Rock the Boat: Just A Ship’s Whore

August 5, 2024

Day Three: Lost at Sea

We have been out here for two days. I don’t know how much longer I can resist. In the first 24 hours, he made my walls wetter than this ocean that we’re lost in. I want him to dive into me, to explore the deepest parts, and to rock the boat.

When I agreed to come on this fishing expedition, I figured I’d be the only woman on a boat with big, veiny strong men. I didn’t expect to be so turned on. I knew there would be hard work, I didn’t expect for there to be hard cocks too.

I’ve been getting distracted, wondering if I should taste the chef for breakfast and ride the captain by night…or take them both at once.

Day Four… The Ship’s Whore

I’ve succumbed to my urges. I feel like a dirty little slut and I like it. Chef was making breakfast and I volunteered to help him. With a boat full of big men with big appetites I can’t be the only thing they eat. Chef decided to prepare sausage. It was long, big and meaty. I wondered if it was as long as the bulge in his pants. I reached to feel but no. I couldn’t rock the boat, I had to keep myself in check, although I really wished for the Chef to put me in my place.

Grab me from the back and bent me over on the counter. Feel me with his hard long meat and don’t stop. I fantasized about it so much I didn’t notice I put the sausage in my mouth. Chef stared at me as I pulled it out of my throat, spit dripping down my chin. I thought I would be disciplined and how right I was.

Rock The Boat

He dropped his pants and said if I wanted something to suck I could start right here. I froze. I didn’t expect him to do that. My body was writhing. My pussy so wet, I dropped my panties, and still I couldn’t believe it. He walked over and grabbed me by my hair, putting my face into his groin and shoving his penis down my throat. Then it came to me instinctually. I sucked on his long cock. Nice and sloppy. Spitting on his dick and slurping it back. I could see in his eyes he didn’t think I would be able to deep throat, but I showed him.

Chef picked me up and laid me on the island. While pushing my legs open, I could feel every inch, every vein as he put himself in my tight little hole. Oh my God. He felt so good. I can still feel him. Every thrust. I touch myself thinking about him. When he finished he took his dick out and came on my titties. We surely rocked the boat that night. I can’t wait for dinner.

Rock The Boat A Little More…

Captain Hardin aka Hardcock snuck into my room at night once the anchor was dropped to drop a load off into me. I loved his rough hands in my hair as he shoved his cock between my lips. He rocked into my skull, no regard for breathing, so it’s a good thing I can hold my breath. I allowed him to make a mess of my face before he flipped me onto my hands and knees for doggy.

I felt his thick, veiny cock push into me, sliding inch by inch into my sore, used cunt, wondering if he could feel the creampie Chef had fed me earlier in the day. Biting my lip, but I couldn’t help the yelps that escaped as he pounded my cunt ferociously, using my wet folds for his pleasure. We rock the bed as we rock the boat.

Just then, a cool breeze hits my sweaty face and we both look up to my door. It was Chef, still in his uniform. My heart raced, but Captain Hardcock didn’t stop. He smirks as walks around to my bedside, putting a finger in my mouth, and I instinctively sucked it. Was he going to feed me again? He drops his pants and pulls out that veiny sausage from earlier. I lick my lips and take him into my mouth, but Hardcock’s pushes from behind force him into my throat.

They used my mouth and my pussy, and I was rocked like a bow and a stern. I let them rock the boat, filling me up from both ends.