With a thick belly laugh Captain Fang kicked open the door to her room and stumbled in. Dread captain of the black flag Royal Thunder was in port and looking for a good time. In one hand she held a bottle of rum, and the other was wrapped around the waist of the flustered Mary. The barmaid held tightly to her, her heart racing to be alone with the fearsome pirate.
Slamming the door shut behind them, Fang spun Mary to face her and pulled her in for a kiss. The rum fumes stung Mary’s eyes, but the soft lips and clever tongue made her head whirl. Mary was a tall, heavy girl, but she was completely overborne by the short feisty pirate who greedily drank from her lips and roamed her hands over her body. Fang, for her part, squeezed the ass and soft breasts of the shy barmaid who’d caught her eye. She’d seen Mary spying from afar each time her ship made port, and had resolved to find out how far the lass was willing to go. She broke off the kiss, then laughed at the dazed expression and fiery blush on Mary’s cheeks.
“Get this kit off and lets see you how God intended,” Fang commanded. She took a step back, swigging from the bottle in her hand. Mary loosened her clothes, shy in the face of Fang’s overwhelming confidence. She tried to turn away when she dropped her shift to the floor, but Fang caught her arm and whirled her to the small bed in the corner. Mary fell down, shocked, and felt a hot blush spread through her body at the hungry, appreciative look Fang was giving her.
The pirate drank in the soft, womanly body laying on the bed before her. Mary’s skin was tanned where it saw the sun but her breasts were pale white and covered in freckles. She was bigger than Fang, muscles wide and smooth from hard life of cleaning and bar work. The fiery red braid falling down her back was mirrored by a shock of red hair between her legs, which Fang fell upon.
Mary had never felt anything like it. The illicit encounters she’d had before had been brief, snatching kisses in alleyways and quick liaisons with most of her clothes on. None had had the gusto of Fang, who made her feel like she wanted every inch of her. Her heart hammered at the warm touch of coarse hands on her thighs, and she let out a soft moan. The pirate went straight for her pussy and began running her tongue up and down her wet folds. The hot flick of her tongue against her clit made Mary shiver. Fang’s hands explored Mary’s body while her tongue worked, making her back arch as she ran then from her belly to her hips and took a firm hold. Perhaps it was the rum, or the wild passion Fang had bought with her, but Mary felt her orgasm start to build.
Fang broke away then, leaving Mary tense and hungry for more, standing to loosen her own clothes. The heavy red frock coat fell to the floor, and black breeches were peeled off. Mary gasped at the solid silver strap-on Fang wore, which sprang to attention at the touch of a button. Eight inches of solid, slender silver curved gently upwards.
“Get at it lass,” Fang said, pointing to her cock. Mary sat on the bed before her, taking the chill silver tip into her mouth. Fang towered over her, short-haired head gazing at Mary over small breasts and toned belly. There was no spare flesh on Fang from a lifetime of outlawry; scars criss-crossed her body to whisper of prior adventures. Mary sucked the pirates cock, the metal warming quickly at the touch. Fang loved watching people suck her cock, feeling wetness between her legs and fire in her belly. Mary worked her lips down the length of the shaft, kissing and licking very inch until she arrived at Fangs pussy. The warm animal scent filled her nose as she eagerly began licking, running her tongue up and down her wet folds. The rough tingle of new stubble against her lips and the smooth texture of vulva on her tongue were as honey to Mary. Fang took grabbed her firmly by the braid and held pushed Mary in close.
After some minutes she made Mary lie on the bed, and took her from behind. She held the bigger woman tight against her, luxuriating in the feeling of skin on skin, as she gently slid her cock into Mary’s needy pussy. The barmaid gasped and writhed, the hot tension between her legs suddenly shattered by the firmness of Fang’s cock. The pirate made love to her slowly at first, thrusting the full length of her cock firmly into the warm wetness. The strap-on rubbed against Fang’s clit a little, but that wasn’t why she wore it. Feeling Mary loose herself to pleasure, starting to buck her hips and arch her back as Fang built up speed – that was what she needed.
White fire started burning behind Mary’s eyes. She’d never been taken by someone who knew what they were doing before, and she couldn’t withstand the pounding of Fangs cock or the play of her hands across her body. Moaning at the pirate’s onslaught, she gave in to her orgasm.
After her orgasm faded she lay gasping on the bed while Fang caressed her body and kissed her neck. The two lay entwined on the bed, the sheets tangled and soaked as a testimony to their fervour. At that moment the door burst open and three men rushed in, swords drawn. Fang was up in an instant, naked but for her strap on pointing threateningly at the intruders. She dispatched the first to come at her by breaking the bottle of rum over his head, before dodging the blow of the second and punching him in the throat. She span to deal with the third to find him being choked out by Mary – he fell to the floor unconscious. Fang looked at her lover in a new light.
“Better get dressed quickly and come with me, there’s more where they came from.”
Minutes later Fang and Mary were out of the room, escaping towards the Royal Thunder moments before more of the governor’s men closed in.