From Rags to Bitches

by Lord John Thomas

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, BiSexual, Gang Bang, Harem, Interracial, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: This story tells how I rose from a simple factory girl, to being one of the richest women in England. But it wasn't a journey without its moments of peril.

Part One - An Unorthodox Climb Up The Social Ladder.

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

As I lay there on my back by the side of the pool, with two of my man-servants massaging my stark naked body with exotic oils, I could feel that unmistakable feeling welling up down in my crotch. Then as my hips began the involuntary lift, James (one of the two servants), started to work his fingers into my pussy. So as I lay there about to be taken to heaven, I overheard two of the young waitresses talking. These girls had been provided by the caterers, and I guess they were busy cleaning up the poolside tables from last night's party. They obviously thought I was too far gone to hear or as they were speaking in French, thought I didn't understand what they were saying.

(This conversation was all spoken in French) "Look at her, it fucking makes me cringe. An old wrinkly of her age getting-off with fit studs like those two."

"English women; Pah! They're all sluts, and the nobility are the worst. And unlike French wine, they don't get any better with age."

"Who is she then?"

"Lady Joan Thomas, she's sixty if she's a day. Her and her sisters are notorious. They not only own this place, but they've got one like it in Spain and a fucking castle back in England."

"So I guess they've never known what its like to do a days work?"

I heard them, and as I was paying their wages, I could have reacted by getting them both sacked from the catering company. But in my mellow state, I just began to think back to my past, when I was only a year or two younger than they are now. I thought if only you knew; my story didn't start by being born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

I guess my story started when I left school; that was way back in 1960. My schooling had been pretty basic, and leaving as I did without any qualifications, it was obvious I would be destined for a manual job on the factory floor. And so it was that I started work in a small factory that made plastic knobs and all kinds of levers for the local car industry.

On my first day, I was introduced to a man about my dad's age, and after a five minute talk warning me of the dangers of operating machinery, I was shown how to drill holes with a pedestal drill. So that was it; all morning, from 7:30, until the bell rang for mid-day break at 12:30. Well I tell a lie, a lady did bring me a tin mug of tea at around 10:30, but I wasn't allowed to stop work or sit down to drink it.

So there I was at mid-day opening my lunch box, and beginning to tuck into my sandwiches, when someone spoke.

"Hi good-looking. I guess it must be your first day. What's your name?"

I span around, and there was this boy, well almost a man. He was a good three or four years older than me, and he looked so handsome. I was at a loss for words, mainly because I'd only ever been chatted-up by boys of my own age. But I'd also just taken a mouthful of food, and I almost choked as I tried to reply.

"Cough!"

"Hey! Steady on there girl, I didn't mean to freak you."

"Cough! Sorry, I guess it went down the wrong way. Cough! My name is Jenny, I just started this morning."

"Well you don't want to be spending your dinner break in this shit hole, you aught to come and sit outside with the rest of us. It's only the old gits who sit around in this filth eating their sarnies (sandwiches)."

So with that I got to my feet and joined him with several others outside. There were five other girls, ages ranging from school leavers like me, to older girls around 20. And at least fifteen boys/men, their age range was harder to guess. But I'd think their ages ranged from around my age up to mid thirties.

From that day on, I joined their little group, and we'd all sit outside talking each mid-day break. Unless the rain prevented it, in which case we'd all huddle together in one of the old store rooms that was situated off the main factory yard. Nothing sex related ever went on, either outside or while we were in the store rooms. But the main topic on the agenda for nearly all the males, revolved around chatting-up one or more of the females.

Over the next few weeks, Lewis, for that was the name of the man who'd first talked to me, focused his attention on me, and within the month, I'd agreed to go out on a date with him. And he was soon my regular boyfriend. As was normal back then, we'd get involved in nothing more than heavy petting (basically, kissing and maybe he'd get a feel of my tits). But it was also normal, that he kept up a constant onslaught, trying to get into my knickers.

Well after we'd been going together for around six months, it was his 20th birthday, and on that night I'd been asked to do some babysitting for one of my moms friends. Lewis had been getting really persistent, asking me to let him have a feel inside my knickers as his birthday present. So I said if he'd come babysitting with me, I'd let him.

The night arrived, and as soon as my mom's friends had left their house, Lewis was all over me, his hands reaching up under my skirt, and trying to get into the waist-band of my panties. He got his feel, but he was so impatient and forceful, it did nothing to arouse me, and a feel was all he got. In fact when I arrived home that night, I was feeling very sore from his dry rough fingers rubbing and pulling at what was very tender skin.

Gradually over the next few weeks, any time he got the chance, he'd have his hand up under my skirt. This was normally in the pictures (Cinema) or as before whilst babysitting. It only took him a short-while to realise, if he eased my knickers down a little, access to his goal was achieved far easier via the leg hole of the panties. And as his technique improved, the affect he had on me rapidly began to change.

So much so, one night whilst babysitting, he'd started slowly, first kissing, and then his hand had slipped into my blouse. As he slid into my bra and cupped my breast, my nipples hardened to his touch. For a change, he was taking his time, and this phase of his embrace lasted quite some time, resulting in me being very aware of a strong sensation building down in my crotch. Then as he lowered his lips to the tits, which he'd already uncovered, his mouth began to suck and nip at my nipples.

This began to drive me wild, and almost without knowing what I was doing, I was aware of my own hand taking hold of his wrist, but not as usual, to prevent access to some part of my body. On the contrary, I was leading his hand into the top of the skirt. The skirt that I'd just undone the waist-band on! And pushing his fingers down across my bush, as my hips lifted my crotch to meet them.

My top end was fully exposed, blouse wide open, bra undone and hanging below my tits. Once his fingers had made their exploratory reconnoitre of my pussy, and he'd felt the wetness inside, this fanned the flame that was his passion, into an inferno. He began to rip my skirt and panties from my legs, and I have to admit, I did nothing to resist him.

He pulled my naked legs wide open, and began to prod and probe his fingers into my virgin pussy. This foreplay lasted little more than a minute, whereupon, he stood back, leaving me laid with legs wide open whilst he dropped his jeans and pants. This was the very first time I'd seen an erect penis, and I have to admit I was more than a little worried when I saw how big it was.

When his pants were off, he wasted little time in getting into position in between my legs. As he pushed the big bulbous head of his penis into my entrance, I gasped a deep breath. It only entered a little way, but the pain caused me to bite my lips to prevent myself from screaming. He then proceeded with a manic thrusting, not really getting much deeper into my pussy, but causing a great deal of pain. Thankfully it was soon over, and he pulled it out, to shoot his cum all over my naked belly.

I did my best to pretend I'd enjoyed the experience, and the look on his face showed he had no need to pretend. So I guess up to now, you are thinking, this sounds like a very ordinary introduction to sex, and not really worth bothering to tell anyone about. And I guess this normal development continued throughout the next year of our relationship.

I, like most girls, eventually began to like having sex. Not that I'd ever had an orgasm, or anything approaching one. And sex as far as I knew was always done with the girl lying on her back, legs open, and the man lying in between. Lewis had started using jonnies (condoms), so he could now leave his cock inside when he cum. And as I was now more relaxed, he was able to get full penetration. But our sexual knowledge was still very limited.

So move on 12 months; he is now 21. This was back in the early 1960's before the boom in holidays abroad had really taken off. So when Lewis suggested he take me to Spain for a week's holiday, it was something really out of the ordinary, and I was beside myself. My mom and dad, of course, said no. But after a week or so of constant badgering, they gave in, and consented.

But only after my dad had had a very serious talk with Lewis, threatening him not to get up to any monkey business. Little did they know the monkeys had been let out of the bag ages ago. So eventually came the day we jetted-off to the sand and sun of Spain.

The holiday was like something out of a movie, sunny all the time, drinks on the beach, dancing in the evening and sex before going to sleep in each others arms. But in no time, the week was almost over, and now there were only two days left. It was late morning; we sat in a bar, and were reminiscing over the week that had just flown by, and talking about repeating the same thing next year.

I had noticed two tall dark men sitting at the bar, and they had kept looking my way with leering glances. Then when Lewis went to the bar to refresh our drinks, they entered into a conversation with him.

When he returned to our table, he asked if I fancied a boat ride. "Boat ride? Can we afford it?"

"Those two men have a speed boat, and they're looking for someone to volunteer to have a go at water skiing."

"You have to be kidding. That'll cost more than we can afford."

"No. They're just starting up in business, and they're offering to let me have a go for free. They say they need someone, out on the water, to get other people interested. And if you want, they say you can sit in the boat with them."

"Well if it isn't going to cost us anything, then we'd be silly to say no. Will I be alright like I am, or do I need a swimming costume on?"

"I've got to go back to the hotel to get my trunks, so at the same time you might as well put on that sexy little bikini I bought you."

"Are you sure? It doesn't cover me up very much."

"That's why you look so good in it, and in any case, you won't get much chance to wear it back in England."

"Ok, I guess your right."

"I'll go and tell them we're on, and that we'll be back in ten minutes. Ok?"

Well we went and got our costumes, and I wore the skimpy bikini, but only because Lewis had insisted. We met the men back at the bar, and walked down with them to a little landing stage on the beach where their boat was moored. I was soon aboard, and they helped Lewis get into a wetsuit and put on his skis. And then we were off!

He was having a wonderful time, even though he was spending as much time on his back in the water, as he was riding on the skis. Whilst at the same time; within seconds of the boat pulling away from its landing stage I was also unbeknown to him doing the same.

It was like this; within seconds of the boat getting up to speed, it hit a wave, and I was bounced from the seat, landing on the floor on my back. I rolled over onto my hands and knees, but hadn't even managed to get re-seated before the boat lurched skyward once again, throwing me back where I'd just got up from. So you see; I spent more time on my back (though not in the water) floundering around with legs in the air, than I did seated, not that Lewis knew anything about what was happening on board.

It had all begun so innocently, or so I thought, but I soon began to think they were bouncing the boat over every wave they could find intentionally. They would just make some comment in their own language, as they looked on and laughed. The boat was an inflatable made of rubber, so I wasn't getting hurt, just embarrassed at them seeing so much of my flesh, and from such an angle. Nevertheless, I thought it was just a game to them and I tried to take it all in good fun.

But on one occasion whilst I was on my back, Tamer was looking on and laughing, and Mahadra, who was steering, found another wave. Tamer toppled over the back of his seat, and almost landed on top of me. It is difficult to be sure if what happened next was deliberate or not. I know I was having great difficulty in getting back to my seat, or for that matter, just getting onto my hands and knees. So it is possible Tamer was, like me, just flailing around trying to get his balance.

But what I do know for sure was; first he was laid alongside me, and then without warning, as his arms thrashed about, one of his fingers hooked into my bikini top, and down it came. He then rolled on top of me, his face buried into my breasts. Next second I felt his hand on my tummy. Thinking it would rapidly make its way into my bikini pants, I fought like a wild cat, kicking and bucking wildly. Within seconds, I'd managed to roll him off, without his hand even getting a finger tip into my waistband.

I crouched in the bottom of the boat re-fitting my top, before returning to my seat. I didn't want Lewis to know what had taken place. Tamer just sat where he landed, watching, but he did nothing to hinder me. In fact; once I'd re-fitted my top, he even helped me back to the seat.

But before he'd managed to climb back to his own seat, he'd fallen back again, and I admit this time, I joined in with Mahadra as he started to laugh. But my laughter was short lived, as with the next wave I re-joined Tamar. But this time it was me on top! We didn't stop this way for long, as one more wave reversed the positions, rolling us over so that he was once again above me. But unlike last time, now our heads were at opposite ends of the boat. Meaning, his face slammed down into my crotch, and his crotch was pushing into my face. I struggled to lift his hips, but he was far too heavy. Then the boat rolled violently, first coming to my rescue by throwing him off, and he landed alongside me. Then rolling back again, throwing him back into contact, but not actually on top of me. But as he rolled away again, I felt my bikini briefs being pulled down my legs.

Again, all this rolling back and forth took only seconds and could have been accidental, but I very much doubt it. I doubled up into a ball, and tugged like hell pulling them back into place. My legs were closed during this event, and I didn't feel any hands make contact. But all sense of fun was now gone, and as Tamer reached to give me a helping hand, I lashed out in anger, and also swore at him.

"Fuck-off! Get your hands off me!"

Within seconds of that, the boat slowed down and they headed for their pitch on the beach, where we were soon mooring up. They helped me out, and once Lewis was out of the wet suit, they turned their attention to the first skier in their waiting queue. Lewis was quite disappointed it had ended so soon, but for my part I was relieved it was all over.

So even though Lewis had really enjoyed himself. If the smiles on the faces of the two men is anything to go by, I'd say they had the more exciting time. And as for me, I did my best not to show Lewis how angry I was with them.

We sat on the beach for a couple of hours watching others skiing and having fun, but they, of course, had to pay for their enjoyment. Then the two men walked up to where we were sunbathing, even though they now had a small queue of people waiting at their landing stage.

"Thank you. You see, that was all that was needed, someone to arouse their interest. We're going to make the most of the crowd we have waiting, but can we meet you later in the same bar, to buy you a drink to show our gratitude."

Lewis answered, "I guess so; we'll be in there from around eight."

So that night, we met the two men, and they told us they were from Tunisia. Not that I had the faintest idea where Tunisia was. They said they were going back home tomorrow, but would be back in Spain in a weeks time. Lewis was getting on well with these men, but I felt just a little uneasy about them. Nothing I could put my finger on (well there was the incident in the boat, but I couldn't be sure that had been deliberate), but I'd also sometimes catch a look from either of them, and a shiver would go up my spine.

But they were agreeing with every opinion Lewis vented, and I began to think they were buttering him up, not that I could think why. Then as the evening got late, and Lewis was more than a little worse-for-wear as a result of all the free drinks they'd been buying, he began to get a little miserable. Talking about having to fly home in two days time, even though we both still had another week of holiday before we needed to return to work.

"Why don't you postpone your flight? You could both come and stay with us. We're coming back next week, which will give you an extra week free. I know we don't live on the beach, but we have lots of sun, and more sand than all the beaches in Spain."

Excitedly, Lewis asked, "Are you serious?"

"Why not? You did us a favour, it won't cost us anything, so it's the least we can do."

"What do you think Jenny?"

"Oh, I don't know. My mom will be expecting us back."

"We can send a telegram, she'll understand."

"I'm not sure, let's go back to the hotel and think about it."

"Your little lady is right. You go back to your hotel, but if you want to come it won't cost you a penny. And we'll help you sort out the flights. Just be here by 10:00 tomorrow morning."

Well we left soon after, and we did talk about it, but there was no way I could talk Lewis out of accepting their offer.

It was all, Tamer said this or Mahadra said that. He had swallowed their smooth talk, believing them to be real nice guys. But for my part, I kind of got the shivers every time either of them looked at me. And although I felt their behaviour on the boat was deliberate, I never told Lewis about anything that had happened out there.

But it mattered not what I said or thought, the next morning, we had our cases packed, and we met them at the bar as they'd asked. They were good as their word as far as helping us postpone our flight, and sending a telegram home.

You have to remember communications in those days was not like today. Neither of our parents had a telephone, so a hand delivered telegram was the only option. And they cost money, so words were kept to a minimum.

Stopping in Spain one more week. Everything is okay. Love Jenny Lewis.

Once that was sent, we followed them to the local harbour, to where their boat was moored. It wasn't the little speed-boat that we'd been dashing back and forth along the beach in yesterday, it was a very old, and not very sea-worthy looking fishing boat.

One by one they climbed down the dockside ladder followed by Lewis. I stood there looking down, not really wanting to use the ladder.

As Lewis's feet reached the deck of the boat he turned, and held his hands skyward, as if gesturing to help me down.

Tamer said, "It's Ok. You get your cases stowed; I'll help the little lady."

"Ok, where shall I put them?"

"Just follow Mahadra, he'll show you."

With that, Lewis carried the cases, and disappeared into the cabin.

I was dressed in a thin summer skirt, and a loose blouse, worn over the top of my skirt (Not tucked into my waist band). I, of course, had a pair of knickers and bra on underneath. My shoes were as the fashion of the day, high heals with pointed toes, and not suitable for this kind of descent.

So, my first reaction was to slip my shoes off, as I would when walking on the beach, or negotiating any difficult surface. But, this ladder must get submerged every time the tide comes in, and hence it is covered in a slimy sea-weed. And the thought of that slimy stuff oozing through my toes, or what ever might be living in it, made my skin creep. So, I decided to keep my shoes in place.

I had to turn around, and climb backwards onto the iron ladder, which was attached to the harbour wall. I slowly made my way down, clinging onto the side rails for dear life with my hands.

At first the rungs didn't appear to be too bad, the sea-weed was dry and didn't appear to be over slippery. But by the time I'd descended half a dozen rungs, I could tell by the soft squishy feeling, the sea-weed was wet and that would mean slippery.

From now on my descent became very slow and cautious, but I'd only gone a rung or so more before I felt Tamer's hand on my ankle.

"That's it little lady, I'll make sure you don't slip. Now the next one."

I couldn't look down, but I instinctively knew Tamer would be looking up, with a clear unrestricted view of my panties. But it was pointless starting back up, so I lowered myself towards the next rung. Then my left ankle felt his hand, as he helped my foot to find the rung. Once my foot was firmly in contact, I once again lowered myself, this time dropping the right foot, which was also helped to safety.

Bearing in mind, these rungs weren't spaced nice and close, as if they were designed for demure ladies. They dropped you down over a foot each time. So whereas the first time his hand had only just managed to reach my ankle, now, once he'd positioned my foot on the next slimy rung, his open hand slipped up the back of my leg, and took hold of the back of my knee. And as I descended one more step, as soon as he'd secured my foot on the next rung, his hand slid up under the back of my skirt, now able to reach up my leg to about stocking-top height.

Being a hot summer's day, I of course, wasn't wearing any.

A feeling of panic hit me. I turned my head, and as I tried to look down; I begged, "Please don't."

"Don't what?"

"Your hand! Please take it off my leg."

"Don't you worry about my hand; you just take care on those steps. I won't hurt you; but if you slip from that height, you could do yourself a lot of harm."

I pleaded again. "Please don't put your hand any higher, it's not nice."

"You English girls! You were happy enough yesterday rolling around almost naked on your back with your legs in the air, showing off everything you've got. And now you'd rather risk your neck, than let me make sure you get safely down, just because my hand might touch your ass. Well I'm sorry little miss English girl, but I'd rather risk getting told off for touching you, than let you fall and hurt yourself."

It was useless trying to argue, and as I lowered myself down for the next rung, I expected his other hand to slide up the other leg, but this time reaching even higher.

At this point I must have been concentrating more on what he was doing, rather than my own actions. Because even though I'd lowered myself towards the next step, I couldn't reach it. I'd been in such a fluster; I'd forgotten to re-position my hand before moving my foot; therefore leaving myself suspended by this hand. Which I daren't let go of, until my dangling foot was securely returned to a rung.

So now my only option was to push myself back up; get my balance; and then, re-position my hands on the side rail in a lower position. But without warning, as I pushed down on the foot that had been taking my weight, it slipped off the rung.

The unexpected sudden extra load ripped my hands from the side rail and I dropped like a stone.

Now came the irony, it was lucky for me that his hand was wrapped around my upper leg, as this meant I literally dropped into the palm of his hand!

Meaning he was able to take the weight of my falling body by my crotch. And with the help of his other arm which shot around the front of my tummy, he arrested my fall.

If he had not been there to catch me, the alternatives could have been landing on the boats iron safety rails, or even worse, falling down into the water in the narrow gap between the boat and the harbour wall.

The latter being the fate that one of my shoes suffered.

He shouted, "Good god girl!"

I was momentarily shaken, and I froze, knowing just how near I'd been to getting seriously hurt. Then as I regained my wits, I became aware of the positioning of Tamer's hands.

The arm that had been reaching up with his hand holding my leg, was now reaching down, taking my weight as his hand cupped under my crotch. The other arm, which had dashed around to the front of my body to prevent me falling forwards, had slipped up over my tummy, and was now across my chest, with this hand cupping one of my breasts.

Even though these hands were now both making contact in places I would normally have not allowed anyone but Lewis to touch, I was so thankful for my narrow escape; I just hung there motionless in a stunned trance.

Then as I began to come to my senses, I said, "Oh Tamer, thank you. I I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't caught me."

"I'll sit you up here, and we can make sure you're ok."

With that he turned sideways, and lifted me back onto the roof of the cabin that was behind him. It was just above waist height on him, and as he placed me down, I felt his fingers being pushed into my pussy lips, albeit with my panties in between, preventing flesh to flesh contact.

"I think you'll have to lift that pretty little ass a little, otherwise I won't get my hand back." As he said this he gave me a sly grin.

I blushed as I lent myself across onto one cheek of my bottom, lifting my crotch free of the deck. "Sorry."

"No problem my little one, I was quite enjoying it."

This whole event only took seconds, but as I lifted my weight, and he was making his dirty remarks, his fingers stroked my gusset and even managed to poke a little of my panties into my pussy before the hand was withdrawn.

It all happened so quickly, I didn't get chance to protest, but I'm sure the reaction was shown on my face.

But regardless of my reaction, he just stood there directly in front of me as he sniffed his fingers. "Sweet. I bet that sure tastes good."

I just blushed even redder but said nothing.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, I don't think so."

"So its only one shoe lost?"

"I think so."

"Well I think you can say you were lucky, if you'd fallen down there, you'd have been crushed for sure."

At that moment a speedboat had just passed close-by, causing a large wave. We both looked down at the opening and closing gap, as the boat was alternately pulling away from the harbour wall a couple of feet, and then as the mooring ropes restrained it, it would lurch back, the big rope-buoys hanging over the boats side getting crushed flat each time.

A shiver ran up my spine as I realised I could have been crushed to my death, if I'd have slipped down there.

I suddenly began to look on this man in a new light, maybe my initial reticence was just prejudice. I had no reason to think his intentions weren't honourable. Maybe it is just my narrow minded English upbringing that has given me a mistrust of foreigners.

So with my new change of heart, I said, "Yes you were right all along, I'm sorry I behaved so silly. I can see now just how dangerous it was, I guess I owe you my life."

"Well, so long as you are alright, I don't think I'd tell Lewis, it would only worry him."

I hadn't thought that far ahead, but I couldn't see why I shouldn't tell Lewis. But being so grateful, I just agreed. "No, I won't."

"Are you feeling well enough to go inside now?"

"Yes."

And with that I began to shuffle myself to the edge of the cabin roof so I could drop onto my feet on the narrow walkway around the boat.

"Hang on there, the wood on this deck is as rough as a bears bum, without shoes, you'll get your feet covered in splinters."

But I continued and dropped the six inches or so to the deck. But instead of just landing on my feet and standing upright, my legs buckled and I just sank towards the deck.

I'm not sure if it was the shock of the near disaster, or just not being used to the boat rolling on the waves. Or even a combination of the two, but if Tamer hadn't caught me, and lifted me back up onto the cabin roof, I'd have ended in a heap on the deck.

"You silly girl, here let me carry you." He reached behind me, and I felt his hands cupping the cheeks of my bottom. "You put your arms around my neck."

This time I did as he'd said without question, now quite confident that this was just an innocent helping hand.

So with his hands now cupping my bottom (on the outside of my skirt of course), and my arms around his neck, I was carried along the side of the boat until we reached the door to the wheelhouse, where he stopped.

"Hang on tight, while I get a better grip, so I can free-up one of my hands."

I clung onto his neck, and he shuffled me around to one side, and I ended-up with my crotch once again cupped by his hand.

But this time he'd managed to juggle me into a position where he'd slipped his hand up my skirt, and under my crotch from the front (not the back as last time).

I was still in a dazed state and gave him the benefit of the doubt. Reasoning; he has to take all my weight with one hand, so he needs to make sure he has a secure hold. I therefore made no protest or comment, and with his free hand, he opened the door and carried me inside.

In front of the big wheel that they steer the boat with was a tall stool on a single pole protruding from the floor.

He plonked me down on it, and said, "Ok little missy, you're safe now, you can let the blood flow back to my neck."

I hadn't realised just how tight I was holding him, and I instantly released my hands, and sat back, saying, "Sorry."

But like before, I was again sitting on his hand. So, before he made a comment, I eased myself across onto one cheek, to allow him to retrieve it.

But as he answered, "No need to say sorry, I'm sure a little touch of this velvet pussy will take my mind off the crushed neck muscles." And instead of his hand just pulling away, he began to gently stroke his index finger back and forth along my slit.

My hands immediately dropped to grip his wrist, but even with my two hands gripping his wrist, I didn't impede his rhythmic motion one iota. His eyes glared into mine, and I began to beg. "Please stop."

"Well your gratitude was short lived. One minute you owe me your life, next, you're complaining when I just have a little feel. It isn't even as though I was inside your knickers."

"But Lewis might come out at any moment."

He pulled his hand out, and snapped. "I can see you're the kind that just takes; with never a sign of repaying your debts."

"Please don't say that, I really am grateful for what you did. It's just..."

He stopped me mid sentence. "Forget it. You English have always looked on us as shit!"

Then as he moved away and looked down the doorway that led to the front cabin where Lewis and Mahadra were; he shouted, "How are you pair getting on?"

From the front cabin below could be heard. "We'll be with you in a sec."

As he looked back my way I said apologetically, "Please don't think like that about me, I'm sure you can see it's impossible for me to re-pay you that way."

"Why?"

"I belong to Lewis."

"So? Would he rather you'd been crushed?"

"No, don't be silly."

"Well if you let me have a quick feel, and he doesn't know, then how does that hurt him?"

"I daren't, he'll be here any second."

And then as if responding to my queue, Mahadra began to climb back up into the wheelhouse, followed by Lewis.

"Its ok Lew, you carry on stowing your gear away, and get yourself changed into some shorts or something, whilst we get your little lady settled into one of the cabins down the back. Once were ready, you can then come up top and try your hand at steering the boat, and maybe Jenny here will rustle up some food."

"Ok, I'll meet you on deck once I've got changed." Then he looked across to me. "Are you ok with your case?"

"Don't worry about that, we'll sort that for her. She'll be in safe hands with us. Won't you Jenny?" And with that he gave me a sly wink.

I didn't really want to make a fuss, and anyway, there wasn't really anything to make a fuss about. Even though, I got the feeling that once Lewis was out of sight, Tamer would try to get the feel I'd refused a moment ago.

So as Lewis disappeared, Tamer looked across to the doorway to the back cabins, and said to Mahadra. "You get her case and get it down to the cabin, I'll bring her."

He did as he was bid, and disappeared down into the cabin with my case. Going towards the opposite end of the boat to where Lewis was busy getting ready.

Then Tamer gave me a knowing look as he said. "Come on then my little missy; arms around my neck."

"It's ok, I can walk now."

"Don't be silly, you know what happened last time. And anyway, I like carrying you. You don't mind do you?"

"I guess not, but please be careful where you put your hands."

"Oh don't worry, the only place my hands are going is exactly where I intend them to go. Now arms around my neck."

I obeyed his instructions, even though I knew I was about to be lifted with his hand under my crotch.

"Now lift up that little ass."

So I lent over onto one cheek as I'd done to allow him to get his hand out, knowing this time it was for him to put it back.

He slid his hand under me slowly, his eyes staring intently into mine. It was then I felt his finger push up into my slot and slowly begin to stroke back and forth. As it first made contact, I took in a sharp intake of breath, and then held it, stifling all protest I might otherwise have made. He'd stroked maybe half-a-dozen times, watching intently for my reaction.

And then his fingers spread, and they took my weight, lifting me from the stool, as he whispered. "Good girl."

He then walked across to the doorway, and descended into the cabin, carrying me as if I were no weight at all.

As he started to make his way through the cabin towards the gangway that led out of the other end of the boats main cabin, Mahadra looked back, and I guess at this point noticed where Tamer was holding me.

He turned and came back to get a closer look. "Hey man, is the little English girl gonna fuck?"

"Don't be silly. But if we talk nicely to her, she might just let us have a quick feel. What do you say little girl?"

"I ... I ... I'm not sure." I stammered, shocked that they would be so bold.

"But you told me you're not just a taker, you wanted to reward me but you daren't in case Lewis caught you. He's at the other end of the boat, and all I want is just a quick feel."

I could see he wouldn't be satisfied until he had got his feel, and I guess I did feel I owed him some kind of gratitude for saving my life. So reluctantly I capitulated, "Well maybe, but that's all." It was not all gratitude, I also felt some fear, Lewis may trust these guys, but every instinct in me screamed that crossing them would not be a good idea.

"Come-on Mahadra, get a move on, lets get her back to the cabin before her boyfriend comes looking for her."

Mahadra turned and once again made his way down the boat, this time with more urgency, and within a few seconds he had opened a door to a side cabin and gone inside. Tamer followed, carrying me, hand still cupped under my pussy.

I had resigned myself to letting him feel me through my panties, and I have to admit that despite my fear, the thought of even this minor sexual act had begun to excite me. It was like it was inevitable, and my body had decided it might just as well make the best of it. So much so, I could feel my pussy beginning to throb with anticipation.

Tamer sat me on the bed, and as he took hold of one of my legs, pulling it wide and high, he said to Mahadra. "Grab that one. Let's get her opened up."

Mahadra didn't need telling twice, and I was soon spread wide, and as they pulled my legs high, I was tipped onto my back.

As my pussy was now lifted off the bed, it freed his fingers to allow him to begin his stroking. In this position I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel what I assumed was a single finger stroking up and down my slit, pushing the material of my knickers into my lips as it slipped on the juices that had soaked through.

"See little girl, that wasn't difficult was it?"

My pussy was by now throbbing so hard it was difficult to keep my hips from humping up and down, but I attempted to answer him. "I guess not. Are you finished now?" I said softly, hoping he would stop, but not really wanting him to. I had to admit, his touch felt good.

"That's up to you my little one. Do you think my reward could stretch to a kiss as well?"

Stupidly, I thought, how touching. He is just a nice boy at heart, and now he's had a feel, he wants to kiss me. "Of course you can." Ah how innocent I used to be! And how stupid too.

And with that I began to try to sit up, thinking they'd release my legs.

But Tamer looked at Mahadra. "Get up there, and hold these ankles. And if she starts to make a noise, sit on her face."

Before I'd deciphered the meaning of his instructions; Mahadra had climbed up onto the bed, and was kneeling with his legs either side of my head. He'd taken hold of both ankles, and pulled them down to the bed, into a position on the outside of his own knees. Then I felt my gusset being pulled to one side.

"He..." I didn't get the word Help! From my lips before Mahadra's crotch descended across my face, preventing me from uttering a word.

Then I felt Tamer's tongue, although I couldn't see him, and I'd never been licked before, it was so obvious this was a tongue and not a rough finger or even a stiff dick. He began slowly, lapping up my lips, and then he began to chew lightly at my little bush of wispy hair. Then as he lowered his mouth, he sucked on what I now know is my clit. At the time he did this to me, I had no idea what he'd found, all I knew was I could no longer prevent my hips from thrusting upwards.

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