Aye aye, Captain [Slow updates]

Prologue shit

"Ahh, fuck! Yes! Jesus"-his swearing is cut short when I slam my lips against his mouth, planting an open mouth kiss right then, biting on his bottom lip until I was sure I tasted sour. His hand finds his way into my hair, messing it even more than it already is while his other hand rakes over my sweaty self, wandering restlessly all over, as if a minute is all he got to memorise all the curves and dips on my body. I decide to end it for once and all, stopping his movements and taking the control in my hands, flipping him over, and in the next moment straddling him. His cock slides deep into me, hitting a sensitive spot, building the beginning of the much awaited orgasm that wouldn't have made its way out of me if this man here was to ride me.

When he decides to take control again, I hit his chest hard, slamming him down on the toilet seat. Wouldn't let him waste yet another ten minutes of mine in this life!

I fondle with his balls with my free hand, while my other hand is busy holding him still. His member throbs into me exactly like my vibrator does. His hands find my breasts, pinching my nipples like they are ticking bombs and a pressure more than that would blow them off. I look at him, no sign of pleasure indicated on my face and raise an eyebrow. He smirks, clearly not getting my signal. Had I known better, I would have been done by now with just my hand.

He kissed my neck, his head dipped into my crook, his tongue swivelling over my skin, and I was just wa- Oh damn! When did I lose this nail.

"Fuck, you..are...Aaagh,"he shuddered, emptying his seeds for the second time into me, and still not getting me close to my first climax. The quickie was turning out to take a bit longer than I had imagined. I gave his dick one more chance, pushing him all the way in, by moving my hips at a pace faster than the boy could probably handle. My pussy clenched around his dick for the first time, and I knew this would work. I fastened my pace, not allowing the boy to compose himself. Not that he needed any composure. Poor boy was lying as good as limp already, with his eyes rolled back to an extent where I am sure they'd stuck just that way. Both his hands were holding the toilet seat tightly, clasping his fingers around it so strong, that I could literally see his knuckles turning white. I was close to climax, too close, my body getting tired of the tremendous riding for the past five minutes.

I was so engrossed in escalating my orgasm, that I almost didn't notice the banging on the door, along with muffled noises. The door of the bathroom was suddenly kicked open, and I jumped, startled, resulting in me getting off my boytoy's lap and cumming violently all over his crotch. My eyes shut on its own accord, clearly bathing in the pleasure of my long overdue climax.

No sooner, I open my eyes, to meet them with none other than my certainly displeased mother, who had her mouth formed into an 'o' in pure dismay, and a frown that was permanently plastered on her face upon seeing me. Well, you can blame the botox too. I wink her way, while sliding my dress down my waist, securing the zipper locked, and then bending to fetch my stilettos.

"I would actually have been disappointed if I didn't find you having sex yet again,"-Mother Dear finally begins, causing me to smirk-"with a complete stranger, may I add," she scoffs, while fixating her eyes on my quickie buddy who is not even in a position to zip his cock in. I smile proudly at my work, and then turn to my mother, plastering the fake smile face I have mastered all my life.

"Clearly, Mother knows best. And oh by the way, this time, I did ask for his name." If looks could kill, I would have been dead right now.

The expression on my mother's face was so dour, it could definitely spoil the milk.

"What? You don't believe me?" I ask, shock clearly written all over my face. Drama classes paid just fine.

"Why are you so hell bent over destroying your father's reputation Del? Do you have any idea what would happen if the media and the investors of our company get to know"-

"That I am a crazy sex-craving cunt, slut, whore, bitch..aah scratch that, that goes for all the women in the family." I smiled, clearly amused by my father's choice of words for me. Honestly, the guy could do better. My mother's eyes softened, and her expression morphed into the one that of pity, the one I got the most, the one I hated.

"He didn't mean that, and those were not his exact words, you and I both know that very well. You are a smart girl Delilah, you have it all served to you on the silver platter right at your feet and yet you are wanting to kick it all away? You are a wreck, you have no idea what you are missing out on for fulfilling your dire sexual needs. How could a girl as intelligent as you be so stupid, I will never know. "

"Maybe that's what I don't want Momma. Maybe I don't want favours from you and that ass of a sperm donor you call your husband"-

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK SUCH WAY ABOUT YOUR FATHER!" Mother snapped, startling my fucktoy, who finally realised how his dick was still out there on display.

Quickly getting dressed, he awkwardly waved at my mother who practically resembled a bull right now. Well. Bullseye!

"It was nice..uh..meeting you Delilah,"Nice? Okay. That's a first.

"Certainly, the pleasure was all yours, Darwin," I stated, clearly amused by this whole situation, and definitely knowing by the tone of his voice that the guy was looking for something serious. Not that I give a damn about feelings. Actually, I do give a damn, if the guy is good at sex, which in this case would be a definite no-no.

"It's David." Darwin-nope, David replied, feigning a look of disappointment in his eyes. I looked towards my mother and couldn't help but laugh at her. Poor lady was clearly a sight to watch at the moment.

"Oops!, Sorry mother, I promise to get the name right the next time, but you can at least give me an A for the effort. C works too." I speak aloud, deciding to carry my heels in my hand rather than wearing them, and leave for my suite located on the far end of the cruise liner, but of course not without another booming laughter that echoed throughout the restroom.

Hardly been 2 hours, and I am already looking forward to this voyage.

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I am trying okay?