You apologize

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am." You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you quickly pull your hands back to your lap. "I shouldn't have touched you like ..." Your stammered apology trails away into silence as you watch her lips slowly curve into a bold smile.

"That's right, John." Amala scolds you firmly, "do you know what your mistake was?" She asks and when you shake your head sadly she changes position so she is almost straddling your knees. "You, young man, don't touch me like that without permission." It feels almost like you are back in school being scolded by one of your no-nonsense teachers. Her finger pokes you in the chest making it clear that you crossed the line.

"I'm sorry Ma'am." You repeat yourself because you can't think of anything else to say.

"You should be, young man." As she chastises you her fingers are deftly opening the buttons of your shirt, "you've been staring at me all day long, and now I'm afraid you are going to have to be punished." Your brain is struggling to keep up with the rapidly changing events. Even as she berates you her hands are slipping off your shirt and running along your shoulders and arms in what can only be described as a possessive assessment of your body. It is a much bolder touch than your hands on her legs, but the captain's wife doesn't seem to think that there is anything wrong with her caressing you.

"Lie down on your back, John." She points to where your shirt is laid out on the warm rocks and unsure of what to do you find yourself obeying. "Good." Her single word of praise sends a wave of excitement down the length of your body, and you hope that Amala doesn't notice the growing bulge in your pants. Luckily she is climbing gracefully to her feet so she is no longer looking directly at your crotch. "It's time for you to pay the price for your lude behavior, are you ready to accept your punishment?"

"Yes, Ma'am." You stammer out as she reaches under her skirt and slips off her underwear. What the fuck!?! You stare up at her in disbelief as she straddles your neck and squats down so her pussy is resting on your chin. A neatly trimmed tuft of dark hair sits just above her glistening labia and under any other circumstance you'd be more than excited to eat out a pussy like this.

"This is what you get for your lustful thoughts, John." She tells you as she rocks forward a little so her sex brushes against your lips. "You're going to serve me like a pleasure **** pleasing his queen. Do you understand?" My God! Is this really happening? "I want you to suck and lick this pussy of mine until I cum in your face." To make her point clear she settles a little lower and grinds her slick folds into my face. You half-heartedly try to protest but Amala doesn't give you the chance. "You don't get to do or say anything until you've atoned for your naughty behavior. Now be a good boy and get to work!"

It is a little silly to think that a woman whom you outweigh by at least four stone is pinning you down and sexually abusing you, but there is no other way to describe what is happening. Not that it is all that objectionable, after all isn't this what you had in mind when you decided to try to seduce the beautiful woman? It's just you didn't think that you'd be the one held down. In your limited experience with your one girlfriend, there was one time that she rode you like this, but that was different. Amala is basically fucking your face, you never expected someone as pleasant and quiet as the captain's wife to be this demanding. As you tentatively start to lick her you wonder what in the fuck you are doing.

Do you comply with this erotic demand, or do you use your superior strength to lift her off?