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Lust At Sea

“Please, please say you will come with me, Babe.” Carolyn pleaded with Jim. I want you to go on this cruise with me. We can fuck all night long. I’ll pay for it, what do you say?”

She was making an offer he knew he couldn’t refuse. He wanted to go on the cruise, but as far as fucking her? That he was not so sure of. It had happened once before and he was so repelled by it to the point of nausea that he wasn’t going to repeat it.

Carolyn was slightly overweight and not very pretty but she had a good heart, and she loved Jim. She would do anything in the world for him, and all she wanted in return was to be loved back.

Jim, on the other hand, was a player and a very handsome man who liked his women to be pretty no matter how shallow they were. But if the going got rough he knew Carolyn would be waiting for him.

“Sure, I would love to go!”

He sounded so excited.

So he let her plan the trip and spend all the money knowing in the back of his mind that he had no intentions of fucking her. In fact, once they were aboard the ship, she was never going to see him. He planned to spend the entire time chasing after pretty women.

But what he didn’t know was that Carolyn suspected he might try this.

So on the first night aboard the ship when she tried unzipping his pants and he through her hands off of him, she pushed back on the bed as hard as she could.

“Carolyn, what are you doing?” He screamed.

She said not a word. She tied his hands, she tied his feet.

When she finally did speak she said, “I would like to see you get away from me now!”

She kissed his mouth, over and over her tongue intertwining with his until he groaned with pleasure. By the time she reached for his cock it was so big it was bulging out of his pants. She unzipped him. She went down in him. He had never groaned with such pleasure! It wasn’t like this the last time he was with her, or was it? She licked him all over. And when they were through, she untied him.

But he didn’t run away, instead he held her sweetly in his big strong arms.

“What was I thinking?” He whispered in her ear. “No other girl could compare to you, pretty or not.” Then he thought for a moment. “You know, that was the best damn time I’ve ever had being tied up.”

She just laughed.

THE END

 

 

 

I've been a short story writer for about ten years I also write poetry.

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