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Your time to release that in a woman as you
listen to my voice and feel the story moving through
your body as you enjoy tonight's show. The ocean breeze
certainly seemed to cool 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 some
bathe 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.
Speaker 2: 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 that 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 bore wordeline 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. 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
a 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 the 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, or
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 in 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, Her 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 sure as fuck would.
Suddenly there was an unexpected heat pressing on her face,
the stubble of his beard teasing over her 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 tor turist the light 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 nipples 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 raking pussy. Janet pushed back against him, gyrating her pelvis,
her pussy 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
shotways a 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 heart cock deep into a pussy, every thrust in
perfect time with the sensations moving through her fuck. She
could fill 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 onto 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 every 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 onto
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 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 cum 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 have come
continued to shoot down her throat, wrote 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 stand
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. It just made her wonder
what next? Indeed, what next for Janet? Well, you'll have
to wait for next week to see and 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, this is devilin wild, wishing you
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