On the foredeck, my boss and the two girls were on their sides in a triangle.  One of the girls was sucking his cock, he was sucking the other girls cunt, she was sucking the cunt of the girl sucking his cock.

As we watched, the cocksucker pulled him from her mouth and finished him with a few deft strokes, copious amounts of spunk shot out in spurts onto the deck cushions.  He rolled onto his back and the girls went into a lesbian sixty-nine.

He looked up at the flying bridge and shouted;

"Get your arse down here buddy, I need help with these two."

The girls were not really my type, too skinny, bite-size tits, too young.  But a single man takes it when it's offered.  The woman at my side said;

"Duty calls.  I'll take over here."

I made my way down to the deck.  Someone has to do it

-:-

When I left the Royal Navy, it was not because I was fed up with life at sea.  In the line of duty, I had had to do something that sickened me.  I realised that I was not really a fighting man.  An ex-colleague had gone into business supplying crew for luxury yachts.  I re-trained and was now a professional captain.

I was based in Toulon.  For the mega-rich, a super-yacht was a luxury mobile home and office combined, much of the time was spent moored in marinas in the Mediterranean, but I have also island hopped in places like the Caribbean and the Seychelles.  Someone has to do it.

The downside is that the owners are not always very nice people.  I had to be Captain Three Wise Monkeys.  But it paid well and I frequently enjoyed scraps from the master's table in the shape of the type of women who flock to rich men.

My current contract was a bit different.  For a start it was not a super-yacht.  Not quite.  A super-yacht brings with it all kinds of regulations.  At just under twenty-four metres, Sea Witch was defined as owner-operable.  Toby, the owner, was more than capable of operating her alone.  As was his wife Belle.  Even so, he employed me to do it while he went about his business.  Or rather businesses, one of which was porn.

The girls that I was about to fuck in the line of duty were actresses, porn princesses.  A film was being shot on board.  Shooting was finished, the film crew, the leading lady and the studs, had left. The girls had hitched a ride on Sea Witch, from Crete to Corsica, our next destination.  They were more than capable of working their passages.

I fed my cock into the oily cunt of the girl on top, she muttered her appreciation then went back to licking the cunt of the other girl.  I could feel the other girl's tongue on the root of my cock as it emerged from her friend's cunt, then on my balls as I slid back in.

Toby joined the party, his cock now hard enough for another round.  The girls changed position, both were now on all fours.  Toby slid his cock into the girl that I had been fucking and I mirrored him as I pushed into the other.

-:-

You never knew what to expect from a commission.  I had joined Sea Witch in Patras and the first month had been spent island hopping in the Agean.  Belle was a qualified captain, she had been one of my predecessors but had been promoted to wife.  She was twenty years younger than Toby.   About my age at the time, thirty-eight.

I had a cabin to myself, in the stern, close to the engines.  Sea Witch was fully air-conditioned  but I liked to sleep on deck whenever I could.  The downside of that was that I could hear them fucking.  On many occasions I wanked myself off, feeding my precious spunk to the fishes.

One day, we were on a long trip between islands.  I was at the helm.  Toby brought me a cup of tea.  If Toby was a gangster, it didn't show.  He was very easy going.  A South Londoner like myself, we had hit it off from the start.  He was overweight, belly hanging over the top of his shorts, very hairy and a cigar smoker, but generous to a fault.  Belle was sunbathing nude on the foredeck.  Toby nodded towards his wife and said;

"Some woman eh?"

She was, a very beautiful woman.  I said as much.

"Would you like to fuck her?"

My jaw dropped with a clang.  It was early days, I knew nothing about them.  I didn't know what the right answer would be, was it a test?  He persisted;

"She's a good fuck.  Very good.  She likes young cock and she likes you."

He called out to her;

"Babe, would you like to fuck Leo?"

"Yes."

She shouted back.

"Sorted then," said Toby.  "Move into one of the big cabins tonight, I'll send her to you."

Belle was lying with her head away from us.  She parted her legs, moved her hand down and began to stroke herself.

"Gorgeous cunt," commented Toby.  "Seen a fair bit of traffic, but it's still as tight as an accountants purse.  You'll enjoy it."

We moored up just offshore, the marina was too shallow for us, it was a very small island north of Crete.  We had dinner together and sat on the afterdeck drinking wine under the stars.  Then they said goodnight and went to their cabin.  I was confused.  Not tonight then?  I went to my own cabin and showered anyway, then lay on my bed with my erect cock pointing  somewhere above the headboard.

It had been weeks since it had enjoyed the embrace of anything other than my hand, and was primed and ready to fire.  Should I save it just in case?  There was a tap on the door, Beth popped her head in and said;

"Room service?"

She walked in.  She was naked.  She clocked my erection and said;

"Started without me then?"

I said that I was not sure whether she would come.

"I usually do," she quipped.  "I hope you're not going to disappoint me?"

She got onto the bed, wrapped her hand around my cock and kissed me. I put my arms around her and the kiss intensified.  We lay kissing and cuddling for ages.  Eventually she moved down and took my boner into her mouth.  As much as I was enjoying it I had to stop her, I wanted to part her other lips with it.

I rolled her onto her back and we resumed kissing, eventually I moved to her magnificent tits and their stiff pink peaks.  I kissed lower, over her belly, intending to drink my fill of her golden cup.  She stopped me.  I looked up in surprise.

"Toby fucked me before I came to you."

She said.

"Unless that's your thing?"

It wasn't.  The old bastard had sent her to me pre-fucked.  I found the idea of her being wet with another man's spunk highly arousing.  My cock must have grown an inch, I was about to experience my first sloppy seconds.  I relocated to between her thighs, spread wide to receive me.  She guided my cock between her wet lips and I slid in easily.  She was certainly wet, how much of it was hers and how much Toby's, I could only guess.  The feeling was good, the knowledge that my cock was displacing Toby's cum was overwhelming.

As I began to pump, her cunt clasped my cock tightly.  Toby was right, she was tight.  I was close to shooting my load before she even walked in, now with the warm, wet clasp of her cunt around my cock, I  stood no chance, I gushed into her.  Even though I had only been inside her for minutes, she fulfilled her boast.  She gave a little cry and orgasmed as my spunk pumped into her.  I was to discover that she was a spunk-junkie, liking the taste of it and the feel of as it splashed warm onto any part of her body, she also swore that she could feel it spurt inside her.

I rolled off, still hard, knowing that I  could do it again properly quite soon.  I handed her a box of tissues, she shook her head and said;

"Toby's waiting to enjoy sloppy thirds."

She got up and left, waddling out holding her hand over her cunt to prevent leakage.  I was left with as hard a cock as when she had arrived.  I sighed and reverted to plan 'A'.  I wanked.

There was no mention of it the next day.  They took the tender and went ashore.  I stayed on board to carry out some routine maintenance and check all the systems.  With a boat that size,you need all the tech help you can get.  It was late when they returned, they said goodnight and went to bed.

The next day, they went ashore again, this time I went with them.  They left me to my own devices for the day  but arranged to meet for dinner at a harbourside restaurant.  This time, when we were back on board, Belle said;

"Would you like to join us?"

Oh my!  A threesome?  I said yes.

It was In fact, not my first.  When I was still in the navy, a shipmate and I picked up a girl in a bar.  She couldn't decide which one of she wanted to fuck, so we both took turns.  Several turns.  However, on that occasion, condoms were involved.  I already knew that this would not be the case with Belle.

I had never seen Toby naked, the minimum he ever wore was long Bermuda shorts.  It was not a pretty sight, his belly looked bigger and the hair which covered his body seemed thicker round his pubes.  His cock and balls were presumably in there somewhere.

Belle already had her kit off and was lying on the bed.

"Who's first?"

She said.  Toby replied;

"Don't get ahead of yourself girlie, you've work to do first."

He waved his cock, which had appeared like magic from the thicket of his pubes.  And what a cock.  Clearly, he was a grower not a show-er, the thing was a monster.  Long, thick, gnarled, circumcised and ugly.

Belle got on her knees and sucked the thing between her lips.  I could only stand and marvel that she could manage to get it into her mouth at all.  My own cock had been at full strength since entering the cabin, I took it it hand and wanked gently.

"Leo's turn."

Commanded Toby.  She shuffled across and gave me the same treatment.  As she sucked, Toby wanked his.

She alternated, going from cock to cock giving them encouragement that I for one, didn't really need.  But enjoyed anyway.  I smiled inwardly, thinking that she only sucked mine to give her jaw a rest. Eventually Toby said;

"Guests first."

Giving me the honour of fucking her first.  I had wanted to taste her cunt the first time she came to me, but had changed my mind on discovering that it was full of Toby's spunk.  Now there were no restrictions.  I rolled her onto her back and clamped my mouth onto her.  She squealed in delight as my tongue probed her, scooping up her sweet honey.

I licked and sucked until she orgasmed, then shuffled round to push my cock into the well prepared hole.  Her legs came up to wrap me as on the first occasion and then she said quietly;

"Don't try to hold it, give it to me, let me feel you come."

I couldn't have held it off long anyway, I accelerated my strokes and was soon spurting powerfully into her accomodating cunt.  She squealed as my spurts filled her.  I felt a hand on my shoulder, Toby.  I had almost forgotten him.  I rolled aside and he quickly took my place, pushing his cudgel into the place I had just lubricated.   He too, fucked hard and fast before adding his contribution.

He rolled off onto the other side, the three of us breathing heavily, recovering from our exertions.  Toby got up, muttered something about needing to pee, and waddled off.  Belle snuggled up to me and said;

"The fat bastard might have a cock like a battering ram, but you're a much better fuck than him."

"Do you mean the fat bastard who pays the Bills?"

I replied.

"What do you mean," she said, feigning indignation.

"I married him for his looks and charm."

Toby returned and was ready for seconds.  He positioned Belle on all-fours, arse upwards and we took turns to fuck her doggy style.  Such intimate sharing was new to me, the only other time I had shared a woman, we had each fucked her until we came, taking turns.  This was better, one of the best parts of fucking is the moment of entry, feeling the cunt welcome you in.  This way, that moment was repeated over and over.

I was the first to come, shooting my seconds into Belle's willing sheath.  I withdrew, cock wilted.  Toby's comment?

"No fucking stamina."

He entered her and banged away until he delivered his second load, Belle's fourth!  Belle did not come again, my tongue induced one being her only one.

Our relationship changed after that.  Belle was always available to me, sometimes as a threesome, which Toby seemed to like, sometimes she would come to me alone.  Only on those occasions did she come when I fucked her.  She came readily to my tongue, she liked being sucked off.  She always told me if she was clean or was wet with Toby's cum.  But it turned out that Toby had no such hangups, he was quite happy to suck her spunk-filled cunt, whether mine or his own.

Belle seemed to relish having two cocks at her disposal, either singly or both together.  I enjoyed my first taste of D.P.  I got to fuck Belle's arse with her mounted on Toby's cock and enjoyed the pleasure of spit roasting her, taking a turn in all three of her fuck-holes.  To Belle's obvious delight, Toby often liked to finish himself by hand, coming on her.  Toby was capable of producing prodigious amounts of the stuff.  I too, was encouraged to finish in this way, laquering Belle's squirming body with double helpings of cum as she brought herself off with her fingers.

Despite the change in our relationship, the fact that he was my boss was never far from my thoughts.  I always waited to be invited, never fucking Belle without his knowledge and consent, always amazed at his generosity.  I was soon to discover why he was so easy about me fucking his wife.

I had discovered that he had made his fortune selling cars.  He still owned several dealerships in the UK, which, according to him, ran themselves.  He kept a paternal eye on proceedings from the boat, visited occasionally and collected his directors fees and profits.  Which he invested in another business.  Porn.

Our next port of call was on Crete itself.  Waiting for us were a middle-aged man and a stunningly beautiful woman, both German.  Carl was a porn producer, Elke was his wife and female lead in many of his productions.  They were making a film, or part of one, in Crete.  They stayed on board for the duration of our stay, occupying one of the double-berth cabins.

(It's probably worth noting here that on a boat, there are no beds, they are all berths.  But in reality,  these were beds.  Sea Witch had three doubles, two of which were king sized, the master cabin had a berth/bed over two metres wide.  The other two cabins had twin berths/beds.)

On the first day, I was relegated to crew status, a spectator as Toby fucked the porn queen and Carl gave Belle the benefit of his impressive, hairless cock.  But then I was invited to take a turn with Elke.  Me, emptying my balls into a porn star!

We enjoyed a few days of this, then before dawn one morning, a limo arrived to take us all to the villa where the film was being made.  It was a revelation.  I have seen many porn films, good and bad.  The reality of filming one is very different.  The rent-a-studs could certainly fuck, managing to get erections on demand and keep them going for ages until the money shots were required.

After shooting was finished, often by lunchtime, the females were more than happy to accommodate the needs of the film crew and others, like me.  One of them told me that she found fucking for the camera frustrating because the male 'actors' would only ejaculate if directed to.  This included off-duty fucking, they were inclined to save it for later.  The girl in question said; 

"It's great to be fucked properly, with cum."

Belle enjoyed the company of the off duty studs, because of their ability to 'keep it up', but agreed that not having a sticky finish was frustrating.  I had experienced first hand her love of spunk.

Which brings me back to where I began fucking the porn princesses on the foredeck of the boat.   When both myself and Toby ran out of spunk, the girls fucked each other.  Belle would have no part of it, she found the idea of sexual contact with another woman repugnant.  I feel the same way about fucking another man.

-:-

I stayed with Sea Witch for almost two years, there was always such an abundance of available cunt that I almost forgot how to wank.  It ended abruptly when Toby died of a heart attack while between the lissom thighs of a well-known porn queen.  We scattered his ashes in the med.  As the waves consumed Toby's dust, Belle said;

"At least he died happy."

It was my final service to him, Belle sold Sea Witch.

But she kept the house in the Surrey Hills, owned jointly by herself and Toby and now hers.  When I am in the UK, I stay with her.