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Daughter of Demons - Taking Turns
🕑 Added 2016-03-14 05:06:24 +0000 UTC “Okay pinky, let’s see what you can do with this.” It seemed like more of a challenge than a threat. Before I could even think of an answer, he shoved himself in. It was immediately apparent to me that this man had greater length than the one before, and I choked as he filled my throat. I whimpered in protest, and turned my head to get away, but he caught me by the back of the neck and said “oh no, I think you can do better than that,” doing his best to keep my face buried in his crotch. My cries of dissent were largely stifled by him, and as I struggled it became clear that his strength far outweighed my own. So I tried to concentrate on breathing through my nose, to stop myself from suffocating. Slowly, his grip relaxed. He allowed himself to slip about halfway out, then drove deeper than before. I felt the panic in my throat welling up again, but I just wanted this to end, so I tried my hardest to suppress the urge to heave and resist. Losing count of his strokes, eventually I felt him hold my head still again, pushing his cock as far as it would reach, and release his seed down my throat. So much of it. It gushed all the way down, and I felt its heat flooding my stomach. This pirate staggered away, exasperated, exclaiming “whew, you learn quick, pinky! Alright mate, your turn.”I barely had time to catch my breath before I sensed the last pirate standing in front of me. Expecting another oral assault, I preemptively spread my lips and let my tongue roll out, quivering in anticipation. “That’s mighty inviting, miss, but I’d like to try your
tits
instead.” Another phrase that was foreign to me. Then I felt his hands on my breasts, squeezing them gently. His sea-weathered fingers felt coarse when he held them, jiggled them slightly, and felt their weight. “Lovely,” he whispered. Although this was not the first time they’ve been complimented (my people don’t like clothing, remember?), it was certainly the most offensive instance. Given the nature of the first two men, his gentle manner was peculiar. Maybe I was just happy to give my throat a rest, but as he continued to massage my bosom, I almost felt like I was enjoying it. I felt goosebumps ripple across my chest, and my nipples began to stand out. They betrayed the mixed feelings I had, but I didn’t have long to worry about it before they were pinched hard between his forefingers. Almost forgetting their earlier threat, I was about to cry out in pain but managed to keep it down to a hushed yelp. Wincing, I strained to subdue my consequent reactions as he held on, and shook them side-to-side. The other pirates cheered him on, so he yanked even harder. He tugged them away from me, as far as they would go, until they snapped out of his vise grip and bounced back to normal. With no reprieve, he seized up my breasts with both hands, and squeezed them together. Then I understood. He had his already slick knob positioned between them, and began to slide it up and down. Actually, he wasn’t sliding himself as much as he was sliding me around him. Awful as it was, having this man rub himself with my “tits,” at least I could breathe normally. His breathing was getting deeper with each stroke, and after a few minutes, he stood back a bit and let loose. He spewed all across my face and torso, splattering onto my thighs, and adding to what the other pirates left behind. My chest was now drenched by their loads, and it streamed down my belly to my loins. I was a proper mess.
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Sarge_Buckwheat
Best mess.
