Daddy Loves to Share
While deep sea fishing, five me share me!
The early morning air was cool to begin with, and then as the boat accelerated, the man-made wind became downright chilly. Dressed in only a bikini under thin shorts and oversized T-shirt, goose bumps leap out from my skin. For our spring vacation, Mark took me to the Florida Keys, and this morning, we were off on a deep sea fishing excursion. I nuzzled against Mark’s side for warmth; he patted my bare goose bump coated thigh. I had kicked off my flip-flops immediately upon stepping on the boat, and now my bare feet swung freely as they could not reach the deck while I was seated on the bench. The boat turned slightly, and the brilliance of the sun burst on my face. While warming me, my eyes squinted into the painful glare. Mark, ever conscious of my situation, took my sunglasses from our bag and put them on my face. I smiled warmly up at him.
For this Florida Keys fishing trip, Mark had told me to play ‘pet’. For safety on the boat, I was not wearing the collar and my hands were not bound, however, I will use of my hands sparingly. I always enjoyed playing pet; I enjoyed giving control over to Mark’ commands.
The other four men on the boat had not yet figured out what was going on. They probably assumed that I was Mark’s daughter, but I knew that before the day was over, they would all come to know something drastically different.
I was the only female, and the four men kept a close eye on my figure as I moved around. They must have all been aware that I was very quiet, but they perhaps had not yet tumbled to the fact that I was pretending to be mute. The dark sunglasses now allowed me to stare at them. The boat’s captain was a bit younger than Mark. The two other fishermen were a father-son team, with the son being my age — 21 years old. The captain’s assistant, the mate, was in his late twenties or early thirties. He was now staring at me, and I flashed him a smile. He didn’t look away.
The boat slowed to trolling speed, and the air quickly became hot and sticky as the heat from the tropical sun overpowered the cool sea breeze. Mark instructed me to sit in the high pedestal chair on the opposite side of the boat from the captain’s pilot chair. There was no way my bare feet would touch the deck, so I sat in the chair with my legs folded in a yoga posture. My crotch — covered by only a thin strip of bikini material — was open and displayed. Now in the shade of the boats awning, I was comfortably cool again. The men busied themselves deploying the fishing gear, and for the moment they were ignoring me. With the fishing lines deployed, the captain went up into the high flying bridge driving platform and began a trolling run. The mate and the three fishermen watched the lines.
“Sandy,” I turned my attention to Mark, but didn’t speak. “Do you want to sunbathe on the forward deck?” Mark pointed to the bow of the boat. While playing pet, Mark’s suggestions were equivalent to commands. I could resist if I had good reason, but I was expected to comply with his notions. I nodded my head ‘yes’. I climbed down from the pedestal chair. Each of the three men at the back of the boat began sneaking peaks at my bottom’s curves as I pulled down my shorts and tugged the T-shirt over my head, exposing my tiny but tasteful yellow and lavender bikini. Mark wasn’t watching me; he was watching the other men as they watched me. Mark loved to share.
Turning to the mate, Mark asked, “Is it okay if she sunbathes nude?” Through his dark sunglasses, I couldn’t see the mate’s eyes pop, but I could see his jaw drop. The other two men’s heads also snapped toward Mark. Mark smiled.
“Yes, uh, I’m sure that would be fine,” the mate finally stammered out.
Turning back toward me, Mark said, “Sandy, if you want, you may sunbathe nude.” This, of course, was a command for me to strip for these men.
I nodded ‘yes’, but didn’t immediately strip. I fished out my sunscreen and towel from our bag, and worked my way around the outside edge of the boat to the forward deck. I spread out the towel and then sat on it with my back to the men. I could only guess that they were watching me. I could only hope that the captain piloting the boat from the platform above would keep at least one eye watching where we were going. Slowly, I began to work the sunscreen lotion into my legs and arms. Then I reached behind my back and pulled the string on the bikini top. I pulled the thin cups over my head and tucked it under the towel to keep it from blowing away. It might be fun if it blew away.
Although I was not supposed to use my hands, I began to work the sunscreen into my face, neck and breasts. A sunburn on my pale white breasts would be devastating.
“Can I help, uh, help with your back?” The voice of the young fisherman, the son of the father-son team, came from over my shoulder. Careful not to attempt to cover myself, I turned halfway around to look at his puppy dog grin. “Mr. Sterling suggested that you might need help, uh, with the sunscreen… on your back,” he finished.
I nodded ‘yes’ and then hooked my fingers into the waistband of the bikini bottom. In a smooth motion, I slipped it down past my hips, my knees and off my ankles. I tucked it under the towel with its bra partner, and then handed the sunscreen bottle to the young man. I rolled over onto my belly with my hands folded under my chin. Looking up at him, I smiled.
He began to gently work the lotion into my shoulders and back. Slowly, he worked his way down with more of a massage than simply applying the lotion. His caress felt good, and I closed my eyes to enjoy his attention — the folds of my pussy began to swell. When he got to the tops of my bottom’s cheeks, he stopped for a moment and then bashfully asked, “Do you want me to continue?” Without opening my eyes, I nodded ‘yes’ and I soon felt the cool lotion and his soft hands caressing my bottom — my clit tingled. He made very sure that every square inch of skin was fully coated. My dew flowed as his fingers came ever so close to my secret pink places.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” He attempted to engage me in conversation.
Holding my eyes closed, I smiled and shook my head ‘no’.
“You don’t seem to talk at all,” he politely pressed the issue.
Again, I shook my head ‘no’.
“Oh, I see.” His magic fingers and the cool lotion continued down my thighs. He didn’t finish until he had coated me all the way down to my toes. As he treated my feet, both the tops and the soles, he lifted each leg. This opened my thighs and the air cooled my steaming pussy. I could feel the petals of my flower open as my womanhood treated him to a view of my entrance.
“Mr. Sterling… he’s your father?”
I shook my head ‘no’. The cat would soon be out of the bag. Mark would soon begin a game with these men.
Finished, the young man placed the bottle next to my arm. “Is there anything else you need?” With close eyes and a smile, I again shook my head ‘no’ and he went back to his fishing.
I lay there enjoying the warm sun, the cool breeze, and the soft rolling motion of the boat. I fell asleep.
“Miss,” a hand touched my shoulder, waking me.
Looking up, I saw it was the mate. I lifted myself on my elbows, allowing my breasts to hang openly, and I looked up into his eyes.
He paused for a moment to enjoy the view of my exposed breasts with their firm nipples, and then continued, “Miss, Mr. Sterling says that you are getting too much sun and said you should come back into the shade.”
I nodded to him and got up onto my hands and knees. Reaching under the towel, I retrieved the two halves of the bikini, but the bra half was snatched by the wind and started to blow across the bow of the boat. The mate quickly snatched at it — and sadly caught it. Oh well. He started to hand it to me, but I displayed that my hands were full with the towel, the sunscreen bottle and my bikini bottom. Holding my bra, he began to walk around the edge of the boat back to the stern. Holding my items before me, I followed nude.
Once in the shade under the awning at the stern of the boat, with all eyes upon me, I put the bikini and sunscreen back into our bag. I stood beside Mark casually, holding the towel before me, not quite covering everything.
“Sandy,” Mark asked, “would you like some water?”
I nodded ‘yes’ and he retrieved an ice cold bottle from the cooler. He opened it, and I dropped my towel to the deck and knelt upon it. Crossing my wrists behind my back, I tilted my face upward with my mouth slightly open. Mark held the bottle to my lips, and I drank.
The mate was steering the boat from the lower station, and the captain had climbed down from the upper platform. All five men were circling around me — expectantly. Mark must have told them what was going to happen next.
The captain said, “We are beyond the three mile limit. She can have a beer if she wants one.”
Mark looked at me inquisitively, and I nodded ‘yes’.
Mark turned to the young man and asked, “Do you think you can help her with a beer?” Mark took a leather strap from our bag and bound my wrists behind my back. He took another strap and bound my ankles. Kneeling bound in the circle of five men, I took sips of beer from the bottle held by the young man. Sometimes he would pore too fast, and some of the beer leaked from my lips, down my chin and over my breasts. Droplets of beer clung to my nipples. Mark handed him a half-sandwich, and the man held it down from me to bite into.
Finishing the sandwich and the beer, Mark said, “Sandy, these men have been very nice to you today.” I smiled and nodded ‘yes’. “Would you like to show them how grateful you are?” I smiled wider and nodded ‘yes’ vigorously. “Okay,” he moved aside and sat on the high pedestal chair. While no one else moved, the circle of men seemed to close around me.
With my hands and ankles bound, I leaned my face close to the crotch of the young man. I looked up at him and then edged my nose along the form of his swelling penis through the fabric of his shorts. Gently, I grip his fledgling erection and the fabric with my teeth.
“Sandy!” Mark exclaimed, “Be a good pet… no biting.”
I released my grip and laid my head back, allowing my lips to parse; I slowly licked my lips. He unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the deck. Releasing his erect penis from his underwear, he presented it toward me. I took him in my mouth and began to suck and caress him with my tongue. As his climax approached, he gripped the sides of my head and began to face fuck me. I swallowed him deep and felt the jet of his come shoot straight down my throat. As his swelling diminished, I sucked him clean and he pulled free.
Mark stood me up. Laying my towel over the ice chest, he pressed me face down over it. While I had done nothing wrong — requiring discipline — he spanked my bottom sharply several times until it shown with a pink hue. As always, his loving swats made me yearn for his cock in my cunny. Seeing my glistening, ready sex, Mark began to take me from behind. After I silently orgasmed, he too came with jets of come deep inside my channel. Leaving me bent over the ice chest with my ankles bound together and hands bound behind my back, Mark stood back and said, “Sandy, may these men have whatever they want?” I nodded ‘yes’ vigorously. He then turned to the men and said, “Please enjoy my pet. However, if you take her pussy or ass, you must use a condom.”
Leaving me filled with his sterile seed and bent over the ice chest — my ankles bound together and hands bound behind my back — Mark gave me to the other three men. The youngest man’s father wanted his turn next.
The man left me bent over the ice chest, but he reached deep between my legs, his fingers dove into my pussy where he scooped up some of Mark’s come. He proceeded to smear this around my bottom entrance, and then pressed some inside. With Mark’s instructions replaying from my memory, I relaxed my anal muscles and did my best to open my crinkled entrance for his cock.
He slowly and gently pressed himself in, a bit at a time. The lube on the condom helped. He kindly let me relax and take him slowly. I could not help but groan when he finally filled me to the hilt. His balls slapped against my clit, and his pubic hair tickled my bottom as he began to gently butt fuck me. In another minute, he gripped my bottom cheeks tightly, he pressed himself ever deeper inside, and I began to feel the pulsations as his cock jerked inside me — pumping his come into me.
After he withdrew, the final two men — the captain and the mate — each wanted a deep throat experience. When I had completely satisfied them, the young man who had been first was ready again. Now he wanted to experience my cunny. Lying on my back upon the bench seat-my knees high and wide, he gave me another orgasm while the other men cheered.
Mark loves to share.
THE END
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