Page 3 of The Freeuse Proposal
The pirate seizes my wrists, pulling them tightly behind my back to secure them with his belt. As he binds me, I glance around the room and catch the eye of a man by the bay window. He smiles, raising his glass in acknowledgement. My gaze shifts to the pirate as he steps in front of me and pushes down his pants, revealing an impressive cock. I doubt I’ll be able to take all of him in my mouth.
But I’m determined to try.
He puts his hands on my head, avoiding the crown, and guides my mouth closer to him. With my wrists bound, all I can do is use my tongue to lick the salty pre-cum on his cock from the base to the tip. I lavish it with plenty of saliva and swirl my tongue around the end, focusing on the underside right beneath the head. He groans and guides himself deeper into my mouth. I work my throat around him, adjusting to the size, and when he’s finally buried to the hilt, he rocks his hips.
Holy hell, he can fit! I’m surprised at how he’s able to get in all the way. It’s tight, but I feel like a world-class cock-sucker for accommodating his full length.
The pirate’s scent, a combination of that orange smell and his own unique musk, fills my senses as I taste his skin. It’s a heady mixture that lingers on the tongue, and I like it. I could suck on this guy all night and be happy.
I try to breathe steadily, but I don’t quite have a handle on it yet. Each time he pulls most of the way out, my body takes over, sucking in a deep breath. Being bound and at his mercy triggers something primal in me, something that bypasses thought and taps into pure instinct. I’m a slut who loves being used, and in this moment, it’s all I want to be.
I look up at him as he slowly fucks my mouth. There’s something comforting about not being in charge, and trusting this older guy to make the decisions and take care of me. My mouth is full and stretched, but he’s not being rough. I relax into his hold on my head and let him have my mouth while my body hums with desire.
“What a good girl, letting me use your mouth while all these people watch. You like it, don’t you?” he asks as he strokes my cheek almost tenderly while still guiding me on and off his cock with the other hand.
I moan my agreement as he moves faster. I want him to fill my mouth with cum until I can’t swallow it all. But before he can finish, he pulls away, leaving me desperate for more. I watch ashe adjusts himself, my eyes following the outline of his erection as it disappears into his pants.
I’m left kneeling with my tits still hanging out of my dress. I see a few other couples having sex, while another woman glances over at me appreciatively. When the pirate pulls me up, he kisses me. His lips are hungry and possessive, his tongue exploring my mouth with a passion that mirrors my own. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation, forgetting about the crowd around us and focusing only on him.
This guy has an unfamiliar power over me. All he did was call me a good girl and give me an orgasm, and suddenly I’m ready to follow him around all night and be his personal fucktoy.
He breaks off the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. When I open my eyes, lust is written all over his face, and he asks, “You ready for me?”
His breath is warm, and I whimper from being so turned on. I don’t know if it’s the authority he projects or his incredible kiss, but I’d do anything for him to finish what he started.
I whimper in response, my need so intense that I can barely think. “Please,” I beg.
He turns me around towards a hallway and I can tell that’s the direction he wants to go, but before we take a step, he whispers into my ear, “I’m tempted to take what that green ribbon is offering.”
My eyes widen, and I shiver at the thought of him fucking me in the ass. Isn’t that what I wanted when I chose the green ribbon? I might sometimes think I’m shy, but I really want all my holes filled tonight—and now I want my pirate to be the one who fills them.
He grins. “You like the idea of getting that cute little butt of yours stuffed full of my cock?”
I manage to nod. My mind is cloudy from being so horny. “I’ve only done it once...” I struggle to find the right words, then decide to just say exactly what I’m thinking, “I want you to do whatever you want to me. Please?”
That sounds a lot less desperate than it feels, and he kisses my neck, close to my ear, and whispers, “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Does this mean he’s going to fuck my ass? God, am I going to have to beg for it? Tonight is turning out to be better than I ever imagined, all because of the sexy pirate with a Scottish accent.
“First,” the pirate says, “you must do as I say.”
I grin with excitement. “Aye aye, captain!”
He removes his belt from my wrists and loops it through his pants. I vibrate with yearning as I watch him, and his lips twist into a knowing smile as he leads me down the hallway to a dimly lit gaming room. The scent of leather and cigar smoke fills my nostrils as we enter. There’s a gaming table to one side,surrounded by four guys playing poker, but the pirate leads me to a large leather couch in the middle of the room.
“Get on your hands and knees and stick your cute little butt out. Let me get a good look at that pretty hole.”
He pushes me down onto the couch, and I can feel the coolness of the leather against my knees. No one has ever talked to me this way, and having an older guy I don’t know saying these things to me somehow makes it filthier.
I blush as I hold on to the backrest of the couch and realize I’m facing the guys playing poker. They’ve abandoned their game and are watching us with interest. My body lights up with pleasure, knowing they’re about to get a graphic show as I get fucked.
My pussy throbs, the anticipation of the pirate fucking me is driving me crazy. I want him to take me, to make me scream in ecstasy. He pushes up my skirt, fingers tracing up and down my wet slit. I moan, and the watching men are suddenly forgotten as my head drops, crown tumbling onto the sofa cushions. The teasing is exquisite, each touch sending a jolt of sensation through me. I’m so sensitive that I might come all over his hand at any moment.
When I feel a finger pressing against my asshole, I arch my back and instinctively move against him. He removes his finger and a sharp spank on my ass startles me, making me squeak in surprise.
“Stay still and quiet, Alice.”
“Sorry, captain,” I mutter, my face flushing with embarrassment.
