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Chapter 18
It’s hard to tell day and night when your quarters are below decks. The advantage is you can sleep in the dark as long as you like without disturbance.
Point is, I fell asleep hard when we got back to the boat. We pulled away from the dock, and with the diesels turning, I have no idea what time it is, nor how long I’ve been out. It’s a low rumbling sound that permeates the ship, and blurs out some sounds.
I get up from bed. I’m alone. I click on a very low lumen LED light by the bed; being dark accommodated the eyes are very sensitive to even minimal input. Sitting up on the side of the bed I take in my surroundings.
Still wearing what I was during my whirlwind tour of San Francisco. Sandals on the floor. Shopping bags sitting in the chair near the wall.
I get up. Still not clear on time. Feel like I’ve napped more than slept. I meander to the bathroom and brush my teeth. My make up is still on, looking good. Waking up a bit. I shuffle to the door of our quarters and open it.
I know where you are right away. I can hear Elsa beyond the door to her quarters. I crack the door and look in.
I’m wrong. You’re not there. Because Brian is there pounding away at her pussy with his big dick. Her yoga clearly has helped her…as her heels are interlocked behind her head, and she’s pulling on both her nipple rings, while Brian’s deliciously big cock fucks her.
I ease the door closed and hope they haven’t noticed, my cock testing the limits of my cage.
I wasn’t expecting that…but given how you two sunned in front of the bridge yesterday, I can’t be surprised.
A quick text to you — “where are you, mistress?”
“On the bridge with Alan.”
I make my way up the stairs from our living quarters level, and enter the main saloon. Nightlights on, darkness outside. The clock near the entertainment system shows a little after midnight. I go to the bar at the end of the main saloon, and pour some bourbon and add a couple of ice cubes. Taking a sip, I move toward the bridge.
I find you sitting on the side of the bridge, chatting with Alan in the dim red lights of the bridge’s night shift, and looking at your phone. I think it’s The Rippingtons playing on the SiriusXM radio on the bridge speakers, there’s occasional traffic on the marine radio.
“Hello, sweetie, come sit by me.”
I move to you, and see you are drinking a mug of tea, dressed in a long t-shirt and no shoes. Probably no underwear either. I join you on the built-in couch on the port side of the bridge. Alan nods his head as I come in, and goes back to the instruments, the green glow contrasting the red ambient lighting, the radar drawing an intermittent blip on his face. He can’t see the fuchsia polish on my fingers as the red bridge lights fade it out, and my makeup blends in for the same reason.
Sitting by you, you place a palm on my leg below my shorts. You smell like sex. I wrap an arm around you, and you cuddle in asking “Seen Elsa?” with a wry grin.
Keeping my voice down so as not to draw attention, I say, “yes ma’am, she’s with Brian.”
“Of course she is. She was riding my face while Brian fucked me earlier. You were sleeping and I wanted cock. I left them about an hour ago so they could spend some time together.”
I give a brief “MMmmmmm” and kiss your cheek. Since Alan can’t see us below the chest due to the bridge instruments, you take your opportunity to confirm my cage is still in place, stroking it up and down on my hard dick. I sip my bourbon.
“What were they doing?” you enquire.
Knowing you always expected frank honesty, I replied “she had her ankles locked behind her head, pulling her nipple rings, while Brian fucked her, him on top.”
Another sip of tea, the tail of the teabag dangling out of the mug. “She’s always liked that position. She’d try to tickle my pussy with her feet like that when we’d sixty-nine….and she loves to do it with guys since it’s a big turnon for them, and it gets their cocks deeper in her. Or my strapon. Though she has a thing for big dick guys in that position, has always been good to watch. It’s like my own porno.”
“How often did you get to watch her?”
“While we were dating and living nearby, whoever we were seeing was always interested in a threesome with both of us. I guess it’s not a surprise, two girls who are interested in each other and the guy… fantasy of many men. I probably watched her get urfa escort fucked by a half dozen guys, some hers, some mine. Maybe a little more.” I take another sip.
I had no idea you were so active with regular threesomes. But at the beginning of this trip, I didn’t know you’d really ever had a girlfriend. I’ve learned lots.
I give another “mmmm” and kiss your cheek.
“Pity you couldn’t catch us, and your cock has to stay locked up for two days. Otherwise you could be fucking us right now instead of Brian.” Accentuating your point, you jiggle my cage, and turn to kiss my cheek.
I was sort of irritated how yesterday had ended. But, after an early dinner out with the both of you, and some rest, I’m okay with it. I was frustrated — but that’s the role of a caged boy, submissive at times, cuckold in others.
We cuddle. We listen to music. We drink our bourbon and tea. We watch the lights of other ships, listen to bridge traffic on the marine radio, a cruise ship here, a cargo ship there. We’re nowhere near our usual environment, and it’s perfectly comfortable nonetheless.
“Did Brian make you cum tonight?”
“Oh yes, he did. Him and Elsa both.”
“Tell me how?” Better I accent as a question than be perceived as giving orders.
“Well, we left you sleeping in the bed, and Elsa and I were chatting in her stateroom, the door open. Brian came down right after his shift ended at 9pm, and said hello. I waved him in, and he joined us, but really I just wanted his cock in my mouth. So while he was sitting in one of the chairs, I went over to him, had him stand, and pulled his shorts down and started blowing him right there. He helped by facefucking me a little bit, I think Elsa got a video of it.”
“Really?” I was surprised Elsa would film such an event.
“Oh yeah, she was answering some mail on her phone, so it was right in her hand when I started. I’m pretty sure she filmed some. If she didn’t get it then, I’m pretty sure she got it when Brian and I were on the bed. Well, me on the bed.” A slow grin crosses your face.
“What happened then?”
“I had my head off the edge of the bed and he just facefucked me until I came about a thousand times, then he decided to turn me around and fuck my pussy.”
“I’d like to see those videos if I am allowed.”
“Of course you’re allowed, sweetie, just have to get them from Elsa. When she’s done getting her pussy plowed of course.” Another sip.
Glancing over your shoulder at the bridge instruments, you confirm you can only see Alan from the neck up…which means that’s about all he can see of you.
You slip a hand under your shirt and lift it sufficient to confirm my suspicion. No panties. Pussy exposed, you begin curling small slow circles around your clit. I snuggle you closer, and you give a slight squirm getting comfortable and aroused simultaneously.
“She loves sex more than I do. And that’s saying something. She’s also able to take bigger cocks than I can, mouth, pussy or ass. She’s impressive to watch. It’s incredibly hot. Makes me wet instantly.”
I’m learning more about your past. I had no idea any of this was in the background, despite us being close enough for me to be wearing undies, cage, polish, etc., at your direction.
“Bigger than you, hm? What’s the biggest cock you’ve had?”
“Oh… bigger than Brian’s.” Noncommittal.
“Yes ma’am, but how much?” My cage reminds me that I’m very clearly not Brian.
“By about a third.” This seems like a stretch. Brian is 9″ and thick. One third more?
Turning I look at you, “you’re kidding.”
A scrunched forehead, thinking….. “well, yes, but not in length. He was about 11″ long, but much thicker than Brian. That took a lot of prep time, but as soon as he put it in me, I came and squirted all over him.”
“Prep time?” I ask.
“Lots of oral. And a vibrator. From a girl I was seeing, Bridget. Was her boyfriend. I can see why she held on to him, that cock came from heaven.”
Another girlfriend. Wow.
“I take it that went well?”
“Oh sweetie, like you wouldn’t believe. He could fuck me into squirting with almost no effort at all. And the one time he fucked my ass, I couldn’t STOP cumming.”
You must have been turned on at that. Anal requires a little extra for you to want it…but something that big?
“That must have required some ‘prep time’.” I nudge you, jokingly. sivas escort
“Wellll…. Yeah. Bridget had taken me from behind with a strapon, and her boyfriend wanted a try. She and I had put down more than a bottle of wine, so I was a bit drunk and horny… so yeah, with the addition of some lube, I was ready. And once he started, even gently, the sensation was so strong I couldn’t stop cumming. Without exaggeration, I came nonstop the entire time he was in my ass. I had to stop him because I was too worn out to continue. I had a pleasantly sore asshole for a week.”
And with that, you shudder, and have a quiet orgasm in my arms, your fingers doing their job. Good thing Alan can’t see that part.
“Did Brian give you a good reminder of that the other night?”
“Pretty much. His cock is so delicious. I loved him in my ass.”
I remembered. You were surely hot with the amount of noise you were making. I wonder if other moored boats heard you. Elsa seemed to like it too. I know my cock did.
“I was glad you told me you wanted to spend the night with him” I admitted.
“Really? Why so?”
“I always want you to feel good, to enjoy yourself. I can’t give you a giant cock but I can still enjoy you having one. And I love to hear about it afterwards.”
“Oh and that I did.” A smile crosses your face. You drain your mug. “Would you get me a refill sweetie?”
I knew better than to think this was a request. I answered in the affirmative, took your mug and returned to the galley. I was back in just a few minutes, as this ship had a constant hot water tap in the galley.
I sit down with you, you cuddling back in the same position, and letting your tea steep. A glance confirming Alan is still focused on the water ahead and the instruments, and I return to the topic, “so we were talking about Brian fucking your ass. Ma’am.”
“Mmmmmm yes we were. He did so well, I came repeatedly.”
“Yes ma’am, I heard.”
A blush crosses your cheeks, evident even in the red light. “I was that loud?”
“Yes you were. I loved it. So did Elsa. And my cock, too, but didn’t do much since I wasn’t allowed to cum. She said….she said Brian was slapping you.”
“He was. Deliciously.” A dreamy memory crosses you.
“I had no idea you enjoyed that.”
“There’s still some things you don’t know, sweetie. But you don’t necessarily need to. In this case, yes, I like being slapped during sex. Just like you want to be locked up, dressed in panties and makeup. It’s an attraction you may not fully understand, but enjoy. Same is true for me. If I’m turned on, slapping will make me orgasm almost immediately.”
My head spins. You’ve got more of a submissive side than I had realized.
“So if you have a submissive streak…. How did we end up with me locked up?”
“Because I saw your tumblr, sweetie. When we were first dating I saw you’d left your laptop open to your tumblr feed when you were in the shower. I took a quick look and saw all your proclivities. Panties. Nail polish. Strapons. Cock cages. Threesomes. Femdom. Facials. Sissies. Cuckolds. Once I knew you were interested, I did some reading, and started to introduce things. You were very motivated as I did.” A wink, and another sip.
“But it sounds like you were also toppy with Elsa when you first met. What changed?”
“Nothing at all. I go through phases, and it happens differently with different people. With Elsa we switch, her on top, me on top. Whatever seems right. With some men, I love being submissive, sometimes almost used, but I know they still care for me, otherwise I couldn’t do it. With you, I know you generally want me to be in charge, so I am. Different conditions, different attitude.” You blow across your tea, cooling it.
“How was it that you and Elsa met?”
“We met through a mutual friend. This while I was working in Chicago pretty steadily. We met at a dinner party at his house, and clicked immediately. At first we just hung out together, but I could tell she was interested, even if she didn’t say anything. Once I made the first move with her, she opened up, and things progressed pretty quickly.”
“How do you mean?”
“We were hanging out in my apartment; I had a corporate rental in downtown Chicago for that work contract. She was also there for work, with a consulting gig for a bank. We had gone to dinner, returned to my place, and were splitting a tekirdağ escort bottle of wine. She went to look at the view of the Miracle Mile, my apartment had a bank of tall windows so had a great view. Anyway, she went to look at it, and I knew it was time. Candle in the background flickering off the window as she walked up, the city lights outside. I walked up and put a hand on her waist, kissed her neck, and that was about all she needed to figure out she was bi.”
“That quick, hm?”
“Yep.” Another sip of tea, the mug cooling. “I kissed her neck, she turned around and kissed me, then said something about never having been with a woman before. I’d never have known it the way she licked my pussy that night. And, in one way or another, we’ve been together ever since, even if not in close proximity.”
“That was quick.” I had a sip myself, my glass nearing the bottom.
“It was, but also seemed very right, very appropriate. We were involved almost immediately, though we also had time apart due to distance, but stayed in contact by phone, by email.”
“She said she had a boyfriend that loved to fuck your mouth.”
Another glance at Alan, making a subtle course correction to avoid a freighter a few miles away, loaded with cars headed south.
Turning to me with a quizzical look you ask, “Sweetie, are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes, mistress, I surely am.” I was also glad that the diesel rumble and the overhead music prevented Alan from hearing us.
“Elsa had a boyfriend who was…well, he had a big cock. About the same as Brian’s.” This got my attention for sure. “Now you know how much I love giving head. So one night, I’m visiting Elsa where she’s working on a project near Salt Lake, and he was there too. Elsa was late getting in, but she gave her permission for us to fool around. I was sucking him to get him hard before planning to get on top and ride him, but while I was doing so, he started pushing on the back of my head. Just a little at first. He was standing, and I was on my knees, so I thought it was just a natural place for him to put his hands. After a little longer, he began fucking my mouth, just like it were my pussy. At first it scared me a little, I didn’t know him, and that blowjob was not working the way I planned…but I remembered Elsa trusted him, and I relaxed, and he continued. Before you know it I loved it, the giving up control, the taste, his urgency. When he shot in my mouth my pussy squeezed so so hard, and I came from it. After that, if I was into it, and my lover was into it, I could cum from giving head…but more accurately, someone fucking my mouth. She walked in to see his cum dripping from my mouth onto my tits. It was some kinda hot.”
This was seriously hot, you were right. No wonder Elsa wanted me to fuck your mouth with the dildo the other night. It was a reminder for her, and a good orgasm for you.
We sat for a while quietly, me letting this sink in. I’ve learned a lot about you tonight, and in the last few days at sea. It’s a bit mind blowing.
“So I do have one more question, if I may.”
“Yes?”
“How did you two get out of Union Square yesterday so quickly? I was down from Williams Sonoma in no time, and should have caught you at the cosmetic store.”
“That’s because we went to the MAC store and met with Michelle before taking the picture in front of Williams Sonoma. When I messaged you to come down, we were already in a cab on our way to Stormy Leather.”
“Ma’am, that seems somewhat like cheating.”
“I’m sure it does. To you that is. But that’s assuming you were meant to catch us. You weren’t. I wanted to see how much effort you put in, and I was planning to keep you locked up for a couple of days regardless. You’ve had a lot of sex, a lot of fun, so far on this trip, and I wanted to remind you of your place.”
You had a point, undeniably. While I have been locked up at times, I’ve had an incredible trip with you, and had more freedom than when home. What could I say? You were right.
“But, sweetie,” and you turn to kiss me, “I was impressed with the effort and appreciate it. You still stay locked up for two days, as I won’t break my word. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun.”
You stand up, dropping the hem of your long t-shirt to hide your wet pussy, and take my hand with your free one. I take it, and stand, following your lead. Leaning into me, you whisper “come back to our room and I’ll allow you to lick my ass.”
I smile, and nod. You lead on, taking me by the hand.
We hear Elsa when we get to our room, still fucking Brian.
You peel off your shirt on the way into our room and drop it to the floor. I stay clothed, and follow you right to bed.
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