by Jisa Shotly
“What do you think of my brother?”
My eyebrows shot toward my hairline. “Captain Olaf?” Blushing suddenly, I took a moment to consider the question. “He’s very…gruff.”
She pursed her lips. “I suppose he must seem that way.” She arranged her napkin in her lap. “He’s really a teddy bear, you know. He just has to make sure to keep the crew in order. He can’t be seen as too friendly.”
“He’s doing a good job of it, then!”
She smiled. “He asked about you. Last night, after dinner. He was concerned Carlo might take advantage of you. Carlo told him you were a widow.”
I chuckled. “Carlo and I have come to a mutual decision to remain acquaintances.”
She looked surprised. “Really?” Then she smiled. “That’s good.”
I cocked my head at her. “Why?”
She just smiled wider and let the question die between us. Instead of answering, she said, “I hear you have an automaton maid.”
“Yes. Her name is Sally. I’m afraid she’s not working very well right now. The tinkerer in Cape Hatteras recommended I take her to New York City. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong.” I told her about our adventure on the Sea Wench. The ship had sunk off the Outer Banks a month ago. Sally had saved me, thanks to the spells for swimming and buoyancy I bought before we left Chicago.
Frieda fidgeted in her seat. “Would you mind if I had a look? I promise not to damage her.”
She was clearly dying to see the automaton. I hadn’t the heart to say no.
She was delighted. “If I can’t figure it out, I know a man in New York City who can fix anything.”
In the end, she was as stumped as the clockmaker in North Carolina. “I know it’s not corrosion from the sea water, anyway. When we get to New York City, look up Gustav Shoker. He’s the best.” Frieda reluctantly closed the service panels on Sally’s torso. I could tell she really wanted to take the automaton apart and see how she worked.
“I will,” I promised. In truth, I was happy to have somewhere to start in New York. I knew absolutely no one in the city.
That night I ate at the Captain’s table again- at Frieda’s request. Once again I was next to Captain Olaf, on his left side this time. Frieda sat next to me on my left. Another passenger sat between Olaf and Carlo, though she didn’t seem as interested in Carlo as he was in her. She had enormous…assets…that Carlo couldn’t keep from staring at. At one point he saw me watching, and I shook my head and giggled, much to his chagrin.
Talking to Olaf was easier after picturing him in my mind carrying the calico cat to see the wizard. As I loosened up, so did he. By the end of the meal, I thought we were definitely flirting. At one point, he actually smiled and laughed at something I said. I don’t even remember what it was, it was that inconsequential.
I’ll always remember his smile, however.
CHAPTER 2
I WAS RESTLESS that night, hoping Captain Olaf would make his move. I lingered on deck, but he didn’t seek me out. Would he come to my cabin? Would he seduce me or would I have to be the seducer? My father used to say Norsemen didn’t move quickly when it came to intimacy. We once had a Swedish neighbor who took ten years to ask his childhood sweetheart to marry him. I didn’t have ten years, or even ten days. I had two. We would land in New York City on the morning of the fifth day.
By midnight I knew he wasn’t coming. I went to bed, touching myself while picturing Olaf sinking his cock deep in my vagina. I pinched my nipples, imagining Olaf’s tongue laving them to stiff peaks. After I came, I lay in my berth, wondering why this man affected me so much. Was he just my type of man? I would have thought my other lovers also to be “my kind of man.” Olaf was certainly not like my other lovers. They had all been happy to have a sexual encounter with me, and rose to the occasion without preamble. Olaf was gruff, reserved. He was a challenge to be won. Sternly reminding myself not to get emotionally attached this early in my education of male/female relations, I drifted off to sleep.
On the third day of our voyage on the Frigga, I noticed something odd. Wherever I went on the airship, Olaf seemed to appear shortly thereafter. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. I thought about confronting him. I was a little annoyed about last night, but it felt good to know he was, just maybe, as fascinated by me as I was by him. I nodded and wished him “good day” whenever we crossed paths, until my smile must have resembled a Cheshire Cat’s.
After retiring to my cabin to change for dinner, there was a knock on my door while I was still in my robe. I had just finished my hair.
Sally opened the door. I heard Captain Olaf’s voice, so I hurried into the sitting room. “Captain Olaf? Come in!”
“Hello, Mrs. Blume.” He stepped into my cabin and Sally closed the door. When Olaf saw my intimate apparel, his weathered face flushed even more red. “Oh, now is not a good time. I will come back.” He turned to escape out the door.
“Wait!”
He looked back at me.
“What are you doing here?”
He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to invite you to dine at my table tonight.”
“Your sister already asked me.” I cocked my head and pursed my lips before smiling. “Any idea why she seems determined to put us together?”
“What makes you so sure she isn’t putting the two of you together?” His grin was entirely too cheeky, and ridiculously out of character.
My eyes widened. “Really?”
He laughed. “No. I just wanted to see what you’d say.” Apparently Olaf had a sense of humor.
I smiled archly. “Well, that depends on you.”
He looked confused. “How?”
“A girl can only wait so long for a man to make a move when she hasn’t a lot of time. I might have to resort to…unconventional…measures.”
He swallowed hard. “And if a man did make a move…Would you want that?”
I walked across the suite to stand directly in front of him. I undid the sash on my robe. It fell open, revealing my naked body. My nipples had peaked as the silk brushed over them. “I want a lot of things, Olaf. Most of them involve you and me making love.”
His eyes were glued to my bared body. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
After a long moment, I became a little nervous. Would he turn me down? Was I moving too fast? I had to move fast if we were going to do this.
At last his eyes rose to look me in the face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Olaf.”
Still, he hesitated. “I can’t offer you marriage, Isabella. I’m a man who has to fly, not a come-home-every-night man.”
“I’m not looking for a stay-at-home man. I’m looking for a right now man.” I said gently, but clearly. “You fascinate me, Olaf. I want to know you better. Much better. But I won’t marry anyone right now.”
“Are you still in love with your husband?”
“Would it matter? Is this an affair of the heart we’re having? Or is it just a…different kind of knowing each other?” I wasn’t going to tell him about my marriage. That would be a passion killer.
I was getting cold standing there waiting for him to decide if he would fuck me.
He searched my eyes as if he wasn’t sure I was telling the truth. It occurred to me we really didn’t know each other very well. That probably wouldn’t matter to most men. I had the feeling Olaf wasn’t like most men.
His hands went to his white uniform jacket, unfastening the brass buttons on the front.
I smiled. “Come with me.” I crooked my finger towards him and beckoned him into the bedroom.
He threw his jacket over a chair and followed, fighting with his shirt collar now.
I helped him with the buttons on his chest and stomach. When he shrugged off the shirt, I ran my hands over the white-blonde hair on his chest, following the path down to where it disappeared under his belt. I stroked below his belt, a little disappointed when the bulge there was so small. I’d felt sur
e a man of Olaf’s size…
Still, I popped the buttons on his trousers, and shimmed them down his hips and thighs. When I finally got his cock in my hand, I cheered up a little. It seemed bigger than I’d thought, and it was still soft.
Not for long, though. As I stroked it, there was a definite twitch. Olaf slid his hands over the base of my neck, brushing my robe off my shoulders, and down my arms. As it puddled to the floor, so did I, still stroking Olaf’s penis as I went to my knees. I wasted no time taking him into my mouth. I sucked on the head gently and pumped my hand up and down his shaft.
What was soft became hard. His cock was slow to respond, just like Olaf. But once it started, it grew and grew. Before long he was bumping the back of my throat each time I moved my lips down his cock. Then he grew some more.
He groaned and his flexed his hips once before he got himself under control. What would it take to make a man like Olaf loose control? “That feels so good! Don’t stop, Isabella.”
I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock. Was it possible he was still growing? I picked up the pace, bobbing up and down, using one hand to pump him faster. I gently massaged his balls with my other hand. I was getting really excited now. I wanted to touch myself badly. Looking up, I saw that his eyes were closed. What was he thinking about? What did men think about during sex? I would have asked him, but my mouth was full.
As he got more excited, I could taste the ejaculate seeping out of him. He twitched again, his hips forcing a faster pace. I kept on sucking and licking, encouraging his hips to move. It was sexier when he couldn’t stop himself. I wanted to drive him wild.
Soon he was stroking in and out of my mouth. I kept my hand on his shaft to limit how deep he could thrust, but I took as much as I could. When he stopped, I released his cock with a wet popping sound, and arched a brow.
He smiled, guiding me up onto the bed sideways. My ass was on the very edge. He kissed me tenderly on the mouth, the lips, the neck, one breast, my stomach, and finally my mons. I anticipated his next move with a lust-filled groan. His lips moved over the slit that protected my female entrance. His tongue delved between my labia, tasting my juices, laving my clit. He moaned against my pearl and the vibration felt heavenly. I sighed in pleasure , falling back on my elbows.
“Mmm.” I squirmed against his mouth. His big hands caught my hips and held them still. He sucked in my clitoris and I jumped because it was so sensitive. He let it slide past his teeth. The friction felt amazing. Olaf laved his way from the entrance to my womb to the top of my clit’s pearl, and again, and then again. He stiffened his tongue and wiggled it on my clitoris, pushing my excitement level hard. “Please, Olaf. Fuck me!”
“Would you like that, Isabella?”
“Yes! Fuck me with your huge cock!” I could picture him, holding his cock in one hand as he worked it into my tight pussy. I moaned again.
He sucked on my swollen bud again, hard this time. He inserted a long, thick finger into my throbbing snatch. “Not yet, Isabella. I want you to come on my tongue.”
“Oh god, Olaf!”
He pumped his finger in and out before adding a second finger. He had huge hands. He was really working my vagina. “More?”
“Your cock, Olaf. I need your cock!” I was frantic to come.
He added a third finger, easing it in, stretching my opening and inner walls. “You’re not ready for me yet.” He shook his head. He began to thrust his fingers, slowly at first, until I became used to him. Three fingers was a tight fit, but his cock was even bigger. Could I handle it?
His hand picked up speed inside me. I was so excited his hand was drenched. When he turned his hand palm up and the tips of his fingers rubbed against the most sensitive spot in my pussy, I shattered.
“Yes! Yes! Ooooh, I’m cumming, Olaf! Ahhhh!” I stiffened as the intense spasms washed over me. It went on and on. Olaf kept fucking me with his hand until I finally relaxed in the afterglow of my orgasm.
He smiled and stood up, scooped me up and off the bed, and tossed me up near the headboard. “We should have done this in my bed. It’s bigger.” He climbed onto the bed and spread my knees, placing my legs on each side of his hips. He was still on his knees. Watching my face, he stroked his cock with one hand, sliding a finger into my pussy with the other hand. “Your muscles are still throbbing. They’re trying to drag me in.” He teased me with his dick, slapping the length of it against my slit. I nearly came again right there. Then he nudged his bulbous head against my clitoris.
“Oooh!” I spasmed hard, so sensitive it did throw me into a second orgasm. “Fuck me, Olaf. Give me your cock!”
Olaf lined up his shaft with my opening and began to push against me gently. He drew back and swirled the tip in my juices to lubricate his way in. In and out, a little push each time, filling me slowly with his cock, stretching my vagina so full! I felt myself cream around him and he slid in further with the next stroke. He pulled back and thrust in more forcefully. He pulled back again. With a grunt he jerked his hips hard, shoving his dick into me all the way to the root.
We groaned together.
“Oh, you’re splitting me in two, Olaf!.” I was practically purring at this point. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Fuck me hard!”
Olaf gathered my legs over his forearms, pulling me off the bed by my hips as he sat back on his heels. He began thrusting long and hard into me, picking up speed until he was pistoning inside me like a stevedore. “I will. I will. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Isabella. You won’t know your own name when I’m done. All you’ll know is the feel of my hard cock. That’s all you’ll want. I’m gonna ruin you for other men.”
We were both so excited now. The junction of my thighs slapped against his abdomen with each hard, wet stroke. His dick was throbbing inside me. Was it possible he was still growing? I felt the tension of a third orgasm aching in my pelvis.
In and out. In and out. Olaf stretched me and filled me in a way I’d never felt before. I called out softly with each stroke. I never wanted it to end.
Then he reached between us and began to rub his finger against my clit. I climaxed immediately, even stronger than the first time. I screamed. Olaf fucked me through that orgasm and then he helped me roll over on my stomach.
I still wanted more.
Pulling my hips up, he had me on my hands and knees in a few seconds, his hips against my ass. My legs were still shaking. Olaf reached down to spread my labia and lined himself up with my pussy’s entrance. With a powerful thrust, he filled me. I moaned as his testicles slapped against my pearl. He was so deep inside me now. I looked back under my stomach and watched him pull almost all the way out before slamming back into me. I shook with insatiable lust. Something about this powerful viking made me so excited. I could only beg for more. And I did. “Hurry, Olaf. Fuck me. Cum inside me.”
He grabbed my hips, jerking me into his lap, filling me with his hard -as-nails cock, grunting each time as he slammed deep within me. Over and over his balls bounced off my clit, driving me toward a fourth climax. Would he last long enough?
His breath was harsh against my back as he bent over me and grabbed my breasts, pinching and twirling my nipples. One hand drifted down to my pussy, were he fumbled for my pearl. “You’re going to come again now, Isabella.” He swirled my clit between his finger and thumb. It had to be swollen like a grape. Then he gently squeezed, pinching it between his fingers. “Now!”
I let out a long moan that seemed to never end as I came on command. It was mellower than the first two, but just as satisfying. It seemed to last forever.
With a groan, Olaf came a few seconds later, pumping my pussy full of white, hot cum. He kept thrusting, and I felt splash after splash against my vagina’s back wall, so much that it oozed out around his cock to drip down my thighs. He pulled out and rubbed his cock in his cum, then smeared it across my ass. I collapsed against the pillows at the head of the bed. A moment later he collapsed next to me.
When I caught my br
eath I turned face him. “God, Olaf. You can captain my ship anytime.”
We looked at each other and broke up laughing.
CHAPTER 3
WE JUST BARELY made it to dinner that night. I worked hard to keep my eyes off Olaf and my expression neutral as we ate, but the few times I looked at him, his eyes were hot and seemed to devour me. I don’t think anyone was fooled.
After dinner, we practically ran for his cabin. We tore each other’s clothes off. Olaf sat in his armless desk chair and helped me straddle his lap facing away from him. He cradled my ass in his hands and lifted me above his erect cock. Positioning himself at my entrance, he thrust upwards until the tip was snuggly embedded in me. We both groaned as he dropped me into his lap, his cock filling me with a satisfying stretching feeling.
I began to rock up and forward, then down and back, pulling and pushing him in and out of me. The angle was different this way. His cock had a downward bend, so the head of it rubbed against a sensitive spot on my vaginal walls. An ache began to grow in my pussy with every stroke. My clit rubbed against his ball sac with every stroke. The ache intensified.
As I tired, Olaf grabbed my ass again and began to lift me up and slam me down on his shaft. “Damn, Isabella. You are so hot and tight! I don’t know if I can do this much longer.”
“Not yet, Olaf. I’m almost there.” I wasn’t sure where “there” was, to be honest. I had never felt this aching feeling before. It was almost like a cramp in my womb. All I knew was that I was nearly frantic with lust. “Fuck me, Olaf! Harder!”
I could hear him breathing hard as he pounded in and out of my pussy.
“Cum, Isabella!”
My orgasm was like a slow, rolling wave. It spread out from that sensitive place in my pussy as my climax grew and grew. I squeezed Olaf’s dick tight with every clenching spasm. I had never cum so hard in my life. It was an orgasm like no other.
He roared and thrust hard, pulling my hips hard against his lap as he exploded inside me over and over. Cum and pussy cream were smeared all over his lap by the time he finished.