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This story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards. Please don't
plunder it for your own pleasure.
I wrote this story a few years ago and even though I know I can
write better, I think it has a certain charm. This is the first
part of a FINISHED novella that involves a male sub, one
eccentric female Captain and a ship full of sexually adventurous
women. Yes, it's that kind of story. There's bondage,
domination, spanking, oral sex, anal sex, orgies, pirate lingerie
and even a little romance. What there isn't any of are
pedophilia, nonconsensual sex, and anything involving former
food.
Big thanks to Souvie and Pami who always had an interest in
this story and bugged me to post it. Big thanks to Alexis who
told me I could do better. Even bigger thanks to Alicia who
thought it was quite good and gave it one last edit. A big thanks
to all the Thigh Vs. Thigh fans who let me know that funny
erotica had an audience. I hope this story entertains them as
much as Amy and Bethany did.
I am also currently storing this story at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ShonRichards/ where you can
find every part up to now.
I happily read any e-mail sent me and even manage to respond
promptly.
"Her Cabin Boy" Part 5 By Shon Richards
A redheaded angel woke me up. When I first opened my eyes, I
gasped in shock at the beauty of the woman sent to bring me my
breakfast. Topless and far too dirty this early in the morning;
she looked to me like the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
As I became more awake I remembered that I was on board a ship
full of beautiful women like her and the initial thrill began to
die down. After only a day on board the Saucy Wench, I was
beginning to take topless redheads for granted.
I tried to start a conversation with her but she was too busy
for idle chatter. She rushed right out of my room as soon as I
fell out of my hammock. In fact she looked scared even to be
talking to me. I shrugged and tore into the bowl of oatmeal and
toast that had been brought. I was becoming aware that I wasn't
going to be the most popular person on this ship, not after the
display Captain Drake went through with Leigh. Only the
masochistic women were going to be talking to me.
With roughly an hour to myself before I woke up Captain Drake,
I decided to take a shower. Since I would have to share a common
shower I was perplexed on what to wear. I searched through my
chest of clothes and found a really skimpy pair of swim trunks.
They were very tight on me and had these tacky red and white
stripes but they were better than being nude. Wrapping a towel
around my waist, I rushed down the hall and stepped into the
showers. I was hoping that this early in the morning, no one
else would be up. I was wrong.
As soon as I opened the door to the showers, a gust of steam
hit me in the face. Voices could be heard over the running
showers, at least four different ones. It was difficult to go in
as I had no idea how the ladies would react to me walking in
while they were naked. There was a small area with sinks and
benches that was separate from the actual showers and I stayed
there for about five minutes as I worked up my courage. I had
already used up my bravery for the morning just getting thisfar.
As intimidated as I was to walk into a shower of nude women, I
decided it would be more embarrassing to explain to someone why I
was just sitting in the dressing area. Leaving my towel on a
bench, I braved the doorway into the showers.
The conversation stopped as I walked in. The four ladies just
stood there and looked at me. I looked back at them. All of
them were gorgeous of course, and all appeared to be in their
early twenties. They were all naked and extremely soapy; giving
their bodies a shimmering sexy wet quality. The two who were
washing each other were both blondes, while a black woman was
doing her hair. The closest one to me was an Asian beauty with
long black hair that reached down to her small ass. Out of the
five of us, the Asian was the first to speak.
"You're not going to get very clean wearing a swimsuit, you
might as well take it off," she said. I couldn't help notice how
soapy her nipples looked. She snapped her fingers at me, getting
me to look her in the eyes. "Hey, if you're going to stare at
us, you have to strip down so we can stare at you!"
"Careful, Machiko, that's the cabin boy," said the black woman.
"Lay a finger on him and the Captain will have you spit shining
the brig."
Machiko shrugged. "All I plan to do is watch. Come on, Cabin
Boy, get naked like the rest of the crew."
It was useless to remain calm and equally useless to argue.
With the four ladies staring at me, I couldn't deny the fact that
I was enjoying watching them. My cock was rock hard in my pants
and I was embarrassed to expose myself to these strangers.
Trying to remain casual, I bent over and peeled my tight trunks
off. Machiko immediately gave me a wolf whistle, and I felt my
cheeks burn from the humiliation. Even though I was seeing their
lovely soapy bodies, I felt like I was the one on display. As
much as that humiliated me, it also turned me on to be the center
of their attention.
"You better clean that thing before it goes off," Machiko
taunted, and I wished there was a way to shrink my dick into my
body.
"Leave him alone, Machiko," one of the blondes said. "The
sooner he washes up, the sooner I can start forgetting he's the
only guy on this ship.
Just like that the jokes stopped. The looking didn't stop
though. All through my shower, my eyes kept wondering back to
Machiko's limber body, all wet and shiny. Or sometimes I would
watch the black woman because the white suds covering her body
reminded me of semen, and I wondered what it would be like to
spray all over her. The blondes were the hardest to ignore.
They constantly washed each other, scrubbing each other in a
lathery mess. Plus, every once in awhile I would catch one of
them looking at me. They would turn away quickly when I saw them
spying, all except Machiko. She almost dared me to say something
with those exotic eyes of hers.
I cleaned myself quickly, working even faster when a brunette
joined us. As soon as the shampoo was washed out of my hair, I
hurried out of the showers. I scared a petite blonde who was
undressing on a bench and I apologized profusely. The ladies in
the shower would surely explain. Heck, I was sure my stripping
in the shower was going to become common knowledge within the
hour. It didn't make me feel any better to know this was to
become a daily ordeal.
Back in my room I dried off and got dressed. It was freezing
in my room, but it was better than getting dressed in the
showers. A search through my chest found me a pair of reasonable
denim shorts and a simple white t-shirt. The shirt was simple
because it consisted more of tears than it did actual material.
I was tempted to wear a bandana and then discarded the idea.
It's frightening how fast my tastes were becoming as tacky as the
rest of the crew.
The clock on the wall told me that it was time to wake up the
Captain. Upon entering her room I saw that I would have a lot of
work to do today. Toys were thrown around everywhere, most of
them still wet from last night's activities. A plate of fruit
was on the ground with most of the fruit lying half eaten on the
floor. One of the blondes was shackled to a wooden chair. I
admired her nude healthy body for maybe a minute before I was
distracted by the idea that I would have to polish that chair
now.
The bed held the other blonde. She was chained, spread eagle
on the bed, a sex toy still stuffed in her shaven pussy. Captain
Drake was asleep on top of her. For a moment Captain Drake
almost looked harmless as she slept there on the blonde's breast.
The feeling faded as the morning light revealed the welts and
stripes on the blonde's nude body. The nipples were a dark pink
and covered in bite marks of some sort. Even the face of the
blonde portrayed exhaustion as her jaw hanging open in relief.
"Good morning, Cabin Boy," Captain Drake said when I shook her
slightly. "Unchain the girls and send them on their way. Give
them also one spank on the ass for me while you're at it."
Hot damn! True, it was only a spank on the ass, but after the
horny morning I had had it was appreciated. I unchained the one
in bed first, waking her up in the process. Half asleep, she
nearly fell out of bed but I got her to her feet easily enough.
While she was rubbing her eyes, I unchained the girl in the
chair. I was completely heartless as the beautiful blondes
stumbled to their feet. The tiny bit of power I had was
exhilarating. Even just waking them up gave me a sense of
superiority that I had been craving since I had stepped on board
this ship.
"Not so fast, ladies," I said when they gathered their clothes
in their arms and headed for the door. "Captain Drake insisted I
give you something for her.
I grabbed the girl who had been on the bed by the arm, and
delivered a single smack to the back of her full ass. The angle
was awkward, and despite my bravado I was still a little shy so
the blow barely tapped her ass at all. Heck, she didn't even
jump.
Captain Drake didn't comment, but the other girl snickered
briefly. Pissed off at being the laughing stock this morning, I
roughly grabbed the snickering girl. With all my frustration
coming out, I whipped my hand back and landed a good one on her
ass. She jumped and screamed at my spank, and the noise of my
hand meeting her bare ass echoed through the room. A red print
appeared instantly on her ass, which helped my ego a bit since
the spank also stung my hand.
"There you go, Cabin Boy, we'll make a spanker out of you yet,"
Captain Drake quipped. As the girls left, I felt a bit of pride
at this small compliment from my Captain.
"What else can I do for you, my captain?" I asked. She was
looking gorgeous this early in the morning. Her red hair was a
tangled mess and there were bags under her eyes, but her body was
as fit and sexy as ever. I hoped Captain Drake was half as horny
as I was.
"You can change those sheets and get to work cleaning my room,"
she said to my disappointment. "You've got three hours before
Second Mate Teresa begins her training session with you so wipe
those leering thoughts from your head and get to work, dog! I
have to do a formal inspection of the engines today, and I don't
have time to deal with your base urges."
Damn, I hate it that my lust must be that plain to her! It
felt like I had no secrets at all from this woman, but then, I
think that's what makes me crazy about her.
So I spent the next three hours cleaning my Captain's
adventures from last night. That was sexually frustrating! I
knew from the wet spots on the bed exactly where someone was
while they were getting fucked. Scuff marks on the tables and
chairs told me where shackles had been placed and how much they
had struggled. The dildos and vibrators were the worst. After
cleaning so many of them, I couldn't help but lament the fact
that they never called in someone who had his own flesh phallus.
I don't know which was worse, the cleaning or the re-enactment of
the debauchery that occurred next door to me last night.
It occurred to me to masturbate, but to be honest, I was too
afraid to. Despite being on board a ship of sex maniacs, I
wasn't sure how acceptable it would be for me to get caught
jacking off. The punishments Captain Drake might come up were
too horrible to even think about. What if she considered my
sexual activity to be off-limits to even my hand? Did I really
want to find out without asking her? The answer was a definite
'NO'.
By working non-stop I managed to get everything clean again
before my appointment with Second Mate Gonzales. I hurried down
to the gym, not even taking the time to sight see the usual
bounty of pretty girls. In fact, I got there twenty minutes
early. I got to see a group of crew women performing the last of
their exercises for the day. From what I could see, it involved
bending over and doing repeated thrusts with a dildo into the
girl in front of them. They were formed into a circle, happily
plunging their weighted dildos into each other in a timed manner.
There's nothing like watching women masturbate each other to the
count of an instructor!
When they were done, and I was extremely horny, Second Mate
Teresa approached me in all her muscular glory. Today she was
wearing a tight red sports bra that clearly defined her nipples.
A tiny red thong bikini covered her bottom, and revealed her
wonderful ass. The only other equipment she carried was a silver
whistle and a large paddle, both of which I had seen her use
often in her class.
"Now that the ladies are gone, strip off your shorts and
underwear," the muscular Teresa commanded.
I quickly obeyed. I was so horny, my shyness was forgotten as
I chucked off my clothes. It looked like Second Mate Gonzales
was going to give me the kind of workout I needed! My cock was
hard from the group orgy I had watched only a few minutes ago.
Standing tall, and hard, I was ready to begin my 'exercises'.
"First you must stretch," Second Mate Gonzales ordered. With
her instructions, I went through a quick, two-minute routine that
loosened my body up. Well, my body might have been loose, but
cock was tense with the action it was expecting.
"Let's start you on the treadmill, Captain Drake said she
wanted to get rid of your stomach roll as soon as possible," she
said.
A bit confused, I did as she said and climbed on board the
running machine. She set the machine with a dial, and the
treadmill began immediately at a furious pace. I nearly broke
into a sprint as I struggled to stay on the machine. My cock was
bouncing from my running, slapping my legs and stomach as I
struggled to keep on the machine. Just when I was about to give
up a powerful slap landed on my ass.
"Ouch!" I cried out and I nearly fell off the machine.
"That was a warning slap," Teresa said in a threatening tone,
thick with her accent. "If you can't keep up with the machine
for the full ten minutes, then you will receive thirty spanks."
That began the hardest run of my life. My erection
disintegrated as I raced along the treadmill. My heart was
pounding but I knew better than to stop. In fact, every time I
slowed down, Teresa was there with another slap from her paddle.
As big and powerful as she was, every spank from her was a blow
that nearly knocked me off my feet. She only had to spank me
five times but every stinging spank stayed with me long after the
exercised was over.
With Teresa's 'assistance', I barely managed to stay on the
treadmill. I was surprised I made it, but not nearly as
surprised as Teresa. She played with the end of her night black
hair and bit her lip while I was bent over and panting from the
ordeal. From the hard look in her beautiful brown eyes, I could
tell she came to some sort of a conclusion.
"I am obligated to give you a reward for your performance,"
Second Mate Teresa said. "So don't take this personally, or
think I'm doing it because I like you."
And with those words of encouragement, Teresa reached down and
grabbed hold of my now limp member. I was still bending over
panting, but I straightened right up once her grip wrapped around
my cock. Her grip was strong, but not too tight as she stroked
my quickly growing cock. My ass was still burning from the power
of her spanks, so I knew she could do me some serious harm if she
wanted to. Somehow, that danger just turned me on more. After a
few strokes from the exotic Second Mate, my cock was fully erect
and ready to explode into her brown hand. That's when she
stopped.
"That's enough, chico," she said, snapping me out of my
pre-orgasm bliss. "Get on the floor and get ready to show me how
many push-ups you can do."
Obeying her was easy. I was eager to show her how many I could
do. If she nearly gave me a hand job for running, who knows what
I would get for other exercises!
As I got on my knees, Teresa got down on the ground too. She
positioned herself so that her waist was right where my head was.
Before I could ask her what she was doing, she insisted I assume
my push-up position. When I lifted myself up, Teresa moved
herself down so that her crotch was perfectly aligned with my
face. As I remained frozen in my up position, Teresa reached
down and moved her flimsy red thong away from her sex. Totally
shaven of any hair, her sex was inches from my face.
"Listen carefully and you won't get hurt," Teresa said, so I
listened very carefully. "You will do a push-up, and when you
are down there, you may lick me ONCE! After the one lick I will
count out your progress, and you will rise back up. This will
continue until I say you're finished or you collapse. If you
take more than one lick you shall be punished. Understand
chico?"
"Completely," I said, staring down at the wet treat before me.
"Go," she said, and I did. The first trip down was the
hardest. My tongue flicked out and ran along her salty flesh. I
stopped myself from getting a better taste and rose myself up on
shaky arms. God, it was hard to restrain myself. I wanted so
badly to just bury my mouth in her sex but I knew I couldn't
disobey.
Each push-up seemed to go by faster as I kept returning to lick
her dark sex with the brown nether lips. The pain in my arms was
easily forgotten as I slowly opened her lips with my singular
licks. Teresa even moaned once or twice as her clit began to
poke out of her sex; growing slightly larger as I coaxed it out
with my tongue. The tangy juice that began to coat her sex lips
was all the refreshment I needed to keep my arms going. The
sight of her wet sex nestled between her powerful thigh muscles
was causing my cock to throb almost painfully. I lost count of
Teresa's count, but I did take notice that her voice was getting
shriller as my licks continued.
"Enough, enough!" Second Mate Gonzales cried out, pushing me
away from her. Let your arms rest for a moment, and then we'll
continue."
I collapsed on the mat, and that's when I realized just how
sore I was. My arms were feeling heavy and my chest was once
again pounding from the exertion. I didn't care though. I had
never been in so much pain yet also so turned on. If I had had
workouts like these in High School, I would have been an All-star
on the Basketball team! Plus the cool downs weren't so bad
either; not with Teresa's sweaty brown body to admire.
"Lie down and draw your knees up, we'll work on your sit-ups
now," Teresa commanded.
I did as she said, though I had no idea where I was going to
get the strength to continue. I lay down, and drew my knees up.
To my delight, Teresa got by my ankles, and anchored me by
holding onto my knees. Once again her power was apparent as soon
as she touched me. I knew I wasn't going anywhere with her
holding me.
When I did my first sit-up, I found I had another treat waiting
for me. Teresa had removed her top and placed her enormous,
round, brown breasts over my knees. They were even larger out of
her bra! With every sit-up, Teresa allowed me to briefly suck
one of her nipples into my mouth. I alternated between breasts,
sometimes merely sucking while other times I bit down hard as my
passion consumed me.
It wasn't long before I realized her breasts were implants.
There was a definite hardness just underneath her nipple that I
had never experienced before. I could care less. With her
awesome thighs, sexy back and curvy arms, I could forgive her
wanting to have nice breasts that were as large as the rest of
her body. It was their sheer size that kept me returning again
and again, no matter how much my stomach muscles cried out for a
break.
After another blissful eternity of repeated suckling, Teresa
made me stop rather forcefully. I collapsed again, the exertions
catching up to me once my sex bait had been removed. Teresa was
breathing as hard as I was, and that gave me a small piece of
pride.
"You're in much better shape than Dr. Allston's tests showed,"
she said, with a trace of wonder in her voice. "It must be that
your sex drive compensates for your bad physical shape."
"Thank you, I think," I answered.
After three minutes of cooling down, Teresa directed me to the
last exercise. It looked like a bench with several pulleys and
cables connected all around it. A cot hung down halfway over the
bench and the whole contraption just confused me. Second Mate
Gonzales told me where to lie down, and she pointed out the bar I
was grab onto and pull when the exercise began. She then got on
top of the cot with her head hanging off right above my crotch.
I certainly liked where this was going!
"You don't have to worry about lifting my weight, the whole
system works on counter-weights," she started to explain. "I've
set the weights to be roughly twenty pounds more than what you
proved you could lift. When you pull down on the bar, it'll
lower my cot, and I'll place your cock right into my mouth. Be
warned though: it's easier to pull and release the bar than it is
to just hold it while I'm sucking you. You'll set your own pace,
but it's up to you on whether you get off or not. You may begin
when you are ready."
I didn't need to know any more! I reached up, braced my legs,
and pulled down hard on the bar. The weight was extreme,
especially after my earlier workout. The cot lowered Teresa
right down to my waiting cock. I felt her reach down and grab
me, aiming my cock straight up into her lips. Her long black
hair prevented me from watching, but I could feel the liquid heat
of her mouth encompass me. I held onto the bar, enjoying the
suction of her mouth as she sucked my hard cock. After a few
seconds of this bliss I reluctantly released the bar. Teresa's
mouth left my cock, but her hand held on ready to guide me back
into her again.
It was the sweetest torture. I would pull down on the bar, and
for a few wonderful moments, Teresa's mouth would suck hard on my
thrusting cock. Her tongue swirled down the length of my cock
while her lips would sink down right to my pubic hair. It was
impossible to thrust my hips while pulling the bar, so I had to
let Teresa do all the motions. The bar itself rapidly became
heavier as the exertions of the day took their toll on me. Each
pull of the bar became extremely painful but the thrill of
knowing I could shoot my load into Teresa's waiting mouth made me
push myself further.
To my frustration, my arms gave out first. Pulling as hard as
I could with my weary arms I could not make Teresa come down to
my cock. I felt I was close too, but then, any man who has his
oral sex interrupted probably feels the same way too. There was
no denying it though: my arms were useless and Teresa didn't seem
the type to make an exception to her rules.
"That was a good workout cabin Boy," she said as she rinsed her
mouth out. "I bet it won't take more than a month for you to get
strong enough to climax."
On that discouraging note she ended my session. I stumbled
into the showers on exhausted limbs and with a horny cock. Again
I was tempted to masturbate, but I held it off with a cold
shower. With all the sex flying around, I was damned and
determined to wait until I got some. I was sure Captain Drake
wouldn't leave me in the cold two nights in a row.
I spent the rest of the day in anticipation of Captain Drake
needing me. Lunch was eaten quickly in the dinning hall, and I
rushed back to the Captain's quarters. Dusting and sweeping kept
me busy until my rest period came up at 3 o'clock. I hung out in
the rec room for my break, trying to keep my mind off of my cock
by playing many, many games of pinball. It was easy to get
absorbed in my pinball game because none of the other women even
gave me a greeting. I guess the story of what happened to Leigh
got around.
I was leaving the rec room when I saw Leigh coming down the
hall. We paused at the doorway and just looked at each other,
both of us too embarrassed to say anything. What do you say to
the girl you managed to get hung on the front of the ship all
day?
"I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry," we both blurted out.
"You're sorry, what are you sorry for?" I asked. Wow, she was
wearing a tacky hot pink bikini and she still made it look good.
"Well, I didn't mean to get you into trouble," she said.
"Hey, you can't help how Captain Drake acts," I responded. "I
mean look at our clothes!"
This made her laugh, as we shared the unspoken joke about our
Captain's sanity. It was amazing. Normally with pretty girls,
I'm too shy to ever say anything witty. Yet because we are both
in rather shitty positions, it made me feel like we were on the
same side against a common enemy. After watching her humiliation
I found it easy to be comfortable around Leigh.
"Hey, I got to go, but I'm glad I saw you," she said. "Maybe
we can talk some more if you don't mind." After leaving me
flabbergasted that she would want to talk to me some more, she
ran on down the hall.
That picked up my spirits for the rest of the day. A pretty
blonde, who wasn't crazy, wanted to see me again! On a ship of
nymphomaniac dominatrixes, I was getting a big crush on the girl.
I whistled for the rest of the day, feeling optimistic that my
day would get better. I was wrong.
Captain Drake returned to her cabin and immediately had me
clean all the windows. She talked to me while I worked,
describing to me the various punishments and tortures she
inflicted on her crew of lovely beauty queens. I was getting
very horny, especially when she described how she had one girl
perform a strip tease for the entire bridge crew. She also let
me describe my day as she was curious how my exercises went. I
told her the truth about Second Mate Teresa's 'rewards', not
knowing how she would react. Captain Drake just laughed, taking
great delight in my inability to climax.
It was odd. I embellished how horny I was to her, hoping she
would take care of my needs somehow. Captain Drake did not give
me one bit of sympathy. That was when I learned an important
truth about my boss; she was not going to be doing me any favors.
Ashlyn was one of those women who didn't do anything she didn't
want to, especially giving mercy sex to one of her employees. I
wasn't mad at the older woman; in fact, I respected the hell out
of her. Sex was going to be on her terms and I would just have
to receive pleasure from her when she was good and ready.
The rest of the night was kind of dull. I did some note taking
for the Captain, as she had to finish off some of her financial
business before she could truly enjoy this cruise. It was
difficult to work around the sexy lady. Her breasts kept
spilling from her white blouse, and her legs were so gorgeous in
her tight shorts. Captain drake kept catching me staring at her,
but she never complained. In fact, she didn't bring it up until
she was ready to go to bed.
"I'm sleeping alone tonight my Cabin Boy, but I noticed you've
been looking at me a lot. Are you half as horny as you look?"
she asked.
"Yes, my Captain," I answered. My heart was racing as I
considered she might have mercy after all.
"Well help tuck me into bed," she said. "After you're done
with me you better go to your room and masturbate. It'll help
you sleep."
My face must have betrayed my fear. "Oh don't worry," she said
as I helped her into bed. "You're allowed to masturbate as much
as you want unless I am punishing you. If you're going to be
loyal only to me, I expect you to help curb your own tendencies.
Now turn out my lights and go take care of yourself. You look
ready to explode."
I didn't need to be told twice. True, I was disappointed that
I wasn't getting any sex tonight, but after my long day, I didn't
care any more. Nothing sounded better than sex right now, even
if it was with my hand. An orgasm is an orgasm to someone who
has seen as many naked bodies as I had that day.
After I tucked my Captain in for the night and closed our
adjoining door, I almost started jacking off right there. I
decided not to do it in my room; mostly because I didn't have
anything to clean myself up with. It was getting late and the
ship was quieting down so I thought it would be safe to go to the
showers. That way I could wash myself right after I was done.
To my annoyance, the showers had someone in them. I didn't
hear any talking, so I could hear the water running. I was
pissed off. After my long day, I was denied my first chance at
getting off. I considered going back to my room, but I was too
ticked off. Damn it, I was tired of being the odd man out on
this ship! I wasn't going to let someone get in my way. I
stripped off my clothes, and went into the showers. My plan was
to ignore the other person and pretend to wash until they left.
The way people were always leaving me alone; I didn't think my
plan could fail.
My plan failed as soon as I rounded the corner. Inside was
Machiko, the Asian who intimidated me earlier. Worse, she was
squatting up against a wall, her hands stroking her sex while a
shower across from her sprayed down on her. I was so stunned to
find someone having the same idea as me that I just froze. When
Machiko saw me, she screamed, causing me to scream too.
I was turning to run out of there when she called out to me.
"Hey Cabin Boy, wait!" she yelled. Against my better judgment,
I stopped.
"What are you doing taking a shower this late at night?" she
asked. She stood up and the soap cascaded off her shiny slim
body.
"Just taking a shower," I answered.
"Bullshit, you took a shower this morning," she said. She
walked closer to me and I backed up from her.
"In fact, I bet you're here for the same reason I am. You
wanted some privacy and you thought the showers would be empty,"
she accused. Her Asian eyes were half closed, mocking me with
her correct guess.
"Yep, you nailed me," I said sarcastically. "Imagine that, a
guy wants to jerk off after spending all day on board this nympho
ship." Something snapped in me. I was tired of these ladies
pushing me around, especially the ones who didn't have any real
authority.
I must have impressed her because she stopped coming closer.
"Yeah, I guess it would be an easy guess," she said. She stood
there, looking at me with a serious expression on her face. She
came to a decision and said, "How about we help each other out?"
Damn, a beautiful wet woman propositioned me and I couldn't
accept! "Sorry, but captain's orders forbid me from having
sexual contact with anyone else."
She ran a finger down her small breasts. "True, but I was
thinking we didn't have to touch. I could sit here and you could
sit here and we could masturbate together. That way we won't
break any rules at all."
Oh man! I was torn! She had a point, but I didn't think
Captain Drake would see it that way. On the other hand, I really
didn't know. Ten minutes ago I didn't know it was all right to
jerk off. What if I was wrong and she didn't mind this either?
"Come on," she said, almost begging. "You can't want to
masturbate by yourself, do you?"
That did it. She was right. I was lonely. Being begged by a
wet, nude, exotic beauty was pretty attractive too. Without
saying anything I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and started
lathering up my hands. Machiko purred at my actions and took her
place, safely across from me on the far wall. We both sat down
in the showers with all the showerheads running full blast.
My legs were spread and my cock was nice and slippery as my
lathered hands began stroking myself. Machiko was already wet
when I came in, her long black hair plastered to her scalp. It
looked like the shower water was stripping her as the suds that
covered her body fell from her, exposing her skin and faint pink
nipples. Her sex was covered with a furry black bush in which
she stuck three of her fingers in while I watched. As she parted
her lips, I saw the flash of pink that exposed her to me. She
didn't mind at all, for her eyes were glued to my cock. I swear
it felt like my cock was bigger than ever, knowing she was
watching it in order to get off.
She wasn't just sitting there though. With her free hand, she
massaged her small breasts, rubbing her chest as her other hand
stroked faster at her sex. I pumped my cock faster, which
encouraged her to thrust her hips as she masturbated. It was
amazing to watch her three fingers slip effortlessly into her; it
made me imagine what it would be like to fuck such a wet pussy.
As we continued, her free hand tugged harder at her breasts,
pulling the nipples out far from her small breasts. I almost
became concerned as it looked like it would hurt, but I was too
horny to inquire. The sight of her tiny nipples being pulled so
hard just made me think about how much I wanted to sink my teeth
onto her tits.
"I'm going to cum!" Machiko yelled over the roar of the
showers. Machiko pushed her shoulders against the wall and
lifted her ass up as her heels dug into the floor. Her hips
bounced in the air as her hand quickened the pace. She was
fucking the empty air with her passion, turning me on as I
pointed my stroking cock towards her. Only her thumb and index
finger were visible as she pumped her pussy faster. She bit down
hard on her bottom lip and her eyes were half closed with
pleasure, but she never stopped looking at my cock.
It made me so horny to know that she was imaging my hard cock
inside her. I could tell from her eyes that she wanted me to
come over there and sink myself into her. It was a small piece
of smug pride on my behalf to know that I wouldn't give it to
her. It was a petty revenge but it was one I savored anyway. It
was good to tease this woman that had humiliated me earlier. In
fact, I slowed my pace. I wanted to make this last as long as
possible, to let her see the cock she couldn't have so close to
her.
Machiko started climaxing and her hand acted like it couldn't
stroke fast enough. She tossed her head back as the first spasm
shook her body and her mouth hung open as she cried out silently.
The water from the opposite shower rained down right into her
mouth. The water quickly filled her mouth and spilled out of her
lips, washing down her already shiny body. To my aroused mind it
made me think of cum spilling from her lips after a messy
blowjob. The water just kept coming out of her lips, spilling
down her chin and neck, coating her breasts and then washing down
to her stroking pussy.
Finally, I could wait no longer. "I'm going to cum now," I
gasped.
"Wait!" Machiko said, still pumping her pussy with her hand.
"Stand over me when you climax!"
Despite the resentment I felt over being commanded, I did as
she asked. I stood up on the slippery tiles and quickly walked
over to her, never letting go of my ready cock. She leaned back
against the wall, her legs spread on the floor and both her hands
stroking her pussy. I stood over her, pointing my cock right at
her face. The Asian beauty tipped her head back and flicked her
tongue at me, calling for me to do what I had been fantasizing
about.
It didn't take five seconds for my cock to ejaculate onto this
tempting target. My cock erupted a long stream that landed right
on her face. I struck her cheek with my first squirt but Machiko
shifted her head over and caught my second string of cum right
onto her lips. I shuddered at the sight of my cum splashing on
her tongue. That caused my next splash to fall lower, right on
the top of her left breast. Machiko climbed onto her knees,
raising herself inches away from my cock. Still separated by
Captain's Drake orders, we looked right into each other's eyes as
I continued to pump my full load into her open lips.
"This is our secret, Cabin Boy, right?" Machiko asked when my
cock was finally empty.
"Of course," I said. "I don't know about you, but I think I'll
be having more late night showers in the future."
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