Desire Gets Her Payment [pt. II]

I pulled back until only my head remained inside her. Desire made a weak sound and reached behind herself, catching my wrist. “Don’t you dare pull that thing out after doing that to me.”

Barto stared at my still-rigid cock, his own floppy and softening in his fist. “You ain’t close?”

“No.”

He laughed once, then looked at my face to see whether I was joking. “Boss, you just fucked a woman into a legend and you ain’t even close?”

“I’ve had a lot of practice lately.”

“That Nami chick in the shop, the sword woman, Alvida...” He shook his head slowly, counting women I had fucked as if each one added another piece to something important. “Man, what the fuck are you?”

“The guy whose seconds you want.”

That brought some of the old Barto back. He wiped Desire’s spray from his chin and licked it from his thumb. “Damn right.”

I released her leg and rolled her onto her stomach. Desire gave an exhausted grunt when her breasts hit the bed. They flattened beneath her chest and spread out on both sides like thick pale wings, the nipples pushed sideways against the blanket. Her legs lay nearly straight, thighs close together. The position squeezed her pussy tight around my cock before I had even begun moving again.

“Give me a minute,” she muttered into the bedding.

I planted my feet on either side of her lower thighs and rose into a squat over her. “You’ve had one.”

“That was about ten seconds, you lying bastard.”

Her complaint turned into a groan when I angled my shaft down and pushed. “Hnnngh! Ohhh, fuck me!” My cock curved into her like a great eel forcing its way into a hole between the rocks that was much too small for it. The heavy shaft bowed between my body and hers as it drove deeper, forcing her pussy open from above while her nearly closed thighs squeezed tight around me. A shorter man would have needed his hips pressed flat to her ass just to reach her in this position. I stayed high on the balls of my feet, well above her legs, and still had enough length to fuck her deeply. Each withdrawal exposed a great wet arc of cock between her spread ass cheeks before the whole curving length plunged back inside. Her pussy and the lower edges of her ass stretched around my girth until they seemed molded to its shape. White, bubbly cream lacquered the exposed shaft, gathered in the cleft of her ass and squeezed out in little spurts whenever I buried myself again.

Barto shifted to the side of the bed for a better view, a few strokes bringing his cock back to hardness. “Look at your ass, Des. Boss has the whole thing blown open. I can see inside you every time he pulls back.”

“I’m going to kill both of you when my legs work again.”

“You’d have to quit pushing back first.”

He was right. Desire’s hips lifted to chase me whenever I drew too far out. Her body had lost the smooth control of the striptease. She rutted against the bed, breasts grinding beneath her, with the curled red locks stuck to her cheek and neck while her crest shook above them. I drove down into her in long, hard strokes and watched the motion travel the full length of her body. Her flattened tits slid outward, dragged inward, then spread again. Each time my balls struck the back of her thighs, her mouth opened against the blanket and left another dark patch of spit.

“Uhn! Uhn! Aah! AAH!” Desire grunted into the bedding, every noise beaten out of her by another downward stroke.

“Listen to that,” I said to Barto. “I’ve got her barking into the bed.”

“You’ve got her pussy foamin’ like a beer, too,” he said, delighted.

I drew back to show him the thick coating and plunged down until my balls slapped a spray of it across the backs of her thighs. “Oho, look at her juice stringing off me. That’s how much she likes getting split open.”

She came twice in that position. The first orgasm tightened her so sharply that I had to force my cock through the contractions while she groaned, “Ohhh, ohhh, don’t stop, don’t stop. Uhn... uhn... uhn!” The second made her legs kick beneath me and sent another wet spill running down the backs of her thighs. “Aah! Tsujo! Fuck! Fuuuck! AAHN!” she screamed into the blanket. I kept the same pace after both. My thighs burned pleasantly from the squat, but my cock remained hard and hungry. The cabin filled with the slap of my balls against her legs, the thick wet churn of her pussy and Desire’s ruined voice begging for more whenever she remembered enough words to use them.

Outside, the shore batteries dwindled to low rumbles swallowed by the storm. Crewmen still ran overhead, though their shouts had lost their edge and become angry arguments about torn canvas and flooded powder. At some point a bell rang three times from the deck. A cheer followed, and someone yelled that Loguetown’s guns could no longer reach us.

Barto glanced toward the ceiling. “Guess we got away.”

“Good,” I said, driving my cock down until Desire’s ass bounced around my hips. “Now nobody interrupts.”

Desire laughed weakly into the bed. “That was you worried about interruption?”

“A little.”

I finally pulled out. Her pussy stayed open for several seconds, a dark pink hole shining between lips stretched thick around empty air, her own fluid poured out in a steady thread. Barto leaned close enough that Desire kicked up and pushed a foot into his face.

“Quit staring at my hole like you dropped money in it.”

He caught her ankle and dragged his long tongue across her sole.

“Ugh, you disgusting freak!” Desire twisted her foot free and kicked him in the mouth. When he laughed, she caught him again across the cheek. “Don’t fucking lick me.”

“Fine. Keep your fucking feet.” Barto rubbed his lip, still grinning, and glanced at my cock with the open admiration he had worn since the Big Dickgasm. “Better save whatever’s left of those legs, Des. Boss ain’t finished with you yet.”

I caught Desire beneath one arm and hauled her off the mattress. She came upright with much less grace than she had shown while stripping, knees wobbling and breasts swinging wildly as her feet found the floor. She grabbed my shoulder for balance.

“What now?” she panted.

“Bend over so I can shove this dick inside you and make you my little bitch!”

She narrowed her eyes at me but turned when I pushed at her hip. I bent her all the way forward until her tall red crest pointed toward the floor and the thick side-locks dangled past her cheeks. Her upper body folded against her thighs. Her breasts dropped beneath her like a pair of huge pendulums, swaying free with the roll of the ship. I gathered both of her wrists behind her back and held them together in one hand, using the grip to keep her from falling.

Desire looked upside down between the dangling red locks. “If you drop me, I’m breaking that skinny neck.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I guided my cock between her spread thighs, found the open heat of her pussy and thrust all the way in. My pelvis slammed into her ass cheeks with a thick clap.

“AAH!” Desire’s cry burst from her upside-down mouth. “Ahk! Hnng! Too deep!”

“Still all the way in,” I announced for Barto, and pulled her back hard enough to make her hanging tits swing. “Look at that, Barto. She keeps telling me it’s too deep, then she gives me the whole fat pussy anyway.”

Her hanging breasts swung forward so far that they nearly struck her face, then swept backward beneath her chest as I withdrew. On the next thrust they flew forward again. Once I found the rhythm, they moved like weights on the ends of ropes, huge arcs beneath her body while my hips battered her ass.

The position let me use her wrists as reins. I pulled her back onto every drive, making sure my whole length went home before I dragged out again. Her ass flattened against my pelvis and sprang back into shape. The stretched lips of her pussy appeared clung to my shaft on the retreat like a pink funnel, then vanished beneath the next collision. Wet froth streamed down my cock and swung from my balls in sticky threads. Desire tried to swear at me, but folding her so tightly squeezed the breath from her lungs. “Uhk! Nnh! Ah! Ah!” emerged instead, broken grunts timed to my thrusts.

Barto crouched in front of her, cock in hand, watching her tits swing. He reached out once as if to catch one and thought better of putting his fingers in their path.

“Those things could knock me out,” he said.

“Would improve you,” Desire managed.

“You still got jokes. Boss ain’t fuckin’ hard enough.”

I answered by pulling her wrists higher and increasing the pace. Desire’s next insult became a drawn-out “Aaaahhh!” Her breasts whipped beneath her, nipples describing wide blurred circles, silver rings flashing whenever they turned toward the lamp. Sweat flung from the tips and speckled the floorboards. Barto watched with his mouth open, jerking himself in time with the impacts. Every time I buried my cock, he looked at the place my pelvis crushed into Desire’s ass, then followed the motion through her swinging body as if he needed to understand how I did it.

“Go on,” I told him. “Jerk that little thing. I’ll make her scream for both of us.”

I slammed into her again, and Desire gave me exactly what I wanted. “AAAH! Oh, gods, boss! Uhhhn!”

Desire came again. Her knees folded without warning, and my grip on her wrists was all that kept her face from striking the floor. I held her suspended and gave her several more full thrusts while her feet scraped uselessly for purchase. Then I pulled out and let Barto help catch her under the shoulders.

“Careful,” he said, surprisingly gentle for a man with his cock in his other hand. “She’s cooked.”

“I’m gonna cook you,” Desire mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah. Once your legs grow back.”

We put her on the bed again. I sat against the padded headboard with my legs spread wide and straight across the mattress. Desire knelt between them, swaying on her knees. Sweat covered her from scalp to ankles. Her tall crest had sagged crooked without quite collapsing, and the thick curled locks were plastered to one cheek and the sides of her neck. One of the little blue ornaments stuck wetly against her temple. Barto’s cum had dried in pale streaks across her breast, mixed with the shine of her own sweat. She looked at my cock standing from my lap, still hard enough for the head to hover near her chest, and her expression tightened with exhausted disbelief.

“You have to be close,” she said.

“I’m getting there. I’m not sure you’ve got enough left to finish me, though.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You really think I’m quitting after all this?”

“Get on and we’ll find out.”

She stared at me for several seconds, breathing hard while she considered the cock standing over her. Then she wiped her mouth, planted both feet on the mattress and forced herself upright over me.

“I’m getting that nut,” she said. “You aren’t walking away after turning my pussy inside out and telling people I couldn’t finish the job.”

“Who would I tell?”

“Everyone. You’ve got the face of a bragging little shit.”

Barto nodded solemnly. “He does.”

Desire raised one trembling leg over my cock, then the other, standing in a wide squat above my lap. She used both hands to point the head upward beneath her. Her pussy was so swollen and open that the crown entered with far less resistance than before, though her body still shook as she lowered herself. I grabbed her hips and helped guide her. Inch after inch disappeared inside until her ass hung just above my lap and her stomach bulged around the buried length.

She began to bounce.

At first she moved with something like control. Her feet stayed planted, thighs flexing as she rose along my shaft and dropped, taking me deep each time. “Ahh... hnnh... ahh...” leaked from her with the slow rhythm. Her enormous breasts lifted and fell in front of her, striking her stomach at the bottom of every squat. A thick ring of foamy arousal gathered where her pussy met my shaft, rising and falling with her, then collapsing over my lap when she dropped to the base. The next hard descent churned it into pale bubbles that spread across my thighs and clung in strings between her lips and my cock. Soon the long fucking caught up with her. Her legs trembled harder. The rises shortened. Every drop punched out a louder “Uhh! Ahn! Guhh!” She started falling with her full weight and trusting my cock to catch her.

Barto climbed onto the bed beside us. “Want a hand?”

Desire looked at him through unfocused eyes. “Lift the tits. They’re throwing me off.”

He got behind her and hooked his forearms beneath both breasts. Their weight filled his arms from elbow to wrist. He hauled them upward against her chest, freeing Desire’s belly and giving me an unobstructed view of the bulge that rose whenever she dropped to the base.

“Fuck, these are heavy,” he said.

“You beg to touch them.”

“Didn’t know I’d be working cargo.”

“Shut up and hold them.”

She kept riding. Minutes blurred together beneath the slow creak of the bed, the groan of the hull, and rain drumming against the windows. Desire came until each orgasm looked like a smaller wave passing through a body already drowned. “Ahn... uhn... ohhh... cock...” Her eyes stopped focusing on either of us. Her tongue slipped out and stayed there, bouncing over her lower lip. Sweat ran down her stomach and collected around the place where my cock spread her. Every time her legs began to fail, she made an angry “Nnnh!” and forced herself up again.

I watched her lose the last pieces of the cool gang woman who had walked into the cabin. The threats faded first. Then the jokes. After that she had only a few words left, mostly “cock,” “cum,” “boss,” and “please,” broken up by “aah,” “uhn” and long, drooling moans whenever the pressure built. She had never fucked this long. Her whole body showed it. Her thighs shook continuously, her feet slipped in the damp blankets, and Barto had to keep one knee behind her so she would not topple sideways. She remained set on making me finish.

That determination worked on me. So did Barto watching from behind her with his fanged mouth open, treating every deep drop as something worth memorizing. I had started the afternoon enjoying his jealousy. Now I wanted his admiration. I wanted him to see the same thing I was beginning to see every time Desire sank and another ruined moan came out of her. Alvida had been the first strong woman my cock tamed. Desire proved it had never been a lucky accident. This was what I did to women. Big ones, dangerous ones, clever ones, it did not matter once I got all eighteen and a quarter inches working inside them.

The thought made me sit a little straighter. Desire dropped, impaled herself to the base and wailed, “AAAH! Boss, please cum!” while frothy juice squeezed out beneath her and spread across my lap. Barto stared over her shoulder.

“Look at her,” I said. “She walked in here thinking she was going to earn an easy payment.” I lifted her by the hips and let her plunge back down. “Now she can’t remember anything but my cock.”

“You fuckin’ wrecked her, boss,” Barto said.

I grinned.

The earring waiting in the desk made me prouder still. Desire had seen the size of me, felt real fear when I started forcing it inside her, cursed me, demanded breathers, and kept choosing the next position. Barto had complained, stared, laughed, and joined in because the whole thing genuinely fascinated him. I had left them room to react, and they still wanted what I offered.

My balls began to swell beneath her. The two huge nuts stayed low between my spread legs, dragging inside their long, loose sack against the soaked blanket whenever Desire dropped onto my lap. Both clenched heavily, and a deep pulse traveled from them into the base of my cock.

“Now,” I said.

Desire’s eyes found mine with effort. “Now?”

“Make me cum.”

Something fierce returned to her face. She dragged herself upward until only half my cock remained inside and dropped with everything she had left. Her ass struck my lap. The bed slammed against the wall, and my cock drove so deep that the bulge jumped beneath her ribs. She did it again, then a third time. Her legs gave out on the fourth.

I caught her hips and took over.

With my back braced against the headboard, I lifted her body along my shaft and slammed her down. Barto kept her breasts gathered against her chest while her arms dangled at her sides. I used her like a weight, hauling her up, driving her back to the base and grinding her swollen pussy against my lap at the bottom. Desire’s tongue hung out. “Aah! Uhh! AAH!” burst from her on successive impacts. Her eyes crossed again as another orgasm caught her, though it was a small, helpless thing beside the Big Dickgasm that had wrecked her earlier.

“Oho, there she goes again!” I laughed for Barto. “Still cumming. I’ve been pounding this plump, juicy pussy half the night, and it still can’t get enough.”

The pressure broke inside me.

I pulled her down until my cock was buried as far as her body allowed and came. I groaned out loud as the first load punched deep enough to make Desire jerk in my hands and wail, “Aaaah! Yes! Cum! Uhhhn, fill me!” My huge balls stayed hanging low between my spread legs, swollen almost painfully full. Both nuts clenched together inside the loose sack, beating against the soaked blanket like a second heart. Every hard contraction pumped another thick load up the base of my cock and drove it through the entire buried length. The heavy sack swelled, clenched and loosened before swelling again, visibly unloading itself in deep, steady pulses while I held Desire on my lap. Her stomach remained distended by my cock, and somewhere beneath that bulge my cum was pouring into whatever space I had made for it.

Desire made a worn-out sound that might have been a laugh. “Finally.”

I thrust upward through the last pulses, grinding every drop as deep as I could. “You wanted the nut.”

“Took you a damn lifetime.”

“You got paid.”

“Yeah.” Her head fell back against Barto’s shoulder, mouth slack and blue eyes half closed. A slow grin appeared through the exhaustion. “Yeah, boss. I got paid.”

Barto released her breasts. They dropped heavily against her stomach, one on either side of the bulge, and nearly hid the place where our bodies joined. Desire tried to lift herself from my lap, managed half a movement and simply toppled sideways. Barto caught one shoulder while I caught her hip, though neither of us could keep her upright. She slid off me inch by inch, her swollen pussy clinging around my shaft until the broad head pulled free with a wet gulp. A gush of cum followed it across my lap.

Desire landed on her side and stayed there. Her knees bent slightly and her thighs fell together, trapping most of the mess between them. One immense breast flattened against the blanket while the other collapsed over it. Her battered crest leaned sideways along the mattress, and one thick red lock lay across half her face. Her tongue rested against the corner of her mouth while her half-open eyes stared through the cabin wall. She wore a small, stupidly satisfied smile. When the ship rolled, her whole body moved with the mattress because she had no strength left to steady herself.

Her closed thighs failed to hide what I had done to her. The lips of her pussy were swollen and dragged apart around a deep, blown-open hole that had forgotten how to close. My cum filled it to the rim like a pale lake inside her body. The surface trembled whenever she breathed. More welled up from somewhere deeper, spilled over the stretched lower edge and crept between her pressed thighs in a thick white stream.

Barto crouched beside the bed and watched my cum well out of her with open hunger. “Fuck, boss. You left her swimming in it.” He settled one hand upon the upper curve of her ass, then looked at her face. “Des. I’m taking my turn when I’m hard again. You got a problem with that?”

Desire’s fingers curled lazily into the breast beneath her cheek. Her smile widened by a fraction. “Only if you make me move.”

Barto laughed and squeezed her ass. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Barto waited. He sat at the edge of the bed stroking himself while her breathing slowed and my cock softened across my thigh. The shouting above us settled into the ordinary curses of men trimming sails and repairing storm damage. Rain rattled against the cabin windows. Desire remained on her side through all of it while the lake inside her pussy slowly overflowed.

Barto’s cock stood hard again. He squeezed Desire’s ass once more, earning a tiny pleased shiver and a shift of her thighs.

“Time to collect, boss.”

“You earned it.”

Barto’s fanged grin returned. He knelt behind Desire without trying to roll her onto her back or pull her exhausted legs apart. He grabbed the upper cheek of her ass and lifted it, exposing the ruined opening tucked at the back of her closed thighs. My cum shone inside it. He pressed the head of his seven-inch cock into the little lake, and the stretched hole swallowed him almost before he thrust. His hips bumped her ass with the first push.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Boss, she’s hot and full of your fuckin jizz.”

He held her ass in both hands and began humping happily away. Desire lay exactly where she had fallen, loose and sated, while his hips rocked her body across the blanket. Her thighs stayed together, squeezing around the outside of her swollen pussy as his cock slid through the cavern I had left behind. Each short, eager thrust stirred my cum and forced more of it out around his shaft. It coated his cock, ran over his balls and smeared across the insides of Desire’s thighs. Her upper breast rolled heavily over the lower one with the motion. Every so often she released another dreamy hum, though her eyes remained empty and her smile never left.

I sat against the headboard and watched my first two minions settle into what I had promised them. Barto looked delighted, gripping Desire’s ass and rutting into my mess with no shame at all. Desire stayed sprawled on her side while he rocked her body across the bed, her half-open eyes staring at nothing and a soft hum slipping out whenever his pelvis struck her ass.