“Strange how all men taste a little different.” She murmurs before blushing. “I mean… ah… I…” She stutters. You chuckle and lean forward, kissing her deeply before pulling away and stepping back into the shadows. “Farewell pirate.” She smiles as you leave the room and stalk silently down the hallway and back down the winding stone staircase. You slip out of the fort and quickly make your way back to the harbour and the safety of the Nemesis.
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“Yes.” You smile, guiding your cock back towards her lips. Her eyes blaze, but she eagerly takes you back into her mouth. Her hands grasp your hips and guide the pace, taking you back deep into her throat. You groan, your pulse racing and the come churning in your balls as you slide back and forth in her mouth. She seems to intuitively know how to hold you on the very brink and you moan in blissful torment, willing her to send you over the edge.
“Please,” you finally beg, feeling your heart will explode instead of your cock if she doesn’t relent, “Please señora. Please make me come.” Her chuckle vibrates around your shaft and she increases her pace. You climax immediately, fighting desperately not to roar with the blissful sensation of release. As you bite your tongue to muffle your moans, it seems to somehow enhance your climax as your cock twitches again and again, gushing into Gabriela’s mouth. She guides you back so that just the tip of your shaft remains in her mouth, her lips sealed tightly around the crown as you swiftly fill her mouth. Your hips jerk with each eruption and her cheeks cave in as she eagerly sucks your seed from you. As your climax fades, you stagger backwards, your cock slipping from her lips. Gabriela gulps down your seed and sits up, glancing over her shoulder at you.
“Satisfied ruffian?” She asks you, her eyes narrowing.
“Very much.” You grin.
“Good, now begone!” She tells you with a dismissive gesture towards the door. You chuckle and slip your cock back into your breeches before fastening them up and crossing the room. You pause at the door, glancing back at the beautiful Spaniard. She hasn’t moved, still sitting on the table, her naked body bathed in the flickering golden glow of the candlelight. “Goodbye pirate.” She purrs with a subtle smile. You return her smile and depart, stalking silently down the hallway and back down the winding stone staircase. You slip out of the fort and quickly make your way back to the harbour and the safety of the Nemesis.
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An hour later, you step back out on deck, your crew eyeing you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. You glare at them and they hurriedly go about their duties. Uncomfortable, you pull at the dark robe you are wearing, hot beneath the afternoon sun. You adjust the ornate crucifix on a chain around your neck that you had appropriated from your loot.
“Are you ready to hear my confession father?” Anne asks you, a smile playing on her lips, your heated words of earlier apparently forgotten.
“Bless you my child, but I fear I would be listening for several days.” You grin before making the sign of a cross with your hand.
“Good luck Captain.” She chuckles as you stride down the gang plank and onto the jetty. You glance nervously up at the imposing ramparts of the fort before walking swiftly towards it.
You approach a heavy timber gate across the arched stone entrance to the fort. Two guards eye you curiously rather than suspiciously as you approach.
“Buenos dias.” You smile. “Apologies, but my Spanish is very poor. Do either of you speak English?”
“A little.” One replies. You introduce yourself with a story of stopping off at San Juan before travelling on to South America to carry out missionary work and that you would like to call on their commander before you go. The guards seem totally convinced and one accompanies you through to Alvarez’s residence.
“Greetings Father.” Alvarez beams as you are shown into his office. “You honour and bless us with your visit.” He gets to his feet, self-consciously straightening his uniform as he does so. He is short in stature with a bushy moustache and thick dark hair.
“You are very kind to welcome me into your home.” You smile, your eyes flitting around the room as you look for potential map locations. “And thank you for speaking English for my benefit.” Alvarez waves it away. As you glance about the room, you notice the walls of his office are adorned with numerous crucifixes and fine paintings of the Madonna.
“The decoration pleases you?” He asks.
“Very much so.” You smile. “You are clearly a devout man.” You make a show of studying one of the paintings. “These are fine works and very old. You are a collector?”
“It is my passion.” He admits with a smile. “I have many more relics and artefacts in a cabinet in my dining room.”
“Fascinating.” You smile with genuine sincerity. The office door opens and a beautiful woman steps through it. Her dark wavy hair cascades down past her shoulders. Her flawless olive skin contrasts with the thin, floaty white dress she wears over her slender body.
“May I present my wife, Gabriela.” Alvarez smiles. She smiles sweetly at you. At perhaps thirty, she appears ten years her husband’s junior.
“Will you join us for dinner?” She purrs, her Spanish accented English adding to her allure.
“That’s very kind.” You smile, holding her gaze.
“Perfect.” Alvarez grins. “I will have my servants prepare a room. You will be our guest tonight.”
A couple of hours later, you enter the dining room. It is high up in the fort with a view through the window of the sun setting over the Caribbean Sea. Having stumbled through a blessing, you sit down to eat, Alvarez at the head of the table while you sit opposite his beautiful wife.
“The view is quite enchanting.” You tell Alvarez, your gaze never leaving Gabriela, who blushes and smiles shyly.
“We have some wonderful sunsets here.” Alvarez admits, as he raises his fork to his mouth. A servant pours you each a goblet of wine.
“To you Father.” Alvarez says raising his goblet. “And to your good fortune in spreading the word of God.” You raise your own goblet and drink deeply from it.
By the time the meal has been consumed, your goblets have been refilled many times over. You notice Gabriela chewing her lip thoughtfully for a moment before taking another drink, her gaze meeting yours and her brown eyes glinting.
“So tell me Father, where does the church stand on pleasures of the flesh outside of marriage?” Gabriela purrs. Alvarez splutters into his goblet.
“You must excuse my wife.” Alvarez tells you, glaring at her. “She is a sinful harlot. Her appetites are insatiable.” You raise an eyebrow and Gabriela smiles back at you.
“Really?” You reply, suppressing a smirk. “Perhaps rather than discourage these appetites, you should embrace them.”
“I am astonished to hear such advice from a man of the church!” Alvarez replies, eyeing you suspiciously.
“These are changing times and you are far from home.” You shrug. “It is not surprising that your attitudes are a little… antiquated. We must ask ourselves, are the pleasures of the flesh not a gift from God? Who are we to deny ourselves?” Gabriela smiles across the table at you, and you stifle a gasp as you feel her foot press against your crotch. You glance across at her, her eyes smouldering beneath long dark eyelashes.
“You never answered my question.” She smiles sweetly.
“While the sanctity of marriage is, or course, absolute,” You reply, the ball of her foot now rubbing insistently at the growing bulge in the front of your breeches, “In some circumstances it might be beneficial to invite others into the marital bed.”
“Really?” Alvarez replies, his eyes wide.
“Yes.” You tell him, desperately trying to keep from laughing out loud at the ruse or groaning with pleasure at Gabriela’s massaging foot. “If man and wife are both involved, then there has been no infidelity.”
“I see the truth of it.” Alvarez replies doubtfully.
“And you? Would you be a willing participant?” Gabrie
la smiles.
Why not
This is a dangerous game. Wait until they are both asleep and steal the map
“Sir, your wife is quite a tease.” You laugh. “For a moment there I thought she was serious.” Alvarez pauses for a moment before joining your laughter, his own a little uneasy. Gabriela laughs too, her foot leaving your groin. You see a flash of disappointment on her face as she picks up her goblet and drinks deeply.
After another hour or so of polite conversation, you all retire to your bedrooms. You wait until the dead of night and creep quietly from your room. A candle flickering in your grasp, you stalk silently down the hallway and return to the dining room. You sweep the modest light from the candle about, the shadows shifting as you approach the cabinet. Finding it locked, you stoop to examine the key hole. Difficult to pick, but not impossible given time. You pull out a small piece of wire and twist it into shape before guiding it towards the aperture.
“Is this what you seek?” A voice whispers in the darkness behind you. You start and twist around, the candlelight illuminating Gabriela’s smiling face. She holds out a small brass key.
“It is.” You reply, taking it from her and opening the cabinet. You rummage through the contents before pulling the folded map from within and slipping it inside your gown. “You knew?”
“Of course I knew.” She chuckles. “My husband may be an idiot, but I am not. You may look the part, but I believe you to be far from Godly.”
“I could say the same about you.” You grin, locking the cabinet, getting back to your feet and handing her the key. “That was quite a performance at dinner.”
“And yet you spurned my advances.” She purrs. “You don’t know what you missed.”
“To my eternal regret.” You reply with a cocky smile, before reaching for her hand and kissing it.
“And mine…” She replies in a barely audible whisper as you release her hand and slip away into the darkness. You make your way out of the fort and quickly return to the docks, pleased that the map was so easily retrieved.
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“I live to serve.” You smile. “If my generous hosts wish it, I would be honoured to perform such a service.”
“I wish it.” Gabriela murmurs, gazing deeply into your eyes.
“Gabriela!” Alvarez splutters, getting to his feet. “I forbid…”
“I wish it.” She repeats, firmly this time. She tears her gaze from you and glances up at her husband. “You can either participate or not, but our guest and I will retire to the bedroom.” Alvarez opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, his mind reeling with what is happening. He glances towards you.
“If you are sure it is virtuous.” He says doubtfully but seeming to warm to the idea.
“It is decided then.” Gabriela smiles, her foot leaving your throbbing cock before her chair scrapes on the floor as she pushes it back and climbs to her feet. You get to your own feet, hoping your gown disguises your raging erection as you follow her from the room, Alvarez following uncertainly in your wake.
You follow Gabriela down the hallway, your gaze drawn to the provocative sway of her hips. She reaches a thick timber door and pushes it open. The room is sparsely decorated and furnished with just a bed, a bedside cabinet and a wardrobe. The candles flicker as Alvarez steps inside and closes the door behind him.
“My room.” Gabriela smiles at you. “My husband sleeps elsewhere. Esteban is a very pious man.” She explains. “He believes intercourse is only appropriate for procreation.” Alvarez shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot.
“Really?” You raise an eyebrow, suddenly understanding her frustration. She steps towards you and caresses your chest through the gown, before taking the crucifix in her hand and pulling the chain over your head. She pulls the gown up over your head exposing your chest. Her hands run down your chest and stomach before her fingers deftly unfasten your breeches. She seems surprisingly adept at undressing you and you find yourself wondering how many of the guards may have been seduced by the beautiful Gabriela.
“Undress.” She tells her husband as she tugs down your breeches.
“This is unseemly.” He grumbles, but begins to unbutton his tunic. Gabriela ignores his complaints, her fingers tracing the bulge in the front of your underpants. She eagerly pulls your underpants down, your cock springing up, thick and throbbing with need.
“So big.” She breathes, her fingertips caressing your length, exploring it. You pull her towards you and kiss her passionately. She returns your kiss with equal desire, her tongue spearing between your lips, seeking your own. Your fingers nimbly unfasten her dress, urgently pulling the fine garment up and over her head. She smiles brazenly at you, enjoying your reaction when you realise she has no underwear beneath. She steps back, allowing your gaze to roam all over her naked body, the flickering candlelight bathing it in an orange glow. Her small breasts are firm, the nipples swollen and erect. Her stomach is flat, her hips full and her legs toned and long. She rests her hand on her hip and smiles at you. Alvarez has thrown off his own clothes and although he looks a little awkward, his own cock has swollen at the sight of his temptress of a wife.
“Well?” She purrs, glancing from you to him. “What shall we do?”
Tell her to pleasure herself on the bed while you both watch
Guide her to the bed and go down on her while she takes her husband in her mouth
Tell her husband to enter her while you watch
“I think we should watch you pleasure yourself.” You grin. You hear a sharp intake of breath from Alvarez, but Gabriela chuckles sexily.
“I think I’d like that.” She purrs, throwing herself back onto the bed and making herself comfortable. She smiles broadly up at you both and allows her thighs to fall open. Your cock twitches as you gaze at her beautiful body laid out before you. Her lips pout and her chest heaves with excitement. The dark triangle of curls between her thighs contrasts with her olive flesh, her flat stomach and gentle swell of her chest dappled with numerous tiny shifting shadows from the nearby lantern.
“Beautiful.” You murmur, your pulse racing as you watch her slowly stretch her right hand down between her thighs. Her eyes close and she softly bites her lower lip as her fingers find her glistening slit.
“This feels so sinful.” She smiles, her fingers tentatively dipping inside as she slowly begins to caress herself. Her other hand slides across her chest, her fingers pinching and pulling at her swollen nipples. “Touching myself is in itself a sin, but doing it before you both feels so wicked. And exciting.” You nod, your engorged cock aching for attention. As her hand works faster between her legs, quickly finding a rhythm, you can resist no longer and grip your shaft, slowly pumping it. You glance over at Alvarez to see that he too is slowly stroking his own cock. Gabriela chuckles at the sight of you both as she alternates between teasing her clit and rubbing at her slit. You find yourself fighting against the urge to step between her open legs and plunge your cock into her hot, moist depths.
“You want to join me?” She teases, intuitively reading the lust in your eyes. “I’d like that, but if you open that draw…” She gestures to her bedside cabinet, “You may just change your mind.”
Enough foreplay. Enter her
Open the drawer
Intrigued, you move to the side of the bed, Gabriela’s mischievous gaze following you. You pull open the draw and are confronted by a long, thick, ornately carved mahogany dildo. It is anatomically correct with a bulbous head and even a broad vein running along its underside.
“Gabriela!” Alvarez gasps as you pull it from the drawer, crossing himself and muttering indistinctly in Spanish.
“If you will not sate my desires, I must attend to them myself.” She tells him unabashed. She takes the dildo from you and you watch fascinated as she slides it down between her legs, lubricating it with the juices glistening on her fingers. She then presses the tip against her puffy labia, the wooden head parting her lips and slipping inside. She mews wi
th pleasure as she draws it back a little before plunging it deeper inside, the dark wood shiny with her wetness. Enthralled, you resume stroking your cock as the wooden counterpart is thrust with increasing ferocity into her sodden slit. Gabriela’s free hand slides down to tease her clit, her hips bucking and gyrating on the bed as her soft moans become guttural groans.
“I do not recognise this harlot before me.” Alvarez mutters aghast, though his hand is still wrapped around his shaft, slowly pumping it.
“Shut up and suck my tits.” She tells him abruptly. He opens his mouth to retort, but thinks better of it, slowly stepping towards her. He sits by her side and leans down to take a nipple into his mouth. Gabriela groans, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged and uneven. Alvarez moves across to her other nipple, sucking on it with increasing enthusiasm. The thick dildo slips easily inside her drenched pussy and her fingers work feverishly at her clit. You find that you are vigorously pumping your cock and force yourself to slow down to a more deliberate pace as you feel the tension rapidly building in your balls. Gabriela pushes her husband away and rolls over onto her knees, her buttocks thrust in the air, her head buried in her pillow. She continues pumping the wooden cock inside her, her stretched slit lewdly displayed to you both.
“What is this?” Alvarez asks, reaching to the back of the drawer. He pulls out a short smooth conical shaped piece of glass, the base narrowing before widening to a ball.
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