This one is a bit long…. Also I am hoping this will be a continuing series with a coherent story (if people like it).
Skip to the sections between the “~~~~~” if you just want the sex.
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On most sunny afternoons the dock markets are very chaotic, and today was no exception. Vendors called out their wares, proclaiming the most exotic fruits or the most freshly caught fish. Buyers haggling for a better deal, or clamoring to get the attention of a vendor, added to the noise. Imports from traders and fisherman were always in high demand, and hundreds of people milled between the shops and carts.
There were also street performers busking for the crowds of people. Smiling and playing their lutes or pipes louder whenever the clink of coins signified they had been tipped.
Men and women and children walked or hurried through the streets, their sandals protecting their feet from the hot cobblestones. The sound of hundreds of conversations filled the humid air, mixing with the hawking of vendors and cries of children and the playing of instruments. Altogether, the cacophony and heat around the dock markets was overwhelming.
The heat from the sun was oppressive, beating down on the people packed in the market. Many men and women had quickly taken off their shirts and tunics to prevent from overheating. Muscles rippled, breasts bounced, and girls giggled at the beautiful show of human flesh around them. Every once in a while, overly daring girls would strip completely naked, cooling themselves off while simultaneously drawing the stares of passerby. Of course, none of the naked girls raised an uproar, but if the notion took them they could grab any half naked man or woman and drag them into a secluded area. Fortunately, there were a few good places to escape the noise and heat without being detected. Such as alleyways.
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One particular alleyway, near the west end of the docks, had its entrance blocked by a large fruit cart. The alleyway was empty except for a few sturdy wooden boxes, and the two women who had situated themselves on one of them. Moans of pleasure could be heard in the shaded passageway, but the sound didn’t travel to anyone in the bustling market outside. The side of the alley not blocked by the fruit cart opened up onto the docks, but it was so far away from the two women that the people passing by weren’t any more than shadows. One of the women, Blair, sat on the very edge of the large box, her tanned and muscled legs dangling off the side. Leaning back on one hand, she twined her other in Lune’s soft hair and pulled her face into her dripping pussy.
“Fuck, that feels so good!” Blair said as she closed her eyes. Biting her lower lip, she pushed her sex towards Lune’s mouth. “Your tongue on my hot snatch feels so perfect. You’re getting me so wet! Eat me!”
Lune grinned and began to lap faster at the juices leaking out of her friend’s pussy. Spreading Blair’s outer lips, she placed her tongue just above her soaking fuck hole and ran the tip of her tongue up Blair’s slit. Reaching her burning clit, just poking out of its protective hood, she slowly circled it with her tongue.
Blair moaned loudly, “Oh my godddd, that feels so good! Suck my clit into your mouth! Please!”
Lune smirked and left Blair’s clit, she began to drag her tongue back down her cunt.
“Mmmmmm, fuck,” Blair gasped, “stop teasing me!”
Blair’s cunt was absolutely soaked now, her juices pouring out of her. Plunging her tongue into Blair’s wet hole, Lune fucked her with her tongue and reached up to flick Blair’s clit with her finger. As Lune sucked out her friend and strummed her clit, her face quickly became completely soaked with Blair’s fluids.
Blair continued to mewl with pleasure, and wrapped her long legs around Lune’s head.
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Suddenly there was an enormous crash from the mouth of the alleyway. The pair disentangled, and jumped and yelped in surprise. Turning to look at what caused the commotion, they had just enough time to notice the cart at the entrance had fallen over before a small figure pushed past them. The figure had short, light hair, seemed to be around five feet tall, and was carrying something in its arms as it ran down the alley toward the docks. The person rushed by too quickly for Blair or Lune to notice anything else.
“HEY! Stop right there!”
The women looked back toward the shattered fruit cart as two burly men sprinted past it into the alley. The bands around their muscular upper arms signified the men as market guards. Putting two and two together, Blair and Lune realized the small figure who had rushed past must be a thief, or some other criminal. They both made the decision not to interfere with the pursuit, even though the perpetrator didn’t seem tall enough to be more than a child. Sometimes, if you were caught helping a thief in the market get away, you could get as bad a punishment as if you had stolen something yourself. The women stepped back against the alley wall, not bothering to cover up.
The men ran past, briefly glancing in the direction of Blair and Lune as the charged ahead. Not wasting any more breath calling after the thief, they quickly reached the other end of the alley. The corridor opened up into the docks, where both merchant and passenger boats were anchored. Although the docks was less populated than the market, there were still plenty of people around that it was going to be difficult for the guards to find their target. They had lost sight of their query.
“Damn. Where is he?” Niko’s voice and breathing was steady, despite having just finished a hard sprint.
“Or she,” Ril reminded his partner, “We didn’t get a good look at the fucker.”
Niko grunted. There was no path of startled people that would signify a person running through a crowd, so the thief must be walking at a normal pace. Or at least going slow enough to avoid causing a commotion. The milling sea of people gave no indication as to where the thief had gone.
Niko sighed. “Well, lets split up I guess. You go right, I’ll go left. Meet back here in 10 minutes.”
After briefly searching their side of the docks, and asking people if they had seen anyone suspicious, the two guards met up at the entrance to the alley. Neither had found or heard anything that was even a slight lead.
Niko frowned, “It’s almost like the thief disappeared as soon as he reached the docks.”
Ril let out a string of curses, which Niko rolled his eyes at. Niko didn’t mind the unprofessional statements, but the pointlessness of the complaints annoyed him. The culprit wasn’t worth this much trouble.
“Look, there’s nothing more we can do. Unless you want to put out a warrant?” Niko knew that wasn’t a process either of them would enjoy.
Ril, slightly miffed at being interrupted, shrugged and shook his head. “Nope. Just a whoreson who stole a couple fruits. Not worth it. Fuck him.”
“Or her. We didn’t get a good luck at the fucker. Remember?” Niko shot back, smiling to show he meant it in jest
“Bastard.” Ril grinned at his friend. “Right, well let’s find our way back. Do you think those two sluts are still fucking in the alley?”
“Let’s go find out. See if they want our company.” Laughing, the two men began turned and began walking toward the market.
Harper breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the guards turn away and walk down the alleyway.
‘That was a close one. Good thing they weren’t too bright.’
As soon as she turned out of the alley, Harper had ducked behind some conveniently placed crates. Before anyone noticed her presence, she had whipped off her cloak, swaddled her stolen goods inside, and popped back up with a “baby” in her arms.
She had began calling out for someone, anyone to please spare her a few coins. “Please, I need money to buy food for my poor baby brother. The only time he isn’t bawling is after he’s cried himself to sleep…” and so on. Harper had found that nobody wants to pay attention to a beggar; there is no better disguise to pull off quickly. And this time, it had worked yet again. People avoided eye contact with her, and the two stupid guards didn’t even look at her twice.
Now that the guards had gone, Harper wandered away and slowly began dropping the act. She unwound the cloak from her stolen goods, and carried her fruit as if she had legitimately bought it. She took inventory: two small bananas, an orange, and a smashed plum. Hardly a solid meal. Harper had done with less before, but still, she’d like to have something more substantial to eat tonight.
‘Well, looks like I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.’ Harper smirked as she realized she had no idea why she called this particular tactic “the old fashioned way.” It’s just what her mom used to always say.
After browsing the dockside street vendors for an hour, Harper finally found her target. A young man, maybe 23, manning what was clearly a family bakery’s stand by himself. The stand itself was small, and had curtains that could be drawn closed around all sides. The boy was tall and blonde, and Harper found him quite attractive. She liked bakery boys; their fingers were used to working with soft things.
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When there was a lull in the crowd Harper approached the stand, making sure to sway her hips as she walked. Harper had a slight figure, but her hips swelled out, and knew how to use her curves to her advantage. She caught the boy’s eyes and gave him an innocent smile. When she reached the front counter, she turned and bent down to set her items on the ground, taking her time as she felt her shorts ride up her waist. When Harper straightened back up she saw the boy’s eyes dart away from where he was obviously admiring her ass. She smiled again and made a show of inspecting the bread displayed in the front of the stall.
“Hey there. Is there a certain kind of bake you’re looking for?”
The boy had stepped a bit closer, and was smiling at Harper, trying to hide his glances at her body. Harper shrugged.
“Oh, not in particular, just browsing.”
As she spoke, Harper rested her hands on the table, and leaned forward. Her loose blouse hung down, and fluttered in the breeze. If the boy was looking, which Harper hoped he was, he would have an unobstructed view of her small, perky tits. Harper was proud of her tits in that, regardless of their size, they always drew men’s attention. Harper, excited by the possibility of the boy admiring her, and feeling the breeze on her chest, felt her nipples hardening. ‘Damn, I’m hornier than I thought. This had better work out.’
Harper glanced up and saw that the boy was, in fact, staring down her top.
The boy swallowed. “Well, let me know if there’s any way I can help you.”
Harper bit her lip and turned her head up, exposing her smooth neck. Putting on her most sultry voice, she purred, “Actually, I could reaaally use a big loaf. A nice, thick one.”
The boy chuckled. “Aha, well..”
“I’m just aching for a long loaf of bread. Hard bread. Do you have any of that for me?”
The boy swallowed again. “Umm, possibly, what exactly…”
Harper cut him off, “Maybe you have some bread in the back there? Can I come in and check?”
As she said this, Harper made an obvious glance at the boy’s crotch. She thought she could make out a slight bulge in his pants. She hopped it wasn’t just her imagination. Harper returned to look the boy in the eyes. His mouth was open, and he clearly didn’t know what to say next.
‘He just needs one more push…’
Harper slowly licked her lips. “What’s your name, by the way?”
The boy unconsciously shuffled forward. “Oh, um, M-Marc.”
“Hi, Marc.” Harper grinned and leaned forward, “Won’t you fuck me?”
Marc snapped his mouth closed, glanced around and motioned to the side curtains. “Come in.”
Harper walked to the side and entered as Marc closed the front of the stand off with more curtains. Inside, the stall was dimly lit and smelled of fresh bread. Now that they couldn’t be seen, Harper ripped off her top and began fondling her breasts. Marc turned around and gasped.
“Marc, why don’t you come over here and knead these?” Harper suggested.
Marc rushed over to Harper and gently placed his hands on her mounds. Harper sighed as her hard nipples pressed into Marc’s palms. She stared him in the eyes and brought her hands to the waistband of his pants. As Marc began to grope Harper’s tits, Harper snuck her hand into his pants, and found what she was looking for. She wrapped her small hand around Marc’s cock, and was surprised to feel how thick it was. And it was still growing!
Harper’s pussy began to ache with anticipation, and she could feel her juices begin to flow. Without a word, Harper yanked down Marc’s pants and grasped his prick with both hands. Marc grinned and brought his hands back a bit to pinch at Harper’s nipples.
“Mmm, you’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.” Harper groaned.
Harper began to slowly stroke Marc’s cock with one hand, dropping the other to cup his balls. Marc groaned with pleasure, and began pulling on Harper’s nipples.
“Ohh, fuck yeah, pinch my nipples.”
Marc grinned and began to pull and pinch harder. Harper gasped and her pussy practically flooded. She looked Marc in the eyes and began jerking his cock faster.
“I’m so wet for you. I can’t wait anymore.”
Harper stepped back, pulled her shorts down, and backed up until she was sitting on a table at the back of the stall. She lifted her ass onto the table, and spread her legs.
Marc couldn’t stop staring at Harper’s pussy as he approached. Her cunt was mostly bald, with a small strip of hair pointing toward the top of her slit. Her pussy glistened, and he could smell her arousal as he reached her on the table.
Harper reached down and grabbed Marc’s penis, guiding it towards her pussy. It was even thicker now, and throbbing.
“Fuck me!” Harper demanded.
Marc grinned and lunged forward, burying almost his entire length in Harper’s soaking hole. Harper cried out as her fuck tube was suddenly filled. Marc put a hand over her mouth as he began to slowly piston in and out of Harper.
He fucked her slowly, and Harper moaned into his hand each time he stretched her tight cunt. Harper’s juices had coated Marc’s dick completely, and she could feel fluids dripping down her ass cheeks. Harper’s legs were splayed as wide as she could make them, and they jostled in time with Marc’s thrusting. She sucked Marc’s fingers into her mouth, and began to moan louder.
Marc started to move his hips faster, and grabbed Harper’s waist with his free hand. Harper wrapped her legs around Marc as he began pounding her. Looking up, Harper stared into Marc’s eyes and opened her mouth around his fingers.
“Ohhhhhh, fuck! You feel so good. Your cock pounding into my wet pussy feels amazing!”
Marc moaned and began shafting Harper faster.
Harper continued, trying to keep her voice down, “Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me faster! Deeper!” Harper groaned, feeling the thick dick stretch her, she was quickly reaching her climax. “Fuck my soaking wet cunt hard!”
Marc moaned again, and whispered “Fuck you’re so tight! And wet. I’m getting close to cumming.”
“I’m close too!” Harper gasped. “Keep slamming your cock into my pussy! Cum in me!” Marc’s cock was now flashing in and out of her cunt and making loud slapping noises. Harper gasped. “Oh, FUCK I’m gonna cum, ohhhhhhhhhh!”
Harper’s eyes rolled back in her head as her orgasm hit her. She groaned loudly as her tube tightened around Marc’s dick. Her climax pushed Marc over the edge, and he shoved his cock deep in Harper’s spasming cunt one last time as he began to unload into her. She could feel Marc’s semen spurt into her twat. Her pussy was quickly filled with warm cum, and Harper blasted off into another orgasm at the amazing feeling.
Harper’s legs shook, and her pussy dripped juices onto the cobblestones. Moaning more quietly now, and trying to catch her breath, Harper took another look around the inside of the stall.
Marc pulled his softening penis out of Harper, turned over, and leant back on the table. He was clearly exhausted as he closed his eyes and continued to breathe heavily. Harper, feeling very well fucked, hopped to her feet. She could feel Marc’s cum slosh around inside her cunt, and she clenched her muscles to prevent any from dripping out. She quickly pulled on her shorts and her loose top, being as quiet as possible. She preferred to slip out quickly, without having to say anything.
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Harper silently moved to the side curtains of the stall. As she was about to open them, Marc spoke.
“Uh … thank you.”
Harper paused and turned her head. “Don’t mention it,” she said before slipping outside through the curtains. ‘Besides,’ she thought as she inspected the two loaves of bread she took from inside, ‘I’m the one who should be thanking you.’
The loaves of bread she took, one long and soft and the other round with a hard crust, would help Harper make more sustainable meals for a while. Harper folded her robe around her loot and looked around. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything strange happen, and no one was looking at her.
“Alright, now to just find a good place to stay for the night.”
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Hope you enjoyed! If you did, let me know and more will be on its way.
-JD
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mi94fp/sailing_the_slutty_seas_part_1_cunnilingus