Chapter 2: Entertaining a Pirate

“Your cider, ma’am,” I say as I place the drink on the table occupied by Bonny Bess, Rob and his two shipmates. None of them pay any attention to me or the drink. The sight of Bonny Bess massaging Rob’s cock into an unbelievably large erection has all of us gazing in amazement.

“Come with me, girl,” repeats the man behind me, who has only relaxed his grip on my arms long enough for me to serve the cider to Bonny Bess. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

I’m used to being mauled, groped and manhandled by the ruffians who frequent the Green Parrot. It’s all part of my everyday life here. From first light until the last patron leaves late at night, I’m expected to serve food and drinks, and allow paying patrons to fuck me. I don’t get days off, and I can’t recall the last time when I saw the world outside of this tavern. But I don’t mind in the least. Far from it ... I love it ... I live in a state of almost constant arousal. My cunt is always wet ... if not from my own juices, then from the plentiful male seed regularly deposited inside me.

I take a quick look at the man who is steering me towards the stairs. He’s not a regular, but that isn’t unusual. Most patrons are seafaring men who only visit the tavern when they are in port. He must have paid Gregor the premium to be allowed to fuck me in the privacy of an upstairs bedroom. I glance at Gregor to check that he’s OK with me going upstairs with this man. The slight nod in reply is Gregor’s approval.

The man doesn’t release his grip on me as we climb the stairs. It’s as though he’s worried that I might run off or something. When we reach the landing I try to turn right, towards the guest bedrooms, but he twists my body the other way. I’m not supposed to enter the rooms on this side of the stairs and I momentarily resist the man’s efforts to guide me.

“I’m not allowed in any of these rooms,” I say.

“Don’t argue,” growls the man, pushing me harder.

Fortunately the forbidden rooms aren’t our intended destination. The man guides me to the bannister overlooking the tavern below. He uses his body to pin me against the bannister making me look downwards at the tavern’s few remaining patrons. Directly below me is the table where Bonny Bess has Rob practically whimpering to be allowed to do something with his rock hard erection. I watch intently, picking up some useful tips from Bonny Bess on managing Rob’s cock. Bonny Bess may look like an angel, but she’s nothing of the sort. She’s tormenting Rob’s cock with a clever mix of pain and pleasure. More than once I recognise the signs of him losing control and about to shoot his load in the air. But she always manages to bring him back from the edge ... usually painfully ... and he whimpers some more. Bonny Bess has Rob firmly under her control and he seems to like it.

My own situation is far from that of an idle spectator. The man behind me has lifted the back of my skirt and his right hand is taking liberties with my nether regions. In response, my juices begin to flow and I let out mewling sounds as his hand works its miracles. His left hand is holding the back of my neck, forcing me to lean over the bannister. The result is that I get a bird’s eye view of what Bonny Bess and Rob are doing below.

“You ready, Gunner?” asks Bonny Bess to nobody in particular.

“Yes, Capt’n,” replies the man behind me. “This one’s good and ready. Practically dripping for my cock.”

“You ready, Red Dog?” calls Bonny Bess to one of the three men who came into the tavern with her.

“Yes, Cap’n,” replies Red Dog. “How long?”

“Two minutes,” replies Bonny Bess before turning her attention to Rob. “Now listen well, pirate. We’re going to fuck, and as soon as Red Dog signals that two minutes are up you are to spill your seed ... not before, and not after ... or you’ll be really sorry ... really really sorry. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y ... Y ... Yes, ma’am,” stutters Rob, still recovering from Bonny Bess’s less than gentle handling of his balls when he nearly shot his load prematurely.

Without warning a pistol shot echoes around the room. Before I can recover from the unexpected loud sound, I’m again crushed against the bannister as Gunner rams his cock into my cunt. Down below Bonny Bess has mounted Rob, who is still sat in his chair. His two shipmates have decided to move to the side of the room to watch from a safe distance. They obviously have the same lack of faith as I have in Rob’s ability to avoid coming too soon.

Thump, thump, thump is the only sound in the room as two couples fuck. My own emotions are reaching boiling point as I feel my orgasm building. Any moment now and I’m going to start the uncontrollable jerking that usually accompanies my orgasm.

“You hold your orgasm until the two minute signal,” growls Gunner into my ear. “Too soon or too late brings consequences you don’t want to contemplate.”

Wait! Not fair! Nobody told me that before we started. I thought it was Gunner who had to wait for two minutes ... not me! I’m really too far into tipping over the edge to pull back now. But I must try. I screw my eyes tight and try to think of anything but Gunner’s wonderful cock pumping away inside me. It almost works, but a sudden extra hard thrust from Gunner undoes all my efforts. With a pitiful moan my body starts jerking and my orgasm overwhelms me. It’s a really powerful one which I hope to remember for a long time to come. I just hope it doesn’t come at a price I don’t like.

My orgasm triggers Gunner’s own release and he floods my womb with his abundant seed. He takes ages to finish emptying his balls and his cum is already trickling down my legs before he is done. He withdraws with a satisfied grunt and pulls my skirt back over my exposed arse.

“Too soon, pretty lass, but you were a good fuck,” says Gunner as he playfully swats my arse. “Bonny Bess won’t be pleased at your disobedience, but console yourself with the thought that Gunner Floyd has blessed your womb with his seed.”

Gunner leaves me where I am and he goes downstairs to join Red Dog and his two friends. I suppose I should go and clean up the mess oozing from my cunt, but I can’t find the energy to move. I simply look down on the scene below.

I’ve no idea how long it will be before the two minute signal is given. For Rob’s sake I hope it isn’t going to be more than a few seconds. His eyes are already glazed over as Bonny Bess mercilessly rides his cock. Any moment now he’s going to lose control and he’ll shoot his load. The thought is barely out of my head when Rob cries out as he concedes defeat. His warning shout gives Bonny Bess just enough time to stand clear of Rob’s throbbing cock. Consequently he sends his cum flying into the air to land on the table and floor.

“Pathetic worm,” growls Bonny Bess. “Nowhere near enough endurance. What about the wench, Gunner? I bet she didn’t go the distance either.”

“She failed,” replies Gunner. “But remember it was me reaming her dainty cunt. I’ve yet to meet a woman who can hold back an orgasm for two minutes with me fucking her.”

“Such modesty! Did you know that’s what I regard as your strongest attribute, Gunner?” laughs Bonny Bess with obvious insincerity. “But we play by my rules, so failure earns a penalty. Come down here, girl.”