Daphne's nipples hardened the moment she read the instructions. She had just been summoned for special duty. This was not part of her official role as cruise ship attendant by any means. She had stumbled into this secret assignment innocently and considered it a public service... although that rationale seemed a bit dubious.

After Daphne's mind stopped reeling from excitement at the thought of the classified mission, she tore the note into tiny pieces to ensure that none of her colleagues would ever see it. For good measure, she placed it into a small plastic bag and put it in trash hidden beneath extra tissue paper.

She checked her appearance in the mirror and was satisfied with her reflection. Being a perfectionist, she took a moment to straighten out all the wrinkles from her uniform: a short khaki skirt, a blue polo shirt, and white deck shoes. Her long brown hair, naturally silky and straight, was bound in a neat ponytail. A light touch of gel prevented fly-away strands.

Outwardly, she was young, well-mannered, and had a tight little package accentuated by curves around her hips and butt. 'Something to grab a hold of in bed,' ex-boyfriends used to tell her as a compliment. That always boosted her self-confidence.

Inwardly, a fire raged and her heart raced. Her pussy moistened and she was certain she'd have to change her panties after completing the designated task. And of course, her nipples were rock hard. Daphne was famous in every girl's locker room for having such huge nipples on a thin frame. She was sometimes insecure about its size, but oh goodness, did they feel good whenever they were sucked. It was definitely a trade off that worked in her favor.

When she was finally satisfied, Daphne left her room to carry out her super secret brand of 'Room Service.'

The deck of the ship was hot from the blazing sun. They were near the shores of Costa Rica. It was morning, and some of the passengers were already in the pool or lounging as they tanned. Most of the other travelers were at the breakfast buffet. Daphne smiled to herself thinking of the private 'buffet' on which she would soon feast.

The majority of the passengers were older, married couples. This cruise ship catered to a wealthy clientele. In Daphne's relatively short experience as a cruise attendant, affluent passengers usually tipped well, but they expected a higher level of service. In this instance, Daphne was happy to oblige...

As she nervously walked across the deck, her physical senses heightened. She noticed a few gazes here and there and returned the smiles graciously. Like most women, Daphne was acutely aware of men when they checked her out. Likewise, she could tell when women were warm for her, too. She didn't mind attention from either sex.

A man with a look of uncertainty was about to cross her path. She knew that look all too well. The man had a question, and so she smiled while he made his inquiry.

"Do you know what time breakfast ends?" the man asked. "I'd like to get a massage first, but I don't want to miss out on a meal."

Daphne gave a courteous reply. "Yes, we serve the breakfast buffet until 11 am. Enjoy your breakfast, sir, and the massage."

The man thanked her and they parted ways. Normally, Daphne would have thought nothing of it.

But in her current mood, she thought: 'Oh yes, there will be plenty to eat aboard this ship. You aren't the only one who appreciates fine dining.'

With perfect posture, she continued her walk down the open air deck of the ship. A female colleague was heading her way from a different direction, carrying a big stack of towels.

"Do you need help carrying that?" Daphne asked, politely.

Her coworker smiled and shook her head. "No thanks. I'm almost done. Sheesh, heck of a workout on a warm day. I'm very hot and sweaty under my uniform. Hey, let's catch up at lunch. There's plenty of new gossip."

Daphne agreed to the lunch date and they both said "bye" for the time being. Seeing a fellow cruise attendant carrying a stack of towels was nothing out of the ordinary.

But, given her current mood, she thought: 'Towels are a good idea. Ideal to clean any sort of mess, including germs... or bodily fluids. Good thing washing machines and soap on this ship are industrial strength. But then again, tongues are useful at cleaning certain emissions too.'

When she neared her destination, she was stopped by a curvaceous middle aged woman, who proudly wore a two-piece bathing suit and over it, a sheer cover-up. She also sported a wide brimmed tropical hat as she sipped from a long straw, that stuck out from a freshly opened coconut.

"Excuse me miss," the woman said, plopping the wet straw out of her mouth. "Do you have any idea when we'll reach our destination?"

"It should be about 6 pm. Just in time for a Costa Rican sunset and dinner."

"Thank you, dear," the woman said, trying to contain her glee. "I'm just so excited for... Oh, nevermind. I shouldn't speak such things in front of you. I just love coming... on these trips."

Daphne looked at the woman, who was wearing a sly grin, and wondered if her word choice was intentional. It appeared that she wanted to say more, but hesitated.

The woman continued, "Look at you, you're so sweet and innocent. Are you even allowed to be near alcoholic beverages?"

Daphne laughed. "Actually, I'm several years above the age limit. So yes, I can certainly be around adult beverages, and activities."

"Oh my, when you have more time, you have to tell me your secret for having such a nubile appearance."

"It would be my pleasure," Daphne blushed. "By the way, you look ravishing in that bathing suit. Single men should be so lucky to be around someone with your level of energy. My goodness."

The woman beamed. "Thank you very much. You're so sweet. I hope to see more of you... on this trip."

As their cheeky conversation ended, Daphne couldn't tell if intense sunlight was causing the woman to squint, or if she was winking in a flirtatious way. She hoped it was the latter.

As they parted ways, the woman took a big sip from her straw and headed towards a lounge chair. It was the typical, friendly exchange that Daphne normally shared with passengers.

But, given Daphne's current mood, all she could think was: 'You look so natural sucking on that straw. It's long, but you managed it with ease. Practice much? By the way, were you just flirting with me or was the sun in your eyes? If you were flirting, I'm not hard to find. Anytime, anywhere, anyplace. My services are always available.'

She finally reached the private living quarters for passengers on the ship. Room 378. There was a sign which read DO NOT DISTURB hanging from the door. In this instance, it meant that no one could enter except for the special cleaning girl.

Daphne used her key card and slowly opened the door. It was her third time doing this, but it wasn't any easier than the first. She was nervous and her breathing was labored.

Inside, the room was darkened. But, sunlight peeked through the partially closed curtains, allowing Daphne to see clearly.

Daphne gently closed the door behind her, which was mainly out of grace, since she hated the sound of doors slamming. She removed her shoes and socks, walking barefoot on the carpet.

She didn't say a word, but simply followed the noises in the background. It was obvious two people were having sex; moaning and panting came from the bedroom. The noises were intense, but didn't sound frenzied. It wasn't like a porn video. Rather, it sounded like a happily married couple who just happened to be enjoying a good fuck session. If they had summoned Daphne's services, they must have been in a particularly kinky mood.

Everything in the room was nice and tidy. It was the usual scene. Two open suitcases sat on the racks which had been provided. Accessories were scattered around the tables, mostly feminine items. Two family photos had been placed on a table to provide some reminders of home. How very white-collared and ordinary they looked in their normal setting. And some clothing lay scattered, as well.

From the looks of things, the couple brazenly having sex on the bed appeared to be in their mid to late 40's. Both were completely naked on the bed sheet, with the blankets pushed off the bottom of the bed. The husband and wife were both blonde and they sported bronze skin tones from the last few days of intense sun.

Daphne sat down on a seat beside them and watched as they fucked each other. She wondered if they knew that room service had arrived, or if they even cared. Maybe they liked the audience?

The husband lay on top of the wife; their legs intertwined. Resting his weight on his left elbow, he cradled her face with his right hand. Daphne watched the husband thrust forcefully into his wife. Their foreheads touched and they intermittently kissed each other with loving passion. It was obvious that she was on the verge of an orgasm as her toes began to curl. The husband shifted to a kneeling position and fucked her harder.

He towered over her and said, "I love you so much."

Now that she was clearly able to see the wife, Daphne found her to be very attractive. Suddenly, it dawned on her that these people were the Thompsons. As soon as she recognized them, a current of excitement flowed between her legs. They had briefly spoken a few times during the trip, mostly on the deck. Had they known that Daphne was the 'cleaning girl' they summoned?

This is one of the perks of the job, Daphne thought. She enjoyed meeting an array of interesting people from all over the world. The Thompsons were no exception. From what she gathered, they were both doctors. In passing, she had heard the wife on the phone with a patient in need of emergency advice. Her tone was very kind and informal with the patient in need. The husband had chimed in with some additional advice as well. Daphne wished she could find a doctor like that.

Both of them seemed polite, outgoing, and unassuming in every way. But now they were totally naked in bed, fucking before her very eyes.

Suddenly, Mrs. Thompson began to wail. It was clear that she was in the throes of an orgasm as her body shuddered and she clasped her husband's thighs. Mr. Thompson grunted and he undoubtedly came inside of his wife. He laid on top of her for a few moments, kissing her, breathing heavily as they enjoyed their communal ecstasy.

Daphne watched with delight as the highly charged, yet seemingly romantic fuck session had ended. It made her feel warm inside and she was certain that there was a wet spot in her panties now.

Finally, the husband rolled to his side, exposing his flaccid penis and his wife's naked body. Both of their genitals were covered with wet fluids; a potent combination of the wife's juices along with white cum from the husband's cock. Daphne licked her lips in anticipation.

Surely both of them knew that Daphne was sitting there, but neither of them paid any attention to her, yet. Were they used to a third person watching?

Out of eagerness, and a strong sense of wanting to get involved, Daphne cleared her throat loudly to get their attention.

"Ugghhh Hmmm..." she coughed, cutely. She then greeted them with a polite smile.

Mr. Thompson was the first to actually look at her. The wife remained in her trance, eyes closed and breathing deeply.

The husband whispered in his wife's ear. "Close your eyes and rub your clit, darling. I want you to stay warm and wet. Think naughty thoughts for our guest. You are so full of cum... it's overflowing from your perfect pussy."

Obediently, the wife closed her eyes, parted her legs, which were bent at the knees, and rubbed her own clitoris. She was extra careful not to interfere with the cum in her freshly fucked pussy.

"Thank you for coming," he said casually to Daphne, like this was nothing. "You're obviously the cleaning lady."

Daphne smiled coyly. "Figuratively."

"Are you new?" Mr. Thompson was staring fixedly at his wife's pussy while he spoke to Daphne. It was as if he was watching to make sure she followed his instructions.

"To what?"

He looked amused and caressed his wife's stomach. "Let's start with your official job. I don't recall seeing you before. You look young."

By now, the wife had regained her senses, choosing to only look up at the ceiling while enjoying the afterglow of her morning orgasm. Daphne couldn't stop looking at this attractive, mature, naked beauty. She struggled to turn her attention back to the husband and away from the mesmerizing scene between the wife's legs.

"I'm actually 26," Daphne said, feeling flattered.

"Your ponytail gives you a youthful appearance. I mean that as a compliment."

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson."

"Ah, you remember our names," he said, impressed.

"I have a good memory and enjoy paying attention to our guests. And, to answer your question, I've worked for this cruise line a little less than a year. I used to be a hotel receptionist. So I have a bit of experience dealing with all sorts of clients and their needs."

He nodded. "You have the composure for this line of duty."

For a moment, Daphne couldn't figure out what he meant. Did he mean being a cruise attendant, or the other thing...

"Thank you, sir."

"Is this a fetish of yours?"

Daphne instinctively licked her lips. "Let's just say that I'm not as innocent as I look."

"I like that," he said, containing himself.

"Hopefully I'm not too obvious about my interests. It's something I prefer to keep private."

"Likewise. We're extremely discreet as well."

Daphne nodded. "Then we're on the same page."

"Tell me what you think of my wife" he asked, now rubbing the breasts of the other Dr. Thompson.

He tweaked her nipple and she yelped in response. At this point, the wife smiled up at her husband and touched his forearm as he continued to rub her stiff brown nipples. With her other hand, she persistently circled her clit with two fingers.

"She's gorgeous," Daphne said truthfully. "I'm excited for this."

"She needs to hear more. My wife can be a bit apprehensive about these sorts of encounters. But make no mistake, she loves it. Secretly, she craves these types of encounters. Hearing your compliments may help her relax for what's about to come."

Daphne gulped. "Well, I find older women to be... very .... sexy."

"Go on. Tell her more."

Daphne licked her lips. "Your wife looks delicious. To be honest, I love that she's a doctor. Sorry, but I overheard her talking on the phone yesterday. I love that she's so professional and unassuming. She's beautiful in every way. The fact that she's here, naked in bed, with... you know... a special treat between her legs is just amazing."

"Tell me how it makes you feel to see what I've left between my wife's legs."

The husband was very direct and had really taken command of the situation, for the moment.

Daphne blushed. "I think you know."

"Tell me, I insist."

"It makes me feel... wet. My panties are stained right now."

"Show us," he instructed.

At this point, Mrs. Thompson turned her head to get a good look at the room service girl. Their eyes locked and Daphne could see arousal.

Daphne spread her legs as she remained seated and brought her bare feet up to the cushion. She splayed her legs lewdly. Then, she pulled her skirt so that her white panties were visible to the married couple. The captivated audience added fuel to Daphne's fire, and she tugged her panties to the side to reveal her wetness.

Immediately, she knew they liked what they saw. And why wouldn't they? Daphne's pussy was so young and fresh. It glistened with blatant feminine arousal and the scent of her musk permeated the room.

The husband caressed his wife's breasts as they both laid still, studying the young girl and her very wet pussy.

"My wife's nipples are telling me that the sight of your pussy has aroused her."

The wife stopped masturbating and finally spoke, with a pleasant smile on her face. "Understatement of the year. You're a unique girl. On one hand you seem so proper, and on the other, so naughty."

Daphne's back straightened and she pushed her chest forward. "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson."

"We can see and smell your pussy from here," the wife teased.

Daphne blushed. "I can imagine. My body is pretty responsive and this is extremely stimulating."

"We'd like to see what else you're hiding underneath that uniform," said the female Dr. Thompson. "You're a cutie pie."

All this talk of 'pie' was certainly making Daphne hungry; she had her own craving for a special kind of pie.

"It would be a pleasure to remove my outfit."

Daphne stood before the couple and straightened her outfit, even though she was about to get undressed. It was the first time she had ever gotten naked while performing this duty. It was totally unnecessary, but made perfect sense. An already taboo situation was about to become even more kinky.

She peeled off the top layer, then the bottom. While wearing just her undergarments, Daphne paused and looked at the two as they lay on the bed. The husband and wife both stared, as the husband continued to stroke his wife's ample breasts. Daphne wanted to do her best for this loving couple. She took a deep breath as she removed everything. It wasn't meant to be a slow seduction. None of her moves were particularly sexy or interesting. Daphne wasn't a girl who possessed those moves.

What she did possess, however, was honesty. It was clear that she was nervous and shy about sex, even though she offered her 'cleaning services' to select passengers. And that reluctance was attractive to a lot of people, including the Thompsons, who watched with particular interest. It made Daphne's act of baring her body more enticing.

Daphne finally stood before them as a naked young beauty: thin body, large nipples, small breasts, big clit, and a neat ponytail.

"This might be the highlight of our trip," the husband said. "But we need more light to fully appreciate you. And you can have a better look at what you'll be cleaning this morning."

The husband got out of bed, his wet cock dangling, and pulled back the curtain in the dimly lit room. Sunlight shone on their naked bodies. In the light of day, they all had a good look at each other. While Daphne was usually uncomfortable about her body, this was an easy way for them to get better acquainted. Given the unique circumstances, it did put them all on equal footing. The husband returned to the bed and continued to pet his wife.

Daphne could see they both found her attractive; the couple looked at her as they kissed each other with open mouths. Finally, they broke away from each other and a broad smile appeared on their faces.

"You're even prettier in the sunlight," the wife smiled.

Daphne beamed. "Thank you. I feel the same about you."

"And I love your nipples," the wife added lustfully. "They're so robust and suckable."

Daphne was filled with pride. "Thank you, ma'am."

"I could admire them all morning, but we're supposed to be meeting friends at 9:30 for breakfast. Would you mind performing the service now?"

There was a sincere shyness to her request for the very nasty act. As she asked, Daphne couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Thompson pulled hard on one of her own nipples while Mr. Thompson sucked the other. No matter how respectable they were in their everyday lives as medical professionals, this couple was not prude in the bedroom.

Daphne gulped. "Yes, with pleasure."

None of them were ignorant about the next step and they all got in position. The husband propped himself up on the headboard with his knees bent and parted. The wife assumed the same pose, laying in front of her husband. He hooked his arms under her knees, spreading her widely open, for service. Mrs. Thompson was left completely exposed and unable to move, or even wiggle much. Her dish was ready to be served.

Daphne positioned herself at the bottom of the bed, getting on all fours. She crawled forward, slowly, but confidently, with her eye on the prize.

It was an ideal set-up. Mr. Thompson was serving his wife's cum coated pussy to Daphne.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" the wife asked. "The taste of this isn't for everyone, and I'd be embarrassed if you suddenly became disgusted with your duties."

Daphne smiled. "Mrs. Thompson, I can assure you, I'm a woman who takes her job seriously. And my job, right now, is interior cleaning... so to speak. I'm a diligent worker and I love my job. In fact, I consider my service to be a pleasure, literally."

"Well then," the wife said with a wry expression. "Don't let me stop you."

Daphne resumed her kneeling position and got a look at the warm nectar she would enjoy this morning. Mrs. Thompson's spread legs were fairly toned, strong and curvy. They were the most beautiful legs Daphne had ever seen. It was clear this woman was an exercise fanatic. While she wouldn't pass for a woman of thirty, she looked remarkably youthful.

As Daphne got closer, the sight and aroma of the cream pie overwhelmed her. It was encased between brown, wet labia that had a 'freshly fucked' look. Inside, Daphne had a glimpse of Mrs. Thompson's fleshy pink interior. A patch of pubic hair topped the mouth-watering treat. Looking in closer, Daphne got the perfect view of the prize.

Fresh. Warm. Delicious.

Daphne could not resist the scrumptious dish which was being served to her. White cum drizzled slowly out of Mrs. Thompson's fresh tart. There were dollops of cum surrounding the pulpy center, as well. Judging by the wet spots on the bed sheet, it was evident that Mrs. Thompson had squirted earlier. Daphne felt a twinge of sadness for the ambrosial fluids that had been lost to her.

It was finally time to make her move. Enough with the banter, waiting, and anticipation; Daphne was a girl with a job to do. She moved in and settled the front of her bare breasts flat on the bed. Her head was positioned right between the wife's legs, directly in front of the cum infused confection.

"How do you like the view?" the husband asked.

Daphne gave her assessment. "I'm no chef, but I'd say that this pie appears to be perfectly prepared. I can see the filling peek through and it looks so appetizing. Judging by the thick consistency, the ingredients must have been organic. But, to be certain, I need to sample this concoction."

Finally, she stuck her tongue out and licked the cum drenched outer portion of Mrs. Thompson's pussy. It was a nice long lick; a lick big enough to taste the husband's cream which was mixed with splashes of the wife's honey. Daphne withdrew her tongue, generously coated with the mixture, closed her lips, and gulped it down.

"Well?" the husband asked curiously, in a playful way.

Daphne loudly smacked her lips together. "Hmmm... Exactly as I expected. This combination of ingredients is savory, while at the same time, intensely sweet. You've produced what I would consider to be an award winning taste profile. However, this cruise line mandates the highest quality of customer care, so I feel that it's my duty to engage in further inspection."

"You have such great culinary observations," the wife chimed in with a smile.

"I can only give my honest opinion."

Digging in, Daphne feasted on the treat, starting with the outer edges. She licked the labia like an ice cream cone. Is cum a flavor that's served at ice cream parlors? Oh how Daphne wished it was! With each lick, she brought her tongue inside her mouth and gulped down the warm cum mixture, taking her time to taste and savor it. Smacking her lips together each time.

When the outer layer had been glazed with her saliva, all that was left was the white filling inside of the pink pussy. Even after all the licking she had just done, her mouth continued to drool as she studied the hot cream pie. It was a dream come true. A real prize. Her favorite (and secret) perk of this job.

"Go ahead," the wife encouraged, when Daphne stared too long. "Don't be shy about it."

Daphne looked up to the wife's eyes. "Do I look shy?"

With an empty tummy, lustful heart, and parted lips, Daphne bent forward and pressed her mouth against the gaping pussy hole. It was simply a hard kiss at first, as if to latch her lips tightly around the pussy so that no drop would escape. Daphne gave a small suck to confirm that the lock was air tight.

Then she worked her oral magic. She sucked hard and suddenly Daphne's mouth was flooded with globs of Mr. Thompson's filling. It was thick, zesty, and very evocative. She savored the texture in her mouth as she continued to suck on the pussy. As an extra bonus, the aftertaste of Mrs. Thompson's squirt gave it a full-bodied finish.

Tasting this was heaven, she thought. Eating cum isn't for everyone, but it was perfect for Daphne. It satisfied a natural craving from deep within her. What aroused Daphne the most was knowing where it came from, and what it represented. This potent pudding was the result of primal lust, of a man's cum and a woman's squirt. And from a loving couple at that.

"You're so good at that," Mrs. Thompson purred, enjoying the cleaning. "You must really love your job. Oh...what a lovely girl you are."

Daphne hummed in enjoyment. "Mmm Hmmm"

Her sucking and licking produced an increasing level of response in Mrs. Thompson. Daphne's tongue relentlessly plunged into the depths of the pussy to tease out more of the delicious custard. Every time she swallowed, the sensation of cum sliding down her throat caused her pussy to tighten.

Daphne felt appreciated when Mrs. Thompson moaned and reached down to caress her hair. Acknowledgement and acceptance made this act mutually gratifying. There was nothing degrading or humiliating about these encounters. They were meant to be passionate and constructive... a judgment free environment for people to explore their kinks and fetishes. These sessions allowed Daphne to revel in her naughty needs.

Mr. Thompson began to murmur softly into his wife's ear. "You need to come again, Babe. Relax and let it happen."

Daphne felt the all-too-familiar signs of a woman stimulated to the point of climax, as she lapped away at her pussy. Daphne's hands, which rested on the thighs of Mrs. Thompson, sensed tremors in the legs. Looking up at the beautiful face of Mrs. Thompson, Daphne saw that an orgasm was imminent.

"Oh! I'm going to cum again! Please, don't stop!" Mrs. Thompson said, as her hands clawed her husband's legs.

Daphne kissed the pussy hole with cum-covered lips. "Enjoy."

The cum was mostly gone by this point, having been ingested by Daphne and her insatiable appetite. Daphne plunged her tongue deeper inside the hole, scrounging for any last morsel of cum; when there was none left, she used her tongue to work the clitoris. Mrs. Thompson was finally driven over the edge.

Daphne's tongue worked its wonder on the clit and she was treated to an extra serving of female fluids. Mrs. Thompson had managed another squirt this morning, a small one, which helped wash the cum down Daphne's throat. Oddly enough, it was a perfect palate cleanser after devouring a warm cream pie.

"Ohhh..." the wife purred again. "You do that so well. I think I'm about clean. And you've made me cum again."

Daphne finished off the pussy. "Mmm Hmmm."

Releasing her suction, she kissed the labia with reverence.

"Daphne, look at me," said Mrs. Thompson. "I've never felt so cared for by anyone but my husband. You are a special girl with a wonderful gift for putting people at ease. Thank you."

"It was entirely my pleasure," Daphne said, kissing the clit.

"Will you show my husband the same kindness? I want him to experience your talent. His orgasms are as important to me as my own."

Daphne licked the clit. "Oh yes. My services are gender-neutral. I cater to anyone who's clean, caring, and kind. And you two fit the bill."

"How sweet of you to say."

The wife sat up and she gently cupped Daphne's face in her hands, leaned over, and kissed her deeply. It was an intensely intimate exchange, and Daphne knew this woman greatly valued her skill.

Mrs. Thompson then laid beside her husband on the bed and stroked his chest. It was now Mr. Thompson's turn to receive a special cleaning. He and Daphne smiled at each other, and Daphne could have sworn that his flaccid cock twitched. It was still moist from the wife's squirt, and there were a few globs of his cum around the shaft. It appeared that more was leaking from the tip.

Ah, the source of that delicious cream pie!

"Will it get hard again?" Daphne teased.

He smiled. "It all depends. At my age, it may take a bit longer. But who knows, you're amazing and what I just watched was incredibly erotic."

Daphne rubbed his thighs. "If it does get hard, do you think you think it would produce any more nectar?"

"I suppose it depends on how thorough you are."

She touched the base of the wet cock. "An incentive. I like that."

She made a silent vow to try and get him as hard as possible. Daphne bent forward and engulfed his penis in her mouth. Immediately, she welcomed the zesty taste of his cum. After latching on tightly with her lips, she made an airtight seal and sucked powerfully. Anything on his cock was immediately slurped passed her tongue and down her throat. Ah, the familiar flavor of sex!

Daphne was pleased when the cock in her mouth became firm. Her tongue and lips had never failed to inspire sexual arousal in an intended target. As the cock grew, she worked the shaft with her hand while continuing to stimulate the head with her tongue. All the cum and squirt had already been devoured by Daphne. So when she stroked his hardening base, her own saliva provided the lubrication.

"You're an angel," he moaned.

Daphne kissed the tip. "With all due respect, the purest thing in this room is the whiteness of your cum. Let's see if you can give me more."

"I'm hoping to make you a happy girl."

That sounded promising, so she kept sucking and stroking the ever-growing cock.

Mrs. Thompson spoke up, "Daphne dear, my husband likes a very certain pace. Would you mind if I helped you pleasure him?"

Daphne's heart jumped for joy. This couple was very in tune with each other. Never before had a spouse been so involved in Daphne's work.

"Mrs. Thompson, I would love for you to assist in whatever way you feel best so that your husband finds joy." said Daphne, with great sincerity.

It pleased Daphne that there was no jealousy at play. The Thompsons cared about each other and their orgasms. There would be no guilt or remorse, just carnal camaraderie.

Looking down at Daphne with honest affection, Mrs. Thompson said, "I'd like to use your ponytail to guide you."

Daphne nodded in approval as she continued to bob her head up and down the cock.

Mrs. Thompson straddled her husband's face, bringing her pussy to his mouth, while she faced Daphne. Then she held Daphne's ponytail at the base, while Daphne was still hard at work sucking the cock. Then she slowly, but firmly, guided Daphne's head up and down her husband's manhood. It was an incredibly deviant act as she controlled the pace and depth of Daphne's blowjob.

Daphne kept sucking Mr. Thompson's dick, which had become rock hard. Apparently, the taste of his wife's cunt was like instant viagra. She briefly wondered if Mrs. Thompson's clean pussy was receiving any attention from the husband's mouth. "Mmm..." Mrs. Thompson groaned slowly. Daphne had her answer.

Daphne knew that both Thompsons were highly aroused and felt certain she'd soon taste a divine discharge from the husband. After several more minutes, the dick in her mouth suddenly swelled and began to pulsate. Knowing that she would bring an orgasmic outcome to this couple made her feel powerful.

The husband's body tensed.

"Cum in her mouth," the wife said as her pussy was being eaten. "Let it go, you need this. Do it for me. Do it for Daphne, too."

"Mmm Hmm..." Daphne vocalized with a cock down her throat.

For the second time that morning, Daphne felt thigh muscles seize at the onset of an orgasm. Daphne continued her efforts, aided by Mrs. Thompson and was soon rewarded when a shot of cum squirted from the tip of Mr. Thompson's cock. The velvety cum flooded her mouth as his dick twitched.

The wife let go of Daphne's hair after he came, then she rolled to the side to lay with her husband again. The married couple looked at Daphne with admiration in their eyes.

When Daphne opened her mouth to reveal the freshly milked cum, the husband and wife were simply mesmerized. Then Daphne closed her mouth and gulped in an exaggerated fashion. They both marveled at her outstanding abilities.

"My services this morning are complete," Daphne smiled, licking her lips clean.

Mr. and Mrs. Thompson appeared puzzled as they returned Daphne's gaze. A wordless communication seemed to pass between them, before Mrs. Thompson spoke.

"Daphne dear, you've brought us such happiness today," the wife said. "May we return the favor? You definitely deserve to cum."

Dumbstruck, Daphne paused before nodding. The first two times she cleaned in her special way, no "tip" was included. It wasn't really needed either. Daphne was highly aroused just by consuming cum mixed with pussy juice, from a freshly fucked cunt. Afterwards, she'd simply returned to her room and masturbated while enjoying the aftertaste.

This generous offer reaffirmed her belief that the Thompsons were quality people. But she had never before cum in front of strangers. At this point, did the Thompsons still count as strangers?

Mrs. Thompson assumed control of the situation. "Daphne dear, I want you to lay on your back, with your head on the pillow."

Daphne did as requested, nervously laying next to the husband. As Daphne lay quietly, the wife ran her fingers gently down Daphne's face. Mrs. Thompson kissed Daphne while continuing to stroke her cheek.

Mrs. Thompson whispered, "Daphne, the size of your nipples are astounding. They're nearly the size of grapes. They must be highly sensitive."

To prove her point, Mrs. Thompson first licked, and then drew a nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the flesh. Daphne whimpered in delight from the gentle treatment. Then as Mrs. Thompson gently bit down with her teeth, Daphne moaned desperately.

Meanwhile, Mr. Thompson moved between Daphne's legs, parted them, and licked her pussy. Daphne was so extremely aroused from her work on the sexy couple, that she already felt dangerously close to her own climax. Her eyes rolled back as Mr. Thompson penetrated her pussy with his tongue, while the wife continued to stimulate those generously sized nipples.

Could this be real, Daphne wondered. Was it possible that two highly educated, well respected doctors were now working in concert to give her a screaming orgasm? She looked at the woman beside her and the man between her legs. This was definitely a dream come true.

"Is Daphne wet?" inquired Mrs. Thompson.

Mr. Thompson replied, "Yes, Babe. Her pussy is wet, tight and delicious. It's every bit as glorious as I thought it would be."

"Oh! I need to sample that special sauce," the wife said with excitement. "After all, she tasted my pussy when it was full of your cum. Daphne, can I please drink from your sexy spring as well?"

Daphne was lost in a haze of lust, bordering on frenzy. Her arms were above her head, grasping at sheets; her legs were held in place by Mr. Thompson. As Mrs. Thompson continued to torment her tits, she writhed on the bed in ecstasy. She barely registered the wife's request, but nodded forcefully. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson changed places.

The wife put her nose directly in Daphne's pussy and giggled. "Now I see why you enjoy this so much."

She stuck her tongue right into the center of Daphne's warm, wet hole. Lips closed over Daphne's clit as fingers entered her depths. Mrs. Thompson was very persistent in her quest to find Daphne's g-spot with three of her fingers. After finding it, she pumped away with energy.

Suddenly, the husband's fingers joined the party between Daphne's legs. He was persistent on helping and immediately rubbed her clit in circles. He even put a few fingers inside. Daphne was uncertain how many nestled in her at that moment; she was on sensory overload.

About twenty seconds later, Daphne erupted in a sexual explosion. The force of her climax was unparalleled, although her experience was limited. Her pussy convulsed and she cried out in euphoria. The wave seemed to crest forever. Eventually, she was spent, and slowly, all of the fingers retreated from her stretched hole.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself flanked by the married couple, who were pleased with their handiwork (literally). Daphne felt cherished by the Thompsons. It was a special moment for the three lovers.

But all good things must come to an end.

Mrs. Thompson rose first and Daphne watched her move to the bathroom. A short time ago, Daphne had eaten a sexual medley from the woman's pussy. Now, she was up and about, on her way to meet friends for breakfast. Daphne was amazed at her poise and greatly admired this woman. The husband rose too, and Daphne wished she could thank him forever for letting her taste his amazing cum.

Daphne took a moment to relish the post-orgasmic wetness that had pooled between her legs. Thankfully, she still had the taste of fresh cum lingering on her tongue. While she would have liked to have fallen into a post-sex coma, she was a consummate professional. Collapsing on a guest's bed was inappropriate. Instead, she stretched her naked body like an awakening cat and climbed out of bed.

Using a paper towel, she wiped her pussy and washed her hands. Then she slipped her panties back on, noticing that the couple were gazing at her naked figure as she was getting dressed. In concert, they smiled encouragingly at her.

It was Mrs. Thompson who spoke first, while naked. "Daphne, this was a true pleasure. We've never experienced customer service like this before."

"It was entirely my pleasure," Daphne smiled with a professional tone, after clasping her bra and tucking away her big nipples. "As always, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

When she left the cabin with her uniform properly arranged, the taste of cum still lingered in her mouth, thankfully. The smile never left Daphne's face as she walked across the deck of the ship. There were a few menial tasks she still had to perform, and she also needed to meet her friend for lunch. But first, she needed to change her panties and wash the enticing aroma out of her breath.

The End