I have a free use slut diverted to my boat and fuck the hell out of her.
29. Kidnapping's Illegal, Right?
Before I cast off for my next port, I still had a few loose ends to tie up. I was making my rounds, revisiting and saying farewell to all of the various love interests I had met at this stop on this passage. It was still early in the evening. If I could connect with someone, I'd be that much closer to departure.
Christy had said that her mom, Pam, was now working the lunch shift, getting off at 7.p.m. I knew that she didn't have a car and used the only taxi service in town to get to and from work. I hatched an idea.
"Island taxi. How may I help?"
"Yeah, hi. This is Sailor calling. Is my buddy Art available?"
"Please hold."
"Hello. This is Art."
"Hey, Art. It's Sailor calling. How the fuck have you been?"
"Whoa! Sailor, as in The One And Only Sailor?"
"One and the same, buddy. When you gonna sell those jitneys and retire to the easy life?"
"As I live and breathe. I thought you sunk in the Gulf of Trump or had a heart attack while fucking some skanky whore. What brings you around?"
"Art, I need a favor. It's a long story but, short version, I brought some passengers with me on this passage. A mom and daughter. I got them jobs at Marcy's and they have an apartment."
"Sailor, I can't be driving your skanks around for free. I got bills to pay."
"No, no. Nothing like that Art. The mom is going to call Island Taxi for a ride home after work, around 7 p.m. tonight. I want your driver to bring her here to the marina instead of her apartment. Her name is Pam. Can you do that for me, Art?"
"Shit, that's an easy one. I thought you were gonna ask me to do something illegal, like run a trunk full of weed up to Miami or something. What's her name again?"
"Pam. Long chestnut brown hair, early 40s, nice rack. She'll book a ride from Marcy's original place to an apartment mid-island. I just want you to drop her here at the marina instead. Big tip to your driver if it's done right."
"Consider it done, my friend. Now, when are we gonna tip a few and relive the old days?"
"Soon, Art, soon. Thanks, buddy."
Anticipating some blowback from Pam, I even turned on the air conditioner, hoping it would make for a more comfortable experience. A little after 7, I wandered up to the public entrance to the marina. As the taxi pulled in I could see Pam in the back seat, giving the driver what for and dressing him down for bring her to the wrong place. She didn't see me until I appeared at the driver's window paying the $7.50 fare and slipping him a $50 tip.
When she exited the taxi she said in a perturbed, angry voice "What the fuck is going on, Sailor? I just wanted to go home and kick off my shoes. Are you trying to kidnap me or something? You know I can't leave Christy. Just what the fuck is this?"
"Calm down, calm down. Let's get to the boat, I'll get you a cold drink, I'll even give you a foot rub. I'll explain everything."
She reluctantly followed along. As she climbed below into the chilled air, she exhaled audibly. "Aahhh ... this feels nice." She kicked off her shoes and removed her top and bra. As she plopped down on the settee she said "There. That feels better. Now how about a drink and that foot rub. Then you can tell me what this is all about."
I mixed her a cold drink, pouring a scotch for myself. I sat on the bed opposite her and took one foot in my hand. I started kneading it and rubbing the tension away. Then the other foot. I kept quiet as I gave her feet some TLC. She threw her head back and kept sighing. "Oh yes ... aaahhhh ... that feels so relaxing. Thank you, Sailor."
Finally, she took a big gulp of her drink. "If you’re planning on kidnapping me, Christy has to come, too."
I laughed as I continued to massage her feet. "No, much as I'd like to keep you and Christy aboard as my personal sex slaves, that's not in the cards."
"Can we reshuffle the deck then?" she asked. "I think you'd be very happy having us aboard."
"Pam, you and Christy have brought me much joy these past few weeks. But I'm a vagabond. I'm not one to get tied down to either people or places. I'm the definition of a free spirit. Although the thought of keeping you and Christy aboard is appealing, the thought of who I might meet in the next port is even more appealing."
"I guess I understand. The thought of escaping to the Keys with you was a dream come true. But I didn't really intend to move here permanently. You know, get a job and an apartment and all. I want to explore, too."
"Pam, there's still plenty of time left for you to explore. Shit, you're just half my age. If the Keys gets boring, you can always hitch a ride on the next boat. Or hang at the truck stop on the next island east. You'll have no trouble finding a long-haul trucker to take you wherever."
She had a forlorn look on her face, downcast eyes and a frown. It was hitting home that this was a good bye meeting.
"Pam, the reason that I had Art bring you here, is because I'm planning to leave in the next few days."
"Who's Art? The taxi driver?"
I chuckled. "No, darling. Art owns Island Taxi. We've been friends for years. I'll give you his number. It might come in handy some day."
"Shit. You know everyone on this fucking island!"
"I wanted some private time, just with you, to express my deepest appreciation for all you have done for me. You really have no clue how dark my world was before you climbed aboard. You, and Christy, saved me. I was in deep despair and look at me now! Back in the mix! All because of you."
She looked up, still with sadness and disappointment inside. "Sailor, I don't want you to go. You're the only person I've ever met who treats me like an equal, like a real person and not just some sex toy. I feel safe and comfortable with you. And Christy simply adores you! I'll be crushed if you just abandon us here." She started sniffling and a few tears rolled down her cheek. I handed her the box of tissues.
"Would it make it easier if I just threw you down and raped you? If I just quit being human and started hitting and abusing you? If I pissed and spit on you and threw you in the corner?"
"Sailor, that's how men have treated me my whole life. I got to see the other side with you. Sure, you can piss on me if it's what turns you on and gives you pleasure. But if your motivation is simply to degrade me, to show your power over me - that's a much different thing.
"But you have always treated me with respect. Even in the heat of passion when you say nasty things to and about me, your dirty talk excites me. I guess it's all context."
"Pam, you're a fine woman. You've led a hard life, but I can see inside. There's a diamond in there, waiting to be polished and shown to the world. The right jeweler will come your way.
"And, if you don't mind me saying so, your sexual skills and equipment are part of that hidden gem. Here, just look at your boobs." I reached out and grabbed one, gently squeezing it. I rolled the nipple between my fingers.
"They’re firm, they're natural, they're nicely sized and they're sensitive." I leaned over and took her areola in my mouth, sucking it gently as I cupped the other one in my hand. Within seconds she was aroused.
"And your pussy! Oh, my, God! Roger's comments were an understatement. It's one of the most desirable, fuckable, satisfying pussys on earth. Of course, assets like yours don't matter if you don't know how to use them. And let me tell you, baby, you definitely know how to use them."
She had caught on now. Her expression changed to one of relief and anticipation. Without any further conversation, she rose, pulled her pants off and lay on the bed. She very slowly spread her legs exposing her thick bush, her oversized labia and her entire darkly colored fuckbox.
She looked up at me. Her eyes said "Well, here it is. It's all yours. Come and get it."
Gravity had my pants on the floor within seconds as I quickly mounted her. Precum was weeping out of my hard dick. She reached down and rubbed it around his glans, then rubbed him between her protruding labia.
Her cunt was already moist inside. He easily penetrated her large pussy, find no resistance. Quite a contrast from her young daughter. Pam's wide open pussy was a delight to fuck. Big, deep, sloppy, it could hold three cocks at once. Maybe it had previously. She's only told me about two cocks in it at once.
As I swiped my dick into and out of her cunt, she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my torso. I wasn't thrashing her, just taking deep gentle strokes. She was holding on for security, for acceptance, for togetherness.
She softly whispered "She's all yours any time you want it, Sailor. For now she just wants you to leave a generous present of your seed in her. Give her something to remember you by."
Her luscious cunt and her heartfelt words brought forth an amazing climax