Lust of the Pirates
A Choose Your Own Erotic Story
By Callista J. Hawkes
@CallistaJHawkes
Text Copyright © 2016 Callista J. Hawkes
All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be copied or reproduced in any format, electronic or otherwise without prior written permission.
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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All persons portrayed in this eBook are 18 years of age or older.
This eBook contains sexually explicit situations and terms and is intended for a mature audience only.
Introduction
As a choose your own Erotic story, this book contains multiple paths leading to several different endings. At the end of each section, you will generally be given two or more choices. To progress, simply select your preferred option to continue the story. (No need for the page-flicking back and forth of similar books of yesteryear!) When you reach an ending, you can either skip back to the previous choice or choose to go to the chapter menu. Here you can start the story from the very beginning and enjoy an alternative path through the whole story, or skip to a later section to see how events might play out differently.
You stride along the jetty, the weather beaten timbers creaking slightly underfoot, the crystal clear azure waters of the Caribbean Sea sloshing beneath. You step onto the sandy shore, glad to be back in the pirate haven of Nassau on the island of New Providence after several weeks at sea. With the hold of your ship, the Nemesis, full of booty, the crew behind you are in good spirits. You climb the beach, makeshift tents and encampments dotted along the golden sands. To your left, an imposing fort guards the bay while the colonial buildings of the town stretch away to your right. The afternoon sun beats down and you can feel the sweat on your brow.
“Good to be back is it not?” A voice at your shoulder asks.
“That it is Mr Sykes.” You grin, glancing at the portly figure of your first mate. “You’ll be looking in on your family?”
“Aye sir.” He grins, scratching at his bushy beard. “Once I’ve seen to restocking the Nemesis of course.”
“Pass on my regards to Mrs Sykes.” You tell him.
“That I will.” He nods before marching towards the harbour master’s hut. You glance over your shoulder to see your quartermaster, Anne Bonny just behind you, her long red hair billowing beneath a broad brimmed hat.
“Captain.” She says in her Irish brogue, favouring you with a rare smile.
“The tavern for you Anne?” You grin.
“Why the fuck would you think that?” She bristles before swiftly adding: “Sir.”
“It’s no secret you like your rum as much as the next man.” You reply.
“Aye, that I do,” She concedes, “But the next man is usually an arse, so I’ll be finding me a spot of shade on the beach and drinking my way through a bottle on my lonesome.” With that, she turns towards the beach and heads off amongst the ramshackle tents.
As the beach gives way to the uneven cobbled streets of the colonial town, the crew chatter excitedly as they decide amongst themselves how best to spend their share of the loot. You share the age-old sailor’s dilemma: Tavern or brothel?
Go to the tavern
Visit the brothel
You are in the mood to celebrate your good fortune with a drink or ten and stride towards the doors of the tavern. You enter, your eyes growing accustomed to the smoke fogged gloom. The tavern is already well populated with sailors from some of the other ships and are all at various states of inebriation. With half your crew in your wake, the room quickly fills.
“Afternoon good lady.” You grin at the buxom serving wench behind the bar. “Rum for every man jack here present!” You drop a handful of Spanish doubloons on the bar and a cheer goes up around you.
“Have one for yourself.” You smile at the wench as she finishes pouring rum for the last of the men.
“Very generous of you Captain.” She smiles sweetly, pouring both of you a healthy measure of rum into a pair of tin tankards. You toast her good health before you both drain your cups, enjoying the familiar burning sensation at the back of your throat. You glance across at the wench, guessing her to be in her mid-twenties, perhaps younger. Her blonde-brown hair is long and unkempt and her cheap white cotton dress is rather functional and unrefined, though its low cut and loose fitting neckline affords a tantalising view of her impressive cleavage. With her curvaceous figure, infectious smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eye she has a certain comely charm. Still after several long weeks at sea, any woman with a pulse would have a certain appeal.
Attempt to seduce the buxom wench
You are here to drink
There will be plenty of time to enjoy pleasures of the flesh during the next few days in Nassau, so you drain another tankard swiftly followed by another.
“Keep ‘em coming.” You grin at the wench, dropping another handful of coins on the bar.
An hour later, you have lost all your inhibitions and are sitting at a table singing sea shanties with the rest of the crew. The table before you is a mass of empty tankards, but you demand yet more rum, pouring more coins into the hands of the buxom wench while leering at her impressive cleavage.
“You will ‘ave ta excuse me men.” You slur another hour later, getting unsteadily to your feet. The room spins and you stagger wildly sideways. One of the men grasps your arm to stop you falling. “Unhand me sir!” You snap, shrugging his hand off. “Jus’ need ta find my sea legs…” You take another step forward before losing your balance and crashing into a nearby table, your head smashing into the sturdy wooden table top. You slump to the floor unconscious.
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“Good rum.” You tell the wench. “Eclipsed only by the beauty of the lady serving it.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” She replies with a braying laugh, reaching up and absently playing with her hair. You continue to turn on the charm and the young wench laps up the attention, her blue eyes gazing attentively into yours. Every time one of the other sailors asks for a drink, her expression becomes one of mild annoyance.
An hour later, laughing drunkenly together, the wench finally turns away from the bar, collecting some empty bottles and backing through a door behind her. As she stands in the doorway, she pauses and flashes you a sly smile before disappearing through it. You smile to yourself and finish your rum before pushing yourself away from the bar and following her through the door. You can hear the clink of empty bottles as you step into a small enclosed courtyard, crates and barrels piled up against the walls. The wench has her back to you as she rummages in one of the crates. You step behind her and wrap your arms around her waist.
“I can contain myself no longer.” You whisper in her ear as your hands roam over her curves.
“Oh Captain!” She giggles as you cup her breasts through the rough material of her dress, your hardening cock pressing into her plump buttocks. She twists her head to one side, her lips meeting yours. You kiss her lustfully, the wench matching your urgency. You slide your right hand down her body, caressing her thigh through the skirts of her dress. The wench moans with delight and pulls her skirts up and over your hand. Your cock twitches against her as your hand slides across the soft skin of her thigh before delving between her legs. You hold your fingers tantalisingly short of her pussy, feeling the sultry heat radiating out from her.
“Do it.” She moans, grinding her buttocks back against your cock. “Touch me.” You chuckle and relent, tracing
the sodden furrow of her slit with your forefinger before playing a fingertip over her clit. She stiffens, gasping with delight as you gently rub at the little fleshy nub. She becomes increasingly vocal as you alternate between teasing her clit and dipping your fingertips inside her and you wonder if the men inside the tavern will overhear. You smile as you hear the muffled words of a drunken slurred sea shanty drift through the closed door and decide that will be unlikely.
“Talented as you are with your fingers, I think I need your cock.” The wench moans, her hot breath against your cheek.
“As you wish.” You grin, slipping your fingers from her. She turns around and kisses you passionately, your eyes widening as she aggressively spears her tongue into your mouth. You kiss her back, your hard cock painfully restricted now within your tight breeches. The wench breaks the kiss, pulling open your shirt and running her fingers down to your sword belt, quickly unbuckling it.
“That’s not the weapon I seek.” She quips as she strips it from you, your cutlass and scabbard clattering on the stone floor. She deftly pulls open your breeches and slides them down, your engorged cock springing free.
“Well?” You grin. She simply smiles, her blue eyes fixed on the cock swaying before her. She reaches for it, taking it in her grasp. You grunt as she begins to stroke her hand up and down, the maddening ache instantly alleviated.
“Looks good enough to eat.” She purrs. “I don’t know whether I want to suck it or fuck it…”
Have her take you into her mouth
Lift her onto the stack of crates and slip inside her
“I think I’d like to feel those luscious lips wrapped around my length.” You suggest with a raised eyebrow. The wench smiles and eagerly drops to her knees before you, her hand gliding up and down your shaft.
“It’s so big.” She purrs, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I don’t think it will fit in my little mouth.”
“Why don’t we find out?” You suggest, thrusting your hips forward. She giggles and opens her mouth wide. You gasp as her lips close around the tip, her warm, moist tongue swirling around the bulbous head. While one hand continues to pump your length, the other slides between your legs and cups your aching balls. Her eyes glint up at you as she begins to bob her head back and forth while her fingers caress your sensitive balls. As her fingertips graze over the thick skin of your sack, the combination of sensations makes you groan with pleasure.
“Damn, that feels good.” You gasp, the lewd slurping and sucking sounds adding to your excitement. The wench certainly has a talent for fellatio. You reach down, running your fingers through her long blonde-brown hair, gently guiding her pace and enjoying the sight of her lips stretched around your thick cock. Your shaft glistens with her saliva and you grunt as she reaches back further and caresses the sensitive ridge of skin between your balls and arse. She pulls her lips from your cock and grins wickedly up at you.
“I bet you really need to come.” She teases, before slowly licking your shaft from balls to tip. You nod, your balls tightening at the thought of reaching your climax. The wench feathers kisses all over your straining length while continuing to pump it with slow deliberate strokes.
“I’m not going to last much longer.” You groan, the bulbous head of your cock swollen, the skin taut and shiny.
“Are you going to come in my mouth?” She purrs, rubbing your cockhead around her lips. “I think I’d like that. I love the taste of a man’s seed, feeling it erupting into my mouth and splashing onto my tongue.” Your pulse is racing as her touch and her filthy talk has you on the very brink.
Come in her mouth
Come on her face
You remain silent as she continues to stroke your cock, the tip hovering just before her face.
“I’m going to swallow every last drop.” She tells you. “I’m going to enjoy feeling your thick, warm seed sliding down my throat.” You bite your lower lip, stifling any telltale indications of your impending climax. You can feel your balls churning as she swiftly sends you over the edge. You grunt with release as your cock twitches in her grasp. She has just enough time for her eyes to widen before a thick rope of come streaks from the tip to splatter across her forehead and dribble down onto her right eyebrow. She squeals in surprise as a second rope splashes across her nose and cheek and another across her lips and chin. She presses the tip to her other cheek, sweeping it across her face as she aims the last few spurts over her features. As the last weaker eruptions trickle from the tip, she takes it into her mouth and sucks them from you. She finally pulls you from her lips and glares angrily up at you.
“You bastard!” She splutters. “I thought you were a Gentleman.”
“You should know from my current occupation that while I may have once been a Gentleman, my morals are far from Gentlemanly.” You grin, enjoying the sight of her come streaked face.
“Well, be that as it may, you owe me a mouthful next time.” She flashes you a come covered grin and gets gingerly back to her feet. She unties her apron and carefully wipes your seed from her face with it before straightening her dress. You quickly pull on your clothes and glance at the comely wench, feeling a little awkward now the moment has passed.
“Well, I really should return to my crew.” You tell her, glancing at the door back into the tavern. She nods and you lead on.
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“Yes, make me come in your mouth.” You gasp. “I’m so close!” The wench giggles and guides your cock back into the warmth of her mouth, her cheeks caving in as she sucks on the tip. Her hand quickens its pace on your shaft and you feel the tension building rapidly in your balls. You stiffen before with a roar of release, you explode into her waiting mouth. Your balls twitch and your whole body convulses as you spurt again and again into her gently sucking mouth. She moans contentedly around your cock as you quickly fill her mouth with your seed. Her hand continues to pump your shaft as if desperate to taste every last drop. As your climax fades, she slips your cock from her lips and smiles up at you, your pearly white seed pooled on her tongue. She closes her mouth and shuts her eyes, savouring the taste before gulping it down.
“Not bad Captain.” She smiles. “That was quite a mouthful you gave me!”
“It’s been a while.” You reply, feeling a little embarrassed but returning her smile. You help her back to her feet and she straightens her dress while you pull your clothes back on.
“Well, should you need my… assistance again, you know where I am.” She flashes you the same mischievous smile, a glint in her eye.
“No wonder your tavern is so popular.” You chuckle before turning to leave.
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“Allow me to help you make up your mind.” You grin, grabbing her and lifting her onto a stack of crates. She giggles with delight as you pull her skirts up past her waist. Her legs swing invitingly open and you move between them.
“I’d better not get splinters in my arse.” She grumbles, shifting uncomfortably on the crate.
“You’re about to feel a prick you won’t mind.” You grin. The wench giggles, watching intently as you guide the tip of your cock towards her glistening slit.
“Yessss!” She moans as you press inside her, your thick shaft sinking easily inside her. “Oh that feels so good!” You press your lips to hers, kissing her hungrily as you begin to thrust back and forth, your length pistoning into her. You crane your head forward, kissing at the tops of her soft, plump breasts. The wench moans with pleasure, reaching down and pulling the top of the loose fitting dress down, exposing her chest. You eagerly take a nipple into your mouth, gently sucking on it and making her gasp with delight. Her legs wrap around your thighs and her fingers run through your hair as you tease one nipple and then the other, sucking and nibbling at each.
“Oh God, that feels good.” She pants. You slip a hand between your heaving bodies, sliding it down her belly, your fingers grazing through the soft down of her pubic hair. Your thumb finds her clitoris and you begin to tease it, gently rub
bing at the little button. Her moans become louder and more intense, her legs pulling you tightly into her.
“You like that?” You grin, pulling your face from her chest. She nods, too breathless to reply. Her face and chest are flushed and you know she is close. You thrust into her faster and faster, your own excitement building as her cries of pleasure become increasingly frantic.
“Oh yes!” She cries out, throwing back her head. “Fuck me! Fuck meee!” Her body stiffens and she shudders against you as a powerful orgasm consumes her. Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth drops open, little gasps of ecstasy escaping her lips with each pulse of pleasure. As the final tremors of her climax fade, her eyes open and she smiles broadly, a look of complete satisfaction on her face.
“It would seem seamanship is the lesser of your talents.” She murmurs softly. “Now let’s see if I can return the favour…” Her hands slide down to your buttocks, her fingernails digging into the flesh of your cheeks as she urges you to finish what you started.
Come inside her
Come on her breasts
“I think I would rather finish on your magnificent chest.” You grin. The wench chuckles, obviously well accustomed to that particular request and pulls you from her sodden hole. She drops to her knees before you and cups her breasts, pressing the plump mounds of flesh together. She kneads and massages them, presenting them to you as you grasp your shaft and begin to frantically pump it.
“You want to come all over my big tits?” She smiles up at you. “You going to give me a pearl necklace?”
“You can count on it.” You grunt, the tension building in your balls. You watch as she pinches at the swollen buds of her nipples, lightly pulling at them.
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