The Pirate and the Garden Maid.
The Scurcy Barnacle set upon the small island village of Tampoco at the crack of dawn, as a cannonade woke Hannan from her slumber. The house maid jumped to her feet at the sound of shells screaming overhead and raced down the hallway and up the stairs to the room of her mistress, Countess Lucinda, Lord Wolsingham's daughter.
"Mistress, we must get you to safety!!" She cried as she burst through the door. But the mistress wasn't there. She ran to her master's, but he was nowhere to be found either. She thought this was a bit strange. Had they been warned about the attack and fled to the safety of the caves on the other side of the island? And why hadn't they woken her? She was more than a little hurt by this.
Still in her evening gown, Hannan hurried out to the manor's botanical gardens, which overlooked the harbor, to get a better view of what was happening. The Barnacle, recognizable by it's legendary markings, had already been moored to the only remaining undamaged dock in the harbor. The towns small garrison was a mass of rubble, fire and smoke. Townspeople were screaming as a mass of pirates spewed onto the streets, setting fire to buildings and killing those few who had the audacity to resist.
She stood there, mesmorized by the carnage for what seemed like an hour. Here daze was broken by the sounds of footsteps coming up the gravel road to the backgate. Could this be the master? No, that would be impossible. Fear gripped her heart. Quickly, I need to hide. No time to head back to the house, she thought. There was a hedge nearby that would provide enough cover to hide from prying eyes. That should do. In a rush, she dashed into the shadows.
And then she saw him. Was this one of the pirates? Kind of good looking for that lot, she pondered. His short blond hair glistened in the early morning light and his hairy chest was accented by muscles that peeked from under his tunic. And those eyes, blue as the carribean. She shook her head. This is a pirate. Remember, he's here to and pillage. Stay hidden. Still, she could feel a tingling in her loins that made her the slightest bit uncomfortable. She shifted a little and a small twig snapped. The pirate swung around, pistol drawn in his left hand and sword in his right.
"Awright, what have we got here," he said. "A straggler ey?!? Come on our where's I can see ya before I put a musketball between your eyes."
Damn. She was caught. What now? Were these to be here last breaths? I mean, pirates had little use for house maids. Slowly, she came out from behind cover. The fear could easily be seen on her face.
"Hallo there? What a gorgeous wench ye be. Looks like I caught me the lady of de house. Come closer so I can have a look at ya. There's a good lass. I'm not gonna harm such a beautiful specimen such as yourself."
She felt desire pulse through here at that moment, fleeting as it was. Did he just say specimen? she thought to herself. He's educated...wait Hannan, don't get ahead of yourself here. He's a killer.
"So look here. I'm not gonna kill ya, well not yet anyway. So here's the deal, you and I are gonna have a little fun while me mates run amuck down in town. If I walk away with a smile on me face, I'l make sure you live," he said softly as he pulled his shirt of, revealing a cute little rum gut that accented his frame.
OK Hannan, think, think. She tried to think if there was anyway she could avoid her fate, but all she could do was stare into those piercing blue eyes. Her mind started to race. She could feel the moisture start to trickle from the lips of her pussy. Get a hold of yourself, she thought.
The pirate moved closer now as Hannan shivered in both fear and anticipation. He ordered her to disrobe and she obeyed, letting her gown slide to the ground, leaving her naked and helpless. She then lay on the ground, as she was told, and the pirate knelt beside her. What happened next stunned her.
The pirate put his rough hands against her skin and began to carress her legs. She jumped at first, but realized that there was an electricity as his hands connected with her thighs. Slowly, the pirate worked miracles with his fingers and palms. Soon she was no longer afraid. He leaned over and kissed her stomach, then her chest, then began to softly devour one of her breast between his lips. He started my kissing in a circe around the edges. Softly, he lifted the breast in his hand and put his lips to the underside, moving his tongue slightly along her skin. He then sucked on her nipple. She should have been afraid, but this pirate was different and she tried to stiffle a moan before he could hear it.
"Such soft breasts. I like the way they feel in my hands. Did I hear ya enjoying yourself now? Well, how's about this? I'm here to find real pirate's treasure. That being said, would you like me to eat your pussy?" She tried to look frightened and gave him an affirming nod. But she felt something very different now. This was not the kind of pirate she had been warned about. He wasn't attacking her, he was ravishing her with pleasure, and she was now his willing victim.
The pirate bent his head to kiss her inner thigh. "What a delectible aroma. I'm gonna enjoy eating you." With that, he allowed his tongue to slide up and down the crack of her pussy. With each stroke, he flicked her clit, just to hear her breath jump with pleasure. "Enough teasing for you," He mummbled, and slid his tongue inside her glistening pussy lips, moving it in and own in a slow rythmic motion. Once he had his tongue inside her, he began to taste every inch of her pink. He would move faster, with shorter strokes, then plunge his tongue deep inside her. She was breathing heavy now, as the pirate moved his head back and forth. He then slid two fingers inside her and began to work on her cliterous with renewed dillegence. He clamped his lips down around it and sucked her clit between them, flicking her exposed button with his tongue as he applied gentle suction. By know she was writhing in pleasure and grabbed his arms, diggin her nails into them. This only prompted the pirate to redouble his efforts, picking up the pace with his fingers. Finally, she was at the edge. She let out a giant scream as she came on his face and hand.
"There now, how was tha mmmph." The pirate didn't have time to finish the statement. She had quickly jumped up and pressed her lips hard against his, pinning him to the ground. Within seconds, she had ripped off his belt and trousers, exposing his thick hard cock. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any man. She reached back and grabbed his cock, guiding it in between her warm, wet, soft lips.
He moaned as she rocked back, plunging his full length and girth inside her. She began to move up and down, clasping the muscles inside her to make sure that he could feel her consuming him. She had just had the most incredible orgasm of her life, and wanted more, but she wanted to make sure he could feel how good he made her feel. She grabbed hold of his hair and kissed him hard again, then rolled him over on top of her. For the first time, she spoke to him. “Fuck me my pirate lover. Penetrate me with your sword. Deeper and harder.” He pulled out until the tip was left in and began a series of hard short strokes. “Come on, give it to me,” she said. With that, he plunged into the hilt, with hard long strokes. She was having a series of small, rapid-fire orgasm every few minutes as he shifted from a quick hard pace, to a soft gentle one, and back again. After what seemed like days on her back, he flipped her onto her knees and mounted her from behind. As he did, he reached around with his right hand and placed her clit between his two fingers. He began to stroke hard, long and quickly know as he squeezed and rubbed her clit. She was going to cum again. He pushed on, her screams getting so loud, they must be able to hear them in the town. Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her head jolted backward and her back arched as she hit her peak again. This time, the muscles in her pussy clenched so hard that the pirate could no longer hold back either, firing his special rum deep inside her.
Covered in sweat, exhausted from pleasure, both slumped to the ground in each others arms. Both were paralyzed and lay quietly in each other’s arms. He fell asleep as the shade from the big oak tree surrounded them in the cool morning sun. She lay there for a moment, wondering if, when she woke from her nap, her pirate lover would be gone. And if so, would he ever come back again. Lacking the energy to even think any longer, she too fell into slumber.
Hannan awoke with a start. Damn, she thought, it was only a dream. Well, she thought, shame it wasn’t real. Oh well. She pulled the covers back over her body when she heard it, cannon fire in the harbor. Her heart was already racing and she could feel the warmth accelerate between her legs. Within seconds, she was out the door, into the garden, looking into the harbor. She was going to find herself a pirate.
