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Honesty is the best policy or is it?

This story is from the Captain's log dated 2015, concerning a dishonest damsel who suffered retribution from her stern captain in a maritime setting on the high seas off the coast of Mexico.

His afternoon siesta was cut short by someone knocking on the hull, that he tried to ignore, hoping whoever it was would go away, but no such luck. When he stuck his head out of the hatch, he had expected to see one of the dock boys trying to drum up work, but there she was, late forties, purple stripe in her hair, packing an extra pound or two, which was more noticeable in the two piece bikini she was wearing.

Her name was Debby and she had dropped by in response to his “crew wanted” posting that he had pinned on the Marina bulletin board a couple of days before in hopes of finding someone to share the watches on his upcoming 3 day passage north to meet his wife in San Carlos. Beating himself up doing the solo thing, was wearing a little thin these days.

She told him she’d had sailing experience and could stand a watch at the helm and when he asked her if she could cook, she gave him a flirtatious smile and said she would do anything her Captain told her to do.

He wasn't impressed, but no one else had applied and with only a couple of days till departure, he told her to come back tomorrow for a test run.

The next day, he was pacing the deck, clearly agitated when she arrived 20 minutes late.

His agitation increased as he noticed her attire was more suitable for sunbathing and lounging on the bow, than for a day of spirited sailing on the open sea. Her bikini was even smaller than yesterday and she had no deck shoes….Nice ass though!

After clearing the marina entrance he had her take the wheel and head into the wind while he raised the sails. It became apparent that she had been less than truthful with him about her experience from the way she kept letting the bow fall off the wind, making it hard to raise the sail.

The mid morning thermal was right on time and with a freshening wind, in the high teens starting to kick up whitecaps, they cruised along at a comfortable clip on a broad reach.

The wind had picked up to 21 knots and he decided to test her mettle. He watched her closely as she followed his instruction to steer 45 degrees off the wind. As the boat heeled over, putting the STBD rail in the water, he noticed she was gripping the wheel so hard that her knuckles were white.

She was having trouble staying on course and kept heading up to reduce the heeling whenever a wind gust hit. He could have trimmed the sail to make it easier on her, but did nothing, being still pissed that she had lied to him about her experience, especially when it could have compromised the safety of his vessel on the passage.

He decided it was time to find out if she also lied about complying with the captains every wish as well.

With the vessel heeled over sharply and the starboard rail solidly in the sea, they both had to spread their legs and braced against the side of the cockpit to keep their balance.

Stepping up closely behind her, he placed his hand on her inner thigh, surprised she let the boat head up into the wind causing the sail to flap loudly.

He shouted above the wind " Dammit! Stay Your Course”!

She managed to head off and recover the wind angle, but the vessel almost came to a stop before recovering speed.

He still had his hand cupping her inner thigh and could feel the tension in her body and see beads of perspiration just beneath her armpits.

With one hand on her shoulder he moved the other hand up her inner thigh, brushing aside the crotch of her string bikini and buried his thumb in her while entrapping her clitoris with his forefinger. He felt the contractions around his thumb as she tried to pull away, but again, obeyed his command to stay on course.

Remembering how she had locked eyes with him the day before as she flirtatiously told him that she would do anything her captain told her to do, she only has herself to blame for her current predicament.

He could feel her body relax a little as he reassuringly encouraged her with steering instructions, all the while his thumb continued exploring the geographical area of the illustrious g-spot while his forefinger continued rolling her clit in a circular motion.

Was it his imagination that she had opened her stance slightly; No, he detected the lubrication that she had started to produce as the tip of his thumb found that little rough spot and started tapping away.

She started having a hard time responding to his steering instructions, so he reached around her and turned on the autopilot to keep the wind angle.

Free from her steering duty, she bent forward while pushing her bottom back towards him, as his thumb and forefinger continued their simultaneous work.

He knew from experience that it was possible for a woman to have a G-spot orgasm and a clitoral orgasm at the same time; his bi wife Karen called it a blended orgasm. He had filmed her demonstrating it on the straight, but curious wife (actually he thought it was the husband who was the more curious about watching her with another woman) of an AFF couple they had met and played with in PV. Karen was using her mouth and a vibrator as the big busty woman laid with her legs stretched out on the bed with her head resting in her husband's lap. Karen completely flipped her and before the week was out had her giving her head.

Not sure if he could make it work, but was sure he would know before the upcoming passage was over…...... if he took her as crew…. His mood was improving.

By the time he had finished her, his right hand was wet to the wrist. While she lay collapsed on the cockpit grating in a daze, he swung the bow through the wind causing the jib to back-wind before setting the autopilot so the vessel would heavetoo with very little forward movement.

With no time to spare because of the approaching headland, he lifted her onto the cockpit cushions and spread her legs apart. Her body was not well toned like his wife’s and there was a faint scar from C-section on her stomach and it looked like she had just trimmed whatever pubes that stuck out of her bikini, but as his wife would say who fancy herself as a good judge of pussies, this one had “good conformation”. She seemed to be still in a daze as he slid his cock into her, later she told him she had taken too many seasick pills.

He was amazed at how tight she was as he took her with short hard strokes while holding on to her legs just above the knee. With one eye on the approaching headland and the other looking down in fascination of how her belly and breast bounced in unison, as his hips drove his exploding cock into her as she pleaded with him not to cum in her. She was almost in tears by the time he told her he had been fixed. He and Karen had decided they like each other and their carefree lifestyle too much to have kids.

As soon as he finished, he ordered her to go below and clean herself up and put on a pair of his wife's shorts so she would pass the dress code where they were going for lunch across the bay.

He felt a moment of tenderness as she hopped around with semen dripping down her thigh trying to get her bikini on while the boat rolled around in the seaway, and made her sit while he helped get her bikini bottoms off that had been hang off one ankle while he fucked her.

She looked so helpless that he could not resist giving her a reassuring peck on the cheek….. He thought to himself…. What a pushover he was…….

He dropped the anchor in the shelter of the cove on the south side of Banderas Bay near the restaurant and they took the dinghy ashore for lunch.

By the time they finished lunch, that included a couple of margaritas he pretty much knew her life story, married young, had a kid, left her abusive husband when her son went into the military, Got a job that she hated working at Rite Aid and every guys met turn out to be a flake.

After lunch they swam nude off the swim step on the stern of the boat, she admired his lean hard body that was so different from her own. Too bad he was married and such an asshole.

Afterward he polled out the jib and they sailed downwind in light air, wing and wing back across the bay he took her from behind while she stood naked at the helm.

Without hesitation this time she straddled herself out as he guided his cock into her fine white fresh from the state's ass. When she felt him penetrate her, she leaned forward against the helm and pushed her butt back burying his cock in her till she felt that hard ripped stomach of his against the cheeks of her ass. Asshole or not he was the first guy in a long time that had bought her lunch and that thing he did with his thumb was amazing.

The sail back across the bay would take an hour or two so he was in no hurry. Occasionally taking a sip of the cold beer he had in the cup holder on the side of the steering pedestal, sometimes glancing down at his cock as he slowly fucked her. It always fascinated him to watch it go in and out of that wondrous thing between a woman's legs as it did now. He liked the way the dark lip folds of genitalia clung to the sides of his cock as he withdrew it to where just the tip was still in her. The sheen on his cock and the pebbling of the flesh on the inner cheeks of her ass were unspoken words that she too was enjoying the moment.

To keep from cuming[CH1] he occasionally pointed out landmarks on the distant shoreline and gave her a shoulder or neck massage while keeping his cock buried deep and pulsating it by performing male Kegels, before continuing to fuck her with slow, lazy strokes.

God she had a fine ass! He loved the way her butt cheeks took turns flexing when she tensed them to keep balance in the slow down wind roll of the vessel.

He reached around her hips and tummy and started lightly fingering her small clit, and it caused her to moan softly and start slowly moving her ass in a circular motion as he continued his slow long strokes into her. The slow inch by inch penetration gave her the sensation of being fucked by a cock that was twice as long.

They both were in that zone, enjoying the moment, the feeling of the late afternoon sun on their naked bodies as they pleasured each other. She, reaching down between her legs over the top of his hand and danced her finger tips over his testicles as he fucked her, he responded by teases her nipple and light bites to back of her neck and shoulders.

They ignored cheering from another sailboat that passed them close on the starboard side trying to instigate a race.

Her moans grew louder and her clit had become swollen in response to the continued slow circling of his finger, almost doubling it in size.

His other hand cupped a breast, continued lightly pinching the nipple into sniffing.

Her knuckles turned white gripping the wheel hard when she felt the warm flood of sperm being delivered inside her body with each pulsation of “Her Captain’s” cock. For some reason it turned her on to think of him that way.

She felt his breath and teeth clamp down on the back of her neck as he thrusted into her, so hard it caused a slapping sound when his abs slammed her bottom, as her body shook and jerked in orgasm. Afterward she made him reassure her again that she would not get pregnant.

He forgave her completely the next morning when she came by and offered to polish the stainless steel…. . Her stiff movement and walk was a testament to the hard fucking she had took the day before and the work out her legs took maintain her balance at sea while he fucked her made him smile.

Good thing he had an Autopilot and lots of coffee for the passage as he had other duties in mind for her besides wheel watches........mainly further investigation and finding the limits of her submissiveness and wondered if she would let him fuck her in that fine ass.

But he was sure his wife Karen would further investigate that area when they arrived in La Paz. The thought made him hard as he took down the “Crew wanted” posting from the Marina bulletin board.

He smiled and thought perhaps instead of crew, he had found a “Unicorn”

To be continued.

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