“Hey Herr Popeye, you speak English?” You call out.
“Ja. A little.” He replies distractedly, obviously keen to continue on his way.
Ask him what’s happening
Ask him where Noah or Helga are
“Why don’t you try a little lower?” You murmur.
“Found your voice, little mouse?” Helga smiles, her hand leaving your breast and sliding downwards. Your breathing quickens as her fingers glide down over your stomach and between your thighs. Emboldened, you return her smile.
“I wasn’t meaning with your fingers, Fraulein.” You tell her with a slightly mocking tone. Helga’s smile vanishes and her eyes widen before she laughs loudly.
“Mein Gott, you’re getting cocky!” She smirks. “I like that.” She stoops slightly, kissing the tops of your breasts before lifting one and drawing a nipple into her mouth. As she gently sucks, flicking her tongue over the sensitive bud, you moan with delight. She doesn’t linger long, squatting before you as she kisses her way down your midriff and past your navel. As she drops to her knees, you shuffle your legs apart in anticipation. Helga’s hands caress your hips and you gaze down at her upturned face, her blue eyes gleaming and her lips curled up in a playful smile. She glances between your legs, moving slowly closer until you can feel her hot breath on your pubic hair. Your pussy aches for her touch and yet she keeps you waiting, your heart thumping in your chest with excitement.
“Eat me.” You groan impatiently.
“I give the orders around here.” Helga growls, her blue eyes turning icy cool.
“Please.” You add. She holds your gaze, the silence growing until finally she nods.
“And you will do the same to me.” A statement, not a question. You nod meekly as she swiftly regains all the power. “Gut.” She cranes her head forward, her eyes fixed on yours as she extends her tongue and slowly runs it the length of your slit, parting your labia. You shiver as the tip flicks over your clitoris. Helga chuckles and grasps your hips tighter, pressing her face into your folds as she thrusts her tongue inside you.
“Oh God, that feels good.” You moan, enjoying her attention as she laps and dabs at your wet opening. Helga teases your clit, flicking her tongue over the tiny hood. She is so much more skilled than the clumsy touch of a man, seeming to intuitively know exactly what you crave and acting accordingly. You grasp your breasts, squeezing them and pinching at your nipples as you moan with pleasure. Helga’s enthusiasm excites you and each swipe or dab of her tongue makes the delicious sensation of your impending orgasm rise within you. Her hands slide down to your buttocks, her fingers massaging your firm cheeks. You know you won’t last much longer and wonder whether to let her continue until you come and then return the favor or suggest you pleasure each other on the bed.
Allow Helga to bring you to orgasm
Suggest a sixty-nine on the bed
Helga’s talented tongue feels far too good to interrupt her, so you concentrate on your own needs, squeezing your breasts and reveling in her attentions. Your little gasps and moans compete with the soft, wet slurping sounds as she works her magic.
“Oh God, yes, don’t stop!” You breathe, glancing down at her, her face pressed tightly into your pussy. As her hands tighten on your buttocks and as she squirms beneath you, you realize she is deeply aroused too. Her obvious excitement amplifies your own and you feel your orgasm blossom as her tongue sends you over the edge. Jolts of pleasure radiate out from your convulsing pussy and your mouth drops open as you gasp with each delicious pulse. Her tongue continues to gently flick over your clit as you tremble in ecstasy. When you finally relax, feeling light headed from the intensity of your climax, Helga emerges from between your thighs and grins up at you.
“Gut?” She enquires.
“Very gut.” You breathe, panting for breath. She smiles and climbs to her feet before crossing the room towards the bed, her lingerie clad hips swaying with each step. She turns and sits on the edge of the bed and slowly and seductively parts her legs.
“Your turn.” She smiles sexily, her black silk stockings contrasting with the pale skin of her inner thighs and the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair. You nod and follow her across the room, kneeling between her legs and slowly leaning forward. She reaches out, stroking your head as you lower your face down to her opening, breathing in her fragrant feminine musk. Extending your tongue, you trace the length of her slit, enjoying feeling her shiver with pleasure. Applying pressure, your tongue slips between her puffy lips and you savor the taste of her sweet nectar.
“Ja.” Helga murmurs, her fingers in your hair. “Like that. Slowly to begin with. Tease me.” She is clearly a woman used to getting what she wants, but after the incredible climax she just gave you, who are you to object? You slowly lick her juicy furrow, sliding your tongue up and down. Helga mews with delight, her breathing quickening as she luxuriates in your attentions. Her fingers tighten in your hair and she pulls your face in a little more tightly.
“Schneller.” She moans. “Faster, faster.” You obey, enjoying your submissive role as she firmly guides you. She pulls your head upwards a little and you intuitively flick your tongue over her clitoris. She gasps with delight and you concentrate your attentions on the tiny little nub.
“Use your fingers!” Helga demands breathlessly, rolling her hips as your tongue brings her ever closer. You slide your right hand up between her legs, pressing your fingertips to her sodden opening. They sink easily inside her juicy slit and Helga cries out with pleasure.
“Ja, ja, ja!” She moans, trembling on the brink. Your fingers squelch as you work them in and out of her, all the while your tongue flicks and dabs insistently at her sensitive clit. Her desperate moans suddenly trail away and she falls silent. Her fingers tighten almost painfully in your hair and you feel her stiffen.
“Jaaaa!” She screams, her body trembling as her orgasm rips through her. Her clit twitches against your tongue and her juices soak your hand. Her cries echo around the cabin until she finally relaxes, releasing her hold on your head. She pulls you to her, her kiss long and lingering. Joining her on the bed, you lie in each other’s arms, swiftly drifting off to a deep and satisfied sleep.
You awake to the sound of a commotion outside the cabin. Footsteps thump past in the passageway beyond the door and you can hear sailors calling out to each other outside. While you don’t understand German, they seem excited by something. You roll over but find you are now alone in the bed. Helga’s lingerie lies discarded at the foot of the bed. Sitting up, you quickly pull on your clothes before stepping out into the passageway. A sailor comes rushing past you.
“Hey Herr Popeye, you speak English?” You call out.
“Ja. A little.” He replies distractedly, obviously keen to continue on his way.
Ask him what’s happening
Ask him where Noah or Helga are
“Want to move this onto the bed?” You murmur, your arousal making your voice husky. Helga pulls her face from between your thighs and your pussy tingles at the sight of her lips and chin, glistening with your juices.
“After you, Fraulein.” She replies, climbing gracefully back to her feet and gesturing to the bed. “I want to be on top.”
“There’s a surprise.” You reply dryly, flashing her a smile as you lie back on the bed. Helga returns your smile, her exquisite lingerie perfectly complementing her toned, athletic body while her immaculate blonde braids sway around her shoulders as she saunters towards you. The bed creaks as she climbs onto it. She leans forward, kissing you for a moment. You can taste yourself on her lips and her sweet perfume fills your nostrils. When Helga pulls away, your head swims with excitement and anticipation as she swings herself around, kneeling astride your head. You gaze up at the pale flesh of her inner thighs above her stockings, the wispy blonde curls of her pubic hair and the delicate folds of her opening which is dewy with her arousal.
“Eat me.” Helga breathes lowering herself down onto your face. Reachin
g up and grasping her hips, you eagerly plunge your tongue inside her. Your pussy tingles at her taste while she moans with delight as you begin to work your tongue up and down the length of her fragrant and juicy slit.
“Ja, ja!” Helga moans breathlessly gently rocking back and forth and rubbing her pussy against your face. You’re only too happy to play the submissive role though you squirm beneath her as your own needs are neglected. Fortunately, she soon remembers and once again, you feel her hot breath against your wet opening. You gasp sharply as her tongue resumes its earlier attention. The change of position feels even better and you find yourself increasingly distracted as she teases you.
“Don’t forget about me.” She murmurs, momentarily pulling her mouth from your slit. You lap at her slit while she returns her mouth to yours, the cabin filling with the muffled sounds of your moans as you both pleasure each other. As you feel the wonderful sensation of your impending orgasm steadily building, you lash your tongue at Helga’s slit with increased enthusiasm, wanting to make her feel just as good. She begins to concentrate on your clit, her tongue flicking and dabbing at the sensitive little button.
“Oh God, I’m close!” You groan before plunging your tongue back inside her sodden furrow. While she is effectively your captor, you no longer care, consumed by your desperate need to reach your orgasm and your desire to bring Helga to her climax in return. Your lips and chin are wet with her juices as you drag your tongue up and down her slit while her moans of pleasure vibrate pleasantly against your clitoris. The wonderful sensation intensifies and you cry out into Helga’s slippery folds as she sends you to your orgasm. You quake beneath her as ripples of pleasure surge through you, while Helga mercilessly grinds herself against your face as she seeks her own release. She reaches it just moments later, pulling her mouth from your twitching clit.
“Jaaa! Ich kommen!” She shrieks, her sweet juices soaking your face. You both tremble in the throes of ecstasy, your mouths at each other’s sensitive clits until your orgasms finally subside. Helga climbs off you, slumping onto the bed next to you, her chest heaving as she pants for breath.
“That was incredible.” You murmur drowsily. “So intense.” She shifts beside you, turning around and drawing you to her. You rest your head on her chest and quickly drift off to sleep.
You awake to the sound of a commotion outside the cabin. Footsteps thump past in the passageway beyond the door and you can hear sailors calling out to each other outside. While you don’t understand German, they seem excited by something. You roll over, but find you are now alone in the bed. Helga’s lingerie lies discarded on the floor. Sitting up, you quickly pull on your clothes before stepping out into the passageway. A sailor comes rushing past you.
“Hey Herr Popeye, you speak English?” You call out.
“Ja. A little.” He replies distractedly, obviously keen to continue on his way.
Ask him what’s happening
Ask him where Noah or Helga are
“Guess I’m stuck with you, so I may as well make the best of it.” You sigh.
“Great.” Noah grins. “C’mon.” He turns and walks along the deck and through a door. You follow him back into the interior of the ship and along a passageway before he stops at a door. Pushing it open, he ushers you into his cabin. It’s quite a cramped room with a narrow bed along one side and a steel locker to the other. A door leads to what is presumably the bathroom. Clothes are strewn across the floor and the bed is unmade.
“I… uh… wasn’t expecting company.” He flashes you a sheepish smile.
“Just get the damn bottle, Wheatley.” You tell him impatiently, sitting down on the bed. He rummages around in the locker and pulls out the bottle of gin and a pair of tin cups. Sitting down next to you, he pours and passes you a cup.
“Cheers.” He knocks his cup against yours, the gin sloshing around inside before drinking deeply from it.
“Cheers.” You reply, drinking from your own cup.
“Not quite that beach bar back in the Caribbean, eh.” Noah grins ruefully. “Did I tell you how sorry I am that I got you mixed up in all this?”
“You did, but you can tell me again.” You growl, drinking some more gin.
“I am sorry, truly.” He tells you sincerely. “Though I never dreamed you’d come after me. That’s kinda crazy you know.”
“I was mad.” You tell him. “Real mad.” It’s your turn to smile ruefully. “Crazy mad.” You add with a shrug.
“To learning from our mistakes.” Noah raises his cup. You nod and clink your cup against his before you both drink deeply again.
“So what exactly have you gotten me into?” You ask him. “Your Nazi friend told me some horseshit about the compass pointing towards some mysterious lost island.”
“It’s not horseshit.” Noah tells you earnestly. “Rather than pointing to magnetic north, the compass points the way to a mystical artifact. If ancient texts I unearthed are to be believed, it is so powerful that it was deliberately hidden on a remote island in the middle of the Atlantic lest it led to the destruction of all mankind.”
“Still sounds like horseshit to me.” You growl.
“You’ve every right to be skeptical.” He shrugs, before brightening. “But I look forward to proving you wrong in the next day or so.”
As the sky beyond the circular porthole darkens, the level in the gin bottle gradually drops towards the base. You find yourself laughing at Noah’s lame jokes as the alcohol relaxes you. When the conversation momentarily stalls, you find yourself gazing into his eyes. He begins to tentatively lean in and you panic, turning away.
“Sorry.” He murmurs, getting to his feet. “Think the drink’s getting to me. I’ll have a shower. Cool off a little.” You nod, watching as he places his empty cup next to the all but empty gin bottle and walks a little unsteadily towards the bathroom door. He disappears inside and a moment later, you hear the pattering of the shower beyond. While you still hate the son of a bitch, you find yourself almost regretting spurning Noah’s advances. You definitely feel a little antsy, but wonder if it’s just the alcohol.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning.” Your murmur to yourself.
Follow Noah into the bathroom
Go to sleep instead
Deciding not to let your alcohol fuelled libido rule your head, you strip down to your underwear and crawl between the sheets. The gentle sound of the shower combined with the gin you have consumed is quite soporific and you quickly drift off to sleep.
When you stir, a shaft of sunlight is shining in through the circular porthole. You are in bed alone and Noah is nowhere to be seen. As you sit up, you can hear a commotion outside. You can hear excited voices and hurried footsteps on the deck beyond the porthole. While you don’t understand German, you can tell from their tone that something is happening. You quickly pull on your clothes before stepping out of the cabin. One of the sailors hurries past you and you call out to him.
“Hey, you speak English?”
“Ja. A little.” He replies distractedly, obviously keen to continue on his way.
Ask him what’s happening
Ask him where Noah or Helga are
“To hell with it.” You murmur, climbing to your feet and stripping off your clothes. You drop your bra onto the pile of discarded garments before tugging down your panties and stepping out of them. Crossing the room, you carefully ease the bathroom door open. The small compartment is misty with vapor, but you can see Noah standing in the shower. He has his back to you, his head upturned as the spray from the showerhead jets into his face. You smile, admiring his ass as you step slowly towards him. Still oblivious to your presence, he sweeps his fingers through his soaked hair. Stepping into the tray behind him, you reach out and wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your body against his back.
“What the fuck?!” He gasps, starting in surprise. You giggle and run your fingers up and down his chest and stomach.
“Want me to scrub your ba
ck?” You purr.
“I’d rather you scrubbed my front.” Noah chuckles, recovering quickly. He twists around to face you, his eyes momentarily dipping to your chest before meeting your gaze. Taking you into his arms, he presses his lips to yours as the warm water cascades all over you both. He kisses you hungrily, his tongue slipping between your lips as you grasp his firm buttocks. Feeling his cock hardening against your stomach, you break the kiss and grin up at him.
“What are we going to do about that?” You ask, grasping his shaft and cocking an eyebrow.
“I’m open to suggestions.” He smirks.
Touch each other
Take him into your mouth
“I’ve got one I think you’ll enjoy.” You chuckle, kissing your way down his chest as Noah watches intently. You hold his gaze as you sink lower, your lips brushing against his glistening body. As you reach his stomach, you smile, seeing his swollen shaft jutting up towards you, the straining crown tinged purple. You drop to your knees, the shower spray drenching your hair and flattening it to your head. The hardened cock before you gently sways from side to side and you salivate at the thought of taking it into your mouth. Leaning forward, you kiss the tip, your pulse racing with excitement.
“Oh fuck.” Noah moans as you slowly take him past your lips, the head sliding across your tongue. Your pussy tingles with the thrill of it as you take him deeper into your mouth. He reaches down, his fingers sliding through your drenched hair. Rather than try to guide you, his touch is tender and affectionate. The spray from the shower drums on the top of your head as you begin to rock back and forth, your lips sliding up and down his shaft. You glance up at Noah. His gaze is fixed on you, his lips parted as his breathing quickens.
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