Tawdry on a Tugboat Pt. 02

The second time Dennis made me suck his dick at work, he didn't really make me do it. In fact, he made me beg to do it, and the whole deal was absolutely humiliating.

After our first encounter, I was burning up for him. Thinking about Dennis' soup can cock, I rubbed myself off more times than I care to admit.

A few weeks went by before I was paired with him on a boat. For some reason, I had a feeling we might work together that day, and so I was wearing my cutest little pearl snap work shirt, with the top three snaps undone, and peachy pink lip gloss.

I was feeling good, light, bouncy on the warm spring air. When I got to the boat, Dennis was already up in the wheelhouse. I went down below and got the engines fired up, unplugged us from shore power, waited for his nod to cut loose from the dock, and off we went. It was over an hour-long cruise to the job, at an export terminal 30 miles down the river. I didn't want to skip setting the table before jumping to dessert, so I finished my usual boat responsibilities before going upstairs.

I decided if he wanted to be the big mean boss man, I would play along and see if it led to a good time

"Hey, Dennis. Can I get you anything from downstairs?" I asked, hanging into the wheelhouse door, casual as ever.

"No, I'm good, but if you want something, you better come in here and shut the door."

I closed the door behind me. He didn't turn to look. There was a long quiet beat. "You're looking for something to do, huh?" he picked up his mud can and spit in it. Waited for me to answer.

"Yeah. I could do with a task," I said.

After another slow tick, he looked back at me. "Ask me nicely," he said, and then turned back to his front window.

"Ok, Captain, do you have any work for me to do?"

He let this pause hang in the air for a while too. Finally, he looked back at me again. "Ask me what you really want to ask me." Dude was boring into my eyes with his steely blues. "Ask me if you can suck my cock."

I blinked first, and he turned back to driving.

"May I please suck your cock. Captain."

"Why?"

"Because I am bored and I am thirsty and your cock is beautiful and I want it."

He slides his captain's chair back so there is room for me to come around the front of it, while he continues driving.

We don't need to talk. I crouch down on the floor in front of him and start unbuckling his jeans, this time he lets me take his waistband down so his cock and balls are free entirely. He's already mostly hard, but I start licking that velvet skin, getting him rocked all the way up. I do some test dives, letting my saliva coat him base to tip. Then I start stroking him while I tongue his balls. He smells a little bit funky and it turns me on. I put my mouth back on his cock and go to town, sucking him like there is fame and fortune on the other side. Like I am a star and this is what I was born to do. Because for that moment I am, and it is. He leans over, puts a hand down my loosely buttoned shirt and squeezes my tits, starts playing with my left nipple. I moan into him, his beer gut pushed up against my face, my throat full of his cock.

"You're a good little slut aren't you?" his voice is barely changed, even though he's getting my best treatment all over his cock and balls. I have my palm cupping his sack, my finger massaging his taint. I moan my sweet and absolute surrender. "You just love sucking cock, huh." I moan again, nodding into him, forcing that cockhead deeper. "Take your top off; let's see these tits you've been hiding. Fucking cock tease." He takes my head and holds it down, gagging me on his cock while I work my top off, unhook my bra. I don't know when he started filming but when he tells me to look up at him, I'm staring into the glass of his cell phone. I immediately try to back off his cock but he already has one hand on my head and he holds me tight, starts fucking my mouth fast and rough. "Come on, don't get shy now, eyes up here for the camera, that's a girl." I'm choking and gagging, snot coming out of my nose, and I am definitely tearing up, first from the assault on my face but also, and, and more significantly, from the sting of humiliation and fear. He's one hundred percent going to show this video to all the other guys in the company. I'm going to be the laughing stock, an absolute dish towel for sexual harassment. Other captains are going to expect the same favors from me now, and get pissed if I don't deliver. Everyone in this industry talks. I'm going to have to find a new career.

"Come on baby, show em how much you like it, show em how you love sucking this dick."

And so I do. If there is going to be a video passed around of me giving a blowjob, it's going to be a fucking masterpiece. It's going to be the blowjob all of these men go to their graves wishing they received just a second of. It's going to be the how-to video they wish they could show their wives. It's going to be the fucking creme de creme and I'm going to make sure big dick Dennis goes down as the biggest swinging dick on the river.

And so I blink my eyes, give my tits a squeeze, lean in, and give him all I got. I don't know how long we go for but I give him everything. Deep throat, long thorough strokes, sweet little licks, saliva strands from his tip to my tongue, a proper ball washing, fast and furious mouth fucking, and finally, spectacularly, he pulls out and lets fly all over my face and tits.

He makes sure to capture the full mess on camera, then sets his phone down and relaxes back in his captain's chair, cock lolling on his thigh.

"Well, you know how to suck cock good if nothing else."

I am silent, dick drunk and oxygen deprived and riding too many emotions at once. I pick up my shirt and bra, reach for a paper towel to wipe off my face.

"Don't worry, I won't show the video to anybody just yet. You can go get cleaned up downstairs."

And with that, I am dismissed once again.