Crazy Cruise trip with fathers

Soon after arriving at the Pillar of Salt bar, Bill wandered off with a few buddies, and Roger found himself alone, whisky in hand, searching for some sense to the whole day. He'd gotten hard sitting next to his daughter . He watched a father tie up his child, place a buzzing toy against her pussy, fuck her in the ass -- and while his cock twitched and stiffened in his pants, he could feel the warmth of Alana's shoulder against his, smell that natural scent he'd found such a source of comfort since she was little, hear her breathe in quick.

Why hadn't he grabbed her arm, pulled her away from that spectacle?

How the hell was he going to share a bed with her later that night?

'You look like you've had a rough day.'

Christopher, Kim's dad, had come up behind him, snapped him out of the whirlwind of confusion and heat he'd spun himself into. The previous evening, Yannis made it very clear that he could easily move behind the scenes to give Roger's career second wind, making promises all while casually fondling and kissing his daughter in front of the other two men. Roger shifted, deeply uncomfortable, reluctant to comment in case he jeopardised this new chance. Chris, meanwhile, had been far more comfortable to speak to, keeping it strictly to business and never once hinting at anything untoward. Still, he had to be on this cruise for the same reason everyone else was, right?

Roger couldn't imagine it.

Chris listened to Roger's mixed-up feelings with sympathetic nods, ordering a second round of drinks, then a third.

'I just want to talk things out with Sean and finish this fucking trip already,' Roger sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. 'I feel like I'm going nuts. And I don't know how much this is screwing up Alana. But I can't force her to stay in the room, right? I don't know.'

'I'm sure she can take care of herself,' Chris said, patting his new friend's back. 'Guys here won't force themselves on her, despite everything. They wouldn't risk it. Some of these girls have pretty serious connections out in the real world.'

Roger looked at him, at his caring expression and straight-laced clothes and haircut. 'You're so -- normal .' Christ laughed, but Roger shook his head. 'I mean it. You're reasonable as hell. You're a nice guy. Do you… do you really… do things with Kim?'

The laughter died down quick. Chris pursed his lips, and seemed to consider his words carefully. 'It's more like she does things to me.'

'Huh?'

'You should come to the class in the conference hall tomorrow morning. Unless you're doing something else.'

'Wise guy,' Roger said. He gulped down the rest of his drink. 'I can come. But I'm not bringing Alana.'

'You won't have to. I think you'll learn plenty on your own.'

And he raised his arm to order a fourth round.

🌄🌅🌄 DAY 04 🛳️

Dressed in loose workout gear, Alana knocked on the door, and waited.

After the fiasco of the previous day's exhibitionist "lecture," not a moment had passed where she didn't feel awkward in her father's presence. After tooling around the ship for the better part of the afternoon, she returned to the cabin and actually managed to fall asleep before Roger returned, spending a blissfully dreamless night and waking up at dawn, on the opposite side of the bed to where her dad slept.

Eager to get out before he woke up and talking about what they'd seen reared its ugly head, Alana quietly got up to wash and dress, when she noticed the card that had been slipped under the door. It read, I knocked but you didn't answer! We're going to the gym tomorrow morning if you want to join. Come to my room at 9 and we'll go together. - Elodie.

So, at nine o'clock sharp, Alana's knuckles rapped against her friend's door.

'It's unlocked,' came Elodie's voice. Alana turned the handle and went through.

The cabin was identical to Alana and Roger's own. Elodie stood at the foot of the spacious double bed, in work-out attire. Well, half work-out attire, because her shorts were around her ankles, and she held her panties down, stretching the material forward -- towards her dad, who knelt on the mattress, furiously stroking his cock.

Alana let out a little gasp, and Elodie glanced over at her with a bright smile, speech muffled by the hem of her shirt, which she held between her teeth to better expose her shaved cunt.

'Morning! Just a sec, okay?'

Tony grunted. Alana's eyes roamed from the hand milking his prick up his nude body, to his flushed face -- and his gaze aimed squarely at her. Alana didn't look away, mesmerised by the dark lust in the older man's eyes, wondering what she'd do if she ever saw that look on her own father's features. Her whole body felt hot. Tony's motions sped up, and he pointed his dick at his daughter's crotch to unload inside her underwear, splashing pearly cum on her bare pussy.

There,' he panted, sitting on his heels. 'Happy?'

'Yep!' Elodie pulled up her panties and gym shorts, wiggling her hips as if to spread the warm semen between her legs, and gave her father a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the door. 'Don't have too much fun without me!'

'How could I?' said Tony, with a tired smile. He nodded at Alana. 'Have a good work out, girls.'

'Thanks, dad!'

Elodie smiled at Alana, and started down the hallway. 'Ready to sweat?'

'I guess,' Alana mumbled. If they stayed silent, she wondered whether she'd be able to hear the spunk squishing between Elodie's labia. 'What was… that about?'

'Oh, the…' Elodie made a jerk-off motion with her hand, then patted her mons through her shorts. 'Dad forgot to give me a kiss goodbye yesterday before he headed out for some meetings or something. Now, he's given me something I can feel on my lips all day.'

'Wow.' Alana didn't think she'd ever even considered something that sexual. Not before stepping aboard this cruise. 'That's amazing. And kinda scary.'

'Hey, I'll take it. Speaking of scary: most of the girls are coming, some with their dads, but not Kim. I think she said she had a thing at the lecture hall. I'm sure she'll tell us all about it.'

---

Roger was glad Alana left the cabin early.

He was faintly aware of her getting out of bed in the morning, but only properly woke up a few hours later, groggy and still tired. Mostly, he was relieved to note his daughter was gone, because he sported some serious morning wood in a way he hadn't in maybe a decade. The atmosphere of the ship was thick with sex, so it wasn't surprising -- even if said sex was profoundly wrong. He was still a man, after all.

A cold shower took care of his erection. He'd decided he wouldn't masturbate during the trip. It felt perverted, given the circumstances, and he was a middle-aged guy. He could handle a little sexual frustration for a week-long excursion.

The night before, he'd agreed to meet Chris at the conference hall to find out more about his particular relationship with his daughter, Kim. Roger had met her in passing, the day he approached Alana at a table with her new… friends, and she gave off an acerbic vibe completely at odds with her gentle father. Roger was curious to see what their dynamic entailed, and how a lecture or class would demonstrate it.

As the hour drew near and the hall slowly filled up, Roger was still alone. He noted that a good number of audience members were father-daughter couples, as usual, but the girls generously outweighed the men, today. That was a relief. The dads had to be driving most of the real debased stuff, he reasoned, so a primarily female audience probably meant there wouldn't be anything as shocking on stage today as --

As a man tying up his willing daughter and mercilessly fucking her little asshole.

Fearing his cock would stir again, Roger dismissed the thoughts and tried to concentrate on his immediate surroundings. The doors were closing, and the ambient lights were being dimmed. Where was Chris?

He glanced at the program in his hands. Today's session was named Managing Him , and the description didn't go into much detail about the contents, vaguely talking about the need to assert yourself as a partner as well as a daughter. He'd never consider Alana as a partner , romantic or sexual or otherwise, but he wondered whether he'd always been fair letting her explore her identity as a woman. She was of age, after all, but it was so hard to look at her and not see his beloved child, forever under his protection. Wanting his love. What was she up to now, somewhere on this luxury liner?

The click-clack of heels on the stage and a ripple of applause made Roger look up. Kim strode on, dressed smart-casual, in colours that complemented her tanned skin and dark hair. Beside her was her father, Chris, strapped to a black leather slab on wheels, completely naked, with a massage wand humming against his red, hard cock.

The wand was secured to Chris's prick with two bands, at the base and under the head, keeping it constantly vibrating on the sensitive underside of his shaft and head. Roger could see the short, tremulous breaths shaking Chris's bare torso. A steady trickle of milky precum flowed down his blushing, shaking member.

Kim held a remote control up, and ramped the speed up several notches. Her father gasped, arching his back, and the pre came out in small, powerful spurts instead of a stream. Chris kept his eyes squeezed shut. His face was as red as the tip of his penis.

'Good morning,' said Kim, grinning. 'Are you girls ready to manage your dads?'

---

Alana was sweating, and not just from the exercise.

Things had started off pretty normally. The room was like any gym back home, and she dressed as she would to go to the gym back home, too, in baggy clothes with no hint of eroticism. She noticed that most of the girls wore tight outfits, but nothing out of the ordinary. Most worked out alone, and she could see one young man who had to be a professional trainer, but a few were in pairs with older men to whom they bore a striking resemblance. Still, even though she was nervous, everything seemed above board. She, Elodie, Sam and Erica went through their routines, keeping a brisk but fun pace. She was nervous when Erica's dad turned up, seeing as they never kept their hands off each other at the best of times, but even he just gave them a nod and went about his own workout. It was nice. It was normal.

Alana had almost forgotten her concerns when she spotted a couple in a corner.

A man squatted at the head of a bench, helping his daughter lift a small set of weights. His fat cockhead hung out the right leg of his short shorts, and even as he gently boosted her arms, she focused on sliding her tongue along the underside of her father's dick, swirling it around the tip as best as she could from her position.

From her vantage point, Alana could see the man grow harder, the crotch of his daughter's yoga pants darkening with desire. And she wasn't the only one watching.

A gasp sounded through the gym, and Alana whirled around in time to see Yannis tear his daughter's leggings apart like he'd done it a hundred times before, exposing her pink pussy and tight little asshole for everyone to see.

His shorts were down already, meaty cock bobbing in the air with every movement. Panic rose inside Alana, but she couldn't keep her eyes off Yannis' powerful body as he spat on his cock, lubed it as best he could, and mounted his own daughter like an animal to cram himself deep in her spread asshole.

This was too much.

Alana knew what was going on all around the ship, of course. She'd heard the lurid details, seen the heavy petting, glimpsed some of that sinful fornication on her first night aboard, but now… now, she was watching a man pump his pole in and out of his own child, right in front of her . She could see the sheen of sweat on Yannis and Erica's bodies, the divots of her perfect flesh where her perfectly manicured hands spread her ass open to receive her daddy's love. She could hear the wet noises of sex, Yannis's low grunts, and Erica's ecstatic, high-pitched mewls. Her cunt gleamed.

This was too much .

Elodie caught her eye and grinned.

'It only takes one person going a little too far for this to happen. Especially when it's a couple like those two. Totally fixated on fucking.' She shrugged. 'We're pretty late in the calendar already. You'll see a lot more of it.'

Alana's clit tingled at that promise. She whimpered.

--

So,' Kim said, ignoring her dad's tortured gasps, 'clearly, this man's a cum-brained pervert, so fucked in the head he gets off on being dominated by his daughter, so he might be too stupid to tug on his fuckmeat when he gets horny. You're a girl on the go. You don't want him sticking his nose into your pussy like a dog whenever he gets a boner over your used panties. You need solutions.'

The girls in the audience nodded. Roger still hadn't quite recovered from the shock. Father-daughter relationships could be like this ?! It didn't make any sense. But it was happening, live and unfiltered.

'Sometimes, you can calm him down with a toy.' She flicked Chris's erection, still buzzing with its attached vibe, sending a spasm through his bound body. 'We'll get to this one in a second. This is more of a tease, a way to drive him a little crazy while he's waiting. We know what they really want is to get their dicks into the girls they made. And if you don't have time, or you just don't feel like it, give him one of these.'

The screen above her flashed on, playing a video featuring what could only be Chris, driving his cock down into a specially adapted masturbator. The fleshlight was attached to a pole, letting Chris hump hands-free as much as he liked, and it was upgraded with a heavy vibrating ring. It was rough around the edges, but with the heady sexual miasma on the ship and his resolution not to masturbate, Roger let out a throaty moan at the thought of his own prick sliding into this contraption, every inch stimulated into compulsive thrusting.

Soon, Chris bottomed out in the toy, and Roger watched the cum shoot out of his rosy head, shooting thick white ropes while his taint frantically throbbed.

'There's instructions on building your own Better Hole on our website, but we'll be selling 'em after the talk, too.' Kim grinned. 'Of course, this is as good as my old man gets. Maybe some of you are in the same boat, with a dad who's such a loser he's never earned your cunt, and who won't until he stops cumming like a virgin schoolboy!'

The girls in the audience laughed. Roger was amazed to see that, even with -- and surely because of -- the humiliation, the few fathers in attendance were rock hard. Some of the daughters absently massaged between their dads' legs, as if playing with a stress reliever. He noted that those who weren't erect probably had on some sort of cage, judging by the outline in their pants.

'So you won't be seeing him fuck me anytime soon, but… what do you think?' Kim turned off the wand tied to Chris's penis. He sighed at the respite from constant stimulation, even as his hips rolled for more. 'Daddy dearest's been a good sport, hasn't he? Does he deserve a treat?'

Cries of yes and no came from all over the room, with equal enthusiasm. Kim surveyed the crowd, and Roger was shocked when her eyes narrowed on him.

'We've got one of his friends right here,' she said, with a dangerous smile. 'Mr Hopper. Do you think my father should be allowed to come?'

Roger's gaze flitted to Chris's shivering body, then back to Kim. He didn't know if this was a trick, another punishment for her poor father, or just a way to embarrass Roger himself in front of all these young women.

He nodded. A few of the girls around him booed, but Kim raised her hand.

'I gave him a choice. No sore losers. I hope you ladies all have a friend this good in your life.'

With that, she walked around the leather slab and wrapped an elegant hand around Chris's straining erection. With a few practiced strokes, delivered without passion, Kim quickly pushed her dad past the tipping point and milked out a few feeble squirts of her little brothers.

While Chris lay recovering, she wiped her hands clean with a tissue, and returned to the audience.

'Now that's taken care of… let's move on to the good stuff.'

Roger gulped.

---

Alone in the cabin, Alana lay in bed, blushing.

She'd slipped out of the gym before it had the chance to turn into an all-out orgy, but she couldn't keep her mind off what she'd seen. The sights, sounds, and smells of Yannis and Erica's feral incestuous coupling played in her head on loop, and her slit only throbbed harder.

Hearing about the stories turned her on. There was no denying it. But she figured it was a normal response to a sexy tale, fed by her overactive imagination. If she ever saw real father-daughter sex, instinct would override any kind of arousal, and she'd be just as horrified as she had been on the first day.

That's what she'd told herself.

And now…

Alana tossed and turned. Unable to focus, she thought an early night would help her get over what happened, but all it did was make her obsess while horizontal. The duvet felt stifling hot. She kicked it lower, and hooked a leg over top to get even cooler.

Propping the folded cover up against her panty-clad pussy.

She inhaled sharply. With the thoughts polluting her mind and this new pressure on her crotch, she couldn't help wondering how many girls on the ship were having their pussies touched at this very moment. Innocently , like her. Groped by strong, fatherly fingers, massaging their lips and pressing down on their buttons. Parting under the blunt pressure of their dads' thick cocks.

How thick was her dad's cock?

Mortified, she chased the question away, and had no choice but to focus on the first thought, on what was happening to daughters in cabins all over the ship. She pictured her friends, spreading their legs wide, crushed under their rutting fathers, begging to be flooded with potent sperm.

With these images floating before her eyes, Alana found her hands drift towards her chest, her hips shyly begin to buck. She kept her eyelids firmly shut, so she could pretend she wasn't lifting her shirt up over her tits. She wasn't kneading her young breasts with shaking hands, pinching her hardening nipples, rolling them between her fingers as her knees clenched around the duvet and she humped the mound between her legs. She wasn't stimulating her pussy directly for the first time in days, thinking of all the incestuous seed being spilled that night.

She wasn't bringing herself to orgasm.

The beep of the keycard ripped her out of her trance.

Rushing before her dad came in, Alana quickly moved both her legs under the covers, and shrugged her shirt down enough to make it seem like it had ridden up in her sleep. She didn't have time to do more before Roger quietly walked inside.

He was exhausted.

It was a good thing Alana was asleep, because Roger would've struggled to make small talk about what he'd done that day. He could say he'd attended a talk, and spent the rest of the day sipping cocktails and talking with his new buddy. Both of those things were true. But if Alana prodded any further, what could he say?

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