Salty Stories Novels & Stories

a man hissed probably unloading. “That’s right, unload your sack” Maxwell hissed, salmming into me, his movements quickes and cock swelling. “I could fucking get you pregnant” he shouted, bellowing thereafter. The dirty words made my ass clench hard on his swelling member as I struggled to get on all fours my cock purple. I reached under me weakly, holding my weight on one palm while I jerked my cock the words having a swell time in my head before I felt him spurt his seed into me.

I'm doing this for her, I remind myself as I hang up my gear and head to my bunk. I'm the senior crew on this boat, which means I only have to share my cabin with one other man. Salty is a seasoned crab fisherman who never found the time to quit. He's an old man by boat standards, but he doesn't seem to like land. Salty is quiet and keeps to himself and only grunts when you ask him a question. I like bunking with him because he doesn't snore and leaves my shit alone. When I make my way to the back of the boat I'm surprised to see Salty standing in the hallway smoking a cigarette. Normally he'd be getting some sleep before the night shift, but here he stands, wide awake.

Placing my hands on his hips, I lean in. Then I extend my tongue to the shaft and lick from the base all the way to the sensitive tip. I notice Adam shivers a little. His hands grip the edge of the sink on either side of him as I take his broad crown in my mouth like it’s the slickest lollipop, swirling my tongue around the slit to taste his musky, salty fluid. His head falls back in response, but then his eyes return to mine almost immediately, and there’s a flame burning in them—a flame of desperation and need.

Feels strange being home again. Jack launched into a story about work and some deal they were both involved in. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from Richard and tried to look interested. My body had other plans. Every time he shifted I noticed the way his trousers pulled across his thighs. Every time he spoke I watched his mouth. I kept thinking about those same lips between my legs. About his fingers sliding under this dress and finding out how wet I already was just from sitting in the same room as him.

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

My jaw ached, throat raw, but I kept sucking, tongue swirling around the thick vein on the underside. "Fuck, Alex…swallow every drop." He buried himself deep and came with a low groan. Hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth. I swallowed desperately, coughing a little as the salty taste filled me. He kept pulsing, making sure I took it all. When he finally pulled out, a string of cum and saliva connected my swollen lips to his glistening cock. I gasped for air, face flushed and messy. Damien tucked himself away, then looked down at me with dark satisfaction.

I really liked him and he needed to know how much. He was fairly anxious and went a little soft. I asked if he was okay and reiterated we could stop if he wanted to. Then, out came a, “but does my pre cum taste okay?” Honestly, I didn’t notice. Besides, I really didn’t care. I was still soaking wet. I comforted him and told him he tasted sweet. We stopped again and he apologised. It turned out he worried, as his ex, who swallowed once, then told him in an argument he tasted like sea salt.

He's still laughing, but already heading back to his station. We might be friends but when it comes to sugarbaby-sugardaddy topic, it’s still a sensitive one on top of the heated pregnancy-abortion issue. I try my best not to dip into that pool so this would be my first time bringing it into a conversation. I don’t even know if he’s still subscribing sugar babies from Cupcake- I’ve never asked him.

“Tell me how you feel, baby. Tell me the truth.” I broke completely, words tumbling out between whimpers and sobs. “I’m addicted to you. I don’t care about the taboo anymore. You’re my stepdad and I love it. I love sneaking around, I love your cum inside me, I love being your dirty secret. Fuck Mom’s feelings—I need you more than she does. Please, I’m yours. Completely yours. Just let me cum…”

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