Life on the Pirate High Seas (Open to one woman)

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Pirate Captain Simon Lowe
Height 6'0"
Weight 150lbs
Blue eyes
Long raven black hair braided that runs to between my shoulder blades.
Physical attributes: clean shaven, square jaw, with tight sun kissed skin and a small scar under the lip from a old fight


It is a common misconception that life as a pirate was full of plunder, rum, and women on the high seas. Let me put that misconception to rest. It was hard where if we were caught we would be hanged and we had to capture ships in order to ensure our next meal. It was rare, far more rare than a blue moon, that we would capture a treasure galleon filled to the brim of Spanish gold, silver, and jewels, instead, most were smaller vessels that would have cargo of no real use such as lumber, or fur. Fur was not going to keep our stomachs full or fill our purses but a ransom would. We would go to a friendly port and ransom off the ships with the crew.

I took this career out of the need for coin and the lovely life of the sea. As pirates we were loyal only to ourselves. I was elected to my position as captain because I was successful. In one month I captured seven prizes that we ransomed off and gathered over 18,000 Sterling, but if I was to lose their confidence then I would be ousted and possibly marooned on a isolated island.

Anyone and everything could be our prey; even towns. Ah, the Caribbean life, even after the death of the likes of Blackbeard, Calico Jack, and Captain Kidd many thought that now the time of the pirates was long over, it was not. As long as there was a ship on the sea and a profit to make there was always a pirate to be found.

After a month of capturing prizes we set our sights on the British port of Sainte Kitts that we heard had a fleet of thirty merchant ships said to be carrying one hundred thousand British pounds in their hulls, tax collections from the American colonists bound for King George. We had no sympathy to the colonists nor to the crown. A prize was a prize and as we set sail with our frigate, the Excellency, with 32 guns we were confident in our journey. Once Sainte Kitts fell the English women would be lovely, then to Saint Martinque with the volumptous Dutch, the sweet tongued French in Barbados, and the insatible Spanish along the coast of Americas. We have raided them before and sometimes they welcomed us back.

We sacked one small coastal town called Gibralter and when we sailed in the mayor came out and immediately opened the town to us. A smart man and what followed was a grand old time of women, drink, and more of the same as we all had full purses and I had three women hanging on me for three days. If we sacked St. Kitts the promised booty would permit us to live the good life for far longer.

We had concerns; a British squadron, foul weather, privateers or another pirate ship. We had a Code that we followed, however, we all had prices on our heads and anyone could come and claim it.

This story's plot is up in the air as there are many possible roles in which a woman can be. PM me if you're interested or have questions as I am quite open and flexible.
 
Standing on the forecastle as the mighty frigate rose and dipped with the gentle waves I was met by Argus Tisdale our sailing master. A mighty man of forty years with a full grown salt and pepper hair and a well built body that showed his years of the life as a privateer as well as a pirate. He has been with me for only a few months. He had shot the sun and ensured our course was true to Sainte Kitts and we would arrive in four days hence. Though the waves were swelling the weather gauge was in our favor so we were moving at a now swift 10 knots.

As we stood there, feeling the waves splashed over the gun deck Thisdale turned to m and enquired what we would do once we sailed into Sainte Kitts. The gun batteries on land that over looked the harbor would be a problem thus our reason for a night sortie. We would steal into the harbor until we either made it to the ships or if the alarm was raised.

Tisdale also asked, "If we do succeed in sacking the town, what will you do?"

Looking at him, with a smile on my lips said, "Well, I would like two women to accompany me on the first night," laughing. "One a redhead and the other a blonde!"

To this Tisdale laughed and remarked, "Tis a great plan, but I believe I will do better with three women and the third being a lovely brunette!"

Our men shared the sentiments, but such dreams would only come to fruitition if we succeeded. When the weather calmed I ordered that our men repaint the ship to give us the resemblence of a English merchant complete with a white ensign with the st. George cross of red for Britain.
 
Many miles out to sea from Sainte Kitts, a small row boat bobbed across those same gentle swells. Although the small boat could carry many more people, this one carried a single woman. She was slumped over from days without water or food. But even in this state, anyone could tell she was a very beautiful woman of about twenty years of age. She was dressed in an expensive gown, one for a wealthy young English lady. Her blonde hair was braided into a ponytail, exposing her flawless face. She squinted against the sunlight, blinking, showing off her deep green eyes, and then slumped back against the side of the row boat, appearing to pass out. Her figure was extraordinary. The further she leaned, the tighter her dress hugged the contours of her impressive breasts. Her full-bosomed loveliness produced a three-inch cleavage crack a top the scoop neck of her dress. As the English lady slumped over more, the three-inch cleavage crack gained another couple of inches, allowing the lace trim that formed the outer hem of her low-cut bra to show. Her long sexy legs could not be seen, due to the length of the dress… but one could guess they are as beautiful and sexy as the rest of her.

High in the crow’s nest, the sharp eyed pirate yelled down to the two people standing on the forecastle of the pirate frigate.

“Sailing Master … small row boat off the port bow …” He cried out to the experienced sailing master. The ship altered course to intercept the row boat. Soon both men could see the single beautiful passenger in the craft.

“Captain … you speak about one redhead and one blonde … and the sea god listened … and gives us a blonde!! The luck of the sea god is with you.” Angus stated half joking, but also half serious. It takes only a few minutes and the passed out young lady is on the main deck. She is still unconscious. As the crew ogled her, they all awaited a decision from the captain on what to do with her.
 
"Food and water for this woman" I ordered to get the crew back to their duties and instructed two others to carry her to my cabin. There was some disagreement as they believed that she was to be only mine as with pirates we shared everything but as captain they obeyed. When she was brought in and placed on a straw mattress our cook brought in a pint of rum and some hard bread and cheese and dismissed him.

She was very pretty, God has blessed her with natural beauty, but I did not throw myself on her just yet. It was curious to have a woman on a small boat by herself this far out at sea and when she began to gain conciousness I wanted to ask her many questions. Perhaps there was a British fleet at anchor there that would jeopardize our mission or worse a large ship of the line already out here waiting for us.

"You're sucha strong speciman to be here on your own" I said to the woman sitting in a small chair at the foot of the mattress. Because we did not have such clothes in which for her to change I ordered a carpenter whom was a good seamtress to have a fresh set of clothes made for our new guest but that would take some time as we continued to sail for our destination unabated.

"What brings ye this far?" I asked.
 
“Oh good sir …thank you for saving me …” Chloe said to the handsome ship captain. She took a quick sip of some more rum and another bite of cheese to renew her strength.

“It is a sad tale …” she began … “I am Chloe Conner, the youngest daughter of Lord Conner, of Gosport, England.” Chloe explained. “I was being sent to Sainte Kitts as an arranged marriage with the Town’s Mayor, Master Robert Donnell. I know what you are thinking … The mayor is close to 60 and I’m just 19. But the life of a noble’s daughter … is not her own to choose …” She explained … and added in her own mind with a bit of glee “until now!”

“So I was sent to the New World and join my betrothed. But traveling by sea is dangerous!! There are pirates … cruel, vile, evil men … that prey on shipping. But you must know this … being a merchant ship” She said as Captain Lowe, raised an eye brow trying not to give away his cover. “A french pirate named black eye Phillipe LaMont, attacked the ship and captured me. He tried to rape me … but I bit his … well his manhood. He was so angry … he placed me on that rowboat … with nothing to drink but a bucket of the crew’s … well the crew’s seed. He said he would be back in a few days to recovery me …I’m so glad you came along when you did! I have been saved!!” Chloe finished her story
 
"The devil you say!" exclaiming, "LaMont?" leaning in and wanting to learn more but I know it would be torture to ask such a fragile person just picked from the waters but I had to. "Tell me, young lass, how many ships does he possess?" He was a man that I was overally familiar with. Many years ago we were able seamen on a British man-of-war under the iron fist of a cruel Captain, a wee brat thatwould flog men for the slightest infraction and I believed took delight in seeing them suffer. We had but two choices; kill him or desert. We did both.

When we were taken aboard a small pirate ship LaMont quickly took commmand and his cutthroat character immediately arose and i thought I traded one hell for another and jumped for another ship as soon as i saw it and now I commanded my own vessel.

LaMont, last I heard, had a large French built frigate named LaCroix, of forty guns, very powerful and swift and in his expert hands was more than a challenge for us.

Observing the young lass as she ate the meager ration enquired if there was anything else i could do as we were nearing St. Kitts but did not inform her as to our intentions before going to the door and shooing away a bunch of slacked jawed men that were trying to steel a peaek at the fish we hooked, "Away with you!"
 
Chloe swung her blonde ponytail onto her back with a twist of her head. “you know of this vile creature, one of his eyes was put out, in a fight … it is all black, and where his nick name comes from “black eye”. Are you sure?" She asked her beautiful face showing concern… as her deep green eyes looked into the Captain face.

“I saw only one ship … but it was a powerful one. The merchant ship I was on … simply surrendered after a short chase. I was taken captive, for the ransom possibilities I think. The rest of the crew were stranded on a small island and given a crate of guns. Black eye told them once they got hungry enough … they would be shooting each other and eating each other. He really is the son of the devil!” Chloe said trying to answer his question. She adjusted how she sat in her seat making her extraordinary buxom chest sway in her scoop neck of her dress.
 
After shooing the men away and closing the door and looking back at the woman her breasts were swaying as a flag does with a light breeze, very striking but after hearing her tail I was trying to remain focused on my tasks. If LaMonte was in these waters I had to be on guard constantly for the well being of this ship and its crew compared to a pair of beautifuls breasts and a adorable face.

For a young lady of only 19 she had maturity as well as natural beauty that was distracting. I could see why many men would not only gawk but also desire for her to be in their bed.

"Do you know where this island may be? If we have the wind and tide in our favor we can come and fetch them but only after we finished our business in Saint Kitts."
 
Chloe stood up, causing her dress to pull tight and form-fit over her big heavy sacks of pleasure. The captain could see her nipples poking at the dress, trying to break through. The low-cut neckline revealing more of her cleavage, pushing the captain’s sexual response buttons. Her dark green eyes sparkled as they looked into his.

Captain … I’m sorry … but I’m not very good at navigation.” She said in her British accent. “It was within one day’s sailing of where the pirates had dropped me off in the rowboat. They had sailed directly into the setting sun … so are the island is east of here. But where, I do not know … I think they can last a while … by fishing for food …I have a request … I do not wish to marry the mayor of Saint Kitts. Is it possible that my rescue be kept a secret?” She walked slowly toward him, her big jugs shifting in the dress ... tempting him. Her green eyes begging him as she stood in front of him “I will do anything … necessary to encourage you to help me, you but need to ask”
 
"Do not worry, young lass," I said to her to keep her calm as she was becoming rather excited and with that those large mammories she has been blessed with were swaying more and my eyes were widening and tempting as they were reach out and touch them but I retrained myself asi refered to her worry of the condened people were on that island, "if they are smart then they will know how to fish."

They were of no concern. All that worried me was reaching St. Kitts whilst avoiding LaMonte.
 
"and my request to remain undiscovered during your visit to Saint Kitts?" she asked gently placing her hand on his an arm. “I can be very friendly, to people that help me” she added still looking into his eyes.
 
"Very well, young on. You will remain onboard as we venture into the habor. I ask you remain inside my cabin during that time. You will be provided for. If any one ask, you are my guest." Giving her a reassuring smile as one of my men knocked on the door that needed my attention. He was half looking at me and half at the buxom mermaid befre I conveyed my order and ushered him off.

Having her onboard was going to place a jynx on us as sailors we were superstius and having women onboard was considered bad luck but I could not cast her back to the sea to fend for herself especially on so beautiful and when she touched and made a offer I could not refuse it. "Youare welcome to my cabin and when our tailor is finished you will be clothed. Until then, I ask that you remain here as your...beauty...will distract my men from their tasks. We must be alert now that the likes of LaMonte are here. Now, if you'll pardon me I must venture to the gundeck."

Leaving her there were many that were drawn towards me and asking I she was for me alone. Moving along the gun deck I addressed their concern. "Saint Kitts has hundreds of women such as these in their salons and homes. Far more than there are men here. Be no concerned for hat one and focused on the horizon."
 
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Argus Tisdale was soon at the Captain’s side, nudging him with his ebow. “She is one tasty wench … I have never seen jugs that big on such a slim frame, it is surprising she can even stand upright and not topple over!!” he joked, and then he got serious. “We have brought the rowboat aboard and I looked at it more closely … Tis from the LaCroix … Lamont ship!! … I have everyone on extra alert, I hope we do not run into that bastard.”

Down below, Chloe got comfortable … she had always liked being at sea and had never gotten sea sick. In fact, she had wondered … as a fantasy … how great a life sailing the seas would be … what fun … total freedom … to go where you wanted … to meet new people and have exciting adventures. The captain’s cabin had numerous books, obviously he was well read. She took one down and sat at the fantail window and read. A few hours later, her new clothing arrived. She quickly removed her fancy dress and stood naked, looking out the fantail window. It seemed naughty … but no one could see her … there was only water behind the ship. She caressed her breasts gently … watching her nipples grow hard … squeezing each of them … until a small moan escaped her lips. “I wish …” she said aloud, she wanted to say “I wish I had a lover” … but she finished with “I wish I had more time”

And she started to put on her new outfit. Everything fit great, as she finished lacing up her bodice. She stared at her new look in the captain’s shaving mirror… and she gasped in surprise. She looked incredible!! She looked like a pirate wench and a very sexy pirate wench with the bodice desperately trying to prevent her ripe melons from bursting out. She understood why the captain did not want her topside. The only thing missing was a sword. She needed a cutlass!! Oh and either a pirate hat or a pirate bandanna. She searched the cabin and found a red rag to create the bandanna, and she also found a long dagger, not quite a sword, but she looked dangerous!! Finished, she returned to her book.
 
"If what she says is true then what must we do?" Tisdale enquired, "ship is ship is more than a match for ours." I shared his sentiments but would not sway from our mission. It was to remain steady on until we reached Saint Kitts.

"That woman is to remain under my protection," saying to Mister Tisdale loud enough for everyone to hear, "until we reach the harbor and we will see from there. Until that time, the whole lot of you not touch her."

Knowing these men, able seamen as they were, were still men and having a lusty body onboard every. one them wanted to have a tun with Miss Chloe and all deposit their seed in one form or another into or on her, but at any rate she was to remain protected.

"Still trying to find a redhead to accomplish your fantasy, eh?" Tisdale laughed.

"Of course!"
 
Night had fallen and the Port of Saint Kitts lay directly ahead. The sea had never seemed so beautiful or so full of promise thought Master Tisdale as the ship approached silently. The luck of the sea god was with Captain Lowe! … He had thought with the arrival of the beautiful buxom blonde everything would turn sour for them …but now the rich port was theirs for the taking!

But just as he completed that thought … a whisper from one of Excellency crew … and a point hand … showed where a small boat with a lantern was approaching. Bad luck. Or was this the result of having that woman aboard!! If the small boat raised the alarm … they were at the entrance of the harbor, within cannon range of both guarding forts. A battle here would be disastrous.

Master Tisdale turned to the captain and waited for his orders. But before the captain could say anything, there was a hale from the small boat “Merchant ship … state your vessel's name and business in Saint Kitt” The voice mostly likely the harbor master or assistance harbor master had that typical British authority behind it. They should have known the port would add some extra security with so many merchant vessels and money in their harbor. Their added defense was simple but effective … authentication of the ships entering the harbor while the guarding forts cannons were at their most deadly range. Even at night when visibility was poor, the small boat with the light could be used to guide the cannon fire to the attacking ship.

Captain Lowe thought for a few seconds and then stated “This is Lord Conner’s merchant ship, Trader III, carrying cargo from Gosport and Mayor Donnell betroth, we have been chased by pirates and seek safe haven”

There was some laugher on the small boat, followed by “The mayor has been eagerly awaiting your arrival … We thought the old bastard couldn’t get it up anymore!! Please dock at pier 6” The small boat turned around and headed back to port. Master Tisdale released his breath and smiled … the heavy chested blonde had just saved all their lives! Maybe women at sea were not bad luck after all!!
 
As the small boat ushered us into the harbor the gun crews were waiting beside their cannons, gunports closed but guns loaded and slow matches burning. The whole place was full of merchant ships, their holds bursting with the luxuries and wealth of the new world. Just one of them would give them enough money for a year and to take a whole fleet would set them for life.

Informing Ms. Chloe to stay inside my cabin for her safety I ventured to the forecastle with Mister Tisdale keeping our calm as we drew closer to our destination. Thus far, not a shot was fired and no alarm raised. We were looking at one another and the crew at me with baited breath for the command. My concern was the forts that overlooked the harbor. We knew they were there and their gunners were good but we were better. The first would be the first to recieve our fire with solid shot but we waited until just before touching the dock I shouted, "Let fly!"

The bosun swung the wheel hard to port and the gunports opened and the guns run out and began firing. The small boat that guided us was shocked when we suddenly changed our course then the ship rocked when the bow cut the dinky boat and sent the people in it splashing into the cold waters.

Once the first shots began to ring there was a scramble to take out the defenses as quickly as possible. Every gun was firing at any target that could be brought to bear.
 
Chloe was sound asleep in the captain's cabin when all hell broke loose. Cannon fire along with the shouts of men … and more scrambling ... and then more cannon fring . She jumped out of bed … dressed in only a very short night gown. It was more like a oversized man’s shirt. The topics were a hot and humid place even at night and a regular conservative English night gown would have been very uncomfortable. So as Chloe ran to the fantail window, her large unconstrained bosom bounced like two beach balls. She stood there and watched the bright flashes of light as the cannon fired. Her sexy ass just visible below the shirt. The ship trembled with each shot sending ripples through her enormous breasts.

But the light show did not last long … as most of the fort’s guns were pointed out to sea, not back at the harbor. And all the merchant ships were only lightly armed … their crews were on shore on liberty. So with the fort's guns knocked out the Excellency docked … and fought a small battle with the port’s garrisoned troops. But this too did not last long. Chloe had time to dress in her new outfit including her long dagger. But she did not leave the captain’s cabin, instead she waited for the captain to return and tell her what happened.
 
In just an hour's worth of fighting the harbor capitulated to the pirates and the governor was dragged from his mansion to the harbor front where all the prisoners, both the sailors and the inhabitants of St. Kitts were taken out from their safe havens and forced to watch the capitulations of the city to Captain Lowe. It was rare that pirates would attack harbor, especially one so properly fortified but we had surprise, stealth, and luck on our side as the governor was placed before me, clad only his night gown. He did not grovel instead tried to keep himself proper whilst looking up at me.

He addressed me only as a pirate but knew that we were victorious as the fort smoldered and the white flag hung limp on the pole. Looking at him I made my demands. If my demands were satisfied then the harbor and the city, with its inhabitants would be spared but the torch and further humiliation. We will take the ships, with the cargo and crew with us and to spare the city I demand fifty thouand pounds of not just gold but silver and whatever you people use to create your dishes with." Pausing for a moment and looking at the man whom was in no position to plead or barter I remembered the buxom Ms. Chloe that was still gracing my cabin with her natural beauty and remembered my fantasy, "And I demand a redhead."

The governor looked up at me perplexed, "Sar?"

"A redhead. a buxom redhead. Nay, make that two. One for me and one for my crew!" and they cheered and demanded this.
 
It took a bit of time … but the town soon had the Excellency loaded with the fifty thousand pounds of gold and silver and some clay for making dishes. The two redheads were a small problem until one of the guards mentioned that he was aware of some ladies which performed a massage service for a fee. The town basically paid for their services for an extended period of time (1 month). The first girl’s name was Brandy

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And the second was named Ginger

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The large number of merchant ships was a problem. There were just not enough pirates to control that many ships. Although the merchant crews were there to assist, a small number of pirates were required to control each ship. With 32 merchant ships in the port, there just weren’t enough pirates to man all the ships.

The Captain and Master Tisdale, picked the 5 most profitable ones and placed enough pirate crews on them to ensure there would no problems. Additionally, one of the ships in port was an ammunition ship. The captain had a dozen barrels of gun powder and an equal amount of flammable oil transferred to the Excellency.

The crew had a grand old time in the town while all of these various preparations and arrangements were completed. The senior officers however were very busy, and it was not until the ship pulled out of the harbor the next evening that Captain Lowe made it back to his cabin. What he found surprised him.

There on the bed was Chloe, leaning back with her legs spread nice and wide, enjoying Brandy’s manipulations. Chloe held her swollen pussy lips far apart, as Brandy licked and stroked the tight button of her pinky-finger-thick clit. Brandy sucked on her pussy hard and flicked her tongue over the excited girl’s sensitive clit. With her free hand, her fingers stroked the clit faster and faster, as Chloe moaned in pure pleasure her hips thrusting at Brandy’s pleasing mouth.

“OOHHHHHH YESSSSSSS” the cute blonde gasped as she came … just as she looked up and saw the Captain enter the cabin.
 
Closing the door and clearing my throat to shake the ladies from their little fun, "Evening, ladies. What goes here?" as I shucked my jacket and placed it on a hook and then sa t on the foot of the same bed and removed my worn boots and then the socks. Running around on shore would have left my sore and blistered but St. Kitts had well paved roads and this time I was unaffected by this privation.

Turning to them, both well endowed ladies, one a blonde and the other a redhead, my dream was fully realized with them on my bed and the ship leaving port with the well laden ships in tow. wWe would take them to a piort and sell of the contents and we be rich men and crawling into the bed with the ladies looked at their chests and then their eyes, "Shall we begin?"
 
Both girls smiled when the captain entered the cabin. Chloe quickly regained her breath she voiced to Brandy “told you he was cute!” Both girls help the captain get undressed. As they worked his pants down his body and out of the way, they freed the massive but still semi-hard erection, he proudly possessed. The size and thickness made both women swoon. Below his imposing cock were his equally impressive balls, a sign of his potency.

“OH MY” Chloe moaned as she stared at the huge cock. “This is going to be fun!” she added.

“WOW, I have been with a few men … and that might be the biggest I have seen” Brandy said thinking about how it would stretch her pussy.

“I don’t think it’s at full size yet either!!” Chloe added and bend over grabbed the big cock and started to stroke it with both hands. Leaning in she kissed the massive thing … licked down the shaft. “mmmmmmm” she moaned, she almost drooled over it. The chesty blonde return to the cockhead and opened her mouth wide, sucked it in. Her tongue flicked over the tip …teased it.

“MMMMMMM” The Captain grunted in pleasure as his rod grew to a full erection.

Brandy watched with curiosity as the blonde started to work on his massive, veined girth

The Captain said “Why don’t you help your friend there, sweet thing” Brandy added her wet lips to the huge jutting cock, licking it with the tip of her tongue. Then she went lower to his balls … sucking on each and returning to his cock.

Meanwhile Chloe had her hands wrapped around the huge stiff cock shaft, her mouth sucking on the throbbing cock-head. She pulled back until her lips caught on the back of the swollen glan and she licked all the way around the cock head. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the slit in the tip of the big throbbing cock and licked away the drops of pre-cum. Her mouth slowly took in his dick, inch-by-inch, as if she was a sword swallower. She only could take 8 inches in … before her mouth retreated, and then she attacked it again. Her face bobbed up and down on the giant cock.

Brandy was working on those big balls, sucking, flicking her tongue over them as the captain moaned “MMMMMMM”. Then Brandy got an idea … she replaced Chloe’s hands wrapped around the cock with her own. Brandy stroked up and down the length of his shaft. Stroking the cock into Chloe’s sucking mouth … feeding Chloe that big rod.

“Suck on that big cock, you big titted slut” she told her friend. Her warm hands and smooth stroke caused the cock to twitch in anticipation, Captain Lowe was getting ready to cum. It was the combination of Chloe’s hungry mouth and Brandy’s hands … it was almost too much for him to take, but he managed to control himself and keep fucking Chloe’s sexy sucking mouth.
 
Laying on the bed at the full mercy of these two women as they pleased me as well as each other. Before I had even arrived they had been working each other up into a frenzy as the ship now left the harbor and having them onboard was going to leave me quite fullfilled for many days as they grasped their slender fingers around the fat diameter of the shaft and took turns trying to slide it down their gullet.

Such language coming from their drooling mouths was savoring and flattering at the same time as their hefty breasts dragged across my lap and legs as they fought for control of the meat. My fantasy has been fullfilled of having a buxom redhead and blonde at the same time inside my cabin, but all this time I did not say anything but lay and felt their hot breath striking my skin as they panting and heaved but fully satisfied as this was just the beginning of the whole affair between us.

For the crew there was much more happening for them, this I knew for the second redhead I demanded in the ransom was outside the cabin.
 
Brandy pressed herself against Captain Lowe, flattening her breasts against his back. He could feel her diamond-hard nipples jabbing his back. Chloe finally released his erect cock, that was jutting out before him, eager for satisfaction.

Chloe turned around and thrust her ass up at him. The Captain pressed his cock against her ass crack and she adjusted her position. When the head of his cock pressed against her pussy lips, she pressed backward and his cock sank deep inside her hot, tight love hole.

He wrapped his hands around her hips and held her as he pulled back and thrust forward. Brandy stood behind him, pressing her massive jugs into his back, her stiff nipples seeming like they would drill holes in his shoulders. She reached around him and wrapped her finger and thumb around the base of his cock, acting like a human cock-ring that seemed to make his rigid rod even harder and stiffer as he pounded into Chloe¹s soaked pussy. “Fuck that nasty royal SLUT” she whispered

Chloe accepted every one of his powerful thrusts, finally snaking a hand under herself so she could stroke her clit with the tip of her finger as he fucked her. Her fingers rubbed against the side of his cock as he pumped into her. The faster he pumped into her, the faster she stroked her clit, and when she came, she came hard, muffling her scream of pleasure in the flesh of her forearm as her entire body shook with orgasm.

Captain Lowe hadn't come yet, and Brandy pulled him back and his still-rigid cock sprang free of Chloe’s quivering cunt. Brandy pushed him down into the bed, then knelt before him and dropped her heavy tits in his lap, surrounding his slick cock with soft tit flesh. She pressed her tits together and shook them. He felt like he was fucking tit-flavored water balloons during a massive earthquake.

Finally, she quit shaking her tits and just pressed them tight around his cock. He pumped his hips up and down and his cock easily slid between her tits, the swollen head popping free every so often. He pumped his hips again and again, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He came hard, sending a thick spray of cum all over Brandy’s tits. Then he collapsed back on the bed, totally spent. Chloe licked Brandy’s tits completely clean swallowing the cum while he watched.
 
Spurting as a volacon that rose and fell onto her chest and glazed them with thick spunk that released all of the tension inside of my body and collasped onto the bed as Brandi leaned in and began to clean it all up but as she was doing this though I knew that this was not going to be the end. I had spent months on the sea with no woman to be with and all that was forming up and hanging inside of my testicles thus when it erupted it was just just a trickle but a whole volcano that took both of the women aback that so much could be kept inside and when I collasped they went to cleaning with the belief that it was done and I would not be able to rise but I was Captain Lowe.

When Brandy had lap up the last of the drops that had rolled off of Chloe's buxom chest she felt herself being pulled away and pushed onto the bed, face down, and felt the rod penetrate her vaginal entry as it turned into an iron rod and slammed in deep. The last four inches and the testicles were still hanging outside as it slammed inside and slid out with each pelvic thrust as I ran her ragged. The bed shuddered as Brandy tossed her head back, all the of redhair flailing in the air as her whole body shuddered from the impacts as the good captain was renting her ragged.

Giving her a hearty slap on each cheek that left deep impacts on that large, soft backside in just a couple of minutes my used body reached the apex and the entire legnth was removed and stroking the entire legnth a few more times I growled for the wench to roll onto her back so that I could ejaculate onto her beautiful face. As soon as she rolled over white liquid shot out of the rod and slapped her into the face and stung as it rolled into her eyes but I was satisfied with the image bestowed as she was covered with globs on her forehead and rolling down the eyues as tears and more on the lips. It was not as big as the first but I came twice and now fell onto the bed and ordered Chloe to clean her up, but she did so before I could complete the order and the two woman were rolling around with each other, kissing and grasping to clean it up.
 
Captain Lowe had some time to study the two girls. Chloe was mind-blowing in the voluptuousness of her naked body. As she rolled and licked the cum off Brandy’s face … he looked at her breath-taking splendor. Her figure was fantastic and her tits were assuredly EE cups or bigger and rested heavily on her chest.

Brandy on the other hand was wilder in appearance, she had red hair … but there were some other colors in there too, a little blue and some purple. She couldn’t have been over 20 years old, and her breasts were very firm. What excited him even more was how full they were and so little sagging. Her areolae were narrow and deeply pigmented and located high on her breast, with centrally placed nipples that were hard and excited.

Chloe bent over to kiss one of Brandy’s breasts, her hips and buttocks wiggled in his face. He saw the neatly trimmed triangle of blonde pubic hair between her thighs. What a sexy exciting view. He was a lucky man … to have two such fine looking women in his bed. That wiggling sexy ass was begging him to fuck it. And his cock grew hard again … wanted to please these women some more.
 
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