Pirates
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - "What we've got here is something like an old pirate movie. There's a nice, fat Spanish galleon and an escort cruiser there. If we tangle with the cruiser, she'll fight – or run – or both – and we'll have trouble on our hands. Somebody will get hurt, or worse. The galleon is a different story. She can't fight and she can't run. All she can do is heave to, let us have what we want, and hope we keep her for a prize and not scuttle her." Only this pair were women, not ships...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex Sex Toys BBW
Rose discovered this on Saturday evening. Suzanne told her that she wasn’t going out – and for once, Rose had no immediate reason. She KNEW that her captors didn’t hang out in clubs. Partying could wait for a couple of days. But there came a knock on her door...
“Miz Donovan? Detective Watson.” The rough-looking cop eyed her for a moment, then waved at the woman with him. “This is Detective Thurman. May we come in?”
“Well, yes...” Rose stepped back to let them in. “What can I do for you?”
“I assume that you know Suzanne Bradford?”
“Yes.”
“She came to us with this strange tale about a kidnapping.”
Rose frowned. “Really?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Rose pursed her lips. ‘How do I handle this?’ The smart solution seemed to be, ‘It didn’t happen,’ so she ran with it. “Suzanne is, um, a little foolish, I guess.”
Watson cocked his head. “How so?”
“Well, I met a guy and we, well...” She shrugged. “It was pretty anonymous, and I didn’t want to hear a lot of crap about it from Suzanne, so I told her this crazy story. I didn’t expect her to BELIEVE it, just leave me alone about the whole thing!”
“So, you weren’t kidnapped and raped?”
“Oh, no, Officer! There’s no way I would call what we did rape! Do I look all battered and bruised to you?”
“Well...” Rose was reasonably well covered in the current outfit of a light blouse and yoga pants.
Rose frowned. “I could show Detective Thurman things that might embarrass us, if you like.”
“Uhhh...”
“How believable was this tale when she told it to you?” Rose asked.
Thurman piped up. “A little farfetched, actually. Something about some guys spying on the two of you. I didn’t get the implication there; why both of you?”
Rose sighed. “It’s embarrassing. We’re both highly sexed, but we don’t attract guys. So...”
Watson went poker-faced.
Thurman turned a little pink. “You were kidnapped, but they didn’t rough you up...” Rose shrugged and spread her hands. “You had unprotected sex with three different guys.” Rose looked diffidently embarrassed. “They, uh, brought you home and gave you a bubble bath?”
Rose grimaced a little. “I’m so sorry! I had no idea that Suzanne would be so foolish! I’ll try not to be so convincing if I ever have to tell her any other fairy stories.”
Watson pursed his lips. “We have to file a report, obviously. I’m hearing that you’re bisexual.”
Rose licked her lips. “Functionally, I guess. I really do prefer men. They’re just hard to come by.” Taking a calculated risk, she smiled winningly.
Watson straightened and swallowed. “Uh, thank you, Miz Donovan. I think we’ve heard enough.”
“I’m SO sorry she put you through all this!” Rose apologized.
“It’s ... not your fault,” Watson replied as the pair of detectives retreated through the door. “Good evening to you.”
Kevin, who was on what the boys referred to between themselves as ‘post-contact surveillance,’ nearly peed his pants! He got on the phone to Carl immediately. “She called the cops! Two detectives just showed up at her place!”
“Jeezus! How long did they stay?”
“Not long – a couple of minutes.”
“That’s pretty short. She didn’t go to the police station?”
“Not that I know of. She went off somewhere, but then went to Suzanne’s with groceries, and was there a while.”
“Where’s Suzanne?”
“I dunno.”
“Okay, I guess we ought to send out our deterrent package. I’ll get it from John.” Carl called John and had him bring over a DVD containing carefully edited video clips of their encounter with Rose. After adding a document – and carefully removing any metadata from the file – he packaged it carefully in a disk sleeve. Then the three of them spent four hours making sure the cops weren’t staking out Rose’s apartment before Carl crept in to slide it under her door. Then they retired to their ‘overwatch position,’ a second-floor bedroom in a vacant house up the block with a view into Rose’s living room and bedroom windows. They set up John’s telescope there and John took the first watch while the others headed home.
Carl took over early in the morning – and watched Rose discover the DVD when she made to go out to breakfast at nine on Sunday morning.
‘What’s this?’ Rose wondered, discovering the disk on the floor. She picked it up and took it to her desk in the living room and slid it into her laptop. There was a DOC file. She opened it.
“We are disappointed that you felt that you had to involve the police,” the note began, “We were under the impression that we had a mutual understanding. The videos you asked us to destroy of you and Suzanne no longer exist, but we have these. They will suffice to allow us to avoid a rape conviction, should we be discovered. We would ask that you discontinue any police activity, for the good of your own reputation.”
“Oh, shit...” Rose clicked on a video file and there she was, having sex with two guys. She CLEARLY wasn’t fighting it! She sat through ten minutes’ worth of video segments, learning that, yes, the guys were young, and yes, one of them was black. One of the white guys was heavyset. Two of them had HUGE cocks, and the fat guy did okay, actually – but she knew that. There were no faces – except hers – but that was to be expected. The videos were hot, actually.
There was a knock on the door, and Suzanne’s voice said, “Rosie? Are you okay? I thought...”
Rose closed her laptop and marched to the door. Throwing it open, she ranted, “How COULD you? Why on Earth did you go to the cops? Do you know they CAME HERE and asked me a lot of questions?”
“Well, YOU weren’t going to do anything!”
“You’re DAMNED RIGHT I WASN’T! Rose ranted, waving a finger at her. “Do you know what I told them? I threw you under the bus! I told them I made up a fairy story to cover going out with a guy and you got stupid and bought it, hook, line, and sinker! I HOPE they don’t ping you for filing a false police report!”
“But Rose, these guys are dangerous!” Suzanne protested.
“They WEREN’T, but they might be NOW, thank you very much!” Rose shot back.
“Oops!”
“Yeah, oops! Thanks a fucking lot!” Rose got a grip on herself. “Let’s go. You’re fucking buying!”
Carl called the others. It took John almost an hour to show up, but he got there, eventually.
“So, what happened?” John asked sleepily.
“She got the DVD a little over an hour ago. I’m pretty sure she read the note, and I KNOW she watched some video clips. Then Suzanne showed up and Rose read her the Riot Act about SOMETHING – and she DIDN’T show her the videos!”
“Really? That’s weird,” Kevin mused.
“Yeah.”
“So, what’s next?”
“I guess we keep watching.”
“Okay. Call me later, unless the cops are coming to my house,” John said, yawning, “I’m wasted.” He headed off.
“Got any ideas?” Carl asked.
“Something doesn’t add up,” Kevin mused. “The cops didn’t EVEN stay that long, and Suzanne is in the doghouse for something. I wonder where they went off to?”
Carl shrugged. “No idea. See you at two.”
“Okay.” Kevin headed off; he would replace Carl that afternoon.
Rose returned after an hour or so and spent the afternoon and early evening wandering the apartment and watching TV. About eight, she got the DVD out of the laptop and stuck it in the DVD player in her entertainment center. She watched it for about five minutes, then paused it and went off to her bedroom. Moments later, she was back, settling on the couch in an open robe, with something in her hand. Kevin focused the scope and his eyes bugged out!
It had been going on all afternoon. The videos on the DVD were HOT! That was HER sucking cocks and kneeling up to be fucked! She spent the afternoon distracting herself and trying to put the whole thing away, but she wanted to see the clips – ALL of them! Finally, she gave up and extracted the DVD from her laptop.
Watching clips on the TV screen made things even hotter! It was her own little porn video, Slut Rosie servicing big dicks! Five minutes was all she could take without touching herself, so she paused the DVD and went to her bedroom to undress. Naked, she threw on a robe, and as an afterthought snagged her favorite pink jelly vibrator. ‘If this is all I’m going to ever get from those guys, I might as well enjoy it!’ she mused, settling on the couch. It took virtually no time at all for the video and the vibrator to combine to bring her to a mind-shattering orgasm!
“Man, you gotta SEE this!” Kevin croaked. “She’s doing herself with a vibrator while watching the videos!”
“No shit?” Carl gasped.
“I kid you not, man!”
“Fuck!”
“Too bad she called the cops on us.”
“Yeah, no shit!”
“Hey, think we can get video of THAT?”
“Maybe. Doesn’t John have a camera rig for the telescope?”
“Yeah! I think it hooks up to a computer, too!”
“I’ll call him!”
“Okay! See you in a few!”
As it turned out, the boys had plenty of time to set up; Rose was stretching things out, not going for a quick cum or two, but teasing herself slowly and backing off when things got too intense. She deliberately paused at intervals, and distracted herself with this and that, stretching things out. As a result, she had four titanic orgasms – and the guys managed to capture three of them, while jerking off to the live entertainment provided.
At one point, Kevin turned to Carl and said, “I figure she’s kicking herself in the ass for calling the cops.”
“It sure looks like it!” Carl agreed.
“Too bad.”
“Yeah.” Clearly, there would be no more encounters with Rose, no matter HOW hot she was.
About ten, though, Rose sat up and put things away, then crossed to her computer. She created a document of some sort, printed it, then went to her bedroom and changed into street clothes.
“What do you figure she’s up to?” Carl wondered aloud.
“Dunno. She’s going out...”
Carl eyed the other two. “What do you think?”
“We’ll have to be careful.” The trio slunk down the stairs.
Rose would have been easy to follow, but they couldn’t do that, so they paced her, a block over, checking periodically to see if she’d changed direction. She didn’t; once she got going, she went straight to the alley where they’d collected her on Friday night! Then she stood around, looking frustrated, looking here and there with the paper in her hand. After a couple of minutes, she disappeared momentarily into the alley, then reappeared without the paper. Then she headed back the way she came.
“I’ve got this,” John volunteered, “You guys see...” He nodded at the alley.
“Right.” Carl nodded, and John set out to shadow Rose on her way back home. “I’ll watch from here,” Carl directed, “You go in through the other end. Be careful!”
“Right!” Kevin took off.
It was a good twenty minutes before Carl saw Kevin again, and he saw him not at all in the alleyway. Kevin collected the paper and circled back to Carl the way he’d departed.
“Here, read this!” he announced upon arrival.
“I didn’t do it!” the paper said. “Suzanne did! I told the cops it was all a fairy story and that Suzanne is an idiot. I KNOW they bought off on it, because the story is weird enough as it is! I’m sorry! I won’t tell ANYONE else!”
Carl and Kevin shared a glance. “Huh! I’ll be damned!” Carl mused.
“That explains a LOT!” Kevin noted.
“Yeah, no shit!” It explained why the cops didn’t stay, and it explained why Rose had gone off on Suzanne. “What’s that?” Carl pointed at the back side of the paper.
Kevin turned the paper over. On it was a handwritten addendum: “Can I see you again?”
The pair stood there, gaping at one another!
The postscript was something that came to Rose at the last minute, but she realized that the idea was there under the idea for the rest of her note all along. Otherwise, why bother to explain that she hadn’t gone to the cops? All she had to do was walk away...
... But that wasn’t happening. Those guys had doubled her sexual experience in one night, and they’d justified her faith in heterosexual sex in the process, delivering on the promises that others had made. There was just no passing this up, no walking away. So, she stood there in the alley, fished a pen out of her purse, and scratched those five fateful words on the paper.
When they convened on Monday, John wanted nothing to do with the situation. “You guys are NUTS! What are you gonna do with this chick? She’s not worth it!” For John, it was one thing to fuck a fat chick in the heat of the moment, and quite another to get into a relationship with one! Yeah, he’d gotten off and it REALLY hadn’t been a problem, but all of the women in his family were heavy, and he just couldn’t get into it. Besides, how old was this silly bitch? Thirty? What were they gonna DO with her in the long run? And, jeez, what a SLUT she was! “I’m not playing. You guys are nuts!”
Kevin just shrugged. Carl said, “Well, we’re going to need to be careful, but a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush...”
“ ... And a hand in the bush is trump!” Kevin jibed.
“She’s OLD!” John argued.
“She’s WELL under thirty,” Carl shot back. “Right now, that seems like a lot – but it isn’t. My mom is older than my dad by several years!”
“So, you’re gonna MARRY her?” John shot back. “She’s a SLUT!”
Carl went poker-faced and turned to Kevin, “Gee, that’s AWFUL!”
“Just terrible,” Kevin commiserated mournfully – then BOTH of them broke into laughter!
John shrugged. “It’s your funeral!” He moved off.
“What do you think?”
“Burner phone,” Carl mused. “We’ll text her. It’ll cost us, but we can toss it if things don’t look good. We can pass her a note with the number on it.”
“Okay.”
They had plenty of time after class to both get the phone and create a note with the number on it. Slipping it under her apartment door might have been risky, but Carl did it anyway. When Rose got home at five-thirty, it was the first thing she saw when she came through the door.
The thing was, they didn’t TELL her to text; they just put the number on the paper! So, Rose dug out her phone and dialed the number.
The guys were hanging out at the abandoned place, watching through John’s telescope, which he hadn’t recovered, something that made Carl’s and Kevin’s lives easier.
“She’s grabbing her phone,” Kevin announced. Then the phone in Carl’s hand began to ring. Both of them stared at it stupidly.
“She’s calling!” Kevin erupted after the second ring. “What the fuck?”
“They can’t trace it...” Carl mused, while it rang a third time.
“Do it!” Kevin hissed.
Carl punched the button and assumed his accent, “Jes?”
“Oh, thank God!” Rose gasped.
“We expected jou to text.”
“Oh? I didn’t know.”
“We have only a little time.”
“Why?”
“The police...”
“What police?”