Captured by Pirates

by A. Cross

  “Here,” she said, crawling across the large bed towards him. “Let me help.”

  Using the rudimentary medical supplies contained in the first aid kit, Delia carefully cleaned and bandaged the pirate’s wounds. He sat there stoically although at one point he did wince and inhale sharply as she gently tended to one of his deepest cuts.

  “So you’re the captain of the ship,” Delia said, trying to distract him from his pain.

  “Yes.”

  “And you’re also a pirate?” she asked, feeling a bit more bold.

  He chuckled. “I guess that’s what the media is calling us these days,” he agreed.

  “You don’t look the way I imagined a pirate would,” Delia blurted out and then immediately blushed. Clearly modern day pirates didn’t have parrots on their shoulders or peg legs and eye patches. She felt foolish for assuming otherwise. Quickly, she changed the subject. “What made you become a pirate?”

  “Our people are starving as a result of civil war and a corrupt government,” the captain explained. “My crew and I try to get food to innocent civilians by any means possible. Sometimes that requires us to get what we need from cruise ships and other large vessels. We only take what they can afford to give us – we don’t want anyone else to starve, either. But you’d be amazed at how much food goes to waste on cruise ships.”

  Delia was intrigued. She’d assumed the pirates were the bad guys but instead it sounded like they were acting in a very Peter Pan-like way. It was all quite heroic – and kind of romantic, too.

  “What’s your name?” the captain asked.

  “Delia,” she replied. “What’s yours?”

  “Roche,” he answered. He sprawled back on the bed, wincing slightly as his battered body made contact with the soft mattress. “Can you find me my flask? It should be in the same drawer I got the first aid kit from.”

  Delia located the requested flask and handed it to Roche. He gulped the strong alcohol thankfully, eager for it to dull his pain. Delia, meanwhile, dabbed at Roche’s brow with some of the leftover gauze. She wasn’t sure his body was glistening with rainwater, sweat or both.

  Roche offered Delia a swig from the flask. Normally she would have declined but after the traumatic night she’d had, she figured her nerves could use calming. She took a small, tentative sip and immediately made a face at the strong aftertaste of the alcohol.

  Roche laughed.

  Unwilling to admit defeat, Delia steeled herself and then took another, larger gulp of the vile liquid. It took all the willpower she had not to grimace, but somehow, she managed.

  “Impressive,” the ruggedly handsome pirate teased as he took the flask back from the pretty blonde accountant. “I wasn’t sure you had it in you.”

  Delia’s tone was less playful. “There’s blood on your pants,” she said worriedly, pointing at his right thigh. “We must have missed a wound.”

  Unconcerned, Roche slid his pants off. Unlike Delia, he was wearing underwear – grey briefs, to be exact. Even so, she couldn’t help but notice the rather impressive outline of his flaccid member beneath them.

  She tried to concentrate on tending to the wound on his thigh but it was difficult. Roche’s body was so strong and muscular, and even his personality was sexy. He risked his life to save the lives of others – how could she not swoon over that? It was then that Delia realized her bare pussy was still wet with desire and her clitoris was pulsating wildly.

  “Are you okay?” Roche asked, looking up at her as she tended to his wound.

  “Yeah,” she replied unconvincingly.

  He reached out and touched her face, concerned. “Are you sure?” he asked, his fingers gently tilting her chin upward so he could look her in the eyes.

  His eyes were so dark, like mysterious pools of melted chocolate. Although every ounce of Roche dripped with pure masculinity, Delia noted that his eyelashes were very thick and dark. They served to make his eyes stand out even more.

  Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself unable to tear her gaze from his. Delia could feel her nipples hardening beneath her pink dress and wondered if Roche could see them straining against the delicate material.

  He sat up, his eyes never leaving hers.

  Delia leaned forward, entranced.

  That first kiss seemed to catch them both off guard. But it ignited a fire deep within them both that couldn’t be ignored. What began as an innocent kiss quickly evolved into much, much more.

  Roche’s tongue explored Delia’s mouth as he slid her dress off her bare shoulders. He caressed her slender, feminine back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her large breasts mashed against his rock hard chest. She was sure he could feel her erect nipples poking him. She didn’t care. She wanted him to.

  The effects of the alcohol and his own arousal seemed to make Roche forget his injuries. He picked Delia up as though she weighed nothing at all and, cradling her in his arms, laid her back against the pillows. She looked on excitedly as he slid his underwear off to reveal the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen. Her jaw nearly dropped.

  Delia was already topless, her magnificent breasts on full display. The pirate slid her dress up her thighs until the delicate pink material was bunched at her slender waist. His eyes widened in lust as he took in the beautiful sight of her naked, smooth shaven pussy.

  She brazenly parted her thighs to allow him full access to the treasures between her legs.

  Roche’s fingers caressed the sensitive lips of Delia’s sex, causing her to moan and coo. When a fingertip grazed the head of her swollen clitoris, she momentarily forgot to breathe. It felt so good! It felt so much better than when Tyler had touched her…maybe it was because she felt she actually had a connection with Roche.

  Delia looked down as Roche’s thick fingers slid inside her tight, wet orifice. The visual of his dark-skinned digits disappearing inside her spread pink pussy was rather intoxicating. She sighed contentedly and arched her back in pleasure.

  The pirate’s fingers plunged in and out of Delia’s slick hole with slow, rhythmic movements. He leaned down and licked the top of her slit, his rough, wet tongue catching the tip of her engorged bud. She bucked beneath him in response as an involuntary spasm of pleasure shot through her body.

  He seemed to enjoy teasing her. His tongue circled her clit unhurriedly, coaxing the tender pink pearl to swell. It was as hard as a pebble, poking out excitedly from beneath its protective covering. Delia desperately wanted him to take the sensitive button into his mouth and bathe it with his tongue, but he took his sweet time. The anticipation increased her arousal tenfold.

  “Please!” she finally gasped when she could take it no more. “I need you…”

  That seemed to be the cue Roche had been waiting for. When he captured Delia’s throbbing, bloated clit between his lips and teased the tip with his tongue, she went wild with desire. Her hands clutched at Roche’s long dark hair as she humped his face in ecstasy. She let out a scream as her arousal peaked, her body finally erupting in an explosion of orgasmic bliss.

  Before Delia could fully recover from her climax, Roche was pressing his thick cock inside her. He was rock hard, having apparently very much enjoyed her wanton display of sexual desire.

  He penetrated her slowly but steadily. The walls of her pussy had to stretch wide to accommodate him. When he was finally balls deep inside her, the base of his thick shaft pressed against her highly sensitive clitoris. The intimate contact elicited a whole new series of spasms deep within her belly, and Delia writhed beneath him in response.

  She was wetter than she’d ever been and it was a good thing. It enabled Roche to fuck Delia’s pussy with his huge cock without hurting her. She was surprised that before long, her pussy seemed to accommodate the thick intruder with ease and she felt virtually no discomfort – only pleasure.

  Delia wrapped her shapely legs around Roche’s torso and clung to him as he fucked her. Her tits jiggled and bounced with every thrust, her stiff ni
pples pointing in all directions. The pirate ravenously sucked at her neck as he plundered her, his need for sexual release very apparent.

  Suddenly he withdrew. “Roll over onto your belly,” he ordered.

  She wasn’t in any state to argue. Despite her deeply satisfying orgasm, Delia was still in a heightened state of sexual arousal and desperately wanted to cum again. At that moment, she would have done anything Roche had asked of her.

  No sooner that Delia had repositioned herself on her stomach, Roche was atop her. He climbed between her spread thighs and slid his thick cock back inside her bald, wet pussy. She felt her muscles involuntarily clench around his girth in response, clutching possessively at his cock, milking it.

  She was so turned on.

  The new position meant that Roche’s cock was sliding inside her at a different angle. Delia felt strange, unfamiliar stirrings deep within her belly. Then she felt a sudden urge to urinate. She was alarmed at first, but quickly realized that the tip of Roche’s cock was bumping against her elusive g-spot with every inward thrust.

  The sensation was unlike anything Delia had ever felt before. When she came, she screamed aloud. It felt like her entire body was emanating white hot pleasure. Her pussy contracted on Roche’s cock and she ejaculated a torrent of sweet smelling feminine juices all over the bed.

  Roche didn’t seem to mind at all.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” he groaned pulling his hard cock from her with a wet plop. Delia, meanwhile, was in a nearly-comatose state of post-orgasmic ecstasy. She’d never felt so relaxed or so sexually satisfied.

  That changed when Roche grabbed ahold of her lax ass cheeks and peeled them apart to reveal Delia’s tiny, puckered anus to his gaze.

  “What are you doing?!” she demanded, clenching her cheeks defensively.

  “I want to see your asshole,” Roche said simply.

  Delia wrinkled her nose. “Why?” she asked. “That’s so dirty.”

  Roche laughed. “A woman’s asshole is the sexiest part of her body,” he informed her. “It’s also the most private part of a woman’s body…there’s something thrilling about being allowed to see, touch and play with that ‘forbidden’ hole. Now relax your cheeks for me, Delia.”

  Delia wanted to protest but something about hearing her name roll off the pirate’s tongue sent shivers up her spine. He was so sexy. He’d given her so much pleasure. And even though they’d only just met, he’d saved her life…how could she not trust him after that? If he wanted to play with her asshole, how could she say no?

  “Good girl,” Roche said when she finally did as he said and relaxed her cheeks. He wasted no time in spreading her buns again. It embarrassed Delia horribly to know the pirate was staring directly at her tiny anus, but when he appreciatively informed her that she had the sexiest asshole he’d ever seen, it also turned her on.

  “Reach back and spread your ass for me,” Roche commanded as he retrieved a small container of some sort from the nightstand beside the bed. The lust in his voice was apparent. “I’m going to lube you up.”

  Delia could hardly believe she was spreading her own ass cheeks for a man. It was such a shameful thing, to display her most private hole for Roche’s sexual pleasure. But she still did as she was told, pulling her shapely cheeks wide apart so that he had an unobstructed view of the object of his desire.

  The pretty blonde jumped a little as she felt something cool and greasy make contact with her anal opening. Roche massaged the lubricant into the clenching orifice carefully, his finger slowly delving inside millimeter by millimeter. It felt so strange to be touched ‘back there’ – Delia had never been anally penetrated before and wasn’t sure what to expect.

  To Delia’s surprise, the sensation of the pirate’s greasy finger in her ass was actually not entirely unpleasant. At first, she felt a disconcerting fullness that made her want to push the invading digit out. But soon it actually began to feel good. Despite her shame, Delia found herself thrusting her hips back on Roche’s finger.

  Her reaction didn’t go unnoticed.

  “See?” Roche said with some measure of pride in his voice. “You love it.”

  Delia blushed and said nothing. She did love it, but to admit it was simply too shameful.

  “If you like the feeling of my finger in your asshole,” the pirate said deviously, “you’ll love my cock!” She could tell from his voice that there was a big, mischievous smile on his handsome face.

  Delia’s eyes widened at the obscene suggestion. “You can’t do that!” she protested fearfully. “Your cock is huge! It will never fit!”

  The pirate listened to her objections patiently, his finger still inside her clenching anus. When Delia was done telling him all the reasons why they couldn’t possibly have anal sex, he gently caressed her lower back with his free hand. “Do you trust me?” he asked simply.

  She hesitated. “Yes,” she finally admitted – and it was the truth. She did trust him. If the pirate had wanted to hurt her, he would have done so already. Instead, he’d gone out of his way to protect her. She knew she was safe with him.

  “I promise you,” he said quietly, “I’ll be gentle. We’ll take as much time as you need. If you do hate it we’ll stop – but you won’t. I’m certain you’ll love being fucked in the ass as much as I’ll love fucking you in the ass.”

  Delia chewed her lower lip apprehensively. “Okay,” she relented, “I guess we can try.”

  True to his word, the ruggedly good looking pirate was indeed gentle. He pressed the thick head of his cock against the dimpled pucker of Delia’s anus and then slowly applied pressure. She immediately clenched up, afraid of the intrusion.

  “Relax,” he whispered in her ear, his breath against her neck sending shivers down her spine. “Relax, baby. It’s okay.”

  Roche slipped his big cock up Delia’s ass gradually so that she had time to adjust to the sensation. It felt like a log was being shoved up her rectum but thankfully her muscles seemed to adjust relatively quickly. It helped that the pirate’s large, capable hand crept beneath her and began to stroke her nipples to distract her.

  Pretty soon the pretty pink nubs were rock hard once again. Delia’s nipples had always been sensitive. Now, as the pirate rubbed and tweaked them, it felt as though they were directly connected to her pussy. Despite her two orgasms, Delia found herself responding and becoming aroused yet again. Tonight, it seemed, she was insatiable.

  “There,” Roche murmured in her ear sounding somewhat triumphant. “It’s all in. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  “I can’t believe you fit your whole cock up my ass,” Delia breathed, incredulous. “It feels...” She blushed. “It actually feels kind of good,” she admitted, embarrassed to confess to such a shameful thing. The sensation of fullness was incredible.

  “If you think this feels good,” Roche replied, “then wait until I start fucking your ass!” With that, he began to slowly pull his throbbing erection from the pretty blonde anal virgin’s tight puckered hole.

  “No!” she wailed, suddenly fearful again. “Stop, you’ll kill me!”

  “You’ll be fine,” Roche replied firmly, nonetheless stopping at her request. The hand that had been toying with her nipples strayed lower, seeking out her wet, spread sex.

  Delia gasped as the pirate located her clit and began to rub it in earnest. The tender bud responded almost immediately, hardening from his ministrations. Delia felt her hips begin to rock as yet another orgasm began to build deep within her belly.

  The pirate took the opportunity to slide his cock out of Delia’s tight ass. When just the tip remained inside her, he pushed the length of his cock back inside. She sputtered and gasped in shock but didn’t protest. So he did it again…and again. Soon he’d built up a nice steady rhythm.

  Delia was being fucked in the ass by a pirate. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that happening! Even more unbelievable, she was enjoying it!

  Sex was always an intimate act on some level
, but to be taken anally was somehow even more personal. It involved a great deal of trust and total submission on Delia’s part. Perhaps her fear also served to heighten her pleasure.

  Before she knew it, she was on the verge of yet another intense climax.

  Roche’s fingers never stopped moving across her pulsating clitoris. The tender bud felt like it was on fire. She was sure it was bright red, incredibly swollen and poking out brazenly from beneath its hood. The pirate wasn’t being gentle anymore. It was clear that he was on a mission to make her cum. His fingers slapped at the sensitive bud over and over, then grabbed it firmly and gave it a hard twist.

  The rough punishment of her highly responsive button was exactly what Delia needed. She screamed as she shuddered in orgasm beneath the pirate. The entire time she came, he continued to fuck her asshole. The feeling – and shamefulness – of being ass fucked seemed to only prolong her orgasm.