A Mysterious Voyage to Forbidden Lands

Sir Doris admired his reflection in the steel mug. Those long whiskers had come out just fine. Between deciding whether to get out of his bed or having another go at the young slave girls, Sir Doris couldn't help but think about the ship hands waiting at the deck.
"Baah!" he grunted.
"Let those motherfuckers burn in hell, that will teach them not to fool around with the captains girls"
He looked upon the black slave girl covered in white muslin cloth and felt his loin stirring again. She snored rather soundly, her back facing sir Doris. A part of the sheets had dropped carelessly revealing her rather well endowed rear. He gently parted her butt cheeks and snuggled close to it. The musty smell of asses hung low in the wooden chambers. Sir Doris was partial to this odour, he had at lengths sniffled deep into flesh for the high it gave him. The slave girl started moaning softly, her gentle hands reached for Doris's zipper.


Mogobe looked at the horizon, the chilly winds lashed at his broad chest. He adjusted the telescope and looked at the misty mountains ,now beginning to appear. He had heard rumours about these unknown lands, tales from travellers fortunate enough to return alive. He felt warm in the thought that he was safe now, in the company of good men. the severe cold made him wish for the warmth of Julia's tight sugary cunt. Simon broke into his thought train as he passed whistling by. He always admired Mogobe, a bit excessive if ser Doris were to be asked. But as long as the duo had goodwill, nobody gave a fuck. Mogobe had turned down his advances on occasions more than one, but somehow he did give into his careless chidings now and then.
"what about the storm then?" inquired Simon
"what about it?" shrugged Mogobe, believing it was just another wild rumour he seemed to be carrying.
"The crow has returned empty, it does not bode well my friend." said Simon letting out a foggy breath.
"Then these lands are cursed as they say, there is no life beyond these hills you suggest?"
"If you take my word deary" Simon carelessly slapped Mogobe's tight black bum
"This expedition is the last of us".
Mogobe looked at him with a warm smile, fringes around his eyes widened, his lips parted to reveal sparkly white teeth." My friend, that we shall see".
Simon gripped Mogobe's zipper, making the man moan softly.
" You will never learn" hissed Mogobe unable to ward of his grip.
"You always wanted it, don't you dare stop me" Simon commanded, now totally into his pants.
Mogabe closed his eyes and relaxed his neck.
Simon pulled his hard black cock out of his trousers and started stroking it softly. He caressed it lightly, squeezing it at its base till silver drops of cum glistened on top. Mogobe leaned his back on the deck railing thinking of Julia's soft caresses.
"Oh who would I not kill just to get your fat cock in my mouth" and saying that, Simon started to go down on his knees.

A satisfied smile played on Sir Doris as he emerged from beneath his chambers. He coughed as he inhaled the icy air. It smelt of brine all around, not pleasant but it didn't matter after a good fuck.
Ice had deposited in small mounds on the wooden deck, just an excuse for the boys to play. The ship had entered the fiord and the misty mountains soared into the heavens on both sides. "What in the devils name is this place" wondered Doris. He grabbed on to his cutlass tightly, he often did when he sensed danger. An eerie silence had enveloped the deck only broken by the soft needling of drizzle on the deck. "O everybody" whistled sir Doris pretending to assume this was not

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