Loud talking woke me up. After being alone on the water or on a mooring ball I wasn’t used to hearing voices first thing in the morning. I poked my head up to investigate and saw people on the boats all around mine, on the dock clustered in groups or scurrying around looking busy. Quite a change from what I normally saw. Living in such a large marina was going to take some adjustment. I put the coffee on and pulled up the marina’s website for a more detailed analysis. Wanted to see what they had to offer. I studied the layout and found the laundry, the showers, and the Captains Lounge. The important things. I noted that there was also a small bar & grill on site. Decided to shower and do some laundry. Grabbed a big travel mug of coffee, my laundry, and my shower bag. Headed to the buildings. Acknowledged dozens of boaters along the way. “Morning, Captain” was repeated over and over.
When I got to the laundry room, it was busy, but I found an empty washer. Noted that it was the ladies who did the laundry, so the room was filled with lots of estrogen. Started my wash, then hit the shower. Felt good to have a long hot shower. Feeling refreshed I went back to finish my laundry. Five or six women there, a few were lookers. Sat quietly as my clothes dried and listened to the gossip. No mention of Second Chance or Jenny. Did hear about a drunk screaming match on dock L, police called, yada, yada. The couple apparently drink heavily and end up in shouting arguments monthly. Glad I’m on dock O.
Finished my laundry and went to explore the Captains Lounge. Rather nice with all the usual amenities. Social area with tables and chairs, library, bulletin boards, patio with grills, etc. Nicely laid out, clean and well appointed. There was a cute tiny Filipino girl mopping the floor. Otherwise, the room was empty. “Good morning.” “Good morning, sir” she replied with a broad smile. “So, you do the cleaning around here?” “Yes, sir. I also clean boats.” Bingo!! “Well, I need some boat cleaning. You interested?” “Oh, yes, sir!” she exclaimed. “I can come by and look. I get off at three. What slip are you?” “Three would be fine. I’m dock O, slip 69.” It was only 11 a.m. so I had plenty of time. I returned to my boat to drop off my laundry.
As I passed Second Chance, Jenny appeared on deck. “Hey sailor! Got a minute? Can you come aboard? I need some help with something.” I climbed aboard and she ushered me into the main salon. “Bill’s at a doctor appointment. He won’t be back for a couple of hours. Wanna fool around?” How could I resist? I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her toward me, planting my lips squarely on hers giving her my answer. We started making out, our tongues swirling around in each other’s mouths. I reached up her tee shirt and started fondling her fake breasts. A little too firm but toying with her nipples made her twist and squirm. “Ooohhh that tickles” she said as she took a step back.
As she started to unbuckle my belt she explained “Sailor, that fucking you gave me yesterday was so damn delightful. I slept like a baby last night. Haven’t felt that good in years. Let me return the favor.” She now had my pants on the floor and got down on her knees. My dick was just starting to firm up. She took half of it in her wet mouth and started stroking it with her lips. As she continued it went in deeper and deeper, finally hitting that infamous deepthroat wall at the back. She kept this up, fucking my cock with her mouth for several minutes. Then I started rocking my hips, in sync with her head bobbing. As the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, I began being a bit more aggressive. I held her head, so she stopped her motion and I started genuinely fucking her mouth. I was now knocking on that deepthroat door asking to be let in.
“That’s it, baby. Be my little mouth whore. Suck my cock, take it all in. Let me have my way with your mouth. Just relax and let my hard cock slide deep down your throat. Relax, bitch. Just relax your throat and let me fuck your mouth. Turn on that inner slut and swallow my cock. Swallow it bitch.” As I was saying this and stroking my cock in and out, her mouth loosened up, opened wider and she grabbed my hips for support. I could feel her throat loosen and took my shot. I rammed my cock past that deepthroat door and held her head tight against my groin. This caused her belly to spasm, so I pulled my cock out. She coughed and sputtered, gasping for breath, spit oozing out of her mouth. Before she could fully recover, I rammed my cock back down her throat and, still holding her head, I began a brutal mouth fuck, slamming my cock, head to pubes, in and out of her mouth. To be honest, I was really enjoying doing this to such a trophy girl. They’re usually all show and no go. I continued savagely raping her throat, pounding her face until she pushed me away. She was gasping for air and her mouth was a sloppy mess.
After a few moments of her catching her breath, she let me know what she wanted by sliding my cock back down her throat. She pumped it in and out a few times until I grabbed her head and resumed where I had left off. Her mouth was now ultra-wet and sloppy, just how I like it. And she had relaxed so that she presented me with an irresistible hole to fuck. I took full advantage, pounding her pretty face and thinking about her finely sculpted body. After several more minutes of this fantastic mouth fuck, I felt that unmistakable tingle down there signaling an upcoming cum fest. With only a few more strokes, I shoved it all the fucking way in, held her head tight to me and unloaded a full load of jism deep in her throat. I held my dick deep inside her until after the last dick spasm. When I finally pulled it out, she swallowed hard, then was coughing and gasping for air.
“That was one hell of a mouth fucking, sailor. The way you pounded my mouth took me back, way back to when my asshole ex used to fuck me like that. Usually he’d start with my ass, fucking it hard. Then he’d step around to the front and do what you just did. But I must say, your cum juice tastes a whole lot better than his did. His was kinda bitter; yours tasted just right.” “Glad I could oblige, Jenny. Hope we can do it again sometime.” “Any time, sailor. Any time.” I gathered my stuff and headed home.