His Nasty Little Pussy

Then he lifted her into the small boat, sitting her on his lap as the other men clambered aboard. They rowed out to the larger ship, Robbie’s hand never leaving her tit, kneading and squeezing her, his face buried in her neck, licking and kissing her as he held her imprisoned against him. She could feel the rising swell of his erection as he shifted her on his lap. She remembered the man’s words, that she wasn’t to be deflowered, but she knew there were many other things a group of pirates could do to her that didn’t include that.

Once on the board, she was under the eyes of dozens of men, many looking as if they hadn’t seen a woman in months. There were catcalls, hoots, and yells, several men, grabbing their crotches, and making other suggestive gestures as she was bustled past. Hands reached for her, fingers groping her breasts, pinching her skin and nipples, slapping at her bare ass. Blackie pushedbulpushed bull-bullied as he led her across the deck to a door in the stern, pushing it open to reveal a large room.

“This is the Captain’s quarters. You’ll be staying here for the time being, so you may as well get comfortable.” He looked at her torn dress, bare breasts, and tied hands. “Aye, well, I guess you can’t be too comfortable. But I cannot untie you or there’d be hell to pay.” He looked around the room.

“But I can tie you to a chair at least, and retrieve your shawl.” He moved her to a wooden chair, pushing her down. He worked behind her to tie her to the chair. Opening the door, he shouted to someone outside. A minute later, Robbie appeared, carrying her shawl.

“Give that here, boy. You can’t be taking it to bed with you to rub your dick with. She’ll be needing something to cover herself with.” With surprising gentleness, Blackie draped the shawl over her shoulders, covering her exposed breasts.

“There. Better, yes?” He glanced up at Robbie. “You can go, boy. I think she’ll be just fine here with me.” Robbie frowned but left the room.

Blackie sat down in another chair, facing Lucy. “You’re a very pretty girl, Miss. I’m sure the Captain will be very happy to see you here, safe and sound.” He licked his lips, his eyes sliding down over her barely-covered breasts. “But the Captain’s not due back for a long time. I think we can find something to do with our time together. Don’t you?”

Blackie stood, walking over to Lucy. He pulled the shawl from her shoulders, running a hand over her exposed skin, pinching her nipples, moving back and forth between her breasts as if deciding which was more inviting.

“You’re a fine girl. And a hot-blooded one too, it appears. And we’ve got lots of time to get to know each other.” He bent down, kissing her neck, his tongue slobbering against her skin. Lucy struggled against her ties, twisting her head, succeeding only in toppling over onto the floor.

Blackie laughed, hauling her upright. “We need a better plan here. Can’t have you crashing about now, can we?”

He quickly untied her hands, holding her arms behind her, leading her to a smaller door set in the corner of the room. He pushed her inside, where she was amazed to find a large four-poster bed.

“Aye, the Captain likes his creature comforts. You’ll be enjoying that bed soon enough, I suppose. I’ll not impose on the Captain’s bed though; that would be bad manners.”

Blackie forced her down to her knees, pulling her arms behind her back against the bedpost, tying her firmly in place. Lucy was breathing hard, choking on the gag, trying to spit the rag out of her mouth.

“I think we can dispose of this now.” He reached behind her head, untying the dirty rag and pulling it away from her mouth.

Lucy immediately began screaming. Blackie sat back on his heels, laughing.

“Scream all you like, girl. There’s no one here who’ll come to your aid.” He stood, looking down at her.

“But as long as you’ve got that fine mouth open, let’s put it to good use.” Lucy clamped her mouth shut and watched in horror as Blackie undid his flies, reaching in and pulling out his cock. He spit in his hand and stroked himself for a moment. Lucy watched in amazement as his cock grew, getting longer and harder as he pulled at it.

“What are you going to do?” Lucy looked up at him.

“Oh, she speaks, does she? Glad to know your tongue still works. The Captain’s a fine one for having a conversation now and then. And there’s other uses for that tongue.”

He moved toward her, his cock inches from her face. “But as to what I’m going to do with you, I’m going to put that sweet mouth to better use than talking. Mind you don’t bite me, or I’ll cut your throat and toss you over the side. Like I said, accidents can happen.” He leaned down, fingering her hair, pulling at the few pins that still held it in what was once an elegant bun. The chestnut locks tumbled down over her shoulders.

He drew a deep breath. “Oh, you’re a fine one,” he whispered. “Captain’s a lucky man. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”

Blackie brushed his cock against Lucy’s face, rubbing the head over her lips and cheeks. She refused to open her mouth, twisting and turning her head away from him. But he continued rubbing himself against her, slapping his hard shaft against her face, making her flinch.

“Open up, miss. It’s not going away until you suck on it.” He grabbed her hair with one hand, pinching her nose shut with the other. Lucy had no choice but to open her mouth to breathe. Before she could react, Blackie jammed his cock between her lips.

“Remember, no biting.” He held her head with both hands, winding his fingers in her hair, pulling her toward him. Lucy tried to bite down and Blackie slapped her across the face.

“Mind the teeth,” he grunted. He held her head and started thrusting into her. She could see his thick cock rising from her lips as he pulled back, the shaft wet and glistening, as he continued thrusting himself further into her wet mouth. He tipped his head back, mouth open, moaning softly. She went limp, resigned to endure this until he’d taken his pleasure.

Blackie continued pushing his cock into Lucy’s mouth, hitting the back of her throat occasionally, making her gag. He was rocking his hips forward, knees bent, pumping himself into her at a steady pace.

“Oh, girl, once you hold still, you’re much better company.” He looked down at her with half-closed eyes. “I’ll be thinking of this moment, for a long time to come, you here on your knees in front of me, your tits swaying, sucking my big cock. I’ll be thinking about your mouth, how hot and wet it is, just like your pussy was when I rubbed my fingers on you. I’ll imagine you looking up at me with those big eyes.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Blackie’s voice dropped as he rolled his hips in an obscene circle, clutching her hair, holding her still. “But in my dreams, you’ll be here willingly, you’ll have begged for my cock and I’ll not have had to shove it down your throat by force.” He was breathing hard now. “But by force or be willing, you’ve got a sweet mouth for fucking.”

Somewhere on the ship a bell started ringing; Lucy heard shouts from the deck. Blackie stiffened, eyes going wide.

“Oh, damn, that’s the Captain returning. And me with my finger in the honey pot.” He began thrusting into her faster, grunting loudly, pushing himself as deeply as he could into her mouth, reaching down between his legs to rub and tug at his balls.