You Put on a Show

Deliberately and with obvious discomfort Anna places her hands at her sides and stands straight and proud before the piratess and her crew. Close as you are, you can see goosebumps starting to form on her skin from the cool breeze and her small pink nipples jut out invitingly from the youthful swell of her breasts.

"You will not break me," the governess exclaims defiantly. Darkwater throws her head back and laughs.

"Break you? I do not wish to break you." She says, gleefully striding up to the much smaller blond, "As I told you before, I wish only to see this swell." she taps lightly on the smaller woman's flat stomach.

"Male," she continues, addressing you, "Pump this little bilge rat full of your seed."

You nod and take a step forward.

"NO!" Anna cries, backing away from you until she hits the ship's rail.

"Please, not like this," she pleads, a solitary tear trickling down her face, "At least allow me some privacy, please."

Darkwater laughs coldly. "Come now, you wouldn't deprive these fine woman of a bit of entertainment now would you? No, I don't think so. You will stand there, spread those slim legs of yours and let this fine specimen of male virility plunder your depths."

Anna whimpers quietly as the rest of the crew cheers lustily.

You step closer and gingerly place your hands on the young woman's hips.

"I am so sorry about this," you say, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"No," Anna whispers those intelligent green eyes pinning you in place, "I will not let you apologize for the acts of the monster that stands behind you."

“Do it then,” she demands, loudly this time for everyone to here, “fill me with that oversized cock of yours. But one day soon you and your cunt whore of a master will regret the day you crossed my path.”

Her chest heaves with a mixture of fear and excitement, pert breasts rising and falling with each breath. You glance down and see a glimmer of wetness peaking out from the delegate folds between her legs.

You run a finger over the slick crevice, drawing a shudder from the small woman, and then lift her into the air so that you're eye level with her moistening cunt.

Anna squeals in surprise as you bury your head between her thighs.

"What are you doing," She screams, clutching your head for support, thighs clenching against your cheeks.

You do not respond, merely licking her with the flat of your tongue.

"Unhand me!" she wails, but despite her protestations, you feel her legs wrap around your head, drawing you deeper into her moistening sex.

You continue, sliding your tongue over the smooth lips of her sex, occasionally probing at her clit.

"Oh fuck," she groans, "stop it, stop it."

She writhes and moans, but you do not stop.

"Ahhhh," she cries as her climax washes over her, her entire body convulsing as she reaches her peak.

"Please," she begs, her voice ragged. "please, no more."

"Oh, don't worry," Darkwater says with a laugh, "he's not finished with you."

Anna's face is red and her legs tremble as she slides off your shoulders, but rather than lowering her back to the deck, you grip her thighs, holding her in place as your engorged cock grinds against her glistening slit.

Anna squirms against you, the slick length of your shaft sliding up and down her cleft, lubricating itself in her fluids.

You can hear the soft, wet sounds as the tip of your manhood slips back and forth between her labia.

"Fuck her!" the pirate captain yells, her voice barely audible above the roaring cheers of her crew.

"Do it," she shouts again, "I want to see that big fat cock slide into her dripping hole."

Her words are drowned out by the cacophony of voices surrounding the two of you, and Anna's breath catches as your cock finally finds the entrance to her pussy.

"I'm so sorry," you tell her softly.

"Do it," she hisses, her voice a barely audible whisper, "if I'm going to have a child I'd rather it come from someone like you."

"DO IT!" She screams, her emerald green eyes wild.

You do.

You slam her down onto your shaft, impaling her to the hilt.

She screams, her arms clutching desperately at your neck, legs wrapping tightly around your waist as her body shakes uncontrollably.

You hold her there, the slender woman shuddering in your arms, her muscles tightening and relaxing around your manhood as she is **** to stretch to accommodate its considerable girth.

She moans and squirms against you, her body trembling, her pussy quivering around your hardness.

"You're so tight," you gasp, and then you begin to move.

Her eyes roll back and her body shudders with each powerful thrust.

The wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh fills the air, drowned out only by the cheers and whoops of the crew.

"Fuck her! Fuck her harder!" they shout.

You do.

You drive your manhood deep inside the woman, burying your shaft to the hilt, her pussy clamping down on it, trying to keep it inside her.

You lift her higher and then slam her down, spearing her with your length.

Anna's head lolls and her eyes glaze over as the **** of your thrusts drives the air from her lungs.

You can feel her juices dripping down the base of your shaft.

"Oh fuck," she whispers, "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

The chant seems to grow louder and the cheers become more frenzied as you pound away at the governess's dripping cunt.

She looks at you, her eyes wide, mouth open, her entire body quaking.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," she groans, her voice cracking, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."

"Me too," you moan, and then you explode, filling her tight little hole with your seed.

Anna wails as she is filled, her body shaking and her back arching as a wave of ecstasy rolls over her.

She shudders and twitches as you hold her close, her pussy milking your manhood, draining every last drop from your aching balls.

When you finally finish, her body is limp, her head resting on your shoulder, her breathing heavy and labored.

You gently lower her to the deck and her legs buckle.

Darkwater laughs as a couple of pirates drag the small blonde woman across the deck, her slender legs still quivering from the effort.

The shouting continues for a few seconds until a loud crack cuts through the din, all eyes turn to Darkwater, who is holding her pistol aloft, smoke pouring from its ornate silver muzzle.

She grins, "A moment of your time ladies," she asks with a flourish, "Today, is a day of celebration. You will drink and you will eat until the sun goes down, for tomorrow we set sail for Rebel Bay." A cheer rises up from the gathered sailors until a second shot, from her other gun cuts them off. "Oh, and one last thing," she pauses dramatically, "The woman that catches my hat can have him for the day." With a flick of her wrist, she tosses her hat into the waiting crowd. The deck erupts into a flurry of fists and spilled whiskey.