Guilty Pleasures by Bertrice Small

leave you to sail away to England.”
    “Then how can I refuse you, your grace?” Carla murmured seductively.
    “You can’t!” he replied with devastating surety. “Nestor! Come in. The lady is ready to receive your attentions.”
    Nestor sauntered into the bedchamber.
    “Can we all be naked?” Carla asked.
    “A grand idea!” Lord Hawke replied enthusiastically. He nodded to his first mate, and the two men quickly stripped their garments off.
    Carla smiled as she eyed them both. The king of the pirates stood at least six inches over his mate. He was golden all over from his wavy hair to the curly bush between his legs. Nestor was perhaps an inch or two over six feet. He was a stocky man with dark brown hair pulled back and tied. The bush beneath his flat belly was thick, and the cock nestled there was more than impressive, perhaps a tiny bit longer than his master’s, but Carla could see it would not be as thick. She held out her hands to the two men. “Do you mean to stand there preening, and leave me alone with my need for you both? Come, sirs! Join me at once.”
    They complied immediately.
    “Take the lead, Nestor. I want to watch for now,” the king of the pirates said.
    Nestor smiled. “Those are a fine pair of tits you have there, lass,” he told her.
    Her back supported by several pillows, Carla sat straight. She slipped her hands beneath her breasts and held them up and out to him in invitation. “Help yourself.”
    He chortled, pulling the sheet away so her entire body was available to him, then pushed her legs apart and knelt between her thighs. Leaning forward, he availed himself of her breasts, kissing the nipples, licking them, then sucking the tender flesh hard so that the tips grew hard and pointed. He bit down sharply on one nipple.
    Carla squealed and smacked his head.
    Nestor laughed heartily. “By God,” he exclaimed approvingly, “you’re a feisty one, lass. I like a woman with a lot of pepper and spice. Your Violetta was too tame for me, but his lordship swears you’ll give me a good ride.” Then suddenly he yanked her legs over his shoulders, burying his face between her thighs with a growl. “Lock your ankles about my neck, lass. I’ll need my hands to play. I’ve never seen a mons plucked smooth as silk. ’Tis a pretty sight, I must admit.” When she had complied with his command, he peeled her nether lips apart, his tongue beginning to forage amid the sensitive flesh of her cunt, licking its walls first, and then finding her clit with the very tip.
    Lord Julian Hawke, the king of the pirates, watched as his first mate satisfied his lusts on the woman known as the queen of the pirates. He had thought to be dispassionate about it, for other than his wife, he had always shared his women. But watching Nestor bring beautiful Captain Raven pleasure began to irritate him. Still, having promised the man full access, he could hardly throw him out now. But soon.
    Carla pulled the first mate to her, and kissed him heartily. She could taste herself on his lips and his tongue. “Fuck me!” she whispered into his ear, and then she nipped the lobe of it for emphasis.
    “Aye!” Nestor said and drove his long cock into Carla. He brought her to a satisfying climax after some minutes.
    “You didn’t come,” she complained to him.
    “I will,” he told her, withdrawing. “Roll over, lass, and raise your arse up so I can get at it. I hear you like a good arse-fuck.”
    Damn, how exciting this is, Carla thought as she turned herself over and elevated her butt. “Do it!” she hissed at him. His fingers dug into the flesh of her plump hips. She felt the tip of his long, slender cock nosing between the cheeks of her ass. “Do it! I’m dying for it! Do it now!” she half moaned. “Ahhhhh! Aye! That’s it, First Mate!”
    Her face was a mask of perfect lust. Watching her, the pirate king felt himself overwhelmed with jealousy. He had expected her to demur at his suggestion that