Lust of the Pirates

by Callista Hawkes

  “Really?” She replies, raising an eyebrow and chewing her lower lip thoughtfully for a moment. “Then that is very kind of you.” She giggles before beginning to rub it into her chest.

  “Glad to be of service miss.” You grin lying next to Abigail. You lie there for a moment before glancing at her.

  “It is also said to be good for the teeth and gums…” You add, smiling in the moonlight.

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  “Why don’t you try using your mouth?” You suggest with a raised eyebrow.

  “My mouth?” Abigail replies, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, confusion on her face. “Oh!” You smirk as your intentions dawn on her. “Oh, that is obscene! To think I would partake in such depravity! You really are the lowest of the low! To suggest such a thing! To a lady! I… I…” Despite her protestations, her hand never falters as she continues to stroke your cock. The lady doth protest too much…

  Suggest you use your own mouth on her first

  Call her bluff and return to your hammock

  “No matter.” You shrug, stepping back. Her hand slips from your cock and you bow graciously before climbing back into your hammock, the ropes creaking as it takes your weight. You lie there in the darkness, wondering if you have misjudged her and Abigail is not quite as aroused as you had thought. You glance over at her, watching as she tosses and turns before sitting up and gazing across at you. You feign slumber, until finally she can contain herself no longer.

  “If I was to do as you suggest,” She murmurs, “To perform such a… foul act. What exactly would I stand to gain?”

  “I will provide you with guidance as to what a man enjoys.” You reply, unable to suppress a smile as once again you reel her in. “No so-called gentleman would bring himself to even suggest such things. If you practice these newfound skills on the suitor of your choice, he will soon be your husband. You keep doing it, you’ll find he will never stray from you.” Abigail falls silent for a moment and you can see the indecision on her face as her arousal and curiosity battles with twenty-one years of conservative upbringing.

  “Very well.” She tells you. “But you are never to speak of this to anyone. My reputation would be ruined forever.”

  “You have my word.” You reply solemnly. She snorts derisively, probably thinking that a pirate’s word is probably not worth the breath it was spoken with, but gestures for you to join her on the bed, gathering the sheet tightly around her slender form. You climb out of the hammock, your cock still hard as you sit next to her. She chews her lower lip, gazing at your engorged shaft and perhaps wondering at her sanity for agreeing to do such a thing.

  “You’ll be best on your knees before me.” You suggest. Abigail’s eyes blaze briefly, perhaps affronted at your impertinence at suggesting such as submissive position for her. Then she seems to reconsider, perhaps remembering what she is about to do and that you are the master and she the student. She nods and drops to her knees before you. “Closer.” You tell her. She obediently shuffles forward, her chestnut brown eyes wide, mesmerised by your hard, throbbing cock swaying just inches in front of her face.

  “It’s so big.” She murmurs.

  “Take as much or as little into your mouth as you are comfortable with.” You reassure her. She nods and takes your cock back into her hand, her fingers pale against the reddish skin of your hardened shaft. She pulls it towards her and parts her lips. You can feel her hot breath against the straining tip and her eyes flick up to yours as she gives in to her own lustful curiosity. You groan as she takes the head inside her mouth, her lips closing around the crown. The sultry warmth of her mouth combined with the thrill of corrupting this beautiful young noblewoman has your pulse racing.

  “Yes.” You moan as her hand begins to slowly pump your shaft. “Now slide your lips back and forth.” She murmurs a muffled reply and begins to slowly bob her head, her lips sliding further down your shaft. Abigail seems to experiment, taking more and more of you inside her mouth until the lip nudges the back of her throat. She gags and immediately pulls off, coughing and spluttering.

  “Too much.” She rasps, her eyes watering. You reach down and guide her stroking hand further up your shaft until the top of her fist is just past the portion glistening with her saliva.

  “You know you can take this much,” You smile kindly, “So keep your hand here and you won’t gag.” She nods and lowers her gaze, as if ashamed that she has faltered. She takes your cock back into her mouth and begins to bob her head with renewed vigour. You reach down, running your fingers affectionately through her long, dark hair. What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in enthusiasm and you can feel your balls tingling as the beginnings of a climax begins to build.

  “You have quite a natural talent for this.” You groan. “Perhaps you are not as pure as you pretend.” She glares angrily up at you, bristling at the insinuation, but she continues to bob her head up and down, growing in confidence with every moment. The sounds of her slurping and sucking lips join your moans of pleasure and she has you rapidly approaching your climax.

  “You’re getting me close!” You tell her. Her big innocent chestnut brown eyes gaze up at you and you wonder if she’s so naive she doesn’t realise what that entails.

  Warn her

  Allow nature to take its course

  “Then perhaps I should use my mouth first.” You suggest, glancing pointedly between her thighs. Abigail’s eyes widen as she realises what you are suggesting.

  “Your mouth… down there!” She stutters. “I… I…” You know her decision before she does and smile as subconsciously her legs fall open, the hem of the sheet sliding across and revealing a pale, toned thigh. She makes no move to cover it as you gently prise her fingers from your engorged cock and move to the foot of the bed. Abigail rolls over onto her back and you can hear her breathless pants of excitement as you slowly pull the sheet from her body. You watch as the rest of her long slender leg is exposed. The hem slides across the inside of her thigh and you expect her to shield her pussy from you before it is revealed. Instead, she draws her knees up and splays her legs wider, shamelessly displaying herself as the sheet is pulled aside like a veil. Your gaze is drawn to the dark tangle of pubic hair and even in the dim moonlight, you can see her labia glistening with her arousal. The sheet is discarded and Abigail lies utterly exposed before you, her legs spread wide, her pert breasts heaving with her excitement. You drop onto your elbows between her legs, your face inches from her juicy slit. She flinches, perhaps feeling your warm breath against her wet opening and cranes her head forward. You glance up through the valley of her cleavage, your gaze meeting hers. She chews her lower lip pensively as she waits. You pause, enjoying her breathless anticipation before slowly lowering your face between her thighs, your cock twitching as you inhale her feminine musk. Abigail squirms beneath you, clearly desperate now for your touch. You smile to yourself before putting the poor girl out of her torment and kissing her firmly on her puffy lips. Abigail gasps as she feels your lips against her slit, moaning loudly as you flick out your tongue and run it slowly up her furrow. Your cock twitches again as you taste her, the familiar and yet subtly unique flavour exciting you and encouraging you to probe deeper. The beautiful aristocrat cries out with pleasure. Any remaining inhibitions are quickly forgotten as she claws at her breasts, pinches the hardened buds of her nipples and begs you not to stop. You grasp her buttocks and pull yourself in tighter, her cries going up an octave.

  “Oh God! Oh yes! Oh, oh, oh!” She cries, writhing beneath you as you continue to lap at her sodden opening. Her breathing becomes increasingly ragged and uneven and you know she is close. You smile to yourself and slide your tongue to the top of her slit before lapping at the tiny button of her clitoris. She shrieks with pleasure, her fingers grasping the back of your head. She lasts only moments longer, falling silent before her whole body convulses in ecstasy, her sharp cries of pleasure echoing around your cabin. You hold your tongue against her twitching clitoris until fin
ally her powerful orgasm subsides and she relaxes. You pull your face from between her thighs and gaze up at her elated and utterly satisfied face.

  “Well?” You grin. She simply guides you up her body, pulling your face to hers and kissing you deeply.

  “That was incredible!” She pants, her eyes burning with lust. “I will gladly pleasure you with my mouth or any other way you desire. I am yours to do with as you please.”

  Have her take you into her mouth

  Enter her

  You shift your weight slightly, your gaze meeting hers as you guide the tip of your cock towards her moist slit. Abigail flinches as she feels the warmth of the swollen head press against her delicate folds. You pause, a mixture of excitement and anxiousness in her beautiful chestnut brown eyes.

  “I’m ready.” She whispers, sensing your own trepidation. “Do it. Let me feel you inside me.” You nod and push, the bulbous tip of your shaft sinking inside her. Abigail gasps, grimacing as you stretch her pussy. Once again, you pause, allowing her to get used to your girth. “Keep going.” She moans softly, her legs wrapping around your thighs and gently pulling you in. You allow her to guide the pace, your thick cock sliding slowly deeper. Her eyes close and she bites her lower lip as you finally slip all the way inside her.

  “Abigail?” You ask. Her eyes flick open and she smiles weakly.

  “It’s so big!” She sighs. “I feel so full.”

  “You want to stop?” You ask her.

  “Don’t you dare!” She smiles. “I may walk as if I have been unsaddled afterwards, but I want you to deflower me.”

  “As you wish.” You grin. You begin to slowly thrust into her, her flinches of discomfort swiftly becoming moans of pleasure as she relaxes and begins to enjoy the experience.

  “Harder.” She whispers.

  “Excuse me?” You grin, slowing down slightly.

  “Harder, damn you.” She blushes, her lips pouting and her eyes filled with lust. You chuckle and quicken your pace, Abigail moaning thickly as you drive into her. You can feel the swollen nubs of her nipples dragging against your chest and her hot breath on your cheek. Her fingernails scrape down your back and her moans become breathless pants.

  “Don’t stop!” She cries out frantically, her face glistening with perspiration. Her own excitement is infectious and you can feel your climax swiftly building. Abigail is closer still and throws back her head, shrieking into the night as for the second time in the space of just a few minutes, an orgasm sweeps through her. Her body trembles beneath you, her hips bucking and her pussy convulsing around your cock. The sensation sends you to the brink and you bite your lower lip as you desperately try to stave off the inevitable. As her climax fades, she smiles up at you, a blissful expression on her face.

  “You’re close aren’t you?” She smiles. “You may take pleasure inside me if you wish…”

  Come inside her

  Pull out and come on her breasts

  “Use your mouth.” You tell her, sitting up and gesturing for her to kneel before you. Her eyes wild with lust, Abigail obediently drops to her knees before you and grasps your cock. She pauses only for the briefest of moments, the last of her inhibitions snuffed out by the overwhelming surge of desire and excitement as she takes you into her mouth. You groan as you feel the moist warmth of her mouth envelop the tip. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, gauging your reaction as she begins to bob her head back and forth, tentatively at first and then with growing confidence and enthusiasm.

  “Damn, that feels good.” You grin down at her. “It’ll be a comfort to know that if your family fall on hard times, there’s a career in the brothel open to you.” Her eyes widen at the remark and she sucks sharply on your cock, making you wince. Her eyes glint mischievously as she continues to bob her head back and forth. You can already feel the tension building in your balls but have no intention of climaxing just yet.

  “Use your tongue on my balls.” You tell her. Abigail pulls her lips from your cock and glances dubiously at your hairy sack. “Do it.” You tell her firmly. She nods submissively and crouches down a little and you groan as you feel her swipe her tongue over a ball. “Yessss!” You groan, running your fingers through her dark hair. Again, she warms quickly to her task, swirling her tongue around each ball and lapping enthusiastically at your sack.

  “Does that feel good?” She murmurs. You nod, her tongue feeling incredible against your sensitive balls. She certainly seems to have a natural talent for fellatio and though you enjoy her tongue on your balls, your cock aches with need and you yearn to feel her lips sliding up and down it again. Intuitively, she slides her tongue upwards, leaving a trail of saliva from root to tip before once again engulfing the bulbous head. You groan with pleasure, enjoying the lewd sounds of her sucking and slurping on your length as she enthusiastically brings you towards your climax. You can feel the pressure in your balls building to a crescendo as Abigail bobs her head back and forth with wild abandon.

  “You’re getting me close!” You tell her. Her big innocent chestnut brown gaze up at you and you wonder if she’s so naive she doesn’t realise what that entails.

  Warn her

  Allow nature to take its course

  “If you don’t want to taste my seed, then now is the time.” You grin. Her eyes widen and she hurriedly pulls her lips from your shaft. Her eyes glance fearfully at the straining bulbous tip of your cock and intuitively aims it at her chest. You let out a guttural grunt of release as your balls twitch and your come races up your shaft to explode from the tip. Abigail squeals as your thick seed splatters across her cleavage.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” She exclaims as your cock jerks again and again, pulse after pulse of creamy white semen splashing over her firm, pale breasts. You groan with pleasure at each powerful eruption until the last weaker spurts dribble down her fingers. “Look at me! Look at me!” Abigail gasps, gazing down at her come splattered chest.

  “I’m looking.” You grin, watching as the pearly white fluid trickles down the gentle curve of her breasts.

  “I look like a shameless harlot!” She tells you, clearly mortified as she examines the globules of your seed clinging to her fingers.

  “You do!” You chuckle. “I thought it a valuable lesson. Some men, myself included, enjoy the visual as well as the physical sensation of their climax.”

  “Quite the romantic aren’t you Captain?!” She replies caustically, getting to her feet and sitting next to you on the bed.

  “If you think me such an uncouth brute, perhaps you would prefer to sleep amongst the crew?” You suggest. Abigail involuntarily shudders at the prospect.

  “I meant no offence.” She replies, dabbing your seed from her chest with the corner of the sheet. “I admit I have perhaps lived a somewhat sheltered life. Your lessons are something of a shock to me.” She reaches for you, her hand brushing your cheek. “That’s not to say I haven’t found tonight to be one of the most exciting, exhilarating and pleasurable experiences of my life. You have broadened my horizons Captain, and for that I am forever in your debt.”

  “The debt will be repaid in full and then some when your father pays the ransom.” You tell her. Her face darkens as her romantic fantasy is shattered and she remembers she is your captive. “Worry not miss.” You tell her. “I promise you will be well treated.”

  “Thank you Captain.” She murmurs, holding your gaze. She tilts her head to one side and leans slightly forward. You smirk at the overt invitation and lean into her, pressing your lips to hers. You kiss her tenderly and take her into your arms. You lie down on the bed and drift off to sleep, the brunette’s head nestled against your chest.

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  You let out a guttural groan of pleasure as you feel your balls contract before pumping their load up your shaft. Abigail’s eyes widen as the first powerful spurt splashes against the roof of her mouth. She pulls you from her lips just as a second eruption streaks from the tip, splattering across her shocked face. She squeals in surprise as y
our cock continues to gush thick ropes of your seed across her lips and cheeks before she finally aims it lower, your last weaker spurts splashing across the tops of her breasts.

  “You bastard!” Abigail splutters, her eyes burning with fury. You grin, taking sadistic pleasure in her come streaked face glaring up at you.

  “I thought it a valuable lesson.” You reply, failing to keep a straight face. “Some men, myself included, enjoy the sensation of the girl sucking their cock until it erupts and then swallowing their seed.”

  “I’m expected to consume your foul fluids?!” She exclaims in disgust.

  “Yes.” You grin, realising she still has your first eruption in her mouth. She glares angrily at you before tipping back her head and gulping it down.

  “Satisfied?” She fumes.

  “Exceedingly.” You grin. “How did it taste?”

  “It’s hardly fine cuisine,” She grumbles, “Though not as bad as I had expected.”

  “A taste worth acquiring.” You suggest. “Most men, particularly so-called Gentlemen want a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom.” Abigail glares at you, bristling at being indirectly alluded to as a whore, but she looks away, perhaps reflecting that while she might not like it, the sentiment rings true. You get to your feet as Abigail wipes the remainder of your seed from her face and breasts with the corner of the sheet. You both climb into bed together, an awkward silence descending on your cabin.

  “It did feel somewhat exhilarating,” Abigail admits quietly a few minutes later, “To feel you erupt into my mouth and then to feel the warmth of your seed splashing against my face.” You glance across at her, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “I shall probably be damned to the fires of hell for this night’s transgression, but I shall not say I regret it.” You smile, knowing you have started the naïve young woman down a road of desire and debauchery from which there is no turning back.