Amazon Slave (18 page)

She nodded her enthusiastic assent and he led the way. Emily and Laura followed quickly in his wake.

In the cabin, the captain and Laura quickly undressed.

Seeing them naked, Emily had to concede that they were an impressive pair. The captain’s body was broad and muscular, coated with a dark tan that suited his swarthy complexion. The dark thatch of pubic curls around his rigid member looked disturbingly inviting, and she desperately wanted to trace her fingers through the hair.

Laura inspired Emily’s arousal just as much. Her large breasts heaved softly with mounting excitement. Emily glanced at the pale patch of fluffy blonde curls between her legs, tempted by the sight. She stared from one to the other, not sure what she should be doing.

‘You’d better take that rubber suit off,’ Laura said practically.

‘She’ll only be putting it back on once I’ve climaxed,’ Captain Wilde said dourly.

Laura helped her out of the rubber suit in spite of her husband’s words. Deliberately, her fingers stroked at Emily’s naked body as she removed the garment. She paused over Emily’s breasts, her fingers caressing the sensitive flesh before she tugged the rubber over them. As she helped, Laura stepped closer, pressing the cool flesh of her naked body against Emily’s.

Emily shivered excitedly. Free of the rubber suit, her hands began to eagerly explore Laura’s body. She cupped the huge mounds of her orbs and kneaded them tenderly with her splayed fingers.

Laura sighed softly, already excited by the soft caress of Emily’s hands.

‘Not fair!’ Captain Wilde declared loudly. ‘Get on the bed, honey,’ he commanded. ‘If this is to be a proper challenge, it needs to be done fairly.’

‘Of course, darling,’ Laura replied, a sly smile twisting her lips. She jumped lithely on to the bunk and sat at the head. Her legs were wide apart and Emily could see the pouting lips of her sex. They were already glistening with moisture and she found herself hungering to taste the woman’s wetness. Without waiting to be asked or commanded, she climbed on to the bunk and pushed her tongue against the delicious folds of Laura’s sex.

Laura moaned excitedly.

Spurred on by her enjoyment, Emily stroked her tongue slowly against the labia before pushing her tongue deep into the sweet tasting cleft.

‘That’s it,’ Laura encouraged. ‘Keep doing that and I’ll be coming ashore with you.’

Emily giggled, pleased by the way things were progressing.

Her mirth stopped when she felt Captain Wilde’s hands on her backside. She was kneeling on the bed, her face buried in Laura’s pussy. Her arse was high in the air so that the captain could do with it as he pleased. The puckered ring of her arsehole and the moist pout of her sex were both available to him. Emily realised distantly she was not just displaying them to him, she was offering herself willingly. The sense of humiliation this thought inspired was enough to make her nipples stand hard with excitement.

He caressed the cheeks of her arse with a fondness that bordered on delicacy. Emily was surprised by how subtle his touch could be. The flats of his palms tenderly stroked the silky flesh of her backside. His thumbs intruded gently on the hyper-sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, but there was no urgency to take or dominate her.

Responding to the subtlety of his touch, Emily shivered. Excitement was building inside her and she marvelled at the easy way the man was arousing her. He was a skilled lover, and she had to admit that he had surprised her with his knowledge of her body over the past few days. Even though she did not particularly like him, she could not have wished for a more adept partner in bed.

The captain’s thumbs edged ever closer to the heat of her sex while his hands caressed her arse.

With her tongue stroking and licking at Laura’s pussy, Emily felt a thrill of pleasure wash over her. She did not know if she could make Laura climax before the captain, but she felt certain that neither of them would orgasm before she did. Remembering her resolution to get off the boat, Emily tried to ignore the man behind her and his deft, intrusive fingers. She concentrated her efforts on Laura’s pussy and stroked the tip of her tongue against the woman’s clitoris.

Laura shivered and groaned simultaneously.

Emily moved her mouth away from Laura’s sodden hole and lifted her head to the woman’s face. She was graced by Laura’s smile and she kissed it, softly at first.

Laura returned the kiss passionately. Her tongue worked its way into Emily’s mouth and the two women enjoyed a furious, heated embrace. Emily moved her hand between Laura’s legs and began to tease the wet folds of flesh with the tips of her fingers. She tried to make the movement casual and unhurried, but her eagerness betrayed her. Before she could stop herself, she was sliding her index finger into Laura’s hot wet channel and using her thumb to rub hard against the woman’s clitoris.

Laura moved her mouth away from Emily’s and tilted her head back with pleasure. ‘Oh God! Yes!’ she whispered excitedly. Her hands caressed Emily’s breasts, brushing softly over the hardened buds of her nipples.

Behind her, the captain was not idle. His hands had continued to trace soft circles against the silky smooth flesh of her arse cheeks. Each orbit of his palms had brought his thumbs closer to the heat of her sex. Though she was trying fervently to ignore the pleasure he gave her, Emily could not lock it from her mind completely.

His fingers were a whisper away from the lips of her pussy, teasing the dark, wiry hairs with each passing movement.

There was a formidable strength in his hands. She had been held by him before and knew that his grip could prove inescapable. But there was also a gentleness to his touch that she found breathtakingly exciting. It was the duality of an iron fist in a velvet glove, she thought. He was inflexible, cold and ruthless, but in moments like this he seemed capable of infinite tenderness.

His fingers brushed firmly against the swell of her sex.

Emily shivered. Unconsciously, she raised her arse higher for him, eager to feel the touch of his fingers on a more intimate level. She moved her mouth away from Laura’s and lowered it to one eager breast. The nipple jutted forward for her and she wrapped her lips around it, sucking gently on the tip.

Laura groaned as Emily pushed her fingers deeper into her heated wetness. Her thumb continued to draw impatient circles over the hard ball of Laura’s clitoris. She groaned delightedly as Emily teased her tits with her tongue, lost in a world of glorious gratification.

‘You sound close,’ Captain Wilde observed.

Laura smiled at him. ‘I am,’ she told him breathlessly.

‘You look beautiful that way, honey,’ he said. Without another word he placed his hands on Emily’s hips and held her tight.

Emily braced herself for the thrust of his entry. She could feel the swollen head of his prick pressing against the moist lips of her sex and she knew he was about to plunge his cock into her. He was well-built, and in this position Emily felt certain his cock would not just fill her, it would stretch her to the limit.

She tried to wriggle her hips away from him, but his grip was resolute. He held her tight and then pulled her slowly on to his length.

As the huge cock filled her aching pussy, Emily muttered a small groan of elation. She could feel the throbbing pulse of her arousal scream with delight. Her pussy was incensed by the dull friction of his cock riding in and out. A bubble of pleasure rose within her so quickly she felt lost for breath.

Valiantly, she tried to continue sucking Laura’s nipples. He was pulling her away from the woman and Emily wanted to protest. However, the euphoria he created between her legs was a pleasure she did not want to forsake. She tried to keep her fingers inside Laura’s pussy, aware that she was bringing her close to an inevitable climax.

Captain Wilde continued pulling her back towards him.

As her hand slipped away from Laura’s heated wetness, Emily realised she was on the verge of climax. She saw that the captain was stopping her from pleasing his wife but for the moment that did not seem to matter. The only thing that was important to her was the pleasure Captain Wilde was delivering to her hot, aching pussy.

‘Kiss me, Emily,’ Laura insisted. There was a petulant undercurrent to her words that Emily barely noticed from the plateau of joy she had reached. She stared at the woman through heavy-lidded eyes. As Emily watched, Laura parted her labia and rubbed an encouraging finger over the nub of her clit. ‘Kiss me here, Emily,’ Laura pleaded. ‘You know you want to.’

Emily realised Laura was right. The need to taste her succulent juices was so overwhelming it was impossible to ignore. Trying not think of the divine joy she was receiving from the captain’s cock, she lowered her head to Laura’s pussy and began to lick it. The woman was drenched with excitement and Emily was intoxicated by the heady fragrance of her musk. She licked and teased the blonde’s sex into a frenzy, drinking greedily from the incessant flow of Laura’s juices. All the time, Captain Wilde’s cock pounded between her legs, filling her to the limit, then pulling out so that she felt drained and empty.

She moved her hands to Laura’s erect nipples and teased them between her fingers.

Laura gasped and placed her hand on Emily’s head, pressing her mouth hard against her sex.

Behind her, Captain Wilde reached forward and grabbed Emily’s hair, pulling her back. For a moment, Emily felt as though she were the rope in a game of tug-of-war. She resisted the captain, feeling sure that if she tilted her head back and pushed herself on to him he would climax. His cock was riding her furiously hard and she knew that his climax was imminent. Each time he pushed into her, she could feel the tension mounting in his balls. His thick cock twitched in anticipation, and Emily knew he was on the verge of coming.

She pushed her head down, unmindful of the scream of pain that erupted from her pulled hair. Forcing her mouth on to Laura, she pressed her tongue flat against the thrust of her clitoris.

Laura bucked her hips forward and rubbed the mound of her pelvis against Emily’s mouth. As she did this, she screamed euphorically. Her eyes rolled back and she bucked her hips unconsciously. A small golden spray of delight spurted from between the lips of her sex.

Emily felt the spray splash her nose and face and smiled triumphantly. Licking greedily at Laura’s satisfied pussy, she pushed herself on to the captain’s cock and felt him shoot deep and hard inside her. The thrill of his orgasm was enough to trigger her own and she yelled happily as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. He continued to shoot his seed into her; each twitch of his cock excited another wave of joy. His hands held her tightly as he climaxed and Emily realised he was pulling her further on to his length. It felt as though he were trying to skewer her with his mammoth cock.

Eagerly she pushed herself on to him, happy to accommodate as much of his divine length as her body would allow. She had closed her eyes, savouring each moment of pleasure in the delightful world of darkness that was always behind her eyelids. When she eventually opened them, she found Laura was staring at her, a smile of obvious appreciation twisting her lips. Her fingers were in her lap, and she was toying idly with the tender lips of her sex as she spoke.

‘You’ve certainly earnt your shore leave,’ she said, her words soft and breathless.

Emily smiled gratefully, squeezing her inner muscles tightly around Captain Wilde’s shaft as he withdrew.

‘Will you be returning?’ Laura asked quietly.

Emily smiled and reassured her with a nod. ‘I’ve promised I’ll return,’ she said. ‘And I always keep my promises.’ Besides, she thought darkly. I still have unfinished business aboard the
Amazon Maiden
.

Laura nodded and moved her hand from the cleft between her legs. ‘Take whatever you want from my wardrobe,’ she said. ‘We’ll leave you to get cleaned up and prepared for Enoba.’

Laura summoned her husband, and the pair then left Emily alone.

She showered quickly and towelled herself dry with even greater haste. Time had lost all meaning while the three of them had been enjoying one another, but Emily knew they must be close to the port. While she did not doubt that she would be allowed two hours shore leave, Emily did not want to waste a moment of it. The plan she had been forming over the past four days was starting to fall into place, and she was praying that she could make things work in her favour from now on.

She selected a smart bottle-green suit from Laura’s wardrobe, attracted by the notion of power-dressing. Glancing idly through the drawers of the cabinet, she came across a length of chain and a padlock. There was a loop of metal attached to the chain and a key sitting in the hole of the padlock. Staring at it, Emily realised this was a contraption just like the one Vincent wore. She had no idea why Laura might possess a second one and not enough time to even contemplate it. Shaking her head, Emily closed the drawer and dismissed the device from her thoughts.

She checked her appearance in the mirror before leaving the room and was surprised to see the confident, striking woman who smiled back at her. Snatching a pair of sunglasses from Laura’s bedside cabinet, she checked her reflection wearing shades. The effect was far more imposing and austere; she grinned broadly. This was the image she needed. She stepped happily from the room.

‘You look sensational, darling,’ Laura said, admiring Emily as she stepped through the main hatch.

Emily grinned. ‘It does look good; thanks for lending it to me.’

‘Not at all,’ Laura said. ‘And here.’ She pushed a wad of crisp notes into Emily’s hand. ‘Don’t refuse them and embarrass me,’ Laura told her, seeing the hesitancy on Emily’s face. ‘You’ll need some money while you’re on shore. What you don’t spend, you can give me back when you return.’

Emily nodded, touched by the woman’s thoughtfulness.

‘We’re still five minutes away,’ Captain Wilde said gruffly. ‘Do you want to take a look at the jeep again now we’re closer?’ He held out the binoculars for Emily, not expecting her to refuse.