The delightfully course Hattie.

“Send the second one up to one of the master suites,” William told Melinda. Her face momentarily reflecting annoyance before she composed herself. The Madame of the Cat’s Meow thinking of the coins she’d just lost by the Captain not paying the maiden-fee on the first girl. Melinda wouldn’t be able to sell the girls virginity for anywhere near as much as she knew she could have charged the Captain. Oh well, it wasn’t Williams business to worry about and after the news he’d received from the Governor, Captain Kent desired a stiffer, more experienced tumble than that first one could have provided.

The back courtyard of Melinda’s former husband’s mansion contained a steam house which was where William headed to first. He wanted to bathe and wash the months he’d spent at sea off himself first. Hattie would need time to get ready. The room prepared for him. Will took his time allowing the near scolding vapour to willow its way around him. The tension he’d been feeling since this afternoon fading. His clothes had been taken away to be washed while he steamed himself. The Captain wrapping a towel around himself as he made his way up the rear stairs to the top level of the mansion. The contrast in temperature between the baths and the early evening air sending goosebumps down his spine and across his body.

Letting himself into the chambers, Hattie was waiting for him on the bed dressed in just a long silk slip. Blue like her dress had been before. Melinda had no doubt instructed her firmly on how she was expected to speak to William once they were alone.

“I await your pleasure, good Captain,” the simple country girl recited what she’d been schooled.

“You can drop that pretence now we're alone Hattie,” William told her.

“Thank you Cap’pin. I don’t like speaking none of those fancy words,” she said allowing herself to speak freely now.

“Neither do I,” Will agreed with her as he made his way over to a dressing table.

Perfumed oils, skin lotions and other balms had been left out for the Captain to enjoy after his steam bath. William shaking some hair oil out onto his palm before running it through his dark curly locks. If only he had time for a haircut before what he planned to happen begun. Too bad, he could have the ship's boy cut his hair once they were away and free from Still Water.

“What is it you do like here?” William asked her as he stood up from the stool in front of the mirror and made his way over to the bed.

“Anything besides the bum,” Hattie told him.

“No fear. That’s not where I plan to take you,” William said patting the edge of the bed for her to come closer.

“Melinda will want you to get accustomed to that I’m sure though,” he commented as Hattie came within his reach. She nodded.

William had Hattie stand up so that she could lean over onto the bed on her elbows. William discarded his towel as he lifted the hem of Hattie’s slight gown up, pooling it around her waist. William could see the soft curves of her rear. His cock hardening so near to this whore’s cunt. Hattie had likely grown up on a dairy farm, her rump delightfully plumb.

“I ain't never had a pirate before,” Hattie said carelessly as he was about to enter her.

“Privateer Hattie. There’s a difference,” the notorious Bloody Bill told her as he entered her quim. Although with what Restan had warned him of, was there really that distinction anymore?

William was pleased to find the girl wet for him. Was she excited to have this dangerous man she thought a pirate inside her? William plundered her quickly. So long at sea making him quick and eager. He wasn’t rough. Gripping her hips, William fucked Hattie deeply and firmly from behind. His selection of girl justified by the honest moans and grunts she made as he gave her his cock over and over.

Quickly done, William had her lie on her back in the centre of the bed, removing her dress before he took her from above the second time. Hattie was even more enthusiastic like this. Taking William as she would have her own lover, Hattie wrapped her legs around him. Pulling him in deep and tight as he fucked her. Hattie's warm wet cave foamy like a sea in a storm as she groaned and shrieked from his shaft.

William shagged her long and hard the second time, only cumming again when the shrieks from Hattie made it certain that she was taking her own pleasure from him. Hattie’s ripe tits bouncing up to her throat as William pounded himself to finish, filling her after one of the better fucks he’d had in a very long time.

The two of them lay together in the large feathered bed afterwards. William greatly satisfied as too was Hattie. He was tempted to take a short nap after what they had done but William knew he had so much more to achieve before the following dawn’s change of tide.

Sensing he was getting restless Hattie asked the Captain, “did you want me to get ya clothes for you or... could I make you feel good again?”