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 Author: Priapus
Title: The Inner Circle
Part: 4
Summary: Laying on the operating table waiting for his vasectomy, the
patient recalls the unusual circumstances of his marriage.
Keywords: FM, Fdom, oral, 1st, humil
   The Inner Circle
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   He ate dinner alone, first seating.  Madeline and her friends ate at the
Captain's table, second seating.  His instructions were to wait in his
cabin until called for a date with Madeline, unless he was going to dinner.
He could only wander the upper decks between 6am and 10am, since Madeline
typically stayed up late and slept late as well, and she didn't want to
chance running into him except at her carefully specified encounters.
   Occasionally he would see one a member of the inner circle on his
excursions out of his room during the appointed times.  Even though they
must have recognized him from the significant number of coincidental
meetings they had in the time he was dating Madeline, they all managed to
look right through him, as though he wasn't there at all.
   On the last full day of the cruise, Kevin was summoned to Madeline's
luxury cabin.  He had to be escorted to the access controlled room by a
purser.  He thought he was meeting her for a date.  He was dressed in the
tuxedo that had been provided to him, but that wasn't unusual given the
circumstances that Madeline liked to arrange for their dates.  It wasn't
even the first time he'd worn a tux on this cruise.
   When he arrived at her grand suite, with a balcony three times the size
of his room overlooking the clear blue sea and the islands off the coast of
Spain, he was surprised to find Madeline dressed in a long, elegant white
dress, seated in a chair in the opulent sitting room.
   "Sit down." Her voice was flat, emotionless, not stern, just flat.  He
complied.  "Kevin.  I like this arrangement.  Do you?"
   He did like it.  It was entirely bizarre, but he was enjoying the
mystery and the strangeness.  "I do like it, Madeline."
   "Good.  We should continue it then.  I want you to marry me."
   Though he was comfortably and firmly seated, the force of those words
nearly knocked him out of his chair.  He was speechless.
   She stared at him, letting the silence grow more uncomfortable.  "The
correct answer is `Yes, Madeline.'"
   He found his words in imitation, "Yes, Madeline."
   "Good." She became very businesslike, putting a stack of papers in front
of him.  "Sign all the locations where there are sticky arrow things."
   "What is all of this?"
   "It's the pre-nup, and the marriage license, and a bunch of other things
I need you to sign."
   He started flipping though them.  She put her pretty little hand on top
of the stack abruptly.  Kevin noticed she had acquired a large diamond for
herself as an engagement ring.  That would be a dozen lifetimes of rock, if
he had been expected to buy it on his busboy salary.
   She smiled.  "You don't need to read those, Kevin.  After all, what do
you have to lose?"
   He thought about it for a minute, "Well, I suppose...."
   "No.  Seriously." She said this coldly.  "What do you have to lose?  You
own nothing, you have nothing.  The worst that can happen to you is that I
leave you exactly as I found you.  A busboy at my family's Country Club. 
Now sign, the guests are waiting."
   He quickly signed a myriad of documents and forms.  Without reading a
word it still took him three minutes or more to finish.
   She stood, and held out her hand.  "Come." She led him back into the
corridor and into a ballroom at the back of the exclusive luxury deck.  The
large, elegant space was nearly empty, except for her inner circle, all
dressed in matching black dresses and gathered near bank of ten foot tall,
crystal clear windows at the back of the room.
   Her close friends clapped excitedly and cheered as she entered,
clustering around her and celebrating.  They playfully led her to a raised
platform, where the Captain himself stood, holding a thick, leather book.
Kevin was left to trail along for himself, ignored.
   He looked at Madeline, and Kevin hustled to take a spot next to her. 
The Captain smiled warmly at her and said, "Is this the groom?"
   "Yes," Madeline beamed.
   "Ladies and Gentleman, by the powers vested in my as Captain of this
vessel and by the International Law of the Sea, I pronounce this couple,
Madeline Lorsange, and Kevin Baker, man and wife.  Congratulations." The
older man took the bride's hand and kissed it, then she was mobbed again by
the gaggle of friends, all talking loudly and excitedly at once.  Kevin
tried to move to kiss her, but was blocked at every turn.
   He stepped back and called her name, but she was too busy and distracted
to hear him.  The Captain had disappeared.  Kevin felt the driver's
familiar hand on his shoulder and knew that meant he should step away. 
"Don't worry, boy," the driver said sympathetically, "You'll have your
chance with your bride soon.  Let her be with her friends."
   Hours later, he sat alone on the balcony of the suite, watching the
moonlight glint off the waves.  The door opened and a disheveled Madeline
stumbled in.
   Her friends were all crowded outside the door.  She shushed them and
waved them away, and closed the door behind her, carrying a half empty
champagne bottle in one hand and her high heels in the other.
   She reached behind herself and unzipped as Kevin stood up and came off
the balcony into the sitting room.  She put down the bottle and slipped out
of her dress, all while still walking unsteadily toward the bedroom.  It
was the first time he had ever seen her fully naked, and she was glorious.
Fit and lightly tanned, with small pointy breasts.  Her shoulder length
hair was all done in ringlets.  She walked nude, unashamed, into the
bedroom as he stood silently in the sitting room, nervous, and not sure
what to do.
   "Well?" he heard her call from the bedroom.  "I'm waiting for my
husband. Where is he?"
   He smiled and turned the corner, she was standing at the edge of the
palatial bed, the picture windows behind her filled with blinking lights of
a distant coastline.  She was bent over in the familiar position, but this
time she was naked, and this time she was looking back at him over her
shoulder and smiling.
   He put his hand on her hips and started to kneel behind her in the
traditional position.  She seemed covered with a glisten of sweat and her
smooth-shaven pussy seemed unusually puffy and red, her inner lips swollen
and stretched.
   She was wet and creamy and smelled strongly of musk.  He thought she
must have been dancing quite a lot to get this worked up.
   Before his nose could be pressed against the pucker of her asshole, or
his lips could touch her fragrant, wet pussy, she interrupted.  "I want my
husband inside of me.  Do you think you can do that, Kevin?"
   Quicker than he could answer his tuxedo coat, trousers and boxers were
on the floor.  She saw his impressive penis for the first time, and sighed
contentedly as he pushed it against the entrance of her sexuality.  She
felt hot, very hot.  His cock slid in easily, and she seemed really well
lubricated.  It must have been all the champagne she drank, he thought, and
perhaps the anticipation of this very moment.
   Still, it was the first time his naked erection had been inside her, and
he knew he would not last long.  She sensed it too, and turned to look at
him.  "Don't cum inside me; I don't want you getting me pregnant.  Shoot
your load on my ass, okay, honey?"
   He tried to hang onto the awesome sensation as long as he could, but he
felt his climax boiling up out of his balls and he pulled out just in time,
spraying his salty quim all over her round bottom.
   "I love you, Madeline," he whispered gently.
   "Don't ruin it, Kevin," she replied coolly.  "You can assume the usual
position now; it's my turn." He kneeled behind her.  "Better clean up your
cum first, before you start licking my pussy...don't want your little
soldiers to dry up on my skin, they will clog my pores."
   In the shimmering light of the moon shining through the stateroom
windows on a clear Mediterranean night, he dutifully licked his own
glistening seed from his newlywed wife's sweaty ass.  When she was clean,
he pressed his nose into her ass as he always did, and lapped at her
creamy, frothy cunt until she fingered herself to a shattering climax.  
  
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