A while back I wrote a story about a particularly slutty young woman named Lucy. The initial scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones. However while I was in bed with Mr Jones and The Second Mate I thought of another adventure for this slutty little Miss.
Sunshine poured through the hatch of Lucy’s cabin, illuminating her breasts. A cool breeze caressed her skin causing her nipple to pucker. Still sleepy she squirmed, trying to pull the blankets back over her body. But as she tugged, she was met with resistance. Confused she opened her eyes to find the Second Mate standing at the end of her bed.
“The captain has requested that you be prepared,” he stated.
Lucy frowned in confusion, “Prepared for what?”
“The crew.” The Second mate bent down and caressed her skin with the back of his fingertips. With a sigh Lucy arched her back towards his caress. He leaned down and she felt the heat of his breath above her nipple. She pressed herself upwards towards his lips, but he pulled back so that his lips caressed her like a feather.
“Not now,” the second mate was all business. He pushed her legs apart so that he could caress her clit with his fingers. Again, she arched towards him. Again, he withdrew. Lucy sighed in frustration. The Second Mate grinned. There were days when he really enjoyed his job. “Up you get,” He tickled the bottom of Lucy’s foot. Lucy groaned and hauled herself out of bed to face the day.
Thirty minutes later she was on the front deck dressed as instructed. The Second Mate was waiting. A flicker of something in his eyes told her he was impressed as she sashayed past; or was that the bulge in his pants? Either way, she brushed past him, pausing just enough for him to view her cleavage that was barely contained by her tiny bikini top. His hand gripped her arse.
“These will have to come off,” He gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her butt cheeks. He allowed his fingers to slide down the slit between her cheeks and graze the wetness that was already building. She arched her back to display her pussy, hoping that he would slide his finder inside her. She was disappointed.
“Good things come to those who wait,” The Second Mate guided her to the front of the yacht. He took a rope and bound her wrists to the front furler. She stood bracing herself against the movement of the yacht on the ocean. A breeze lifted her skirt and tickled her pussy reminding her of the light teasing caresses of The Second Mate earlier that morning. She pressed her thighs together.
“Keep your knees apart,” The Second Mate pushed her knees open. His hand rested on her bare arse cheek. Lucy arched her back hoping to feel his strong fingers caress her. Again, he slid his fingers down into her wetness stroking her hard clit until her breathing came harder in her throat and then suddenly removing the source of her pleasure. She gave a little whimper and looked at him,
“Please,” she whimpered.
He grinned, “Nope. The Captain will be along shortly.”
Lucy heard the sound of footsteps on the deck. He pussy clamoured for attention. Her knees pressed together before she felt The Second Mate’s hands pressing her knees apart. A second pair of hands gripped her hips, and she felt a familiar pressure against her hungry cunt. The captain slid his cock into her hungry pussy.
“Someone is wet this morning,” The Captain’s voice was hot in her ear.
Lucy nodded, “Always sir,” she said as he began thrusting, slowly at first. Lucy bucked her hips, impatient to be pounded. She wanted all of the cock and she wanted it now.
“Such a greedy girl,” The Captain commented. “I wonder if such a greedy girl needs to learn to be patient?” The Captain asked.
“Please no,” Lucy begged. Juice was running down her thighs and she could see the other crew standing back, waiting.
The Captain pounded her pussy for a few moments, grunting in satisfaction. The deck area filled with the sound of his belly slapping against Lucy’s bare ass and her cries of pleasure. Without warning he withdrew leaving her exposed, legs splayed wide, whimpering to be filled with cock. The breeze caressed her wet cunt.
“Such a greedy girl,” The Captain repeated, patting her smooth round butt. He beckoned to the First Mate. “This greedy girl needs a pounding,” he instructed, “See that she is not disappointed.”
The First Mate stepped forward to slide his cock into Lucy’s hungry pussy. He pounded her hard before emptying his load over her arse. “Such a good girl,” he gasped, “Thank you,”
The Second Mate stood beside Lucy with his hand resting on her shoulder. He offered her a sip of water and whispered in her ear,
“You are so fucking hot right now,”
Lucy grinned at him in response. “You know what I like,” she responded.
The Second Mate nodded. He beckoned another crew member to take his turn. It never ceased to amaze him how many cocks she could take. As man after man took his place and covered her body with cum, he was attentive, making sure she had water to drink and cleaning each load of cum from her. When he knew she was tiring he waved away the remaining hopefuls and released her bonds.
“I want more,” she protested as he led her away to her cabin.
“You will have more,” he said with a familiar glint in his eye, “The Captain and I are not finished with you yet.
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