Accept a Libertine Counteroffer

”A wise choice.”

Starlit dew glistens between her legs, and her hips sway with each of her careful steps. A wispy hint of blue obscures her piercing peaks, rising and falling with her breath. Brilliant white teeth glisten behind her half-open lips. The Cerulean Libertine touches a hand to your shoulder.

And the other to your groin.

You grab her ass and pull her in. She kisses your neck and you push your tongue between her coquettish lips. A firm grip of her pert rear arrests the lithe body against your crotch.

She squirms and writhes, catching your clothed cock with her naked sex. ” I’m so – oohhhh,” she moans, ”glad to finally meet you First Officer. To really meet you. It – ahhh! It feels so large. Ohhh! Oh, please fuck me. Fuck me already.” She undoes your belt as you stumble backwards under the cover of the bower. ”Fill my wet cunt with your big sailor dick.”

You land atop her and her open legs welcome you in. The first thrust rocks her tits free from their prison. A clasp gives and she pries open the others with trembling fingers, offering up her denuded body for your admiration. You run your hand over her breasts, up to her neck, yanking her into a needful kiss.

Her legs hook you deep and her outstretched tongue ensnares yours. You break free enough to fuck her harder, your balls slapping against her with each lunge. She opens your shirt and jacket and covers your chest with her kisses. A change of angle and your palm rubbing her clit throw her on her back. She climaxes, kicking, bucking, and screaming, impaled on your dick.

”Fuuck!” Her cries slowly cohere into words as she pulls you down to her and holds you close. ”Soo good. I could...” A hint of recognition flushes her voice, but she assuages her guilt with another kiss. ”N – ugh.” Her eyes roll back and she rewards your soft thrusts with a half-lidded smile. ”We shou – ahh!” She shudders, moans, and then wiggles away. ”More!”

She crawls up to all fours and, shaking her ass, invites you to enter her from behind. You drop on one knee and tease your tongue through her folds. She rewards you with torrential arousal. Her trill pierces the air, hot moans infused with surprised gratitude. You crisscross your way to her pearl, and she screams, then slurps.

”Take it all, harlot,” the Landlocked Commodore demands.

”Fuuck! Fuck my whore face! Fuck my...”

You re-emerge to him slapping her face with his hard cock. She gasps when you re-enter her, and muffles her screams by slobbering up and down his length. You grab her hip, and he seizes her hair. She arches her back, skewered from front and back, like a roast on a spit.

The Landlocked Commodore does not last long. He withdraws and trains his spit-slick member at her face. You slam into her and she, begging for more, catches the surge between her lips. More hits her face and forms slimy tangles in her hair. He staggers away and you flip her on her back.

She gives you a cum-smeared smile and stains her lolling tongue with his seed. Some pools down to her swaying breasts, or runs from the corners of her mouth down her neck. You lift one of her legs and bury yourself deep inside her. Her soft moans rise to screams of orgasmic bliss, and you pace yourself as you send her over the edge.

Your own climax, approaching fast, has you slow down only to suddenly pick up pace again. A final lunge rocks her to the core and hurls you after her. She thrashes in your embrace, gripped by another uncontrollable wave of orgasmic pleasure. You pull out, spraying her sex and ass and legs with sticky white.

”Ama...” She pauses to finally catch her breath. ”Fucking amazing. My thanks to you, gentlemen, for a delightful evening.”

You offer to escort her back – as does the Commodore.

She only laughs. ”It’s best I snuck in, considering. But thank you for the kind offer. And First Officer? I do hope we meet again, and soon.”