Seize the Booty! (Erotica Arcanus) Read Online Free Page B
Author: E.E. Wellington
more than my own?"
Jerome's voice was high-pitched and creaking behind the screen, "I dunno, Captain. Bloody disgrace if you ask me. As if taking down a ship like the Excursion is anything to brag about."
"We were going after the Excursion too, you stupid git," Morris muttered. He stuffed the poster into his jacket and stared out the window, watching the waves lap against the side of his ship. The Maidenhead was an imposing ship with black sails and tall, towering masts. It made no sense that something as puny as the Ace of Spades bring anyone acclaim, let alone someone as boorish and arrogant as her captain. He caught sight of a dolphin leaping up over the water, but was too dejected to pay it any mind. "Nobody respects true craftsmen any longer, that's the problem," Morris sighed. "A pretty face. That's all they care about in this day."
" You mean like this one, Captain?" Jerome cooed as he came out from behind the screen. He flashed a smile at the captain with lips as red as cherries, done up with thick layers of makeup. His eyes were smeared with blue powder and he twirled the locks of his long blonde wig as he sauntered across the cabin.
Morris admired Jerome's short dress and said, "That's a good look for you, I reckon."
"It is?" Jerome whispered. He grabbed both of Morris' knees and forced them apart, only to sink down between them and look up at the captain with a pronounced pout. "I've a confession to make, sir. I've been a bad girl."
Morris adjusted his seat to direct his crotch more prominently toward Jerome's face. "Is that so? Explain yourself."
Jerome squeezed the insides of the captain's thighs, massaging them with his thumbs, and said, "I accidentally spilled some of the rice from the food stores and ruined it."
"I see," Morris said. "There are punishments for that sort of thing."
"I know, and I'm so sorry, sir," Jerome purred. "I'll take whatever punishment you demand, but I beg you to let me earn my way back to your trust."
Morris enjoyed the game, but soon grew impatient. He undid the buttons to release his thick manhood and pointed it at Jerome's face like a judge's gavel. "Show me how sorry you are, and perhaps I will forgive you."
"Oh, thank you, captain," Jerome gasped. Jerome's mouth's embrace of him was enough for Morris to close his eyes and imagine his wife, or better still, the native girls from their last port many months ago.
"Go slower," Morris instructed , as Jerome's mouth closed around his cock and started to bob. "Slowly, I said."
Morris grabbed a handful of Jerome's blonde wig and pulled him down, forcing him to suck the cock into the back of his throat. Jerome whimpered and tried his best, but Morris grunted and pushed him away in irritation, saying, "You useless little strumpet. You are sucking my prig all wrong. Now I must punish you even further."
He stood up, the eye of his throbbing member aimed menacingly at Jerome's whimper ing face. He shuffled across the floor with his pants down around his ankles and arranged himself behind the other man's kneeling form. He bent down, keeping his hands on Jerome's sides to prevent him from trying to escape, and yanked the dress up and said, "Do not move."
Morris spit into his hand and Jerome cried out, "No, captain. It's too much for me to bear"
Morris ignored him and pushed himself forward until Jerome's resistance eased. He grunted, "There it is. That's a good girl," the whole while picturing Anne Bonny bent on the ground in front of him, groaning in protest as he violated her. His prisoner, to do whatever he pleased with. He'd make Calico Jack watch.
He sunk his cock deep into Jerome's puckering arsehole and gave just a few thrusts before he grunted and felt the hot cum bubbling deep in his loins. He pictured Calico Jack's face as he fucked that whore, Ms. Bonny, and it was enough to give him release. He groaned as he ejaculated inside of Jerome's bowels and the two of them fell forward, collapsing on the floor.
Morris
Jerome's voice was high-pitched and creaking behind the screen, "I dunno, Captain. Bloody disgrace if you ask me. As if taking down a ship like the Excursion is anything to brag about."
"We were going after the Excursion too, you stupid git," Morris muttered. He stuffed the poster into his jacket and stared out the window, watching the waves lap against the side of his ship. The Maidenhead was an imposing ship with black sails and tall, towering masts. It made no sense that something as puny as the Ace of Spades bring anyone acclaim, let alone someone as boorish and arrogant as her captain. He caught sight of a dolphin leaping up over the water, but was too dejected to pay it any mind. "Nobody respects true craftsmen any longer, that's the problem," Morris sighed. "A pretty face. That's all they care about in this day."
" You mean like this one, Captain?" Jerome cooed as he came out from behind the screen. He flashed a smile at the captain with lips as red as cherries, done up with thick layers of makeup. His eyes were smeared with blue powder and he twirled the locks of his long blonde wig as he sauntered across the cabin.
Morris admired Jerome's short dress and said, "That's a good look for you, I reckon."
"It is?" Jerome whispered. He grabbed both of Morris' knees and forced them apart, only to sink down between them and look up at the captain with a pronounced pout. "I've a confession to make, sir. I've been a bad girl."
Morris adjusted his seat to direct his crotch more prominently toward Jerome's face. "Is that so? Explain yourself."
Jerome squeezed the insides of the captain's thighs, massaging them with his thumbs, and said, "I accidentally spilled some of the rice from the food stores and ruined it."
"I see," Morris said. "There are punishments for that sort of thing."
"I know, and I'm so sorry, sir," Jerome purred. "I'll take whatever punishment you demand, but I beg you to let me earn my way back to your trust."
Morris enjoyed the game, but soon grew impatient. He undid the buttons to release his thick manhood and pointed it at Jerome's face like a judge's gavel. "Show me how sorry you are, and perhaps I will forgive you."
"Oh, thank you, captain," Jerome gasped. Jerome's mouth's embrace of him was enough for Morris to close his eyes and imagine his wife, or better still, the native girls from their last port many months ago.
"Go slower," Morris instructed , as Jerome's mouth closed around his cock and started to bob. "Slowly, I said."
Morris grabbed a handful of Jerome's blonde wig and pulled him down, forcing him to suck the cock into the back of his throat. Jerome whimpered and tried his best, but Morris grunted and pushed him away in irritation, saying, "You useless little strumpet. You are sucking my prig all wrong. Now I must punish you even further."
He stood up, the eye of his throbbing member aimed menacingly at Jerome's whimper ing face. He shuffled across the floor with his pants down around his ankles and arranged himself behind the other man's kneeling form. He bent down, keeping his hands on Jerome's sides to prevent him from trying to escape, and yanked the dress up and said, "Do not move."
Morris spit into his hand and Jerome cried out, "No, captain. It's too much for me to bear"
Morris ignored him and pushed himself forward until Jerome's resistance eased. He grunted, "There it is. That's a good girl," the whole while picturing Anne Bonny bent on the ground in front of him, groaning in protest as he violated her. His prisoner, to do whatever he pleased with. He'd make Calico Jack watch.
He sunk his cock deep into Jerome's puckering arsehole and gave just a few thrusts before he grunted and felt the hot cum bubbling deep in his loins. He pictured Calico Jack's face as he fucked that whore, Ms. Bonny, and it was enough to give him release. He groaned as he ejaculated inside of Jerome's bowels and the two of them fell forward, collapsing on the floor.
Morris
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