takes me down to his cabin, the main cabin on the ship. I see a chair by the table and go to sit in it, but he rips off my dress."

"Ah," Stan said.

"Then he throws me on the bed and I’m like naked, and he starts to take off his clothes. There are no sheets on the bed, and I have nothing to cover myself up with. When he has his clothes off, I am shivering with fear. I’ve never seen a man naked, and I’m terribly frightened at what he’s going to do."

"What does he do?" Stan said.

"He rapes me. And he keeps me as his slave."

"Oh shit yeah," Stan said and moaned.

His eyes closed and he came. Kate closed her eyes and moaned, enjoying the feel of his fresh cum filling her pussy and the throbbing of his cock in her channel. They were quiet for a minute or two, basking in the glow of their orgasms with their bodies intertwined.

"Tell me one of yours," she said.

He withdrew his cock from her pussy and she held the slimy, wet shaft against her belly.

"I don’t know, it’s pretty secret."

"So was mine. Come on, tell me. Am I in it?"

"Sort of," he said, and squirmed. "In my fantasy I make love with another man."

Her mouth fell open.

"No kidding? That’s so wild. But I’m not in that."

He shook his head. "Fred is."

"What? You want to have sex with my ex-boyfriend? Oh my God. Wait until I tell him."

"Oh, no. Don’t do that," Stan said.

"Why not?"

"He’ll hate me. He’ll think I’m gay."

She stared at him, then started to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" he said.

"Come on. Everyone knows you’re gay," she said.

"They do?"

She touched his cheek. "Sure. It’s no big deal. Do you really want to fuck Fred?"

"Yes. No. I mean ... Ever since you told me how he’s got ... You know ..."

"A big cock?"

"Yeah, that. I mean, I just ... I’d love to know how it feels to get fucked with that," he said.

"I bet I can talk him into it."

"How?"

She frowned and stared at the ceiling.

"I don’t know. I’ll think if something."

* * * *

Kate was sitting in Fred’s watching him get dressed. She had her feet up on his desk and rocked her left leg side to side. He was putting on a shirt and a nice pair of pants.

"I have a secret," she said.

"What?"

"I’d love to see you make it with another guy."

"What? Are you nuts?" he said.

"You like to watch me make it with other girls, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, I want to see you make it with a guy."

He shook his head. "That’s nuts."

"No more nuts than you wanting to see me with another girl."

He stood up and looked at her again.

"Who?" he said, his eyes narrow slits.

"Stan."

He laughed. "Stan? Are