“Did you know that dolphins have huge cocks?” Giovanni says to me, shortly after swallowing the spend of my own lavish member. He glances over, shielding his eyes from the sun. He is all bronzed skin, a ripe berry mouth, and golden hair curling from the damp, a mermaid with long legs instead of a tail and a succulent cock to play with. And he likes to sail! How could I be so lucky?
“How big are we talking?” I ask.
“At least the size of a man’s forearm.”
“Impressive.”
“And they’re mostly hard all the time.”
“Just like me,” I tease.
“You’re not supposed to swim too close to them or they may try to mount you, and you’ll most likely drown.”
One might think Giovanni’s musings are absurd, and sometimes they are purely for the listener’s enjoyment, but more often, he’s trying to make a point. “Are you fantasizing about being fucked by a fish, Giovanni?”
“Mammal, Sir, but it has got me thinking… it’s been a while since you’ve fucked me on your boat.” He says this with a knowing little smirk and a flirtatious nudge of his foot.
“Has it?” I play dumb even though I’ve been looking forward to this day for months. “Have you missed the incomparable pleasure of having your sweet cheeks pounded by my monster cock?”
Laughing, he sits up and plucks a handful of cold figs from the cooler. “I have,” he admits as his eyes slowly rake over my naked, hirsute body. My cock is already rising like a mainsail at his attention. I roll onto my side and prop myself up with one elbow to watch him slowly lick between two figs as if they were a pair of weighty testicles.
“You are too tempting, princess.” I steal one of his figs and pop it in my mouth, so sweet and delicious. I gesture to him, “You are like one of those oversexed nymphs from your mythical tales, tempting married men to cheat on their wives and creating all sorts of drama in the gods’ playground.”
“So, youarelistening,” he says, delighted.
“I always listen. I can’t always remember. I am like that big-dicked god. What was his name?”
“Priapus,” he says.
“Yes, Priapus, the most blessed of them all.” I reach down to stroke myself. “My dick is very interested to see how this story ends.”
“I’m a little nervous,” he says, staring at my cock as though transfixed. “It’s been a while.”
“Have you been doing your exercises?”
“Every single day.” He licks his lips in an exaggerated way. They are still puffy from my kisses and the labor of fellating my cock.
“Dimmi,what is the biggest object you’ve ever had inside you?”
“It’s not your dick,” he says with a laugh.
“What then?”
“Probably Master’s fist.” Giovanni glances to my own hands, which are massive. Valentin’s fingers were long and elegant, like a pianist. Mine are thick and calloused like a stonemason.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes, but I’m not sure about these paws.” He draws one of my hands into his lap, forming it into a fist.
“Do you want me to fist you?” I have no experience fisting subs, but I’d learn, for him.
“No, I mostly did it for Master, because that was one of his kinks. He was too humble to ask me the first time, so I had to beg him until he gave in. It was… intense.” He glances up at me. “You can ask for things too, Sir, or take them. You are not as humble as Master.”
“Arrogante,” I remark, something he has accused me of being before.
“Yes, but I like it,” he says and kisses the top of my fist.
“I am better with my cock anyway.” I drag my knuckles along his smooth inner thigh, then squeeze his tender flesh. He opens his legs wider while his prick swells, pointing in my direction and wet at the tip.
