Hello, long time lurker, first time poster. Please be gentle. Part pf a longer story, but just pulled out this sexy chunk for a test drive.
*Isidora is a sexy pirate captain looking to blow off some steam at a low key pub. And blow off some steam, she does.*
“Barkeep.” she signaled the sleepy looking older gentleman slowly polishing a hopelessly smudged glass.
“Ey?” he mumbles, not looking up.
“Rum.”
Absently, he turns, grabs a dirty bottle and pour into a short glass.
“Tha’ll be a pennay.” He said as he place the drink in front of her.
She reached into her pocket, but before she could pull out the coin, a hand slammed on the counter in front of her. The hand was grimy, nails caked with dirt, reached up into a too-short-tattered sleeve, connected to a faded and pudgy torso. Atop the atrocity was a dirty, scruffled face, doing its best impression of a smile, with few teeth.
“I go’ this one, ‘Arvey.” he said proudly. The man, stumbly, placed himself on the bar stool next to Isidora. “Names Francis Raymond. People call me Frank.” He leaned in much too close. He smelled of urine and cheap alcohol. “Ain’t you a lovely piece to be in this shite hole, ey, love?”
Isidora sipped her drink.
“Its common to thank a gentilman for buying a lady a drink.” he weaved in his spot. “I can think of a way you can thank me.” His hand found its way to her thigh, moving confidently upwards.
This, again? She thought to herself. Why? Why has common decency failed in this “cultured” country? She was better respected by natives in the Mediterranean. And they didn’t even speak the same language.
While she was thinking, he leaned in and pressed his face into her hair. She quickly jumped up and looked him in the eye.
“I’m warning you once. Do not touch me.” she spoke, clearly and slowly, hoping it could sink into his addled mind.
“Oh, ‘unnay.” he tried to wrap an arm around her waist. “If you just gimme a—”
She took his arm and twisted it painfully behind him. He let out a squall, his face mashed into the bar.
“Do not touch me again, understand?”
“Now, miss… miss, I– I didn’t mean no—” She pulled his arm higher, the wrong direction.
“Ah! Ah! Yes, yes, I understand, mum, I understand. No touching, no touching.”
She thought about breaking his arm. She had killed men for less. But, she was tired.
She released him, and nodded towards the door. Frank scuttled out into the night.
Harvey placed another drink in front of her. “This ‘un on the ‘ouse.” He gave her a small smile, like that was the best part of his night. She downed the first one in a swallow. Sye eyed the rest of the bar, looking to see if anyone else had any trouble for her. She walked to a darker corner booth and kicked up her tired boots, sipping on her newly earned rum.
She closed her eyes to try to relax. When she felt a presence near her.
“Frank’s harmless, you know?” she looked up. Another dirty fellow was looking at her. Rather young, definitely the youngest man in the place.
She raised her head. “Frank shouldn’t touch women he knows nothing about.”
“Ye? But still…”
“He needs to learn.”
“Aight, aight, I hear you.” he took a step back, holding up his beer as a defense. “Don break me arm over it.”
Unwillingly, she laughed. “With mam’s permission”, he curtseyed awkwardly still holding the beer, “I’d like the honor of purchasing your next bevorage.” He stood up stock straight. She laughed again. She swallowed the rest of her rum.
“Better hop to it then.” she handed him the glass. He finished off his beer and hopped all the way up to Harvey, who was not as amused. “Cheeky…” she chuckled under her breath.
She and the young fellow spoke for hours. They drank, they laughed. She had not laughed this much in a long time. Her sides hurt. Her face hurt from smiling. The room was warm with the buzz of rum. His name was Leo. He grew up here, worked on the docks, and planned to become a working stiff like his pop.
It was late when Leo realized they had talked mostly about him.
“What about you? Your family? Where you from?” About that time she leaned in and gave him a deep, long kiss. The kiss drew his breath away. Not only because he wasn’t expecting it, but because it was so different from any other woman he had kissed. They were all tender and soft, delicate. She…she was too…but so different. She was strong. She led the kiss. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and outlined his teeth. She pushed him further into the wooden chair and straddled him.
“Ay, now!” called Harvey. “If you wanna room for the night, its gonna be a shilling.”
“Great.” said Isidora, taking a breath. “We’ll take this one.” She reached into her side satchel and three three gold coins at Harvey. He quickly grabbed up the coins, locked the doors and hustled up stairs.
She focused back on Leo. They both felt the alcohol swirling around them. It felt good. She grinded into him. His member responded. His hands were on her back. She dove back into deep kissing. Grinding down and down on him. He moaned into her mouth. She loved the effect she had on men. Their tongues swirled. She could taste his beer. He could taste her rum. He put his hands on her hips to pull her deeper into himself.
Isidora got up, pulling him up with her. She removed her leather vest and white blouse, revealing her corset underneath. Leo came close to her, fondling her breasts through the thin, white material. He pulled each breast out, delicately. Gently, he nuzzled and kissed each one. Isidora, pulled him up and looked him in the eye as she untied his trousers. They fell to the tavern floor. She pushed him back unto a table. There, she pleasured him with her mouth.
“Oh god, “ Leo cried out. It was like everything was new to him. He had been with girls, they had given him a blowy, but nothing like this. She took his member deep into her throat. She sucked and pulled harshly. She used her teeth in the right ways. So many sensations he had never felt before. He just laid there on the table, at her mercy.
After Isidora had her fill of his cock in her mouth, she stepped back and undid her own trousers, falling to the tavern floor. She sat in the chair, opened her legs, and rubbed herself.
“Come.” she said huskily.
“Hopefully, not yet.” said Leo, as he crawled to her on the floor. She chuckled again. Damn, this man could make her laugh. She pulled his face to her nether regions. Running her fingers through his dark hair, she pulled at him in ecstasy. Leo, taking a page out of her book, raked her with his tongue roughly. He dug in, rubbing, moving, using not only his tongue, but his nose and chin to rub her most sensitive bits. He licked her using the wide, flat of his tongue, then tickled her with the tip. She moaned, loudly.
From upstairs, Henry peeked through the door. He could see the arch of her back, still in corset, one lovely breast exposed, face contorted by euphoria. And a man on his knees before her, face buried deep in her pussy. Henry couldn’t help taking advantage of such a situation. He touched himself quietly, there in the dark of his own tavern.
Once she had her fill once again, she pushed his face away, dragged him up and jumped on him. They kissed, deeply once more, tongues entwined. He turned, carrying her to the closest wall. There, he entered her. His throbbing cock, he wet pussy, finally satisfied with what they had been denying each other. They both moan gutturally.
Leo began slowly moving himself in and out of her cavern. Slow, long pulls, that ended with force. There was a dull thud, each time her back hit the wall.
Even though Henry could not see them, he could hear them, that kept him going.
Leo sped up, slamming into her faster and faster, harder and harder. She moaned with each entry. He carried her over to the table, laid her down, spread her legs wide, holding her by the ankles and resumed his rhythm.
Her mind imploded. She could feel every inch of him. She could feel the slap of his balls against her ass.
He put her legs down and turned her over. He held her hips as he pulled her into himself, slamming her again and again.
“Pull my hair,” she moaned.
“Yes’um” Leo roughly muttered and grabbed a fistful.He pulled her up by the hair and whispered in her ear. “Is this how you like it?”
“Yes!” she called out. “Yes!” she repeated, again and again. He pushed her face down into the table, similar to how old Frank was earlier in the night. She continued to moan.
Finally, she stood up. Switched places with Leo, and laid him upon the table. She climbed on top of him. Slowly, she slid him into herself. He groaned loudly.
From Henry’s point of view, he had a perfect view of her ass, as she bounced up and down on Leo’s cock. He was almost ready.
Isidora was grinding down on Leo again. As she grew closer to climax, she clawed his shoulders, bit his lip, sucked on his neck, thrashing. Going faster and faster. Finally, she called out to God and all the heavens. At the same moment, she felt the satisfaction of Leo’s cock jumping inside of her. She collapsed on top of him. He held her close, as he faded off.
The loud thuds of descending the aged stairs startled Leo awake.
“She’s gone, mate. Will you cover yer ass now? I have a business to run ere.”
Leo lifted his head. It was day now. The sun streamed, highlighting the dust that Harvey kicked up from his sweeping. The night rushed back to him.
“She’s gone” he said to himself, as he hauled himself upright and slogged his trousers on.
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