A Pirate's Pleasure

[SexyChele]

OOC: Sorry, but this is a closed thread between Swashbuckler and SexyChele. I invite all to read along, and welcome any comments.

The Spanish Main was the prominent shipping route used by Spanish ships transporting goods and passengers to and from Spain to the New World during the 16th century. Many times these ships carried a great deal of wealth, and they became a target for pirates - thieves - from countries such as England and France to pillage and plunder these ships. Sometimes the wealth stayed with the pirates themselves, other times a big portion was sent back to the home country.

Our tale takes place on the Spanish Main, and the capture of a Spanish ship, making its way to the New World. Aboard this ship is some wealth, but it also carries the daughter of the viceroy of one of the provinces of the New World who is one her way to be joined in marriage - a marriage arranged for by her father to cement alliances between wealthy families. In the ensuing battle for the ship, this woman was taken captive and now awaits the decision and pleasure of the Captain as to what her fate should be.

IC: Slowly I wake up, my mind in a fog, unsure of where I am. I look around at the damp room, and feel the extreme discomfort of the mattress that I'm lying on. There is not even a small window to look out of, and I am unsure if it is day or night. The room is bare, but for the rough bed I lie on. I raise myself up, slowly, my head adjusting itself as I try to remember how I came to be here.

I look down at myself. The dress, the beautiful blue dress that I had put on that morning, was covered in dirt and soot. Torn in some places, revealing the fine linen and lace petticoats beneath. I look at my arms and chest covered in dirt, soot, and grim. Running a hand over my long, raven hair I feel that it is dishevelled and must hang about my face and body in a dark tangle.

Slowly rising, leaning against the wall for support, I try to think. Yes. The ship I was sailing on, the ship to take me to my father and my husband to be, attacked by pirates. The Capitain of the ship tried to protect me by shoving me into a storage room - out of sight from the invading marauders. Shut up and only able to hear the screams of men dying, I shuddered in fear. When things appeared to quiet down, a man opened the door to the room I was in - a man not of our ship - and his eyes held frank appreciation when he saw me. As I attempted to cower from him, I picked up the distinct, acrid smell of smoke and knew the ship to be on fire. Grabbing me roughly, he quickly hauled across the deck. As I looked around I saw many of the sailors and soldiers who had been on this journey with me since we left Spain, lying dead. The stench was overwhelming, and I began to feel light-headed.

Somehow, I was transferred over to the other ship, the ship of thieves, and felt the hands of many men on my body. Coming out of the shock that I was feeling, I started to cry and to scream - only to be met with laughter from the crew. The events of the day came together very quickly, and I felt myself sinking towards the deck, even as I heard a gruff voice call out to the crew to take me below.

And that must have been how I landed here. Looking down once again at myself, I'm thankful to be alive - but should I be? I had just left the convent a mere 3 weeks ago when my father had written saying that he had found a husband for me, and I was to join him in the New World and be married upon my arrival. I had no idea who this man was, and was ambivilent towards it. The nuns had seen to it that notions of romance and love had not dimmed my thoughts when it came to learning pious behavior and the arts of running a household. I had been told that I would submit to my husband in all things, and that my reward would be the children granted to me. In this I took comfort.

Now, I look down at myself. Dirty, soot-covered, surely not what I had looked like before. My body was delicate-boned, but shapely. My dark hair fell to my hips in a sheen of silk, and my eyes were darkest brown. My skin was fair which only seemed to accentuate the full redness of my lips.

Suddenly the door opened, and a hideous man entered. Scared and frightened, I shrink back from him as he laughs with glee.

"The captain wishes to meet you proper-like, and it wouldn't do to have you be in his presence looking like you do."

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I didn't care a whit about his captain, when he was followed in by several men carrying a bathtub and hot water. The last thing brought in was a gown of magnificent red velvet.

"There. You have 1 hour to bathe and dress for the captain. I suggest you be on time - if you know what is good for you!"

As he cackles out the door, I make a decision. Obviously, the captain is a man of grace and elegance - the gown is of the finest material. Ok. I shall make myself as presentable as possible and plead my case before him. If he is a gentleman, he cannot refuse.

I sigh deeply as I submerge my body into the hot water, letting the pains soak away before vigorously scrubbing my skin and hair clean.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles Fitzjames, Captain of The Elsbeth

OCC:
Charles Fitzjames, the thirty year old ill-legititamate son of a wealthy, but minor, English lord recently returning to the Spanish Main after upgrading the love of his life, Elsbeth; with more and newer Burgundian cannon purchased from smugglers in Venice. Purchased with captured dollars and dublouns that had meant to be paid on loans to the Ghibllines to buy the very same guns for the Spanish.

He had just demonstrated thier power to the Spanish, and sank his first galleon with them. The prize was small and unsignifigant; save for one prize the beautiful young creature his men had drug out of the hold. He had forgone his normal fifth of the prize for her alone.

IC:
I (Charles) sat in my cabin looking out the window from the vantage point of my back to my Turkish desk. My black, soft leather boots that turned down at the top, just below my knees were propped up on the thick window sill watching the growing shadow of The Eslbeth stretch out across the waves to the east. The first stars of evening poking out of the sky above them. My locked fingers tangled in the curls of my red hair behind my head as I lounged with my chin resting on my barrel, tanned chest just above the draw strings to my white linen poet's blouse. Its balloness sleeves swept down either side of my head swaying from my muscled forearms. I lisened to the quiet of the sea and the scraping of the tip of my rapier's well worn scabbard dragged itself across the deck in its familiar groove on the cabin floor with the roll of the ship. I closed my green eyes thinking of the raven haired beauty I had squandered a merchant's fortune for.

"What had come over me? I am not a foolish wencher, usually. I never would have paid this much for ten score of whores in the streets of Port Royale, ones that would not object to my...tastes." I thought to myself. "I a man who drank from the Devil's flagon, had developed a need to conquer. Not only ships on the seas for booty. But I had a need to conquer in the sheets as well. I liked to sieze and posess my women. I cared little for love and all its useless complications. I care only for the battle in which I have always be the victor, at least I will only ever lose one battle in this life." I thought with a smile as I shook my head, causing the large golden hoop in my earlobe to shake side t side.

"I must have her," I stated flattly to the gathering darkness of the sunset at sea waitng for my meals...

 

[SexyChele]

The water slowly cools, and I step from the tub and use a cloth to dry my body and my hair. I notice that a few other things have been included along with the gown, and I do my best to make myself presentable.

The red gown slides over my skin and fits as though it were made for me. Rounded hips and full breasts with a small waist, the gown shows off my body to its best. I brush my hair until it is dry and falls in soft shimmering waves down my back. I have nothing to put it up with, so I must simply let it loose. I slip my feet into soft red velvet slippers, and wish I had a mirror to see the final result.

Sighing, I sit down to wait, but it is not long before there is a knock at the door. At my word, the biggest man I'd ever seen stoops to enter.

"I've come to take you to the Captain. You will follow me."

Before I can say anything, he is gone, and I scurry to follow him. We travel through the maze of the ships corridors, and I can hear the men on the decks above, singing, obviously drunk, and my thoughts turn to the young men aboard the ship I had been on - now all dead.

We approach a huge door at what must be the end of the ship. I grunt answers the knock, and the giant opens the door and stands back.

Looking neither left nor right, I step over the bulkhead and enter the cabin, noting the immense size. I see the Captain sitting at a desk to one side, his feet up on the window sill. Red hair, pale skin - English! Yes, that would figure. I step up to the desk and wait, but he says nothing. Rude English dog! No Spanard would treat a lady like this.

"Excuse me, Captain. I am Maria Consuela Rodriguez. My father is the Viceroy, Jose Miguel Rodriguez, and he will pay handsomely for my safe return. I must ask that you, as a gentleman, assure my safety while on this vessel and return me to my family at the quickest opportunity."

Slowly, he turns his face towards me, and I am struck at how clear and bright his green eyes are. I must resolve to stay strong, to focus on returning to my father.

The Captain's eyes take in my body from head to toe and then returns to my eyes. A grin appears on his face, before he speaks.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I rise after I hear the soft pat of slippered, dainty feet across my bulkhead. Turning to face the raven haired treasure now within my grasp, I am immiediately assaulted verbally with her demands and promises of ransom. Taking this in, as I stand feet shoulder width apart to roll with the pitch and placing my fisted hands on my waist, I survey this mermaid before me.

Her flurry of 'all the right words' rains on my deaf by distracted ears. Her hair, dark as sack cloth, cascades from her head to flow down over her shoulders and into her back. The red of the gown, one of my personal favorites captured some 2 years ago off the coast of Panama, gave her lips a deeper hint of color against the light backdrop of her face. It also pushed her breasts forward and up in a quite distinctive manner, "So," I mused silently to myself gazing at the crests of her cleavage, "this is what the Spainish must be referring to when they speak of Sierra Modre." A grin begins to form on face slowly.

Sweeping down across her torso to the cinch of her waist, what a figure of feminine perfection I have here. The diaphoranousity of the gown over her petty coats billows out like it was at full sail on a westerly. My grin in full at this. Stopping just above the red velvet slippers on her feet that I had aquired in a game of chance from a Moorish merchant in Port Royale, supposedly they were from Egypt, and the gilded embroidered embellishments did atest to that claim.

Her soliloquy had stopped before my gaze came full circle to her eyes once again. The silence seemed to soften her resolve, as she demurrly wrang her hands under my eye. I let her stew a wee but longer noticing this as I mulled over the bits I had heard from her speech in that delightful Aragonese accent. Then with a dismissing wave, "That will be all, Ahmed, see to Pierre and our meal." The hulking Turkish eunuch nodded slightly repplying in his high, yet booming voice, "Aye, C'pun." as he bowed out, shutting my cabin door behind him. Maria glanced nervously over her shoulder at the thud of the door causing her hair to stir slightly over her left shoulder and breast before slowly turning to my direction again.

"Well Senorita, Maria Consuela Roderiguez, daughter to the Viceroy," I began cooly with my usual inflection of command to my words, "let me introduce myself. I am Captain Charles Fitzjames, and I bid you welcome to your new home, The Elsbeth." I made a slight bow, causing the pistol tucked in the crimson silk at my waist to ripple against my abdoman. I quickly righted myself and strode across the cabin to the Venetian stained glass cabinet, reaching for its tiny handle I asked, "Wine, Maria? I have the best the hold of your former ship had to offer." Pulling out a bottle and studying the Spainish lable, "From Galacia, no less." I looked over the shoulder strap to my balderic back at her. Her face seemed to loose some of its color, so I continued siezing the initative, "My dear Maria, I suggest you accept a drink. You look as if you could use it. You are now in my possesion ," I let the word drip off my tongue and hang like an albatross in the air momentarilly before going on. "I have sacrificed a great share of the prize to have you here. So, down to bones," I said as I returned to the desk with two crystal goblets clinking in my hand as I rested them on the desk. "So long as you show me that I have made a wise selection in my booty, you will be safe; from my crew," resting a hand on the worn with use and encrusted pommel of my rapier t accentuate my next point, "No man onboard, and I daresay few elsewhere will attempt to disturb you." Pouring two goblet from the bottle of Galacian wine, "However, should you prove a foolhardy choice, I would have no recourse but to trade you to my men for thier shares of the eight we recieved." Standing very close to her and holding up one of the goblets while feeling her closeness, her bouqet, "I am sure they would find you an ample releif while at sea." I laughed, "I would be forced to add you to the privilage roster to quiet the disputes." Staring deep into her dark eyes, "Now, what say ye, Maria?" I asked softly.

 

[SexyChele]

I am stunned by his words. His possesion? To hand me over to his crew, as some common whore on the street?

I look into his green eyes, as I take the goblet of wine into my hand.

"Senor, I think I have not been clear. I am the daughter of a Viceroy! I am currently betrothed to Don Jose Bernardo Gomez, and am to marry him as soon as I am reunited with my father. I understand that I have been captured, and my life spared. And I thank you for that. But I am not a woman who takes delight in pleasuring men. I - I - I'm still a virgin, Senor. And you must realize the importance of me retaining my virtue?"

I realize as I bring the goblet to my lips, that I am trembling. Not wanting to look at him, I feel drawn to his eyes as I search them for some kindness and compassion towards me.

The closeness of his body is something I find unsettling, and I start to walk towards a chair to put distance between us, when I feel his hand reach out and grab my arm. Alarmed, I look up at him, and see that his eyes have turned to green ice. His words chill me, yet at the same time they thrill me and cause my heart to quicken its pace.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Her word, virgin, was still ringing in my earsas she started to slip away. I reached out and gripped her arm, feeling her arm tremble under the velvet sleeve of the gown. "M'lady, let me make something very clear to you," I said smoothly. "My," I let the word come off cold watching her eyes for any reaction to it, "Maria, the ship you were sailing on just went down with all hands. You may have been a betrothed and a daughter. But I am affraid that now you, like myself, are a lost child of the sea." She blinked in confusion so I further explained more bluntly, "The dead have no betroths, family, or innocence. Even if you were to return to your betrothed, do you really believe that he would have a woman that sailed in the company of buccaneers?"

Releasing her velvet encircled arm and sipping at my wine I took a half step back before continuing, "Of course you are still assuming that your father, the Viceroy could afford the humiliation of buying your life back from an English privateer, such as myself. In my experience, no man of position with King Phillip's court could politically survive such an afront." I stated flatly with a perfunctional shrug as I swalloed the rest of my wine. "No my pet. You sail now with Charon, for you are as dead as your bodyguards in all but fact," stepping closer again, "Maria, your voyage of life now can be of paradise....., or it can be of the darkest hell. It is your decision, after all." As I closed on her she retreated a half step but not fast enough to escape my arms that encircled her and pullled her lips against my own in a powerful kiss.

 

[SexyChele]

My head is spinning from his words. How can my own father, my flesh and blood, deny me? And certainly, if this man treats me as a gentleman, my betrothed might still find me acceptable. But, then, I understand custom, and I know that having been out of sight of duenas or bodyguards, my betrothed might not have any other option to save his pride. And yet -

That would mean my life would be this ship. And how long would that last? How long before I am finished with, and then where will I be?

I feel him coming closer to me, and I instinctively step back from him. Yet before I know it, I feel his arms around me and his lips pressing against mine. Madre de Dios! I've never had a man kiss me! As I struggle to free myself, his grip becomes tighter, his lips more insistent. Suddenly I feel his tongue pressing against my lips, seeking entrance. Trying to resist, I feel him wrap his hands in my hair, pulling it backward, so my face is lifted towards him, my mouth opening slightly. I feel his tongue, warm, moist, strong, invade my mouth searching and probing.

Suddenly, I find myself no longer resisting quite as I did. My arms slowly snake around his neck as my lips instinctively respond to his. Returning his kiss, feeling his passion, letting mine flow through my veins.

And suddenly....he pulled away.

Holding me at arms length, I barely have the courage to look up at him. His lips smiling, his eyes mocking. His hands caress my shoulders as my cheeks flush crimson. How could I so easily give into this man? I hang my head in shame, and feel his fingers under my chin, raising my face to meet his.

"Tonight you will dine with me. I think I shall appreciate your company."

It is on the tip of my tongue to resist, to tell him my kiss was a mistake. But my stomach lurches at the thought of food, and I realize that I haven't eaten in a very long time. I stand by his desk, not sure what to do...

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I watch her face stunned with both shame and desire. She moves near my desk distractedly, near trembling from hunger and her confusion. Not wanting to face me amymore, Maria, turns her back to me and looks down at the surface of my desk. She was pretending to be scanning my open log, my rolled up charts and maps, my ink pot and quills, and my spare pistol; barrel pointed at the door. I let her scan for a moment then softly walk behind her, gently I run the fingers of my right hand along her shoulder to the sweep of her neck, feeling her neck bristle with fearful bumps and her muscles tighten, not daring, or not knowing how to move at my figners explorations.

My left hand wound around her cinched waist, she gasped, still paralyzed by my touch. Pulling her against me I tilted her head and swept some of her raven hairs aside. I began to kiss her neck softly, she quivverd with a fresh flood of want, shame and fear. Her body sunk against mine slightly, my pistol pressing against us both. Her hands flew to my arm about her waist in what was both defensive and desirous.

Just as I was beginning to assault her kneck with more passion, there was an insistent, yet wholy annoying knock at my door. Maria, startled by the knock tugged against my left arm the held her captive. I kissed her neck once more, holding her waist fast. The knock came again, though decidedly less insistant. Not letting go of Maria, I turned my head and bellowed at the door in an annoyed commanding tone, "WHAT?!? By the devil?" A timid french accent replied from the outside of the bulkhead, "Mon Capitaine, your dinner, sir." Blast that frenchman! "Bring it then!" I shouted highly annoyed. I heard the door open behind us and felt Maria tense further under my firm grasp. "Pierre, leave it, we," I let the word glide off my tongue into Maria's ear, "shall manage." "Oui, Oui, mon Capitaine," the short thin frenchman answered with an afliction of concern. I heard the tray be set down on the cabinet top and the shuffle of french feet out of the bulkhead. Pierre closed the door quietly behind him and Maria seemed to relax at that then immiediately tense once again. Then we heard the bellows of rough laughter from the deck outside. I grinned, that loose lipped cook had already been spreading the word. Maria did not grin, her face seemed to flush even more. I pulled her against me, I could feel her flesh that was covered by velvet and petty coats, then I spun her away from me and around to face me. "You must be fammished," I said to her flushed and stunned face, placing my hands on my hips, "you may serve us, my pet." I grinned as I walked around to the other side of my desk and sat, staring at her disbelief. I rose my feet up to my desk, crossing them at the ankles and resting them on my heels. "Well, my pet? Are you not hungery?" I asked again more demanding as I locked my fingers behind my head int he curls of my red hair.

 

[SexyChele]

The flood of emotions coming over my body everytime this man touches my body is confusing. The nuns had told me that sex, indeed any contact with a man, was only to be tolerated. I was to rise above it, remember my purpose in life. But these feelings...something I'd never been taught.

My mind was in a fog as he came to me, wrapping his arm about my waist, his lips at my neck. A knocking startled me, causing my heart to leap into my throat. I tried to pull away, but his arm held me fast. As the cook put the food down on a cabinet, I hung my head in shame. Certainly this man would think that I was merely another whore the captain had taken for himself? How could he know that I bore a long and proud lineage? That I was distantly related to the king himself? I struggled slightly, but the captain held me firm.

Finally releasing me after the cook had left, he mentioned eating and indeed I realized that I was truly hungry. At his instructions to serve him, my head snapped up and my eyes burned at him. Me? Serve like some common servant girl in my father's home? Did he not know who I was? Had he no respect for who he was dealing with?

And yet, my stomach churned and growled. I looked at him again, and a cruel smile played on his lips. Seeing no other altenative, I moved to the cabinet, and saw a great helping of meat, potatoes, and bread. Cheeks flaming at the humiliation, I quickly threw some food on the 2 plates provided and walked to the desk, my head hung low, my hair covering my flaming cheeks. Oh but that I would have the courage to fling this plate of food directly into his face for making me do something so beneath me!

Instead, I laid the plate down on his desk, and then my own. I searched about for an extra chair and found one in the corner. I glanced at it and then at the captain, my eyebrows raised. Seeing and understanding what I wanted, he grinned.

"Yes, go ahead and bring the chair over here. That will be quite all right."

I stared at him in disbelief. The chair was good-sized - heavy it looked. I looked at the captain again, who was even now devouring his food and pouring more wine. I decided I had enough humiliation at the hands of this man. Staying at the desk, I started to eat the food standing in front of him. Slowly at first, until my full hunger took control, and I started to eat quickly. I heard a laugh, and when I looked up, I noticed the captain watching me and laughing.

Although my body longed for his touch once more, I was beginning to believe he was not a gentleman, and therefore not deserving of me or my attentions.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I could not help, but laugh fully at the plight of this girl before me, to proud to move a chair; and to starved to not serve us both, fearing, rightly so, that she would be denied nourishment. Her eyes burned with rage as she stood there, devouring her fare whilst I laughed at her plight. I laughed louder at this, reclining back in my chair with my wine and a chunk of slightly molded bread soaked with gravy to hide it.

She was so radiant staring flaming daggers in my eyes. Standing before my desk trying to be the refined lady of position she had been bred and trained to be, not unlike a prized mare. What a perfect specimin she was; proud, graceful, and with perfect physical attributes. What stallion, nay, what man could resist her heat. I felt a definate twinge in my tight breeches, her eyes still glaring at me from above. I let one leg off the desk's corner to rest on the floor and to reveal more of myself to her. I watched as her flushed face, slackened and her insistent chewing paused. I stopped my chuckle as she stared not daggers, but curiousity. I watched her dark eyes, as she shifted them from my movement back to my own eyes. "You're not eating, m'pet?" I asked non-chalantly and sipped at the fine Galecian wine.

This returned her propper noble, probable convent upbringing back the surface of her sea of desire and curiousity. Stiffening her back and setting down her meat daintily on the gold plate that she dined from, "I am eating, Captain," the word slid out of her delectable mouth like a serpent, "because I am starving, not because of the company." Her sudden burst of noble courage piqued my interest, an eyebrow shot up at it.

Suffling in my chair roughly, making my rapier rattle in its scabbard, I leaned in towards the desk, "Maria, there are few who ever dine in my quarters, and before today, none had lived who insulted me here. Tread gently, m'pet, tread gently!" I warned her in low commanding tones. Seeing that she was flustered, mayhaps terrorified at that I let it be and leaned back in good humor. Munching on my gravy soaked bread I asked while licking a drip of gravy from my bottom lip, "I do so believe that you would be more comfortable if your were to seat yourself, m'pet." My eyes shot from the bread to her face, "Go fetch the chair, Maria," I added a bit more hashly, "consider it your second order."

I watched as she opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. She went form haughty and flushed to palish and frightened in her face. She stood there for a perfect moment as the last rays of reflected sunset bathed her through the window of my cabin. "Maria," I said flatly. With that she lowered her proud chin and turned, I noticed her hands were trembling. She was visibly upset, but still too proud to actively betray it to a comon cutthroat. With her back to me, Maria, took a deep breath and then strode across my cabin towards the chair. I watched the scene with growing intent from my vantage point twisting the goblet in my fingers, absently. Her dainty, noble hands reached out and litteraly siezed that heavy, oaken chair. I half expected her to pick it up, she did not, she drug it loudly across the deck until she reached her plate once more. Then she stood and adjusted the velvet I had provided her, before taking her seat. As she reached for her goblet I siezed her wrist gently, she looked up sharply into my eyes in the gathering darkness.

 

[SexyChele]

Anger began to burn within my breast. A common servant, that was how he was treating me! As though I were here only to serve him and to follow his silly orders!

The chair was heavy and akward, but I managed to scrap it across the floor, and sit. My appetite was gone, yet as I reached for the goblet of wine, his hand stayed me, and his held mine.

In those eyes I saw what the nuns had never discussed. I saw lust - there was something raw, almost animalistic, in its look. I started to shake, thinking of the consequences ahead. As I looked back into his eyes, I heard his laughter - laughter at me, about me.

"Maria, I will have many requests this evening and on the morrow. I expect you to carry out those requests with a willing spirit. Now, finish your meal, then, as long as we understand each other."

"Perdóneme, señor. But I am no longer hungry."

Laugher rang from his voice, and as I looked up, he was finishing the last morsel of food left before him.

"Alright m'pet, if you are sure?"

He circled me like a cat, and I tried to keep my eyes locked into his, but his gaze was too powerful, too overwhelming.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I circled my desk and my feet detected a slight change in the pitch of the deck. Immediately, this was forced from my mind. I could not be dissuaded from the course I was presently on.

I let my fingers glide across Maria's shoulder and then to her neck as I strode behind her chair. The feel of her dark hair and soft skin tingled my hand. I could feel her neck strain slightly, both pulling away and pressing against my touch as I wove into the folds of her mane. One of her dainty hands instinctively gripped the arm of her chair; how delightful she looked. Standing directly behind her, I slipped my other hand around the chair's high carved back to her opposite shoulder. I felt her spine quake softly at my touch.

Peering at her from behind the chair, I noticed her eyes were beginning to glaze softly. The dimming light of evening caused the furrow of her bosom to shade in even greater contrast than before. The swells of her breasts were beginning to bristle with the tiny bumps of nervous anticipation. Her breath was controlled, yet becoming quickened and shallowed. My evidence? The rapid rise and fall of those lovely globes, barely secured by the velvet cage of her gown. Both hands now slowly glided up the sides of her neck, fingertips lightly stroking past her earlobes. She gasps softly at this all-too-new sensation, her eyes closing softly.

Quietly locking the corner posts of her chair in the pits of my elbows, I stroke her neck and ears. Her hair rustles above my hands. Maria sighs. In one quick movement, I pull the chair back on its hind legs. Using Maria's weight as leverage, the chair hits my chest. Maria's eyes pop open, her mouth begins a would-be cry. Bending down, I cover her mouth with my own, tongue boldly advancing. Fingers stretching to massage her neck further, not harshly, just more intensely. The half-toppled chair resting on one thigh and locked against my chest by my elbows. Maria's arms fly out in fear. Then under the assault of my tongue they reach upwards to....

 

[SexyChele]

...encircle his neck, drawing him closer to me. That small voice in the back of my mind keeps telling me - fight, resist! But my body has no will to resist, and the urge to fight is gone. As the Captain runs his hands along my body, I find myself willing more.

The chair leaning backwards has thrown me off balance, and I cling all the more tightly to the Captain, trying to remain still and not drop. His head comes down, his lips brushing my neck and shoulder, as my breathing increases. I throw my head back, resting on his shoulder, my eyes closed. I feel his hands run the length of my arms and back up to my shoulders, and I sigh at the touch.

His hands firmly make their way lower, down over my breasts, and I gasp. No man has ever touched my breasts, and I feel the urge to move his hands away. His arms, however, have worked to keep my arms at bay, as his face turns to find my lips. Firmly, with a demanding touch, he works his tongue into my mouth, as his hands knead my breasts. I feel a sudden shock of pleasure - which I cannot describe - and as I glance down, I see his thumbs are rubbing the tight, firm nubs of my hardened nipples. Moving my breasts into his hands, I feel his mouth work harder over mine.

Ah, but no, this will certainly lead to that which the nuns said was not good. I start to struggle, looking for a weak link through which to escape.

"Please, Senor Captain, I beg mercy of you, and let me go!"

"Let you - go? Maria, I don't think so, not now anyway."

With one fluid motion, he brought the chair back into its upright position, causing me to lose my balance and tumble onto the floor. I look up at him, the curtain of my hair surrounding my face. Stooping down, he picks me up as though I weighed nothing and brought me to the large bed along the back wall. Dropping me into its softness, I scramble to get off but he anticipates my move. Throwing himself down on the bed, he grabs me, pulling me to him, and looking into my eyes.

"Maria, you will come to like me by morning, I promise you. Now, why don't you just give me a chance?"

"Because you are nothing but a pirate, a common thief! You are not even a gentleman!"

He laughed outright at my comments, and I looked at him curiously.

"Maria, I assure you, I've never been a gentleman - and I have no intention of being one tonight!"

Suddenly he was upon me, pushing me into the mattress, almost suffocating me with his weight and body.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

Maria struggled futilely beneathe me. I kissed her cheek, she got one arm free and slapped mine loudly in response. The sudden sting made my eyes flash cold, mere instinct nothing more. Maria froze when she saw this, terror filled her expression. I smiled cooly from above her. "Maria," I began as commandingly as I could muster without laughing loudly, "as judge and jury of this vessle I must inform you that striking the capatin is a serious offense. However, seeing as you are a young and mallible child I shall not kill you, as is my right." Her fear grew greater now than I had seen it as she pondered my words. "But some form of punishment shall be metted out." I informed her as I swiftly grasped her wrists in one hand. She began to twitch and shriek as I lifteed her by her wrists from the bed and drug her forcefully out the cabin door which I kicked open.

The night had grown blustery and waves were spraying the deck and making it slick. Elsbeth tossed herself about causing Maria to loose her footing and I was forced to drag her on her backside across the deck. My crew began cheering at her distress, and the deck was quickly filled in a circle around the forecastle where I stopped. Pulling Maria roughly to her feet just as a large wave crested the bow, soaking both of us. "ROPE!" I shouted over the wind. Her eyes flashed in new terror at me as I held her fast. The command sent several men scrambling through the throng.

After a breif commotion and two more sligthly smaller waves Mr. Stonebry arrived puffing, "Rope, Cap'n." He said clutching a largish coil. "Yes, Mr. Stonebry," I answered staring deep into Maria's frightened soul as I spoke. "Mr. Stonebry, would you be so good, as to help this young lady out of these wet things," I said cooly. Maria, screamed and struggled fiercely. I reached out and seized ehr with both of my hands to restrain her. "Aye! With pleasure, sir." Stonebry replied, lust dripping from his lips like seaspray. As he stepped forward I hissed just audibly in the blow, "Do not you dare touch her, Stonebry!" He almost paused, but thought better of it and nodded. I was not sure if Maria had heard or not, but I cared not.

Stonebry went about stripping her of the soaking velvet gown amidst cheers and crude shouts from the crew. Maria struggeld vainly her strength ebbing. As Stonebry was about to begin on her under things that had been plastered upon her skin like face cake I stopped him, "That will do Stonebry!" "Aye, Cap'n," he said turning to go. "Tie her to the foremast!" I shouted, thrusting her forward. Stonebry cought her slippery form and I cought the most apparent portrusion from his pantaloons as it pressed hard against her hip. I wiped some spray from my face with the back of my hand, clearing my eyes. Stonebry had the helpless and bawling Maria tied; hands behind her back and pressed to the small mast. Rope encircled her waist and just under breasts making them stand firm. Her delectable nipples, hard as musketballs, seeming to tear right out of the wet, thin garment. Her legs lashed around the thighs with her ankles bound. The wind blew the clinging cloth tight agaisnt the dark down of her sex. "Thank you, Stonebry," I said with a dismissing wave. He nodded and retreated from the forecastle rejoining the throng below us.

I stood, with fists on hips, lokking her up and down. What a beauty, more desirable than all the gold in Rome. Another wave crashed spraying the deck. I stepped forward, almost pressing against her before I spoke. "Maria, my pet," I whispered into her lovely ear, "you have a choice to make. You may if you wish, be flogged for your crime, in front of my men, twenty lashes should do. Or you can be released right now, and willingly return to my cabin. I believe you would find the secnd course of events far more pleasureable than the first, however, I will leave it up to you." I said turning my back, my blood boiling for her. Never had I seen such a creature, so gloriously displayed. How I wished that she would return with me right now to be warmed into a woman in my bed.

 

[SexyChele]

I hang my head in shame. The crashing waves have drenched my chemise and there is nothing left to the imagination. I might as well be naked. And tied to the mast like a common criminal, does not even afford me an opportunity to cover myself. I try to avoid the eyes of the men below me who stare up, greedy with lust.

At the captain's words, my head snaps up and I glare into his eyes. Flog me? As though I were merely one of his men? Out here? Like this? I could feel myself beginning to shiver, my teeth begin to chatter. I soften my eyes, pleading with the captain. But he mocks me with his own eyes.

I lower my head once more and murmur my acceptance to returning to his cabin, my words carried away by the wind.

"WHAT? What was that Maria? I didn't quite hear you?"

"SI! I will go with you, even though I sell my soul to el Diablo!"

Laughing heartily, he moves to untie the ropes binding me. My hands instinctively move to cover myself, but he pulls my arms behind my back.

"No, no, my pet. I want my men to see the portion I received in all your glory! As long as you do as I say, follow my wishes, none of these men shall touch you - unless I determine it to be so!"

Leading me through the crowd, I feel hungry eyes rake my body. I keep my eyes to the deck, not wanting to see the lust naked before me.

When we get back to the cabin, the captain lights a fire and hands me a blanket. As he wraps it around me, he strokes my shoulders and arms, while his breath is hot against my ear.

"You have made a wise decision this day, Maria. Very wise."

"It was the only one I could make, you mean!"

"Now, Maria, I can still take you back out there and have you flogged. It would do you well to remember that. You wouldn't want the cat o'nine tails ripping this skin, now, would you?"

Fear clutches my heart at his words, and I burrow deeply into the blanket. He runs his hands through my still wet hair, and sighs.

"Well, we are both covered in salt, are we not? Well, then, I think I shall need a bath - and you shall bathe me!"

I whirl around to glare at him, and he gives me a challenging look. He summons the guard outside the door, and orders a bathtub be brought in with hot water. At my shocked look, he laughed.

"Yes, a bath is order. You see, Maria, I can be quite civilized - when I choose to be."

He walked back to me and removed the blanket, and then the chemise, so I stood before him naked. His look was beyond the lust I saw above decks. He takes me into his arms, his lips find mine.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I drank thirstily at her salt-sprayed lips, pulling her chill, slick body close to mine as I do. I feel the twin pellets of her nipples grind against the wet linen of my shirt. With my fingertips, I trace the courses of the water droplets that have slid down her back to the roundness of her cheeks. As I probe the depths of her mouth with my tongue, my hands reach her cheeks and grasp them firmly, lifting her off her feet. She tries to cry out, but it is smothered by our kiss. She throws her arms about my neck for safety. I would have laughed but for the pull of her mouth on my tongue. She raises her legs to grip my hips and I can feel the heat of her pleasure warming my hardness through my soaking breeches.

Suddenly, feeling this herself, her eyes fly open wild with terror and shame as she realized her own wanton passions. She almost squirmed free although she is fighting two enemies now, her own body and myself. Her half- hearted struggles only serve to grind her beckoning opening against my stiffening mast. She tried to scream as I tried to moan, lifting my hips against her pelvis. Her head jerks back as she gasps in shock and desire, eyes wild as a caged Carib.

I carried her to the bed, to end her self-imposed suffering at that exact moment. I made two steps towards the bed when a knock at the door announced my bath. Still holding her snug and staring deep into her eyes, I rolled the timber buried in my straining breeches against her naked gate. "Enter!" I barked like a dog gone mad. The door opened and in came the silver tub and buckets of steaming water. Ahmed entered with Gavin, the cabin boy. Gavin began to shake and spilled some water on the floor. "Get the whelp out of my sight!" I shouted at Ahmed. The hulking turk grunted his acknowledgement. Gavin was busy squawking that he was so sorry, that he would clean it up. The poor boy could not take his eyes off the scene before him. Ahmed led the babbling little madman out of the cabin, slamming the portal behind him. "Maria," I said with an evil grin, "I think you made an impression on the lad. He may wind up falling in love with you."

Not waiting for a response, I let go of the perfect mounds of her ass with slight regret. I turned and pulled up the toppled chair and sat. "You may undress me, Maria," I informed her. Putting my hands behind my head and reclining, I held out a boot-clad foot for the nude goddess in my cabin. She was still struggling with her own feelings, but she hesitated only briefly before crossing to me and staring down at my boot. Her eyes, though she tried to hide them, trailed upwards, following the length of my leg to my still secreted manhood that pressed demandingly against my breeches. Her eyes betrayed her with burning curiosity as she stood before me, pretending to look at my boot. She bit her bottom lip softly in thought as I pulled the baldric over my head and set the rapier on the floor. She reached for my boot gingerly and began with wet fingers to pull at the moist leather. "Maria," I began nonchalantly, her eyes darted up and she gasped as I withdrew the pistol that had been tucked at my waist. I pretended not to notice and continued, "You really should be a bit more hasty. Hot baths in my cabin are not a thing to be missed, eh?" I added staring lustily into her eyes, straight through to her own awakening lust within her naive soul.

 

[SexyChele]

My mind and body are filled with so many conflicting emotions. My mind screamed with embarassment as the bath was brought in - yet the captain seemed to take great delight in knowing my nakedness would cause the cabinboy to stumble.

And now to undress him as some servant! Yet, I remember all too well being tied to mast in front of the men, and I knew he would not hesitate to do it again. And yet, as I approached him, it was impossible not to notice the bulge straining against his breeches. I tried to divert my eyes, yet I had never seen anything like that in real life before. That was what the sisters had said a man must put into a woman - that it will hurt her, it is something to submit to with as little resistance as possible.

Yet, there was another girl at the convent - Elena - who had said it didn't hurt, that in fact the coupling of a man and woman was something of pleasure. Still, Elena had always been in disfavor with the sisters, coming close to being dismissed from the convent. Yet, looking at the bulge growing in his breeches, I wonder at how he can hurt me with that? What kind of weapon can it be?

"You really should be a bit more hasty. Hot baths in my cabin are not a thing to be missed, eh?"

I am suddenly jerked to my senses, and blush furiously as I know he has caught me staring at that which I have no business noticing. Or do it?

Using a cloth to dry my hands, I once more grab the stubborn boot and tug, until I feel it give. Suddenly sliding off of his foot, I lose my balance and wind up sprawled on the floor, my ass slightly smarting. His laughter causes me to glance up, and he looks once more at me with lust burning in his eyes.

"Now the other one, Maria. And try to stay standing with this one!"

Eyes burning, but holding my tongue, I scramble to my feet and clutch the other boot, tugging and pulling until it frees and slides off. I stumble backwards but retain my footing. He stands up in front of me, arms stretched behind his head as he smiles down at me.

"Now my breeches, Maria, if you don't mind? And be quick about it!"

My fingers fumbling over the bindings and brushing against the hardness that I feel straining the fabric, I am suddenly nervous and afraid. My maidenhood will certainly be gone by morning - taken by this man who believed he owned me as a piece of property. But he would never own me completely - never.

Finally, the bindings loosen and I am able to open the prison that his cock is imprisoned in. Looking up fearfully into his face, all I see is his smile, beckoning me on. Grabbing the breeches about the waist, I proceed to pull down, and suddenly, in my face, his manhood comes free and stands proud and at attention. I stop and stare - my first look at this, at a man.

Again his laughter enters my brain, and I see it rack his body.

"What, Maria? Is my manhood such a curiousity to you? Trust me, but morrow, it will not be - no, not a curiosity at all, I should think."

Bending down, he removed the breeches himself, and then picked me up and carried me to the bathtub. It was small, and I doubted that 2 people could fit, but he stepped easily into it, setting me on my feet. Easing himself down, sighing as the warmth encompassed his body, he reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down towards him.

"Come, Maria, join me! And we shall become better aquainted, no?"

I feel myself slip down into the tub, feel the water surround my hips, even as desire surrounds my mind.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I pull her down into the tub on top of me. The some of the hot water spills out in a wave as I pull her lips to mine and kiss her deeply. I probe her mouth with my tongue and her own begins to dance with mine. Breaking our kiss and speaking through a lusty grin, "Now that is more amiable, my pet." Maria's face begins to flush with the realization that she is enjoying her body's reactions.

Gripping Maria's wet and warming skin tight to mine, feeling her erect nipples crush against my chest, her soft thighs glide against my legs in the water, the curls of her down pressing curiously against my member. The only thought burning through my is concentrated on my throbbing head. To be captain is to be in control, so I force myself to wait and enjoy her seduction. To just take her without her begging would be too common. This is a moment to be savored. Shaking my head back to my designs and regaining a little focus, "Maria," I begin softly, "you may wash me now." I add just as I dunk my head under the water line, to wet my hair and to slide against her some more. Taking a nipple breifly into my lisp before surfacing and leaning back against the tub, droplets dripping from my curls to the cabin deck as my engorged head rubs against her hot and swollen button of desire. I watch as Maria's body shudders hard at the new experiences flooding it.

Watching her closed eyes, her parted lips, and feeling her quaking body on top of me makes my head spin. I grasp her shoulders and with our lips barely parted I whisper, "Maria, let me make you a woman. Bathe me with your your own desire. Give in to the fire within you. Accept that your hunger is as great as my own and join me." I stared into her eyes waiting for an answer, looking at her tortured soul. I could see the battle ragin between her body and her convent conditioning in her dark eyes. I could feel her body reacting; smoldering in the flames of desire, fearful of the flames of hell. She looked delicious in her hour of limbo.

I began to slowly rub my shaft against her lips, they quivvered as if attempting to swallow me like a wreck in a malestorm. Her eyes widened and she gasped. I kneaded a breast with one hand, slowly twisting a nipple into a tiny volcanoe of pleasure. The fingers of my other hand slipped across her damp shoulder and up the side of her neck to her chin. Maria turned her head slightly as a fingertip crossed her lips. She began to suck it in spite of herself.

 

[SexyChele]

The life at sea had kept his body firm and well-muscled, and the sight of it, even submerged, began to send my senses reeling in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. As his lips wrapped themselves around my nipple, the tingling in my body caused me to gasp. Many times at night I had lain and toyed with these fine nubs of pleasure, but to feel his lips suck deeply on one caused sensations I'd never before knew existed.

Through the water, I could barely make out the thick, long shaft of his manhood and felt it slide against my sex. The feeling was....odd....in some ways - and very pleasant in others. It felt like a rod of iron covered in the softest silk. And I wondered how anything such as this could cause the pain I'd been told to expect when my husband would make me his.


"Maria, let me make you a woman. Bathe me with your your own desire. Give in to the fire within you. Accept that your hunger is as great as my own and join me."


My heart fluttered at his words, to know the mysteries of what being a woman would mean. But, would there be pain? I looked at his body, my hands gliding over his shoulders and chest. Yes, he was big - far bigger than most men I had seen. Yet, could he be gentle? Instinctively, I knew he knew the ways of women, and this made me blush. What if my inexperience were far evident? What if he found the coupling unpleasant because of my lack of skill?

Still, there was hesitation. What of all that I had been taught? Yet, where could my soul be now? I was already naked with a man, his knowing me, his manhood rubbing against me. Was I not already compromised? If my soul were doomed, were not already so?

Looking up at him, I feel a finger against my lips and instinctively take it into my mouth and begin to suck as a babe does her mother's teat. I begin to imagine his finger is his lips, his tongue - I had heard of things, things I didn't know if any woman could do. And now I found myself imagining them with this man.

As my hand runs over his tight stomach, I feel the curls of the hair covering his tool, and gasp. I feel his hand pull at my neck as he pulls his finger from my mouth. Before I can speak or resist, I feel his lips against mine, soft, gentle, yet firm. From somewhere deep inside of me a spark is lit, and I press my lips tightly against his, kissing with a passion I had not known existed within me.

As my hand reaches lower, I instinctively wrap my fingers around his manhood, yet still unsure of what to do.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I feel her grasp my throbbing blade and hesitate, not out of fear or conflict, but out of a lack of understanding. Kissing her and holding her still, I lift my hips and slip in past her nectar rich lips. Maria's eyes fly wide open as her body is invaded for the first time. I hold her fast as the fear begins to creep back into her face. But her eyes also reveal the desire to learn more.

I break our kiss, still holding her tight. "Maria," I softly say as I gently bump her maidenhead. She reacts with a fearful grimace of pain. "I give you the knowledge of the pleasure you crave." With that, I thrust into her fully. One fast blow, a mercifully quick strike to slay her innocence; so long past its time.

Maria shrieks in the painful death of her childhood. Her maidenhead had shattered like the timbers of a hull, blasted by cannon, releasing the wash of her surf. My rigid flesh is bathed in the bloody birth of her womanhood. I smile and hold myself still in her for a moment as she gathers some composure, her assailed flesh adjusting to accomodate and sheathe the blade that has ran her through. Maria's arms twitch, fingers roll into fists. Her legs begin to go slightly limp around my waist. Her eyes ablaze with desire, fear, pleasure, and pain, the cornerstones of life itself.

I grip her waist and hold her tight to my body as I begin to thrust and grind against her. Hammering her molten flesh into a finely-crafted woman, who is giving in to her desires. Lifting my head, I begin to suckle at her nipples, darting from one to the other. I have to experience all the treasures her new body has to offer as my plunder.
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[SexyChele]

Sharp, stabbing pain. I draw in my breath as he fills me completely - the pain is there, as expected. My body tightens, stiffens, almost afraid to continue.

He waits, allowing my body to become accustomed to this newest invader, As he begins to move, the searing pain lessens slowly, easing from my body, until I can no longer distinguish it.

But another feeling is taking hold over my body. One of fullness and of pleasure. I grasp the captain's neck, not sure of what I should be doing. I close my eyes to absorb all of the pleasure, and slowly I find my hips responding to his movements. I begin to meet them, in a feeling that is wholly new to me.

I feel his hands glide over my body, cupping my breasts, then moving lower as he guides my hips along his shaft. His words come to me - encouraging, welcoming, wanton in their desires. All thrills me and sets my heart to beating rapidly.

I feel him moving rapidly within me, and I try to meet his thrusts as they enter. His movments take my breath away, the feeling is intoxicating. I feel his hips moving with greater speed, with greater need, as his voice fills my ears with my name. Wrapping my arms about him, I hold him close as I feel my body reacting strangely to the man within me.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

Maria, her pain turning to the pleasure, her fear dissipating into full desire, wraps her arms around my neck. Her thighs grip my legs and she engulfs my entire body. Maria's entire being tries to absorb my body just as her sex had swallowed mine. Indeed, rarely, if ever indeed, had my cock savored such a vintage, especially one so fresh from the cask. Relying totally to her instincts, now awakened by the pain of surrender, she holds me close as I glide through her waves. I could feel the tidal wave of her pleasure cresting and breaking across my bow. With one great thrust, I grind our beings together and fire into her depths, a full barrage of seed. We sail together on the cresting whitecaps of bliss. Holding Maria tight, I let out a primal scream of release and fulfilment. She squeezes and sucks with her quim as starved man would devour the first bread of his life. I feel her nails making dents on my skin as she cries moans of wonder into the air of the cabin.

As we both subside, I kiss her soft and full on her sweet lips. She is half-dazed and half- mad as she kisses back. With one hand, I grip the rim of the tub for balance and the other arm sweeps her up by the waist. Lifting her with me as I rise from the water that is now sudsed with tiny crimson droplets of her blood and milky clouds of our combined release. Not breaking the embrace of our lips, I carry her carefully to my bed. Drawing back the coverlet, I lay her down on a saffron, silk pillow, captured off the coast of Madagascar years ago. She moves her lips to speak, but I cover them with a single finger. I rake my gaze fully over my find in the flickering light of the lamp. She is more beautiful than all the gold of Rome and she is in my bed.

I can not help myself from kissing her lips again before I draw the coverlet up over us. Her slick skin breaks out in bumps from the coming chill. As I slide in next to her, my hand follows the course of habit, and glides under her gilded pillow, under her head and brushes against the butt of the pistol stowed there. My other arm glides like the serpent on the apple branch over her abdomen as I pull her body to mine. "Maria, my pet," I whisper in the gathering darkness as Elsbeth pitches on the rain churned waves beneath us. "Welcome aboard my vessel, welcome to my bed. No devil, nor angel, nor man of woman born can deny your heart or challenge your position, so long as there is breath in this body." Grinning triumphantly, "You belong to me now if you would have me?"

 

[SexyChele]

My body tingling, every nerve alive within my body, I quietly let him lift me and place me in his bed. As his eyes rake over my body, I blush slightly, yet still gaze on his face.

As he lays next to me, and covers us both, I can still feel the slight ache from between my thighs. However, this man's gentleness begins to win me over as I start to anticipate him once more entering that most secret of places.

As he draws me near him, I hear his words and they cause me to smile. Lifting my face to his, I close my eyes, wanting to feel his lips on mine once more. Needing no proding, he lowers his face to mine, his lips finding mine. Running my hands up his body, feeling the fine muscles under the skin, the heat of his body warming mine, my desire is once more ignited.

Allowing instinct to take over where knowledge was lacking, I lightly rake my nails over the skin of his shoulders and arms, and am rewarded with his sharp intake of breath and a tightening of his arms about me. Running the length down his body, I follow the curve of his spine to the swell of his ass. At first hesitant, his whispered words encourage me to continue, to not stop. Returning his kiss, I lightly tickle the firm ass cheeks. I catch my breath as I feel him immediately begin to buck against me. Not sure if what I am doing is good or bad, I pull back. He stares into my eyes, before smiling.

"Well, Maria? You never answered my question. Would you have me? Would you belong to me?"

Looking at him with complete trust, I smile and nod before whispering my response.

"Yes, Captain, I would have you."

I feel the wanton desire as his body covers mine in a crushing embrace, and welcome it. Opening my arms and my thighs, I draw him in, draw him close to me, as my lips gently lay kisses on his neck.

"Take me. Take me again."

"No, my sweet. Not until you have learned other pleasures first."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

Maria lying there, begging me to take her, totally opened to my desires, completely surrendered to her awakened passions. It was enough to make my head buzz and my drained cock twitch in response. Every fiber of my iron will was required to control myself and not fall to her request immiediately. "Nay, my sweet. Not until you have learned other pleasures first," I state calmly through narrowly concealed desires. I watch as her eyes smolder with curiousity and slight disappointment. Maria's instincts are red hot, but she is not yet fashioned into refined sheathe pleasure. I must strike while the iron is hot!

I cast the blankets aside, baring her fully to my gaze, her skin still slick from the bath and glistening. I can not help but lick my lips with anticipation as the sight of her fuels my lust once again. I lay down on my back squarely in the middle of the bed, slightly dislodging Maria, from her position. "Maria," I begin in a soft and cerebral tone, "you are lucky to be a woman. Once a woman can be roused to desire, as you have the fires can burn forever, it would seem." Her smoldering eyes seem pleased and silently confused at my words. I smile into them and continue, "However, if you want warmth to continue, to not let the embers of your passion subside, you must learn how to keep a man's log full, so that it can feed your lust." I pause and watch her mind race over my words for a moment, unsure of what I have said. Perhaps, even fear that she has failed in her first aquiessence of bliss. Oh how she has succeeded, though. I must tell her after she has learned. No need to get the student full of themselves before they have mastered the arts.

SLowly I grip her wrist and slowly pull it down to my chest, feeling her figners absorbing the knowledge of my flesh as we cross my abdomen. Her fingers, pressing into the muscles of her instructor insitinctively and anxiously. Finally we reach my half masted pole. I guide her fingers to it and release her wrist. "My pet," I say as I enjoy the caress of her trembling figners, "I have often instructed my cutthroats 'to keep thier blades, well sharpened and cleaned. Ready for their purpose, take care of your blade and it will take care of you', I have told them." That is how men survive, by taking care of their baldes. Women are no different, Maria, they must care for thier blades as well, if their passions are to survive." I placed my hands behind my head and locked my fingers as I looked into her eyes and continued, "Kisses are the first kindlings to a woman's fires, yes?" She knodded, shifting quietly and feeling my strength return beneathe her touch, she could not keep her eyes off it, her lips parted with unknown instincts that puzzled her overwhelmed mind. Her body had taken complete control of her actions. "Kisses and the oriface of the mouth are but the second of three ports of call for a man's lance, my sweet. Go on, Maria, please me, take care of the blade that serves you." I say with a soft grin as I lean my head back against the carved teakwood headboard, a couple of fingers gripping to of the tooled bars. "Awaken my passionate log with your flames, my pet." I whisper as I feel her quivver from a new excitement.

 

[SexyChele]

At first his words bring about confusion. And then realization slowly dawns. I look at his semi-erect penis and then into his eyes. The thought of putting - HIM - in my mouth? Do women do this? Is this expected?

He smiles back at me, his hands behind his head, watching me in my dilema. I look back at his cock, my desire to please growing within me. My fingers curl around the base of his manhood, as I lower my lips to it. Lightly kissing the tip, I'm shocked at how soft the skin feels - almost like velvet.

"Yesssss, Maria," he sighs from above me, and I become more emboldened.

Moving my lips down the shaft, gently kissing the soft skin that covers the growing iron beneath. I am amazed that I can have such an effect on this man.

"Your tongue, my dear Maria. Let us find out the wonders and magic it can perform."

Taking the clues given me, I begin to lick the shaft of his growing erection, feeling the veins against my tongue, the shape and contours. I suddenly feel his hands in my hair that has surrounded my face as a curtain. Gently wrapping his fingers into it, he pulls it away from my face and I realize he has an unobstructed view of what I am doing to him.

Licking the length of his cock, I can only hope that I am not causing disappointment, yet his sighs confirm that there is enjoyment for him as well. Coming up to the tip, I am consumed with providing him with as much pleasure as I know how. Opening my lips I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, closing my lips firmly around the head. His gasp tells me that my timing is just right. Instinctively, I begin to suck, my tongue still licking the soft skin even as my lips are stretched by the solid iron beneath.

I feel his fingers now, running through my hair, tickling my scalp, brushing along the side of my face. As his hips start to move against me, I tightened my grip on his cock and begin to move it back and forth, meeting his thrusts. Hoping that all is alright, I move my head slightly to enable myself to look directly into his eyes.

He catches his breath, and smiles as I feel his hand on the back of my head.