In The Captain’s Quarters — Natasha’s Perspective:
“So what’s the deal?” I asked. “Rape and Pillage?”
He scrutinized me.
I had tried to escape, but his grip was stronger than I would have imagined for a man of his frame — he also had a firm grip on my crotch the whole time I was being carried away. A middle finger firmly sunk into my asshole and a thumb in my vagina. I guess I would have tried harder had I not been so instinctually aroused and seduced by the power of this man.
“Not exactly,” he said, stripping his clothes off and standing naked before me.
He was way more attractive than I gave him credit for — with his clothes on he had a rough, roguish appearance, but within only his skin, he looked like a rugged noble from an old time fairy tale. The only thing that was different about him was that he was hung, which was something I always hoped for in those stories but was never exactly revealed.
“I figured you’d like what you saw,” he said, licking the thumb that had been pushed into my vagina while keeping eye contact.
I couldn’t help myself, I was getting wet again, and I knew it was only a matter of time.
“You just expect me to fling myself on you?” I asked.
“You were about to get gangbanged by three jerk-offs on the beach about fifteen minutes ago, so I figure this is kind of a step up for you,” he said, firmly planting his feet on the ground of the deck.
“What if I say no?” I asked, hesitantly.
I knew what my body wanted, but I just wanted to make sure that I had options.
“Well, the gang outside is having some group fun with a handful of the other women on the beach, though from the sounds of it, they’re already enjoying themselves,” he began.
I blushed.
I hadn’t paid attention to those sounds quite as much, because I had been focused on the situation at hand, but women were indeed moaning outside on the deck, and quite a few of them.
“You could join them,” he said, calmly.
“Or, you could sit here and keep me company with a game of checkers,” he said, gesturing to a small table to his left.
“Or, you could make a swim for it — as we’re only about a hundred yards away from the shore, and you’d have the tide in your favor,” he concluded.
“And if I stay,” I said, raising an eyebrow, not able to take my eyes away from his cock.
“Then you and I can enjoy ourselves, proper-like, until you can hardly move, you’ve cum so many times,” he replied.
His tone was matter-of-fact, and I got the impression he was telling the truth. He reached over to shake my hand.
“Pirate Captain Elon, at your service,” he said, bowing slightly, as he had before on the beach, only this time, I had the pleasure of seeing his complete gesticulation.
“Natasha,” I replied, “or Dr. Grae, if you prefer.”
“I’ll call you Grae, if it pleases you,” he said, standing close to me, so I could feel the pressure of his body adjacent to my own.
I smiled and ran my hands along my thighs, turning around so he could take a good look at my body.
“I appreciate you showing off,” he said, his hand cupping my ass, “but I’ve already had a taste of you.”
His cock grew hard, standing so close to me, and so I took him in my hand, feeling the strength and warmth of his penis. I took him by the cock and led him over to the side of the cabin, where an open space allowed us to fuck without interruption. Sinking down to the floor, I brought my mouth around the head of his penis and held both hands around the base of his dick.
I couldn’t fit him completely in my mouth. As hard as I tried, I was only able to go down a few inches above where my fist wrapped around the base of his cock.
He had girth as well as length, and even with his shaft down my throat, there was still more of him to taste.
I arched my back so he could spank my ass and rub my vagina. He slid a finger in, and I lost myself with lust. I jammed my throat against his shaft as hard as I possibly could, coming even closer to his testicles than before. Holding me close to him and leaning down to kiss my tits, we shared a passion that grew — each of us becoming more feral every moment. I knelt down to taste his cock once more, and he shoved my head down on his shaft as far as it could go, and then held his shaft up in the air so I could suck at his balls.
The feeling of having him inside of my throat was empowering, and I couldn’t’ wait to feel him in my body.
He bent me over a chair and slid his cock easily between my legs, filling my vagina with his shaft. Pumping and fucking me with brutal abandon, I felt my ass slapped while he pounded me. Lips spread and breathing hot air onto my skin, he leaned over to suck on my neck, only to back off once more and force me down onto the chair with his forearms.
With every violent thrust, his balls slapped against my vulva. I could feel his hands gripping, searching around my body — holding my breasts and reaching down between my legs to grasp at my clit.
I was loud. These were not the cries of a gently building orgasm but the moans of a wild animal. He forced my shoulders down onto the chair and pounded my aching cunt with every bit of length that he could muster. The thrill of having his sack slap against my clit was like icing on the cake of our lust.
Effortlessly, he picked me up and landed backward, so we were in a reverse cowgirl position. Now it was my turn to fuck.
I grabbed him firmly by the balls and bounced my body up and down on the length of his cock, taking him deep into my body. Leaning back, I held onto my ass cheeks and watched while he pumped into me, moaning as he was behind my neck. His huge hands squeezed my thighs and lifted my chest, positioning me on his body for repeated penetration.
The size and speed of his cock separated my legs, and forced me to pump myself onto him — I felt connected in a profound and incredible way, and I wanted never to part again.
I couldn’t explain myself, because I couldn’t think about anything besides the grit teeth and ecstatic feverish fuck we were creating, but I managed to turn, while still on his cock, and face him, leaning over his body and kissing him.
The tenderness didn’t last long, but I was wild and ready to go, so I grabbed him by his hair and bounced my body along the length of his cock. Wrapping his hands around my throat, he choked me and drew me closer to his mouth for a kiss. Tight fingers found my nipples, and I hooked my ankles around his thighs, seeking purchase and knowing that it was all I could do to keep pushing myself down onto him — splitting myself with his cock.
“Get up, he commanded, and the two of us got down onto the floor.
He took me from behind then, both of our bodies rubbing against the worn wooden deck of the ship. I was held between both of his arms — one hand on my breast, and the other hand on my clit while my leg was suspended in the air, accommodating his entry into my sex.
“So… big….” was all I could say, but even those words were stilted, in a staccato vibration of his relentless fucking.
My ass cheeks burned with friction, and my whole body shook with desire and the intensity of his movement.
“Shit!” I screamed, horny as hell and eager for more.
I got up and spread my legs on the chair, licking my lips and waiting for him to fuck me again. He stood there, watching me want him — watching me spread myself for him, red and loose, and eager to be filled.
When he started again, he didn’t push all the way inside of me, but stayed just within the head. When his head came out, I saw what was happening, he had cum inside of me. And a strand of his cum was dripping from the head of his cock on the way out of my vagina.
Standing there grinning, he watched me play with his cum while it slowly dripped out of my vagina — all creamy white and full of his seed.
Leaning forward, he surprised me and dove his face in between my legs, burying his nose against my clit. Long, tender strokes of his tongue pulled along the outside of my labia, and he sucked what remaining cum was inside of me into his own mouth. Leaning up toward me, with his cock still in a semi-hard state, he connected his mouth with my own and shoved his dick inside of me once more.
Being full of him, and swapping cum while making out did it for me, I was close to orgasm, but there was something psychological about that kind of intimacy that pushed me over the edge, I began to suck at his tongue and lick his mouth with my own, my vagina contracting and pulling at his penis.
With miraculous stamina, he continued to fuck me, this time slow, deep and intentional. I could feel more cum shooting out from his body into my own, until at last I knew he was completely dry.
In spite of his finished load, he moved his hips against mine, shoving the length of his massive cock into my body and grinding on my clit with his pelvic bone.
I came, gushing fluid over his body, spilling out onto the canvas of his chair, and covering his cock with my own fluids.
I was breathing heavily, and the two of us retired like that, sucking on each other’s lips until we had fucked ourselves into exhaustion. Outside of the cabin, just prior to sleep, I heard the sound of fireworks going off in the distance.
“Happy New Year,” I whispered, and nuzzled my face into his armpit, soaking my nose in the scent of my newly found lover.