“These two are too much a pair to let go, I’ll hold on to all three of them for the evening,” and with that the Captain waved off the man who had escorted the women up for the evening, taking the three other women with him.
“What are your names girls? We’ve got a long entertaining evening ahead of us, no reason not to start off with formalities.” The Captain pointed at Elizabeth.
“My name is Elizabeth Masters.”
“My name is Bridgette Banks, and this is Maybell Percy,” said one of the blondes. Bridgette was slightly taller than Maybell, but also very slightly thinner. Maybell was fuller all around, with thicker lips, slightly fuller chest, and hips.
The Captain walked over to Maybell and put a hand on her side, which caused Maybell to flinch.
“Hahaha… my name is Captain Barbarossa, and that in the corner there is Brink, don’t mind him. He’s smarter than he seems and he does as I bid. You three are here as my guests. If you misbehave, you’ll be Brink’s guests, and you won’t enjoy that… much.”
Elizabeth and the two blonde girls glanced back and forth from each other to the Captain, and over to Brink. The sight of Brink frightened all of them enough that they were anxious to do whatever the Captain asked, even Elizabeth, who not but ten minutes prior had been contemplating a fight. The Captain showed no irritation at the frozen women, chuckling to himself as he walked around the side of the bed and flopped his massive body on to it. He sat up against the head boards and beckoned to Elizabeth with his hand.
The lithe redhead began moving instantaneously, but slowly, as though compelled by magic. She crawled up on to the bed towards Barbarossa, who wrapped an arm around her and turned her so that she was sitting against the headboard next to him.
“Why don’t the two of you entertain us a little bit? Surely, a crew of women, you must have dabbled a little bit with one another, no?” As Barbarossa said this, Bridgette glanced over at Maybell, “Ahhh… I see how it is with you two. Well, then you won’t mind providing Ms. Masters and I with some entertainment, hmm? Why don’t you just start with a kiss.” He motioned them together with his hand, and again they reacted instantly.
They stepped to the foot of the bed, each with an arm wrapped around the others waist. When they got there they face each other and kissed lightly, their breasts brushing together. After a moment, the tentative kiss turned passionate, and Maybell slowly dropped her hands from Bridgette’s back to her bottom. When Elizabeth saw Bridgette open her mouth and run her tongue along Maybell’s full lower lip, she began to feel her body relax. Elizabeth straightened out her long freckled legs and her arms, which had been clutching her torso awkwardly, fell in to her lap.
Barbarossa noticed the change in Elizabeth’s posture and pulled her over on to his lap so that she was sitting against his chest. Such was the man’s size that her head rested comfortably against his chest just below his shoulder as his great beard brushed her own shoulder. Elizabeth could feel the lump beneath his pants and she shifted nervously away from it. Bridgette and Maybell had not paused in their increasingly passionate embrace and Bridgette had moved one of her hands up to Maybell’s chest to begin massaging her breast.
At this point, Barbarossa could decide to focus his attention entirely on Elizabeth, or keep enjoying the display of beauty that was Bridgette and Maybell.
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