Free Hooked by K. C. Falls Page B

I was knee walkin' drunk. Not when I was so tired my eyes were crossed. Not even when the chick wouldn't stop laughing. Nothing has ever deflated the boy until the thought of that pretty little dove of a chef sprang into my head and I realized she was just on the other side of the wall.
    The two babes were working my ears and my neck when my eyes caught the faintest rustle of the porthole curtain. It was just a hint of movement but it was enough to bring me up short. If it was still Rodrigo in that room, I wouldn't have thought twice about nailing the two girls right there under the afternoon sun with the little bastard watching. It was my boat, my pool, my game. But everything had changed when Richard pulled the stunt of hiring Lara. In a ridiculous flash of time I went from wanting sex to wanting her .
    God, how embarrassing. I willed myself to focus on the beautiful women who were waiting to fuck me. Two of them, for chrissake! Ads for little blue pills started playing through my mind. The more I thought, the smaller my cock became. I was shrinking down to a micro-dick.
    "Girls," I said as I slipped back into the water. "How about putting on a little show for the Wolf? I'd love to see what you two sweethearts can do to each other."
    I couldn't tell if Shelby and Emery were aware of my little problem. I was aware of nothing else. But they seemed happy enough to resume petting one another. Ordinarily, the sight of a couple of babes doing each other is a sure fire way to make me as stiff as a big game fishing rod. My cock was stubbornly flaccid--a lazy worm bobbing in the tepid water.
    The girls had progressed from the giggle phase and were making the same lusty noises they'd blessed me with a little earlier. I watched Shelby (or was it Emery?) squirm against the knee pressed between her thighs. One ground and the other ground back. My ears heard the right sounds and my eyes saw a mouth-watering sight but my brain wouldn't process.
    A tight nipple against a pink tongue. Lovely hands caressing lovely breasts, twisting a rhythm of cries from a tossed back head. Gold mane down a slim, feline back. Two shapely legs parted to receive an agile tongue. A ripe ass thrust up in the air begging for attention.
    My attention. I should have been pumping away behind those two willing ass cheeks. Instead, I was waiting for the right moment to make my awkward departure. It was pretty obvious that I was going to get zero help from my libido.
    I watched for a few more minutes until I was fairly certain that the girls were oblivious to anything but each other. Then I slipped out of the water as quietly as I could. If they questioned me about it later, I figured I could make some excuse. The truth--"Sorry ladies, I just didn't feel like doing you because my mind is fixated elsewhere."--was implausible to say the least. What man passes on a fuck-fest with two willing, exquisite women? At that moment, much as I hated to admit it, the answer was me .
    Back in my stateroom, I pulled some shorts over my traitorous crotch and fetched Mrs. Dalloway from her confinement. The little devil had digs better than most people, but she still preferred to have company--specifically my company.
    "C'mon, Ms. Mischief, let's go up to the bridge. I'll let you drive." She clamored up my arm and took her place on my shoulder as if to say "let's go!" Mrs. D. loved the bridge. All the multi-colored screens blinking as depths were charted and fish sightings recorded fascinated her. She didn't have the strength in her little hands to push anything hard enough to move it, so she spent her time watching the changing lights, trailing her tiny fingers over the patterns.
    "You're relieved, Jackson," I told the mate. He snapped me a little salute and left me alone on the pilot deck with my thoughts. I was mulling over my dismal failure as a stud when I heard the door open behind me. Mrs. D sounded a stressed call and I turned to see Lara standing in the door to the control