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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 9
By Shon Richards
The toils of the day before caught up to me when I awoke the next day. My
cock was sore from the multiple climaxes but yet I still managed to get an
erection from the sight of the Hispanic topless beauty who brought me my
breakfast. I smiled as my cock rose to attention in my shorts. A few more days
of this and I would be as insatiable as Captain Drake.
Since I was too tired to take a shower the night before, I was forced to
shower with the ladies in the common showers. I was beginning to recognize some
of the crew by their faces, even if I didn't know their names. I recognized a
blonde who was on deck yesterday, as well as a curly haired brunette with a star
tattoo on her arm. Machiko was there, looking simply glorious under soap and
steaming water, but strangely, she didn't give me a second glance. I guess she
wasn't that confident that the Captain would accept our masturbation games. For
that matter, I wasn't either and I was glad for her discretion.
I stared straight ahead trying to ignore the women I showered with. It
wasn't easy, no matter how exhausted my cock was. The blonde had the most
amazing set of breasts; full, round and sagging just slightly from the weight.
She was showering to the right of me, and my eyes wanted to wander over and
watch as the water cascaded over her tits.
To the left of me, the brunette was lathering shampoo in her hair. Her
arms were raised as she worked, tilting her front out as she leaned into the
water. While the blonde was buxom and a stunner, the brunette was petite with a
tan that shined underneath the water pouring over her body. The tattoo moved up
and down as her arms moved, catching my eye whenever I had to turn to watch. Of
course, once her tattoo caught my eye, it was impossible not to notice her small
tanned breasts and slender neck.
Thankfully, Machiko was behind me, or else I would have never finished
showering. It was hard enough to focus on cleaning with those two beauties to
watch. No one spoke this time so at least I didn't have to endure the ribbing
that I did last time. On the other hand, the silence was worse. The girls made
no mention of me being there yet sometimes I would catch them looking at me. In
fact, both the blonde and the brunette would smile at me if our eyes meet. I
must have blushed a dozen times whenever they caught me catching a look at them.
I finished before them, despite having arrived last. My cock was at full
attention now, throbbing in vain as I rushed to the changing area outside the
showers. I heard giggles from the shower, followed by a low talking I couldn't
hear over the showers. They had to have been talking about me, and I felt
helpless that I couldn't find out what they were talking about. Too self-
conscious now to dry myself there, and blushing even more now that the laughing
was louder from the showers, I wrapped a towel around me. Quickly I ran through
the corridor back to my room. No matter how many times I helped Drake
discipline her crew, I still got embarrassed easily by the assessing stares and
unspoken laughs.
Ten minutes later I was dry and as dressed as my wardrobe would allow.
That meant I had a pair of tight, white shorts, and a loose white T-shirt. I
felt like a towel boy at a spa. It was a sad statement of my employment when
Captain Drake laughed out loud at my clothes when I woke her up. She giggled
constantly as I fetched her clothes and as I served her breakfast. Coming from
the older, sexy woman, the laughter didn't bother me at all. I was just pleased
that I had made those luscious lips smile at me.
"Well my little Cabana Boy, you have a lot of work ahead of you today, so
you might as well get started," Captain Drake said as she slipped on her long,
black boots. When she saw the frown on my face, she added, "Oh don't pout.
Tonight will provide more entertainment than you'll know what to do with." I
knew she wasn't making false promises. I'd never seen Ashlyn Drake do anything
lightly.
Although I was curious as to what she had planned, I didn't have any time
to speculate. True to her word, my morning was loaded with various tasks.
First, I did simple dictation for Drake, writing down her various orders for the
day as well as delivering them in person. That kept me busy the first half of
the morning. It was quite a workout and to my pleasure, I saw Leigh a few
times, but I didn't dare tarry to talk to her. She was the only other person
that I felt comfortable around on this ship.
After I had delivered Drake's orders, the Captain left me alone in her
quarters to clean all of her sex toys and bondage chains. This confirmed to me
that she had something planned, as she told me that she would not tolerate any
difficulties with her toys tonight. It was huge turn-on to work on checking her
vibrators and cleaning her dildoes. Just holding these intimate items got my
mind wondering what possible uses they could have tonight. Even cleaning her
bondage devices was arousing as I imagined several of the crew that I wouldn't
mind seeing here in Drake's bedroom tonight.
The only break I had in my day was when lunch arrived. The topless
serving girl looked as harried and exhausted as all of them do, complete with
spoon marks on her white bikini bottoms. I remembered well the sight of Chef
Gibson spanking girls who worked too slowly in her kitchens, and it looked like
this girl was an especially slow one today. The serving girl delivered my lunch
carefully; the awkward way she walked told me that her ass would take awhile to
heal. I thanked her and was careful not to stare too much at the spoon-shaped
welt on her breast.
I was a bit timid to find out what Gibson had sent me. I had been
purposely avoiding all of the senior staff after the events of last night.
Captain Drake might have humiliated all of them, one by one, but I was sure none
of them would forget that it was my mouth on their pussies that caused each of
them to give Drake the opening she needed to ridicule them. First Mate Vogel
had already scowled at me this morning, and Dr. Allston simply refused to speak
to me when I delivered her message. I was terrified to see what culinary horror
Gibson had created to punish me.
The culinary horror turned out to be a delight. The platter was loaded
with fried chicken, my favorite. Mashed potatoes with milk gravy and homemade
biscuits rounded out the lunch, a perfect lunch for a Southern boy like myself.
There was even a flower with my meal. Apparently, Chef Gibson didn't take my
part in her humiliation the wrong way at all. As I chowed down on the feast, I
decided that Chef Gibson was my favorite of the senior crew.
The rest of the afternoon passed slowly. Drake popped back in her room
just long enough to change her panties and give me fresh orders. She had me
scrubbing the huge windows that overlooked the horizon. My heart pounded as I
cleaned the windows for I knew that Drake had often said she loved the view of
the sea when she was making love. I couldn't wait for night to fall.
Captain Drake returned to her cabin right before dinner, a glowing smile
on her face. I helped her change into her outfit for the night. She selected a
black bikini top with silver studs, which barely held her luscious breasts. Her
bikini bottom was black with matching silver studs, and of course, she kept her
black thigh boots on. She wore a red sleeveless jacket over her bikini top,
leaving it open to expose her cleavage. A tricorner hat was worn rakishly over
her falling mass of red hair, and she strapped on her sword belt. She pointed
out a heavy chest for me to carry and I followed her out of her bedroom.
The chest was extremely heavy and I wondered why it was padlocked.
Captain Drake swayed in front of me, her sexy bikini bottom peeking at me from
under her jacket. I struggled with the chest as we went to the recreation deck.
There was a large group of women waiting in there, and there was excitement in
the air as they parted for drake and myself. Drake headed straight for a table
where three other women were already sitting in a circle. Drake stood on top of
a chair and spoke to her crew.
"Welcome everyone to the Pirate Poker Challenge!" Drake yelled and the
crowd of women cheered. "As you know, we've been having a poker tournament all
day long. Gathered at the table are the three best among you in the game of
poker. Tonight, I shall compete against them, in a winner-takes-all contest."
"Here are the rules we'll be playing with," Drake continued. "Instead of
poker chips, we'll be using actual Gold Doubloons that I minted myself." A hush
of awe filled the room. "Each girl will receive twenty doubloons to bet with.
If any of them ever goes broke, then she will be bound and given to a random
group of you, the spectators. The spectators will draw cards, and the eight
highest cards will be allow to make any use they want out of the woman who goes
broke. If I win, then the last woman becomes my personal toy for the night. If
I lose, then I'll be blindfolded so that you can use me as you wish without
worrying about me punishing the hell out of you the next day."
The crowd of women laughed nervously. Scanning their faces, I was sure
none of them wanted Drake to lose. The crazed heiress was too unpredictable
with her temper to risk her keeping her word about not retaliating.
"Of course it'll be a quick card game with only twenty doubloons," Drake
said. "That's why each woman here, including myself, will be allowed to buy
chips by stripping off one article of clothing. The rate is twenty coins per
article. Whoever wins gets to keep all of the doubloons won tonight. There's a
good sized fortune to be won here, if you have the guts to shed the clothes you
need!"
Drake climbed down from the chair and opened the chest I had been
carrying. A flash of gold light erupted from the chest as it was opened. My
jaw dropped at the sight of the large gold coins. They were roughly two inches
in diameter and each one sparkled. The image of skull and crossbones had been
minted on one side, and the image of a busty mermaid had been imprinted on the
other. I couldn't even begin to estimate the immense wealth that was present in
the chest.
"William, you'll be our banker tonight," Drake said. "You'll stand over
here and exchange the gold for our clothes. Close your jaw, boy. You'll catch
a seagull like that."
With that final admonishment, Drake sat down to the table. I began to
dole out the coins, sighing as I felt the weight of each individual gold
doubloon. This also gave me the chance to check out her competition up close.
Each of these girls had won a tournament against the rest of the crew, and I
wondered if maybe Drake hadn't set herself up poorly this time.
The woman to Drake's right was introduced as Sidney, and she looked like a
shrewd one from the start. She had her black hair pulled back into a ponytail,
and a pair of glasses perched on her cute nose. Drake must have mentioned this
was a stripping game, because Sidney had a white t-shirt that allowed me to
notice the red bikini top underneath. Sidney also had a pair of jeans on as
well, which marked the first time I had seen anyone with their calves covered.
The next woman was more of what I expected from this crew. She was a
stacked blonde with long blonde hair that framed a supermodel's face. Her name
was Faith, and she had an air of confidence that I hadn't seen except in the
pretty girls at college who always shot me down. A bright green bikini top and
bottom was all she wore, and it exposed every God-given asset she had. Faith
hadn't flinched when Drake explained that stripping was happening tonight. I
could only assume that she was either another of the strippers that Drake liked
to hire or else very, very good at poker.
The last woman at the table was yet another shock on this busy night. It
was Machiko! She was dressed in a long sleeved white-buttoned shirt and a pair
of tight black pants. She gave no sign that she recognized me still, her dark
eyes kept focused on the coins that I gave her. My heart was pounding. I
didn't want Drake to think there was anything between me and the Asian beauty.
The least suspicion might fuel one of her legendary rages.
"Let the game begin!" Drake announced, and so it did. Machiko dealt
first, and the crowd became quiet as the cards were dealt. I saw most of the
crew there, including the senior staff. First Mate Vogel was scowling in a
corner, talking to several women. Second Mate Gonzales was ignoring the game,
bouncing a very small though cute girl on her knee. The crowd was too thick to
notice any of the other senior crew, though I did spot Leigh. She gave me a
hidden wave with her hand, and I sighed and smiled. I finally got to see her,
and I was stuck dealing gold coins in a bizarre strip poker game.
After three hands of poker the individual styles were easy to pick out.
Drake bet quickly and without any hesitation. Machiko bet conservatively, and
folded more times than she actually played. Sidney took forever to make her
bets, weighing each gold coin before she would wager. Faith played as I
expected; fast, furious and with flair. She intimidated the others easily,
playing with a style that seemed reckless. I couldn't help but wonder if their
card styles would be the same as if they were making love.
On the fourth hand, Faith's fearlessness caused her downfall. She had bet
heavily since she had a full house, but Sidney wouldn't back down. When Sidney
revealed her four of a kind, the entire crowd erupted in a roar. With that one
hand, Sidney had bankrupted Faith.
The blonde was undaunted. "Here you go, Cabin boy," Faith said as she
tossed me her bikini top. I nearly dropped the sweaty top as I watched the
glory of her sizable breasts. "It's too bad I only get twenty coins instead of
my bra size. I could get double then!" Faith then winked at me as I passed her
the coins. Somehow, knowing their size seemed to make them bigger.
"I might as well cash in for some chips as well," Drake said. She removed
her hat, and made a big show of tossing her head so that her red curls would
fall around her face. She also took off her jacket, handing it to me for a
total of forty gold coins. Now she just wore her belt and her bikini, a picture
of smoldering sexuality.
Beer was brought for the poker players, keeping in the pirate theme by
being served in mugs. Their card playing hit a new intensity once the drinking
started. Drake played hard and bet large with her new surge of wealth. It was
odd. She bullied the other players around with her larger cash pile yet all
they had to do was cash some clothes to get on her level. Drake wiped the floor
with them, bluffing them with her larger bets. Faith quickly cashed in her
bikini bottom, revealing a completely shaved pussy before sitting back down.
But it was too late for the ill-prepared blonde. After three more hands, she
was out of money and couldn't even open.
Faith cursed as she stood up, yet the crowd cheered at her loss. First
Mate Vogel stepped forward and grabbed her by the arm. She led Faith to a
corner where girls were already drawing cards to see who would get her services
tonight. I speculated on how likely it was that eight women could agree on how
to manage Faith but I assumed they would just take turns. As I watched Faith's
ass bounce across the room, I resented the fact that Drake wouldn't let ME have
a chance at pulling a card.
After Faith's elimination, Sidney caught on to Drake's tactics. "Hold on,
Cabin boy, I need to make some coins." She stood up and stripped off her t-
shirt, revealing a simple, white lace bra underneath. I could see the pink of
her nipples under her bra. Sidney then bent over and mooned the crowd behind
her as she removed her jeans. She had on a matching set of white lace panties.
When I gave her the coins she earned, she flashed Drake a knowing smile from
behind her gold rim glasses.
"Wait, I'll strip some as well," Machiko said. She started popping
buttons off her shirt, and the crowd began cheering as her pink bra peeked out
from her exposing cleavage. Machiko stood up and started wiggling her ass as
she finished taking off her shirt. The crowd loved her exhibitionism and I have
to admit, the slow way she peeled her pants off had my cock throbbing in my
shorts. I wouldn't have expected her to be wearing pink panties and she quickly
sat back down to hide the spreading dark wet spot on them.
The game resumed, and Machiko and Sidney had a hard time recapturing the
lead Drake had made. It was bizarre, I was watching women in their underwear
playing serious poker with gold coins and I was more wrapped in the tension of
the game than I was turned on. Sometimes when the girls were staring at their
cards, I would notice something erotic, like the way Machiko's breasts were so
small that they almost slipped out of her bra, or the fact that Sidney's bra was
becoming transparent from the way she was sweating. The funny thing was that
since all of the players were so intent on the game, they were oblivious to
those watching them. It was a weird form of voyeurism as I'm sure they didn't
even know I was memorizing their bodies for future fantasies.
I wasn't the only one staring. In fact, there was this one blonde who was
sitting behind Sidney, and staring intently at her the whole time. The blonde
had very short, straight hair and a petite body that looked delicate. The only
thing that kept me from thinking she was an underage stowaway was the perfectly
adult set of lovely breasts and the curves of her hips. The girl was staring so
hard at Sidney that she didn't notice me staring at her. The poker game was a
girl watcher's dream.
The game reached an incredible level of tension now. Drake was sipping
her mug of beer casually, but I knew by the way her brow was furrowed that she
was pissed. Machiko's face was as plain as stone, but she kept pulling up the
strap of her bra, perhaps feeling that she would be exposed any minute now.
Sidney appeared calm at first glance as well, but watching her like I was, I
knew the truth of her calm facade. Sidney kept pushing her glasses up on her
nose though the glasses never appeared to move an inch. I had bets that Sidney
would be the first to crack.
I was correct. "Damn, give me another twenty," Sidney snarled. The
cerebral brunette reached behind her, and unclasped her lacy bra. All of the
women in the room started whistling at the nice set that Sidney revealed. I
gladly took her bra and slid her the coins she earned.
Sidney's extra money was just enough to keep her afloat, for Drake and
Machiko were starting to take turns winning. At one point, Sidney had folded
and the other two women started upping the ante to severe levels. Neither of
them was nervous, which meant they must both have believed they had an
unbeatable hand. Before long they had exhausted their stacks of coins, but
Drake was not one to stop when she smelled blood.
"Break open the gold Cabin Boy, I'm cashing everything I've got!" Drake
announced. The silent crowd broke into a roar of conversation. They couldn't
believe Drake was stripping down. I had to admit I was impressed myself, but I
was more impressed by how her body compared to everyone else. Standing in a
room of young women, Drake's athletic, mature body still managed to outshine
them all. From her full breasts adorned with erect nipples, to her long,
muscular legs that seemed to stretch forever, Ashlyn was a Goddess compared to
the young ladies. I realized it was in her attitude. She stripped like she was
teasing, and that confidence just inspired awe from her crew. Even when Drake
was in danger of becoming a sex slave, she never showed an ounce of
vulnerability.
Machiko wasn't just going to give up though. The Asian beauty was
obviously nervous, but she stood up anyway and without saying anything, she
removed her bra and handed it to me. God, her tits were so cute! They were so
small, and could not begin to compare to Drake's busty set, but they had an
almost girlish quality. Rude comments about her bra size were easy to hear, and
Machiko's blush was spreading from her face and moving down her chest. I was so
fascinated by how red the top of her chest was becoming, that I didn't even
notice when she handed me her panties. I pushed the coins to her, barely
catching a glimpse of her black bush.
"All right, we've used the last of our clothes, and the last of our
money," Drake said. She didn't have a trace of fear in her voice. I was so
proud of my Captain! "Let's see who's going to be walking the plank."
Drake revealed her cards, a perfect Royal Flush. The crowd gasped, not
believing the great luck that their Captain possessed. Machiko's shoulders
dropped, and I felt pity for my masturbation partner. She flipped her cards
over, and revealed four sixes. Man, that was an awesome hand, but Drake still
had her beat.
"Tough sailing, girl," Drake said with a gleam in her eye as she pulled
the coins to her.
Machiko barely had time to register her loss when Vogel appeared beside
her. The First Mate lifted Machiko out of her chair and dragged the dazed girl
out of the room. There were cheers in the corner as the crewmembers began the
task of pulling cards and seeing who was going to get laid tonight. Once again,
I cursed my luck. Machiko was definitely a girl I would like to fuck even if I
had to take a turn!
Now it was between Drake and Sidney, and the Captain had a shit load of
coins to bet. The mood of the crowd became very predatory. They knew Sidney
couldn't possibly beat Drake now. Oh, Sidney tried. She folded a lot, and did
her best to keep her money from fading away. It's just that Drake had money to
bluff with. She quickly eroded Sidney's coins and Drake was smiling the entire
time.
"Selling my panties for twenty coins just isn't enough," Sidney said,
staring at Drake across the table.
"I know, but it's all you have to offer, so you might as well strip, my
pretty," Drake answered.
"I have one other thing you might like," Sidney said. "Amy, come here."
The blonde who was watching Sidney jumped, but to my surprise, she stood
up and came by Sidney's side. She looked terrified with her hands behind her
back and her head cast down.
"I want to bet Amy," Sidney said. "I'll bet her against everything you
have right now.
Drake tilted her head, her eyes appraising Amy. "I could fuck her anytime
I wanted," Drake answered. "Why should I give you anything for something I can
pillage at will?
"Because it's more of a turn-on if you WIN her," Sidney stressed. Curse
her, but I knew it was going to work. Drake never backed down, not from an
orgy, not from a challenge and certainly not from a dare in front of all of her
crew.
"It's a bet," Drake said, and the crowd became absolutely silent. "Strip
off your panties, and lay out your cards."
Sidney did just that. She pulled her panties off, and tossed them at me.
When I caught them, they were soaked. I guess the woman was just as turned on
by all this competition as Drake was. Sidney then flipped her cards over,
revealing two pairs - nines and tens.
Drake's smile threatened to split her face. She lazily turned over her
cards, one by one. She had three sevens. The crowd began cheering, perhaps
relieved that their Captain had won. I don't think they were looking forward to
possibly pissing off Drake either.
"Since I've won your girlfriend here, I have other plans for you," Drake
said to Sidney as the losing girl stood up. "Women, grab her and lay her on the
table!" Drake commanded.
Instantly, Sidney was nabbed by all of the women around her. She tried to
struggle, but she was helpless in the grips of so many women. Sidney was tossed
on her back onto the poker table, and mugs and coins went flying. It's a credit
to the discipline of the crew that all the coins were picked up and returned to
Drake's treasure chest. On each of Sidney's limbs, two girls grabbed her and
held her down. Drake ordered them so that Sidney's head was hanging off the
table.
"Let's remove these glasses," Drake said as she handed the fragile glasses
to First Mate Vogel. "Since you had the nerve to challenge me in front of my
crew, I think it's only right that you prove your service to me in front of
everybody." Drake then grabbed Sidney's nipple and twisted. "Right?" Drake
demanded.
"Yes Captain!" Sidney answered quickly. Drake didn't release her grip on
Sidney's nipple. The lithe Captain moved closer to Sidney's hanging head, and
swung her leg over the pinned girl's face. Now Drake's crotch was right above
Sidney's face, and I thought I saw a drop fall from Drake's pussy and land on
Sidney's chin. Captain Drake then used her other hand to grab Sidney's
ponytail. Holding her ponytail, Drake lifted Sidney's mouth to her waiting
crotch. The women cheered as Drake rode her fallen opponent's face.
Drake was glorious as she stood there, straddling Sidney's face. Her
tanned body was sweating from the heat of the crowd, and it glistened in the
center of the room. With one hand still twisting Sidney's poor nipple and the
other hand tugging at her hair, Drake's torso kept undulating as she shifted her
pressure back and forth. Her hips twisted, gyrating her crotch on Sidney's
mouth. The wet noises from Sidney's licking were loud enough to be heard, even
in this crowded room.
"Faster, loser!" Drake snarled. The Captain twisted Sidney's nipple,
pulling it up and stretching the poor girl's breast.
Sidney's body struggled on the poker table, but the crew held her down
tightly. Her legs were spread open, offering a great view of her wet sex and
her brown pubic hair. The crew resisted the urge to touch her sex, and by the
way Sidney's hips kept buckling, I don't think she would have minded some sort
of touch down there. Which is probably precisely why Drake hadn't touched her
there.
"Faster, little bitch!" Drake ordered. My gorgeous redheaded employer
threw her head back as she enjoyed her victory. Now Drake began to struggle,
but her fight was to stand while Sidney's mouth burrowed into her wet treasure
box. Captain Drake's legs kept buckling, the knees threatening to collapse but
her boots managed to stay flat on the ground. She shifted her hand to Sidney's
other tit, and inflicted the same level of pinching torture while her other hand
wrapped Sidney's ponytail tighter around her fist. I couldn't imagine the level
of discomfort Sidney must have been feeling, but still the poor girl kept
licking furiously.
"Oh, oh, oh FINALLY!" Drake cried out. Her body shuddered, and her back
arched beautifully as the orgasm traveled her body. She released her hold on
Sidney's hair and mover her hand up her tanned torso, cupping her breast and
finally caressing her own neck. It was one of the most sensual things I had
ever seen.
"That was a good start," Drake said as she climbed off of Sidney's face.
"As your Captain, I have an announcement to make. I have won Sidney and her
delectable little girlfriend here in a fair contest. I shall take my Captain's
share of the winnings to my bedroom, but I'll let my crew enjoy the rest of my
prize. Everyone here will enjoy the fair Sidney! No cards, no selection and
sure as Hell, no 'eight women only'. This means the share of each crewmember
will be smaller than your captain's, but I think you won't mind. Do you mind?"
"NO!" the horny ladies cheered. Sheesh, I wished I knew that women could
get this slutty when I was in college. More importantly, I wished I knew where
to find them.
"All of them?" Sidney whined, her brown eyes squinting without her
glasses. "But there must be more thirty women here!"
"Yes, your jaw will get tired, but maybe if you're lucky they'll let you
use your fingers or maybe even give you breaks," Drake said. "It's not my
problem. I'll be too busy fucking your little friend here." Then Drake leaned
down and pulled hard on Sidney's ponytail, causing the pinned girl to cry out.
"Keep that in mind the next time you try to outsmart your Captain! William,
carry my prize and let's go enjoy my plunder!"
I jumped to my task. The blonde was very light, so I simply tossed her
over my shoulder, holding her bare legs with my arms. Drake laughed and took a
moment to put on her jacket. As we left, I saw a sexy black girl strip off her
panties and assume Drake's old position on Sidney's face. She too, grabbed a
handful of Sidney's nipple and began giving commands. I wondered if Sidney's
ordeal would be any better than whatever Drake had in mind for her friend.
To be continued,
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