L.A. Pirates' Party: tease a Mast

"But so you've seen it all!" (I was worried that my wife wouldn't know that I was left alone together with Jackie, with my cock erect in front of the pierced nipples of She-Captain!)

"I am the Director, dear, I always see everything. And I am also Screenwriter: the invitation card you liked so much, I wrote it for you with these little hands of mine," and she showed the gesture of typing on the keyboard, giggling.

"From the time you received the Invitation, until a minute ago, nothing ever happened that I hadn't anticipated in advance.

You didn't even notice that often, while she was talking to you, Jackie would look up above your head -- where I was standing, giving her gesture advice!"

We laughed together like two teenagers after a prank went well. In the meantime, the actors and crew had gotten up from their seats in the theater room: some had gone back to their work, others were chatting with a glass of wine in their hands, but no one was listening to our couple. As if they had been ordered to "Pause! Ten Minute Break!" and everyone was at ease. Except for me, who had an erect cock and my muscles tense from the shackles.

"So the ghost and the tentacles..."

"Special effects. The hand and face were simple holograms, but you were too nervous to notice, even from the artificial wind chill. You heard his real voice from him: it was a message he had left on the phone recording, one night that he had eaten a very large portion of spicy octopus. Surely he was exaggerating in claiming that Jackie's octopus had killed him... but that's the way he always used to talk, he was very dramatic, a Drama-King.

You were so nervous, you didn't realize that The tentacles were simple curved poles, covered with spongy wet rubber: the drops on the floor were exactly drops, which soaked the floor and convinced you it was all true (I almost slipped!). The ivory dildo came to my mind while reading a magazine about Greek mythology. I think we'll have to add more water in post-production..."

"No, I swear they were very convincing that way."

Whispering as if to hide something embarrassing, I stretched out my chin to whisper a sentence in my wife's ear, "So you don't mind if I got turned on by watching your best friend?"

"But darling, Jackie is a gorgeous superstar, pictures of her naked or in see-through clothes can be found in all the magazines and on all the Internet sites, and I know full well that late at night you masturbate looking at her pictures ... neglecting your wife's needs." Susan gave me a stern look, moving his mouth pouting. Then she smiled! "Every man in the States masturbates looking at her feet or her pierced nipples, she's America's Sweetheart, and now that she's a widow, she's even single...now, for everyone's dreams, she's true wife material!" And she smirked.

"No, only you are Wife Material, honey..."

"However she was very good at acting a role that was meant to tease you, even with allusions to my possible infidelity (drunk or not). Jackie managed to keep aroused your... brain! ... and your... heart! [she chuckled]... In a state of perpetual arousal. I was afraid you would become mad at her, or mad at me..."

"Ah. Well. Now I see. You had asked me to always obey her, first because she was our guest Manor Owner, then because she was your best friend, and finally, because she was the secret character knowing my secret information, from the Scroll."

"I was worried that you would get angry when she told you that maybe I was drunk and that maybe I was kissed, or worst, by the buccaneers.

I was not drunk! I just had splashed rum on my clothes but my mouth stayed dry... and after Jackie spit rum on you, your nose was confused by the rum on your clothes.

But no one touched me or kissed me... no one touched me, they were all actors (even, they lifted me up by weight, to keep me from getting my feet dirty! ).

I changed costumes in my dressing room, with a makeup artist, and a hairdresser. The hickeys you saw and the bruises from the spankings, were just theatrical make-up... I swear to you, Lucas: I have never cheated on you and I will never cheat, for me, there is only you, no man has ever touched me."

At that point, Susan looked at me with tear-filled eyes. One minute she was laughing, and now she was crying. I wanted to hug her, but my wrists were still chained to the Mast.

Meanwhile, everyone had left the room: we were left alone.

I looked at her as calmly as I could and said:

"My love, listen to me. I believe you. All my colleagues and buddies are constantly telling me that you will betray me. Because each of them sees that you are an extraordinary woman, even though you are convinced that you are not beautiful. And each one of them believes that you will leave me because I am ... how to say ... I am just me."

Her hands hugged my head convulsively as she cried. "NO, my love, never. I will never cheat you. We will be together forever."

"But if you saw me, while your best friend and my coc-"

"Oh, what a fool you are, it was Acting, you were not aware but she was, she was acting according to my instructions, it was all in the script I had written... it's just that you are so narcissistic, that if I had told you we were making a movie, you would have been constantly staring at the camera to wave..."

"Where, where is it? Will you tell me where it is?"

"OMG, Lucas, come on... One is up high, it's called zenithal and it was framing boobs, the other one is on that wall for close-ups, yet another one next to your ear, to frame me, or Jackie, or the door."

As she spoke I stopped listening and looked for the cameras. She was right once again: if I knew I was being filmed, I would stop being spontaneous.

Susan stared at me with earnestness in her gaze. "Honey... Jackie is BI. Like Stephanie Beatriz, just so you understand (yes I know you have a crush on her, but it's not the moment).

I always told you that I had never been with a man before you, and that is literally true.

But today I want to confess to you that I was her girlfriend, for two months. We were friends, we were roommates, and even though she was in an upper league and out of reach, she had fallen in love with me (I don't know how).

After two months of perpetual orgasms and hypnotic bliss, I dumped her. Can you believe me? I, short, ugly, and dumb, dumped the stunning Jackie! Isn't that unbelievable? But Jackie always thanked me for being honest. I liked sex together with her, but I was not in love. I wanted a husband (I wanted you!) and I wanted our children."

"Can I get a tattoo, saying «my wife dumped Jackie S., just to hang out with me!»?"

"Don't be cocky. Jackie and I remained friends after that. She thanked me because I pushed her to find the person to fall in love with. And whom she later married. But I was young and selfish.

I only had sex with her just to experiment ... and today, that you are handcuffed, I feel so safe, that I can confess this to you, too: the orgasms she used to give me with her tongue, eating my pussy, I never experienced with you. I'm sorry."

"It's me! I'm sorry! Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" (I was really saddened).

"Sure! You may bury your tongue inside my pussy for hours as she did! It's not your fault, it's my fault: I never communicate with you, as now I can do. I loved your soul, your way of doing things, and your lifestyle, and I sacrificed my orgasms for so many years, like a fool.

Then Jackie's husband died suddenly, and I realized that I could no longer waste my time: YOLO, but in the most philosophical and moral sense of the concept. I decided that I would change my life: but it was hard to tell you.

Together with my friend, we came up with this Party... which was a trap, to get your performance as a porn actor, without your consent. I knew you would be reluctant."

"Well, I know I'm not handsome and muscular like Brad Pitt or Chris Hemsworth..."

"But that's really our business idea. We want to make erotic films (or semi-porn: however, very explicit erotica) with normal, average actors and actresses that women at home can identify with. Porn for women, aimed at women. Avoid repurposing absurd skinny models with huge boobs."

"Got it. So now you two are together, is it a lesbian relationship? Is this the confession you want to make to me while I'm handcuffed with a hard cock?"

"No, my love, no! Jackie is BI, and she has chosen to explore new relationships with both men and women. She will be the lead actress in all our future films, but she is no longer a young girl: she is still stunning, but aware that she is no longer eighteen. And paparazzi photos in restaurants serve to fuel her fame as a sexual predator, all publicity that will increase the resonance of our films. All fake: the alleged partners are actors and actresses in our films."

"You see, everyone thinks that Jackie married John Jefferson Jameson III just for the money. But no: it was real love. I know, because she confided everything to me. He, the late J-Cube (she called him that), wanted to make erotic films, but a clause in his grandfather will explicitly forbid it. So all his life he had collected ideas and scripts, but could not make the films lest he loses his inheritance. But his grandfather (bigoted, prudish, and short-sighted) had forgotten that that will bound direct heirs, not widowed wives. And so Jackie, with mourning in her heart, now has a chance to carry out her late husband's plans."

"But I have seen pictures of her at the restaurant with two lovers at a time!"

"Just acting. Here in Hollywood, everything is fake: friendship, lovers, fights, dissing. That's why Jackie needed me: our friendship is sincere because it was formed 'before' she became rich and famous. Jackie is a deeply sad girl, but she pretends to be cheerful and aggressive. You believed it -- and our friend, down here, was all happy to see the large golden rings piercing her nipples, weren't you?"

And as she said that, she smiled with delight and stroked my cock, still erect.

I asked a naive question, "Love, how is it possible that my cock is still hard? I just cum after an endless series of edging..."

My wife giggled. "Crossword. Noun, six-letter starts with V. Since you're a Latinist, I'll give you a hint: Road in farmland."

"Ager, agris... Via, viae... you made me swallow Viagra!?"

"«Do you want grapefruit juice, honey?», remember..." Susan said, acting in a very serviceable voice.

"No! - I couldn't help myself from laughing - you planned every little thing, even the juice!"

"A good Director must have control over every detail. Me. Director. Oh!"

My wife interrupted and exhaled a deep sigh.

She looked into my eyes as a sincere tear flowed from her lashes.

Seeing her cry always pained me. I tried to play it down with an old joke, but to no avail: "What's Up Doc?"

"We have told you a thousand times how I faced the acting master. There is one detail that we have, how should I put it -- we have omitted.

That morning, Jackie stuttered because I had just dumped her. It was my fault. For that, for the first time in my life, I went berserker in front of so many people and scolded that presumptuous, overbearing homunculus.

I felt an infinite power inside me, the power of my voice, low and deep, convincing and authoritative. The power of my anger. I decided I would never unleash it again because I was afraid of it.

After Jackie's husband's funeral, she told me she was upset. I had to be able to keep her alive, and..."

"And you kissed her."

"But no, you fool! I only kiss you, you are the only person I love in the world, I will be monogamous forever! No. I didn't kiss her. I slapped her. I unleashed the Dragon, again. I used the deepest, most authoritative voice I had ever heard. And she recognized me, and told me, I had saved her from dying again.

I realized that I had a Super Power and that I should use it to direct the actors, like a Director. That's where the plan to trap you came from--and it seems to me to have succeeded perfectly, at least, judging by how cheerful our little soldier is down here."

"And by my smile,"

"Okay, by your smile, too. Aren't you mad at me?"

"No, I'd just like you to tell me how Jackie ate your pussy so that I can give you the same kind of orgasms."

"Well, let's say that last night after the shower you and I had sex like husband and wife. But tell me: did you have an orgasm?"

"Yes."

"What about me, did I have an orgasm last night?"

"Honestly, I don't know." My glance appeared deeply stupid.

"And the fact that you honestly don't know, what makes you suspect?"

"Now that you point it out, I'm beginning to suspect that you had no orgasm yesterday."

"Bingo! I was very little aroused, and your erection lasted too short a time. If you want to make me come, you have to devote as much time as you need--as both Jackie and I did with you, increasing your arousal but not allowing you to cum too soon. Confess: did you enjoy it?"

"The best orgasm of my entire life."

"So far," she said, imitating my teasing voice.

With three dancing fingers, Susan stroked my cock along its shaft length.

"Would you be willing to eat my pussy for hours? With your wrists cuffed behind your back? Without even being able to use your fingers for your legendary «two in the front and one in the back» trick? Without any other tool but your mouth?"

"That depends. Do you still wear the Colombian emerald stuck inside the rosebud as an anal plug?"

"Oh! How gross, in the mouth of a fancy Duke! But (she smiled slyly), yes, I still wear it. It gives me a feeling of fullness, and it makes me feel very naughty. And if I stick a finger of mine in the pussy, it rubs against the rigid metal structure inside me, and the feeling is intoxicating. Do you think you are the only one in our couple who masturbates? Well, there's good news: you're not the only one. I used to masturbate, too, over the years, and often. I didn't know how to make you understand all these things-I couldn't find the courage to face you and tell you that I had changed. But I imagined that if you had been a prisoner of the Corsairs, and if a Piratess had threatened you with a Cattle Whip while you were shackled to the Mast, maybe I would have had the courage to tell you all these things. And who knows--maybe someday I might even allow you to give your cock a visit inside my rosebud if we can find enough gel to lubricate it sufficiently."

"OMG, Duchess, you never let me do that!"

"The number of things the old Susan would not agree to do were so many. But the new Susan will agree to do many things--except cheat on her beloved husband. No cuckolding, no cheating, no males, no females: I am the Director and I decide. If it is necessary for script requirements to show some pirate harassing the Duchess naked, we will have a stunt double wear a wig. No one will ever touch ME, except YOU."

"What about Jackie?"

"But no! Jackie has forgiven me and forgotten me. She always says I saved her, but in the sense that being with me was a dead end: I wasn't a lesbian and we had no future, luckily I dumped her after only two months, allowing her to date other people. That was how she met her husband, at a party where she was single: if she had been engaged with me, she would have missed the chance to meet the man of her life."

"And now she's getting married again?"

"Well, you know how Hollywood works--maybe a famous actor is gay, but to hide it, he enters into a fake marriage with a famous actress--all free publicity for our movies. But I know that in her heart, she only ever thinks of her husband. Because she is a professional actress, she pretends to be interested in other sexual adventures as well: even with you, she sounded convincing to me, didn't she?"

"Yes. I was sincerely afraid she may decide to pull off my cock with a stroke of that cattle whip."

My wife laughs joyfully. "Yeah. You made a priceless face. The audience will love it. You see, you needed not to know anything because instead of acting, you were spontaneous. We look for actors with average bodies and natural faces. If you want, you can become a star in our porn films."

"I have to think about it. Have you made up your mind yet?"

"Honestly, I have decided only now. The damask mask was to guarantee me an escape path: if the experiment went wrong, I could return to my old job as a Movie History teacher with my chin up. But I don't want to teach all my life. I want to direct films.

That's why when I came back to you, near the Mast, I was no longer wearing a mask over my face: I had decided to have my face openly blasted by your cumshots, open, with no mask, and beyond any escape route.

I am only sorry that we did not talk about this earlier. You are my husband and you may not agree with my appearing bare-faced, recognizable in a porn film. And I would like to accept any objection from you. So, speak freely. If you don't agree, we can apply masks with CGI, or cut the shots to eliminate the face."

"No! No, you were gorgeous and I want everyone to see you for the goddess I always believed you were. You have my full support."

She looked at me, her face furrowed with tears and cum, and said, She said, "My name is Susan. Ancient Susanna was suspected of treason, but her husband forgave her. This is the true meaning of my name. And your name is Lucas. That means Light, from the Latin Lux..."

"Honey," I interrupted her, "Luke means Wolf. It's the beginning part of the word Lycanthrope, you read those novels every day, you should know that."

"I asked your mother many years ago. She wanted to baptize you as Lucian, which means 'man who brings light.' The pastor preferred Lucas for his reasons-he said Lucian was too much like the feminine Lucy. But intention counts. Do you want to be Wolf or do you want to be Light?"

"There is a third possibility: that I am Lucky, for having been blessed with a wife like you."

"Maybe the pastor didn't want to baptize you Luciano because of the Mafia criminal, Lucky Luciano. But in your case, it would be a Holy Lucky Monogamous Luciano. So what name do you choose?"

"All three of them! I am Lucky because I have the most wonderful wife in the world. But I am also a Lycanthrope because I want to eat you alive, starting with the pussy as hungry as a Wolf. But I want to keep eating your pussy, until you see the Light!"

She finally laughed heartily.

"Can you ever forgive me, love?" she said to me.

"You are already forgiven, my love. But in the future, I want more attention. Or rather: I want to give you more attention." I finally realized that I loved her more than my life.

I sighed, and then said to her: "Susan, my love... I surrender. I am your prisoner, forever a prisoner of your love. What will happen in the future?"

"I can only tell you what will happen tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I will be your inflexible Director, and you will be my obedient actors. On my chin does not grow a spiteful gray beard, but I too am a little tyrant, like all the directors on this planet."

"It sounds good. But my future..."

"I don't know what will happen in the next few years. It depends on the success of this film. Jackie wants to invest her wealth in pornography for women, made by women for women, and she wants to hire me full-time. And I sincerely believe she will want to hire you as an actor...maybe next time the two of us will tell you some more information, who knows!" (she giggled like a little girl).

"Hello? My future... I mean now. Honey! You may not have noticed, but I'm still chained. I was asking if in my future you foresee releasing me from the chains."

"Oh? But ... as a director, and also as a wife, I foresee that in your future there will be ... a long slow fuck, preceded by very long foreplay and a very slow dirty devotion to my pussy ... and because it turns me on to see the muscles in your shoulders tense from the chains, I think I will take you to my cabin on the third floor, there is a room just for us with a heart-shaped mattress, a mirror on the ceiling and no camera. I would love [she smirked] to walk in front of you in the corridors leading you by the cock, while your strong arms will be firmly shackled behind your back with your wrists cuffed with those beautiful custom-made leather straps. And I'd like you to eat it for hours before you fuck me. Do you feel up to pleasuring me with your mouth, giving me all the time I need, stud?"