The Pirate’s Revenge
Chapter 1
Victoria Astor leaned on the slick railing of the ship. Sea spray dampened her hair as she stared out into the endless turquoise ocean, an ocean that stretched out until its edges bled into the cyan sky above. A sound started her, and she glanced over her shoulder, wary that her foray to the bow of the ship had been observed by her overbearing nurse Blanche. Really, she mused, she was quite a bit too old for a nurse. Blanche had been her constant companion since birth, and though Victoria loved her dearly, she longed for the freedom to roam about unsupervised. However, once she reached England and was wed to her betrothed Lord Edward Vane, Blanche would cease to be her nurse altogether. She would stay on to care for Victoria’s own children, of course, but as the lady of her own household, Victoria hoped that her future position offered her more free will than her current state. Lord Vane was a mystery to Victoria, a stranger she had never met and yet was, according to her mother, a “suitable match.” Stroking the damp rail with one finger absentmindedly, Victoria pondered the idea of growing round with child and balked at the idea. Perhaps it was the result of her childhood spent in Port Royale, growing up in the unyielding Caribbean sun instead of the London rain her mother so often described with longing. Though Victoria could not fathom pining for storm clouds, Elizabeth Astor often reminisced on the polite society she had given up to become the governor’s wife in the wild Caribbean. She had done her best to rear Victoria as a proper debutante, but a childhood on the island had made the idea of raising foals far more desirable to Victoria than the idea of raising children. Nevertheless, the time had come for Victoria to wed, and so it was that she now sailed for London.
Victoria’s reverie was interrupted suddenly by a shout from the crow’s nest. She was unable to make out the scout’s words, but his message caused the deck to erupt into a frenzy of activity. Concerned, Victoria hiked up her silken skirts and peered around, unexpectedly anxious to find the nurse she had been so eagerly avoiding only moments earlier.
“Blanche!” she called out, moving down the deck towards the entrance to the cabins. Holding her heavy skirts in one fist, Victoria dodged scurrying crew mates as she made her way to the stairs. One burly sailor with a particularly detailed tattoo of a busty woman on his forearm called out to the helmsman, and this time Victoria caught a single word: pirates.
Instantly the blood drained from her face and she felt her knees go weak. Her father, Governor Robert Astor, had always made sure his daughter fully understood the malicious nature of pirates. He had lost his own brother, a captain in the British navy, to a particularly scoundrel attack by the dread pirate Edward Teach, better known as Blackbeard. Victoria remembered the fervor with which her father and his men had hunted Blackbeard, never ceasing, never resting until at last the infamous pirate died with English bullets in his chest. She spun and sprinted back toward the rail, peering over the edge and squinting until at last she saw in the distance that fatal sight: a ship hoisting an ominous black flag, headed straight for the Fortune.
“There you are!” Victoria started as she felt a hand grasp her elbow. She turned to see Blanche, her portly and aging nurse, standing behind her with a look of extreme worry on her face. “Get away from the railing. Come, come, come, we must go back in the cabins. Captain Morris has given us special instructions to lock ourselves in his quarters immediately.” Blanche pulled Victoria from the ship’s edge rather aggressively, corralling her towards the stern. “Good heavens, what are you thinking leaning over the railing like that, foolish girl!”
“So it is true, then,” said Victoria as the pair embarked back inside the ship and made their way down a dimly lit corridor. “We are about to be attacked by pirates.”
“Nonsense.” Blanche huffed as the two entered Captain Morris’s quarters. Blanche drew the bolt and proceeded the sit on the small bed, dragging Victoria along with her. “This is all just precautionary, just precautionary. Don’t lose your head yet-”
Before Blanche could finish her admonition, a blast of cannon fire rocked the ship. Blanche shrieked and clung to Victoria as the girl sat stunned in a state of disbelief. It felt unreal, like a nightmare Victoria could not seem to shake from her unconscious. Another blast from the ship’s cannons was fired, and now the battle was truly underway. Victoria understood the consequences of defeat; at best, the pirates would rob them of their valuables and leave them with their lives. Should they be a particularly brutal lot, however, the sun would set over the wreckage of their ship and the bodies that would soon sink to the ocean floor. Victoria shuddered at the prospect, which did not go unnoticed by her nurse. Blanche composed herself and hugged the girl tight to her breast. “There, now. It’s all right. Captain Morris is a fine captain, a very able captain indeed. All will end well, dear.”
The battle raged on for what seemed to be hours. The first shot to hit the Fortune rocked the boat incredibly and struck a deep note of fear in Victoria’s heart. She did her best to stay calm for Blanche’s sake, knowing full well that any sign of her own distress would only heighten Blanche’s terror. After the first impact, more cannon fire seemed to land, and Victoria’s hopes of victory began to slowly fade. Following a particularly fearsome blast, the cannon fire appeared to cease. All was quiet for a few moments, and then shouting began in earnest from above. The clash of swords could be heard distinctly, and with it, Victoria’s heart sank. They had been boarded. All was lost.
Blanche glanced wildly around the room, desperate to find a wardrobe or cupboard in which to hide her young ward. The small room offered no such accommodations, and so Blanche quickly shooed Victoria under the bed and hid her as best she could under the long ends of the bedsheet that hung down. “No matter what, keep quiet dear. Stay hidden as long as you can. If they sink the ship, try and make it to one of the rafts on board.” The two sat quietly for a moment, the nurse perched on the bed and Victoria lying flat on the dust-covered bed underneath.
Victoria took a deep breath. “Blanche, do you think-” the beginning of her question was interrupted by a fearsome crash at the door. “Hush, Victoria,” snapped Blanche, her outward sternness hardly reflecting the dread she felt inwardly. From her hiding spot, Victoria could see nothing but the door and instead focused on the sounds of shouting and scuffling that emanated from the hall. A booming voice ordered “In here!” and Victoria listened in horror as the deadbolt of Captain Morris’s cabin finally gave and heavy, booted footsteps came storming in. The same gruff voice ordered other men to take Blanche to the deck to join what he referred to as the “other prisoners,” and then commanded his men to ransack the room and bring all valuables topside. Victoria froze, muffling the sound of her own breathing with a sweaty palm over her mouth. She peered under the edge of the bed linens and saw pairs of boots rummaging around the room. Her blood ran cold as someone approached the edge of the bed. She silently moved back towards the wall, placing as much distance as possible between herself and the pirate. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, but she was brought swiftly back to reality when someone drew the bedcovers back and peered under the bed. Victoria gasped as the pirate’s tan, leathery face wrinkled into a sinister smile. She kicked his hand away as he reached out to draw her out from under the bed and he swore loudly in Portuguese when she made contact with her heel. Smiling no longer, the pirate grabbed one pale ankle and dragged Victoria out from under the bed as she squirmed and shrieked loudly.
“Silêncio, princesa,” leered the pirate. Victoria recoiled as the pirate stroked one of her cheeks with a callused hand. She turned away from him as he held her close, propping up her body weight. Up close, the pirate was even more fearsome, with dark, unforgiving eyes and tattoos covering the arms that gripped her now. “To the deck with ye.” The pirate said something to his companion in Portuguese and then threw Victoria unceremoniously over his shoulder as she protested loudly. Her cries continued until they reached the deck, whereupon the sight that met her eyes made her body go limp all at once. The bodies of the few British soldiers who had been aboard lay strewn about, blood staining their once-pristine British uniforms. The passengers of the ship and the remaining crew members were huddled together, guarded over by fearsome-looking pirates wielding swords and loathsome expressions. The pirate holding Victoria carried her over to this panicked group, dumping her brusquely amongst them. Victoria was immensely comforted when a tear-stained Blanche made her way over, grasping Victoria in an overwhelming embrace. “Oh darling it’s all right, it’s going to be all right,” choked out the nurse, seemingly seeking to comfort herself just as much as her young charge.
A hush fell suddenly over the prisoners and crew alike, and Victoria craned her neck over Blanche’s should to view the source of this abrupt quiet. A figure appeared, and Victoria let out a small and involuntary gasp. The man she saw before her was unlike any man she had ever seen before. He stood tall and athletic, tan skin reflecting his many months spent at sea. His white shirt lay open, revealing a muscled chest and a gold chain with a singular gold coin at the end. Long black hair fell to his shoulders, held back from his face by a colorful bandana. And his face…oh, his face. Victoria thought him simultaneously the most handsome and cruel-looking man she had ever seen. He was young, no more than fifteen years her elder, but his face showed an unquestionable authority that seemed befitting of someone much older. Full lips were framed by a black mustache and goatee, and piercing green eyes peered out from under kohl-lined lids. Looking at him, Victoria felt something stir within her, not fear but something much more primal and foreign to her consciousness. Victoria was grateful when Blanche pushed her out of sight behind her skirts, as she had the strange feeling that if this pirate were to look at her with his sea-colored eyes, he would be able to read her very thoughts.
Next to the pirate waked another man, equally fearsome in a much different way. The largest man Victoria had ever seen, bulging muscles rippled under deep ebony skin. Gold hoops twinkled in the pirate’s ear, and a single large scar marked his cheek. The two men talked quietly as they approached the group of prisoners, Victoria’s heart fluttering more loudly with each step taken. The two pirates stopped in front of the group, and the green-eyed pirate began to speak.
“Bonjour, my friends.” The greeting was dripping with sarcasm, his voice at once commanding and honeyed. “You may have heard of me; I am Jacques de Sore, son of La Buse, master of the Caribbean, most feared pirate of all the seven seas-am I forgetting anything, Caesar?” The pirate grinned and turned to his large companion, who returned his smile with a solemn head shake. The pirate continued in his lilting French accent, turning back to address his captives. “We do appreciate your cooperation here today, and we certainly appreciate all of the valuables you’ve been so kind as to gift us. Though I have enjoyed our time together-” here Jacques smiled widely “-it is time for us all to part ways. Now, as I don’t fancy your crew sailing for the nearest harbor and surprising me with a British warship, I’m afraid today the Fortune has run out of luck. Always a pity to sink a fine ship such as this one,” he shrugged here, “but the crew does enjoy a good scuttling. Ah, don’t look so solemn! I do believe I saw a couple long boats aboard. I’m sure you’ll work it out between yourselves.” Gasps and panicked whispers broke out among the prisoners as the pirate turned to face his companion. “Explosives ready, Caesar?” Caesar nodded. His speech completed, the two men began to walk away, presumably to re-board their own ship and leave the prisoners to their fate. Over his shoulder, Jacques addressed his captives for the last time. “Well then, I must bid you all adieu.” Victoria’s heart sank as the pirates walked away, and braced herself for her certain death.
Tag: Group
[MFF] Had another threesome thanks to Fetlife
A lot of backstory to this one, so skip to below for the dirty stuff…
The last one sort of fell into our lap (you can read about in my post history) but that was a few months ago. We finally got off our asses and did some work to make it happen again, and it paid off. That’s despite Rachel saying things like, “I forgot sleeping with ladies is like… hard and requires work. Sleeping with men is literally effortless.” Yes, babe, I know. I’VE HAD TO DO THIS ALL OF MY ADULT LIFE THANK YOU FOR CHECKING YOUR PRIVILEGE.
Anyways.
So we went on Fetlife and reddit, did a couple of local events, and we found a few potential girls we liked. The one on whom we settled, Elle, 25 years old, is about 5’10 and has a dancer’s body with small breasts and a great, spankable ass. Long reddish hair and blue eyes, too. We messaged for a while online until moving over to a group text and flirting some more. She had been a little flaky in returning our texts, so we were unsure if anything would ever materialize, but then on Thursday she sent us a face picture and we finally settled on a date on Sunday night. We talked about the renaissance faire we were going to that weekend and she promised I’d enjoy Shakespearean wrestling (in which WWE-style wrestling is performed to the story lines of Shakespeare) and I told her that I’d hold her personal responsible if I didn’t. She told me that I could spank her if I didn’t, but that she wanted me to spank her either way. She even added a few pictures of her ass to whet our appetite.
[MF] A pussy unlike all the rest
Jane was in my wide circle of college friends. She would party with us on the weekends but she wasn’t part of the core group. Jane was a little too straight-laced for our band of pot heads and misfits. She was serious about her studies. Even when she partied, she maintained more self-control than the rest of us.
Jane had an adorable face. Cute as could be, with short blond hair, full lips and yes, dimples. She was about 5’6″, slightly overweight with a wide booty and small chest.
When we were in our friend group, Jane and I spoke a little but never got into any deep discussions and we never got together one-on-one. That changed, however, when I purchased a used motorcycle. Jane was intrigued and wanted to go for a ride. Her father had a motorcycle and she loved riding with him. Since I was a little drunk, we agreed to go for a ride the next day.
Ariel’s first [MFM] threesome.
It’s taken me a long time to get to writing about this, so forgive me. More effort has been spent lately in arranging a gangbang for Ariel, which we’ve set for next week. I’ll be sure to write about that as well. On a related note, one of the four other guys has had to opt out due to entering a relationship, so we are looking for one more. If you’re in the Twin Cities, message me!
**That good old Preamble**
Ariel is 24, 5’9, a dirty blonde with a very sweet voice and demeanor. I’ve told her that if I met her on the street, I’d have no idea how sexually adventurous she is. She’s a giver, for sure. Loves to suck cock and get facefucked. She even requests it now. She’s into rimming, which consequently has made me a fan of being rimmed. She loves anal too. On another related note, my friend and I are planning to give her her first DP experience tomorrow. As prep for next week.
Ariel also loves cum. Hers, mine, others’…yesterday after I finished inside her, I pulled out and had her clean me off. And as much as I love filling her, I also enjoy covering her tongue.
[MF]Wife Wants To Be Used
Last time I shared my wife and I’s first story from the Fantasy List. This time I asked her what was the most memorable sex she remembers having just the two of us (more time to tell our other group stories later) Anyway, this is the time she remembered:
**The set-up**
Simply put, she wanted to be ravished. She wanted to be powerless and do what she was told. We had talked about it before we did it and set out a few simple rules – things she wanted, things she didn’t want,so I had an idea of the scenario she wanted.
**Introductions:**
I’m a Canadian. I’m about 5’11, 185. Medium build. My wife loves big guys – she tells people she only married me for my broad shoulders (and when she’s been drinking she mentions my other areas of girth.) I’m about 7 or 7.5 long, and 5.5 across. No massive dong here, but thickness is what she likes.
She is East Asian Canadian. She’s about 5’2″ and 105 pounds. She’s all muscle. She loved to work out, kick box, run marathons. You name it. She has beautiful hazel eyes, long brown hair, washboard abs, tits that cup perfectly in your hands, and an ass that fills out her yoga pants.
Last night’s sex and kink party [m][f][group]
Last night we met a couple, early, the guy dressed as a Street Fighter character and the girl as Lara Croft from *Tomb Raider*, but when we *really* met them I was playing with C and teasing her with my tongue as they found space next to us. Seemingly within seconds his gi pants were down and Lara was going down on him like she was not just giving a blowjob but becoming an artist. When she’d come up to tease him, running her hands along his chest, she also invited us to stroke her body, which we did, playing with her tits and squeezing her ass and, in my case, discovering the secret of the body suit she wore, which had a snap at the bottom, allowing access between her legs. Did I unsnap? Yes. Did I start by pushing one finger into her, then two? Yes. Did she arch and grasp, as she’d keep doing later that night? Yes.
[M]y [F]WB ‘opened’ me up I guess
This is a tale about a woman I met during the Pride festival in my town over the summer. If you’ve read my previous stories, you know that I had luck meeting an adventurous woman who turned me onto kinky sex. I also found during our time together that I enjoyed being with guys too. Since then, I’ve been more comfortable in my bisexual skin but I was still intimated by men so I’ve mostly stayed with women.
I met Gil at a cafe during the festival. Gil is not normally my type although she is very beautiful in her own way. I figured her for 10 years my senior so early forties. Very short and very curvy – she described herself later as pleasantly plump.
Siting at the cafe watching the parade go by, Gil opened up the conversation. Her friends had helped to build some of the floats so she came to support. Although Gil wasn’t gay or bi herself, she related to the LGBT crowd. I mentioned that I was bisexual and that I was looking to meet more people in the community. I laughed when she asked me if I had come down to the parade looking for cock. She said it with a devilish grin which captivated me in the moment.
Kerri and Mindy Pt 4 FF, FMF
Part 4.
Finally, it came, after three days and two nights of waiting, we, Don and I, were at Kerri’s house. Jules and Charvi were off doing whatever they were planning to do with their boyfriends, and afterwards when we wouldn’t be home and they were in Charvi’s room, alone. Jax was out with his friends, but was only going to a cinema, apparently Marvel is the rage these days. He said he would be coming straight home afterwards, seems whatever game he was playing on his toy was offering more entertainment than his friends. Or maybe it was easier being friends with other players online rather than face-to-face. Who knows.
Anyway, Don pulled into the driveway, and we saw the porch light was on, inviting us in. Still, Don rang the doorbell and Kerri came to the door. We said our good evenings, relaxed and comfortable at this point. Don offered the wines we had bought with us and Kerri took us into the kitchen-dining room. This might seem odd, but it was far less formal and more relaxing than the lounge.
[MF]M My crush Sarah gets her birthday wish with Javon [xpost from r/cuckoldstories]
My senior year of high school I fell in love with the loveliest girl I had set my eyes on. Sarah was a few inches shorter than me at 5’6, brunette, gorgeous brown eyes and an average shaped body except for her amazing breasts. I’ve never been a breast man preferring the smaller ones but hers were special, they were generous in size but youthful and perky. Sarah was a junior but closer to my age for her grade. After sharing a few classes together, we quickly became close friends by day chatting, sharing lunch together and making each other laugh.
When we first became friends I only viewed her on that level and likewise she enjoyed that aspect of our relationship. I loved her but I didn’t seek out romance or sex and we just accepted those terms of our friendship. We’d date other people, talk about our relationships together and commiserate about the troubles of young love. Plenty of times I was her crying shoulder after a breakup and she was my person to vent to. This arrangement continued as I headed off to college and she wrapped up high school.
[MF] [MF] That time I fucked my girlfriend and her roommate, separately, within an hour of eachother
The first week of my college freshman year, I became friends with two girls who were rooming together two floors above my hall in the dorm. Sandy was a hippie chick with long, thick red hair, freckles, and a killer body – thin but not skinny, sweet little ass and a set of full Cs. Sandy was a stoner with a well-deserved reputation for being easy. Her roommate Janet was quite the opposite. Janet was an exchange student from the UK, brought over on a soccer scholarship. She was blond with short hair, and a strong, stout body. Not fat, just really solid and meaty. She had no waist to speak of but had a magnificent paid of Ds. Unlike Sandy, Janet was quiet and rarely hooked up with the guys.
I often visited them during the first semester, usually bringing along a joint and spending hours in their room with dorm mates giggling and partying. About mid-way through the year, I found myself alone with Janet after a night of drinking and we hooked up. We started dating right after that and I was enjoying having a girl friend living two floors above me. Janet turned out to be no prude and was a lot of fun in bed.