Playing Innocent

Day 9 of 119

For a while, I sat in my stateroom, stunned by Bianca’s little show. Those huge, perfect breasts, hard pink nipples, and that plump blond pussy pressed against my knee. I could still feel the faint wetness she left behind. She was all plush curves, without a single hard edge on her body, and I wanted her in the worst way.

But soon my thoughts drifted back to Cecilia Cargill’s email, and I berated myself for not anticipating and planning for something like that. In my defense, there had simply been too many variables in such an intricate undertaking to consider every possible contingency. I wasn’t omniscient, after all, and I’d had no one else to help me plan. I’d had to do it all on my own.

With so many moving parts and personalities to manage, I suppose it was inevitable that something would slip through the cracks. Fortunately, this had been the only major curveball so far, which wouldn’t be so bad in any other context, but I was operating in a space that didn’t forgive mistakes. I also had to consider the fact that if I’d overlooked one thing, there was a good chance I’d probably overlooked other things too.

Oh well. There was no point dwelling on past mistakes. All I could do now was stay on top of Cecilia’s communications, continue to deflect, and hope that my oversight didn’t come back to bite me down the road.

Laptop shut, I changed into a pair of swim trunks, with plans to make a day of it on the flybridge. I’d take in the sun, soak in the hot tub, and, more urgently, do a bit of self-care. It had been almost three days since my epic sexcapade with Ronky, but as deeply satisfying as that experience had been, it had served only to ignite within me a desire for more.

Sam’s perfect asshole. She’d all but offered it to me, and I’d been too injured to accept. Julia’s luscious pussy. She’d flashed it at me all evening during our dinner. Tracy and Tabitha’s soft, adorable asses. I’d had my hands all over both of them, but that’s as far as I’d been able to get. Bianca’s enormous, pillowy tits, barely constrained by clothes far too small for her, shoved in my face every time I turned around.

So many close calls. So many inopportune moments. Fucking the shit out of Ronky had temporarily sated my appetite, but my hunger for sex had returned with a vengeance, and I was horny as hell. I desperately needed to get off.

Towel in hand, I made the long climb from the lower deck to the flybridge, pausing at the top of the stairs when I found the forward sun lounges already occupied. Tabitha and Tracy lay on their stomachs, facing away from me in their skimpy swimsuits.

At first, I was thrilled to find them there. I hadn’t forgotten about our little encounter on the beach club when Tracy asked me to rub suntan lotion on them. I’d been hopeful it would lead to something more, and disappointed when it hadn’t. Now, here they were again, only this time the sexual genie was free of its bottle. Perhaps I would finally get a chance to feel the warmth and softness of Tracy’s cherry red lips.

But seeing them there irked me as well, because their presence on the flybridge highlighted a persistent issue I’d been dealing with from day one. A general lack of respect for my rules. Bianca had told me to go fuck myself right out of the gate, and she and Ronky had broken my rules on numerous occasions. One of them had even swiped my ecstasy. And although she hadn’t broken a rule per se, Sam had snuck cigarettes behind my back thinking she was getting away with something. Now, Tracy and Tabitha had begun to disregard my rules as well.

I’d been far too lax with all of them. Too eager to make them feel comfortable and at ease. Too accommodating and deferential. I reminded myself that these were teenaged girls. They didn’t consider the long term consequences of their actions the way an older adult would, and they would take advantage of any lack of boundaries and consequences, which could lead them to lose respect for me, or potentially embolden them to do something stupid or even dangerous, for which I’d have to pay the price.

Not that I wanted to control them, or anything like that. In fact, that’s the last thing I wanted. But for better or worse, I was the leader of this little expedition, and they needed to defer to my judgment and respect my authority. Our situation was perilous by its very nature. I had broken the law by bringing them aboard this ship, and all it would take is for a Coast Guard vessel to stumble upon us and it would be game over.

Yes, being on the flybridge without my permission wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things. But in the game I was playing, inches mattered, and I couldn’t have my authority eroded by continuing to overlook these transgressions, no matter how minor they may seem. When the time came – if it ever did – I needed to make sure the girls would do as they were told, without question and without hesitation. They needed to be put in their place, and reminded about who was really in charge.

As I resumed my ascent, I cleared my throat, attracting their attention. Their conversation quieted, and they both turned to look at me over their shoulders, their eyes following as I circled around them to the auxiliary helm, and ascended into the raised captain’s chair. I leaned over the helm station, and from behind my Ray-Bans took a moment to appreciate just how fucking good they looked. Their ripe young bodies bronzed by several days in the tropical sun.

Then I pulled down my sunglasses and fixed them with a stern look.

“Is everything ok?” Tabitha asked.

“You’re not supposed to be up here.”

She creased her forehead. “I know, but we were just...”

“You broke my rule.”

Her face fell. “Do you want us to leave?” She sat up and read my expression. “Yeah, we’ll leave.”

As I transferred ship’s control to the station, I said, “No. What I want is for you to do what you’re told. That was our agreement. You get to do whatever you want, so long as you obey my seven rules. Remember?”

My admonishment over what surely seemed a trivial matter surprised them both. “Yeah, of course,” Tabitha sputtered, “but we honestly didn’t think you’d mind. I mean, we haven’t really seen you for a few days. Not since ... well, you know.”

Yes, I knew. These two girls had been among those who’d spied on me and Ronky while we fucked like a couple of wild animals. The few times I’d seen them since that night, they’d barely been able to look me in the eye.

“That doesn’t matter. Whether I’m around or not, my rules are to be obeyed. All of them, all the time, without exception.”

They both sat up now and rested on their haunches. The last time we’d spoken, I’d been so easy going with them. My abrupt change of demeanor had them unnerved.

“Are you mad at us?” Tracy asked.

“Mad? No, I’m not mad. Disappointed? Yes. Frustrated? Extremely.”

“We’re sorry,” she said, and her tone was so sweet and earnest that my resolve nearly cracked, but I wouldn’t allow myself to be won over so easily. Not this time.

“I’m afraid sorry isn’t enough. I think you girls need to be taught a lesson.”

Tracy’s downcast eyes came up suddenly, and she and Tabitha shared a worried look.

Tabitha asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’ve talked a lot about the benefits of obeying my rules, but not what happens when you break them.” They both seemed surprised that such a concept might exist. “You do realize there are consequences for breaking my rules, right?”

“Um, no. Not really,” Tracy said.

“There are?” Tabitha asked.

And right there was the problem. I shook my head.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, ladies, but there are always consequences for breaking the rules. Always. How do you not know that?” Tabitha shrugged and Tracy shook her head. They both seemed at a loss for words. I looked at their faces. God, they were so fucking cute. I sighed deeply. “Well, there are. Trust me on that.”

While the two girls sat quietly, waiting for what came next, I checked our position and the weather, then eased the cat to five knots. We’d been fighting the current for days and losing time, and I wanted to make some of it up. With everything squared away, I reengaged the autopilot.

“So,” I said as I slowly came back around to the forward portion of the flybridge with my hands behind my back, “what are we going to do with you two?” I came to a stop in front of their lounges and stood facing them.

It was the first time they’d seen me shirtless in full sunlight, and I noticed the way their eyes roamed over my shoulders, chest, and abs. I didn’t consider myself vain, but I worked hard to maintain a year round beach body. It buoyed my self-confidence to know I looked good naked. Plus, the way I preferred to fuck required a lot of stamina and strength.

“I’m not sure,” I said, answering my own question. “So, I’m going to let the two of you decide.”

“Decide what?” Tabitha asked.

“What your punishment should be.”

She ventured a small, nervous chuckle. “Seriously?”

“Do I sound like I’m joking?” I asked without the barest hint of humor coloring either my voice or my expression.

Tracy swallowed hard. “No.”

“No is right. I’ll give you one minute to decide.”

Tabitha asked, “Hold on. What happens if we can’t come up with something?”

“Then I’ll give each of you the same punishment I gave to Veronica when she broke my rules.”

“What punishment?” Tracy asked, her voice tinged with dread.

“Do you remember that day at dinner, when the two of you asked how she got so sunburned, and about what happened to her wrists?” Both girls slowly nodded, and then their eyes widened. “Forty-five seconds.”

They began speaking quickly to one another. While they conferred, I closed the hatch and latched it, disappointed once again that I couldn’t lock it.

“What are we going to do?” Tracy asked in a panic.

Tabitha shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“What if we cook all the meals for the next week?”

“I don’t know how to cook.”

“Me neither,” Tracy admitted.

“Then why did you bring it up?”

“I don’t know, Tabitha! I’m panicking!”

“Thirty seconds.”

“Shit! Okay, okay. What about swabbing the deck?” Tabitha suggested.

“What are we? Pirates?”

“Well, it’s a better idea than offering to cook when you don’t know how to cook!”

“Do these decks even need swabbing?”

The girls took a precious moment to survey the ship’s pristine decks and quickly determined they did not.

“Oh god, Tabitha, I don’t know what to do! I can’t think! I’m not good in these kinds of situations!”

“We’ve got to think of something. Anything!”

“Fifteen seconds.”

“Think, Tracy! Think!”

“I’m blanking! My mind is blanking!” Tracy cried, then she began to hyperventilate.

“Mine too!

“Ten seconds. Nine ... eight ... seven...”

Tabitha straightened her back. “Alright. Just yell out the first thing that comes into your mind.”

“ ... six ... five ... four...”

Tracy nodded. “Okay, okay! On three. One, two, three. Blowjob!”

“Spanking!”

“Time,” I said.

The two girls stared at each other, their mouths gaping open.

“So, it’s decided then,” I said, and they slowly turned their heads to face me. “There’s one other thing you should know about being on the flybridge,” I said as I untied the drawstring securing my swim trunks and pulled them down. “No one is allowed to wear clothes up here. That’s not going to be a problem for either of you, is it?”

Tabitha tore her eyes away from my cock. “N-no, it’s cool,” she said in a hoarse voice.

Tracy’s agreement came in the form a nearly imperceptible nod and a barely audible whisper. “Yeah.” She aggressively cleared her throat. “Totally cool.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Get up. Take ‘em off.” When neither girl moved, I crossed my arms over my broad chest and narrowed my eyes, the muscles in my forearm rippling as I drummed my fingers on my bicep. In a hardened voice, I said, “Now.”

Whatever reservations they may have harbored fell away at the utterance of that single word. No, not the word itself. It had been my tone. I’d spoken to them as an adult. An authority figure. I’d spoken to them like a parent.

Compelled to action, the two girls descended from their lounges and quickly untied strings to remove their skimpy bathing suits. It was the first time I’d seen them fully naked, and the sight of their nude young bodies was glorious to behold.

Tracy’s breasts were small. Tiny really, and her waist thick. She had soft, round hips and a full bottom, tapering to thick legs, with a bald pussy between them.

In contrast, Tabitha’s physique was more defined. Her legs and glutes toned, her waist narrow, and her stomach flat. She too had small breasts, nearly the same size as Tracy’s, but they were well-shaped and complemented her petite frame, making them appear larger than they actually were.

At the sight of them, my cock, already semi-erect, swelled to its full hardness, and their eyes grew along with it.

“Tracy,” I said, getting her attention. “Do you remember that day on the lower deck, when you asked me to put lotion on you and Tabitha?” She couldn’t speak, only nod. “You were going to ask me something, but you stopped yourself. Isn’t that right?” Her head continued to slowly move up and down. “What was it you wanted to ask?”

Her irises became brown islands in a sea of white. She opened her mouth with an audible smack. “I was going to ask if, um ... oh man.” She looked as if she might faint.

“Just tell him!” Tabitha said in a harsh whisper.

“If you wanted me to...” She cleared her throat again, then spoke in a small voice. “Um, if you wanted me to suck your dick.”