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asked archly. In reply Adam Bestwood had rolled on top of her and she felt his hardened manhood once again demand entry, her body had surrendered instantly and as he had speared deeply into her he had whispere d, “You know you will get every thing you desire.”
    He had made a considerable down payment on that promise that very night.
    But now, as the West Indies drew close, she knew that the real work was about to begin.
    “Ah, Phyllis!” the captain greeted her, “come and view our destination for a moment.”
    She passed a pleasant interlude watching the mountainous coast drift past while the captain regaled them with tales of the piratical past, making Clara cover her mouth in shocked horror at his recounting of boarding parties and executions and hand to hand fights.
    “Of course that is all in the past now and our merchants can ply their trades in safety,” he concluded and once again Phyllis was grateful for the fact that they had been able to get passage on a general freighter and not a slave ship. She knew from growing up around the docks in Bristol how the vessels in the employ of those particular merchants reeked.
    “And now, Madam,” the captain said, making a bow towards Mrs Bestwood. “If I may, I must take my leave and request that your charming maid accompanies me to ai d me in the final compilation of manifests and bills of lading and all the clutter of seafaring that need not concern you, my dear Mrs Bestwood , but which Mr Bestwood has been kind enough to volunteer her for .”
    The captain offered her his arm and led her below to his cabin where the wake of the ship left rippling patterns of light across the ceiling and Phyllis was sodomised across the chart table.
    It was a well-rehearsed routine; he stripped to the waist and she to her corset and stockings before stooping to lick and kiss his flaccid member, sticking out from his unbuttoned breeches. Captain Lombard was a well-preserved man of some sixty years and Phyllis didn’t find her time with him too irksome and in any case he paid well and promptly – something that she had learned to value in men far above mere looks. Using her hand to stroke him as well she nursed him towards full erection and felt his hand stroke her hindquarters where they swelled out invitingly from beneath the restriction of her corset .
    “Gad! I should have liked to ply a riding whip across those beauties,” he said, giving each buttock a hefty smack.
    Phyllis chuckled and let her breath caress the rapidly hardening penis, sending it throbbing into full erection instantly. She was well accustomed to the sting of discipline and had learned to associate it with the punisher desiring release straight afterwards. As a result her cunny always moistened and her breasts swelled with lust when she was beaten, but unfortunately the intimate nature of below decks dwelling militated against that activity and so neither her employer nor the captain had been able to do more than deliver the occasional spank.
    Bending the rigid prick downwards slightly, Phyllis knelt and wiped the head over the swells of her breasts until he groaned with need. Only then did she rise and bend across the table, carefully sweeping the charts aside first. She felt his hand plunge into her honeypot and scoop a good handful of her thick secretions out to use as lubricant around her tightly puckered anus and then he was urgently pushing against her. She relaxed into the pressure and felt herself ease open as the head thrust in and presently she was experiencing all the conflicting sensations of sodomy . However, a prolonged and final promenade with Clara Bestwood had had a bad effect on the captain and no sooner was he able to move in and out in comfort than she felt him begin to fountain his come deep into her insides, easing his passage still further but depriving her of the friction she so enjoyed. He slammed his pelvis against her several time and then she felt him begin to soften and wilt