It was just another morning in the Caribbean, May Louise sat out on the same deck she has done for over a week and a half now. It was near torture in this luxury, she was almost questioning marrying the cantankerous old miser Harold Cass despite his millions.
May thanked God he was past wanting sexual relations, and merely enjoyed having a beautiful blonde on his arm, beautiful natural breasts, shapely in all the ways that mattered, she had put on some weight since the marriage, but it was hot puppy fat, voluptuous and sexy, she enjoyed the boat assistants eying her up as they went about their daily business.
All this boredom ceased to exist as morning matured into the midday, the sun made the sea shimmer and dance in hypnotising waves, it was almost a Sin how calming it was, but they never saw them coming.
The boat hands were no challenge to a group of modern day Pirates who appeared out of nowhere, sneaking up by speedboat from their own vessel over a mile in the distance. May Louise huddled into herself as she watched the rough looking men jump aboard with an array of handguns and rifles, combating the boat hands, but soon enough the entire vessel was under their control.
May clasped her ears as the Pirates fired into the air roaring in triumph, it also acted as a signal for the main vessel to approach. May felt invisible as they tied up the boat hands, leaving them sprawled out on the deck as they awaited the Captain to arrive.
Roars of success serenaded the arrival of Captain Farrell, a tall man with a beautiful body, years of hard work and determination glistened off his muscular frame, his skin was baptised in sun, his makeshift Captain hat hanging unsteadily off his head of generous, silken, chestnut brown hair. May no longer felt invisible as he glanced on her near naked body, his eyes a mesmerizing blue, he took her by the arm and heaved her up to her feet.
"She's mine," Farrell said as he marched her underneath despite the protests of Harold Cass. "Stay strong Sugarpop!" Cass wheezed before inhaling a massive dose of oxygen, much to the amusement of the Pirates. May always hated the word Sugarpop, the distaste of that nickname stuck in her thoughts as she was marched down below.
"The room of the old bastard where is it," Farrell demanded with an authority that couldn't be denied, she reluctantly took them to the luxurious suite dedicated to May and Harold. Farrell kicked the doors opened and flung her on the freshly made bed.
"You stay here sweetheart, if you move out of this room I'll fucking kill you," he said as he took off his Captain blazer which looked like something out of an old Pirate film, far too retro to be considered modern dress, and locked the doors. May couldn't help but notice the beauty of his body, nor could she deny the silver handgun tucked into his jeans, he removed it and disappeared into the bathroom.
"A little young for him aren't you darling?" Captain Farrell asked in jest, completely knowing her intentions were for his money, even Harold Sass knew it but he didn't much care, any family relations he poisoned against him long ago, so the money had to go to someone. "What do you want from me?" May asked, she heard the jetting sound of the shower in full force, shuddering with fear and a distaste for the unknown. Throughout her life May Louise wanted for nothing, she was spoilt in many ways, this kind of unpredictability frightened her, it was far too new.
"Come in and wash me, do a good enough job and I won't rape you," Captain Farrell said laughing, his threat made her heart sank, it was her greatest fear, it was lurking in the back of her mind but now it was mentioned her anxiety was two fold.
"Come on, I've been roughhousing with those Grunts for weeks with a cup of mineral water and cloth a day, I want to be fucking cleansed, and you'll do it for me, now!" Farrell barked, she got to her feet and slowly made her way into the bathroom.
May spied him in the shower, his back to her, standing under the powerful jets of water, his hands were pressed against the white tiles, moaning in pleasure at such a relaxing, soothing shower.
"Take off your clothes, don't want you getting those strings wet now do you," Farrell told her with his back still to her, laughing to himself at the droll comment. May obeyed in silence, slinking off her bikini as quietly as she could.
"Here," Farrell grunted as he slapped a bubble soaked towel over his shoulder, she took it slowly and began to rub his neck with it. Farrell moaned gently, and every moan made her all the more aroused, it was a terrible feeling to experience at this point in time, but it couldn't be helped.
She squeezed more shower lotion into the cloth and rubbed over his back, feeling the bump of every muscle, muscles tightened and tense from weeks of seafaring. If there were any doubts to her arousal, they were banished as she knelt to his ass, the most perfect male ass she ever saw, or felt for that matter as the water glided down his body she gave her time to each cheek, hard as hell. May was almost glad she didn't know if she herself was wet or not in the hot confusion of the shower.
"That's good, real good," he moaned, his voice was softer now, more relaxed and gentle, perhaps she was soothing the savage beast, one of them anyway.
"Now tend to this," Farrell said turning around, and May couldn't help but moan at the gigantic, throbbing, pulsating cock that was hard as stone, fully erect, almost pointing up, she could see the blood pumping through his veins, it ached just as much as she ached for it to be deep inside her. "Wash it, cleanse me," Farrell demanded as she looked up at him, his entire body glistening in water, droplets flowing down in gentle streams to meet the hilt of his massive dick, it wasn't just length and width, but it just had a certain look to it, a certain feel, it felt like silk wrapped lovingly over hard rock, it felt like it could fill her up, like it could fucking cripple her if she took it all.
May slid her hands down the shaft of his intense cock, forgetting the cloth and just generating bubbles and foam with gentle hand strokes, her fingers couldn't wrap around it completely, the feel of it contracting against her skin made her mouth drop open, bringing back the skin to his glorious fat head, red and glowing, steam was emanating from it. God by now she wanted it.
Farrell bent slightly, caressing his thumb over her soft red lips, before she began to suck on it all on her own, he then gently eased her mouth on it, she sucked on the head eagerly, feeling the head filling her mouth ever so tight. Captain Farrell gasped as she began to suckle on the head, it felt amazing, to feel his pre-cum gently easing down the back of her throat, sucking on it while stroking the shaft, she had to admit it took effort to stimulate it big as it was, using her arms to their full strength to stir the beast of a cock.
Her gentle little mouth wasn't enough for it though, he brought May Louise to her feet and marched her naked out to the bed, pushing her hard so that her glorious, sleek and smooth ass rose to the air, a little chubby around the edges, but hot pink fat, the kind that glowed red when spanked.
Captain Farrell sucked on this thumb as he watched her ass raised for him to dominate, he licked around his thumb generously, until his saliva dripped down his hand. May couldn't help but whimper when he placed his thumb on her tight little asshole, as much as she masturbated to pass the time she never touched her behind, the sense of virgin violation soaked her cunt as his thumb pressed in harder, until it sank inside her, coaxing her aching cunny to drip with anticipation.
"This is what a real cock tastes like Blondie," Captain Farrell said pressing his giant head against her soaking lips, she was buzzing with fear, nervousness and sheer fucking delight, she wanted to be tamed and fucked to exhaustion.
