Getting the Job: Carol Kirkwood Part 3: Royal Yacht Britannia
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
Working in television, Carol Kirkwood had long ago learned just how cutthroat the industry could be. Over the years she had seen many women come and go. Looks didn't last for many and they were routinely swapped out. Very few were able to maintain their position within the industry. However, some people, such as Carol herself, had found a way to thrive. By satisfying the sexual desires of her producer she had remained the lead weather presenter on BBC Breakfast.
For years the mature blonde had satisfied those needs, and all had gone exceedingly well. Her longevity was proof of that. Whenever rumours of someone new taking the lead position arose, the Scot did whatever she was asked to do in order to keep what was hers.
And then the fucking bastard has a heart attack and dies. On holiday, bungee jumping! And now here I am
, she thought.
Fortunately for Ms Kirkwood, her new producer was also a member of their select group. Trevor Whitlow had happily extended the same agreement she'd had with her previous producer: satisfy him, and she would keep her job...if she agreed to his request.
"Consider it an audition, Carol. You know the drill," Trevor had said.
"What is it you want me to do in this 'audition'?" she'd asked.
"I'm an ex-Navy man. My oldest friend is the captain of The Royal Yacht, HMY Britannia. She's currently being dry-docked in Edinburgh prior to a Royal tour. As you know, we're scheduled for an outside broadcast from Scotland and I'd like to take the show aboard."
"Okay. And what else?" she'd asked.
"I want you to satisfy the captain and the crew."
"What! That ship has, what, 200 crew? You've got the wrong Carol," she'd exclaimed, shocked by the proposal.
"A full crew is 21 officers and 250 yachtsmen. But no, the yacht isn't fully crewed. It will be the captain himself and several others. All vetted."
Carol hadn't known what to say. She'd satisfied people outside of the group before, but...this?
"Of course, you can decline, Ms Kirkwood," the producer had said, leaving the rest unsaid.
Understanding that there were lines of younger women who would jump at the chance to supplant her, the Scot had already made her decision.
"What about discretion? You know the group's first rule," the blonde had said.
If I'm going to do this, then it needs to be safe
, she'd thought to herself.
"Absolute discretion is assured. These people work for the Royal Family. Discretion is their watchword. The sailors will be handpicked by the Captain."
"Okay."
And just like that, Carol Kirkwood had agreed to be gang-banged on the Royal Yacht.
The sexy weather presenter was nervous. When satisfying her previous producer, he'd arrange things so that it was just the pair of them, with maybe a guest or two. Because filming from the Britannia was something of a big deal, the BBC had sent a full film crew. However, assurances had been given that the ship's crew would control the BBC personnel and keep them away from her off-camera activities.
Today, Ms Kirkwood was wearing a mostly white dress with red and blue flowers and green stems printed on it. Whilst not overly tight, the below knee length dress did show off her sexy bum nicely. Her cleavage was not on display, a decision made in deference to their location. A navy blue jacket and heels were added for a nautical theme. An official sailor's cap displaying 'Royal Yacht' with a crown on the band had been supplied for her to wear.
Whilst she had been introduced to Captain Edward Lewis, an exceptionally average looking man in every way possible, she had only seen three members of the ship's crew. Carol's nerves settled a bit.
Okay, this might not be so bad
, she thought as she and her producer stepped onto the yacht's bridge. Siting security concerns, it was only Carol, the producer and Captain Lewis allowed on the bridge.
6:00 am
"Good morning. I'm here on The Royal Yacht Britannia..."
Standing on the ship's flying bridge for the top-of-the-hour introduction, Carol smiled brightly for the home audience. Behind the camera, standing on the bridge proper, was Captain Lewis, his own smile rather predatory. Upon boarding, the presenter had been told that Edward Lewis had captain's privilege and she would service him first.
"...and I'll have more, later in the programme."
"And we're clear. Shall we Carol?" her producer said, indicating the bridge proper.
Taking the cap off and stepping through the hatch and into the wheelhouse, Carol walked towards the captain. As she approached, Edward Lewis simply unzipped his trousers and pushed them and his briefs down without any ceremony.
"Suck my dick, sailor," he said, his voice commanding.
Without saying a word, Carol Kirkwood dropped to her knees in front of the half-naked man. In front of her was a dick at least 7 inches long and nicely thick.
Not everything about him is average at least
, she thought. Wrapping her hand around the shaft, she started slowly stroking his dick, feeling its hard, smooth surface. Being circumcised, the blunt purple knob was already exposed.
"I said suck it," the captain repeated, only this time he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her onto his dick.
Unresisting, Carol took the hard knob into her mouth, sealed her lips behind it and started sucking. Tongue licking the underside, she took in more of the cock. One hand gripping it by the base, the sexy blonde started bobbing her head, blowing the yachts captain, on her knees on the bridge.
Pulling it out of her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, bathing it in saliva. Lifting the rod of man meat, she leaned forward and kissed the seaman's balls before her agile tongue started licking them. Her hand never stopped stroking. Opening her mouth, she sucked in a testicle, teasing the sensitive orb, tongue continuing to lick the wrinkled skin.
"That does feel good, but I said suck my dick," Captain Lewis said. Pushing her head back and brushing her hand off his cock, the ship's commander took hold of it himself. Aiming it at the beautiful Scottish woman's face, his other hand pulled her mouth back onto his dick. "Now, suck it sailor!"
Hands folded in her lap, Carol let the captain fuck her mouth. Both hands on her head, guiding her further and further down the shaft, taking more and more. Between her legs, Ms Kirkwood could feel herself getting hot, getting wet, turned on by the demanding, domineering manner of the man. Moaning, she started sucking harder every time the cock started sliding back out of her mouth.
"By God, that feels good. Trevor, you were so right. She sucks cock like a port whore. You said she does deep throat, yes?" the Captain asked, enjoying the Scot's hot mouth.
Hearing herself referred to as a 'port whore' sent a shiver of arousal down her spine.
Yes, that's what I am today. Just some port whore for these sailors to use for their entertainment
. Inside her knickers, her twat was swelling, pussy juice moistening her thick labia and starting to stain her gusset.
"Try her. She's better than that Thai hooker who worked Singapore," her producer said with a laugh.
Hot and horny, Carol Kirkwood didn't wait for the captain. Instead she opened her throat and lunged forward, taking the man down her gullet in one smooth go. Before he could react, she started swallowing, sending vibrations through the buried cock.
"Holly, Mary that...oh, yes," Captain Lewis moaned. "Trev...she's so much better. Oh my Lord!"
I'll show you how a Scottish port whore does things
, she thought.
The TV presenter started bobbing her head up and down the entire length of cock, repeatedly stuffing the entire rod into her throat. On the up stroke she would leave just the head remaining in her mouth, lock her lips behind the crown and suck whilst her tongue ran along the piss hole. On the down stroke, she would keep going until her nose was buried in the man's sparse pubic hair and start her swallowing motions. Over and over again. All the time, the heat between her legs increased, her knickers getting wetter.
"Time to call it, Edward," the voice of her producer, "We need to go on air shortly."