This story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards.  Please don't plunder it 
for your own pleasure.

	I wrote this story a few years ago and even though I know I can write 
better, I think it has a certain charm.  This is the first part of a FINISHED 
novella that involves a male sub, one eccentric female Captain and a ship full 
of sexually adventurous women.  Yes, it's that kind of story.  There's bondage, 
domination, spanking, oral sex, anal sex, orgies, pirate lingerie and even a 
little romance.  What there isn't any of are pedophilia, nonconsensual sex, and 
anything involving former food.    

	Big thanks to Souvie and Pami who always had an interest in this story and 
bugged me to post it.  Big thanks to Alexis who told me I could do better.  Even 
bigger thanks to Alicia who thought it was quite good and gave it one last edit. 
A big thanks to all the Thigh Vs. Thigh fans who let me know that funny erotica 
had an audience.  I hope this story entertains them as much as Amy and Bethany 
did.

	I am also currently storing this story at 
/files/Authors/ShonRichards/ where you can find every part 
up to now.

	I happily read any e-mail sent me and even manage to respond promptly.
 
"Her Cabin Boy"
Part 5
By Shon Richards
	
	A redheaded angel woke me up.  When I first opened my eyes, I gasped in 
shock at the beauty of the woman sent to bring me my breakfast.  Topless and far 
too dirty this early in the morning; she looked to me like the most beautiful 
woman I had ever seen.  As I became more awake I remembered that I was on board 
a ship full of beautiful women like her and the initial thrill began to die 
down.  After only a day on board the Saucy Wench, I was beginning to take 
topless redheads for granted.

	I tried to start a conversation with her but she was too busy for idle 
chatter.  She rushed right out of my room as soon as I fell out of my hammock.  
In fact she looked scared even to be talking to me.  I shrugged and tore into 
the bowl of oatmeal and toast that had been brought.  I was becoming aware that 
I wasn't going to be the most popular person on this ship, not after the display 
Captain Drake went through with Leigh.  Only the masochistic women were going to 
be talking to me.

	With roughly an hour to myself before I woke up Captain Drake, I decided 
to take a shower. Since I would have to share a common shower I was perplexed on 
what to wear.  I searched through my chest of clothes and found a really skimpy 
pair of swim trunks.  They were very tight on me and had these tacky red and 
white stripes but they were better than being nude.  Wrapping a towel around my 
waist, I rushed down the hall and stepped into the showers.  I was hoping that 
this early in the morning, no one else would be up.  I was wrong.

	As soon as I opened the door to the showers, a gust of steam hit me in the 
face.  Voices could be heard over the running showers, at least four different 
ones.  It was difficult to go in as I had no idea how the ladies would react to 
me walking in while they were naked.  There was a small area with sinks and 
benches that was separate from the actual showers and I stayed there for about 
five minutes as I worked up my courage.  I had already used up my bravery for 
the morning just getting this far.

	As intimidated as I was to walk into a shower of nude women, I decided it 
would be more embarrassing to explain to someone why I was just sitting in the 
dressing area.  Leaving my towel on a bench, I braved the doorway into the 
showers.  

	The conversation stopped as I walked in.  The four ladies just stood there 
and looked at me.  I looked back at them.  All of them were gorgeous of course, 
and all appeared to be in their early twenties.  They were all naked and 
extremely soapy; giving their bodies a shimmering sexy wet quality.  The two who 
were washing each other were both blondes, while a black woman was doing her 
hair.  The closest one to me was an Asian beauty with long black hair that 
reached down to her small ass.  Out of the five of us, the Asian was the first 
to speak.

	"You're not going to get very clean wearing a swimsuit, you might as well 
take it off," she said.  I couldn't help notice how soapy her nipples looked.  
She snapped her fingers at me, getting me to look her in the eyes.  "Hey, if 
you're going to stare at us, you have to strip down so we can stare at you!"

	"Careful, Machiko, that's the cabin boy," said the black woman.  "Lay a 
finger on him and the Captain will have you spit shining the brig."

	Machiko shrugged.  "All I plan to do is watch.  Come on, Cabin Boy, get 
naked like the rest of the crew."

	It was useless to remain calm and equally useless to argue.  With the four 
ladies staring at me, I couldn't deny the fact that I was enjoying watching 
them.  My cock was rock hard in my pants and I was embarrassed to expose myself 
to these strangers.  Trying to remain casual, I bent over and peeled my tight 
trunks off.  Machiko immediately gave me a wolf whistle, and I felt my cheeks 
burn from the humiliation.  Even though I was seeing their lovely soapy bodies, 
I felt like I was the one on display.  As much as that humiliated me, it also 
turned me on to be the center of their attention.

	"You better clean that thing before it goes off," Machiko taunted, and I 
wished there was a way to shrink my dick into my body.

	"Leave him alone, Machiko," one of the blondes said.  "The sooner he 
washes up, the sooner I can start forgetting he's the only guy on this ship.

	Just like that the jokes stopped.  The looking didn't stop though.  All 
through my shower, my eyes kept wondering back to Machiko's limber body, all wet 
and shiny.  Or sometimes I would watch the black woman because the white suds 
covering her body reminded me of semen, and I wondered what it would be like to 
spray all over her.  The blondes were the hardest to ignore.  They constantly 
washed each other, scrubbing each other in a lathery mess.  Plus, every once in 
awhile I would catch one of them looking at me.  They would turn away quickly 
when I saw them spying, all except Machiko.  She almost dared me to say 
something with those exotic eyes of hers.   

	I cleaned myself quickly, working even faster when a brunette joined us.  
As soon as the shampoo was washed out of my hair, I hurried out of the showers.  
I scared a petite blonde who was undressing on a bench and I apologized 
profusely.  The ladies in the shower would surely explain.  Heck, I was sure my 
stripping in the shower was going to become common knowledge within the hour.  
It didn't make me feel any better to know this was to become a daily ordeal.

	Back in my room I dried off and got dressed.  It was freezing in my room, 
but it was better than getting dressed in the showers.  A search through my 
chest found me a pair of reasonable denim shorts and a simple white t-shirt.  
The shirt was simple because it consisted more of tears than it did actual 
material.  I was tempted to wear a bandana and then discarded the idea.  It's 
frightening how fast my tastes were becoming as tacky as the rest of the crew.

	The clock on the wall told me that it was time to wake up the Captain.  
Upon entering her room I saw that I would have a lot of work to do today.  Toys 
were thrown around everywhere, most of them still wet from last night's 
activities.  A plate of fruit was on the ground with most of the fruit lying 
half eaten on the floor.  One of the blondes was shackled to a wooden chair.  I 
admired her nude healthy body for maybe a minute before I was distracted by the 
idea that I would have to polish that chair now.  

	The bed held the other blonde.  She was chained, spread eagle on the bed, 
a sex toy still stuffed in her shaven pussy.  Captain Drake was asleep on top of 
her.  For a moment Captain Drake almost looked harmless as she slept there on 
the blonde's breast.  The feeling faded as the morning light revealed the welts 
and stripes on the blonde's nude body.  The nipples were a dark pink and covered 
in bite marks of some sort.  Even the face of the blonde portrayed exhaustion as 
her jaw hanging open in relief.  

	"Good morning, Cabin Boy," Captain Drake said when I shook her slightly.  
"Unchain the girls and send them on their way.  Give them also one spank on the 
ass for me while you're at it."

	Hot damn!  True, it was only a spank on the ass, but after the horny 
morning I had had it was appreciated.  I unchained the one in bed first, waking 
her up in the process.  Half asleep, she nearly fell out of bed but I got her to 
her feet easily enough.  While she was rubbing her eyes, I unchained the girl in 
the chair.  I was completely heartless as the beautiful blondes stumbled to 
their feet.  The tiny bit of power I had was exhilarating.  Even just waking 
them up gave me a sense of superiority that I had been craving since I had 
stepped on board this ship.  

	"Not so fast, ladies," I said when they gathered their clothes in their 
arms and headed for the door.  "Captain Drake insisted I give you something for 
her.

	 I grabbed the girl who had been on the bed by the arm, and delivered a 
single smack to the back of her full ass.  The angle was awkward, and despite my 
bravado I was still a little shy so the blow barely tapped her ass at all.  
Heck, she didn't even jump.

	Captain Drake didn't comment, but the other girl snickered briefly.  
Pissed off at being the laughing stock this morning, I roughly grabbed the 
snickering girl.  With all my frustration coming out, I whipped my hand back and 
landed a good one on her ass.  She jumped and screamed at my spank, and the 
noise of my hand meeting her bare ass echoed through the room.  A red print 
appeared instantly on her ass, which helped my ego a bit since the spank also 
stung my hand.  

	"There you go, Cabin Boy, we'll make a spanker out of you yet," Captain 
Drake quipped.  As the girls left, I felt a bit of pride at this small 
compliment from my Captain.

	"What else can I do for you, my captain?" I asked.  She was looking 
gorgeous this early in the morning.  Her red hair was a tangled mess and there 
were bags under her eyes, but her body was as fit and sexy as ever.  I hoped 
Captain Drake was half as horny as I was.

	"You can change those sheets and get to work cleaning my room," she said 
to my disappointment.  "You've got three hours before Second Mate Teresa begins 
her training session with you so wipe those leering thoughts from your head and 
get to work, dog!  I have to do a formal inspection of the engines today, and I 
don't have time to deal with your base urges."

	Damn, I hate it that my lust must be that plain to her!  It felt like I 
had no secrets at all from this woman, but then, I think that's what makes me 
crazy about her.  

	So I spent the next three hours cleaning my Captain's adventures from last 
night.  That was sexually frustrating!  I knew from the wet spots on the bed 
exactly where someone was while they were getting fucked.  Scuff marks on the 
tables and chairs told me where shackles had been placed and how much they had 
struggled.  The dildos and vibrators were the worst.   After cleaning so many of 
them, I couldn't help but lament the fact that they never called in someone who 
had his own flesh phallus.  I don't know which was worse, the cleaning or the 
re-enactment of the debauchery that occurred next door to me last night.

	It occurred to me to masturbate, but to be honest, I was too afraid to.  
Despite being on board a ship of sex maniacs, I wasn't sure how acceptable it 
would be for me to get caught jacking off.  The punishments Captain Drake might 
come up were too horrible to even think about.  What if she considered my sexual 
activity to be off-limits to even my hand?  Did I really want to find out 
without asking her?  The answer was a definite 'NO'.
	
	By working non-stop I managed to get everything clean again before my 
appointment with Second Mate Gonzales.  I hurried down to the gym, not even 
taking the time to sight see the usual bounty of pretty girls.  In fact, I got 
there twenty minutes early.  I got to see a group of crew women performing the 
last of their exercises for the day.  From what I could see, it involved bending 
over and doing repeated thrusts with a dildo into the girl in front of them.  
They were formed into a circle, happily plunging their weighted dildos into each 
other in a timed manner.  There's nothing like watching women masturbate each 
other to the count of an instructor!

	When they were done, and I was extremely horny, Second Mate Teresa 
approached me in all her muscular glory.  Today she was wearing a tight red 
sports bra that clearly defined her nipples.  A tiny red thong bikini covered 
her bottom, and revealed her wonderful ass.  The only other equipment she 
carried was a silver whistle and a large paddle, both of which I had seen her 
use often in her class.

	"Now that the ladies are gone, strip off your shorts and underwear," the 
muscular Teresa commanded.  

	I quickly obeyed.  I was so horny, my shyness was forgotten as I chucked 
off my clothes.  It looked like Second Mate Gonzales was going to give me the 
kind of workout I needed!  My cock was hard from the group orgy I had watched 
only a few minutes ago.  Standing tall, and hard, I was ready to begin my 
'exercises'.

	"First you must stretch," Second Mate Gonzales ordered.  With her 
instructions, I went through a quick, two-minute routine that loosened my body 
up.  Well, my body might have been loose, but cock was tense with the action it 
was expecting.

	"Let's start you on the treadmill, Captain Drake said she wanted to get 
rid of your stomach roll as soon as possible," she said. 

	 A bit confused, I did as she said and climbed on board the running 
machine.  She set the machine with a dial, and the treadmill began immediately 
at a furious pace.  I nearly broke into a sprint as I struggled to stay on the 
machine.  My cock was bouncing from my running, slapping my legs and stomach as 
I struggled to keep on the machine.  Just when I was about to give up a powerful 
slap landed on my ass.

	"Ouch!" I cried out and I nearly fell off the machine.

	"That was a warning slap," Teresa said in a threatening tone, thick with 
her accent.  "If you can't keep up with the machine for the full ten minutes, 
then you will receive thirty spanks."

	That began the hardest run of my life.  My erection disintegrated as I 
raced along the treadmill.  My heart was pounding but I knew better than to 
stop.  In fact, every time I slowed down, Teresa was there with another slap 
from her paddle.  As big and powerful as she was, every spank from her was a 
blow that nearly knocked me off my feet.  She only had to spank me five times 
but every stinging spank stayed with me long after the exercised was over.

	With Teresa's 'assistance', I barely managed to stay on the treadmill.  I 
was surprised I made it, but not nearly as surprised as Teresa.  She played with 
the end of her night black hair and bit her lip while I was bent over and 
panting from the ordeal.  From the hard look in her beautiful brown eyes, I 
could tell she came to some sort of a conclusion.

	"I am obligated to give you a reward for your performance," Second Mate 
Teresa said.  "So don't take this personally, or think I'm doing it because I 
like you."

	And with those words of encouragement, Teresa reached down and grabbed 
hold of my now limp member.  I was still bending over panting, but I 
straightened right up once her grip wrapped around my cock.  Her grip was 
strong, but not too tight as she stroked my quickly growing cock. My ass was 
still burning from the power of her spanks, so I knew she could do me some 
serious harm if she wanted to.  Somehow, that danger just turned me on more.  
After a few strokes from the exotic Second Mate, my cock was fully erect and 
ready to explode into her brown hand.  That's when she stopped.

	"That's enough, chico," she said, snapping me out of my pre-orgasm bliss.  
"Get on the floor and get ready to show me how many push-ups you can do."

	Obeying her was easy.  I was eager to show her how many I could do.  If 
she nearly gave me a hand job for running, who knows what I would get for other 
exercises!

	As I got on my knees, Teresa got down on the ground too.  She positioned 
herself so that her waist was right where my head was.  Before I could ask her 
what she was doing, she insisted I assume my push-up position.  When I lifted 
myself up, Teresa moved herself down so that her crotch was perfectly aligned 
with my face.  As I remained frozen in my up position, Teresa reached down and 
moved her flimsy red thong away from her sex.  Totally shaven of any hair, her 
sex was inches from my face.

	"Listen carefully and you won't get hurt," Teresa said, so I listened very 
carefully.  "You will do a push-up, and when you are down there, you may lick me 
ONCE!  After the one lick I will count out your progress, and you will rise back 
up.  This will continue until I say you're finished or you collapse.  If you 
take more than one lick you shall be punished.  Understand chico?"

	"Completely," I said, staring down at the wet treat before me.

	"Go," she said, and I did.  The first trip down was the hardest.  My 
tongue flicked out and ran along her salty flesh.  I stopped myself from getting 
a better taste and rose myself up on shaky arms.  God, it was hard to restrain 
myself.  I wanted so badly to just bury my mouth in her sex but I knew I 
couldn't disobey.  

	Each push-up seemed to go by faster as I kept returning to lick her dark 
sex with the brown nether lips.  The pain in my arms was easily forgotten as I 
slowly opened her lips with my singular licks.  Teresa even moaned once or twice 
as her clit began to poke out of her sex; growing slightly larger as I coaxed it 
out with my tongue.  The tangy juice that began to coat her sex lips was all the 
refreshment I needed to keep my arms going.  The sight of her wet sex nestled 
between her powerful thigh muscles was causing my cock to throb almost 
painfully.  I lost count of Teresa's count, but I did take notice that her voice 
was getting shriller as my licks continued.

	"Enough, enough!" Second Mate Gonzales cried out, pushing me away from 
her.  Let your arms rest for a moment, and then we'll continue."

	I collapsed on the mat, and that's when I realized just how sore I was.  
My arms were feeling heavy and my chest was once again pounding from the 
exertion.  I didn't care though.  I had never been in so much pain yet also so 
turned on.  If I had had workouts like these in High School, I would have been 
an All-star on the Basketball team!  Plus the cool downs weren't so bad either; 
not with Teresa's sweaty brown body to admire.

	"Lie down and draw your knees up, we'll work on your sit-ups now," Teresa 
commanded.

	I did as she said, though I had no idea where I was going to get the 
strength to continue.  I lay down, and drew my knees up.  To my delight, Teresa 
got by my ankles, and anchored me by holding onto my knees.  Once again her 
power was apparent as soon as she touched me.  I knew I wasn't going anywhere 
with her holding me.

	When I did my first sit-up, I found I had another treat waiting for me.  
Teresa had removed her top and placed her enormous, round, brown breasts over my 
knees.  They were even larger out of her bra!  With every sit-up, Teresa allowed 
me to briefly suck one of her nipples into my mouth.   I alternated between 
breasts, sometimes merely sucking while other times I bit down hard as my 
passion consumed me.

	It wasn't long before I realized her breasts were implants.  There was a 
definite hardness just underneath her nipple that I had never experienced 
before.  I could care less.  With her awesome thighs, sexy back and curvy arms, 
I could forgive her wanting to have nice breasts that were as large as the rest 
of her body.  It was their sheer size that kept me returning again and again, no 
matter how much my stomach muscles cried out for a break.

	After another blissful eternity of repeated suckling, Teresa made me stop 
rather forcefully.  I collapsed again, the exertions catching up to me once my 
sex bait had been removed.  Teresa was breathing as hard as I was, and that gave 
me a small piece of pride.

	"You're in much better shape than Dr. Allston's tests showed," she said, 
with a trace of wonder in her voice.  "It must be that your sex drive 
compensates for your bad physical shape."

	"Thank you, I think," I answered.

	After three minutes of cooling down, Teresa directed me to the last 
exercise.  It looked like a bench with several pulleys and cables connected all 
around it.  A cot hung down halfway over the bench and the whole contraption 
just confused me.   Second Mate Gonzales told me where to lie down, and she 
pointed out the bar I was grab onto and pull when the exercise began.  She then 
got on top of the cot with her head hanging off right above my crotch.  I 
certainly liked where this was going!

	"You don't have to worry about lifting my weight, the whole system works 
on counter-weights," she started to explain.  "I've set the weights to be 
roughly twenty pounds more than what you proved you could lift.  When you pull 
down on the bar, it'll lower my cot, and I'll place your cock right into my 
mouth.  Be warned though: it's easier to pull and release the bar than it is to 
just hold it while I'm sucking you.  You'll set your own pace, but it's up to 
you on whether you get off or not.  You may begin when you are ready."

	I didn't need to know any more!  I reached up, braced my legs, and pulled 
down hard on the bar.  The weight was extreme, especially after my earlier 
workout.  The cot lowered Teresa right down to my waiting cock.  I felt her 
reach down and grab me, aiming my cock straight up into her lips.  Her long 
black hair prevented me from watching, but I could feel the liquid heat of her 
mouth encompass me.  I held onto the bar, enjoying the suction of her mouth as 
she sucked my hard cock.  After a few seconds of this bliss I reluctantly 
released the bar.  Teresa's mouth left my cock, but her hand held on ready to 
guide me back into her again.

	It was the sweetest torture.  I would pull down on the bar, and for a few 
wonderful moments, Teresa's mouth would suck hard on my thrusting cock.  Her 
tongue swirled down the length of my cock while her lips would sink down right 
to my pubic hair.  It was impossible to thrust my hips while pulling the bar, so 
I had to let Teresa do all the motions.  The bar itself rapidly became heavier 
as the exertions of the day took their toll on me.   Each pull of the bar became 
extremely painful but the thrill of knowing I could shoot my load into Teresa's 
waiting mouth made me push myself further.

	To my frustration, my arms gave out first.  Pulling as hard as I could 
with my weary arms I could not make Teresa come down to my cock.  I felt I was 
close too, but then, any man who has his oral sex interrupted probably feels the 
same way too.  There was no denying it though: my arms were useless and Teresa 
didn't seem the type to make an exception to her rules.  

	"That was a good workout cabin Boy," she said as she rinsed her mouth out.  
"I bet it won't take more than a month for you to get strong enough to climax."

	On that discouraging note she ended my session.  I stumbled into the 
showers on exhausted limbs and with a horny cock.  Again I was tempted to 
masturbate, but I held it off with a cold shower.  With all the sex flying 
around, I was damned and determined to wait until I got some. I was sure Captain 
Drake wouldn't leave me in the cold two nights in a row.

	I spent the rest of the day in anticipation of Captain Drake needing me.  
Lunch was eaten quickly in the dinning hall, and I rushed back to the Captain's 
quarters.  Dusting and sweeping kept me busy until my rest period came up at 3 
o'clock.  I hung out in the rec room for my break, trying to keep my mind off of 
my cock by playing many, many games of pinball.  It was easy to get absorbed in 
my pinball game because none of the other women even gave me a greeting.  I 
guess the story of what happened to Leigh got around.  

	I was leaving the rec room when I saw Leigh coming down the hall.  We 
paused at the doorway and just looked at each other, both of us too embarrassed 
to say anything.  What do you say to the girl you managed to get hung on the 
front of the ship all day?

	"I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry," we both blurted out.

	"You're sorry, what are you sorry for?" I asked.  Wow, she was wearing a 
tacky hot pink bikini and she still made it look good.

	"Well, I didn't mean to get you into trouble," she said.

	"Hey, you can't help how Captain Drake acts," I responded.	"I mean look 
at our clothes!"

	This made her laugh, as we shared the unspoken joke about our Captain's 
sanity.  It was amazing.  Normally with pretty girls, I'm too shy to ever say 
anything witty.  Yet because we are both in rather shitty positions, it made me 
feel like we were on the same side against a common enemy.  After watching her 
humiliation I found it easy to be comfortable around Leigh.  

	"Hey, I got to go, but I'm glad I saw you," she said.  "Maybe we can talk 
some more if you don't mind." After leaving me flabbergasted that she would want 
to talk to me some more, she ran on down the hall.  

	That picked up my spirits for the rest of the day.  A pretty blonde, who 
wasn't crazy, wanted to see me again!  On a ship of nymphomaniac dominatrixes, I 
was getting a big crush on the girl.  I whistled for the rest of the day, 
feeling optimistic that my day would get better.  I was wrong.

	 Captain Drake returned to her cabin and immediately had me clean all the 
windows.  She talked to me while I worked, describing to me the various 
punishments and tortures she inflicted on her crew of lovely beauty queens.  I 
was getting very horny, especially when she described how she had one girl 
perform a strip tease for the entire bridge crew.  She also let me describe my 
day as she was curious how my exercises went.  I told her the truth about Second 
Mate Teresa's 'rewards', not knowing how she would react.  Captain Drake just 
laughed, taking great delight in my inability to climax.   

	It was odd.  I embellished how horny I was to her, hoping she would take 
care of my needs somehow.  Captain Drake did not give me one bit of sympathy.  
That was when I learned an important truth about my boss; she was not going to 
be doing me any favors.  Ashlyn was one of those women who didn't do anything 
she didn't want to, especially giving mercy sex to one of her employees.  I 
wasn't mad at the older woman; in fact, I respected the hell out of her.  Sex 
was going to be on her terms and I would just have to receive pleasure from her 
when she was good and ready.  

	The rest of the night was kind of dull.  I did some note taking for the 
Captain, as she had to finish off some of her financial business before she 
could truly enjoy this cruise.  It was difficult to work around the sexy lady.  
Her breasts kept spilling from her white blouse, and her legs were so gorgeous 
in her tight shorts.  Captain drake kept catching me staring at her, but she 
never complained.  In fact, she didn't bring it up until she was ready to go to 
bed.

	"I'm sleeping alone tonight my Cabin Boy, but I noticed you've been 
looking at me a lot.  Are you half as horny as you look?" she asked.

	"Yes, my Captain," I answered.  My heart was racing as I considered she 
might have mercy after all.

	"Well help tuck me into bed," she said.  "After you're done with me you 
better go to your room and masturbate.  It'll help you sleep."

	My face must have betrayed my fear.  "Oh don't worry," she said as I 
helped her into bed.  "You're allowed to masturbate as much as you want unless I 
am punishing you.  If you're going to be loyal only to me, I expect you to help 
curb your own tendencies.  Now turn out my lights and go take care of yourself.  
You look ready to explode."

	I didn't need to be told twice.  True, I was disappointed that I wasn't 
getting any sex tonight, but after my long day, I didn't care any more.  Nothing 
sounded better than sex right now, even if it was with my hand.  An orgasm is an 
orgasm to someone who has seen as many naked bodies as I had that day.

	After I tucked my Captain in for the night and closed our adjoining door, 
I almost started jacking off right there.  I decided not to do it in my room; 
mostly because I didn't have anything to clean myself up with.  It was getting 
late and the ship was quieting down so I thought it would be safe to go to the 
showers.  That way I could wash myself right after I was done.

	To my annoyance, the showers had someone in them.  I didn't hear any 
talking, so I could hear the water running.  I was pissed off.  After my long 
day, I was denied my first chance at getting off.  I considered going back to my 
room, but I was too ticked off.  Damn it, I was tired of being the odd man out 
on this ship!  I wasn't going to let someone get in my way.  I stripped off my 
clothes, and went into the showers.  My plan was to ignore the other person and 
pretend to wash until they left.  The way people were always leaving me alone; I 
didn't think my plan could fail.

	My plan failed as soon as I rounded the corner.  Inside was Machiko, the 
Asian who intimidated me earlier.  Worse, she was squatting up against a wall, 
her hands stroking her sex while a shower across from her sprayed down on her.  
I was so stunned to find someone having the same idea as me that I just froze.  
When Machiko saw me, she screamed, causing me to scream too.

	I was turning to run out of there when she called out to me.

	"Hey Cabin Boy, wait!" she yelled.  Against my better judgment, I stopped.

	"What are you doing taking a shower this late at night?" she asked.  She 
stood up and the soap cascaded off her shiny slim body.

	"Just taking a shower," I answered.

	"Bullshit, you took a shower this morning," she said.  She walked closer 
to me and I backed up from her.

	"In fact, I bet you're here for the same reason I am.  You wanted some 
privacy and you thought the showers would be empty," she accused.  Her Asian 
eyes were half closed, mocking me with her correct guess.

	"Yep, you nailed me," I said sarcastically.  "Imagine that, a guy wants to 
jerk off after spending all day on board this nympho ship."  Something snapped 
in me.  I was tired of these ladies pushing me around, especially the ones who 
didn't have any real authority.

	I must have impressed her because she stopped coming closer.  "Yeah, I 
guess it would be an easy guess," she said.  She stood there, looking at me with 
a serious expression on her face. She came to a decision and said, "How about we 
help each other out?"

	Damn, a beautiful wet woman propositioned me and I couldn't accept!  
"Sorry, but captain's orders forbid me from having sexual contact with anyone 
else."  

	She ran a finger down her small breasts.  "True, but I was thinking we 
didn't have to touch.  I could sit here and you could sit here and we could 
masturbate together.  That way we won't break any rules at all."

	Oh man!  I was torn!  She had a point, but I didn't think Captain Drake 
would see it that way.  On the other hand, I really didn't know.  Ten minutes 
ago I didn't know it was all right to jerk off.  What if I was wrong and she 
didn't mind this either?

	"Come on," she said, almost begging.  "You can't want to masturbate by 
yourself, do you?"

	That did it.  She was right.  I was lonely.  Being begged by a wet, nude, 
exotic beauty was pretty attractive too.  Without saying anything I grabbed a 
bottle of shampoo and started lathering up my hands.  Machiko purred at my 
actions and took her place, safely across from me on the far wall.  We both sat 
down in the showers with all the showerheads running full blast.

	My legs were spread and my cock was nice and slippery as my lathered hands 
began stroking myself.  Machiko was already wet when I came in, her long black 
hair plastered to her scalp.  It looked like the shower water was stripping her 
as the suds that covered her body fell from her, exposing her skin and faint 
pink nipples.  Her sex was covered with a furry black bush in which she stuck 
three of her fingers in while I watched.  As she parted her lips, I saw the 
flash of pink that exposed her to me.  She didn't mind at all, for her eyes were 
glued to my cock.  I swear it felt like my cock was bigger than ever, knowing 
she was watching it in order to get off.

	She wasn't just sitting there though.  With her free hand, she massaged 
her small breasts, rubbing her chest as her other hand stroked faster at her 
sex.  I pumped my cock faster, which encouraged her to thrust her hips as she 
masturbated.  It was amazing to watch her three fingers slip effortlessly into 
her; it made me imagine what it would be like to fuck such a wet pussy.  As we 
continued, her free hand tugged harder at her breasts, pulling the nipples out 
far from her small breasts.  I almost became concerned as it looked like it 
would hurt, but I was too horny to inquire.  The sight of her tiny nipples being 
pulled so hard just made me think about how much I wanted to sink my teeth onto 
her tits.

	"I'm going to cum!" Machiko yelled over the roar of the showers.  Machiko 
pushed her shoulders against the wall and lifted her ass up as her heels dug 
into the floor.  Her hips bounced in the air as her hand quickened the pace.  
She was fucking the empty air with her passion, turning me on as I pointed my 
stroking cock towards her.  Only her thumb and index finger were visible as she 
pumped her pussy faster.  She bit down hard on her bottom lip and her eyes were 
half closed with pleasure, but she never stopped looking at my cock.  

	It made me so horny to know that she was imaging my hard cock inside her.  
I could tell from her eyes that she wanted me to come over there and sink myself 
into her.  It was a small piece of smug pride on my behalf to know that I 
wouldn't give it to her.  It was a petty revenge but it was one I savored 
anyway.  It was good to tease this woman that had humiliated me earlier.  In 
fact, I slowed my pace. I wanted to make this last as long as possible, to let 
her see the cock she couldn't have so close to her.

	Machiko started climaxing and her hand acted like it couldn't stroke fast 
enough.  She tossed her head back as the first spasm shook her body and her 
mouth hung open as she cried out silently.  The water from the opposite shower 
rained down right into her mouth.  The water quickly filled her mouth and 
spilled out of her lips, washing down her already shiny body.  To my aroused 
mind it made me think of cum spilling from her lips after a messy blowjob.  The 
water just kept coming out of her lips, spilling down her chin and neck, coating 
her breasts and then washing down to her stroking pussy.	 

	Finally, I could wait no longer.  "I'm going to cum now," I gasped.

	"Wait!"  Machiko said, still pumping her pussy with her hand.  "Stand over 
me when you climax!"		

	Despite the resentment I felt over being commanded, I did as she asked.  I 
stood up on the slippery tiles and quickly walked over to her, never letting go 
of my ready cock.  She leaned back against the wall, her legs spread on the 
floor and both her hands stroking her pussy.  I stood over her, pointing my cock 
right at her face.  The Asian beauty tipped her head back and flicked her tongue 
at me, calling for me to do what I had been fantasizing about.

	It didn't take five seconds for my cock to ejaculate onto this tempting 
target.  My cock erupted a long stream that landed right on her face.  I struck 
her cheek with my first squirt but Machiko shifted her head over and caught my 
second string of cum right onto her lips.  I shuddered at the sight of my cum 
splashing on her tongue.  That caused my next splash to fall lower, right on the 
top of her left breast.  Machiko climbed onto her knees, raising herself inches 
away from my cock.  Still separated by Captain's Drake orders, we looked right 
into each other's eyes as I continued to pump my full load into her open lips.

	"This is our secret, Cabin Boy, right?" Machiko asked when my cock was 
finally empty.

	"Of course," I said.  "I don't know about you, but I think I'll be having 
more late night showers in the future."

To be continued,