Bound by the Buccaneer (Pirates of the Jolie Rouge)

by Normandie Alleman

  She craned her neck to see what the other men were doing. Edward and Miles were staring at her ass and talking to each other in low voices. She couldn’t hear what they were saying and expected they’d intended it that way. What would they do to her next?

  Looking back at Pugwash who held his cock loosely in his hand, she found herself smiling at him despite herself. Edward and Miles were more attractive than he was, but after the mind-numbing orgasm he’d just given her, her esteem for Pugwash was on the rise.

  “Frederica, I doubt you’ve taken two men at a time before. Am I mistaken?” Miles asked her as coolly as if he’d asked her if she took sugar in her tea.

  She shook her head no.

  “I didn’t think so. But you are game? We will make it easy for you.”

  Miles had such an assuring way about him, Frederica nodded. “I will do my best,” she said, her voice warbling a bit.

  Miles approached her and toyed with one of her brown locks. “You are a treasure of a woman,” he said more to her than to the room, then, “That is all we can ask, isn’t it gentlemen?”

  The other men rumbled their assent and Miles motioned to Pugwash. “Climb onto the table Pug and allow the lady to return the favor.”

  “Aye,” Pugwash said before climbing onto the table. He knelt in front of her, and opened so his cock and balls were directly in front of her face. His cock looked hard as steel and droplets of precum glistened on the tip.

  A drafty breeze blew by her ass, and the chill made her shudder.

  “Poor dear,” Edward cooed. “She’s cold. I know just how to warm her up.” His fingers entered her sopping pussy. He pressed in hard and fast, stirring up her juices to the point she was sure they were running down his arm.

  Then he removed them and she felt his wet digits trace circles around her asshole. Her gut clenched. Her mind went back to the anal training with Gaston. This was the part that frightened her.

  His finger pressed inside her tiniest hole and the tight ring of muscles bore down on the intrusion. Edward moved in and out. At first it hurt, but after a few moments it became more bearable, until finally it felt good. Frederica was surprised to hear herself moan with pleasure.

  Miles took her hair and caught it all in his hand. “Frederica,” he said, and then pulled on the mass of hair. At first she felt more pressure than pain, but then her scalp began to sting and she prayed he wouldn’t pull any harder.

  She glanced up at him, panting as Edward plundered her asshole, “Yes?” she asked, her voice trembling.

  “Take him in your mouth,” he said, nodding at Pugwash’s erect cock that bobbed near her face.

  She nodded agreeably.

  “And I will fuck that delicious little pussy of yours,” Miles said with a gleam in his eye.

  Her heart skipped a beat and she bent her head so she might take Pugwash’s eager cock into her mouth. She suckled the head and heard Pugwash groan with excitement. Taking her head in his hands, he bobbed her mouth up and down on his shaft until he hit the back of her throat.

  She mewled a scattered noise when another finger entered her ass. Soon after, she felt several fingers enter her cunt. Poised like a statue on a pedestal, Frederica lost herself in the sensation—every hole she had was filled, and the sensation was punctuated by a smack to her bottom.

  Chapter Nine

  With every hole filled Frederica found it difficult to concentrate on sucking the cock in her mouth. The sensations of being poked, prodded, slapped, and fucked overwhelmed her, and her only option was to surrender to these men and trust them to “take care of her” as they’d promised.

  To this point they had made good on that promise, so she put herself in their hands and allowed herself to let go and enjoy their attentions. In the back of her mind was the knowledge that Hatch was somewhere close by to protect her. She had not seen him, but she hadn’t expected to. He operated more like a ghost than a human.

  “Switch places with me, Pug. And break in that delectable pussy for me,” Miles said.

  “That’s one sweet little mouth,” Pugwash said, withdrawing with a groan filled with regret. He moved around to the back of the table and suddenly her holes were empty. She exhaled, her body craving the fullness once again.

  “Why the frown?” Miles asked as he climbed onto the table and lay on his back.

  Frederica shrugged, unable to find the words to answer him.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he persisted.

  She averted her eyes. It was one thing to allow them to have her, quite another to admit how much she was enjoying it.

  “It’s alright. It’s supposed to,” he said, tugging on a lock of her hair. Then, instead of putting his cock in her face as Pugwash had, Miles asked her to straddle him. “Can you remain on all fours?” the attractive captain asked.

  She nodded and held herself up on her knees. Miles lay underneath her, his cock straining upward. She glanced at his erection then back at him. Holding herself up with her hands she had no way to stimulate him. He read her thoughts and eased her mind, “Don’t concern yourself, my dear. We are only getting started,” he said running a hand through her hair which spilled over his muscular chest.

  His words sent a chill through her. What more would they do to her?

  She felt a wet mouth on her brazenly displayed pussy. Inwardly she smiled—Pugwash.

  His tongue stroked her from clit to slit before she felt her swollen button being pulled into his mouth. His teeth grazed that concentrated jumble of nerves and she trembled with desire. She strained against his face, desperate for something to fill her needy cunt.

  As if he heard her silent pleas, Pugwash stood and pulled her ass back onto his cock. Her legs fell like a frog above Miles and she felt his hardness against her mound. Pugwash entered her swiftly, the force causing her to fall forward. Her breasts and stomach pressed against Miles’ torso. His eyes burned bright as he cupped the base of her neck and pulled her lips to his.

  “Take him inside you,” Miles growled in her ear, and a white-hot jolt of lust sliced through her body. Pugwash took her by the hips and impaled her onto his thick, meaty member. He filled her, the sensation of her stretching walls almost too exquisite to bear.

  She thought she might drown in Miles’ kiss, his tongue swirling with hers in a wicked dance. The walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate Pugwash’s thickness, and the pacing of his thrusts dictated the tempo of her kisses with Miles.

  The world around her seemed to have melted away, leaving her with only the hum of the moment. As Pugwash pulled his cock out and pushed back inside her hungry depths he used long strokes, teasing her, making her want more and more. Greedily, she groaned into the mouth of her enticing, blond lover. Miles caressed the skin of her back and held her to him.

  Without warning she felt a smack on her ass. Edward?

  Her cries grew louder and Miles’ strong arms held her so that Pugwash and Edward might toy with her as they saw fit.

  Edward’s blows smarted but she managed to handle them. Gaston had introduced her to the intoxication that the combination of pleasure and pain could bring, and that experience was serving her well.

  Thwack! Edward covered her backside thoroughly, and she guessed her ass would be the fiery pink-red of a blazing sunset by now.

  With a burst of energy Miles lifted himself onto his elbows. “Damn! I must have you, Frederica. My turn, Pugwash.” An electric current zipped between her and the bold captain and Frederica wondered with exquisite anticipation what he would do next.

  With a mild grumble Pugwash withdrew his cock and moved to the side of the table.

  Miles took her chin in his hand, rousing her mind from the hazy, lust-filled cloud where it had been. Her eyes met his and Frederica felt the heat intensify between them. The other men were pleasant enough lovers—Edward with his boyish, dark charms and tall, sinewy physique, and Pugwash with his adorable gruffness and talented tongue. But it was Miles with whom Frederica felt the most arous
ed. There was a palpable chemistry between them that, at that moment in time, made her want him with every fiber in her being.

  “Ride me,” Miles ordered her.

  Those two little words lit a fire in her belly and she cast her legs astride him, eager to feel the tumescence of his enormous cock fill her. She placed her hands on his rock-hard abdomen and traced the dips and well-defined ridges under her fingertips. Her pussy creamed at the intoxicating contradiction of smooth and rippled, soft and hard.

  She rose to a kneeling position and ground her pelvis against his. His cock reached up for her warm crevice, and rubbing her outer lips against him, she realized how slick she already was from Pugwash’s invasion. The outrageous naughtiness of allowing two men’s cocks inside her one after the other sent a little thrill through her, and she giggled to herself thinking of the depraved secret she now shared with these three men.

  Just as she impaled herself on the stiff cock between her legs, she felt a tap on her left shoulder. When she turned her head, Edward crushed his mouth against hers. As her pussy stretched around Miles’ immense girth she offered Edward a passionate, over the shoulder kiss. Edward’s hands traveled across her chest, his fingers played with her already erect nipples, pinching and twisting, making her tongue search his mouth for relief.

  Leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, Edward continued caressing her breasts and whispered in her ear, “I want your ass.”

  Her gut and her asshole clenched in unison. This was what she feared. Gaston had warned her they would want to fuck both her holes at the same time, all of them in fact. She couldn’t imagine how her body could possibly accommodate all that, but as concerned as she was, she couldn’t see herself saying no now and spoiling things. She braced herself and hoped it wasn’t too difficult to endure.

  Sensing her reticence, Edward promised, “I’ll be gentle.”

  Frederica bit her lip and nodded to him.

  From underneath her Miles pulled her shoulders roughly out of Edward’s grasp toward him. He caught her in another kiss as he lifted her hips up and down on his steel rod.

  “Fuck him, Frederica. I want to watch you fuck him,” Edward said behind her. Being given such orders ignited a fire inside her, and Frederica raised and lowered herself down onto Miles, their mouths continuing to nip and suckle at each other.

  Soon the now-familiar but nerve-wracking feeling of Edward’s finger was in her ass again. Refusing to be cowed, Frederica focused on the oral pursuits that occupied her and Miles. Then she felt Edward grab her hips and a larger, more insistent presence nudged at her rear entry. When Edward pushed through the tight circular muscle that guarded the opening of her hole, she shouted into Miles open mouth then buried her face in his neck.

  “It will get easier in a few minutes,” Edward said reassuring her.

  Miles stroked her hair. “He’s right. It will,” Miles said, echoing the sentiment.

  “Aye,” Pugwash added and stroked her back softly. The tender gesture from the hard man was such an unexpected juxtaposition that it distracted her for a moment. It gave her a new insight into the small man, and touched her.

  As Edward pushed farther into her ass Frederica whimpered. How much longer would the agony continue? She clutched Miles’ upper arms with all her strength, unsure if she could stand the pain.

  Then Edward’s cock slid backward. He’d oiled it with something so that it slid out then in more smoothly and finally, slowly, her muscles began to work in tandem with him.

  “You fuck her, and I’ll hold her,” Miles directed Edward.

  Edward did just that, slowly piercing and stretching her tiniest hole as her cunt was impaled on Mile’s thick cock. The movements made her come up and away from Miles, his cock sliding in and out of her at the same time, each thrust stimulating both her holes.

  Passion overtook her and Frederica kissed and nipped on Miles’ thick, muscular neck until Pugwash took her by the hair and lifted her head. He pulled her to the side of the table where her lips were level with his swollen cock. Still controlling her head with her hair, he said, “Suck on this, princess.”

  Again, being given sexual commands aroused her, gave her a warm tipsy feeling in her stomach. She opened her mouth obediently, licked his shaft and took him as deeply into her mouth as she could manage while still breathing.

  The world slowed down, and she’d been reduced to nothing more than a sexual plaything, her body there for the sole purpose of pleasing this group of men. At the same time, the things they did to her felt incredible, and she reveled in the sensations. One cock fucked her ass while another fucked her pussy, and now her only other hole was filled with cock. Becoming an instrument of these men’s pleasure made her feel as alive as she ever had before. For the first time she wondered if Gaston had known how much she would enjoy the experience. He must have, and she must remember to thank him for arranging this tryst which furthered her carnal education, a task Gaston had always taken quite seriously.

  The pain in her ass had morphed into pleasure. Her pussy thrummed with need and she relished the feel of her ass being pummeled at the same time.

  Miles’ hand crept between their sandwiched bodies and tweaked her nipple. “Ride me, Frederica. Ride me now,” he growled.

  She wanted to comply, but how? How could she possibly move? Her entire body was controlled by their movements—Pugwash fucking her throat, Edward fucking her ass, and Miles pinching her and thrusting up into her from underneath.

  Edward grabbed her hips and helped her put more weight on her knees then he assisted her, lifting her cunt up and down onto Miles’ cock. In the process he moved in and out of her ass. She tried to keep Pugwash in her mouth, but Edward pulled her in the other direction.

  As she was inched backward, Pugwash gripped his cock. He jerked it while watching her fuck the other two men simultaneously. Then he closed his eyes and tugged his cock until a stream of white fluid flew in her direction, most of it landing on her full silky breasts.

  The smell of cum hit her nostrils, and the debauchery of the scene invigorated her. With renewed vigor she turned her energy to riding Miles and taking Edward’s punishing cock in her ass at the same time. The feeling of being filled was overwhelming and though the movements among the three of them were small, they were extreme in their intensity. It only took a few minutes of hard fucking before Frederica felt on the verge of climax. It approached and crashed over her like the tallest wave in the ocean—building, building, building, until it finally broke. She rode with gusto, bliss spilling out of every pore, and she hoped it would never end.

  Once she fell over the edge, Miles reached up and held her torso up by her shoulders, and Edward steadied her bottom. Then both men ramped up the speed, Miles fucking her from below and Edward from behind. Frederica thought she might be smashed in two, but she could only moan, thinking if one had to be split in two, there was no better way to do it.

  Moments later both men pulled out and ejaculated upon her. Edward leaked his silky fluid on her ass, and Miles shot his onto her abdomen. She watched lazily as some of Miles’ semen ran down the sides of his cock.

  Frederica collapsed next to Miles who curled her into the crook of his arm.

  Pugwash had begun dressing, and Edward patted her on the hip. Shy again, he thanked her before donning his clothes.

  “Will you clean my cock, beautiful Frederica?” Miles asked staring into her eyes, his fingers playing with her hair.

  She knew what he meant for Gaston often asked her to mop up his seed with her mouth. Shifting her position, she brought her head down over his cock, which stood at half-mast. Sucking it into her mouth, she licked the sticky bitter substance from it and made a great show of swallowing it.

  If this was to be the last task she performed for these men she wanted to finish her work in a memorable fashion.

  Chapter Ten

  Gaston paced back and forth on the rough cobblestone street outside the entrance to the Lucky Sloop. He wasn’t certain ho
w long Frederica had been inside with Appling and the rest, but whatever the length it was too long for him. He’d drunk more than he should have that morning and had fallen asleep briefly. One of the crew members awoke him to inquire about a task Gaston had given them. Too late Gaston realized he’d missed Freddie’s departure. Now, as he stood under the swaying palms, his head pounded and he felt a longing for Frederica that could only compare with the desperation that scrawny excuse for a cat must have experienced only days prior.

  Kicking a pebble across the walk, he wondered how he could possibly have agreed to subject his precious Frederica to the carnal demands of a group of men? Pirates even! On the surface the captains appeared civilized enough, but under the surface he knew twisted, even cruel intentions could lurk in the hearts of men. Men, as a lot, were savages, he decided running a hand over his dreads. What had he done?

  A crash came from the building that served as a kitchen for the inn. The noise brought him back into the present, reminding him that when Frederica and her lovers left the building he would have to make himself scarce. It would not do to have the men suspect he harbored excessive concerns over Frederica’s welfare, or worse that he was jealous of their attentions to her. No, he must come across nonplussed, unruffled by the affair.

  He stroked his chin, not at all certain that he could exact an indifferent countenance on the outside when he was a churning tangle of emotions on this inside. He felt as if he would choke on his jealousy, and his throat threatened to close. This had him constantly tugging on his collar searching for more air. His normally hearty appetite had left him, and he wasn’t sure he had eaten anything since the agreement.

  He balled his fists. The thought of the other men touching Frederica, kissing her, entering her, fucking her… He stopped himself for fear he would retch. When he’d offered her up for the other men’s pleasure he’d been thinking with his head, searching for a solution that would quash their last-minute objections. Sadly, in doing so he had ignored his heart.