"Miss Nell, sir?"
"Is there another?" I could see her in her small herb garden bobbing up and down as worked with a hoe. Sunlight drawing out the light freckles across bridge of her nose. My cock stretched beneath my stomach. "Give me the the flogger" I demanded from Martenes.
"No, sir," he said flatly as he brushed my hair away from my face. "You don't have to do this. Miss Nell is young, sir, but she is not a child. You have sailors on board who are the same age as Miss Nell and not half as grown. I looked at him and saw something I hadn't seen in the three years I had been in command of the Liberty Rose. Lust. I reached for a strap on my bed. I'd whip him senseless.
"Sir!" He slapped me across the face, "Stop it! This is not you, it's anger, not my captain." He held my hands firmly and stroked the cheek he had just assaulted. I realized I had been hitting myself again. The lust I had seen wasn't for Nell. It was for me. "Sir, if you need to beat someone, beat me." He leaned in for a light tentative kiss to my lips. Waiting for my reaction, but with none apparent he ran a hand over my crotch, fingering my stiffening cock through my breeches. "If you need to fuck someone, fuck me."
I stared at him. My first mate, the term made me chuckle. Well, maybe not my first, but I needed release. I closed my eye and nodded. He undid my buttons and drew my love member out. I felt as his hands explored the shape followed by his tongue. I tried to relax by leaning back enjoy what was coming, but the rough wood bit into my tender back. I sat forward in pain. Martenes stopped. "Careful," he said in a whisper, "Should I get some pillows for your back?" I shook my head and shifted off the chair to lean on my desk. My arms supported me and my cock stood for further attention. He stood and stroked my cock with long smooth rhythm. He kissed me and I allowed his tongue into my mouth for a duel.
My knees buckled a bit, but one arm found my waist and held me firmly. His hand dropped to explore my ass. My cock twitched with the excitement. His lips explored my chin, my neck, my chest. As he found my nipple with his tongue and his teeth. He nipped and pulled. I pushed him off. His lovely green eye surrounded by thick black lashes looked hurt and pleaded with me to be able to continue.
I motioned to my state of dress and said, "I find my self against my desk half dressed and all you have shown me is that lovely tongue. We can't have that can we?" He shook his head smiling broadly. He quickly kicked off his shoes and all his clothes. Though I only stood inches taller than he and our builds similar- lean and hard from years on board ships, we were an interesting contrast. My blond hair with it's many babbled braids falling half way down my back, his raven black combed tight to his head with one short braided tail. My light and sparse body hair to his glorious hairiness swirling in interesting patterns across his chest and legs. Oh, how I wanted to touch it, but touching could wait just a bit this was my inspection. His crotch was very interesting. His huge cock thicker and longer than my own stood straight up pointing towards the ceiling. I nodded as he turned for aft inspection.
I almost laughed, where the rest of him was covered in hair his pelvis was shaved clean . A request I made of all my sailors in order to keep the crew healthy. He was clean from two inches above that glorious cock all the way around to the tight hard ass. I just smiled at him and said "Assume the position, sailor." He yelped with delight, bent over hands on knees presenting his smooth asset for a more hands on inspection. I grabbed both cheeks stroked my hands over his smoothness. I let my thumb find his bud and pushed to test the tightness. "I know of your work with a razor, but who do I thank for this?"
