(This is my first venture into a fantasy / fiction story – I hope you enjoy!)
The Man-O’-War finally docks after a long day sailing on the open ocean. The captain and crew have all gone to shore, eager to spend some time drinking and enjoying the delights that the local whores have to offer. It is a bright warm day with smooth, calm waters. I was happy to volunteer to remain the lone pirate aboard the ship… well, I’m not really alone. It’s just me and my favorite tavern wench.
After I do my routine checks aboard the ship, I notice that my beautiful wench is nowhere to be found. I look everywhere for her, but there’s one place I have yet to search, one place I honestly didn’t expect her to be – the Captain’s Quarters.
I cautiously open the door and there she is: sitting on top of the Captain’s desk in nothing but a black leather corset, thigh-high boots, and the Captain’s finest hat. Her legs are spread and between them, sitting on the desk is an open bottle of rum. I can tell that the bottle is the only thing hiding her delectable pussy from my view. She gives me her signature cheeky smirk as she lifts the bottle and brings it up to her lips as if to take a drink. Instead, she pours it down her chest for it collect in her cleavage.
Full of lust for her, I speed towards the desk, wrap my arms around her waist and bury my face between her tits to slurp up the rum. I lick up the sweet, spicy taste taste off her perfect skin. I kiss and nibble her neck as my hands drag down the back of her corset to firmly grip her ass cheeks. In one smooth motion, I lift her up, gripping her ass and spreading her checks wide apart. She wraps her legs around me as I carry her over to throw her down on the bed.
I’ve just noticed that she’s held on to the bottle of rum and while laying there, legs spread for me, she starts to unlace the bottom of her corset – just enough to expose her belly button. I grab the rum from her and rip away her other hand before she has a chance to unlace the corset. I take a deep swig from the bottle, then decide that it tastes better off her skin. I pour out a shot onto her stomach, watching it pool in her deep belly button. I bend over to sip and lick up the rum. She lets out a gasp and begins to whimper. Her moans make me want to hear more.
I set aside the bottle of rum and dive between her legs. She’s already wet and silky. Her juices coat my lips and tongue as I try to probe deeper in to her. She tastes heavenly, her moans are intoxicating, and I want to make her cum just for me. I wrap an arm around one of her thighs and I bring my other hand down between her legs. She’s so wet and greedy that she easily sucks two fingers right in as my tongue plays with her clit. I feel her clench around my fingers as her hips instinctively grind my fingers deeper.
“That’s right…cum for me.”
She throws her head back and screams. Her corset laces loosen slightly as I thrust my fingers deep. Her legs are spread wide, knees slightly bent. There’s something so sexy about a woman wearing only boots, corset and the Captain’s hat, taking me like a good little whore. Her muscles tense and she lets out a strangled moan as she gushes her cum all over my fingers….but I’m greedy. I want more.
I want to feel her cum again, I want to feel her clench tighter around my fingers. I want to feel her muscular legs nearly crush my head as my mouth is buried in her sweet pussy, lapping up her sweet juices. I curl up my fingers as I begin to suck on her clit. I concentrate on a spot which makes her whimper so sweetly. I keep pushing it, rubbing it with my fingertips, grazing it every time I push my fingers deeper with every thrust. Her legs drape over my shoulders, the rough leather of her boots feel cool against my back.
I finally feel her strong sea legs begin to squeeze tightly around my head, her hand moves to grip my arm. Her grans turn primal as her back arches into the air. I flick my fingertips inside her and spread my tongue wide against her clit to drag upwards. She presses her legs against my shoulders and manage to thrust her hips up in to my lips. That pushes her over the edge. She screams loudly as she cums a second time. I lap up her sweet honey as it pours out of her perfect cunt.
I’ve been hard since she shot a smile at me. I know I’m ready. I kneel between her spread legs, grip what’s left of the corset and tear it open. Her breasts bounce free, her nipples harden when exposed to the cool air. They look absolutely perfect. I lean back down to kiss her stomach and work my way up, making sure to get a mouth full of her amazing tits. I reach her neck and grip her wrists with my hands. I pull them above her head and whisper into her ear,
“You’re all mine…wench. I want you so much. I NEED you so much. I need to be inside of you, my sweet little doxy.”
As I say this, I slowly split her open with my cock, sliding all the way in to her swollen pussy. She’s wrapped around my length perfectly, like a sheath made for my sword. I slide myself in and out a few times to ensure I’m fully coated in her wetness. As my other hands reaches up to grip her throat, I begin to fuck her harder. I want her to feel my throbbing member enter her body with every thrust.
Eventually, I lift her up from the back of her head and lean back onto my knees – I want her full weight on my cock, burying it as deep in to her as possible. The Captain’s hat is still on the bed, slightly rumpled. I’m briefly aware that the feather has snapped in half. But I’ll worry about that later.
I wrap my arms around her to help her stay on my cock, my hand grips her chin and turns her head to make sure she can hear me groan in to her ear,
“Now, fuck me wench. Be a good girl and take my thick cock…just like a good little trollop would.”
I help raise and lower her on my cock at first, grabbing her hips and coaxing her to slide up and down my throbbing shaft. Her beautiful tits bounce as she rides me. Her soft swollen pussy feels amazing as she takes me. She mewls as I take a nipple in my mouth. She momentarily stops to enjoy the attentions I’m giving her nipple, but a quick sharp crack of my palm on her ass brings her back under my control. When she reaches behind her ass to fondle my balls, I nearly explode inside of her. I know she wants me to fill her, but I’m not done with her yet…
I throw her off me and flip her over. I roughly grip her hips and pull them up to mine. I grip my cock and guide myself in to her, watching her hands grip the sheets as I fill her. Slowly, I build a rhythm, delighting in watching her ass ripple each time I pound in to her. My fingers dig deep into her hips, forcing her to take my increasingly hard thrusts. Her legs spread out a little wider, her back arches and her pussy clenches around me. I feel her orgasm building from deep within. It’s not long before she’s biting and screaming into the sheets as she gushes around my cock. She’s begging me to fill her sweet pussy with cum. It’s tempting; I’m so close… but the image of those rum-soaked lips wrapped around my cock is too enticing for me to resist.
I pull out of her gaping pussy and give her ass several firm smacks. I reach down and grip her hair, gently guiding her to crawl around so her mouth is level with my cock. She looks up at me with her opalescent eyes as she traces my cock with the tip of her tongue, lapping up her juices. I can’t take it any more. I grab the back of her head and thrust all the way to the back of her throat. She gags around my cock and I nearly explode at the sensation. I bring my hand down to stroke her neck, massaging her neck to relax her as I fuck her mouth.
“What a good little trollop you are. You’re going to look so beautiful when I coat the back of your throat with my…hot… cum…”
As I punctuate the final words, I explode. My seed spills down her throat. I pull back before I’m finished, spurting the remainder of my cum in her mouth. As I pull out she keeps her mouth open so I can see my thick cream pool on her tongue. She plays with it before swallowing and I swear I could not be more in love.
As she collapses on to her back I move to take off her boots, slowly and intentionally caressing her legs as I unlace them. I massage her muscles, I know her legs are probably sore from riding me. She stretches out as I rub her skin, giving cute little groans as I hit all of her sensitive spots. I worship this woman: her sexy curves, her strong muscles, her devious smirk. I lay down next to her and pull her close, inhaling her intoxicating scent, feeling the steady beat of her heart.
As we both regain focus, we manage to sit up against the extravagant headboard. I grab the bottle of rum and take a large pull. She takes the bottle after me and takes a swig. We both drink and laugh, kissing and nuzzling each other. It’s not long before she notices the rumpled hat with the broken feather. Her eyes go wide with momentary anger, and she opens her mouth to scold me. I cut her off before she has a chance to speak,
“I will be sure to commission another hat for you when I join the rest of the crew in town… It’s the least I can do if you’re willing wear it so I can fulfill my fantasies…Now, which color and design would you prefer this time, Captain?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12a7pj8/pumping_my_wench_full_of_salty_cum_mf_f35_m40s