The effects of a substantial meal did their work and I cleaned myself up with thoroughness as the captain had requested.Dinesh was not squeamish in the least, and he would have laughed over any accident in the course of our lovemaking.I myself would much rather avoid an unsavoury incident.
By the time I arrived back at our rooms, having passed Squid with a nod, the captain had removed his jacket and shirt and unbuttoned the top button of his trousers.
Not wasting time, then.
I shut the door, threw the latch, and immediately divested myself of my clothes in that very spot.When I was naked, I strode over to the table, climbed up facing away from him, and laid myself on its clothed surface, after tucking my prick along the tablecloth so that it lay trapped between my thighs and aimed behind me.I bent my calves over my back and spread my knees, so that all the goods pointed in his direction.Then I rested my cheek on my folded arms and sighed.
“Fucking bloody Christ,” he muttered breathlessly.
“Bon appetit, mon capitaine.”
Huh.I can speak French too, you tosser.
I gazed at him over my shoulder, sucked on my finger, reached behind me and promptly poked it up my arse, all the way to the knuckle, making a soft sound of surrender.
In a moment he was between my knees, grasping my hips and spreading my arse cheeks, licking up the underside of my cock and circling where my finger was buried.
I pulled my finger out, and clutched the edge of the table, giving myself over to his eager attentions.His strong hands had me and they squeezed my cheeks, pushing me against the table as Dinesh bit and sucked at my hole and my bent-back prick, making me whimper, gasp and grunt with embarrassing frequency.I scrambled to stay centred on the table, the cloth slipping back and forth as the captain pulled at me in a frenzy of excitement.
He made the most appalling display of bad table manners, I must say, as he slurped and pawed at me, not even reaching for a napkin, but wiping his cheek on the skin of my hip and going at me again.
I groaned and gasped as his tongue made its slithery way to my ballocks, poking and sliding as he circled the tiny bulbs beneath my skin, moving them about in their containment as I went feral with desire.
“Oh God.Fuck!You’ll finish me!”
“I don’t give a flying fuck if I do, Rooster.You shan’t stop me having my way with you, so hold off or not, it’s nothing to me.”
Of course, those careless words only made me more excited, but I tried to clamp down on my desperation.I desired to hold off because I wanted to enjoy everything he had planned until the last moment.
Would he go ahead and fuck me, even if I finished early and thus became less enthusiastic about having a giant prick up my arse?
Probably.
He tugged me back so I was bent over the edge of the table, my feet scrabbling against the floor as he spread me wide and nudged his cock at my hole, using one hand to smear the slick from my spit-soaked arse over himself before pushing in and making me choke on my tongue.
I yelped, and he pulled back immediately.
“Too much?Too soon?”
“No!Do it again.Fucking pillar me, Captain!”I cried out.
He gripped me more firmly and pushed his truncheon in fast and hard, making me groan from deep in my chest.He made high-pitched sounds of intense pleasure that thrilled my ears as he rutted into me.The table creaked, the cloth cover shifting with our bodies as I slid fore and aft, kept in place by his grip on my hips as our bodies slammed together.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, eyes wide, hands grasping the edge of the table so hard my knuckles were white.“Do it, do it, do it.”
“What?”He panted.“What?”
“Spend, for fuck’s sake.Oh God.Finish inside me.Fill me up with your spunk as you like to do, Captain, for I am your willing vessel and live only to please you.”
Dinesh gave a guttural cry and went still, trembling as he emptied into me.
“Oh my fuck,” he panted.
I was still hard as a plinth and desperate.Dinesh thrust a few more times before withdrawing and slapping my arse.
“Such a good little seed-bucket.”
I whimpered and let go of the table, gazing over my shoulder at him with a silent plea for assistance.
