Captain Anne Hitchcock is arrested on false charges. She tries to find answers by seducing her jailor. Meanwhile, her queer crew get hot and sweaty as they look for a way to free her. Will her old fling marry her with a literal ball and chain or will the eccentric yet kinky pirate, Captain “Long” Peck come to her aid?
Warning: This explicit 10,500 word story is intended for adults only. Contains debauchery, a domineering female captain, her cocky gay first-mate, a charming bisexual pirate, a transgender pirate, explicit sex, oral sex, anal sex, two hot threesomes, double penetration, and the return of the peg-leg strap-on!
Excerpt:
Anne nodded and stepped into the spacious room. It was larger than it looked from the outside, with purple velvet curtains, bright Persian rugs, and exquisite artwork along the walls. She examined one, an older painting with two men engaged in a lewd act. The one next to it had a beautiful woman, naked, and lounging in an ornate chair.
“Ah, if only I could steal an artist to paint you,” Peck said wistfully as he stood by her side. “Alas I can only imagine I possess such a magnificent piece.” Then he headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” Anne asked, feeling a little uneasy about being by herself. Her emotions were still raw about losing her livelihood, and she wished for friendly company.
Peck glanced back with a surprised look. “I didn’t want to impose and thought you’d prefer to be alone. I have plenty of other rooms that I can sleep in.”
Anne swaggered over to the pirate and put her arms around his neck. “Sleep with me, Richard,” she whispered into his ear.
He hesitated at first, then his hand pressed against her back. “Anne.” He breathed her name. “Of course.”
Gently he urged her to the bed as she loosened his leather jerkin. Her hands explored his muscled pecs and shoulders while pushing his shirt open. Peck deftly unbuttoned her blouse and he slipped his arms around her naked waist, pulling her bare chest against his. His lips found hers and she kissed him furiously. Their tongues dueled, fighting to invade the other’s mouth.
Anne broke away to lay back on the crisp, silky sheets. Peck wrestled her boots off and yanked at her trousers. At one time she would have dominated Peck, taking command of their love-making session. But as she pulled her nude legs back to shield herself, she felt weak, exposed in front of the pirate.
Peck unbuckled his belt and smiled at her. “I am at your disposal, captain.”
Dropping his trousers, he leaned over her and kissed her forehead, his arms curling around her shoulders, his hands cupping the back of her neck. “There is no pressure. I only want to serve you, comfort you, through this hard time.”
She nodded and gripped him across his back, nestling her head against his. Her legs relaxed around his body, rubbing naked skin to skin. His cock hardened along her crotch but he didn’t advance. Mewling into his ear she pressed her pussy lips to his rod, feeling her wetness on his length.
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