John's boat and the other boat were listing badly as the waves continued pounding the small craft. John's anger was fueling him to continue to paddle hard. He kept thinking about his toy being harmed or raped. He wanted revenge on the bastard pirates who dared shoot at him. John wasn't hit like two of his passenger's on the small boat. It appeared one of the fellows was dead already or barely hanging on to life.
The salty taste of the water and wave after wave it seemed no land was in range forever. The other craft was worst and with even less men. John believed he only seen like four perhaps five men on that vessel and two teen boys. The rest were killed or butchered by the sharks as they fell or were thrown into the briny sea.
John paddled hard remembering his Mary's sweet lips, her sparkling green eyes, the wisps of blonde hairs which sometimes fell perfectly out of place. John paddled determined to get back to shore. He was thinking quickly grabbing the flare pistol and two flares once he realized what was happening on the ship. The yell of pirates rang out and he thought that absurd when the gunmen began firing at him missing him by only inches. John was swift and managed to circle back.
He would have gotten to his beloved Mary too except he was cut off by three pirates one a large blonde pirate who spoke in Spanish or Portuguese to the other two. He seemed in charge of that group. Even more pirates on the aft deck with more shooting they were gathering the women. John made sure of it before he set out for his own escape. He had to live to fight another day because if he was dead he would do no good for Mary. Even though flight was not in him, being a true Alpha Male but he thought now the balls in my court because all bets are off now. I will get my sister, my toy back at all cost. I love her and she is mine forever.
John began reminiscing this running it over and over again when one of the other guys said, "Hey is that a helicopter?"
John looked up then remembered the flare gun in the back pack he took from the closet from someone else's cabin. He grabbed it loaded the flare and fired an arc to the side of the helicopter almost hitting it. The helicopter never even swerved so John loaded the final flare. John's heart was beating fast and hard knowing the arc the angle he needed. He stood up in the boat on wobbly legs then fired with smooth accuracy to the front of the helicopter perfectly.
The helicopter obviously looking for them swirled in a semicircle pattern until it was hovering above their vessel stating, "This is the United States Coast Guard we are here to rescue you. You are in safe hands now." John and the fourteen piled in his vessel were pretty bad off being out there for approximately twenty seven hours. Dehydrated, hungry, and some needing some serious medical attention, John sat still while the medic put an I.V. into his vein to give him some hydration and antibiotic. The rest of the men received similar treatment then John remembered to tell the medic about the other small boat with five or so people in it.
The medic called the helicopter pilot and they swung a crisscross pattern until they found the tiny little boat with seven people inside of it. One was dead when they found it he bled to death from a gunshot wound to the back. The two teen boys barely survived needing serious medical attention one was suffering from low blood sugar so bad he had went into shock, unable to speak his own name.
John and the rest of the saved told of the pirates. How the cruise ship was taken over. They were further out in international waters where the Coast Guard didn't patrol and that's why it happened. At first it was an unusual story but then the crew did find the burning ship when the distress call went out but when they scrambled they arrived still two hours response time from the beacon which was disengaged after forty five minutes but without a response from the crew or Captain of the cruise ship they responded to a burning vessel. They looked for survivors however, none were on the ship.
I was in the cabin of my new Master, Marquez naked as the day I was born between his thighs, kneeling, and sucking his magnificent veined cock. I heard every sound from his voice as he declared me his wonderful toy. He could not believe how wonderful I made him feel as I continued bobbing, faster and faster, swirling my tongue as I moaned. I had no gag reflex as I swallowed and slurped while he tried to find my limits. I let him watch me as I slurped up the underside of his fat juicy cock to his balls licking and sucking them as well. I felt his ass lifting into my talented hot wet sexy mouth again and again he fucked my face. I knew it wouldn't take too long as I grabbed his shaft in my tiny little hand then began in earnest bobbing, faster and faster.
My entire life depended on these next few moments because Marquez explained to me the facts that I either please him or I was fish bait. I know I sound like an un-loyal toy slut but I am letting you know right now, if my Master John, who is the real Master to me, were here, I would not be servicing this horrible killer of children. I remembered all the blood I seen in the water where the sharks ate up the young, the old, and the men. My one thought while it took me seven or eight minutes of great head for this fellow to pop off was getting back home at all cost. I needed to just survive.
I was bobbing faster and faster as Marquez grabbed my hair pulling it hard like reins and fucking harder into my soft sweet mouth. Saliva and semen in long gooey strands fell off of my chin dangling down to my neck and breasts. What can I say a real blow job isn't nice and neat without some sloppiness? I actually love giving a great sloppy blow job. I cannot stand thinking I am some boring housewife blowing my husband once a month and believing I've done something. I want to be desired and lusted after. Having awesome great sex the entire time without hang-ups is truly a lasting memory especially in a man's mind. I needed Marquez to fall in love with me or if not me what I could for him.
Marquez was gripping my head thrusting upwards more often and I felt the glands of his penis head swell very big so I knew he was losing his load in about the next minute or two so I began swallowing over and over again pushing past my gag reflex point and suddenly like I suspected his cock began shooting stream after delicious stream down my hot sweet throat. I continued sucking, licking, moaning, and slurping until I felt my Master release my tresses.
I stopped then said, "See I hope having that every-day is worth keeping me alive for your pleasure sir."
Marquez just chuckled then said, "Get naked on the bed. I need a lot more convincing than me shooting off into your sweet mouth darling. My Captain Rodrigo will kill us both if has any idea I failed to take his orders seriously. You should be dead right now lady."
