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to time to release that in a woman as you listened to my voice and
feel the story moving through your body as you enjoyed tonight's show. The ocean
breeze certainly seemed to call the heat of the sun. Janet had to admit
the sun was still very hot, but the sea air called it enough that
she could sunbathe comfortably naked on their yacht. This far out to sea,
she was as private as she possibly could be. No one would see them
whatever they did, even though there was little threat of anything too passionate happening
with Brad. He was strictly a Sunday morning quick fumble and a fucking bed
kind of guy. If he was any more vinierar they would have put him
in the cone and been serving him on hot sunny days. Janet had laughed
when she first met him. She was curious about anything sexual and so wanted
to know his thoughts on oral sex. Oh, I'd rather do it than
talk about it, he said. She laughed until she realized that he just
didn't know what oral sex actually was. He thought it was just talking dirty.
The attraction of financial security eventually won the day, and they had been
married for three years now. No kids, of course, no orgasms unless
she provided them for herself, and most definitely no oral sex. God she
missed having her pussy licked, possibly more than having a thick cock inside her.
Of course, Brad wasn't exactly overflowing in that department either. Thank God
for her selection of battery powered boyfriends. She would have been fucked without them,
she giggled to herself as she thought that through Actually she wouldn't be fucked,
not at all. Ever. She lay on the lounger, watching him,
his eyes deliberately not looking at her, even as her fingers explored between
her thighs and teased her already wet folds. Look at me, she whispered,
willing him to watch her touch herself to get so painfully hard, since
she could do nothing but fuck her there and then. But judging by the
flat plane of his shorts, she was having absolutely no effect on him.
Sighing to herself, she closed her eyes and let herself drift into a day
dream. Her daydreams had gone from mildly erotic to borderline pornographic in the time
she'd been married to Brad. Sometimes she just needed to close her eyes and
her clip would start throbbing without her touching. Guess this is what it feels
like to be frustrated, she whispered suddenly to herself. Surrendering to her fantasy,
she closed her eyes fully. She wasn't sure how long her eyes had
been closed. She wasn't sure how long her eyes had been closed, and
she had been enjoying her fantasy before the yacht lurched, viciously, turning her
off the lounger and sprawling across the deck. Turning, she gasped at the
ship pushing hard against them. Somewhere in the noise of the ships clashing,
she could hear voices, and they weren't friendly voices, mean aggressive voices that
obviously had dark intentions for Brad. In her rolling on the deck, she
dropped through a door into the cabin below. Scrambling, Janet found some space
under the bed and thankfully a few clothes strewn around. She could at least
look decent to get murdered. There was a lot of noise on the deck
above, a lot of heavy, angry footsteps. She desperately held her breath.
She desperately held her breath at the thought of these thugs ravaging their beautiful
yacht. She listened for Brad's voice, but she couldn't hear him at all.
Surely they hadn't slit his throat and cast him into the ocean to be
eaten by hammerhead sharks, she thought, grinning. Okay, that might have
been an overactive imagination, maybe a little wistful thinking. Either way, it
wasn't right. She should at least try and maintain the image of a dutiful
wife in his last moments. She could not stop herself from grinning, even
when the cabin door erupted, sending broken wood all around her. There was
no ceremony, no discussion. Her hands were tied in a Hessian sack put
over her head before she was led out into the sunlight. Her feet stumbled
over the desk as she was dragged hurriedly, She guessed she had just walked
a plank between the two boats by the strange feeling of space, and then
back onto a boat again. This one felt different, steadier, a boat
that was intended for business rather than just looking pretty. Even through the fragrance
of the sea, she could smell the very masculine fragrance of the people around
her. All rum and cigars filled her senses. Suddenly, her arms were
lifted above her head and her bind secured while she was lifted a few inches
off the deck. The men were jeering at their obvious prize. Trapped and
vulnerable, they could do anything they wanted to her. To her surprise,
that thought wasn't exactly unattractive, and even more shocking was the throbbing sensation moving
through a pussy at the thought of it. Janet had never seen herself as
anything more than having a healthy sexual appetite, but right now her slick was
dripping down her legs. Suddenly, the jeering and noises stopped, even the
ocean seemed to fall quiet. Somehow, just a sound of footsteps dominated the
air, that rhythm having a particular effect on her body, as if every
step echoed between a thighs and resonated on a clip. She wanted to scream,
She wanted to cry out, to lash out at whatever monster was descending
upon her. She wanted to be frightened, She wanted to be angry for
disturbing her pleasure. She didn't want to be so fucking turned on that she
could smell it over everything else, including the rum and cigars. Maybe this
was how it ends. She would be fucked so ruthlessly by these men until
she couldn't breathe and the left to die immersed in all their manly, sexy
juices. The anticipation burned through her like a wildfire. Her thighs squeezed together
as she burned with need at the thought of being fucked that hard, and
this footfall that stalked her across the deck seemed to know it. The sound
of every step teased at her clip pressed it hard with their own desire and
desperate need. Then there are no footfalls, no ocean, no pirates,
just a well of silence, filling her with anticipation of whatever is to happen
next. Jane could do nothing but hold her breath as she felt the proximity
of warm skin next to her face. Whatever this monster was it was,
stood very close to her. She gasped with surprise as the most gentle caress
of its fingers teased over her cheek. She certainly wasn't expecting something that gentle,
nor was she expecting the pounding feeling that pulsed between her nipples and clt
The warmth of his breath danced over her ears. He paused shortly, as
if he was going to speak, but then decided better of it. She
knew he was a man now, every sense and her body screamed. Whatever
this was, it was all man, possibly more man than anything she had
ever seen before. I believe you are the captain. A voice eventually uttered.
Your men killed the captain, she said, and realized that, of
course Brad was more than just the captain. Correcting herself, she tried to
sound upset. He was my husband. Oh, I don't know where he
went. We never touched him, he whispered. She could hear the filthy
grin on his lips, though sensuous, powerful, evil lips. The cabin
boy told us you were the captain before he pledged his allegiance to me,
he chuckled in a Mannick type of way. He obviously knew exactly what had
happened, as did Janet. Now, the cowardly little shit, she thought,
if they hadn't killed him, she saw as fulk would. Suddenly,
there was an unexpected heat pressing on her face, the stubble of his beard
teasing over his skin, his lips brushing her neck. I have to say
you taste good for a captain, he whispered. And smell even better,
he said, as his hand moved firmly between her thighs, grasping at her
damp pussy. Lifting her skirt, he massaged the lace of her panties against
her pussy. Fuck. She didn't want to be so easily turned on by
him, she really didn't, But her treacherous pussy was just ignoring her and
deciding it was going to do its own thing. There was no way he
couldn't have felt how intensely it was throbbing. She could hear it echoing in
her ears. Her whole stomach vibrated with the trembling pleasure that shook inside Janet
bitter lip, trying to control this avalanche of lust that resonated through her,
but to no avail. She could no more deny this lust, she felt
than she could deny her body. His next breath, a guttural moan escaped
her lips. Fuck, she wanted him. She'd never seen him, but
damn, something about his demeanor. Maybe maybe it was his pheromones just sent
her whole body a light without trying. His finger traced over her panties and
roughly caressed her clit. Her body trembled at his vicious touch. The abrasive
texture of his skin riffled over her sensitive nub before pressing on it aggressively and
tormenting her pleasure further. Suddenly, he grasped her clit between his finger and
thumb, rubbing it, sending waves of torturous delight around her body. Her
legs twisted against his hand, her own bodily reactions beyond her control. Spasms
of pleasure echoed through every nerve as his fingers pulled tightly on it, torturing
it. As his hand dropped away, her skirt remained lifted. The sudden
cool breeze lashed at her clit, affording her no respite from the aching desire
that engulfed her. Without warning, his hand descended between her thighs. Spank
after punishing spank hit at her clit, sending pulses of pleasure moving through her.
This really shouldn't have been turning her on as much as it was.
She pushed her hips forward, excited to receive each and every spank on her
pussy, wanting the connection, wanting the punishment, wanting this pleasure. Loosening
her bonds from above. Janet suddenly dropped, but before she hit the deck,
he grabbed her and flipped around in one motion before he laid her roughly
over some sort of grill. She could feel the slats pushing at her right
niffles as he man handled her. Her skirt ripped up over her ass,
and her panties torn off. She could suddenly feel him pressing against her.
The heat of his cock pulsed against her aking pussy. Janet pushed back against
him, gyrating her pelvis her push he trying to clutch at his hard cock.
Fuck. She needed to feel him inside her. It had been too
long since she had felt full from a swollen erection. His hand came down
hard against her pussy again, sending shot ways of pleasure ricocheting in every direction.
The beautiful sting of delight teased at her folds and plunged deep into a
pussy, unforgiving waves of temptation cascading up and down her body. Before the
sting had even subsided, he plunged his hard cock deep into a pussy.
Every thrust in perfect time with the sensations moving through her fuck. She could
feel her pussy clutching at him, grasping his hard cock, willing it deeper.
His fingernails dug hard into the soft flesh of her ass, clawing her
back on to him. Janet could feel the delightful length of every thrust filling
her completely, the head of his cock pressing along the walls of her pussy,
massaging inch as it intensified. The whirlwind of pleasure moving through her.
Thrust after hard thrust stretched the lips of her pussy, his deliberate fucking pressing
to the very end of her His hands reached up and bunched her hair tightly,
pulling her back on to him as he relentlessly pounded into her dripping pussy,
the head of his cock trembling as it hammered home his kneed with every
single thrust. The sensation of his bulls pancing on a pussy just accentuated the
pleasure, and as his body tightened, his fingernails dicking into her shoulders as
he pressed deeper and deeper, his rough mose becoming growls as she felt his
pulsing growing inside her, her own orgasm growing, She could do little but
buck against his thrust. The pleasure was undeniably torturous. His thrust now so
hard, he lifted her from whatever she was laying on, and every thrust
pounded along her clip, driving her body insane with the tumultuous pleasure that rose
inside her. And just as she felt she could take no more, he
erupted inside her, his come filling every inch of her pussy, triggering her
own orgasm to explode through her. Sliding his steel dripping cock from her throbbing
pussy, he flipped her around again, lifting the sack from her head,
he pushed his cock deep and hard into her mouth. Long streams of come
continued to shoot down her throat as he fucked deep into her mouth, the
entire length of his cock pushing in and out of her mouth, his com
spilling down her chin. Finally, looking up, she could see his face.
Fully he was ruggedly handsome. His looks were warmer and softer than she
had expected, no vicious scars. He did have a wonderfully mischievous look about
him. His eyes sparkled with the devil may care attitude, grinning wildly at
Janet as he pulled his pants up and fastened his belt. A sudden realization
shot through Janet's mind. You know, I've just been fucked by you and
supped your cock until you were dry, have come in front of your whole
crew, and I really didn't care. She grinned back at him. I'm
not normally this forward, he winked at her as he pointed just behind her,
my whole crew and his new cabin boy, he said with a grin.
Turning, Janet looked beneath the grill below her to see Brad standing naked
below the deck. Brad, she said, well, I'm thinking of renaming
him to Roger. Oh, and it looks like Roger got very hard watching
me, fuck you, Janet. Indeed, the whole crew looked down at
Roger or Brad. His cog was definitely very hard. In fact, Janet
had never seen him this hard before. He just made her wonder what next?
Indeed, what next for Janet? Well, you'll have to wait for
next week to see. Now this story progresses, but I hope you like
it. Don't forget. If you have a fantasy, any fantasy, just
send it to me at Devlin at Wildsires dot com. Now next week we
have the continuation of this story, and I look forward to seeing you then,
but for now and always with your pleasure in mind. And this is
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