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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 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 7 By Shon Richards
My session with Second Mate Gonzales went different from what I
expected. After my explosive orgasm in the brig I thought I
wouldn't fall prey to Gonzales's incentives. I was wrong. It
only took the sexy, Hispanic fitness instructor three minutes to
get my cock hard. When my cock would appear too tired for her
'incentives' she resorted to out right spankings. Believe me,
just because I had awesome sex earlier, it didn't mean I didn't
work my ass off for Second Mate Gonzales. Her spanks on my
bottom were powerful, much stronger than anything Captain Drake
could deliver. I sweated for thirty minutes, and when it was all
over I was just as horny as I was when I first woke up that
morning. Once again I didn't manage to do enough repetitions for
Gonzales to suck me off successfully.
After my shower I tried to figure out what I was going to do
with the rest of my day. Without any chores to do it became real
easy to get bored on the ship. It was times like these that I
craved Captain Drake's dominance. At least under my Captain I
never ran the risk of getting bored. She was also a beautiful,
exciting woman which made it a treat just to be around her. The
other women on the ship were just too plain compared to Captain
Drake. Oh, they were all younger, and all of them were gorgeous,
but they lacked Captain Drake's dangerous side. They were all
too timid, or just too much like the normal girls I would meet at
my college. I tried engaging a few of them in conversation in
the rec room but I discovered quickly that they were all too
afraid of Captain Drake to risk socializing with me. Plus, I
think I recognized a few ladies who were on duty on the bridge
from when First Mate Tracey Vogel spanked me. I couldn't be
sure, but the thought of these girls witnessing my humiliation
kept me from talking too much. With all these lovely women, I
just couldn't be sure who was afraid of me, and who was secretly
laughing at me.
I wasted an hour in the rec room, playing the various pinball
machines that were there. There were ten different pinball
games, and of course, all of them had pirate themes. I don't
think these games were standard issue from the factory though.
Captain Drake's pinball machines featured topless pirate wenches
and bumpers that looked like they had nipples on them. Every
time I lost a ball, the machines would produce a terribly
realistic spanking noise. Worse, every time I scored well, the
machines would produce sounds that imitated a woman having a
particularly loud orgasm. It became a challenge to ignore the
stares and giggles of the women watching me play. I should have
known that Drake wouldn't even allow the rec room to be safe from
a little public humiliation.
Right in the middle of a vocal double orgasm from the pinball
machine, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Wow! You've got the high score already!" Leigh said at my
side. I jumped, partially from being surprised but mostly just
from seeing her pretty face right next to me. The ball
immediately sank into the hole but I didn't care one bit. Leigh
was just as pretty as I remembered her. Today she was wearing
very baggy yet comfortable looking white pants. A large belt
buckle held her pants around her slender waist. Instead of a
bikini top, Leigh was wearing a torn T-shirt that she had tied
across her front. She used a simple red bandana to pull her long
blonde hair away from her face but the hair easily traveled past
her shoulders and almost to her ass.
"Leigh! Am I glad to see you!" I said excitedly. I tried to
calm myself so I didn't scare off the only friend I might have on
this ship. "Everyone on board treats me like I'm the plague.
I'm starving for someone who isn't afraid to talk to me."
"They should be afraid," she said with a smile. "Thanks to
Captain Drake seeing me with you, I got to spend an afternoon as
a bound reminder of her power."
"I am so sorry about that," I said. "I had no idea she would
be that jealous. Maybe we shouldn't be seen talking like this."
"Nonsense, I'm not afraid of her," she said and to prove her
point, she took my hand and led me to one of the love seats in
the rec room. My heart was once again racing. Leigh might not
care what happened to her, but I wasn't so sure about myself!
Plus, this pretty blonde was now sitting so close to me that our
knees were touching.
"C'mon, you have to be a little afraid of Captain Drake. Her
punishments never cease to be imaginative," I said.
"I hope so," Leigh said. "I wouldn't have signed on for this
cruise unless I thought Captain Drake was capable of showing me
some new experiences."
"Really? I signed on for the outrageous money," I lied. The
money was a big part of it, but the idea of fucking the lovely
Ashlyn Drake for an entire cruise was the biggest lure. I just
wasn't going to admit that to Leigh right now.
"Oh, the money is fantastic too," Leigh admitted. "It's much
more than what I was making as a private stripper."
"Then you really are a stripper?" I asked. "I remember Captain
Drake mentioning it but I was too distracted by her threatening
manner to remember what she said. You're the first stripper I've
ever talked to."
"You're wrong there!" she laughed. "Every other woman aboard
this ship used to be a stripper somewhere. Captain Drake prefers
girls who've had some sort of dance experience so that her girls
will be used to staying in shape. She also likes her girls to
have been in the sex industry at some point, so that there won't
be a problem with inhibitions. In fact, I've heard a rumor that
there's actually a porn star on board, but no one knows who she
is."
"But to answer your question, yes, I was hired when I was
working my way through college as a stripper. It was easy money,
and I never had to sleep with anyone. Guys would usually call
the service I worked for just to hire a girl to get naked for
them. Some of the guys were jerks, which made me feel dirty to
be serving as their fantasies. Others were so polite, I felt
sorry for taking their money. I didn't have any of those
feelings when I meet Drake."
"I know exactly what you mean," I said. "Captain Drake has
such poise, and a sense of control about her. Even when she's
looking at someone with the intent of fucking him or her, she
acts like she could just walk away from it all. I don't know how
she makes me feel valuable and yet replaceable at the sametime."
"Exactly!" Leigh said, her eyes flashing with recognition. She
bounced in her seat with excitement at finding someone who knew
what she meant. Her lovely breasts bounced freely under her
tight t-shirt and I sighed appreciatively as she explained
further.
"She made an appointment with my agency, but I didn't know it
was a woman I was stripping for. I was shy at first but Drake
calmly informed me that she had paid money for my services, and
that there would be consequences if she didn't get her money's
worth. She was so firm and strict I was terrified of her. Once
I started dancing though, I realized that she didn't scare me in
the ways that most of my male clients did. I wasn't afraid of
her losing control and trying to force herself on me, nor was I
feeling sorry for her. Someone as rich and as controlling as
Drake could have any girl dancing for her that she wanted."
"Instead of feeling superior to your clients, you felt your
client was superior to you," I said.
"You're right again!" Leigh responded. Her hands went to my
knees as she jumped in her seat and I felt my cock instantly
harden. After only an hour since the action in the brig, Leigh
was already getting me hard. I tried to ignore her bouncing
breasts and focus instead on her blue eyes as she talked.
"Captain Drake made me feel special just from her interest in
me. Seeing how controlled she was, and yet how much she
obviously wanted me turned me on more than I thought was
possible. I'd never had sex with a woman, but when I met Captain
Drake I knew that she was the kind of woman I wanted to
experiment with. She offered me a place on her ship, and despite
how scared I was of the whole idea, I agreed right away."
I was getting very hard by the thought of this lovely, sweet
blonde rolling around with Captain Drake in that stately bedroom.
"Now that you're on board, has she lived up to your
expectations?" I asked.
Leigh blushed at my question. A deep crimson color flooded her
cheeks as she bit her bottom lip.
"Well," she started to say shyly, "I haven't actually been with
her except for that punishment you witnessed the other day. All
the other women on board are bisexual or outright lesbians, but
I've been turning them down. I wanted to save myself for Captain
Drake, because she's the sole reason I'm on board this ship.
Does that sound strange?"
"Of course not," I answered, and the smile Leigh gave me was
pure and as big as Captain Drake's libido. "I can understand you
saving yourself, but doesn't it get awfully lonely waiting?"
"Yes, and I think the other girls don't understand," Leigh
said. "When I tell them about how I feel, they try to tell me
how crazy Captain Drake is. I swear, they're almost as bad as
guys when it comes to trying to get me into a hammock with them.
They just don't understand me like you do."
Whoa, that last sentence made my heart jump. I felt compelled
to warn her about her obsession with Drake.
"You have to be aware of something, Leigh," I said, making the
bold move to hold her hand. "Captain Drake does all of her sex
with bondage. If she does make love to you, you can bet she'll
have you bound somehow."
Leigh laughed. "God, I hope so!" she said. "You have no idea
how turned on I was the other day! It was the first time I was
ever bound; yet it excited me like I couldn't believe. Instead
of having to dance or tease someone like I did as a stripper, I
was totally free from having to do anything. I couldn't believe
how erotic it was to lose control like that. Being at her mercy
on the deck was just like the thrill she gave me when she
threatened to have me punished for not dancing."
"You'd better watch it then," I warned. "If Captain Drake
finds out about your bondage desires, she'll keep them in mind
when she punishes you next time. She'll make you do something
unexciting like work in the kitchen, or clean an entire floor.
I've noticed that Drake tends to think of the worst punishments
possible, so be careful."
"Oh my God, you're right," Leigh said as she thought about it.
"I will be careful. Thank you so much, William! It's been so
nice having someone to talk to. All these girls ever want to
talk about is who's licking who, and what kind of slutty outfit
can they make today."
I laughed with her, as that was what I had pretty much thought
of the crew as well. It was amazing to me how well I got along
with this beautiful girl. In college, I had the worst time
talking to girls about anything remotely sexy. Yet here I was
giving sex advice to a want-to-be bisexual. A gorgeous, tanned
bisexual at that.
The intercom whistled, and the rec room silenced as we listened
to the announcement. "Attention all hands, this is First Mate
Tracey Vogel. All available hands report to the deck for the
public punishment and humiliation of crewwoman Sharon Rinaldi.
You have five minutes."
Leigh and I looked at each other, and we both let out a sigh.
I guess we both were relieved that the announcement had nothing
to do with us! It also told me that she was feeling just as
guilty as I was for spending so much time together. We both knew
how good it was have each other to talk to, simply by how
paranoid we were that something that was so enjoyable must be
forbidden on this crazy ship.
Since Leigh didn't have to report for duty for another two
hours, and I had the whole day off, we went as soon as possible
the upper deck. All the girls in the rec room came as well.
Once on the deck I saw at least twenty of us total standing
around. Quite a few of the girls looked annoyed to be spending
their free time here but they all also had a look on relief on
their faces. The mood was very light as most of the women
gossiped about who or what we were about to see.
Exactly ten minutes after the announcement, First Mate Vogel
appeared on deck. Two of the larger women on board were behind
her. One was carrying a bound woman over her shoulders, while
the other was wheeling some sort of waist-high contraption.
Vogel ordered us to form a line that circled around the woman
about to be punished. Leigh and I stuck together, as we both
wanted to have each other to talk to while we waited for Vogel's
assistants to set up the strange wooden device.
The assistants used heavy chains to secure the wooden frame to
the deck. This was to prevent it from sliding all over the place
as the ship tilted on it's natural swaying with the ocean. The
frame itself was shaped liked a carpenter's sawhorse. It looked
like an upside down V that was conveniently waist high. The top
part was padded, and there were shackles for feet located near
the floor. First Mate Vogel reached down and pulled out two arms
that extended parallel to the deck from either side of the padded
area. Leigh was getting excited beside me, as she had already
figured out how the device was to be used.
"Strip down, Sharon, and let your fellow crewmates admire the
slut body that kept you from your duties," Vogel commanded.
Sharon was an unusually tall woman, towering at least six feet
tall, and that was barefoot. Her hair color was an unnaturally
bright red, and it came to just past her shoulders. As tall as
she was, she was very skinny, yet she possessed two very large
breasts that were barely contained in her green bikini top. She
was wearing a black miniskirt that hugged her round hips. I was
looking forward to seeing her get naked as soon as possible.
I doubted whether Leigh was right about most of the crew being
strippers, because Sharon protested very loudly about having to
strip down in front of us. I couldn't hear what Vogel said to
Sharon, but it silenced Sharon quickly. Trying not to look at
us, Sharon first removed her miniskirt, revealing her impossibly
long legs. The crowd of ladies was surprisingly rowdy; making
catcalls and wolf whistles while Sharon dropped her skirt to the
ground. The teasing got louder as Sharon removed her bikini top,
and her obviously surgically enhanced breasts stood out on her
skinny frame. I was amazed by how mean the crowd of ladies got,
as they wasted no insult in picking on Sharon's assets.
"Its just jealousy," Leigh explained when I asked. "She's had
plastic surgery done, when she's already so tall and beautiful.
A lot of women are already jealous of other's beauty, but when a
pretty woman becomes even more attractive through surgery or hair
dye, it tends to piss the other women off."
Before Sharon could remove her white panties, Vogel pulled out
a knife and sliced them off the terrified redhead. The crowd
cheered as Vogel tossed the remains of the panties to the crowd,
and they cheered louder when Vogel's assistants strapped Sharon
to the punishment frame. They secured Sharon's ankles to the
base of the frame and then bent her over the padded section. She
was then told to reach out and hold the two handles that were on
the extended arms. To my confusion, she was simply to hold the
handles, rather than be shackled to them. With her arms
stretched out and bent over, it caused her large breasts to hang
straight down.
"Crewmember Sharon Rinaldi is guilty of the following," Vogel
announced over the roaring of the wind. "When she was on bridge
duty, she sneaked away from her post. The reason for her
dereliction of duty? She was caught in her room, having sex with
one of her roommates!"
The crowd snickered and Vogel let them have their laugh before
she continued. "The accomplice will not be punished, as it was
during her free time. However, I have had her lover taken to my
quarters so that I may discover what kind of pussy was worth
risking this kind of punishment!"
"Sharon Rinaldi, for your crime, you shall receive the
Punishment of a Hundred Licks!" Vogel snarled. The crowd gasped
at this punishment. It was difficult enough inflicting even
thirty lashes without causing mind numbing pain, but a hundred
was absurd. As skinny as Sharon was, I wasn't even sure she
could take that many blows with serious possible damage. The
crowd that just minutes ago was teasing Sharon, was now very
quiet. I had the feeling that someone wanted to protest, but we
were too scared to risk Vogel's wrath. At least I knew that was
my reason.
"Quit your worrying, you chicken shit pussies!" Vogel snarled
as she brandished a black paddle. "The Punishment of a Hundred
Licks is simple. I will give her five licks with my paddle,
Polly. Then, one of you will step forward, and Sharon will give
YOU five licks, anywhere you want. Then I will give her five
more licks, and then she'll give five of her own to the next
person in line. We'll go through everyone in line until we reach
a hundred!"
The lusty women cheered at this explanation. Just like that,
they turned on the woman they had briefly felt sorry for. I
admit, I had, too. Watching Sharon's long, sexy legs had been a
turn-on, and I was looking forward to getting my licks. I wasn't
sure Vogel would allow it, and I wasn't sure if Drake wouldn't be
pissed. What cinched it was when Leigh asked me what kind of
licks I was getting. The fact that Leigh wanted to see me get
licked by another woman aroused me and I didn't want to act too
afraid of my boss around her. I knew I had to stay.
"One last rule you should be aware of," Vogel warned. "The
other members of the crew can touch you, but if you let go of
these two handles, then you will receive an additional five licks
from myself and you shall give an extra five licks. Let the
first in line step forward!"
This happened to be a lovely black woman with long braids.
Someone had brought forth a simple three-step stepladder so that
everyone would be able to present something for Sharon to lick.
While the black girl removed her shorts, Vogel slammed five
powerful spanks into Sharon's helpless ass. The entire frame
rocked with each spank and Vogel was a frightening figure as her
ponytail lashed the air behind her. Sharon was already crying
out from the spanks on her thin ass. Her breasts bounced with
each blow, rocking together as her body shook. The crowd counted
out her spanks in a chant more suited for a party atmosphere.
After her licks from Vogel, the now bottomless black girl
pulled Sharon's head roughly back. The girl held onto Sharon's
hair as she guided the redhead's face into her dark bush. We
couldn't see Sharon actually licking the girl, but we were
treated to the sight of the black beauty's ass as she stood
there. She called out Sharon's licks, slowly as she moved
Sharon's head in and out of her pussy. It was over too quickly,
and Vogel began spanking Sharon again before the black girl had
even stepped down.
"My God, I am so wet," Leigh, whispered to me as we watched a
blonde get her pussy cleaned by the bound Sharon. "Can you
imagine what it must be like to be spanked like that in front of
everybody? The loss of power must be complete!"
"Oh yeah," I said, for it happened the second time I met First
Mate Vogel. "I can't imagine what it would be like to have to
lick all these women."
She agreed as we watched my friend from the showers, Machiko,
get her sex licked by the punished redhead. Machiko even lifted
her leg, stretching it out and resting it on one of the arms that
Sharon was forced to hold onto. With her sex exposed to all of
us, we were able to watch as Sharon's tongue darted into the
Asian's pussy.
After five more spanks, Sharon was now visibly in tears from
the force of the blows. I have to give her credit, she held onto
those handlebars tightly. I noticed that Vogel wasn't above
slipping a finger into Sharon when she was servicing a
crewmember. It distracted Sharon just enough so that she
couldn't do her five licks quickly. By the way Sharon's legs
kept struggling, I suspected it was also driving the girl into a
horny frenzy. I wondered if Sharon was caught before she could
complete her tryst with her roommate.
The next girl was a cruel looking blonde I hadn't seen before.
She was a small girl, with elfin like breasts and hips. She
must have taken offense to Sharon's surgery because the first
thing she did was grab both of Sharon's tits with her fingers and
started twisting. Sharon screamed at the rough treatment, but
Vogel did nothing but laugh. While the blonde twisted Sharon's
tits, she requested that Sharon lick her tiny buds of breasts. I
could see Sharon's knuckles turn white from gripping the
handlebars, but still she held on through the ordeal.
While Vogel administered five more spanks, Leigh turned to me
with a twinkle in her eye.
"After the girl in front of us, I'll be next," she said.
"Instead of having her lick my tits or pussy, I've got another
idea."
"What have you got in mind?" I asked.
"I want to try something I've always been too embarrassed to
ask from a boyfriend before," she answered.
I just laughed. Here we were, in front of a large crowd, and
Leigh was going to ask for something too embarrassing to ask from
a guy when they were alone? The psychology of a ship of sex
slaves was amazing. For some reason, when one person was being
punished, it was like everyone else felt invisible. I know I
felt that way. I was about to get five licks from a naked woman
and I didn't have a trace of stage fright.
Five more blistering blows were given to Sharon's ass and the
crowd chanted the numbers to each one. Leigh then climbed the
steps and faced the crowd. She held her arms up like she was a
gymnast striking a pose and the ladies cheered her loudly. I
guess being a stripper helped make her comfortable in front of an
audience. Leigh then unbuckled her pants and pulled them down
just below her ass.
"I'd like five licks to my asshole, please," Leigh said
politely and I had to laugh.
"You heard her, slut!" Vogel snarled when Sharon shook her
head. "Or shall I start the hundred licks all over again?"
Defeat was apparent on Sharon's face. Leigh on the other hand
looked like a kid about to get her first piece of a new kind of
candy. My blonde friend reached behind her and spread her ass
cheeks in an effort to be helpful. Then she stepped back until
Sharon's face was buried in her ass. I just shook my head. The
best friend I had on this ship turned out to have dominant
qualities of her own. For some reason, that didn't bother me a
bit. It just gave us another thing we had in common.
Since Sharon's face was buried in Leigh's full, tanned ass, I
had to see how Sharon was doing by Leigh's expressions. Leigh
squealed slightly, shivering as she felt Sharon's questing
tongue.
"One," Leigh called out, her eyes closed as she tried to feel
Sharon's tongue.
Leigh's smile was ear to ear as she announced "Two!"
Then her eyes popped open and her body jumped. She squealed
again as Sharon's mouth hit a sensitive spot. Leigh's hands
released her ass cheeks and instead reached for Sharon's hair.
With two fistfuls of Sharon's curly red hair in her hands, Leigh
pulled Sharon's mouth deeper into her ass.
"Three!" Leigh cried out, followed by "Oh god! Four!" Leigh
then swiveled her hips as she closed her eyes and licked her
lips. "Five," she moaned.
As soon as Leigh announced the final lick, First Mate Vogel
administered the next series of spanks. Sharon barely had enough
time to recover from one humiliation before she had to endure
another. With each blow, she cried out loudly and I knew her ass
must have been burning by now. I climbed up the steps during the
spanking session and I was stunned by how bright red her ass was.
Instead of feeling sympathy, I was just relieved it wasn't me
being punished.
"What do you think you're doing here, Cabin boy?" Vogel
snarled. Her chest was heaving from the exertions of her blows,
but I tried to focus on her face instead.
"I'm a member of the crew, and I was off duty," I answered.
"Don't get smart with me," Vogel snapped. "You know Captain
Drake doesn't want you touching the rest of the crew."
"Actually, she doesn't seem to mind when one of the crew is
being punished," I answered. I should have just walked away, but
after seeing Leigh enjoy herself so much, I was horny enough to
risk getting punished; even if it was just for five licks. "I
think she likes to rub it in that the only contact they have with
me is brief and out of their control. Plus, if Captain Drake
does get mad, she'll take it out on Sharon."
First Mate Vogel's eyes squinted at me as she considered this.
She absent-mindedly reached up and started twirling one of her
brown locks in her fingers. This mannerism might have been cute
on any other beautiful woman, but on Vogel, I had the feeling she
was sizing someone for more punishment. In the end, I think she
liked the idea of Sharon getting into more trouble.
"Where do you want your licks, Cabin Boy? As if I couldn't
already guess?" Vogel asked.
I unzipped my shorts. My cock sprang free, already erect from
watching Sharon perform her punishments. "I think I have an idea
of where I want it," I said.
"Please, don't make me do this," Sharon pleaded. "Captain
Drake will be furious!"
"Not as angry as I will be if you don't obey, bitch!" Vogel
snapped. Vogel used her free hand to grab Sharon's ass and she
pinched a very red spot on her cheek. From my new vantage point,
I could see that Sharon's ass was covered with red welts. Sharon
screamed out when Vogel pinched her, and I flinched as I imagined
how painful it must be.
"All right, all right," Sharon said, her voice sounding very
defeated. I stepped closer to her so that she could reach me. I
held my cock with my right hand so that the middle of my cock was
right next to her lips. With my other hand, I reached down and
grabbed a handful of those enormous tits. They were hot to the
touch from all the squeezing the other girls had done, so I
simply held them. I rolled Sharon's nipples between my fingers
gently, marveling at how heavy they were.
Sharon began her licks, her red tongue snaking out and starting
right on my cock. Her tongue wiped slowly up my cock and
finished at my tip. I sighed and said "One."
Behind her, Vogel slid two fingers right into Sharon's sex and
I felt Sharon's gasp on my cock. My cock twitched in response to
her warm breath. Sharon gave me another lick, wetting my cock
with a swipe of her tongue. "Two," I called out the crowd of
beauties watching me getting my cock licked.
First Mate Vogel was now fucking Sharon roughly with her
fingers. I could her the wet squishy sounds of Sharon's pussy.
Sharon's moans were now more of a whimper, and I saw her arms
falter as she almost let go of the handlebars. The bound redhead
shivered and turned her head so that her lips could wrap around
my cock, sideways. Her hazel eyes looked up at me while her lips
traveled the length of my cock. Sharon's restraint was crumbling
under Vogel's manipulations, and she was becoming bolder with her
licks. "Three," I said after I shivered myself.
"The slut likes sucking the Captain's Cabin Boy," Vogel said,
her hand moving faster inside Sharon. Sharon's moans reached a
high pitch and her cheeks flushed at this new accusation. Out of
the corner of my eye I could see Leigh watching me, a fact that
could make me tremble all by itself. Unbelievably, my cock felt
ready to explode. Between the attentions of the three different
women, I was almost ready to climax simply from three strokes.
Sharon sensed my need from how hard I was groping her breasts,
or maybe she was just horny herself. Whatever the reasons, she
opened her lips and engulfed my cock into her mouth. The shock
of her hot mouth swallowing my cock down to my balls caused me to
shift both my hands to her curly red hair. Her tongue was
flicking at me quickly, but I saw no reason to tell that bitch
Vogel that Sharon had far exceeded five licks. "Four," I yelled
out as the crew looked on and Sharon pulled her mouth free of my
cock.
"Oh!" Sharon gasped, and her jaw trembled as she reached an
orgasm from Vogel's fingers. That was too much for me to see,
and I couldn't wait any longer. My hands still wrapped in her
hair, I plunged my cock back into her mouth. Still in the throes
of her orgasm, Sharon barely had enough time to open her lips
before I shoved my cock into her.
As soon as her lips closed around my cock, Sharon sucked down
hard on my cock. "You go, William!" Leigh called out. Almost as
if my cock needed permission, I exploded my seed right there.
Sharon pulled her head back, her lips hugging every inch of my
climaxing cock. When she reached the tip, she paused and her
tongue lapped at the tip of my cock. Rapidly her tongue
flickered, pulling every last ounce out of my climaxing cock.
My bliss was interrupted by a painful, unexpected spank to my
bare ass. I jumped and my cock fell out of Sharon's lips. I
turned to see that Vogel had stepped behind me with the paddle.
The entire crew, except for Leigh, was laughing at me rubbing my
sore ass. My cheeks burned and my cock wilted as I suffered my
humiliation in front of all these women.
"You forgot to call out your lick," Vogel said with the first
smile I had seen from her. Embarrassed, I pulled up my pants and
quickly stepped down. Sharon was licking her lips when Vogel
resumed spanking her. I stared out to the ocean as I walked
away, trying to ignore the snickers and pointing fingers from the
crew. Several girls tried to get my attention, but I ignored
them and walked right over to Leigh.
"That was mean of her," Leigh said as she gave me a quick hug.
Instantly, I felt better.
"She was quick to give me a spank, wasn't she?" I said. My ass
still stung.
"Yeah, but at least you enjoyed the licking. Was it good?" she
asked with a smile.
It was then that I realized that I just climaxed in front of
over twenty women. I nodded yes to her question, but inside I
was stunned by how easily I had revealed myself to a group of
women. The spank didn't seem nearly as important now. For the
rest of Sharon's punishment, I just made small talk with Leigh as
I tried to forget that a good portion of the crew had watched me
get a blowjob. Already I could hear some of the women in line
make jokes about how fast I climaxed. It was embarrassing to be
the only male on board the ship and still be the subject of
ridicule.
Finally, Sharon's ordeal was over. She finished her last five
licks on a blonde's small tits, and for some trumped up reason,
Vogel gave her five extra. The crowd broke up, as most of them
had duties to go to. Sharon was released from the frame, and she
nearly stumbled from being bound so long. Her face scrunched up
in pain as she buttoned her shorts. I guess she won't be
neglecting her duties for a while. Or sitting down for that
matter.
"I got to go, but it was a blast hanging out with you," Leigh
said. Wow, even with my public embarrassment, Leigh still wanted
to be seen with me.
"I always like being with you," I said. "Maybe next time we
meet, someone won't be tied up, spanked and forced to lick
people."
"What would we do for fun if we couldn't do that?" she said
with a mischievous smile that reminded me of Captain Drake. Then
she waved and hurried off to her next duty. I stood there,
stunned at her flirtations, but also looking forward to when we
could meet again. In the meantime, I had to get ready for
whatever Captain Drake had planned for me tonight. Knowing
Captain Drake, no amount of preparation would be enough.
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