Down in the ship’s hold, the air thick with rust and sweat. The treadmill hums. He’s there, blindfolded, earplugged, chained in his puffy diaper panties. Tenth sub. Starving, parched. My pussy clenches. I’ve chased cum from nine cocks already. This one’s the prize. Heart pounds. Forbidden. No one’s watching. Excitement surges, hot between my thighs. Carcan bites my neck, shoulders ache, but fuck, the thrill. I decide. I’ll feed him. Then take what I need. Lips part. Breath quickens. Nipples harden under the strain. Transgression calls. I step closer.
His mouth opens for the fork. Chews hungrily. ‘Fuck, thanks!’ Voice gravelly, echoing. We feed him scraps. Water’s tricky—chains too short. I lift his hood. Earbuds blast Japanese. Sensory hell. He loves it, or he’d safeword. Eau flees, overwhelmed. I’m alone with him. Plate half-empty. I fork more in, arms screaming. His belly flat, muscled. Hand slides down. Stops at the bulge. He begs. ‘Touch me! Morning handjobs tease, no cum. Evenings same. Visits taunt. Please!’ I press my tit to his palm. He gropes. ‘Woman. Suck me!’ Kneel. Teeth tug panties down. Cock springs free. Thick, veined, tip glistening pre-cum. Saliva floods my mouth. I swallow it whole. Hot, throbbing. Veins pulse on my tongue. He groans. Hips buck.
The Awakening Pulse
Suction tight. Tongue swirls the head. Balls heavy, neglected. He lasts seven seconds. ‘Sorry! Fuck!’ Cum erupts. Thick ropes blast my throat. Salty, bitter, endless. Gulp it down. Mission complete? No, afternoon’s late. Exhausted. But his load’s mine. Danny appears. Gives him my piss from the barrel. Treadmill restarts. Walker moans. I shut it off again. More food later. Piss in a pitcher. He drinks grateful. Touches my tits. Promises nothing. Japanese lessons. Up top, Scott face-fucks me. Captain cums on tits. Lick it off deck. Vide-couilles laps the rest. Toilettes next. Ryan takes Service while I eat her out. She screams orgasm. All nine loads. Success. Gode removed. Free.
Bouc emissaire eats my dripping cunt. Tongue flicks clit. Fingers curl inside. Edge of bliss. Choice: cum now, or hold for tomorrow. I hold. Vide-couilles fucks me tender. Three orgasms rip through. Waves crash. Then drop hits. Shakes. Tears. Cold sweat. Climb to captain’s cabin. ‘Olivier.’ He holds me. Blanket warm. Carcan off. Hot tisane with honey. Snuggle close. ‘Good job.’ Laugh through shivers. He gets it. No clients, just guests. Safety. Rebuild. Carcan back. ‘P’tite pute returns.’ Secret kept. Back to the game. Thrill lingers. That hold blowjob? Pure taboo fire. No one knows my depths. I crave more.