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Five minutes from the dock, Five minutes from you and our 3-day vacation alone together, no outside world . The sky darkened. Heavy rain and high winds filled the air. I couldn't see. These sudden Carolina storms had a way of temporarily blinding a driver. I pulled over and waited for the storm to pass. As I waited my need for you increased. I pulled my cell phone out of my bag and called your phone. I left this message. "To say I miss you is such an understatement. I need you . You own my head, my heart, my soul. Oh Goddddd, the heady way you make me feel. With every tick of a tenth of a mile driving me closer to you, How could I want you more! Yet even in this impossibility, I do. I want you more and forever." I hung up. The rain, now a light drizzle, pattered on my windshield. Shaking, I turned the key in my car, started the engine and drove for what seemed an eternity until I reached the marina. I saw your car but not you. The boat we chartered, appropriately named OBSESSION, bobbed in the water ahead of me. It was a Hinkley 51. It could sleep 8 and normally would include a B/N. But you decided that you would and could captain it and I would crew although I knew next to nothing about crewing or boats. Of course you knew that and promised to teach me everything I would need to know. The good thing is that if I'm not a fast learner, if I mess up, there will be plenty of places to tie me up, tie me down, fuck me, fuck me raw. And with three glorious days alone with the man I love, I just might mess up on purpose. I kicked off my shoes and approached the boat. Just then, you, Frank, came up from below deck and looked me over sternly. "What have we here?" you said, grabbing the overnight bag I held over my head. "Didn't I say, pack light, only essentials?" I smiled a wicked smile, wiping the rain drops from my forehead and replied, "I followed your orders, Captain. Feel free to check for yourself." You opened the bag and looked inside: 1 string bikini a tank dress a sweater a pair of slacks a package of batteries and your favorite, my butterfly vibrator. You smiled back. "I see you have followed orders, at least on the surface. But tell me, Susan, what have you under your clothes?" I laughed, pulled my shirt over my head, and unbuttoned my stone-washed shorts. ( I like button-down fronts better than zippers.) My eyes never left yours as I slid them down my long legs. "I thought you would like the honors, Frank" I smiled, stepping up close and hooking my fingers into my lacy panties. Rain trickled down my cleavage, my stomach, wetting all the parts of me that weren't already wet by being close to you. What happen next surprised me. You dropped the bag, grabbed me hard and from somewhere in those baggy shorts of yours you produced a knife. Beneath a gravel voice you spoke, "Don't move." Then with a firm but fast flick, you cut my panties off me, the bra too, and I stood there naked on the deck of the boat completely in awe of your power and so hot I could scream. But I wasn't given the chance. In an instant you dropped to the deck, your feet over the side, your long legs inches from the fenders that kept the boat from rocking into the dock, the pilings, or other boats. Then you pulled me down on top of you, onto your lap. Face down, I couldn't see much, but then I didn't need to see what was going to happen. Firmly your hand came down on my ass, Hard, making a funny sound, hard flesh against wet flesh. I didn't struggle. I was afraid. Not of you, but rather I was afraid that in struggling I would go over the side and wind up in the water. Silently I waited, ass high, as I received five blows. Five hard firm blows. And with each slap I got wetter, spread my legs wider, hoping you might touch, stroke, my aching pussy. But there was no relief for me. Then, after the five strokes had been administered, you pushed me to my knees, your cock hard beneath me now pressed firmly against the thin fabric of your shorts. Knowingly, I unzipped and freed your glorious cock, only to take it captive in my mouth. Sucking, slurping, Licking, feeding on you. Still serious, you took my hair in your hands and controlled my movements. The speed, the depth, forcing my downward plunge Guiding my upward glide. I felt you grow in my mouth. I readied myself for your delicious cum, relaxing my throat, anxious, not willing to spill even one drop. My pussy tingled, knowing that I am pleasing you. I felt the first shot of pre-cum. Then, like your cock inhales, the breath is sucked out of me. I closed my eyes and prayed as a flood of cum, built up by my absence runs wild down my throat, filling me, overtaking me, as I try frantically to keep up, swallowing madly until there is no more to take. And your cock, although not soft by any means, escapes my lips Slowly I stand up on my knees and look into your eyes. They are glazed over, happy. Gently you squeeze my nipples and kiss me deeply, but only for a moment. Voices, still in the distance, trail up to us on the wind. Patting me on the ass I am reminded that it will be a few hours before we would sail. Quietly, you whisper into my ear that I should go below and ready myself for you. Your attentions for this were just an appetizer of the delights that lie ahead. On shaky legs I crossed the deck, picking up my shorts and shirt. I notice that the rain had stopped. The winches glistened wet and ready to hold whatever lines taut that you deem necessary. The winds still blow but that was to be expected for October. I shudder and go below deck. Fortunately, the cabin is warm and cozy. I smile to myself, seeing the bed covered in ropes and toys. But off in the corner lay a sweater, heavy socks and a pair docksiders. They seemed to be laid out for me So I put them on. The sweater feels so wonderful against my skin, what little of it, it covered. Clearly Frank had planned for me to be totally accessible to him, to his pleasure, for my pleasure. I went to the galley next, made some coffee, surveyed what supplies he had brought, made a mental note of what meals I could prepare, and poked my head above deck, asking if you wanted anything. "Yes," you answered, "I want you to get some sleep. You'll need it. I intend for you to keep me up all night while I navigate us to a very special place I found." "Where?" I asked. "A speck on a map. Very private," you whispered back. Then motioning me below decks to get some sleep, you returned to the job of making the boat ready. I knew better than to argue, so I did as instructed and surprised myself by falling asleep almost instantly. When I woke, I woke to gentle rocking. You pressed firmly against me, your cock rubbing my clit, your arms holding me tight, your breath at my neck. Feeling your teeth, ohh God, rocking hard against you, forcing your beautiful cock head into my waiting, wet, gaping pussy. Screaming for you to fuck me harder. Harder! As your teeth sink into the soft flesh of my neck, bringing me to the edge, bringing me to the brink. Then you stop, but not allowing me the cum I wanted. Holding me tighter, bringing me down to earth, speaking softly but clearly, "I need you above deck. We have left port. If we are lucky we'll be at our destination in a few hours." I rolled out of bed with you, Disappointed, but knowing whatever your agenda was it will all end in a blaze of fireworks and hot cums. So I slip on my shoes and follow you topside. The sky was clear and beautiful, the stars bright, the moon brighter. I sat down beside you as you steered. Smiling, you handed me a pillow. I took it and repositioning myself. I placed it under my ass just as you said, "Now, my gorgeous girl, spread those legs for me. I wish to taste that sweet pussy of yours." I spread my legs, giggling, finding myself wet and ready for you. "Like this, oh master?" I joked. With eye contact only, you let me know who was in charge and I stopped giggling. Methodically, you create a classic bow knot and slip my ankle into it. Attaching it to the winch as you pull, I hear the winch tightening, click, click. Moments later my other leg is securely fastened. Click. I am spread so wide it is almost uncomfortable, my ass forward, my pussy lips wet with dew from my cunt, my eager cunt, pulsating. My hands still free,I push the sweater up, exposing my nipples, also ready, hard, poking the night air. You look me over. Pleased at your handiwork and my vulnerability, you return to your job of navigation. Confused, I start to protest. "I didn't drive all the way from Maryland just to be tied up and left this way. I want you, to touch, feel you." As I protest, you reach over and secure a nipple clamp to my right tit. As I open my mouth to scream, "Unfair," you fasten the another to my left tit. Again I am silenced by your gaze as I watch your eyes trails down my body from my breasts to my pussy. Then that slow tongue peeks out from your lips, circling your mouth. I have to smile. You are too delicious. Is it any wonder why I love you? As you lower yourself to me you say, "I want to eat your pussy. I want to eat you until you scream and it fills the heavens with your cums. I want to bring you off hard and often." If you said anything else, it is muffled, for my fingers have found your head and have entangled themselves into the locks of your hair. Pulling your mouth closer into me, feeling you invade and retreat, eating me out, fucking me with your tongue. Your teeth, your fingers, nibbling my clit with your teeth, pushing your chin into my cunt, making me wild. Bringing me, bringing me Ohhh God, so close, "Wantttttttt," I scream, "Wantttt sooooo bad. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Your tongue, now wildly lapping at my clit, your fingers working my pussy, my asshole. Rubbing. Caressing. Pushing, pushing me over the edge. "Ohhh gawdddddddddd, Frank!!!!!!!!!!" Cumming. Cumming. Cumming, again and again and again. Then, in the recesses of my mind, I feel you stand. I hear a familiar click. My legs widen even more. I am being torn in two and I couldn't care less. I want you. I want to feel you in answer to my prayers, my dreams. Your hard nob wanting entry, not waiting on protocol, plunges deep into me. Eagerly my cunt gobbles your cock. Slurping noises from our lovemaking can be heard above the waves. You tug on my nipple clamps. a surge goes from my tits to my cunt. I clamp down hard on your cock, milking you, your body pushing and pulling into mine. Together with the natural rhythm of the ocean, my fingernails dig into the skin of your back as you hold my head, kiss me deep, pump me hard. Wild. Furiously. And as I feel your cum building, your cock engorged, growing, strengthening inside me, I feel the walls of my pussy stretched beyond belief. And I come again, uncontrollably, screaming, ranting, raving, incoherent. So full of you, for you, only to find in mid-cum that you, still hard, are pulling out of my cunt. "whattttt??" I cry. Without a word you answer. Taking your wetted cock in hand, you place it at my asshole and push slowly into me. Waking new sensations as both inner and outer muscles relax and accept you, allowing you to push full hilt. All of you into me, feeling your balls bang against me, banging harder. Feeling that I could swallow them up inside me, have them follow your cock into my ass. Hearing you scream, watching your half-lidded eyes glaze and roll in your head as you cum. Filling me as I cum all over you. Slumping forward into you, exhausted I hear the familiar click click as I am released and carried back into the cabin. Laying on the bed, I hear the steady rhythm of your breathing. For awhile, all is right with the world and I am where I want to be. With you, in your arms, loved like only we can. And as we fall off to sleep I whisper, "Happy birthday, my beloved." May all your wishes be as easy to fulfill. Love, Susan ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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