Commander's Long Day Pt. 01

Her body became taut and her hands were little fists. He stopped for a moment, looking at her to make sure he wasn't being too rough. Her head was thrown back, her breathing ragged. She arched her back towards him.

"Please don't stop!"

With intensity, he answered her plea and within seconds she was shaking as she came, her moans low with passion. He almost came in his pants watching her, watching the orgasm wrack her body with its strength. He had no idea until today she could cum that way, just by her breasts alone being teased and tantalized. What a delicious surprise! Unexpected. So fucking unexpected.

She opened her eyes to see him staring at her, wide-eyed. She felt both invigorated and languid. Suddenly she felt a bit shy, but she didn't know why.

"You never told me about this," he said teasingly, his hands settling in the curves of her waist.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't think about it," she looked down and was very aware she was naked except for her garters and stockings. But he still had his pants on. That would need to change very soon. He tipped up her chin to look at him.

"Don't ever apologize for that. That was amazing!"

She turned slightly pink and leaned down to kiss him.

"I think you had something to do with that, Commander," and with that, she slid down to her knees between his legs. Within seconds, his pants were a puddle at his feet and her tongue licking his cock. She looked up at him as her tongue flicked the underside of the head, fluttering madly like wings. His eyes closed for a second in bliss but he didn't want to keep his eyes from her. He watched her red head move lower with her tongue to his balls, lapping gently. Her right hand was on his cock, gently teasing and jerking it.

Moving her focus upwards, she enveloped his cock with her warm and wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. Her head bobbed up and down slowly, the head of his cock touching the back of her throat. Her fingers floated back down to his balls, her fingers touching lightly around them, fingernails gently scratching underneath as her mouth started to move a tick faster. She heard a choked moan from him and if there was a way to smile with his cock filling her mouth, she did. She looked up at him as her mouth sucked a bit more, tongue flicking, her right hand moving in unison with her mouth. Her nipples puckered a bit more, so turned on by him in her mouth and his reaction. Watching her, his hand moved down and rubbed her nipple with his thumb. He watched as her eyes closed but she did not stop. She relished his cock like her favorite ice cream cone, licking and sucking. She simply enjoyed pleasuring him.

And while he in turn enjoyed the talents of that little pink mouth, he knew when he came he wanted to be inside of her and looking into her eyes. She was making it extremely hard (no pun intended) for him to pull away from her.

She knew he had that look in his eye, the impatient one she had come to learn. The one he gave her when they were in a crowded bar and he came behind her and nibbled on her neck, his cock pressing into her ass. The look he gave her when she sat next to him when they were out, and her hand was rubbing his cock through his pants underneath the table. She knew that look very well, and she was more than ready.

He helped her up and kicked his pants to the side, fully naked now. Their king-sized bed was already turned down and he laid her back on it, taking her ankles and resting them on her shoulders, kissing the top of her foot through her seamed stockings. As much as he loved taking her from behind, he wanted to look at her face as his cock made its way into her tight kitty. Her eyes opened a bit wide as his rock-hard cock pushed inside of her, filling her to the brim. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. "Mmmmmmm, you feel so good," she whispered.

With her ankles at his neck, he was able to get a bit deeper. Gods above, she was so wet! His hips thrusted gently at first, always wanting to make sure he wasn't hurting her. She looked up at him wantonly and when he drove himself into her a bit harder her eyes closed, and she exhaled with a long mmmmmmmm.

Emboldened by her pleasure, he moved even closer and her ankles were wrapped around his neck as he leaned towards her. She reached for his hands and linked her fingers in his, allowing him to more leverage to tease her by pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. His positioning left her walls of her pussy almost massaging the head of his cock every time he drove back into her. Her fingers tightened in his and he was lost looking at her face and her body, reveling in their lovemaking. A faint blush covered her bare skin of her chest, her breasts bouncing with each time he thrusted into her. Her taut nipples were a darker pink from his mouth on them earlier. And as corny as it sounded, her eyes reminded him of the ocean tonight. A dark bluish green with depths he wanted to explore further.

Her eyes stared into his. She had given up trying to decipher the hold he had on her--she just knew she didn't want it to end. Their bodies moved together as if they were perfectly tuned instruments made to make a masterpiece. She wanted him next to her and moved her legs from his neck to wrap around him. The strength of her legs always surprised him, especially when she pulled him toward her. He fell on top of her, his arms breaking his fall as not to crush her.

She reached up with her head and nibbled on his lower lip, her hands scratching softly on his back. He moaned into her mouth, loving that she knew where his weak spots were and always, always wanted to pleasure him. He grabbed her leg and held it in the air as he pushed and thrusted inside of her, his tongue teasing hers. His mouth moved to her nipples and caught one between his teeth as she cried out. He knew exactly what he was doing to her--assault on multiple fronts. A girl could only take so much!

Looking down at her, he could feel her hips meeting his every time, urging him on. He bent to whisper in ear: "Cum for me, my little Tink. Cum for me,". She loved his voice, especially now as he made his demand to her. He wanted her to let go--he wanted to cum with her and ride her orgasm. He kissed her once more as her body started to shudder softly underneath him, knowing he could not take much more himself. Her first little panting moan in that sensual voice was like the first domino falling--he just had to hear it and he was done for. He came with a burst of force and satisfying pleasure, deep inside of her, alternating between a growl and a moan as he filled her. At the same time, she instinctively pulled him closer as she came with similar force with a series of jagged cries, her breath trying to keep up with her body. There was a reason the French called it 'la petite mort'--the little death. They both felt like they could die now and not have a care in the world.

It seemed like forever until either of them moved again. They were both spent, blissfully so. He moved so that he was next to her, and she curled up next to him, her head on his chest. Before they both drifted off into a deep sleep, she kissed him and said what she said every night: "Sweet dreams, Commander"

The day did not end well for the Commander. He thought it was looking up, but a flurry of last-minute issues came his way towards the end of the day. All stupid things, but all things that required his attention. He was wiped out and was ready for a drink.

The Cabin Boy already knew this and had planned accordingly. Amid her day, she talked to someone on the crew, who had intimated to her that the Commander's day was going downhill. She was a teeny bit nervous, but she thought he would like what her plans were.

He came into their suite, somewhat frazzled at the edges. He didn't see her when he came in and wondered where she was? Her presence always helped to calm him. She came out of the bathroom, still wearing her robe from earlier. Smiling up at him, walking barefoot.

"Hello, handsome," she said as her arms went around his neck and kissed him. He grabbed her ass as he kissed her back, feeling that she had something on under that robe. Hmmmmm.

"Come with me, please," and she led him to his favorite leather chair. "I heard you had kind of an awful day. Sit," she said as she pushed him back gently into his chair. He noticed she had poured a Scotch for him. Sitting gently on his lap, she unbuttoned his shirt a few buttons and kissed his neck, taking her time. He felt his body releasing the tension of the day. Sometimes he wondered if she was a little enchantress with her wiles--they all made him feel wonderful.

"Just sit back and enjoy,"

She stood back up and allowed her robe to fall. She wore a sheer black fishnet chemise. It clung to her curves and stopped just below her ass. He motioned for her to turn around and she did so, knowing he always wanted to see her ass in anything she wore. She laid out a blanket onto the floor. He raised his eyebrow at her, wondering what she was up to.

"So, I thought about sending you a video today as I heard your day was not going so well. But then I figured, why send you a video when I can give you a live show?"

He leaned forward, almost dropping his drink. His day had changed in an instant. She forgot her nerves as she knelt onto the blanket.

"I was thinking about last night all day today and I so wanted to touch myself," she said as she looked at him. "I was just so turned on remembering our evening. You fucking me in the ladies' room," she said as her hands moved up and down her body slowly. "Do know how hard I came? So hard!" She tingled inside, seeing their bodies together at that point. Her hands moved to her breasts as she circled her hard nipples with her fingers, eyes closing briefly. "I was so happy you remembered our agreement," she grinned as she pulled up her dress and opened her legs a bit more.

He was fairly sure all the blood in his body was in his cock at this point it was so hard. So fucking unexpected.

She looked at him coquettishly as she rubbed the insides of her thighs, prolonging the moment he was waiting for. Finally, her hand went to her clit and rubbed over it lightly, making her shiver a bit as she did so, eyes closing. He felt like he shivered just watching her. A mix of nerves and excitement heightened every touch. Her finger moved lower and in between those smooth and now shiny lips. He was looking at her finger but was also enjoying the naked pleasure on her face. As her finger slid inside, she closed her eyes. This is where she got a bit self-conscious but was too turned on to let it stop her. As her finger moved in and out of her wet pussy slowly, her other hand rubbed around her breast, teasing her nipple. It was the Commander's turn now to bite his lip in anticipation. He felt like he couldn't breathe. She arched her hips up to give him a better view.

"All day long I teased myself as I replayed last night. In the shower this morning, getting ready, doing my toes...." and with that she slipped another finger inside herself, legs a bit further apart. He could see just how wet she was as she finger fucked herself and let out a low mmmmmmmmm. A huge part of him wanted to end this erotic torture right now and just take her right on the floor. But he also wanted to see how far she would get before one of them cracked.

"Thinking of your cock inside of me makes me so wet, Commander. You have no idea," she breathed as her fingers moved a bit faster. She leaned back on one arm, so her legs were wider apart, her wetness more on display for him. Her fingers rubbed over her clit and a soft 'oooooh' emoted from her. She was breathing faster, her breasts rising and falling as her fingers glided back inside of her pussy. Now he could hear how wet she was too. Fuck. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. And he fucking loved it.

She pulled the top of the chemise down, exposing the creamy skin he longed to be touching. Her hands rubbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Cupping her right breast, she lowered her head and her tongue snaked out to lick her nipple. While she looked right at him. She did the same with her left breast. He was not a religious person by any means, but he thanked whatever deity was out there that made big tits, especially hers! He felt rooted to that spot with desire. His cock jumped watching her tongue swirl around her nipple, precum wetting his briefs.

In the end, she was the one who cracked first. His watching her was so much more of turn on than she had anticipated. Her body was aching for him now and that was it--she had to have him. In a moment she was up and between his legs, unbuttoning his pants to free his so stiff cock. As it popped free, she caught it in her hand and licked it from bottom to top, where the head was now almost purple. She took the head into her mouth, sucking softly as she stood up. There was a slight pop as she lifted her head to kiss his mouth. He kissed her with a hunger that had been welling up since he opened the door to their stateroom, pulling her onto his lap. She tasted the Scotch in his mouth as she straddled his legs, his cock rubbing insistently against her.

No time was to be wasted---her need for him was fervent. Her hand guided his cock to her kitty, and she sunk down on it as it filled her, their moans in unison. She loved riding him this way, he filled her full of his hardness in every spot. Her arms were around his neck and his hands on her hips as she started moving. She felt like tight liquid inside, so wet but like a little vise grip holding his cock while her hips rode him. His mouth moved to her breasts, wanting to taste where she had tasted earlier. Mine, he thought as he suckled gently. Everything built up in her from earlier came bursting out of her as she came quickly and with a vigor that took her breath away. It only made her hungry for more. And it made him just want to give it to her, as much as she wanted to take.

She recovered quickly and leaned down to nibble on his neck, her hips grinding slowly against him. Her coos and moans of pleasure in his ear were making him crazy, and her tits were pressing against him and rubbing with the rhythm of her hips. "You feel so fucking good inside me," she whispered as her pace increased slightly, as if to tease him. His hands moved from her hips to her ass as he thrust up further inside of her. She bit her lip as she squeezed around him, making him groan gutturally. That little pussy was going to milk him dry.

Time seemed suspended around them. Their only focus was on each other. She always joked she would ride him like her own pony and damn if she were not true to her word. Her hips bobbed up and down on his cock, her tits bouncing in his face, nipples almost brushing his face. His hands grabbed for them, and she put hers on top, pressing his into her skin. Riding him harder. She assailed every one of his senses and sensibilities.

Her back arched and her head was thrown back in bliss. He knew then if there was ever a perfect figurehead for a ship it was in front of him now. His thumbs rubbed her taut nipples and she sucked in her breath, pussy tightening around him. What was it about him that made her feel like a naughty goddess come to life?

He knew she was on the verge of orgasm and wanted to see her cum again before he would allow himself to fill her with his own. His thumb moved gently to her clit--he knew how sensitive it was, especially after she came the first time. He very lightly rubbed around it, teasing her. Then, like a light breath, his thumb brushed across her clit. Her body felt electrified, and she exhaled with a long ooooooooooooh. Music to his ears.

Her hips rode him faster and harder as he surrendered to her pleasure. She looked into his eyes and then a second later hers closed as she breathed out something between a sigh and a moan. He did not know what to call it, only that he absolutely loved hearing her make that sound. She did it again as her pussy tightened around him in pulsating rhythm, bliss taking over her body. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop," he rasped as her hips crashed down onto him.

He felt like he saw stars as he exploded inside of her, feeling his entire body hum. He sat up and held her to him while her hips still rode, his head on her breast. Their sounds of pleasure intermingled---her sighs and his moans, both panting with fulfilled desire. His arms were still holding her tightly and she stroked his face softly. Neither of them wanted to move and break the spell.

She realized she was probably crushing him and went to raise her hips. He hated her moving but he did not want her to be sore later. Well, a little sore was okay. 😉

Her lips covered his as she pulled him up and removed what was left of his shirt hanging from his wrists.

"Is your day going a bit better now, Commander?" she asked him, ever the naughty girl that he adored. He led her over to the oversized shower and turned it on.

"The night is still young, my naughty Tink," he smirked as he kissed her. So fucking unexpected.