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New (Old) Material Extra 2
🕑 Added 2022-08-26 08:05:59 +0000 UTChey there.
Some updates about the present state of things:
Thanks for sticking with me while I was a bit blocked and dealing with some issues. I've been building up the Major Pump section, but don't be afraid, the shackles are coming off soon and we are going to have quite the orgy.
I will write the next Foxy and Fuckey part for chyoa (bad girls in Ian's office) where he will interrogate them about their doings!
Also I (finally) have a really good idea for the next part of The Nun, where she will go into the bowels of the monastery to visit the Onanists - gooners who spend their whole perverted lives jerking off. And she's going to meet some interesting specimens!
Let me know what you'd like too see first if you like.
This next part carries straight on from where the last one lest off.
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When Anya had pushed the door open and stepped into the room, she could hear a voice call out through the dim light which clouded it.
“Who is it!? A gruff, hoarse voice enquired from somewhere further into the room, shielded by a set of heavy drapes.
The voice was decidedly male, belonging to Captain Crookes no doubt.
“I’m here to make you an offer.” Anya replied, closing the door behind.
“Well… fuck… can’t it wait!?” The voice called out from the dark.
“All I ask is two minutes of your time! I can promise you that you won’t be disappointed by my offer.” Anya was doing her best to be shrewd, baiting the captain to listen to her offer.
“Alright, you’ve got two minutes.” The voice replied, and Anya could hear something moving towards her behind the drapes, accompanied by dark muttering.
Suddenly, the drapes were tossed aside, and captain Crookes appeared out of the dimness.
Anya was slightly surprised by the fact that the captain was naked, but she had figured that he wasn’t too prude about appearing naked in front of young women.
The captain looked to be at least ten years older than her, but still giving of a certain atmosphere of virility. He had a full head of curly, ginger-coloured hair, with a roughly kempt beard over his strong jaw, while his body was similarly strong and broad in shape; thickly muscled arms going out from his wide shoulders. Crookes’ abdomen was partly covered by scars in different shapes and sizes, giving the impression that he was a man who had seen his share of violence over the years.
He matched Anya’s idea of what the captain of a freighter should look like, although she hadn’t pictured them as sporting hard ten inch cocks that jutted as they walked.
“So, what you got to say then?” Crookes inquired, his hands resting on his hips.
Anya was forced to admit that the sight of Crookes’ cock standing straight over his pair of large testicles was turning her on.
A sheen of sweat hinted that the captain had been busy for a while now.
“I’m in the need of transport to the other side of the sea, for me and three others.” Anya was about to go on, but was startled by the appearance of a buxom young brunette with bronzed skin from behind the drapes.
“Crooky, are you coming back to bed?” The young woman asked, giving Anya a glance that suggested to Anya that she was worried about competition.
“In a minute, babe. Just head back to bed while I finish my business here.” Crookes replied, and the gestured for Anya to continue.
“As I was saying,” Anya began, “I’m looking for passage for a party of four. We’ve got some gadgets to pay you with if you accept.”
“You’re in an awful hurry to get out of Obille, are you?” Crookes interrupted Anya.
“Like I said, we’ve can offer you good gear if you give us room on your boat.” Anya tried her best to look unmoved by Crookes’ blunt question.
“Miss, if I’m going to risk my life, my boat and my crew by harbouring runaways, the pay has got to be better than a few old trinkets,” Crookes stopped talking and took a good look at Anya’s figure while a drop of cum dripped from the tip of his cock to splatter against the floor, “but I’m ready to take you if you change the pay. Let me put this way; are any of your three friends female?”
“Yeah, two of them are female.” Anya replied. She had a good idea of where this was going, but found it best to humour the captain by letting him make the offer on his own.
“And do they look as hot as you do?”
“One of them does. The other one’s even better-looking.”
“And the bloke that’s going with ain’t the territorial type, is he?”
To this, Anya merely shook her head.
“Alright then, I’ll let you on my boat if you entertain me during the passage, and pay me the gadgets which you talked about. That’s my one and only offer. Do you accept it?”
“That’s a deal,” said Anya, pleased to have struck a bargain that looked as if it might be as pleasurable as it was mutually beneficial.
“Good, let’s shake on it,” said Crookes.
Anya approached and held out her hand for Crookes to grasp, but was surprised to find that he didn’t offer it, leaving his hands where they were for the moment, on his hips.
“That’s not exactly what I have in mind for you to shake, my darling,” said Crookes with a seductive grin. Even naked, his shaggy beard and hard body made him look astonishingly nautical. Crookes met Anya’s stare and the both of them slowly looked down to his enormous, thoroughly tumescent cock. “Now if you’d care to shiver my timbers, if I may be so bold, I think you’d find you have yourself a deal.”
“Won’t she mind?” said Anya, indicating the tasty, tanned minx observing the proceedings with interest, the spectacular orbs of her tits glinting in the dim light of the room, her big dark eyes unreadable.
“Tanya?” said Crookes incredulously, “her, mind? Where do you think I’m going to blow my load, my dear?”
At this he cackled heartily and motioned for Tanya to come down from the bed and kneel in front of him. She did this eagerly, her busty boobs jiggling invitingly as she shimmied into position in front of the jutting penis.
“Now be aware,” said Crookes to Anya, “Tanya and I have been enjoying each other for quite some time, so don’t be surprised if I shoot quicker than a modest man might.”
Anya nodded and kneeled down level with Crookes’ groin, taking the Captain’s stiff tool in her fist and pointing it directly at Tanya. Tanya licked her lips in excitement at Crookes as he gave out a series of encouraging moans when Anya began to fist his hard tool. The hot meat was already slick in her grip, probably from an agglomeration of Tanya’s sticky pussy juices and Crookes’ copious precum, and she found that it helped her piston her hand hard and fast over the sizeable length.
“Where do you want it?” said Anya to Tanya, trying to be polite.
“Surprise me,” said Tanya, “I don’t want to get too messy though, I’m dancing downstairs in about two minutes.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Crookes as his body began to spasm in response to Anya’s determined stroking, arching his lower back and thrusting his dick closer to Tanya’s sexy face. As Anya’s hand became a blur on his shaft, the throbbing member suddenly spat a heavy string of cum that painted Tanya from her forehead to her chin, a thick droplet suspended from her nose which dripped downwards in a long white line. Tanya yelped in surprise and delight as a further succession of creamy bolts splattered all over her upper body, with Anya yanking the pulsating rod at different angles to splash Tanya on the chin, in her hair, against her collarbone, and all over her tits, which presented such a big target they were almost impossible to miss. After a minute or so, Crookes’ orgasm began to subside, and Tanya was giggling at the amount of semen that had been pasted all over her.
“Now go and get onstage, you’re late!” said Crookes, spanking Tanya firmly on her pert asscheeks. The girl shrieked and hustled herself out of the room, cum dribbling off her magnificent body.
“I guess we have a deal after all,” said Crookes to Anya after Tanya had departed, “and I’ve got the feeling I’m going to enjoy this voyage. Now were sailing at six, sharp, so you’d better be there with your precious cargo or we’ll leave you right behind.”
“Understood,” said Anya. “We’ll be there.”
At that, Anya departed the room and went back downstairs to join the rest of her group. When she reached them, Erin was staring open-mouthed at the stage. Although Lara was looking on with what might be called professional interest.
“What’s the matter?” said Anya.
“Some slut is dancing on the stage and she’s absolutely covered in cum!” exclaimed Erin in shock.
“Oh that,” said Anya. “It’s a long story…”
While Tanya performed on stage, her cum-stained body nestled closely to the sharp metal pole around which the platform had been raised, Anya chatted with her friends.
As the minutes went by, Anya saw Captain Crookes descend down into the main barroom, now fully dressed. When he passed by her table, he gave her a discrete nod, his face distorted into a lecherous grin.
“Who was that?” Lara had noticed the way in which Crookes had greeted Anya.
“That was the captain of the freighter which we’ll be travelling on.” At first, Anya settled with that, but changed her mind and added; “He’s got a big cock!”
This caused Lara and Sebastian to explode with laughter, while Erin had to stop from spitting out her drink.
“Shit, how the hell did I manage to get mixed up with such a bunch of degenerates?” Erin wondered, once she had recovered from the initial shock.
“Hey, it’s not like you’re a fucking pillar of chastity and goodness,” Anya smiled at Erin, “You looked pretty god damn comfortable when you were sucking dick back in that tent.”
While Lara and Sebastian laughed again, Erin smilingly shook her head and finished her drink.
By now, Tanya’s performance was coming to an end; the bronze-skinned stripped rubbing her wet snatch against the cool metal while the patrons cheered her on.
“Well Erin, the captain did that…” Anya nodded at Tanya, who was still sporting several long strands of cum on her skin.
“Aw hell, looks like I’ve got competition!” Sebastian chuckled as he noted the extent of seed left on Tanya’s curvy body.
Watching Tanya finish and cross the floor of the bar, a big burly guard walking behind her and making sure that no one tried to jump at her, Anya started thinking.
“Sebastian,” Anya said after a while, “will you follow with me upstairs?”
“Yeah, sure. Why?” The tall blonde man replied.
“I figure that Tanya might know a thing or two about our Captain Crookes.”
The barman noted that Anya approached the stairs; this time followed by a man, but didn’t do anything to stop the two from climbing up to the second floor.
Anya’s knock on Tanya’s door was followed by the stripper shouting “Yeah!?” from beyond it, to which Anya responded by turning the handle and pushing the door open.
“Well, fuck. If it isn’t Captain Crookes’ latest aide?” Tanya was standing a few feet from the door, her naked body glistening from the water which she had used to wash clean with.
“And you brought a friend…” Tanya noted as she looked at Sebastian, her gaze lingering on him for a few extra seconds.
“We need to speak with you.” Anya said as Sebastian closed the door again.
“Alright, but my time ain’t free.”
Anya was prepared for Tanya’s reply, and threw the naked stripper a small metal box.
Opening it, Tanya found twelve neatly rolled cigarettes inside it.
“Ah, I do believe that these are Old Man Williams making.” Tanya sounded pleased as she smelled the tobacco.
“Is that a fact?” Anya had to admit that she had no idea of who had made the cigarettes; she had taken them from Billy Pocket’s desk.
“Yeah, he makes them himself from tobacco shipped in from beyond the sea.” Tanya had strolled over to a small desk near the drapes which blocked the view of her bedroom.
Sitting down in a chair and lighting the cigarette, Tanya spread her legs wide to allow Sebastian and Anya a good view of her wet pussy, a triangular patch of curly brown hair placed above her bald vaginal lips.
“So, what I can do for you?” Tanya took a drag of the cigarette, and let out a long stream of smoke.
“You can tell us about Captain Crookes.” Sebastian said as he took a step forwards.
“Shit honey, I’ve seen you before!” Tanya shifted her gaze from Sebastian over to Anya, “You bought him from Billy?”
“Billy Pocket’s got a sword through his throat!” Sebastian spat out before Anya had gotten a chance to say anything.
To Anya’s surprise, Tanya began to chuckle with amusement.
“Billy Pocket was an asshole,” she finally said, “and you could carve him up and use him for fish bait for all I care.”
Both Anya and Sebastian were utterly relieved by Tanya’s reaction.
“However, I still demand a little something for keeping my mouth shut about you killing Pocket.” Tanya smiled as Anya felt her heart sink.
“Alright,” Anya sighed, “what do you want?”
“The way I figure is that Sebastian is leaving Obille with you. All I ask, in return for keeping quiet about Billy and telling you about Crookes, is a taste of what he’s packing in those pants of his. It’d be a shame if I was to miss out on that!”
In response, Sebastian undid his pants, and hauled out his long cock, the thick tube of hardening flesh hanging down between his thighs.
“And I do believe that he accepts my offer!” Tanya giggled as she watched Sebastian’s cock begin to swell.
The blonde hunk quickly stripped out of his clothes, Tanya observing him doing it while circling a finger over her cunt.
“So,” Anya began, somewhat distracted by being the only one in the room who wasn’t naked, “what can you tell me about Crookes?”
“He’s a good man, a bit rough around the edges perhaps. But he wouldn’t sell you as slaves or anything like that. If you got a deal with him, he’ll hold his part of it. I figure that’s what you really wanted to know, isn’t it?” Tanya looked up at Anya, her hand still circling over her crotch.
Anya smiled and looked over at Sebastian, “Alright Sebastian, she’s all yours…”
Satisfied that her question had been enough to serve Anya’s curiosity, Tanya was free to concentrate on the stiffening length in front of her. “My God,” she sad, “just how big is that thing? It’s still growing!”
It was true. Sebastian’s member was lengthening to a size that was now larger than prodigious. Anya, who had smoked the hard cock herself, knew that it was going to take a special something on Tanya’s part to deal with the dick. Both women watched, eyes visibly widening at the inflating tool, now rising to full tumescence and sticking put at a perfect right-angle from Sebastian’s groin. The trunk was ridged with thick branches of veins and crowned with a glossy cockhead, while two enormous testicles churned ominously underneath the tool, throbbing and dilating with a regular rhythm.
“Actually,” said Sebastian, “if I’m particularly excited, I tend to reach a full thirteen inches.”
“And what about now?” said Tanya, dropping to her knees and beginning to crawl on all fours over to Sebastian. “Are you excited? Did you like watching my pole dance? I get very excited up there. I creamed myself at the thought of you watching me. Did you like my dance? Did it turn you on to know that my hair, face and boobs were plastered in cum? That I had just been fucked like the nasty slut I am? I go crazy when a guy cums on me. I just have to show off. It’s the slut in me. Do you know how I convinced the owner of this bar to take me on as a dancer? I walked in here, introduced myself, and we had a nice chat.”
By this time, Tanya had crawled up to level with Sebastian’s dick and was staring down it. Then she looked up into his eyes as she said, “All the time I had a fresh strand of cum dangling from my chin.”
When she finished this sentence, she opened her lips wide and slid her mouth over the end of Sebastian’s dick, taking nothing more than the head between her moist lips. Her face was in a pouting expression as she rocking back and forth by millimetres, all the while looking Sebastian straight in the eyes. Fluttering her eyelashes, she allowed the cockend pop out and rest on her chin while she tickled the livid purple head with her tongue, flicking it all over the business end of Sebastian’s weapon. Smiling, sucking, licking and oozing confidence, Tanya took control of the heaving, pulsating staff, teasing Sebastian mercilessly. At one point, she wrapped her right hand round the cock, slowly jerking it off, withdrew her mouth, touched the tip of her tongue to her teeth and winked at Anya, allowing a drop of precum to form and slowly extend downwards from her lower lip.
This was just as much a show as her pole dance had been, and it had Anya entranced. Tanya sighed theatrically after a few more minutes of her spirited cocksucking, after which long blobs of saliva cascaded from the sides of her mouth.
“Now I’ve just gone to the trouble of making myself nice and clean, I can’t help but feel I’m going to get quite messy again.”
“You have no idea,” said Anya.
Tanya turned to look at Anya after her remark, and it was at this point that Sebastian blew his load all over her delectable boobs, coating the two bronzed, gorgeous mounds with sticky semen that slithered all down the busty orbs to slide onto her belly and pool on her thighs. Turning back to face the blast, Tanya took the next few loads in her face, the ecstatic expression livened immeasurably with each sticky surge of sperm.
“Come on,” Tanya urged, “is that all you’ve got? I want more. I want more sperm than Crooky blew on me, I want to wear it and show him what he’s gonna miss when he goes to sea.”
In response to her demands, and through gritted teeth, Sebastian jerked his shaft harder in the buxom stripper’s face and released a further deluge onto the cum-hungry slut, this time sending a number of liberal splashes into her mouth, which Tanya collected and then allowed to drool out over her bottom lip, chin, and over her cumglazed boobs. By the time Sebastian had finished, Tanya was eventually quiescent, Sebastian’s sweat-covered, heaving body looming over the cum-covered stripper on her knees in front of him.
