Page 13 of Enslaved

She’s not following orders.

She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Racing forward, my right hand reached out smacking her tits hard.

“Owww,” she shrieked.

Grabbing fistfuls of her hair, I jerked her head back. “Open your mouth.”

She complied.

I grunted, as I dropped a hand to stroke myself a few times from root to tip.

She moaned, staring at my tip wet with pre-cum. My cock was jacked up and ready to go, for someone else.But she’ll do.

“You didn’t ask permission to take your bra off. So, I smacked you. Now make me come good, baby. If you do—I’ll consider letting you come, too.”

Before she could reply, with my hand still locked in her hair—I jerked her head forward at the same time I rammed my dick down her throat.

She sucked greedily like she’d never tasted cock before.

“It’s about time,” Alex, called out hips jerking into the whore he has bent over the couch.

Shrugging, I closed my eyes, seeing that deckhand’s tight ass and the shadow of her cleavage as she bent down to wipe the rails.

Shuddering as this one cupped my balls—mouth and tongue licking, sucking, stroking—my hips surged…groin and deep V in her face; my trimmed pubic hairs mashing against her nose.

She couldn’t breathe.

Her mouth was stuffed with my cock. The musky scent of sex filled the small cabin as my hips surged forward pressing her back against the wall. My pubic bones crushed her face as I spilled my load down the back of her throat. She gurgled on my thick, hot cum. But I held her still as gush after gush spewed like a geyser from my loins.

“Asshole,” she muttered, my seed dripping from her mouth.

“I’m worse than an asshole. I’m the devil, sweetheart,” tucking myself back in, I turned dismissing her.

“W-what about me?”

“You want to come?” Cocking my head to the side, my eyebrows rose.

She nodded, “yes, sir.”

“Too late.” I picked up my whiskey draining the rest, jerking my head to Alex and the girl he just fucked. “You’ll have better luck with them.” Opening my wallet, I took out a grand throwing the bills on the carpet, watching her crawl over to them stuffing them in her G-string.

“Jesus,” I shook my head, “I’m going to find the bosun and make sure we get these two back to shore.”

Alex flipped me the bird as he stood getting ready to put nipple clamps on his whore.

Slamming the door behind me, my bare feet were silent as I tread on the teak deck. Bowing my head at the rail, I inhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh air letting it replace the pungent smell of over-ripe pussy and the cigarettes Alex was smoking while fucking his escort.

But despite the clean air and perfect Mediterranean summer night, I was filthy as hell.

A figure scurried towards me, without even bothering to see who it was I called out, “fetch me a Macallan 18 on the rocks and let the captain know our guests are ready to go to shore.”

“You mean your whores…,” she whispered, but the wind carried her words.

“Excuse me?” My head whipped around, as my eyes glared hard through the darkness.

“I’ll be right back with that drink,” she smiled sweetly. Too sweetly.

“That’s not what you said, sweetheart.”

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