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in Bed, part two of our erotic time traveling pirate fantasy,
Catherine is attempting to return to her home port with
her teenage fantasy of a pirate, but in the back
of her mind, concerns over the next steps after he
leaves the yacht plague her. What if he gets arrested,
Will he try and fight with everyone he disagrees with?
Where the hell could she find him some clothes? With
doubt out of doubt growing as they approach port Toalbert,
is her fancy about to turn into a nightmare? Hi,
it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
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you enjoy tonight's show. Catherine reclined on the bench seat
of the yacht, watching William guide the boat artfully through
the sea. She had to admit, he really did.
Speaker 2: Look like this was his natural place to be, naked,
his hands firmly grasping the whill. For some reason, the
moment he took the helm, he reminded her of a
lion watching his territory. He seemed taller, broader, his muscles
flexed in the morning sun, the hint of sweat glinting
on his torlso he looked the epitome of a pirate.
Everything she had ever fantasized about as a teenager. He
was just on the modern yacht. He most definitely wasn't
the Admiral her long distant great grandfather was the founding
father of Port Talbert, even though he must have been
at sea about the same time. They had decided to
go without the sat NAV system, as William just screamed
at it as it gave off a weird crackle, obviously
malfunctioning anyway, which of course meant it was demonic. Once
he had stopped threatening to slit its kissets, to which
Catherine had to muster all a wheel power not to laugh,
she switched it off. There probably was a quick way
to Port Talbert, but this route was very relaxed and private,
so private that Catherine decided to succumb to a pirate legend.
Her eyes traced over the tattoos on his arms, watching
his strong fingers flex on the will. Just watching his
hands move over the will made her throb gently. There
was something about him that made her feel like she
had known him forever. He had a demeanor that was
simple and straightforward, even if that didn't mean he would
threaten everything around him, a demeanor quite different to the
men she had known. The artwork that adorned his body
tangled over his swarthy skin. He wasn't the golden brown
of the men that she could seal on any beach.
He was a dark Mediterranean brown of a man that
had been lashed by the sun, whipped by the salt
water of the sea, and then come back for more.
The figures tattooed on his arms seemed to move as
his biceps flexed, controlling the ship with his very presence.
Her eyes drifted over the plane of his stomach. His
muscles weren't touched in the same way as those of
someone with a dose of jim obsession, but underneath his
skin they writhed and moved in unity, hinting at a
strength those chim bunnies could not dream of. Catherine stretched
out her legs over the cushioned bench, enjoying the sea
breeze and the caress of the sun. Closing her eyes,
she swore William was singing to himself while someone was singing.
She could hear the faint sound of the voices over
the noise of the yacht as it carved its path
through the waves, almost as if the crash of the
waves against the hull were a chorus to the song.
They were in such perfect time so this legend. She
called out about women having to be naked aboard a ship.
Do you want to test it? Do you think the
seas will calm if I take my clothes off now?
She grinned as she bit her lip playfully, her fingers
teasing at the buttons of her shirt. Mistress for a
siren such as your good self, I think the tide
would stop if you were naked aboard a vessel. William
growled roughly, his eyes focusing on her fingers, his semi
erect cock twitching. I, on the other hand, might be
another proposition altogether. Catherine slipped her fingers along the line
of her buttons, releasing each one slowly, her eyes fixated
on the growing example of manhood between William's muscular thighs.
Sliding her hand up and down her soft stomach, she
pushed her shirt back the sea air, biting viciously at
her nipples, forcing them into painfully tight peaks, circling them
with her fingers, enticing them further. A whimper escaped her
lips before she pinched them gently. The ship pitched to
the side, forcing a spray of ocean water to soak Catherine. Laughing,
she shouted, eyes on the sea, Captain Blackheart, I don't
want to drown today, William grumbled as his gaze refocused
on the horizon is growing erection, revealing his hidden thoughts.
Catherine pushed one deck shoe and then the other from
her feet, letting them fall to the deck before her
fingers teased over the wet waistband of her jeans, releasing
each button with painfully slow movements. She lifted her hips
and pushed the sudden denim over her thighs, exposing herself
intimately to the sea. Air parting her legs, the breeze
brushed over her naked lips, sending a tremble through her body.
Captain Blackhart, she called, I seemed to be very wet.
William grinned widely, not letting his eyes lower from the horizon.
If only there was a big, muscular pirate, I'd help
this maiden in distress, she said, wistfully. I'd wager you
are her maiden mistress. You are, though, most definitely a
temptous siren. William crowed so at Catherine teases her fingers
moved between her thighs, massaging her false gently. She could
feel William's eyes flicking down to a pussy, caressing her
angry red lips and exploring her deeper, pushing her fingers
between her folds just enough to expose the delicate bloom
of her passion. She moaned loudly. She would like to
say it was with a faux passion, but that would
be a lie. Her pussy was positively dripping, clutching frantically
at her fingers as she explored in. If anything, she
was barely controlling the lust in her body. There was
just something about this man that made her pussy ache
with need. Just how the fuck did he do this
to her? Watching him as his hands grasped the will
as if it was the last sane thing on the planet,
his cock twitched furiously in the air. Damn, she could
feel it throbbing from her. Catherine licked her lips slowly,
remembering the sensation of that very same cock teasing her throat.
Something flashed in William's eyes, the fire that seemed to
make his eyes glow. He grabbed a rope from the
side and lashed the will, securing their direction. Leaving the helm,
he stalked across the deck, his body tight with lust. Well,
my teasing siren, maybe you should earn some manners, he gritted, out,
Grabbing her wrists roughly, he pulled her from the bench
and walked it to the rigging on the mast, turning
her and pushing her face against a rough rope. His
body pressed along her back, pulling her wrists up, securing
them with the rope in his hand. His erection pressed
against her asp as his palms slid over her hips,
pulling her back against him. Is throbbing length positively burned
between her cheeks. She could feel her pussy clutching for
him desperately, a wanton desire she just hadn't thought she
was possible of until now, pressing against her, pushing her
against the rigging. Her nipples rubbed over the rope, sending
bolts of electricity pulsing through her body. The tip of
his cock burned against her private row, the one place
she still considered herself virginal. To her surprise, her ass
pushed back against him. She had never even considered anal
sex before, but as her legs parted of their own volition,
it was clear to Catherine her body had ideas and
wasn't going to discuss them with her brain. William's breath
burned at her ears, his lips caressed her neck roughly,
his beard tingling over her soft skin. Like the idea
of a little punishment my siren, he whispered hoarsely. Hi, Captain,
I do she muttered her response, surprised at the words
leaving her mouth. Obviously this was a thought that William
enjoyed as well, given how viciously his cock pulsed against her.
Without waiting, William crouched behind her, biting her as he
tied her ankles to the rigging. Catherine moaned with painful delight.
Wriggling hopelessly against the ropes, Catherine eventually accepted her body
was secured. I'm guessing a cat of nine tails would
be too much for this moment, he said, So the
flat of my hand will have to do, he growled
as he bought his hand down roughly against her ass,
the noise echoing over the deck above the sound of
the sea. Catherine's pussy responded with a delicious throbbing as
the heat from his spank invaded her pussy. There was
an erotic sting that spread from her ass and gripped
her clit with a vicious lust. Moaning, Catherine realized herrass
was pushing out inviting another round of cruel treatment. Repeatedly,
William punished her soft cheeks, the sting ricocheting around her body,
the fire spreading through her nerves until every cellar a
body throbbed a carnal need. The caress of her desire
teased at the inside of her thighs. Suddenly, his fingers
pressed between her legs. Rough, callous skin tormented her pussy savagely.
He pushed his fingers between her folds, thrusting his white
ditches deep inside her sacks. His breath was against the rear,
once again, panting hungrily as he groaned, Well, Siren, feels
like you're even wetter than you were before. There was
no denying her arousal. It wretched her body, tearing new
avenues of pleasure with every movement of his fingers. Whether
by design or accident, his finger roughly brushed her clip.
Catherine tensed as a onslaught of an orgasm pressed through
her veins. Cock. I want your cock inside me, she managed,
as the sensations grasped her throat, strangling her words and
breath before they left her mouth. You want my cock, Siren,
William asked as he gripped her wrists pulling at the rope.
Catherine tried to turn to face him, but again the
ropes held her fast. There was something oddly exciting about
his laugh as his fingers grasped her ass cheeks, digging
his fingernails into the soft flesh. Finding her hands dropped
free falling down from the rigging, William pressed her bent
over the lowered boom and pushed at her pussy, the
scolding heat of his cock pushing between her lips with
apparentees the rhythm of the yacht echoed through his erection
as he thrust deep into her sex, every push stretching
her lips with a delightful sting. Clutching frantically at the rope,
Catherine pushed back against William, forcing every thrust deeper, wanting
him to fill every inch of her. Her pussy clutched
along his pulsing length, grasping it, hungry for more of
this man, this man, so different from the gentle men
she had known. Her body tensed as she felt him
push along the wall of her pussy, tormenting every sensuous spot.
Her hands wrapped in the rope, pulling on it in
desperation as her body burned like a wildfire. Lighting on
the rope to suppress her moans, Catherine was suddenly aware
of Womanlliam's groans as he thrust relentlessly inside her. Hearing
his pleasure arising only served to accelerate her own. His
fingernails dug into her hips as he brought her back
against him, every punishing thrust, hitting the right spots repeatedly,
His fingers raked up her back, bawling her hair tightly,
he poured her even harder against him. The irruption of
his desire exploded deep inside a pussy, filling her with
his seed, the hot stream of him finally igniting her
own orgasm. As Catherine slammed back against him, demanding his
full length, complete satisfaction, biting on the rope, her moans
transforming into growls as she let her orgasm flood over
her body. It was long moments before either of them spoke,
their bodies trembling with a wonderful symphony. Eventually, William broke
the silence, retiring her wrists. He said, and you can
stay here, siren, otherwise we will never make it to port.
Catherine twisted against the vines, but found herself unable to move. Them.
She eventually just collapsed onto the rigging as the warm
come from her pussy and drifted down her thighs. Several
times for the rest of the journey, she pleaded with
him to release her, but every time he just ignored her,
his eyes focused on the sea ahead. After what seemed
like forever, he eventually cried out, land ho a. Suddenly,
a panic grasped Catherine. This wouldn't be the port Talbot
he had left. She hadn't prepared him for what he
was going to find when he returned there. There was
so much she should have said, but hadn't distracted enjoying
spending their precious moments on the open sea. Now reality
crashed back into her mind, and she cried out, William,
there are things I need to tell you before we
make land. Please release me. There must have been something
in her voice that resonated with him, something that broke
through the barriers. Dropping the anchor and turning the engine off,
the yacht slowed gently. William then walked over to Catherine
and released her ropes. She rubbed her wrists as blood
flowed back into her arms unrestricted. Watching William release her ankles,
she suddenly felt a wave of concern for him flood
over her. How do you tell someone that everything they need,
everyone they cared about, Well, it had all just gone
that the lulls of the land were different now, and
he would have to respect that he couldn't live his
life as he did once, that he would have to
at least try to be inconspicuous. William Blackhart was a
strong man, of that, she had no doubt. But inside
there was a gentle soul hidden beneath his crustacean like shell.
As she really thought he would be more affected by
his circumstances than his demeanor might suggest. He was alone,
more alone than any person could ever imagine being. And
the people she knew, well, she really doubted he would
enjoy their company. And what if he got into a fight, or,
god forbid, got arrested. He had said the sea saved him.
Catherine knew the truth was the sea had cursed him,
cursed him to a prison there was no escape from.
She looked at him, her head tilted to one side
as she studied him so strong and yet right now,
so very vulnerable. Looking over his shoulder, a heavy sea
fog hung over Port Talbot. In fact, you could barely
make out the port at all. The large towers that
made it so recognizable were hidden in the mists. The
usual fare of sea traffic non existence, presumably everybody staying
in the safety of port. But in that fog lay
the personal hell in prison of one Captain William Blackheart.
What else could she do? Take him back to the
island and drop off food on a daily basis. He
wasn't the sort of man who would suffer that thing
too long. She choked back a tear and refocused onto
his face, his eyes watching her with an intense curiosity. William,
she began, For some reason, I feel like I've known
you forever, even though my mind knows he's just been
twenty four hours. She reached her hand up and strewed
his cheek gently. The port Toppert you left isn't the
one we are returning to now. Another tear stinged her eye.
They have laws you know nothing about. For a start,
we'll have to get you some clothes, she grinned through
the mist of tears that clouded her vision, trying to
sound light hearted. His brow furrowed as he listened. I
know when you left Port Tobbert, you could sort most
issues out with a cuddlass and a fight. You really
can't do that anymore. They will put you in prison
if you do. I guess we can sort out the
rest of the laws as we go. Just please don't
draw attention to yourself. Don't get arrested, she finished, wondering
what else to say. She kinda knew that most of
it they would have to work out over time. You
have to know your friends and family have long since passed.
Any property you had is probably owned by someone else now.
But it's okay. You can stay with me for as
long as you need, she said, without thinking. The powder
of her thumb rushed over his cheek as she held
his gaze, his thoughts hidden from her even in the
depths of his dark blue eyes. I have to get
dressed now. Once we make port. You stay deck, and
now we'll go and get you some clothes and us
some breakfast. For some reason, I seem to have a
huge appetite today, She smiled at him again gently, Then,
leaning in, she kissed his forehead fondly. She knew he
was probably shocked with what he had learned so far,
and it would take a lot of processing to accept it.
All but God, she wished she would say something anything.
Slipping on her jeans and shirt, she looked at him
again as she held her deck shoes. I'll see you right, William,
don't be scared, she said, smiling at him. For all
his obvious competence with a yacht, she really didn't want
to sail into a heavy sea fog without the sat
and that have switched on. There were just too many
sandbanks and wrecks for it to be anywhere near safe.
Switching the machine back on, it just crackled strangely. Again.
The air must be still full of static electricity from
last night's storm, she decided, turning on the shore wave
radio with the hope of calling the port master and
requesting a pilot vessel to get them there safely. The
radio screen flashed to life and then echoed the crackle
of the GPS. Well, if a storm could bring a
man from the past, I guess it could be strong
enough to mess with my combs, she mumbled to herself. Well,
Captain Blackheart, it looks like we will need to raise
our sails. There isn't much wind, but enough to get
us to port. What say ye, she said to William,
grinning sail is always good, Mistress, William replied leverly, Are
you okay? I will make sure this is as easy
for you as possible. I'm well connected in Port Talbert.
You'll have nothing to worry about, Catherine said, concerned by
his tone. Mistress, you obviously do a lot of thinking.
So can I ask you a question? He asked quietly, Course,
she replied, wondering which aspect of modern life he wanted, explaining, well,
everything you said assumes I came forward in time. I
came from the past, he said, pausing. Catherine nodded her agreement.
What if it was you that came back? He asked
the question, punching Catherine in the ribs. None of your
modern machinery is working, and I have yet to have
sight or sound of another modern vessel like you have
told me of. Catherine looked at him, mouthing his words silently,
before tearing her gaze away from William and staring with
sheer dread at the sea folk that drifted over the ocean.
What if she started, confusion veil in her mind and
leaving her unable to complete the sentence as a single
tear stung at her cheeks well, ha ha, I thought
i'd leave that on a bit of a knife edge
this week. I hope you're enjoying the story, so the
final part of it next week, yes, and so I
look forward to seeing you then when we can get
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