Dominating the Boss 36 (Patreon)

Life was good, I decided as I continued to look down, not willing to miss even a second of the naked Asian beauty leaning down to devour my shaft, her hands on my thighs. 

Her enthusiasm was quick to be blocked by the immense size of my shaft soon, when she was barely able to take one-fourth of it. “It’s not as easy as Tiffany made it look, is it?” I asked with a chuckle. 

She didn’t answer, but her frustrated gaze, rising to meet mine, was enough to show her distaste. “Do you need any help?” I followed. 

“No,” she answered as she pulled back for a moment, her tone rebellious. “I can handle it if she can do it,” she added before leaning back. 

It was an interesting thing to focus on at the moment, suggesting that she wasn’t just being fueled by her anger, but also a sense of jealousy and inferiority that was triggered by the previous night. 

Phenomenal…

I said nothing for a moment, giving her the freedom to work with my shaft and prove herself, the combination of the feeling of her lips and the sight of her naked body was more than enough to buy my patience temporarily. 

She firmly shut her eyes as she grabbed my hips for leverage, pulling herself deeper. It went fast until I felt the feeling of the entrance of her throat, only for a monumental gag to escape, slowing her attempts down immediately. 

I watched her struggle for the next minute, only for her to fail spectacularly at each attempt. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” I asked even as I wrapped my hand around her hair, ready to push her down. 

Only for her eyes to widen in shock before she pulled back panickedly. “No,” she gasped. 

“As you wish,” I said as I suddenly leaned forward and lifted her, her petite body barely weighing anything. “W-what, where are we going?” she asked panickedly, glancing fearfully at the stairs that led toward the bedroom, showing that despite her action, she was not ready to step into an enclosed space with me. 

Which was funny fear, as last night’s encounter should have thought her I had no problem pushing the limits of what society deemed acceptable. 

Compared to some of my other adventures, the deck of a private boat was simply nothing. 

“Don’t worry, we’re just going for the lounge,” I said, pointing at the small seating and bar combination that we had been hanging on earlier. “I’m not a young man, I need to sit occasionally,” I said, delivering a sentence that was more worthy of a man in his seventies than my real age. 

Joking about the age was much easier when the audience was leaning against my muscular chest while being carried in a bridal hold to enjoy the contrast. 

I lay on the long seat, and positioned her on top of me, looking in the opposite direction, her lips once again hovering inches away from my shaft. 

“Here, now you can work on it as much as you want,” I suggested, my hands already locked on her hips to prevent her escape. And, since she showed no signs of trying to escape and instead leaned down to capture my shaft once more, her hands already working on the base, they started mauling her naked ass instead. 

I raised my head slightly to watch her work on my shaft. Not seeing her beautiful eyes dancing between hesitation and arousal as she worked on it was a loss, but luckily, my new angle had other things to compensate for. Her surprisingly large tits, swaying freely as she moved back and forth in her attempts to take more of my shaft were one of those. 

My proximity to her glistening core, getting wetter and wetter with each passing second, was another. 

It didn’t take long for me to decide to enjoy that proximity. With my hands already on her plump hips, I just needed to pull a bit to lower her hips to my face, my tongue already out. 

She pulled back in shock, her voice alarmed. “What are you—“ she started, only to be interrupted by a moan halfway as my tongue started to work on her core. “That’s—“ she tried to complain, but another brush, and it was converted into a beautiful whimper. 

“Come on, sweetie, I’m just being a gentleman and paying you back for your hard work,” I answered, unable to keep back a chuckle at her reaction. 

“Still—“ she said, but that was all she was able to say as my tongue returned to its assigned task, dancing and brushing at her entrance. Another moan exploded off her lips, loud enough to bring her fiancee climbing up if he wasn’t too drunk to understand the significance of those sounds. 

Also, I trusted Brenda enough to alert me if he started to act. There was nothing wrong with her expertise on the current subject. 

Umi whimpered as my tongue continued to work, but soon, she managed to gather herself enough to return to her task. Her tongue slid along my shaft before returning back to the crowd, swirling slightly before slipping inside. 

The movement was amateurish and choppy as she tried to replicate Tiffany’s tricks, but I wasn’t complaining. Her enthusiasm and beauty were more than enough to compensate for the lack of smoothness. 

Especially after her lips returned around my shaft and she restarted her attempts to devour my length. A groan escaped my mouth as she managed to surpass her previous record and pass the halfway mark. 

An incredible achievement for a first-time sucker, especially with her relentless gags and gasps, showing she had a sensitive throat. 

Soon, the sensitivity of the throat got too much, and she abandoned her attempts to go deeper. However, since she decided to compensate by getting faster, I wasn’t exactly complaining. 

Not to mention, watching her struggle as she worked on the task of handling her first cock was a unique pleasure. If I just wanted an amazing deepthroat, I would have dragged Brenda toward it. 

As she worked on my shaft, my tongue continued to work on her core, each brush pushing her closer and closer to a climax, her tits jiggling every time my tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. 

Her hands tightened around my legs, enough to leave finger marks as she tried to multitask between devouring my shaft and getting serviced. Unfortunately, she was far too experienced to handle the growing pleasure, and soon, she rose once more, gasping and moaning as her tits jiggled and bounced. 

She rose and sat on my face directly as the pleasure got more and more intense, driving her closer to the pleasure. Soon, she was gasping and moaning repeatedly under the growing invasion of pleasure, signaling an upcoming climax. 

Her cries got louder and louder, until they were cut. Not because she reached the climax, but because of Brenda. 

“Oh, really, why don’t you show me what you have in your room?” Brenda spoke loudly, her voice loud enough to cut Umi’s dazed pleasure. 

“No,” she gasped as she heard the distinct sound of people climbing the metal ladder at the side of the ship. Her hands searched for her bikini, only to realize she had forgotten them on the way back, where she had left her stuff. 

“We need to hide,” I said as I grabbed her and rolled, using the lounge we had been using as a bed moments earlier as cover. It was more of an excuse, as she was pinned under me, my shaft already pressing against her entrance, her tits pressing against my chest as she was pinned under me.  

Her eyes widened in shock, but I pressed my hand on her lips, preventing her from making a sound. 

“Wait a moment,” I said, looking up to see why Brenda decided to ruin my plans by coming up, afraid that we made too much noise, enough to even alert Charlie despite his state of drunken excitement. 

Charlie stepped onto the deck, but he barely managed to stand on his feet as he stumbled forward, drunk enough to make me guess that Brenda made him climb the ladder because she was afraid of him getting drowned. 

Brenda stepped on the deck a moment later, her face exasperated. “Yes, you stud, just like that,” she moaned fakely as she put her hands on his shoulder and led him toward, her expression bored. 

Then, she caught me peeking from the top, and her bored expression turned into a smirk. From her angle, she couldn’t see Umi under me with the seat on the way, but it didn’t take a genius to guess why I was ‘hiding’ there. 

Especially with my swimsuit and Umi’s bikini in the middle of the deck, giving an accurate impression of our state of dress. 

“Now, let’s go and you can show me just how strong you are,” Brenda said as she moved forward, leaving us alone on the deck once more. Yet, before shocked Umi could even ask me to move, a beautiful moan arrived from the stairs, begging for a dick, followed by the movement of a bed. 

A smile appeared on my face as I realized just how far Brenda was going. The sound was convincing enough to make me worry if I hadn’t seen Charlie too drunk to walk unaided, let alone perform in bed. 

Brenda was giving Umi the last excuse she needed. 

“H-how dare he,” she gasped angrily as her legs wrapped around my waist…

It seemed that she wanted him to pay.