1. Pirate Erotica Chapter 2


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Shemales, Author: buggiebug10, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    in the candlelight, reflecting almost like a sparkler. I must confess, that even in my hopeless predicament, I find this monstrosity interesting. It is perhaps the cock of cocks, with no equal in this world, or any other. It stands alone, a pagan god, dwarfing the beautiful faces preening it. Though it’s a cruel and unfeeling god, I want to taste its wetness, to worship it, to pay it homage. I bite my lip to contain the impulse. A wanton comes from out of a shadowy corner and caresses me, front and back, penetrating my ass with her fingers, and handling my cock. She dares and tempts me to lick the captain’s totem. Go on, lass, give him a licky-lick. Y’know ye want a taste of that, don’t ye? His wetness is sweet. Kneeling, I suck on the muzzle of the whale, trying to get my mouth around the end of it, savoring the sweet-salt stickiness that oozes like honey. I’m nursing at the breast of an ancient sea-god. And as I do this I feel my skirt being slowly, tantalizingly raised, and my ass is lavishly lubricated. Instead of cock, someone puts the tip of a bottle in me, and liquor is distilled at the wrong end of me. I exchange lascivious kisses with the cock-preening boy and girl, as we work to over-stimulate the captain. Though he lacks hands, and though he has no feet, and but one eye—his cock makes up the difference. With liquor in my ass, I get spitting d***k. I glance up at the captain. He has his head thrown back. His mouth yawns wide. Inside there is a snaggle-tooth ...
    cavern surrounded by tufts of graying beard. The very jaws of death— his mouth seems to me. Is that blackness the soul of blackness? The cunt of death? d***k as a dog, I stare into death. Will I kiss the ass of death? I’m mesmerized with a sea of darkness swirling around me. I can’t look away. But the captain brings a flagon to his lips, and he guzzles his prodigious liquor, and belches with the f***e of a lion. He looks down, to see me staring up at him, my lips locked to hooded manhood. His one eye rolls back into his forehead. He is close to exploding, I guess. I try to capture his explosion. Great waves of spunk come flying out, entering, filling, gagging. The whale is disgorging, blowing a cloud, erupting like an angry mountain. I swallow and gag and swallow. And as I struggle to master the tide of the captain’s passion, someone with a huge cock mounts me right quick, penetrating my hungry asshole, for indeed my ass is hungry for cock, not that I am a wanton, no! Far from it. It’s simply that this is the one and only way for me to go on amongst the living. I must prove myself ready and willing to entertain this crude kind of company, to make myself of use to them. And if he sees how accommodating I can be, the captain may yet spare me. The cocksman inside me, well he lifts me like a toy. He carries me around the cabin on top of his huge organ, filling me, shaming me, displaying me—here’s an English gentleman. I see sins of all sorts taking place around the quarters. Most of ...
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