Due to very few comments I don't know if this story is worth continuing. It was my first attempt, but I am not going to stop writing to me even the worse writers need to express themselves I hope you will enjoy.
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As I strapped Michelle to the cross, she trembled in anticipation. Her eyes twinkled, her lips were moist from her tongue softly caressing to them keep them shimmering. Most importantly, her pussy was dripping from the many loads of cum from our marathon fuck-fest. It was a mixture of hers and mine with a hint of Zoe and Inga's saliva, from the almost constant attention we had given her over the last 5 hours. Timmy had come and helped me fix the "Saint Andrews Cross" I had borrowed from Inga.
Timmy was a one of the sailors aboard the ship. He was a young man maybe 23 years old and quite shy. I had asked him to help with a pulley system to make the cross more agile so one person could change it to fix the position to however they wanted. I offered Michelle to him.
He said, "Sir, I want to thank you for your kind offer, but I am gay. I did fuck her a few times before, that was for your pleasure and I would much rather suck all the cum out of her at some time in the future after she has had a lot of men dump their jizz in her. Would that be alright with you, sir?"
I replied, "Come back tomorrow morning and you can clean her up."
Now I was strapping Michelle to the leather clad arms of the cross. I had her stand on pegs to adjust for her height after all she was a petite five feet. I tightened the ankle restraints holding her legs apart and off the floor by a foot. I placed another pair of straps around her thighs; they were about 2 inches wide. Moving upward to her tiny waist, a 3-inch strap was holding her tightly against the apex. Her arms stretched as far along the top branches of this wonderful apparatus as they could be.
I inspected each strap, where her body parts were secured to allow easy access to them from between the solid rails. Everything but her head and neck settled in with support. When I closed each strap, her wondrous lithe body would quiver with a tiny orgasm. I reached between her out-stretched legs and gathered a handful of the mixture of juices, and placed it under her nose as she inhaled, and then fed it into her hungry mouth.
I kissed her passionately. Once I broke the kiss, I covered her entire head and face with a full executioner's hood with opened zipper for her mouth then looped a chain through the ring atop the hood, attached it to the crossbar 2 feet above her head. This process secured her to the cross in every point needed for suspension without causing too much stress on any part of her glorious body.
There was no room for her to wiggle, squirm, or twitch. I reassured her with each strap that I would never do anything that would cause her long-lasting negative pain. I placed in her tiny left hand a clicker, with instructions that if things got too much, she was to click it and I would stop whatever was going on and end it. With her eyes covered by the zipped hood, I closed the zipper over her mouth and walked out the door leaving her there in the dark unable to call for help. I waited to hear the clicker, but nothing clacked.
I walked to the steering house and chatted with the Captain and she said, "We have the "Once-In-A- Lifetime" ship hailing us. We are going to make ship-to-ship docking and see where that leads. Their Captain is a wonderful man and a personal friend of mine."
I wondered if that meant everyone would be getting dressed. My question very quickly answered. The crew on our ship started to jump. When they jumped, their cocks slapped loudly against their bellies, and they cheered, but made no movement to get dressed.
Within 15 minutes, we were side-by-side with the "Once-In-A- Lifetime" that ship was about two-thirds the size of ours but seemed to have more crewmembers. Both crews were tossing ropes back and forth tying them onto things I had never noticed before. The "Down on Me II" had sent the gangplank toward the other ship and before long; the Captains were saluting each other and then embraced in a kiss that was well beyond friends. Captain Katie Malone (Kate) introduced me to Captain Bart Malone, her brother. I shook his hand and smiled for I knew why Kate had been such a good and willing fuck before.
The "Once-In-A- Lifetime" I found out was carrying a crew of 15 with an additional passenger manifest of 16 adding 31 new possible playmates for my princess and me.
I said to Captain Bart, "Please if possible, your passengers are invited to come aboard and have diner in our galley, if Captain Kate does not object."
I turned to Kate and she said, "That would be a wonderful idea if your chef would be willing to come aboard and help ours prepare a nice meal. Do you still have that chief Stewart with the ummmm big ahhhh...?" Before she could finish her question, her brother said, "Yes the chief steward here as well." Kate blushed and said, "Good."
I noticed Kate trembling as she took her brother by the arm, excused them as they walked toward the steering house.
I went below to my stateroom thinking I should check on Michelle. When I opened the door, I smelled her aroma. On further inspection, she had cum so much that puddles were forming on the floor between her legs. I walked over, unzipped her eye coverings and her mouth cover. She pleaded, "Daddy I need something in my cunt it is sooo wet and I am so horny! I love this. Please fuck and fuck and fuck me hard make me cum for you. I love you! Pleaseeee?"
I complied by kneeling down and leaned inward to her mound placing loving little kisses where her pubic hair would have been. Moving my tongue around the swollen bump above the sweet love slit of my 19-year-old daughter, while she tried to squirm only to be firmly held in place by the leather straps and chain holding her head allowing her to turn her head side-to-side but nothing else.
Going ever so slowly I licked down the crease where the perfect thighs met, not yet touching her labia or the hooded clit, although her clit was clearly visible from its no longer hidden by its cover due to the massive amount of blood filling it. This little love nub, no longer pink, but purple and poking out almost a ΒΌ inch. I blew a warm breath across it and the orgasm squirted down her legs giving me the sweetest love juice I have ever tasted. Continuing downward until reaching her left ankle, I kissed each little toe, and licked in between them and finally sucked them into my mouth.