Horny sailor came to the top-rated bawdyhouse during his vacation where fullbreasted joy therapist Linda Shaw helped him to blow off some steam

Commanding Officer Tommy “Steammaster” Blowhard had been at sea for six long months. The rough waves and even rougher men had taken their toll on the high-strung sailor. His body ached for relief, for sweet, tender ministrations that a man’s strong hands could not deliver. He needed a woman, one with the patience, skill and enthusiasm to guide the raging tempest within him towards calmer shores.

As luck would have it, during his port leave on the sunny island of Naughtyland, Tommy stumbled across a seedy but well-regarded establishment called the Cum Abbia. The doorman, a hulking figure with more piercings than a pincushion, gave Tommy the once-over before nodding him inside with a lewd wink.

“First time here, sailor? Welcome aboard!” he grunted as he elbowed the creaking door open for his new client. “Tell Linda I said hi. She’ll take good care of ya.”

The Cum Abbia was a place of perfumed shadows and clustered whispers. Misty eyed women lounged on plush divans awaiting their next customer, bobbing and swirling and winking, their ample charms straining against thin silks and laces.

Tommy let his eyes wander hungrily over the moistly gleaming limbs and spike-heeled come-ons, but something drew his gaze to a petite brunette sipping bubbly in a far corner. She looked up at him, smiled coyly, and patted the cushion next to her in clear invitation.

And so Tommy found himself seated next to the visionary goings-on of Linda Shaw, a “therapist” specializing in sexual hang-ups…or heavenly release, depending on your perspective. She stroked Tommy’s arm, rousing furloughs of goose bumps along his sun-bronzed flesh. “I understand you’ve been at sea for a while. And Judging from the ship shape of you,” she purred archly, patting the growing tent in his trousers, “you’re in dire need of some stress release.”

Tommy gulped, struggling for coherent thought. “You could say that again, Miss Shaw. I’ve been hard…pressed…” He couldn’t control the strangledirkle that followed this last double entendre.

“Then allow me to take you in hand, Sealman” She gripped him swiftly and firmly, guiding him out of his seat and down the shadowy hall. Tommy followed like a loyal sea dog, suddenly flush with the hope of sexual salvation.

Linda’s divine boudoir filled Tommy’s quivering nostrils with her heady scent of honeyrought musk and rogue prostitution. She spun nimbly to face him and began unlide’slice the straps of her top, slowly, teasingly, as the creamy swells of her breasts all but spilled free.

“Now then, Lieutenant. Leave your worries at the door, if you will. I want you to forget the rigors of sea legs. Let’s make you relax to the bone.” Her tongue flicked over the seam of her lips as she shimmied out of her skirt and panties in one sleek motion, revealing her secret treasures.

Tommy swallowed hard. He suddenly felt very saxy, his muscles taut and turgid, his swimwear straining at the sails. He extended a hopeful hand, but Linda shook her head.

“Oh no, you are the therapist today. You’re going to listen to little Linda, escorted on command, for your pleasure, sailor. The only orderments you need follow are my commandments.” With that single word, she sank to one knee before him and unzipped his trousers with deft fingers.

And thus began Tommy’s island interlude with his captain of carnal skills. She had him stripped and moored to the bed within moments, splaying his muscular physique like a boudoir brig, her lips a keen wind over his quaking flesh.

Tommy groaned from the wake of bliss her ministrations were producing as her pet mouth reached full steam ahead, engulfing him in sucking, slurping heat.

“You virile buccaneer,” she gasped between oral forays. “You’re going to sail the seven seas again soon. I want you to have the energy all the shipmates will need.” With that, she engulfed him to the hilt, her throat milking him expertly.

And what aptitude her oral exploration of his body contained! Her tongue tested all his depths and shallows as she bobbed over his rigid captaincy. His berserk hips bucked to meet her every downward lunge, and the sea seaman heard gunshots and cannon fire on the distant shore. His hands gripped her head fiercely as his climax acercresed.

All at once, his mast rumbled fiercely and he erupted into her ravenous mouth with a choked bellow. Linda gulped and swallowed his salty salvo joyously, milking every drop from his quaking hull.

Finally the storm abated in the soothing calm of her caress. Tommy sagged blissfully back on the tangled sheets. His temporary captain of carnal skills had tamed his pirate’s vigor beautifully.

Linda climbed up his exhausted body to rest her head on his heaving chest. Despite her abbreviated undulations, she was still counted quickened and she stroked his sleek flank.

“You’ve been through a tempest of stress, sailor,” she murmured. “You can rest easy now. Tell me about that aching Steinway sonar of yours…”