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to night's show. The ocean breeze certainly seemed to call the heat of the sun. Janet had to admit the sun was still very hot, but the sea air called it enough that she could sunbathe comfortably naked on their yacht. This far out to sea, she was as private as she possibly could be. No one would see them whatever they did, even though there was little threat of anything too passionate happening with Brad. He was strictly a Sunday morning quick fumble and a fucking bed kind of guy.
If he was any more vinerar, they would have put him in the cone and been serving him on hot sunny days. Janet had laughed when she first met him. She was curious about anything sexual and so wanted to know his thoughts on oral sex. Oh, I'd rather do it than talk about it, he said. She laughed until she realized that he just didn't know what oral sex actually was. He thought it was just talking dirty. The attraction of financial security eventually won the day, and they
have been married for three years now. No kids, of course, no orgasms unless she provided them for herself, and most definitely no oral sex. God she missed having her pussy licked, possibly more than having a thick cock inside her. Of course, Brad wasn't exactly overflowing in that department either. Thank god for her selection of battery powered boyfriends. She would have been fucked without them, she giggled to herself as she
thought that through Actually she wouldn't be fucked, not at all. Ever, she lay on the lounger, watching him, his eyes deliberately not looking at her, even as her fingers explored between her thighs and teased her already wet folds. Look at me, she whispered, willing him to watch her touch herself to get so painefully hard, since she could do nothing but fuck her there and then. But judging by the flat plane of his shorts, she was having absolutely no effect
on him. Sighing to herself, she closed her eyes and let herself drift into a day dream. Her daydreams had gone from mildly erotic to borderline pornographic in the time she'd been married to Brad. Sometimes she just needed to close her eyes and her clip would start throbbing without her touching. Guess this is what it feels like to be frustrated, she whispered suddenly to herself. Surrendering to her fantasy, she closed her eyes fully. She wasn't sure how long
her eyes had been closed. She wasn't sure how long her eyes had been closed, and she had been enjoying her fantasy before the yacht lurched viciously, turning her off the lounger and sprawling across the deck. Turning, she gasped at the ship brushing hard against them. Somewhere in the noise of the ships clashing, she could hear voices, and they weren't friendly voices, mean aggressive voices that obviously had dark intentions for Brad. In her rolling on the deck,
she dropped through a door into the cabin below. Scrambling, Janet found some space under the bed and thankfully a few clothes strewn around. She could at least look decent to get murdered. There was a lot of noise on the deck above, a lot of heavy, angry footsteps. She desperately held her breath. She desperately held her breath at the thought of these thugs ravaging their beautiful yacht. She listened for Brad's voice, but she couldn't hear him at all.
Surely they hadn't slit his throat and cast him into the ocean to be eaten by hammerhead sharks, she thought, grinning. Okay, that might have been an overactive imagination and maybe a little wistful thinking. Either way, it wasn't right. She should at least try and maintain the image of a dutiful wife in his last moments. She could not stop herself from grinning, even when the cabin door erupted, sending broken wood all around her. There was no ceremony, no discussion.
Her hands were tied in a Hessian sack put over her head before she was led out into the sunlight. Her feet stumbled over the desk as she was dragged hurriedly. She guessed she had just walked a plank between the two boats by the strange feeling of space, and then back on to a boat again. This one felt different, steadier, a boat that was intended for business rather than just
looking pretty. Even through the fragrance of the sea, she could smell the very masculine fragrance of the people around her. All rum and cigars filled her senses. Suddenly, her arms were lifted above her head and her bind secured. While she was lifted a few inches off the deck. The men were jeering at their obvious prize. Trapped and vulnerable,
they could do anything they wanted to her. To her surprise, that thought wasn't exactly unattractive, and even more shocking was a throbbing sensation moving through a pussy at the thought of it. Janet had never seen herself as anything more than having a healthy sexual appetite, but right now her slick was dripping down her legs. Suddenly, the jeering and
noises stopped, even the ocean seemed to fall quiet. Somehow, just a sound of footsteps dominated the air, that rhythm having a particular effect on her body, as if every step echoed between a thighs and resonated on a clip. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out, to lash out at whatever monster was descending upon her. She wanted to be frightened. She wanted to be angry for disturbing her pleasure. She didn't want to be so fucking turned on that she could smell it over everything else,
including the rum and cigars. Maybe this was how it ends. She would be fucked so ruthlessly by these men until she couldn't breathe and the left to die, immersed in all their manly sexy juices. The anticipation burned through her like a wildfire. Her thighs squeezed together as she burned with need at the thought of being fucked that hard and this footfall that stalked her across the deck, seemed to know it. The sound of every step teased at her clip pressed it hard with their own desire and
desperate need. Then there are no footfalls, no ocean, no pirates, just the well of silence, filling her with anticipation of whatever is to happen next. Jane could do nothing but hold her breath as she felt the proximity of warm skin next to her face. Whatever this monster was, it was, stood very close to her. She gasped with surprise as the most gentle caress of its fingers teased over her cheek.
She certainly wasn't expecting something that gentle, Nor was she expecting the pounding feeling that pulsed between her nipples and clt The warmth of his breath danced over her ears. He paused shortly as if he was going to speak, but then decided better of it. She knew he was a man now. Every sense in her body screamed. Whatever this was, it was all man, possibly more man than anything she had ever seen before. I believe you are
the captain, her voice eventually uttered. Your men killed the captain, she said, and realized that of course, Brad was more than just the captain. Correcting herself, she tried to sound upset. He he was my husband. Oh, I don't know where he went. We never touched him, he whispered. She could hear the filthy grin on his lips, though sensuous, powerful, evil lips. The cabin boy told us you were the captain before he pledged his allegiance to me, he chuckled
in a Mannick type of way. He obviously knew exactly what had happened, as did Janet. Now, the cowardly little shit, she thought, if they hadn't killed him, she shaw as fulk would. Suddenly there was an unexpected heat pressing on her face, the stubble of his beard teasing over her skin, his lips brushing her neck. I have to say you taste good for a captain, he whispered. And smell even better, he said, as his hand moved firmly between her thighs,
grasping at her damp pussy. Lifting her skirt, he massaged the lace of a panties against her pussy. Fuck. She didn't want to be so easily turned on by him. She really didn't, but her treacherous pussy was just ignoring her and deciding it was going to do its own thing. There was no way he couldn't have felt how intensely it was throbbing. She could hear it echoing in her ears. Her whole stomach vibrated with the trembling pleasure that shook inside.
Janet bitter lip, trying to control this avalanche of lust that resonated through her, but to no avail. She could no more deny this lust. She felt that she could deny her body. His next breath, a guttural moan escaped her lips. Fuck. She wanted him. She'd never seen him, but damn, something about his demeanor, maybe maybe it was his pheromones, just sent her whole body a light. Without trying, his finger traced over her panties and roughly caressed her
clar Her body trembled at his vicious touch. The abrasive texture of his skin riffled over her sensitive nub before pressing on it aggressively and tormenting her pleasure further. Suddenly, he grasped her clit between his finger and thumb, rubbing it, sending waves of torturous delight around her body. Her legs twisted against his hand, her own bodily reactions beyond her control. Spasms of pleasure echoed through every nerve as his fingers
pulled tightly on it, torturing it. As his hand dropped away, her skirt remained lifted. The sudden cool breeze lashed at her clit, affording her no respite from the aching desire that engulfed her. Without warning, his hand descended between her thighs. Spank after punishing spank hit at her clit, sending pulses of pleasure moving through her. This real he shouldn't have
been turning her on as much as it was. She pushed her hips forward, excited to receive each and every spank on her pussy, wanting the connection, wanting the punishment, wanting this pleasure. Loosening her bonds from above, Janet suddenly dropped, but before she hit the deck, he grabbed her and flipped around in one motion, before he laid her roughly over some sort of grill. She could feel the slats pushing at her right niffles as he man handled her.
Her skirt ripped up over her ass and her panties torn off. She could suddenly feel him pressing against her the heat of his cock pulsed against her raking pussy. Janet pushed back against him, gyrating her pelvis her pussy, trying to clutch at his hard cock. Fuck. She needed to feel him inside her. It had been too long since she had felt full from a swollen erection. His hand came down hard again against her pussy, again, sending
shot waves of pleasure ricocheting in every direction. The beautiful sting of delight teased at her folds and plunged deep into a pussy, unforgiving waves of temptation cascading up and down her body. Before the sting had even subsided, he plunged his hard cock deep into a pussy, every thrust in perfect time with the sensations moving through her fuck. She could feel her pussy clutching at him, grasping his
hard cock, willing it deeper. His fingernails dug hard into the soft flesh of her ass, clawing her back on to him. Janet could feel the delightful length of every thrust filling her completely, the head of his cock pressing along the walls of her pussy, massaging every inch as it intensified. The whirlwind of pleasure moving through her thrust after hard thrust stretched the lips of a pussy, his
deliberate fucking pressing to the very end of her. His hands reached up and bunched her hair, tightly, pulling her back on to him as he relentlessly pounded into her dripping pussy, the head of his cock trembling as it hammered home his kneed with every single thrust. The sensation of his bulls pancing on a pussy just accentuated the pleasure, and as his body tightened, his fingernails dicking into her shoulders as he pressed deeper and deeper, his rough mose
becoming growls. As she felt his pulsing growing inside her, her own orgasm growing, she could do little but buck against his thrust. The pleasure was undeniably torturous. His thrust now so hard he lifted her from whatever she was laying on, and every thrust pounded along her clip, driving her body insane with the tumultuous pleasure that rose inside her.
And just as she felt she could take no more, he erupted inside her, his cum filling every inch of her a pussy, triggering her own orgasm to explode through her sliding his still dripping cock from her throbbing pussy. He flipped her around again, lifting the sack from her head, he pushed his cock deep and hard into her mouth. Long streams have come continued to shoot down her throat as he fucked deep into her mouth. The entire length of his cock, pushing in and out of her mouth
is com spilling down her chin. Finally looking up, she could see his face fully. He was ruggedly handsome. His looks were warmer and softer than she had expected, no vicious scars. He did have a wonderfully mischievous look about him. His eyes sparkled with the devil may care attitude, grinning wildly at Janet as he pulled his pants up and fastened his belt, A sudden realization shot through Janet's mind.
You know I've just been fucked by you and supped your cock until you were dry, have come in front of your whole crew, and I really didn't care, She grinned back at him. I'm not normally this forward, he winked at her as he pointed just behind her, my whole crew and his new cabin boy, he said, with a grin turning, Janet looked beneath the grill below her to see Brad standing naked below the deck. Brad, she said, well, I'm thinking of renaming him to Roger. Oh, and it
looks like Roger got very hard watching me, fuck you, Janet. Indeed, the whole crew looked down at Roger or Brad. His cog was definitely very hard. In fact, Janet had never seen him this hard before. He just made her wonder what next? Indeed, what next for Janet? Well, you'll have to wait for next week to see m M and this story progresses, but I hope you like it. Don't forget if you have a fantasy, any fantasy, just send
it to me at Devlin at Wildsires dot com. Now, next week we have the continuation of this story, and I look forward to seeing you then. But for now and always with your pleasure in mind. And this is devilin World, wishing you salacious dreams.