Chapter 2
The pirate helps me off his lap, and he leaves me briefly to pick up my crown off the floor by the couch.
Oh, oops. I didn’t even notice it fell off.
I brush my fingers through my hair self-consciously before he fits the crown on my head.
I’m still fuzzy from my orgasm, and I want to give him as much pleasure as he gave me.
He swiftly removes his belt, and I giggle at how silly this all is.
I’m with an older guy whose name I don’t know, and willing to do whatever he wants.
My heart races as he glances at me, his piercing gaze making me laugh even more.
Oh shit, I hope he doesn’t think I’m laughing at him.
This guy could be old enough to be my father, and I’m desperate to fuck him.
This is not how I expected my night to go.
I assumed there would be a pile of guys on me by now.
He trails his fingers along the green ribbon at my wrist, and my breath quickens. Is he going to fuck my ass?
“Kneel.” His voice holds a predatory edge, and he’s dropped all pretense of being a pirate.
His words trigger something deep inside me, and I’m powerless to do anything but obey. I slowly lower myself onto my knees in front of him, ready to service him in front of the crowd. I’m surprised at how much I want to give this to him.
The pirate seizes my wrists, pulling them tightly behind my back to secure them with his belt.
As he binds me, I glance around the room and catch the eye of a man by the bay window.
He smiles, raising his glass in acknowledgement.
My gaze shifts to the pirate as he steps in front of me and pushes down his pants, revealing an impressive cock.
I doubt I’ll be able to take all of him in my mouth.
But I’m determined to try.
He puts his hands on my head, avoiding the crown, and guides my mouth closer to him.
With my wrists bound, all I can do is use my tongue to lick the salty pre-cum on his cock from the base to the tip.
I lavish it with plenty of saliva and swirl my tongue around the end, focusing on the underside right beneath the head.
He groans and guides himself deeper into my mouth.
I work my throat around him, adjusting to the size, and when he’s finally buried to the hilt, he rocks his hips.
Holy hell, he can fit! I’m surprised at how he’s able to get in all the way. It’s tight, but I feel like a world-class cock-sucker for accommodating his full length.
The pirate’s scent, a combination of that orange smell and his own unique musk, fills my senses as I taste his skin. It’s a heady mixture that lingers on the tongue, and I like it. I could suck on this guy all night and be happy.
I try to breathe steadily, but I don’t quite have a handle on it yet.
Each time he pulls most of the way out, my body takes over, sucking in a deep breath.
Being bound and at his mercy triggers something primal in me, something that bypasses thought and taps into pure instinct.
I’m a slut who loves being used, and in this moment, it’s all I want to be.
I look up at him as he slowly fucks my mouth.
There’s something comforting about not being in charge, and trusting this older guy to make the decisions and take care of me.
My mouth is full and stretched, but he’s not being rough.
I relax into his hold on my head and let him have my mouth while my body hums with desire.
“What a good girl, letting me use your mouth while all these people watch. You like it, don’t you?” he asks as he strokes my cheek almost tenderly while still guiding me on and off his cock with the other hand.
I moan my agreement as he moves faster. I want him to fill my mouth with cum until I can’t swallow it all. But before he can finish, he pulls away, leaving me desperate for more. I watch as he adjusts himself, my eyes following the outline of his erection as it disappears into his pants.
I’m left kneeling with my tits still hanging out of my dress.
I see a few other couples having sex, while another woman glances over at me appreciatively.
When the pirate pulls me up, he kisses me.
His lips are hungry and possessive, his tongue exploring my mouth with a passion that mirrors my own.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation, forgetting about the crowd around us and focusing only on him.
This guy has an unfamiliar power over me. All he did was call me a good girl and give me an orgasm, and suddenly I’m ready to follow him around all night and be his personal fucktoy.
He breaks off the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. When I open my eyes, lust is written all over his face, and he asks, “You ready for me?”
His breath is warm, and I whimper from being so turned on. I don’t know if it’s the authority he projects or his incredible kiss, but I’d do anything for him to finish what he started.
I whimper in response, my need so intense that I can barely think. “Please,” I beg.
He turns me around towards a hallway and I can tell that’s the direction he wants to go, but before we take a step, he whispers into my ear, “I’m tempted to take what that green ribbon is offering.”
My eyes widen, and I shiver at the thought of him fucking me in the ass. Isn’t that what I wanted when I chose the green ribbon? I might sometimes think I’m shy, but I really want all my holes filled tonight—and now I want my pirate to be the one who fills them.
He grins. “You like the idea of getting that cute little butt of yours stuffed full of my cock?”
I manage to nod. My mind is cloudy from being so horny. “I’ve only done it once...” I struggle to find the right words, then decide to just say exactly what I’m thinking, “I want you to do whatever you want to me. Please?”
That sounds a lot less desperate than it feels, and he kisses my neck, close to my ear, and whispers, “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Does this mean he’s going to fuck my ass? God, am I going to have to beg for it? Tonight is turning out to be better than I ever imagined, all because of the sexy pirate with a Scottish accent.
“First,” the pirate says, “you must do as I say.”
I grin with excitement. “Aye aye, captain!”
He removes his belt from my wrists and loops it through his pants.
I vibrate with yearning as I watch him, and his lips twist into a knowing smile as he leads me down the hallway to a dimly lit gaming room.
The scent of leather and cigar smoke fills my nostrils as we enter.
There’s a gaming table to one side, surrounded by four guys playing poker, but the pirate leads me to a large leather couch in the middle of the room.
“Get on your hands and knees and stick your cute little butt out. Let me get a good look at that pretty hole.”
He pushes me down onto the couch, and I can feel the coolness of the leather against my knees. No one has ever talked to me this way, and having an older guy I don’t know saying these things to me somehow makes it filthier.
I blush as I hold on to the backrest of the couch and realize I’m facing the guys playing poker. They’ve abandoned their game and are watching us with interest. My body lights up with pleasure, knowing they’re about to get a graphic show as I get fucked.
My pussy throbs, the anticipation of the pirate fucking me is driving me crazy.
I want him to take me, to make me scream in ecstasy.
He pushes up my skirt, fingers tracing up and down my wet slit.
I moan, and the watching men are suddenly forgotten as my head drops, crown tumbling onto the sofa cushions.
The teasing is exquisite, each touch sending a jolt of sensation through me.
I’m so sensitive that I might come all over his hand at any moment.
When I feel a finger pressing against my asshole, I arch my back and instinctively move against him. He removes his finger and a sharp spank on my ass startles me, making me squeak in surprise.
“Stay still and quiet, Alice.”
“Sorry, captain,” I mutter, my face flushing with embarrassment.
He puts his finger against my ass again and pushes it in. The pressure feels good and I hold myself still. Is he going to replace his finger with his cock? Fuuuck, I want that.
He laughs gently. “That’s right, baby. Hold still for me.”
I keep silent as he carefully probes my ass. Once he seems satisfied that I can take his finger, he slides a second one inside. This one burns and stings, but before I can move or make a noise, he bends down and bites my ass.
I yelp at the sudden pain in my flesh as my ass clamps down on his fingers, which only intensifies the burn. Then his lips glide along my skin as he kisses where he bit me.
The burning turns to pure desire, and when I tilt my head to look at him, he’s smiling as he uses his other hand to rub my clit. Oh, god. His nimble fingers play with my pussy while his other hand is busy stretching my asshole. It feels amazing.
I pant as he works his fingers in and out of me.
The joy builds, and when he increases the speed of his finger on my clit, the dam cracks and the tension in my belly releases.
I cover my mouth with one hand to muffle my cries as my body convulses.
Euphoria rockets through me as my orgasm robs me of my senses, and all I can focus on is the bliss.
When my climax dies down, he removes his fingers and flips me over so I’m on my back.
He kneels between my legs, pushing them wide open.
If I wasn’t so blissed out, I might feel vulnerable in this position.
My skirt is at my waist, and my tits are hanging out—but he’s given me too much pleasure to care.
My skin feels sensitive everywhere, and I can still feel the ghost of his fingers in my ass as my whole body trembles.
“Ready?”
His deep voice entrances me, and all I can do is nod. He takes his cock out and rolls a condom onto it, and I bite my lip to stop myself from telling him to fuck me raw. I really want him to fill me with his cum so I’ll be dripping on the way home, but it’s better this way.
He doesn’t say another word as he pushes his cock into my pussy in one long thrust. Oh god, even though I had him in my mouth, he feels bigger than I expected. He stretches me out, and it feels so fucking good.
I gyrate my hips, encouraging him to fuck me harder.
He withdraws until just the head of his cock is barely inside me, and slams into me again.
My tits bounce with every powerful thrust, and I revel in the raw intensity of his movements.
I tip my head back and close my eyes as rapture swirls in my core. This is a guy who knows how to fuck.
He keeps going, increasing his speed, and I tighten around him in pleasure.
I’ve never been fucked like this, and I wish this guy didn’t have to disappear after tonight.
He grinds against me, his length massaging my inner walls as he fills me completely.
I lose myself in the sensation, crying out with every thrust.
He brushes his fingers against my clit and I’m thrown into another wave of pleasure. The pressure is too much, and I explode all over his cock. He growls with approval and slides his hands under my ass, lifting it up so that I’m tilted and my breasts bounce even more.
When he’s almost there, he bends over and latches onto my nipple. The suction from his mouth sets me off, and I come all over his cock again as he pulses his own release.
He pulls out and tugs me up for a kiss, his mouth crushing mine as I lean against him. This guy seriously just fucked me senseless. I’m not sure I could even walk at this moment.
When he stops kissing me, he retrieves my crown from the couch. He settles it on my head again, and kisses my nose affectionately.
“Now you’re the perfect slut, and such a good girl.”
Perfect? I’m a mess, but I’m happy and content as I slump onto the couch and close my eyes. If he wants to fuck my ass, he’s gonna have to just roll me over and take it. I don’t think I can hold myself up.
He sits down next to me and I snuggle against him, enjoying the faint scent of oranges again.
He rubs my shoulder. “Relax a moment, but then I have to go get you some water.”
Hmmm? Yeah, I could use a drink. “Okay, thanks.”
I melt into his side and drift. I’m not sure how tonight could get any better, but it’s still pretty early, so once I regain my strength, maybe I’ll be ready for more.