Pirates
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - "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
The males were right to leave Suzanne blindfolded and to take video; Suzanne wanted to rewrite history the next morning.
“I can’t believe they made me do those things! I can’t believe YOU did!”
Rose’s voice was full of derision. “Are you kidding me? You climbed that guy like a tree, and you hung all over him and fucked until your eyeballs would have fallen out if they weren’t covered! You squirted all over my bed with a cock in your pussy and one up your butt, squalling for them to fuck you!”
“I DID NOT!”
“IT’S ON VIDEO!”
“Wh-what?”
“Even THEY knew you were going to get stupid this morning!” Rose snorted. “I don’t have it, so I can’t show it to you yet, but I can get it, so quit trying to pretend you didn’t LOVE it! I WAS THERE!”
“Oh, God!”
“You had a ball! Why are you acting like it was terrible?”
“They’re just kids...”
“I think they may be older between the ears than WE are!”
“Yeah, well, they can’t...”
“What? Give us what we need? Suze, I watched you cuddle up to that guy, and hang off him like a leech! He’s everything you ever wanted, except maybe a foot of black cock up your butt – and you know where to get THAT, too, now!”
“Rose! Gawd!”
“I had no idea you were so into that!”
“Well, you’re not, so I didn’t press.”
“That guy wants MY booty, too; he told me so!”
Suzanne grinned for the first time. “Maybe I’d better lend you a couple of toys.”
“Well, maybe he won’t want it, now that he’s had Little Miss Butt Slut!”
“Hey!” Suzanne glared at her friend. “I won’t be seeing him again, anyway. Either of them.”
“No?”
“No.”
“You’re a prize idiot – you know that?” Rose charged.
“I know what’s WRONG!” Suzanne shot back.
“You think!”
“Hurry up, we have to get to work!” Suzanne ranted, closing things off.
Carl got another text on the burner that Friday morning: ‘We’re going to need the video. Suze is acting stupid.’ Carl sighed and typed, ‘OK.’ Then he called John.
“I thought you had Suzanne all wrapped up?” he ranted after relating the contents of the text.
John shrugged. “Maybe Kevin put her off. I mean, sticking his dick up her ass like that...”
“She loved it.”
“Yeah, she did, but you know how women are.” Both of them shook their heads, looking disgusted. Then John got diffident. “Look, man, I figure I need to tell you. My old man must have smelled pussy on me or something. I got the third degree, and somehow, it seemed like he knew the answers before he asked the questions! He knows we’re fucking.”
“How bad is that? Will he tell my folks?”
“I think he was a little proud of me,” John related. “He won’t even tell Momma, I don’t think, let alone anyone else.”
“Well, THAT’s good news!”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll call Kevin and brief him.”
“When are we going back?”
Carl shrugged. “After we tame Suzanne? I’ll call Kevin. We’ll figure it out.”
“What IS it with you two?” Millie Draper complained. “You’ve been sniping at each other all morning!”
“Suze doesn’t know a good thing if it hits her in the face!” Rose ranted.
“Rose doesn’t have a brain in her head! She thinks I want to be like her and do crazy stupid shit!” Suzanne shot back.
“What’s crazy about it?”
“Blindfold games? Acting like a total slut–”
“ME acting like a slut? Nobody’s been in MY ass!” Rose ranted.
“HEY!” Suzanne glared at Rose. “Keep it down!”
“I’m not the one calling people sluts!”
“Well? Three guys...”
“Oh, well! You limited yourself to two! How prudish of you! Doesn’t it count that you did them both at the same time?” She turned to Millie. “If you fuck a white guy while a black guy sticks a foot of dick up your butt, does that make you a slut? Or do you get a pass because there are only two of them?”
“Th-three guys?” Millie, who was black, shifted to Suzanne, “You gave a black guy booty?”
“Yeah, well, I was blindfolded...” Suzanne muttered.
“Blindfolded?” Millie was awash.
“He TOLD you he was black!” Rose argued.
“What’s going on?” Millie asked, bewildered.
“Last Friday night, Rose ran into these three teenage serial rapists,” Suzanne began.
“They are NOT rapists!” Rose argued hotly.
“If they throw a bag over your head and take you to an abandoned basement to have sex with you, what do YOU call it!”
“If they don’t hurt you and you have great sex, then they take you home and run you a bubble bath, what do YOU call it?” Rose shot back.
“See? She’s totally deluded!” Suzanne told Millie. “So, last night, Rose proceeded to demonstrate how they did things, and once I was blindfolded and handcuffed, here they came through the door...”
“ ... And she climbed one of them like a tree, fucked him like a crazed thing, begged a black guy to butt-fuck her, and got off on it, BIG TIME! I had to change the sheets where she squirted all over my bed! But now, it was awful, and she hated it and blah, blah, blah...”
Millie looked from one woman to the other. “Just how much of this is true?”
“Every word,” Rose replied. “I’m seeing three crazy-hot teenage guys – three times, now, for two of them – and Suze met two of them last night and fucked her brains out. Maybe that’s her excuse for trying to rewrite history this morning!”
“Teenagers?” Millie confirmed.
“They’re all eighteen.”
“They SAY they are! Have you seen ID?” Suzanne argued.
Rose grimaced. “Well, no...”
“See? You’re going to jail, Rosie!”
“And you’re not?”
“I was blindfolded and forced against my will!”
Rose snorted. “Until the video comes out!”
“Video?” Millie whimpered.
“Video. They KNEW – we ALL knew – that Suzanne would act up! Wait until you see it! Suze with two dicks in her, wailing ‘Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’”
“Seriously, there’s video?”
“Yeah.”
“She SAYS, anyway!” Suzanne snorted. “There IS video of ROSE acting like a slut! I’ve SEEN it! But I’m sure they didn’t take any video of ME, and if they did, it will show me being used and abused!”
Millie licked her lips. “I gotta see this.”
Rose eyed her. “You’ll have to pay for the privilege.”
Millie gulped. “The usual?”
“Yeah. Suze is gonna want her carpet munched, at least. I might, since the guys have to stay away while Suze acts stupid.”
“I act stupid? Who is...?”
Millie waved it off. “ENOUGH! Not at work! Do you want us ALL to get fired?” The other two shut up.
Getting home early didn’t keep Kevin from being caught. His father, Kurtis, knew the signs.
“You be struttin’ like a rooster,” he observed. “Stuck your dick into somethin’, didn’t ya?”
“Pop?” Kevin feigned innocence.
“Don’t ‘Pop?’ ME, Boy! I ain’t stupid!” Kurtis growled. “Was it girl pussy or boi pussy?”
Kevin looked affronted, “Jeez, Pop! It was GIRL pussy! More than one, actually!”
“Is she gonna come around whinin’ how you tricked her or whatever?”
“Nah.”
“What about the other thing?”
“What other thing?”
“Is she gonna come lookin’ for her baby daddy?”
“Nah.”
Kurtis wasn’t fooled; Kevin wasn’t as certain of that, but he let it slide.
John had plenty of time between when school let out and Rose got home from work to package the video of Suzanne’s activities the previous night; Rose discovered the DVD just inside her door. She had plenty of time to peruse it, too. Suzanne’s activities and responses bore no relation to those of a woman being coerced. All they and the blindfold would indicate to a person who didn’t know her who viewed the video was that she was into kinky sex. Rose didn’t sit through the whole thing, but she fast-forwarded through several chunks. She could watch the whole thing and listen to Suzanne’s excuses once Millie arrived.
“Not going out?” David asked his son. “What happened to your girlfriends?”
John shrugged. “Some kind of spat. One of them is in denial. She won’t DO anything, because she knows she’d only end up embarrassed, but she wants to pretend it was awful.”
David eyed him. “That’s the one you’re into, too, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. She’s weird that way.”
“They all are, Son. They all are.”
Millie brought dinner from the local sandwich shop. They had to wait twenty minutes for Suzanne; Rose wondered if she was going to stay away in order to avoid facing the music. But she showed up, finally.
“Are you guys gonna go out?” Millie asked the pair.
“She might, after,” Rose waved at Suzanne.
“Rosie thinks she can snap her fingers and cocks will come out of the woodwork!” Suzanne carped.
“No, they have to stay away until Suze gets her rabies shot!” Rose shot back. “Which video do you want to see first? My alleged kidnapping and rape, or Suze’s terrible ordeal?”
“You don’t have–” Suzanne began.
“Oh, yes I do!” Rose shot back, waving a disk.
“Let’s see that,” Millie declared, “It’s the most controversial.”
“Works for me!” Rose put it in the player.
Twenty minutes later...
“I need a cock!” Millie whined plaintively. “God! I need SOMETHING!”
“I’ll get out some toys,” Rose croaked.
Suzanne didn’t look capable of speech. She just sat there, wide-eyed and white-faced, looking shocky.
Millie turned to Suzanne. “You got fucked. But it wasn’t rape, not in any way, shape or form. You lucky bitch; how stupid are you?”
“I...” Suzanne shrugged. She couldn’t think of anything to say that wasn’t foolish, humiliating, or both.
‘It’s fixed.’ Carl got the text.
‘Good!’ ‘A girlfriend knows.’ Carl frowned. ‘How much?’ ‘Pretty much everything. She’s seen Suze’s video.’ ‘Is it a problem?’ ‘No. She wants in!’ ‘You’re joking!’ ‘I’m not!’ Carl thought for a moment, then said, ‘Send me a pic.’ Rose surreptitiously took a picture. It wasn’t going to be flattering. Millie was half-naked, sitting on the couch, her legs splayed while she ran a vibrator over her vulva, her eyes glued to the TV. Carl got it and laughed. The picture presented a black woman who was just heavy enough that she wouldn’t be considered prime.
‘LOL! She’s older.’ Carl texted.
‘32, I think.’ ‘You guys play often?’ ‘Once in a while.’ ‘I dunno. John won’t be interested. Master MIGHT. She’s a distraction. I’d rather focus on you, but once, maybe. Not tonight.’ Rose frowned. ‘Tomorrow? We have toys and the video tonight.’ ‘Probably. I’ll let you know.’
“That’s not your phone.” Carl looked up. His father was eyeing him. “What are you into?” Gunter pressed.
“Nothing awful.” Carl made to put it away.
“Show me.” The two of them locked eyes.
There was no avoiding it. Carl handed over the phone. It took Gunter two seconds to find the picture. “What’s this?”
Carl rubbed his face. Nothing but the truth would do. “I’m, um, seeing a woman. That’s one of her girlfriends.”
Gunter frowned. “This one is damn near twice your age, Son!”
“Yeah.” Carl nodded, embarrassed. “I was telling Rose that she’s a hard sell.”
“Rose, huh? How old is Rose?”
“Mid-twenties?”
Gunter eyed him. “Better, I guess. Why the burner?”
Carl looked away. “Things started out a little shady.”
Gunter started scrolling through the texts. “Police?”
“Rose’s girlfriend insisted that we raped Rose, in spite of the fact that Rose insisted otherwise. Rose basically threw her under the bus when the cops showed up.”
“Why would she do that?”
This was getting worse and worse. “Perception. Suzanne is, well, excitable. Guys scare her.” He permitted himself a grin. “Except John.”
Gunter eyed him. “You have serious explaining to do! John is in on this? Who else is ‘we’?” He glanced around. “My office. We’ll try to leave your mother out of this.”
Carl came clean. Explanations didn’t help, but the videos did. They made it clear that there was no coercion. At the end of it, Gunter shook his head. “I can’t believe this. Where did you find these women?”
“I stumbled into them, literally. They were coming home, drunk, from a bar. Rose told Suzanne that she thought I was cute.”
“And you concocted this wild scheme...”
“They were desperate. WE were desperate! We covered out butts. Rose doesn’t even know my name!”
Gunter snorted. “I’m sure she wants to!”
Carl permitted himself a smile. “Yeah, probably.”
“They could get you thrown under the jail!”
Carl shook his head. “I don’t think so. The videos would keep that from happening, not to mention the fact that Rose threw Suzanne under the bus with the cops.”
“So, you’re interested in this Rose. What about Suzanne?”
Carl shook his head. “Not my type. Besides, she’s into John, and vice-versa.”
“Kevin goes back and forth.”
“Yeah.”
“And that’s okay.”
Carl frowned, thinking about it. “For now.”
“She’s a gang-bang girl.”
“Not really, I don’t think. It’s desperation, and the fact that we’re driving. She wants a man in her life. She wants babies.”
Gunter eyed him. “It’s a little early for that.”
“I made that point with her.”
“There are other women, Son.”
“Yeah.” Neither of them was fooled. Rose had her hooks into Carl. Gunter knew it.
“You’re going to need to find entertainment for Kevin. This Millie probably won’t do it.”
“Yeah.”
“Your mother will shit a brick over the age difference, and there is NO WAY you can tell her how you actually met!”
“Yeah.”
“I think we need to make some calls.”
Carl rubbed his face. “I guess.”
Gunter handled things such that there were no wives involved, presenting it for his wife and David’s as a multi-generational boys’ night out, but they met at a conference room at his office so they had complete privacy. The company security guard was the only other occupant of the building. David vacillated between horrified and amused. Kurtis was JUST amused. “I’ll take care of this Millie for you!” he offered.
“This could have been serious!” Gunter noted.
“But it isn’t,” Kurtis argued.
“We would never THINK of doing it again!” John burst out.
“That’s for DAMN sure!” David roared, glaring.
“Oh, come on! Did you SEE that piece?” Kurtis chuckled.
“Yeah, well, he isn’t going to MARRY her!” David shot back. John stood there, blinking. Gunter snorted a laugh.
“What do we do about this?” David asked.
“Why not meet the women?” Kurtis suggested.
“Oh, SHIT!” John howled, “Suzanne will FREAK!”
“John!” David rasped.
“John’s right,” Carl declared. “Suzanne is high-strung. John has some kind of power over her, but nobody else does. If you just bust in on her, she’s going to come off the walls and nothing else can happen until we get her under control, IF we do!”
“Come on! Kevin stuck his dick up her ass!” Kurtis argued.
“Because she likes it, and because John was holding her!” Carl retorted.
“That right?” David asked. John and Kevin both nodded.
“So, about Suzanne...” David pressed his son.
“She’s kinda cute. She makes me feel all protective.” John looked away.
“There are girls your age.”
“I’m not real popular.”
“What’s your take on things?” Gunter asked Kevin.
He shrugged. “Rose does whatever she’s told, and seems to get off on it. Suzanne isn’t stable without John. We just accidentally discovered that she likes having her ass done.”
“Are you into either of them?”
“Naw. It’s pussy. Rose is Carl’s. Suzanne is John’s. I’m just using a hole here and there.”
“And this Millie?”
“She’s old. It’s pussy, but I’m not gonna hook up.”
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