Smut by the Sea

by Lucy Felthouse

  I slowed as I approached The Magpie. There was very little light away from the shoreline, the moon only a thin and feeble crescent. It was just as well I knew this pontoon like the back of my hand.

  When I reached the stern, Roberto wasn’t there so I came to a halt and looked up at the majestic ship. Atop the main mast was the crow’s nest, swaying gently this way and that. I wondered what it would be like to sit up there, with Roberto, peer into the horizon and look for adventure. Adventures we could seek out together.

  “Come this way, Matilda.”

  Roberto’s low, rumbling voice both startled and thrilled me. I looked through the darkness, but he was nowhere to be seen. The only thing I was sure of was that he was on The Magpie already.

  Taking a quick glance over my shoulder, for I knew my father would chop off my feet for stepping on this ship, I gripped the roped handrail and strode up the steep walkway to the deck, grateful there was a spill of lamplight leading the way. I didn’t fancy landing in the sea, it was inky black, bone chillingly cold and deathly deep out here.

  The second my soles touched the deck, strong arms wrapped around me. I was drawn against a solid body, my palms landing on sharply angled collarbones.

  “Ah, now you are mine. Any woman who steps onto this ship becomes mine, did you know that Matilda? Mine to do with as I wish. To take as my heart desires.”

  “Captain,” I gasped, not sure whether I should be terrified or delighted that he could do with me as he wished. “But you said - ”

  “I know what I said, Matilda, and yes I will give you something sparkly and pretty, but you must also do something for me.”

  Our chests were pressed close, he’d shed his moleskin jacket and wore a flamboyant white shirt undone to his navel. I could only make out his mouth in the dim light, his hat shading the upper half of his face. “What…?” I managed, aware of my nipples heaving through my bodice against his hot torso. “What do you want me to do?”

  “While my men keep your father distracted, I want you to show me if that saucy glint in your eye is for real, or if it’s an act.”

  “What do you mean keep my father distracted?”

  He laughed, a deep guttural sound that echoed around us then floated up to the stars. “While my crew fight he won’t notice your absence and it’s kinder than tying and gagging him.”

  I gasped, both at the horrible thought of my father bound and gagged and that the fight had been orchestrated so I could slip away.

  “So tell me,” he said onto my lips. “Are you as hot for me as your green eyes suggest every time I step ashore here, or are you just a temptress, an actress, born to tease seafaring men out of their minds.”

  “I am no tease.”

  He twitched his eyebrows. “That was the right answer, come, this way.”

  He meshed his fingers with mine and tugged me towards a doorway.

  I ducked into the ship’s inner sanctum and we strode down several narrow corridors. Finally he pushed open a wooden, arch-shaped door and ushered me through.

  “Wow,” I said, looking around the magnificent bedroom. It was lavish and ostentatious, with a four-poster bed, polished oak dressing table and several plush armchairs. Dozens of candles were arranged along high-lipped shelves in storm jars. Their flickering flames dappling the wooden walls gold and amber and casting long shadows onto the floor. “This is spectacular.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” he said, shutting the door behind us and turning a large iron key in the lock - from the key hung a long black feather.

  “The room is so big,” I said.

  “You should get used to that about me. Everything is big.”

  I turned, a rush of heat spreading on my cheeks. “Captain!”

  He took my hand and pressed it to his groin. “Now is not the time to get shy, Matilda. You willingly stepped aboard my ship and in doing so gave yourself to me.”

  His cock was hard and rigid, straining against his leather breeches. The roundness of its girth and the solidity of the length sent a flood of heat to my pussy. I was no stranger to the feel of a man’s cock, and this one felt a prime specimen.

  I gave a long, hard stroke to show I wasn’t afraid of the beast in his briefs.

  He groaned and arched his hips.

  “Captain, I do believe it’s been a while since you had a woman’s hand on you.”

  “You believe right. It has been an arduous few months at sea.”

  His fluttering eyes and parted lips made me daring. “So why are you still dressed?”

  Suddenly he hit his mouth down on mine, hard and insistent, his kiss an explosion of intensity that made my knees watery. I released his cock and clung to him, my body weak and pliant against his big, strong one.

  With one swift move I was in the air, his arms around me as he strode further into the room. I heard his hat fall to the wooden floor with a clatter.

  He tipped me onto the bed and I whimpered, the loss of his mouth and his arms abrupt.

  He tore off his shirt, exposing a wide chest covered in black whorls of hair and broad shoulders the colour of well-baked bread.

  “Your clothes,” he said. “Get them off.”

  I began to tug and unlace, pull and wriggle, until finally I sat in just my white pantaloons.

  Standing in black cotton underwear, he stared at me, his gaze a heated caress over my naked, jutting breasts. “You are more beautiful, more luscious than I ever dared hope,” he said, climbing onto the bed and taking my nipple into his mouth.

  I gasped, rested my hands over his bandana and sank back onto the mountain of feather pillows behind me. “Oh, yes, that’s perfect,” I said, squirming for more. The feel of his scratchy moustache and his hot, wet tongue on my nipple was divine. He was sucking and flicking the extended peak, nipping to the point I wanted to pull back but had to stay for more.

  He filled his palm with my other breast, squeezing and massaging, gathering the ripe flesh and gripping it tightly. My mind spun. I sensed Captain Roberto was not going to be a gentle lover, he was going to be one that took me to the edge of my boundaries, the borders of ecstasy and agony.

  I could hardly wait.

  “Oh, yes, yes, that feels so good,” I moaned, “But please, take this off. I want to feel your hair.” I tugged at the bandana.

  He released my breast to undo a knot at his nape.

  The scrap of red cloth slipped away and his hair fell free. I ran my hands into it, feeling the charms and lockets, the plaits and knots then spread it over his sun-kissed shoulders. He looked feral and sexy, hungry and beautiful, with his black stormy eyes, wild hair and lips swollen and moist from sucking my flesh.

  “I want all of you,” he said. “Every last bit of you, in my mouth.”

  I gasped as he yanked at my pantaloons, dragging them down my legs and over my feet.

  “Wider,” he said, pushing at my inner thighs, his grip firm and the skin on his hands dark against my creamy flesh. “Wider Matilda, I want you here.”

  I did as he asked, spreading my legs and welcoming him between them. My pussy was wet and sticky, I could feel a collection of moisture sitting just inside my channel.

  “Mmm, so pretty,” he said, using his fingers to spread my plump lower lips. “All this nectar waiting for me.”

  I curled my toes, fisted the sheets, and watched, mesmerised as he poked out his tongue and dragged its flattened surface through my folds. I adored the expression on his face, the glazed look of longing in his eyes and the reverent way he touched me.

  “Oh, Captain,” I groaned, dropping my head back and squeezing my eyes closed. “You are so sinfully good at that.”

  In response he filled me, strong, thick fingers rode up into my depths.

  I cried out, loving the determined, forceful way he entered me knuckle deep. My pussy walls clamped around him, milking his fingers. I panted my pleasure and gripped his head, holding his mouth over my clit.

  He began to thrust, fucking me with his hand and buil
ding me up with his tongue. He was wickedly clever at circling and fretting my nub with just the tip, tugging and sucking, flicking and kissing.

  A coil of pressure grew in my pelvis and my heart beat to a frantic tempo. I was going to come, and much faster than I ever had before.

  “Yes, yes, please, don’t stop,” I cried.

  He must have added another finger inside me because the pressure in my pussy increased, a wonderful overstuffed feeling. It tipped me over the edge and I claimed that blissful moment of mind and body belonging to an altered state. “Yes, yes, yes,” I wailed, gripping and tugging at his hair.

  Suddenly the sensation was too much. I was over stimulated. I pulled away, shoved up the bed and dislodged him from my pussy.

  He looked up. His cheeks flushed and his facial hair wet and glistening from my juice. “You are very responsive, Matilda. I guess it has been a while for you too.”

  “Yes…it has,” I replied breathlessly. “But it was worth the wait.”

  He grinned, a wide smile that was full of male pride. “Glad you think so.”

  “Come here.” I reached for his shoulders, tugged him upward. “So I can return the favour.”

  “Well I did think it was time for your something sparkly.” He gave a teasing smile.

  “That can wait,” I said, impatient to taste him, to have my own face and mouth coated in his semen the way my cum was coated on his. “Now I just want you. I have waited for so long, so many months for you.”

  He cupped my cheek. “Sweet Matilda, you misunderstand me. The two things are intrinsically linked.” He sat back on his haunches, shoved down his underwear and allowed his cock to burst free.

  It was a glorious cock, long, thick and a deep scarlet colour. It grew from a nest of wiry, black pubic hair and was rippled with dark mauve veins which bulged beneath the skin. And on the tip, just below his slit, was a silver ring encrusted with diamonds.

  “Oh, my goodness,” I said, sitting for a better look. I’d never seen anything like it. In ears and noses yes, but a pierced cock? That was a new concept for me.

  He laughed and pulled the ring with his thumb and forefinger, stretching the skin around his slit. “Solid silver and ten diamonds. Used to belong to a Princess in Jamaica.” He discarded his underwear. “It will make you feel amazing my beautiful lady.” He fluffed his fingers over my pubic hair, tugging it slightly. “When it rubs that special place you have inside, you will be writhing on the bed, calling out my name and it will ensure you never, ever forget me.”

  I will never forget him.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Then turn over.”

  “But…,” I managed, quivering with anticipation. The thought of cold metal inside me, hitting the patch of nerves that made me float, was more than I could bear to wait for.

  “Turn over,” he instructed again, looming over me and wrapping his hands around my waist. “Get your rear in the air.”

  I swiped a bead of perspiration from my forehead as I shifted onto all fours. Then I waggled my bare behind at him. I felt so wanton, so brazen, so ready for the pleasure he was going to introduce me to.

  “You might not have experienced anything like this in the past,” he said, smoothing his palms over my buttocks. “But being a well travelled man I have new ideas to share.”

  Didn’t I just know it.

  “This was taken from a French passenger ship,” he said, “many months ago. It took me some time to discover what it is for and I’ve been waiting to use it.”

  Something cold touched the dip of my back. I shifted to see what it was.

  “No, keep still, just feel.” He gripped my left hip and slid the cool, smooth object down the cleft between my buttocks.

  “What is it?” I asked, staring at the rumpled red pillows beneath me.

  “Something to make you feel really good, really full.”

  The cool object was right over my anus. He was applying a firm and steady pressure, as though he wanted to insert it, in there. “Ah, ah, but…”

  “Let me take you to a wonderful place,” he said quietly, “A place where only you and I exist. Where all the pleasure and ecstasy we could ever need awaits us and is there to be picked like ripe fruit from the trees.”

  I was captivated by his lulling voice.

  “Let me in, let me in here.” He pushed against my tight hole, gaining purchase as the grip of muscle parted. “Yes, that’s it, take a little more.”

  I groaned and let my head hang low. The feeling was so unusual, so wrong, but damn, it felt deliciously good.

  He was filling the first section of my innards. My band of muscle was clutching the object’s cool, glass-like length but at the same time stretching and widening for it.

  “Matilda, so beautiful,” he murmured.

  I swear I was in a trance now. Allowing him to keep filling me was all I could think of. Pleasurable sensations rippled through my pelvis, a burning stretch that sent fingers of arousal to my clit and pussy. “Oh, Captain, please, that is it, I am so full. No more.”

  “The plug is nearly in,” he said, dropping kisses on my buttocks. “Last bit.” Just when I thought I could take no more, there was a popping sensation. I shunted upward, but the full feeling followed me.

  “Good, good, that’s it, but don’t fear, it’s cleverly designed. It has a flared end, it will stay just where it is until I remove it.”

  “Oh.” I let my upper torso drop to the bed, the effort of balancing on my elbows suddenly too much. “It feels so…”

  With tender movements he helped me turn then settled over me, his nose just touching mine. “It feels so what?”

  “So shamefully lovely.” I stretched my legs apart and felt his cock brush my inner thigh.

  He grinned and stroked his thumb over my bottom lip. “That is what the French say too, for this is common practice in certain continents.”

  “I have never heard of it.”

  “Of course not, you are a simple bar wench.”

  “Is that all you see me as?” I was struggling to follow the conversation, the fullness in my rectum and his cock prodding at my thigh was making me squirm with desire.

  “No, right now you are mine. You are Captain Roberto’s woman.”

  His cock was at my entrance, the chilly silver ring touching my hot, flushed lips. He was going to fuck me. I could tell by the determination in his eyes and the way his breaths had become shallow and rapid.

  But despite having dreamed of this moment for so long, I had a sudden panic. I already felt so full, so stuffed with the plug in my behind. Surely I couldn’t fit his thick cock in my pussy at the same time. “Captain, I don’t know if…ah, ah.”

  He pushed in, the head of his glans prising apart my tight entrance.

  “Relax, let me in,” he said, pressing his mouth over my lips.

  That circle of metal at the end of his cock was so hard and foreign against my flesh, unyielding as he pushed higher still. I scrabbled for his wide, muscular shoulders and gripped him tight, digging in my nails.

  He drove his hips under and plunged higher. Shunting his piercing against the super-sensitive pad of flesh on the front wall of my pussy.

  I cried into his mouth. Pleasure and pain arcing together at the wonderful, exquisite sensations the ring produced.

  “Oh, si, si,” he cried. “You feel so wonderful, Matilda.”

  “Oh, Captain…” Bright lights invaded my vision as needles of white-hot lust shot to my clit. I couldn’t form coherent words. I’d never been so full to bursting point. The pressure, the bloated sensation in my pelvis was incredible. Every nerve, nerves I didn’t know I possessed until seconds ago, were being touched, stimulated, cranked up.

  “You have taken both,” he said, reaching for my breast and tugging my nipple. “You are amazing. I didn’t think it could be done.”

  “Yes,” I panted. His pubic bone was pressing on my clit and I was suddenly greedy for more force
and more stimulation to spark the release of the pressure he’d created.

  I slid my hands down his sweat-damp back, gripped his taut behind and tilted my pelvis. “Fuck me, fuck me the way you’ve been dreaming about when you’ve been at sea all these months.”

  “Ah, sweet love, why would you think I’ve dreamed of you?”

  “Because you saved this plug for me. Because you’re trembling with want and you are so deep inside me you have become part of me.”

  There was a long pause.

  We were both deathly still.

  “It’s true,” he whispered onto my lips. “I have been dreaming of you.” He pulled back, so just the tip of his cock sat at my entrance. “I have been saving everything for you but I fear I may not be the man you think I am.”

  I wrapped my legs around his thighs, urged him to sink high inside me again.

  We both groaned.

  He squeezed his eyes shut.

  I curled my toes.

  “What are you saying?” I managed, my breaths hard to catch as his weight settled heavier on me.

  “I am not husband material.”

  “I don’t want a husband.”

  He was rocking now, grinding his hips and shunting into me. The plug in my arse was rubbing against the thin wall separating my pussy and back passage. Heightening every tiny sensation.

  “What do you want, Matilda, tell me what you want if not a husband?”

  “I want adventure. I want to see the world. Take me with you. On The Magpie when you set sail tomorrow.”

  “I wish I could.” He straightened his arms, looked down at where we were joined. “You are so giving,” he said. “And I am going to give you it all.” He pulled back his lips and bared his teeth. “Right now.”

  He pounded in then set up a wild rhythm. His cock as hard as polished wood, ramming into me. My special place was on fire, alive, the ring teasing it to a point of ecstasy.

  Suddenly he stiffened. Froze. He was spurting, his cock pulsating and heat oozing through me. He yelled something in his own language, and as I watched and felt his pleasure I spiralled into my own. Every muscle and fibre released shockwaves of bliss that burst through me. I opened my mouth to scream my ecstasy but no sound came out. I was held hostage to my climax, it was endless, gripping my very core.