For the people and the land(lust 2)

I looked at him. He had come with unusual intensity, with just a few groans. He had a slightly dazed smile on his face.

"Yum", I said. It's kind of expected, afterwards, but I meant it this time. I sat on the bed next to him and rested while he caught his breath, running my hands over his chest gently.

After a couple of minutes, he lifted his hand and caressed my breast. "That was amazing."

I smiled back at him. "Thanks. We haven't finished yet. Turn over and enjoy."

He turned over, and I spread oil over his back. I started working his back over, in long sweeping strokes, and feeling him out for how hard I could work him.

As I expected, I needed to work him very hard. The bed was a little low for my comfort, and a little hard for the captains comfort, but he was such a hard man he probably hadn't noticed.

I would have to improve the bed. He lay there quietly, focused on enjoying my hands.

"Magic" he murmured gently. Yes, it was for this that I had been called "magic hands." I slowly worked over his whole body.

When I stood above his head, he reached out and undid the wrap. After that, whenever I was in easy reach of his hands, he would caress me, either on the legs, or on my bum, and sometimes my slit.

Anytime he got me sufficiently aroused that my concentration wavered, he would back off. He was driving me to ever greater levels of arousal.

A few of my users had done this, it was one sure way to make me come. I was trembling and wet, leaking down my legs, but I was determined to give him a full treatment.

After I asked him to roll over, I had a brief respite while I worked on his feet and legs. His dick had been starting to come back to life, as he watched me working his legs,

And when I gently brushed against his balls as I got to the top his legs it suddenly was restored to it's former glory. I brushed my fingernails across the ridge on the underneath, and it jumped in response.

I started working on the captains upper body, which brought me back into reach of his hands. He very quickly brought me back to the edge.

I was surprised, he had some skill at reading my response. I got respite again when I knelt above his head to work on his face. I like this bit, it's very intimate without being sexual.

It's my favourite bit to either give or receive. I gently massaged his face and scalp, taking my time to ensure that he got the full benefit from my touch.

I bent down and kissed the captain on the forehead, and then nuzzled his ears with my lips. I leaned over his head to work on his chest, and he started licking and kissing my nipples.

I knew, as soon as he started doing that, that the massage was over. I stopped, closed my eyes, and let him enjoy my breasts for a while, but I knew that it couldn't last.

When I felt myself starting to tremble, I climbed onto him, impaled myself on his erection, and squeezed. He thrust back at me, and suddenly I completely lost control of myself. I came harder than I ever have, shuddering and crying out.

I became aware that I was lying on his chest, still enjoying the occasional after-shock. He ran his hands through my hair. "That was truly amazing" he whispered in wonder.

He was still erect inside me. Oh, what a wonderful feeling. I sat up, and started moving up and down on his erection, this time ignoring the sensations I could feel and concentrating on making it as good for him as I could.

He played with my breasts, and I worked him hard, leaning into his hands, squeezing his dick, and caressing his chest and face. I could see that he was trying to hold on and make it last as long as he could, but I knew that he wouldn't last too long.

I watched him coming ever closer to the brink - this is why I prefer being on top, I feel like I am in control of a galloping horse, and I know how to guide it, control it, and lift it over a big jump.

We lifted off together, with perfect timing. He came again, shuddering and crying out and then I came again, just after he did.

I lay on his chest, listening to his breathing and feeling his erection flagging inside me. I held him tight. I was full of emotion. For the very first time, I had made love.

Not sex, with nagging regrets afterwards, like it had been in the past. No, I had given myself to the captain, body, heart, and soul, and, for the very first time, I felt complete, like a woman is supposed to feel after she has made love.

He slipped out of me, and I moved over to lie half on the bed beside him, still holding him tight. I started to cry. My tears flowed, I couldn't stop them.

I cried for my old self, the opportunity I lost. I cried for my wasted year, and the desperation and despair that I hadn't been able to shake. I cried for the wonderful happiness that the captain had given me.

I cried for the virginity I had thrown away. I felt, for the first time for a long time, if ever, like I was at rest. Truly, I had risen from the flames.

He asked me why I was I crying. What could I say? I thanked him because I felt like a women should; because I felt like this is how I should feel when I lost my virginity, that I would count this henceforth as the day I truly lost my virginity.

He gave me a bemused smile, I guess this is not what a man expects from a working girl. I lifted my head and we kissed. This kiss was something special too, quite chaste yet very tender.