Pirate whore
It was 1874. My name is "Kitten" and I am the captain's slave. I used to be called Patrick, but my master gave me a new name. My father's merchant ship was captured, looted, and sunk by the pirate crew of the "Black Orchid." Only I remained alive, to serve as the bedwarmer for the infamous Captain Tarver. He is a fugitive criminal from the Australian colony. He fled to Barbados, where he became the leader of the "Orchid" after the previous captain was killed in battle, and no more suitable candidate could be found to lead the gang of cutthroats. After Tarver took full control of the situation, everyone expressed their
respect and reverence to him. Tarver is a huge mulatto, black skin stretched over massive muscles that bulge everywhere.He towers over any other man I have ever seen, and he is a man with whom "jokes are not good." He does everything his own way, always. For me, Captain Tarver chose the path of a courtesan. I must always dress in the silk, satin, and lace that he selects for me. These are the most wonderful, exotic women's outfits in the world, remnants of plunder from many previous victims of the "Black Orchid." I wear the finest gowns from the balls of New Orleans, where wealthy white men choose their mistresses from among the attractive foreigners and mixed-race women the region has to offer. Captain Tarver prefers a pale blue dress with white lace. He especially likes what I wear under the dress: a pearl-white corset with garters to which transparent stockings are attached. I always wear shoes with at least two-inch heels, and despite this, I still have to stand on tiptoe to receive a kiss from my captain.
After I take my daily hot bath, during which I shave all the hair from my body, leaving only my long red curls untouched, I apply makeup, which makes me even more enticing for my male. I put on some perfume to drive my stallion wild with lust, and of course I must keep myself clean for my male's member, so I wash my pussy three times a day. I use exotic oils that serve as lubricant and mask unpleasant odors, also igniting my pussy with a bubbling fire and turning me into a bitch who desires nothing but a big black cock.
I travel everywhere with the "Black Orchid," much more compared to before my enslavement two months ago. The crew treats me royally, as Captain Tarver's temper is milder (so I'm told) when he can vent his emotions, if you understand what I mean. Rosie (the local cabin boy; Tarver hasn't fucked him in a very long time) says it's easy to tell when the captain has had an amazing night, because in that case, he comes out of his cabin in the morning without saying a word to anyone if things are going well. Rosie also noted that the ship isn't that big and very often moans are heard when Tarver plunges his cock into me. The first time I heard this, I felt very awkward, but I soon realized there was nothing to be done about it, and besides, Tarver was not ashamed of his choice of a mistress to warm his bed.
This rare chapter in our story happened a few days ago. Tarver was on one of his other ships, the Sabre, for several days. They got into a difficult situation off the coast of Portugal and had to evade pursuit by a British flotilla. At one point, they were forced to hide near a chain of islands. After a week of evading pursuit, it's not hard to guess that when Tarver finally headed back to the "Orchid," he didn't have much on his mind besides me. I heard the crew's shouts that he was returning and knew I had a few minutes before my stallion would penetrate me, making me tremble with desire. I quickly took off my dress, so I was left in my corset with stockings attached, washed my pussy again and lightly lubricated it with fragrant oil, and stood by our bed awaiting his arrival. I didn't wait long.
After he came aboard, he gave a few short orders to his first mate, a huge African named Mubato. Then the door to his cabin opened and I saw my lover. He looked at me, framed by moonlight streaming through the window and dressed only in cute lingerie. Tarver let out a guttural, male growl. Two quick steps, and I was in his mighty arms, and our lips merged in a passionate kiss. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth and I was enveloped by the all-consuming aroma, the musky taste of a sweat-covered male body. The scent of masculinity combined with the smells of battle, blood, gunpowder, and sweat buckled my knees and I sank into his embrace. Without a word, he found my pussy and now his finger penetrated me, while his tongue in my mouth continued to drive me crazy, he effortlessly lifted me and authoritatively threw me onto his bed.
As he took off his shirt, I managed to notice his throbbing erection; although the captain had been inside me many times before, I never cease to admire the length and girth of his impressive cock, especially in light of how aroused I was and how much time had passed since our last mating. One moment and he was naked and towering over me, pressing me into the mattress with his muscular body. His hands explored my body, ran over my legs, and I understood from his reaction that he liked my choice of silk stockings. A moan escaped my lips as his tongue continued to work wonders in my mouth. Usually, Tarver enjoys eating my pussy before taking me, but this time I understood the foreplay would be short. His insistence was obvious; he threw my legs over his shoulders, exposing my anticipating pussy for his penetration. I saw him apply some oil to his cock and now his head was plunging into my tender groove.
With one mighty thrust, he penetrated me to the hilt, and I felt my insides desperately trying to adjust to this new occupant, whose owner they knew so well, though they had managed to forget somewhat during these nights of forced separation. I braced my hands against his muscular chest, covered in tattoos, and he began to fuck me furiously. Looking at my lover, I saw him leaning over me, desperately fucking me, trying to make up for the gap of the past days. I wanted to observe this fierce animal, but soon I was under the sway of the sensation of absolute pleasure and complete submission that I received from our passionate union. I began to scream, mewling shrilly, begging my master to fuck me harder, sinking my elegantly manicured claws into his muscular back and wrapping my thighs around him, reveling in my complete feminization.
Our burning, furious union continued, Tarver drove me wild with wanton lust, kissing my neck, chin, my cheeks, his large, rough hands alternately roamed over my round bottom, ran over my thighs and calves clad in silk stockings, all while he never for a second stopped furiously attacking my pussy. My own "clitoris" was trapped between our bodies, the friction ignited enormous pressure in my womb. It was impossible to ignore despite having tied my "clitoris" with a silk ribbon. I was ready to explode. Suddenly, I became acutely aware that my tiny nipples, which had somehow miraculously slipped out of the corset, were incredibly taut and rubbing against Tarver's muscular chest with every thrust of his. I was on the verge of sweet madness from my master's scent, his sweat, the mulatto's sweat falling on me covered our bodies in a sexual sheen, the musky aroma incredibly aroused me.
The synchronous stimulation of all my erogenous zones proved too much for my eighteen-year-old body and I came violently. My seed spilled onto my tummy and lightly splashed Tarver's sweat-covered torso. I screamed with delight, sinking my claws even deeper into my hero's broad back. At the same time, my pussy clenched even tighter around the mighty shaft, trying to extract seed from this wild stallion. I felt Tarver's hands slip from my bottom and brace against the mattress on either side of me. He desperately held back to prolong the sweet torment, but soon was forced to capitulate with a loud, animal roar, like the victorious howl of a fierce warrior in battle. And we both felt the proof of his victory as he desperately plunged into me one last time to the hilt, pressing his pubic bone against my defenseless pussy and releasing streams of hot, viscous male seed, filling me to the brim.
His hands roam over my body, staking claim to his property, touching me in places only he is allowed. Again, his hands cannot tear themselves away from my freshly shaved and silk-stockinged legs. He mutters all sorts of lewd things to me; I know he is pleased. Behind me, I feel the stirring of the stallion being awakened to life. I have a few minutes before Tarver penetrates me again, but I am so tired and I drift into a light doze.