My work, also published elsewhere.
Disclaimers: NSFW. This has F/M fart fetish content, so if you're not into that don't read. All characters are 18+, readers should be too. Sections are marked by dotted lines, so for the plot heavy sections feel free to skip to the next set of dotted lines, if you'd like.
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Isabelle had been confident from the first moment Red had set eyes on her fighting her way across the deck of the ship he was on, to when she had lifted him out of the sea to save him, to the time he had spent as her captive. But now that her captain was coming to shore in a rowboat, she seemed to go from bold to brash, like she was covering for some insecurity by acting like she had none. She had deliberately pulled her long black hair into a messy braid, and he had watched her wash her clothes in the ocean in the nude and dry them carefully in the equatorial sun before putting them back on still wrinkled to give the appearance that she couldn't be bothered by such details. Now she stood with one hand on his shoulder, leaning like she didn't have a care in the world, but he could tell she still cared for him from the look in her soft brown eyes and the gentle squeeze she gave his shoulder as she went to help her captain to shore.
If Isabelle was beautiful, Captain Anne was pretty. She was about a head shorter than Isabelle, with daintier arms and shoulders, blonde hair in a tight bun, and bigger but less perky breasts. She must have been middle aged, but she had aged well and her looks had stayed with her. She held herself like she was the queen, accepting Isabelle's hand to step out of the rowboat and looking with piercing eyes like she already knew everything she needed to know about you. Red, not knowing what else to do, bowed to her, which made Isabelle break her serious face and snicker, though Captain Anne seemed less amused.
"It seems this is the captive we saw you rowing off with, Isabelle," Captain Anne said as Isabelle dragged the rowboat further onto the beach. "But his hands are no longer bound and he is not with the rest of our ship's loot. Care to explain?"
Red looked to Isabelle. "Well, I know he might have fetched a ransom in the English colonies," she began, "but I spent some time with him, and I told him he's free." She looked back almost defiantly, but Captain Anne just waited in stern silence for an explanation. "I, uh, I was hoping that could happen, anyways, if you allow it. And I thought... well I could retire, to that Indigenous village you told me about, and we could settle down as farmers, and... I could take him with me."
Captain Anne raised her eyebrows, then laughed in disbelief. "Isabelle the warrior pirate settling down on the Spanish Main to marry an Englishman. I mean, I'm English myself, but I sailed across a damned ocean to get away from the arrogant, tepid, pasty men back in Europe. And here you are marrying like some French court lady..." Isabelle blushed and rubbed her neck, and Captain Anne seemed to relent.
"What is your name, free man?" the captain asked.
"Red, ma'am."
"That's captain to you. Well Red, I don't know what you did to win over of one of my best fighters, but I'm gonna miss her."
"Maybe he could... show you what he can do? With his tongue?" Isabelle asked. Red blushed. They had discussed this, but only in passing. But Captain Anne was attractive, with two strands of blond hair falling out of her bun to frame her face, and her cleavage showing in her vest, and her ass so bubbly it pushed out her petticoat.
She raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"
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Isabelle had Red lie back with his head on one of the rucksacks while she undid her belt. Captain Anne watched expectantly.
"Stick your tongue out, boy." Red obeyed, and she slid her pants down to her ankles while sitting back, making sure to aim her asshole for his tongue. Her cheeks blocked out his light and smushed against his face, while the tip of his tongue slid up her tight asshole.
"See, he's like my chair!" Isabelle told her captain. Anne laughed.
"Oh saints, he really is all the way up your ass!" Red couldn't see but he heard her footsteps swish across the sand as she walked around for a better view. He blushed to be so exposed while someone watched him humiliate himself.
"And now I get to set his tongue to work," Isabelle said. "Deeper boy, really worm it around my rosebud."
Red obeyed, sticking his tongue in and out, and licking around the rim. Isabelle let out a pleased giggle. He slipped his tongue in deep, then felt her lean back so her full weight drove him up her ass. She wiggled back and forth a little, enjoying herself, then leaned forward so her captain could see him at work.
He had to stick his tongue all the way out for it to stay in Isabelle's asshole. He glanced back and saw Captain Anne watching him.
She chuckled. "Wow, you really have him doing whatever it is you tell him, to have him kissing your ass like that."
"And the best part is, he even likes it!" Isabelle said, looking over her shoulder at him before sitting back again. "Wait, let me show you something else he likes."
Red felt her ass cheeks tense up, then relax as she farted loud and wet on his tongue.
Pfffffffttt
It smelled like spoiled milk, and he swore he could taste it too. Both of the women broke down laughing.
"Oh heavens, he really is your little bitch huh?" the captain asked.
"He likes it!" Isabelle replied. She got up and turned to face him, pinching his cheek and speaking in a mocking cutesy voice. "He's my good little fart taster, isn't he?"
"Aww, he looks so sad! Why don't you tell her you like it again, bitch boy?" the captain told him. "In fact, why don't you thank her?"
Red blushed deeply. "I... I liked your fart. Thank you."
"Only liked it?" Isabelle said, and giggled.
"I... I loved your fart." Red's shame grew, but so did his arousal when she smiled down at him.
"Why don't you take a turn sitting on him, captain?" Isabelle asked, turning to her friend.
"What a lovely idea," Anne replied. "I could use a rest in this humidity."
With that, she smoothed out her skirt and plopped down on his face.
She wiggled her ass from side to side some, then took off her boots and socks. Then she sat up a bit, lifted her petticoat, and pulled down her bloomers.
"Head up, chair," she told Red. He raised his head and she tucked the back of her skirt under him, so he was inside her dress. She settled back down and shifted to get comfortable, her bare ass pressed against his face. She shifted around until she deliberately jammed his nose up her bare asshole, then sat with her full weight.
"Lovely being my throne, isn't it?" She raised herself up an inch.
"Yes it is," Red replied, still in her skirt, looking up at her pale ass crack.
She dropped her bodyweight down hard, hurting his nose a bit, then lifted back up. "Yes captain, understand?"
"Yes... or, uh, yes captain. Thank you for sitting on me, captain," Red replied.
