Thinking of the Captain gave her pause. She doubted he was interested in her beyond this cruise and having more of what he was getting; if he had other opportunities he wouldn’t hesitate to take them. He was hardly the type a girl could settle down with. He would be pleasant fun when he was in port, but that hardly made for a life.
Over the next few days she and Charles seldom spoke. She wanted to settle things but he avoided her.
The Captain had his duties and whatever other trysts he managed, but twice he came to her stateroom in the night. The first time he had her undress him and take his prick in her mouth and suck him until he flooded her mouth. She tried to swallow his cum but choked. Then he undressed her and had her sit on his face while he did magical things to her body with his mouth and fingers. After she came he continued to fondle her for a time, making her delirious before he rolled her on her back, fucking her roughly and then saying good night.
The second time he came to her room, she was asleep. He slipped into her bed and touched her, waking her in a start. He clasped his hand over her mouth and kissed her neck. As her head cleared, she turned to him and found he was naked. He rolled onto his back, hoisted her up, holding her in the air over him, and spiked her on his cock. She rode his thick shaft and he used his fingers on her pussy and nipples and to make her come. He had her suck him, tasting her own juices, and when he finally came, his sweet and salty cum. It was all wonderful, although not resolving her problems.
The next afternoon she ran into Charles sitting in a deck chair alone. She took the chair next to him.
“We need to talk,” she said.
“Yes,” he said.
“You are avoiding me. We came on this cruise to get to know each other and you won’t even talk to me much less fuck me.”
“Don’t be vulgar,” he said.
“The word is accurate. The situation is vulgar. I am not going to marry a man who doesn’t even want a woman.”
“I do want a respectable, decent woman.”
“You want one who is dead below the waist. Not one you might have to care about, to please.”
He didn’t answer.
“I won’t be a public wife and a private spinster. I need a husband who enjoys fucking women. A man who can be vulgar at least some of the time.”
He nodded. “I’m not about to learn to be vulgar just to meet your unseemly expectations.”
“I think I said that,” she said. “We are through, Charles.”
He got up and left.
***
Having finally made the break, Sheila spent her time reading and getting to know the other passengers. Mr Collins became William to her and Helen told her a bit about life in the tropics that seemed to enlarge on what William had hinted at. They made the Caribbean sound delicious, but such thoughts seemed pointless. Her job, what passed for a life, was back in England. She had no money to stay even long enough to see what the Caribbean offered.
The days were pleasant; she enjoyed the feeling of being at sea. She saw the Captain talking intimately with Helen; he hadn’t been around the last few days and Sheila suspected her to be the Captain’s newest entertainment. Later, she saw him with his hand on Dora’s thigh. She had no complaint...just a longing and a vision of Toller’s prick ramming into the girl that made her giggle and consider looking for Toller.
The next day as she sat in a deck chair next to William, she turned to him and asked, “Did you ever determine the nature of the quality you saw in my face?”
He looked at her, studying her face. “Oh, I knew what it was the moment I saw it.”
“What is it?” She couldn’t contain her treacherous curiosity any longer. “What do you think you see?”
“Desire,” he said.
“Desire?”
He tilted his head. “Call it a lust for life, for adventure. Your face told me that Charles made you unhappy because he didn’t share your desire.”
Her head spun. Had it been clear to everyone but her?
“You want, you need someone to take you places you might be afraid to go alone.”
“And I would follow this man?”
“You are not a follower, but you would do whatever he wanted if he excited you, just for the experience.”
His words struck a chord and she shivered. “What makes you such a great reader of faces?”
He gave her that thin smile again and she saw it was more wicked than cruel. “In general I am not. I just know a fellow traveller on the path.”
“To where?”
“To new places. And I’ve found I enjoy taking the role of guide even where I’m not quite sure where I am going.”
“That sounds dangerous,” she said.”
His smile stabbed into her heart. “Yes. It can be. That’s what makes it exciting.”
“And you want to lead me on an adventure? How would you know what I wanted to explore?”
“I wouldn’t care,” he told her. He put his hand on her knee and waited a few loud heartbeats. “I could nibble around the edges of it,” he said. “If I suggested a simple affair, that might be exciting, but ultimately it would be far too mild for you. Not the least interesting.”
She had to admit she was definitely intrigued.
He moved his hand from her knee and took her hand and kissed it. “You are a bold woman,” he said. “You need rather bold adventures. As they are the only adventures that hold any interest for me, we might find ourselves linked.”
He reached over and grabbed her jaw, turning her head to face him. “Once you start, then I will determine the adventure and when and where it takes place,” he said sternly. He held her mouth tight.
“Yes, William,” she said, her words muffled.
He stared into her eyes, fixing her with his stare before releasing her face. “Are you ready to see what lies ahead?”
She shivered in anticipation. “More than ready.”
He nodded and stood, holding out a hand. When she took it, he put her hand on his crotch and she felt the bulge of his prick there. She outlined it with her fingers.
“Take me to your stateroom,” he said.
Her crotch grew damp as she did what he said.
Inside the door of her cabin, he kissed her. She expected a rough, aggressive kiss, but it was tender. He looked at her and laughed. “You show surprise well. Part of the excitement of adventure is from the unexpected,” he said. “Anticipation is sweet and delicious; facing challenges that you know will be difficult is thrilling and a bit frightening. The unexpected puts a new spin on everything.”
He sat in a chair. “Fix me a drink,” he said. “Neat whiskey.”
She went to the bar and poured him a glass and brought it to him. When he took the glass, he passed it to his other hand and briefly held her hand in his. She stood next to his chair, wondering.
He sipped his drink and ran his hand under her dress to caress her leg, moving it up to stroke the inside of her thigh. “I have a task for you,” he said. “It is a simple thing, but some might find it hard to do.”
“What is it?”
He pointed to the dresser with his glass. “I want you to go to the dresser and clear off the top. Then you will bend over it and pull your dress up to offer yourself to me.”
She swallowed. She wanted him, but carrying out such a simple thing for him, a stranger, did challenge her. She set her jaw, turned and walked toward the dresser, seeing herself reflected in the mirror. She saw apprehension in her own face, but she felt excitement. She cleared the top and then slowly bent over it, aware of how her buttocks faced him. With a slight wriggle she worked her dress up to her waist. She could see him in the mirror, watching her and sipping his drink.
“Pull your under things down,” he said.
She reached back and began wo
rking her undergarments down over her ass and pulled them down her legs. The man in the mirror had his gaze riveted on her and her stomach churned. When she had done what he said and had exposed herself to him completely, he smiled.
“Keep watching me in the mirror,” he said and began undoing his pants. Opening them, he brought out his stiff shaft and stroked it. After a time, he bent down and undid his shoes, before standing and dropping his pants to the ground . With his cock rigid he stepped out of the clothes and approached her, stopping when he was close enough to stroke her ass.
He kissed the back of her neck; his prick touching the backs of her thighs and she trembled.
“You would never be satisfied by one man, especially a fool like Charles.”
“Can we ever be satisfied?” she asked.
He laughed. “Adventurers like us? Probably not. But I will show you what it takes to please you for a time, Sheila.”
She moaned softly as the unreality of the situation pressed on her. An hour ago she had been talking casually with this man, and now she stood in front of him with her ass exposed to him, feeling the delicate brush of the head of his prick against her skin and wanting him to use her, to take her on an undefined adventure of pleasure.
He put his hand on her back and the head of his cock touched the opening of her cunt.
“Now, so that we can begin to get to know each other, I will fuck you. We will fuck. I want you to open the door for me, Sheila. Use your delicate fingers to spread the lips of your cunt apart and welcome my hard cock into your vagina.”
Nervously, she did what he said. She’d never had a lover talk to her this way, tell her what to do, or what he was going to do and it excited her. She could feel his excitement; the heady aroma of their desire permeated the room. She rubbed her fingers over her pussy, pulling the folds apart. As she did, he pressed forward and she felt the folds surround the head of his cock, enveloping it.
“Excellent,” he said. “Now beg me to fuck you.”
She caught her breath. Another new thing. She liked the sound of dirty words but seldom uttered them except in throes of passion.
“Say it,” he said. “I want you to beg to be fucked.”
“Please fuck me,” she said. “Give me your stiff cock.”
As she uttered the words he drove it into her, filling her, stretching her, pushing her body against the dresser. He pounded into her, pummelling her with his shaft, rubbing his flesh inside hers and the glorious friction of their bodies began to drive her wild. He had built her up with ominous talk, titillated her with promises that had gotten her wetter than if he’d fondled her. And now he fucked her furiously making the dresser rock, banging against the wall.
“Feel my cock in you,” he said, as if she didn’t. His words were breathy. “Be aware of every inch of it and squeeze it tight, trap it with the powerful muscles of your delicious cunt.”
She concentrated and did feel him more intensely. He gasped and she knew that she was indeed squeezing him, caressing him inside her. His hand came around her, searching. With uncanny accuracy his fingers found her clit and he touched it, rubbing it until she came. Saliva ran from her mouth and her body began a dance of its own, sending a wave a pleasure rushing through her, overwhelming her senses.
He came then. In jerky movements he thrust harder into her holding her hips so tightly she was sure he had bruised her.
After they caught their breath, he took her to the bed and finished undressing her. She lay there as he stood and undressed, aware that he appeared to enjoy the way she watched him reveal his body while he drank in her own nakedness. She revelled in the joy of being entirely naked with a man for the first time. Although not her first sexual experience, William was, to her mind, her first real lover.
He went to the bathroom and returned with a pan of water and wash-cloth. He wrung the cloth out and began to wash her. The cool cloth was wonderful on her face and neck. It was erotic to have a man wash her breasts and her belly and even more exciting when he refreshed the cloth and she felt him cleaning her thighs and her sore mons. He continued to her feet and she found having him wash her feet aroused her almost as much as when he touched her thighs. Perhaps it was in knowing how to touch.
He put her on her stomach and washed her from her neck down. When he did her feet again, she was wet and completely aroused. Done, he placed the items to one side and lay on her; she felt his cock hard and warm against her body.
“Now we take another step in our adventure,” he said softly. Even the words, the sound of his voice excited her now. She thought he could say almost anything and it would only turn her on more.
Quietly he took her hand and moved it to the head of the bed. She looked to see what he was doing and saw that he had already tied a soft cloth there. Taking the free end he tied her wrist up. He moved around the bed and did the same with her other wrist so that she was secured facing the headboard. She tried to watch him but he moved away, going between her legs, running his hands over her back, down to her ass. His lips pressed a kiss on each of her buttocks. She shivered with excitement.
“I am taking complete control of you for this adventure,” he said. “Your body is mine.”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Do you know what I am going to do to you?”
“No,” she said.
“I am going to fuck your ass.”
The words sent a ripple of apprehension through her. “My ass?”
“Yes. I doubt you have taken a cock there before.”
“No.”
He gently lifted her legs, helping her to her knees. As he did so, his finger touched her anus and she started.
“You are too big,” she said. “Even your finger feels huge back there.”
“You will feel pain, but then it will please you. Regardless, now I intend to fuck your ass, and take you on an anal adventure.”
She bit her lip. She was certain he would stop if she asked him to, but that would end the adventure. And then what? As much as the idea of his fucking her ass frightened her, she was more afraid of saying no.
He spread a warm cream along the crack of her ass. When his finger touched her anus she forced herself to stay still. He rubbed the cream over the ring, then put a glob of it in the centre and gently pushed his finger into her. The pressure inside her was intense and she moaned as he began working the finger in and out of her.
I can do this, she thought. You mean you want him to do this, her inner voice said as he forced a second finger in alongside the first. She held the headboard in a death grip as William prepared her ass for his pleasure. An image of Charles peeking in and seeing them popped into her head. She would have laughed, except that William abruptly removed his fingers and shocked her by slapping her ass.
“You look so damn sexy this way,” he said. She looked back over her shoulder to see him rubbing the cream over his shaft and knew that soon he would be impaling her with it. “Looking at you this way, with your anus stretched just enough for my entry, excites the hell out of me.”
He spread her ass cheeks apart and his cock began pushing into her. Even after being stretched he felt huge. He squeezed her ass cheeks hard, hurting her slightly and she cried out as he pressed into her. While she adjusted to the presence of him in her he held her still letting her get used to the sensation.. Then he held her ass and began rocking back and forth and she felt his cock working its way deeper into her, filling her.. Despite the pain she involuntarily rocked back to meet his thrusts. It hurt but she wanted it, all of it in her ass.
Finally she felt his balls slapping against her. “Yes,” he moaned. “You have all of me in you, Sheila.”
She wriggled her ass, feeling slightly triumphant as he fucked into her. She relaxed and he thrust harder and faster. They rocked the bed. The springs creaked under them and the headboard bounced
against the wall.
When William came she knew her ass was draining him. Her body milked his shaft as he spurted in her. He slipped down to the bed, a sheen of sweat covering his body and a satisfied smile on his face.
Sheila felt good. It astounded her to have taken that cock in her ass and she adored having given him so much pleasure. She knelt there, with cool air teasing at her sensitive ass and thighs, wet with his cum. After a moment he touched her, then moved her leg over him so that she straddled his face. He hands grabbed her hips and pulled her cunt to his mouth before sending the hot fire of his tongue up into her.
She was ready to come and he was skilled in making her body dance to the tune he played with his fingers and tongue. That she was still tied and unable to touch him somehow made it more erotic. When he slipped the fingers of one hand in her ass while his mouth and other hand tormented her pussy, she screamed deliriously and melted.
***
“For the rest of the cruise, don’t wear anything under your dress,” he said. “Nothing at all. I might want to touch you or fuck you and I want nothing in my way.”
Just thinking of it gave her a dark and happy tingle.
Over the next few days, William made good on his promise. He pulled her into corners of the ship to hike up her dress and fondle her. Once he took her to the stern and had her face the bulkhead there while he hiked her dress up and fucked her from behind.
After lunch one day, while they chatted about nothing, they watched Dora flirt seriously with Charles. They followed the couple and when they disappeared into her cabin, he had her get down on her knees and suck him as they listened to the sounds of Dora seducing Charles.
***
“Adventures aren’t continuous,” he told her, by way of explaining that he didn’t want her every day, any more than he wanted her the same way each time. “When we aren’t on an adventure, we are free agents, in search of other pleasures,” he said. “Learn from what we do.”
She knew he could never settle for one partner; but he surprised her when he suggested she couldn’t either. It rocked her assumption of wanting a life as a married woman. Of course she had turned down her only suitor and for now there was only the adventure.
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