The Erotic Office : Episode Two

By popular demand... well, demand from one person anyway... here is the second episode of this serial I started on my old Yahoo erotic story group. Since this is as far as I got with it, the chance of me posting any more is quite small. It would take major pressure... like two people asking me to.

The Erotic Office : Episode Two

Leah from Girls Out West

When  I opened my eyes they were looking straight into hers. It was Nicole.

There was no way I could stop. Waves of delirious pleasure coursed through me as I shot stream after stream of cum all over the front of Nicole's blouse and mini-skirt, and onto her long bare legs.

"You naughty boy! Look what a mess you've made!" she exclaimed.

As I cleaned myself up, I heard her run back into the main office.

"David was masturbating in the toilet and shot his stuff all over me!" she told all of the other women in the office. "Look what a mess he made of me!"

"You had better rinse that out right away," came a knowledgeable voice from across the room. "Cum stains."

When I came out of the cubicle, Nicole was standing at one of the basins wearing only her bra and panties. Her panties were so brief that they revealed a full inch of cleavage in the back as she bent down and sponged away at her clothes.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to."

"That's O.K., Honey," she said. "I should have knocked."

"I thought this was the men's," I explained.

"Well, there weren't any men until today," she said. "And it's closer than the other one."

"Which explains the pictures on the walls," I responded.

"Exactly. You're not the first one to play with yourself in there you know," she winked. "Oh, dear. It looks like I'll have to work like this for the rest of the day," she added, hanging her clothes over the radiator to dry.

"I don't mind," I smiled.

"I bet you don't," she replied.

Leah from Girls Out West

My face was burning when I came back out into the main office. All of the women were laughing at me. 
Deb, the food and wine columnist, was making a crude wanking gesture. "Maybe you'd like a little help next time. I'm sure I'm a better aim than you are. Or were you planning on hitting poor little Nicole?"

I slunk away to my desk and tried to look inconspicuous.

From then on the women in the office felt they could take liberties with my person. As I went about doing my work, which required consulting with each about her work, I was groped, stroked and pinched.

But that was O.K. They could hardly complain if I did likewise. And so, by the end of the afternoon, there would not be a soft plump breast or rounded firm bottom in the room that I hadn't squeezed or stroked or patted to my heart's content.

Though my heart may have been content, however, my cock was not. I made no attempt to hide its state of stiffness, and, indeed, several of the ladies could not resist squeezing the front of my pants to test it's firmness.

The main visual treat of the afternoon, of course, was watching Nicole flit about the office in her skimpy little bra and panties. I was tempted to accidentally spill coffee on them to see if I could get her nude, but I decided that that was sport for another day.

Sometime in the middle of the afternoon she had a long giggling conversation on the phone after which she knocked on Cheryl's door and informed her that "Wolfie" would be coming in tomorrow afternoon to talk about an idea he had for a story in which he would "go undercover" in a nudist colony.

"I don't know how you can go 'undercover' in a nudist colony," Nicole finished, "I thought the whole idea was to go 'uncovered'."

"Never mind, I'm sure 'Wolfie' will explain everything," Cheryl assured her. "By the way, why are you undressed?"

"David wanked all over my clothes," she explained.

"Did he indeed?" Cheryl asked rhetorically. "You'd better send him in."

"Cheryl wants to see you David," she told me as she came back out.

"What's this I hear about you wanking all over Nicole's clothes?" Cheryl asked as I entered her office and closed the door behind me.

Savannah from Girls Out West

"It was an accident," I replied, nervously.

"You were just accidentally masturbating?" she asked.

"Well, no. I was doing that on purpose."

"Why?"

"Well, to tell you the truth it was you."

"Me?"

"You got me so turned on I just had to get some relief," I explained.

"Well, flattering as that may be," she replied, "I don't take kindly to anything which disrupts work in the office. You'll need to be punished. Come over here and drop your pants."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. Come over here and drop them."

I approached her desk, undid my belt and unzipped my pants and let them drop to the floor.

"Don't tell me I've got you all excited again?" she asked when she saw how my stiff cock jutted out within my underpants.

"I'm sorry," I replied. "It has a mind of it's own."

"Here, wank off into this," she ordered, throwing me a lacy handkerchief which she pulled out of her pocket. "I don't want you making a mess of my desk when I spank you."

My mind swam at the strangeness of it all, but I did as I was told. I pulled down my underpants, grasped my cock and began wanking while Cheryl looked on intently. She was standing up behind her desk now and I looked deep into her green eyes as I stroked my stiffness. As I masturbated I imagined grabbing her and ripping off her dress. I saw myself taking her across the desk, sliding my cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy as she screamed for more. Finally, I moaned and filled the silk hankie with my seed.

"You look like you enjoyed that," Cheryl commented, handing me a half dozen tissues to clean myself up with.

"Thank you," I replied. "I did."

"I'll tell you a little secret," she said, conspiratorially. "So did I. But now discipline must be served. Bend over the desk."

Leaving my now wilted cock nestled within a pile of tissues, I bent down over the desk.

Cheryl stroked my bottom tenderly one time and then began giving it a series of hard spanks. I was surprised by her strength, and soon I was smarting from the pain.

"There. Let that be a lesson to you," she said.

I readjusted by clothing and went back out into the main office where the women were laughing at me once again. Oh, well.

I had to consult with Alexandra, who was the lay-out designer for the magazine, so I pulled a chair up next to hers and asked to look at what she had been working on.

Cleo from Girls Out West

Alexandra was a strikingly attractive woman with long black hair piled up in a bun on the top of her head. She wore very fashionable looking red glasses, the frames of which matched the cherry colour of her lipstick.

As she showed me the layout for the new issue, I gently caressed the back of her neck. Then she turned towards me to explain a particular detail, and I found myself looking deep into her bright blue eyes and not hearing a word she was saying. I imagined those soft tender red lips kissing their way down my chest.

Finally, I felt myself drawn by some kind of sexual magnetism to press my lips to hers. She responded passionately, opening her mouth and locking tongues with me. I was lost in another world, until the sound of cheers and applause from the other women brought me back to reality.

"I just had to do that," I told her. "I couldn't concentrate on work until I got that out of my system."

"Oh, I wouldn't want anything to get in the way of your ability to concentrate," she replied, breathily.

Eventually, I had to move on to dealing with some other matters, and returned to my own desk. A number of the women had, at various times, to come and consult me on something, and this would also entail a little mutual fondling, and, just to make sure I could concentrate on what they were saying, each would give me a passionate kiss before going on to consult with me.

I was on my way back from making myself a cup of tea when Alexandra stopped me.

"I've dropped my pen under my desk," she explained, "and I can't seem to find it. Do you think you could have a look for it?"

"Of course," I replied helpfully, and crawled under her desk.

As soon as I was there I realised that she had pulled her full skirt up around her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she was playing with herself. Her fingers were twiddling with her stiff clit amidst a forest of jet-black pubes.

With a sigh I buried my face between her warm soft thighs. I pressed my lips against her wet pussy, and lapped at it with my tongue. My lips kissed her pussy and her still playing fingers.

I stayed under Alexandra's desk for half-an-hour, the two of us engaged in a cosy conspiracy centred on her orgasmic pleasure.

Finally, however, she came, wetting my face with her juices, and I crawled out from under her desk, staggering a little until the blood came back into my legs.

All of a sudden, it seemed, it was 5. 30 and time to go home. But the women explained that they wanted to have a little party to welcome me to the office, so computers were turned off and alcohol was brought out.

Victor and Annabel from Girls Out West

Cheryl came out of her office, too, and joined in the fun. And soon we were all a bit tipsy.
"You've been a very naughty boy, today," Deb pointed out, taking a swig of red wine straight from the bottle. "I think you should make up for it by taking off all of your clothes."

"Yes," agreed Cheryl. "What's a party without a nude man to serve us our drinks and nibblies."

I didn't need any further prompting. The ladies all helped me to get out of my clothes, and from then on I wandered amongst them with a glass in one hand and a bottle in the other, and my stiff cock wagging in front of me.

"It's initiation time!" cried Alexandra, who'd let her hair down now, so that it fell down around her shoulders.

"Yes, initiation time," they all agreed, including Nicole, who had her hand down her panties and was happily playing with herself....

Rosie from Girls Out West

To be continued (when Hell freezes over)...

Pleasure Cruise - Chapter 31 : A Sunday Snog

Today's Sunday Snog contribution is a little special. It's a chapter from an interactive erotic serial that I initiated a number of years ago. We had about 12 writers playing different characters and contributing chapters. I can only post my own contributions to the serial here, but I thought this one would be a bit of fun for today's Sunday Snog. Let me know if you like it and I'll post some other extracts. To find out more about the Sunday Snog and read other contributions, go to  Victoria Blisse's blog.

Pleasure Cruise - Chapter 31

I wondered what Sammi was talking about. Exactly what had happened in my cabin after the cocktail party? Had I fucked her?


To be honest what disturbed me was not that I might have, but that I had forgotten if I had. There was something strangely appealing about this woman and I wouldn't have minded knowing what it would feel like to hold her in my arms. The problem was that I might have done that and more and yet I couldn't remember it. Such a waste.

With these thoughts I made my way to the bridge. The cool morning breeze felt refreshing blowing through the hair on my chest. It might have been unprofessional for a captain to go about his duties shirtless, but it was by no means an unpleasant sensation.

Joe was a bit taken aback when he saw me enter the bridge without my full uniform.

"No need for us to maintain strict code, I don't think," I explained. "As this is our last cruise. After all we can't get fired."

"Sounds O.K. to me Captain," he replied as he headed off to his cabin.

At noontime, Cheryl brought me up some lunch as usual. Putting it down on a chair, she came up behind me and began running her fingers over my chest, teasing my nipples. I could feel her large braless breasts squashed against my back.

"I love a guy with a hairy chest," she sighed.

"Anyone I know," I quipped.

"How could I ever be satisfied with just one," she laughed. "Has the Captain forgiven me for swimming in the pool buck naked and giving him a hard-on?"

"Yes, I suppose so," I said.

"Good," she replied, "because I am going to need to be forgiven again. I'm about to be really naughty and suck my captain's cock while he steers the ship."

With that she came around the front of me and sank to her knees, unzipping my white pants as she did so and pulling them, together with my boxer shorts, down around my knees. My rock-hard cock slapped loudly against my belly.

"Don't be crazy!" I protested, pulling my pants back up. "Someone might catch us."

"I  know," she grinned. "Exciting, isn't it." As she crouched there open-legged at my feet, I noticed that she was wearing nothing beneath her long T-shirt. Her wet, hairy pussy was spread before my hungry gaze. I groaned with frustration as she began rubbing her fingers against its wetness. "I can't help it if the sight of a hairy chest makes me lose all control."

"Well, you'll have to learn some control," I told her, trying to sound sincere. "I'll be off duty at 5. We'll finish this in my cabin then."

"You hard man," she replied, standing up close to me and gently stroking my stiff cock through my trousers.

The rest of my shift passed without incident.

When Joe came up to relieve me, he was accompanied by Cheryl. He also had a huge grin on his face.

"So Captain," she asked, "are you ready for a little recreational activity with the Game's Mistress. Much more appropriate title than Co-ordinator, I think."

"I've thought of nothing else all afternoon," I told her, truthfully.

"Have fun," called Joe after us, as he took up his position at the wheel.

As we were passing the swimming pool, I noticed Tabitha and Claire climbing out of the water. For a moment, I thought that they were naked. Then, on closer inspection, I saw that they were dressed in tiny g-string bikinis that left the whole of their well-toned, tanned buttocks on display. There tops covered no more than their nipples.

"Hello, Captain!" called Claire, with a wave.

"Good evening, ladies," I replied. "I'm afraid I must tell you that we have a dress code aboard this ship, which disallows any form of clothing that might be deemed indecent or obscene. I'm afraid that your bathing costumes are a transgression of that code."

"Oh," said Tabitha, with mock contriteness. "Well, if you put it that way... I suppose we will have to take them off. Won't we Claire."

No sooner had she said this than both girls pulled the strings on a couple of loosely tied bows and their bikinis fell onto the deck. The two girls giggled happily as they displayed their nude bodies to us. Each had trimmed her pubic hair to a small patch above her pink and pouting pussy lips. Their breasts were small and pert, their nipples erect.

"Now, now, ladies," I replied, as I stared at their cute little pussies. "You know that is not what I meant."

"Let them go," Cheryl whispered in my ear. "You know you like seeing them that way. And so will the other guys aboard. Who needs rules when this is our last cruise."

I had to follow her advice, because at this point she began stroking my stiff cock through my trousers in clear view of the two girls. I began to hustle her away towards my cabin.

"Are you two gonna fuck?" Tabitha yelled after us. "Why not do it out here on deck so we can enjoy it too."

"Now see what you have started?" I scolded Cheryl, lifting the back of her T-shirt and smacking her nude bottom.

"Well, I am the Game's Mistress," she replied. "If you keep following my advice we will have the kind of fun and games going on aboard this ship that you will never forget."

Coincidentally at this point we heard female moaning coming from Suzette's room as we passed it. Being an inveterate show-off, she had left the door half-open. I peeked in and saw her riding atop one of the male passengers. I couldn't remember his name, but I had seen him coming up the gangplank on the day we embarked. From where we were standing Cheryl and I could see the most delectable bottom aboard ship rising and falling above a large, stiff cock which positively dripped with the effusions of Suzette's horny little pussy. As we stood watching, Cheryl unzipped me and pulled out my own stiff cock, and began masturbating me.

I was afraid we would get caught, so I hurried Cheryl away towards my cabin. She wouldn't let me put my cock back in my pants though.

"One of the passengers might come along this corridor at any moment," I whispered to her urgently.

"I hope so," she smirked. "I hope before this cruise is over, that every female passenger aboard will get to see you just like this. With your naked cock standing at attention and ready to please."

"Most of the lady passengers already have," I reminded her. "Thanks to that bitch, Monique."

"You might call her a bitch," Cheryl pointed out. "But you are dying to fuck her aren't you? I saw how your cock twitched when you mentioned her name."

"You know far to much about me," I told her as I pushed her through the door of my cabin.

"At last I can get rid of this ridiculous T-shirt," she said, pulling it up over her head and dropping it to the floor so that she stood before me completely nude. "I wish I could just walk around like this all day long, watching all the guys cocks do the polite thing and rise when this lady entered a room."

"Well, my cock can't be faulted on his etiquette," I replied, pulling off my shoes, socks, trousers and shorts, to stand equally nude in front of Cheryl.

She came up close to me and I felt her lovely soft breasts rubbing against my hairy chest as she gently stroked my erection with her warm fingers. We kissed passionately as I fondled her buttocks and pulled her belly up firmly against my s
tiff cock.

Soon she was lying back on the bed and I was sliding my stiffness between her warm, wet pussy lips. Her hands roamed up and down my sweaty back and over the cheeks of my arse as I  slid in and out.

I pulled her up off the bed so that my knees bent and slid beneath her well spread thighs. I leaned back and fucked her hard and deep, while she sighed and played with her nipples with her fingers.

When she came, I could feel her liquid squirting warmly over my balls. My own explosion followed as I pumped her full of cum.

Having slaked our lust on each others bodies we fell back in each others arms and chatted comfortably while punctuating our comments with soft kisses and gentle strokes of the most intimate parts of each others bodies.

"Most of the passengers aboard this ship are as horny as hell," Cheryl commented. "I really think we should ease up on the rules and regulations and let them really have the kind of cruise they will remember for the rest of their lives."

"But what about Mrs. Snodgrass?" I replied. "She's already fit to be tied. What do you think she will do if she sees Tabitha and Claire wandering around the deck in the nude."

"Well, you know what these prudish types are like," Cheryl put in, "I bet she'd be the biggest slut aboard if she really let herself go. I could get Brad to spike her drinks and she would be having such a good time herself that she wouldn't complain."

"Having a good time with who? I'm not sure anyone would be wanting to have a good time with her," I replied.

"Well, you're the Captain," she replied. "Don't they say that, in case of an emergency, the captain has to go down on the passengers."

"Down with the ship, I think," was my reply, "quite a different thing all together."

The End (of this episode)

Rules of the Island : A Sunday Snog

Victoria Blisse has created a new institution know as the Sunday Snog. You can find out more about it (and find links to other contributions) at her blog. Basically, the idea is to post a kissing extract from one of your stories (or perhaps write a new one for the occasion.) Mine comes from my unfinished novel Vanessa's Island. If you hunt around you can find more of it posted on this blog.


Rules of the Island

Vanessa started the water running in the bath, while I looked around her bedroom. She had a big, double bed in the middle with a large floral quilt thrown over it. I examined the titles on her small bookshelf. Literary classics, reference books, romances by herself and a few competitors, The Joy of Sex...I looked at the few photos of family, friends, herself as a child and at college.

Then a piece of paper on her bedside table caught my eye. It was some kind of hand-written notes.

“Oh, don’t look at that,” said Vanessa anxiously, as she came out of the bathroom. She tried to snatch it out of my hand but I hid it behind me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Oh, all right,” conceded Vanessa. “When I was thinking about asking you to move in, I started to think up some rules of the household. Then I got a bit carried away and dreamed that we would be establishing a new sexy utopia. So I came up with my Rules of the Island. It was just a bit of fun.”

“Let’s see,” I said, reading her notes: 

“’Rule 1: No clothing to be warn at any time, except sexy lingerie.’

“But I don’t look very good in lingerie,” I commented.

“That’s for me, silly,” she explained. “All the better to tease you with. Anyway, I like the slippery, silky feeling against my skin. But don’t worry, you can pull my panties down anytime you like.”

My prick, which had been only half-erect up until now, became rock-hard at this thought.

“Here ye, here ye, here ye,” proclaimed Vanessa in a deep voice, “all gentlemen present who wish to adopt motion one please raise your cocks.” Smiling down at my rampant stiffy, Vanessa’s voice changed back to normal. “Oh, goody! Motion carried unanimously.”

“Moving right along,” I continued.

“’Rule 2. All indoor bathing is to be communal, in the interested of water conservation.’

“I think we’ve already decided on that one,” I said. “Which reminds me, one of us had better turn that water off before it overflows.”

“Woops. Almost forgot,” cried Vanessa, her juicy bottom jiggling deliciously as she ran back into the bathroom. “Water’s ready,” she said, when she emerged. “Let’s read the rest in the tub. It doesn’t matter if the paper gets wet. I have it commited to memory.”

“I bet you do, you naughty girl,” I laughed, giving her a playful slap on the butt.

“You get in first,” she said, pouring in some aromatic bath oils.

I lowered myself slowly into the water, relishing the warm wetness as it engulfed me. A delicious languidness swept through my being.

“Come on in,” I said to Vanessa, “the water’s wonderful.”

She stept over the side of the bath and gently placed her right foot next to my left thigh. With her other foot positioned in a similar position on the other side, and her hands on the sides of the bath, she slowly lowered herself into the water. I loved the way her legs spread casually in front of me as she squatted down revealing her sweet pussy lips for a moment before they sank beneath the water. At last her soft bottom came to rest on my feet.

“Is that all right?” she asked. “My bum on your feet doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“No,” I said. “I love it, because I can do this.”

I pulled my right foot out from under her bum and used my big toe to tickle her pussy.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she said. “Motion two was definitely a good idea.”

“Let’s have a look at Rule 3,” I suggested, reading from the piece of paper which I had propped up in the soap tray.

“’Rule 3: A daily tax is to be paid by the subjects of the island (David and Vanessa) to the rulers of the island (David and Vanessa) in the form of kisses, which can be deposited on any part of the body that either subject or ruler should request. Amount not to fall below 50 kisses per day. And no fair kissing yourself.’

“Sounds good to me,” I said. “Let’s see how it works in practise. Loyal subject David requests to deliver his first payment to Queen Vanessa’s lovely bottom."

“You would ask for something difficult,” complained Queen Vanessa, as she stood up, giving me a scrumptious view of her wet nakedness. Turning around carefully, she bent down slightly. I knelt up, pushing my stiffness against the back of her leg, as I buried my face in the soft, milkiness of her left butt cheek and planted a kiss there.

“Now it’s your turn,” I said, as she lowered herself back into the water facing me.

“All right,” she said. “Loyal subject Vanessa requests to kiss King David on the lips.”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

“You don’t get a say in it,” Vanessa explained. “All requests, from subjects or royalty have to be obeyed regardless. We may have a king and queen, but this is a utopia, which means that everybody has the same rights. Now if I’m going to kiss you on the lips you are going to have to come closer.”

I slid my bum down the bath, pulling Vanessa towards me as I did so. This led to her sitting right in my lap, straddling my hard cock, with her soft, slippery, soapy boobs sliding all over my chest. For the first time, my cock slid deep into the warm wetness of her pussy, as her soft lips met mine. I was in heaven, but only for a moment.

“That was delicious,” said Vanessa as she slid back down the bath. “But there’s no room to fuck properly in a bath. That will have to wait. Now for royal decrees. Queen Vanessa requests that loyal subject David kiss her left nipple.”

I knelt up and placed my lips on Vanessa nipple. I sucked it gently between them and played with it with my tongue.

“Mmmm,” said Queen Vanessa, “I might just have to knight you for that one. Now it’s your turn.”

“Ummmm,” I said. “I don’t know what place to pick.”

“Where do you want it most, David?” asked Vanessa, with a smile. “I think you’re thinking of somewhere, but you’re embarrassed to say it. Now be honest. I’ll know if you’re not. What was the first thought that crossed your mind.”

“All right,” I said, resignedly. “King David requests that loyal subject Nessa kiss the end of his dick.”

“I knew it,” said Vanessa, “there’s no sense trying to hide anything from me. That was the first thing you thought about when you read rule 3 wasn’t it?”

“Well,” I pleaded, “a guy’s only human. And you really don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t be silly,” said Vanessa, “I love kissing dicks. It’s only your lack of imagination I’m poking fun at. There’s loads of other lovely places to be kissed, too. Now we better stick him under the tap and wash the soap suds off, so I can kiss him properly.”

Once this had been done, I knelt up, while Vanessa, holding my prick loosely with her right hand, bent down and wrapped her tender lips around my glans, at the same time lapping the tip gently with her tongue.

“Oh, yeah,” I sighed.

“So I take it Motion 3 is carried,” Vanessa asked as we sat down again.

“Definitely,” I agreed.

The Libertine : A Pirate Tale

Sometimes a start a story and never finish it. Here is the beginning of what I intended to be a pirate epic. Let me know what you think. I could always continue it if there is any interest.

Chapter One : It Takes a Thief

An ear-splitting crack of thunder shook Agatha into instant wakefulness. For a moment she didn’t know where she was. She must have slept for a long time as night had fallen and all around her was pitch blackness. A moment after the thunder the rain began to fall, heavy drops soaking through her simple peasant dress. She felt it splash against the naked skin of her bust and run down between her breasts. For a while her petticoats kept her legs dry, but soon she would be soaked to the skin. She had fallen asleep in the  drowsy afternoon summer heat, but now she began to shiver with the cold.

“Damn!” she cried, when she realised that her precious book would be ruined.

She had fallen asleep over a well-thumbed copy of “Captain Blood”. With the sun inducing a languid drowsiness she had fallen back on the soft grass and imagined being shipwrecked on a desert isle with a burly tattooed pirate. The kind of man who would use his shining hook to rip off her  flimsy dress, throw her over his knee and spank her soft naked bottom with his one remaining calloused hand. But after letting out a lusty belly laugh, he’d take a swig of rum, shrug off his clothes and reign down kisses on her every secret place with surprisingly soft lips and a sparkle of mischievous glea in his one remaining eye.

With a soft sigh she had lifted her dress and her petticoats and let the sun kiss her bare pussy lips through the gap in her bloomers.

“Shiver me timbers, Cap’n,” she breathed, as she gently began to rub her tender clit and dip her fingers into her dripping wetness.

Laying there under her favourite tree at the edge of the cliff, the farm stretching out golden brown in the sun behind her and the sea crashing over the rocks far below, her quivering squeals of pleasure where swallowed up by the wind and the screech of circling gulls as her back arched in ecstasy and arms and legs twitched in spasms of pleasure.

A wave of warm happiness spread over her, but she knew it would not last. This was a brief break from her daily grind of milking and cheese-churning and housekeeping for her stern father.

She knew how to enjoy a woman’s pleasures, but sometimes she wished she’d been born a man. The life of a milkmaid was a life of tedium. She longed to climb a mizzen mast and survey the horizon from a swaying crows nest, to spend her nights drinking rum and sharing a bawdy jest.

But those thoughts were now a distant memory as she stood shivering in the pitch blackness, the wind whipping savagely at her dress. She longed for the warmth and comfort of her bed, but she knew that before she could get there she would face the inevitable punishment from her father.

Just as she was about to turn for home, lightning lit up the glowering sky and the raging sea beneath. There before her, shockingly close to shore, was a schooner under full sail. Where her eyes playing tricks on her she wondered as the velvety darkness fell once more.

*                   *                  *

When the lightning flashed, a rain-sodden seagull tossed and buffeted by the savage winds, might have seen Captain Bullfinch, his shirt open to reveal his barrel-chest and sleeves rolled up over his bulging biceps, struggling to steer his ship towards the mouth of Blood River, so known to pirates like himself because the setting sun sometimes coloured it a deep shade of red. The rain drenched his curly blond hair and bushy beard, soaking through his shirt, discoloured with sweat and not a little blood. His left shoulder was decorated with a tattoo of an octopus wrapped around an anchor, and his loose black pantaloons were held up by a three-inch wide leather belt.

If seagulls could read, it would have seen that the name of the ship was “The Libertine”. And if it looked a little closer it might have seen that this name was painted on over the carved in outline of the ship’s old name, “H.M.S. Venus”.

“I’ve had blue balls for Saucy Sally’s cunt since we left the Caribbean,” growled Old Monkeybreath, “The Libertine”’s first mate.

“First things first,” Bullfinch barked. “The ship has to be stocked with water and provisions for our next six months at sea before you even start to think about your touching reunion with that golden-hearted haven of the pox.”

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” the mate replied, finishing off the last of the ship’s rum.

“How would you like to play at walking the plank, you mutinous dog,” Bullfinch roared, as the tossing sea threw him hard to port. Monkeybreath, being far from sober stumbled across the rain-slick deck. “You won’t be too bland for the sharks,” the captain added, as the port railing knocked the wind from his mate’s lungs.

*                   *                  *

Agatha, shivering and blue with the cold, hid behind a tree and watched as “The Libertine” sailed up the river which ran along the border of the farm.

A short muscular man threw the anchor over the side of the ship, another man threw down a rope ladder and the men began to climb down it onto the riverbank.

“I think they’re pirates,” she said to herself. Only pirates would anchor away from a major port. And those certainly didn’t look like sailor suits they were wearing.

One of the men particularly caught her attention. A tall man with a barrel chest and curly blond hair. He seemed to be the leader. No sooner was he ashore and he began to strip off his clothes. He had tattoos on his chest and bicep, but she couldn’t make out the design. She did, however, notice the way the muscles rippled on his back and the firmness of his buttocks as he walked naked down to the edge of the river and plunged in. It must have been freezing.

A short while later he had dressed himself in a gentleman’s tweed suit and top hat and was headed off up the river to the bridge which carried the road into town.

At that moment Agatha made a decision which would change her whole life. She ran back to the farm house. She would take her father’s spanking. But it would be the last. When everyone was asleep, she would steal some of her brother’s clothes, cut off most of her hair and return to the pirate ship. She was sure that there would be some opportunity to sneak aboard if she was patient enough.

*                   *                  *

As Bullfinch walked through the streets of London noone would have ever suspected that he was a pirate. He blended perfectly into the crowd.

They knew him at his favourite tavern, Davey Jone’s Locker, but noone there would give away his secret. He was a valuable customer.

He pushed through the door, making the transition from the clear star-spangled night to the smoky warmth and raucous noise of the tavern. There was his mate’s sweetheart Saucy Sally pouring a pint of beer while a customer’s hand wandered under her skirt.

“Hi, Sally!” he cried, slapping her on the arse. “Old Monkeybreath’ll probably be here tomorrow. Just don’t let him give you anything he might of picked up from those dusky island maidens.”

“You mean he hasn’t been faithful to me!” she cried in mock indignation.

“That guy’d fuck a rhinoceros if there weren’t a woman handy,” he chided her.

“Whose the new girl?”  he asked, indicating a pretty young thing serving demurely behind the bar, as scenes of unimaginable debauchery took place on all sides.

“That’s Kate,” Sally replied. “You won’t have much luck there. A pretty face, but she belongs in a  nunnery.”

“Perhaps I’ll be the one to warm her heart. Or another place,” he laughed.

She wished him good luck as an old gentleman scooped her right breast out of her bodice and began to suck happily on her nipple, something she seemed to treat as the equivalent of a tip. Sally was a woman whose sensuality was never discouraged by the ugliness or lack of hygiene of those who might attend to it.

“Your finest rum,” Bullfinch declared to the pretty Kate as he plunked a gold sovereign on the bar. “And there could be more of those if you decide to be friendly to a tired sailor.”

“I’m friendly to all the customers,” Kate replied. “But never familiar.”

“No, I didn’t think you looked familiar,” Bullfinch replied.

*                   *                   *

Deciding that there would be plenty of time to pursue the pleasures of the flesh once he was more rested, Bullfinch retired early and was soon snoring with his bag of gold sovereigns on the table by his bed.

But a man who lives by his wits is a light sleeper, and he was instantly wide awake when he heard the soft step of a bare foot beside the bed. His hand shot out to the bag of gold, and wrapped around a tender female hand currently occupied in burrowing within it.

Grabbing a fistful of hair with his other hand he brought the girl’s face down next to his own.

“I said you might get some more if you were friendly. Stealing isn’t very friendly,” he whispered.

“Stealing?” asked Kate. “I wasn’t trying to steal any. I was just making sure it was safe.”

“Never try to steal from a professional thief,” he advised her. Then he sat up in bed and pulled her down over his lap.

“I think I better go now, sir,” she whimpered.

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” he replied, sliding a rough hand up the soft skin of her legs until, with a skip of his heart and a swelling of his cock he felt the goosebumped flesh of her naked bottom. For a moment he enjoyed the feel of her soft fleshy mounds. “My, my, such a cold bottom for a warm-hearted girl. But don’t worry, I’ll soon get it warmed up.”

“Don’t!” she squealed, wriggling against the place where the bedsheet covered his rock hard cock.

Grabbing the neck of her flimsy night-gown he quickly ripped it down the back and pulled it out from under her. It was so insubstantial that he was able to push the whole of it easily into her mouth.

“Mmmmmnnnphhh,” she protested.

“Much better,” he decided.

Lifting his right hand high in the air he began spanking her lovely soft round bottom as she squirmed and wriggled against the stiffness of his prick.

After a few minutes he could feel the warmth of her burning bottom against his hand. Then, pulling her face up to his and kissing her passionately on the lips he felt that the cheeks of her face also burned, such was her shame.

Reaching down between the hot cheeks of her bottom his fingers found the warm wetness of her pussy. It was dripping its juice freely over the bed covers.

“So all it takes to warm up cold Kate is a little spanking, hey?” he smiled.

“Mmnnnffnnn,” she moaned pushing down to feel the length of his big fingers sliding deep into her yearning pussy.

Bullfinch knew where the secrets of a woman’s pleasure lay and he played with her pussy as skilfully as a master musician might play his instrument.

With his other hand he removed the cloth from her mouth.

“That’s better than gold,” she sighed. “Let me under the sheets.  I want to be fucked by a pirate captain’s cock.”

“So that’s how nun’s talk, is it?” the captain laughed, raising the sheets and welcoming her beneath them.

She sighed and nuzzled her soft body against him as he guided her hand to the stiff throbbing source of heat.