bill's thick prick looked even bigger, somewhat frightening, even. He, in turn, had hiked up his daughter's dress to dig his thickfingers into Sam's panties. Alana could see his hand move under the cotton, pinching and rubbing Sam's clit, massaging her little pussy. Father and daughter watched the stage, stimulating each other with practiced ease. Sam's thighs clenched around Bill's hand, and she rocked into his palm with quiet gasps, fixated on Mark and Amy.

Alana was apprehensive. She could see something in her peripheral vision. She was very, very aware of her dad's presence, the warmth of his shoulders against hers. She looked ahead.

Amy was now suspended in mid-air. A harness tie squeezed her breasts above and below, forcing them to jut out, with the ropes connecting to a knot that bound her wrists together behind her back. Ropes linked the knot to the loop in the ceiling, and looped her knees to keep them high and spread, exposing her soaking, blushing cunt to the world. Her father lay on a desk below, thrusting into asshole without a hint of embarrassment, and she couldn't do anything but cry out, eyes rolling.

'... it's a pretty good workout, too,' Mark said. He lightly grabbed his daughter by the legs, adjusting where she hung, and Alana saw the shiver that rocked her body.

'My pussy, dad,' she gasped, 'I wanna come! Finger me, daddy, please !''

'And you don't have to deal with the extra weight if your girl's a little heavier.'

Amy whined, and squealed when her dad gripped her hips and impaled her on the full length of his cock. Then, he started fucking her ass full throttle, humping up and slamming her down to reach deep and hard. Alana watched his cock jackhammer into Amy, her stretched asshole seeming to grip around his thick prick when he withdrew.

'We're training her into anal orgasms,' he grunted, 'but it's a work in progress, unless I do -- this --'

With a shudder, he held her down in his lap and rolled his hips, digging in to pump his load as deep into his little girl as he could. Amy's face was frozen in a mute scream, flushed and shiny with sweat, as the cum squirting inside her brought about her own orgasm. Daniela gestured to a someone to the side of the stage, who quickly messed with the ropes tied securely to the ground to lower Amy down onto the desk.

Mark stayed inside her as she descended, running his hands over her body in soothing motions. She looked about ready to pass out, Alana thought -- but she seemed content. When Amy was lying down, Mark gently eased his softening cock out of his daughter. Pearly sperm trickled out of her loose asshole.

Daniela beamed at the audience.

'That wraps up today's class. How about a round of applause for my assistants?'

The ripple of applause snapped Alana out of her trance, and she blinked, looking around. Several couples were still too busy fondling each other to clap, but those who'd finished or hadn't started clapped with enthusiasm, including Sam and Bill. Sam's panties were down around her knees, her pussy and inner thighs wet, while Bill had tucked his dick back in his pants, though the flies were still undone.

Glancing to her other side, she saw her father's hand shaking on the armrest. She was surprised he hadn't left -- was surprised she hadn't left either -- but something about the atmosphere and what happened on stage had been completely spellbinding. It was as if she were regaining her full consciousness now, one sense at a time. As she felt her cunt throb with intense lust, she noticed Roger's cock twitch in his pants -- and she whipped her gaze away, trying not to think about how big it looked.

When they exited the conference room, Roger and Alana couldn't find it in themselves to make eye contact. Even speaking was complicated. What could they say to each other? Did they have to justify not leaving? But neither had made a move to stand up. There was no one to blame. Nothing to distract from the fact that father and daughter had just had front-row seats to public incestuous sex, surrounded by men and girls openly masturbating.

What could they say?

'That was great!' Sam gushed. She hung on to Bill's arm, all but skipping over to her friend. 'Wasn't Daniela good?'

'Uh,' was all Alana could say. Bill laughed.

'You guys look shell-shocked!' He clapped Roger on the back, sending him stumbling forwards. 'I'm taking this man to the bar for a fucking drink. You girls have fun, okay?'

'Bye, cutie,' Sam cooed.

They shared a quick parting kiss, bizarrely chaste after what just happened, and Bill walked off with an arm around Roger, who still hadn't said a thing. Alana couldn't imagine how they'd be sharing a bed together, later. She'd have to get back to the room quick and fall asleep -- or pretend to -- before he returned and awkwardness set in.

Best not address it at all. The spectacle they'd witnessed, the tingles that lingered between her legs, or Roger's quivering cock.

Daniela came out of the room with a smile on her face. 'Thanks for waiting for me, girls. How was I?'

'Amazing!' said Sam. 'Thanks so much for the tips. I still run into problems with Daddy, sometimes, 'cause he doesn't take things seriously enough…'

'I know. I was looking at you during the talk. He'd better shape up before Friday.'

'Friday?' Alana asked, automatically. The final day of the cruise.

Sam nodded. She couldn't contain a grin, blushing with pleasure. 'We're getting married!'

When Alana thought nothing else could shock her, someone around here always found a way to up the ante. Her mouth literally hung open, eyebrows almost at her hairline. There were so many things to ask that they cancelled each other out. Daniela smirked and patted her on the shoulder.

'Sam'll explain,' she said. 'I wish I could stay, but I have to check in on my father.'

'O-oh, you're here with your dad, too?' He had to be significantly older than most of the men aboard.

Daniela nodded. 'People love to come up and ask him questions. This year, he wants to be more hands-off. Usually, he likes to come to the seminars, to see if I'm doing a good job -- and he hasn't had any complaints yet. He used to run them before I took over.'

'Used to…? How long's this cruise been going on?'

In lieu of a reply, Daniela just smiled, with a glint in her eye that made Alana's heart beat fast. The roots of these trips seemed to grow ever deeper, involve more and more people. How many powerful men were fucking their daughters?

As she accompanied Sam down the hallways to the pool for a drink, Alana mulled over this troubling question, only half listening as she nattered on about wedding preparations. A particular snippet of Sam's monologue piqued her curiosity, however:

'... and since I've been saving myself for marriage --'

'Wait, saving yourself? But I saw what you and Bill were… doing.'

Sam giggled. 'There's other ways to be intimate than actual sex. I want my first time with my daddy to be really special, you know? And I can't wait . Ever since we realised we loved each other that way…'

And Alana listened, trying to understand these strange moral codes, as Sam gushed about the day that tipped her relationship with Bill over the edge.

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