Superb Control

45. Superb Control

While anchored overnight, I had met a woman from a nearby boat, Gertrude, who had a rare condition. Akin to a niche OCD malady, she had a severe oral fixation. She had blown my mind and my dick last night. She was due to visit again this morning before I resumed my journey.

As my consciousness slowly crept in and started clearing away the cobwebs, I remembered last night. Gertrude, or ‘Rude as she was known, had given me the most incredible blowjob of my life. Her “rules” were straightforward: she was in charge, no fucking her mouth, no thrusting, just lay there. And cumming in her mouth was encouraged, even expected.

I ignored my morning hardon in anticipation of her arrival. I made coffee and sat in the cockpit. It was torture to ignore my hardon. Then I thought “if I don’t jackoff, I won’t last long once she gets here. But if I go ahead and bust a nut now, I’ll last longer.”

With that rationalization set, I wrapped my hand around my stiff cock, closed my eyes and stroked him. My mind was flooded with images of her mouth on my dick; her lying down legs spread, wondering what her pussy and asshole were like. It didn’t take long for my load of creamy jism to erupt into daylight.

I kept an eye on ‘Rude’s boat, looking for signs of life. Around 9 a.m. I saw her getting her grandad settled in on the aft deck. Shortly thereafter her dinghy was headed my way. I caught her painter and helped her climb aboard.

In the morning sun and with thoughts of her advanced oral skills, her average looks became more attractive. She didn’t dress in tight clothes that gave a silhouette of her physique or teased a view of her privates. Just a simple loose fitting sundress. No makeup, but the rising sun made her eyes sparkle and her skin look smooth and taut.

“Good morning, ‘Rude. You’re looking radiant today. Can I offer you a mug of coffee?”

“Morning, Sailor. Yes, I’d love some coffee. I don’t want to get lost in conversation, however. I’ll have to get back to my grandad before long. Plus, I’m eager to get something in my mouth. The banana I had earlier didn’t do the trick.”

I brought her a mug and we settled in for a chat. “Tell me, ‘Rude, I think I understand your oral fixation. At least my cock does. But what about your other holes? Do they ever come into play?”

“Oh, certainly! I rub my clit often, but usually have a dildo in my mouth when I play with her.