The Sailboat Ch 1

I am not going to go into detail about myself or my life before I met Patrick because that can be found in my first story about our trip to Disney World.  This is another true story that takes place only a few months after Patrick and I started our financial arrangement of him being my Sugar Daddy or as we preferred to call it, my benefactor.I had moved from Branson, Missouri to Savannah, Georgia to be with Patrick and I was currently living at his house until we found me an apartment that he would pay for the rent and all the expenses.  Finding an apartment was easy, finding one that Patrick wanted me to live in that would meet the standards he wanted for me was more difficult.I grew up poor and when I left home or to be more exact when I was kicked out of my grandparent’s home, I lived in a cheap one-bedroom single wide-furnished trailer that was old and rundown, full of cock roaches, and the furniture was old and poor quality.  The rent was cheap and what I could afford with the little money I made in my job as a maid at one of the resort hotels in the Ozarks.  When I started working as a prostitute I made enough money to upgrade to a slightly better apartment, but it was still cheap housing.  I could have been happy in a nice apartment in Savannah, but Patrick wanted me to have the best.  We were waiting for these new loft apartments to be completed and had reserved a two-bedroom for me.The loft apartment building was located above River Street but unfortunately, all the apartments with a view of the Savannah River were already taken so my unit would be on the third floor and facing the front and overlooking West Bat Street and I would have a view of Ellis Square.  The building was located in the historical district of downtown Savannah and was built in the seventeen hundreds and used as a cotton and slave auction house.  It was recently sold by the city and was being developed into lofts. The apartments required a background check, which I had no issue passing.  I may have previously worked in an illegal occupation but I had never been arrested and never even had a speeding ticket.  They also required a certain income level.  Legally for tax purposes to explain my monthly allowance from Patrick I was listed on the payroll of a charity he founded and as his personal assistant.  My so-called income was more than enough to meet the yearly income requirement for the apartment.The lofts were completely modern and everything from turning on the lights to locking and unlocking the doors could be activated from an app on a smartphone.  Each unit included a washing machine and dryer, there would be a gym in the building, and a coffee shop in the lobby that would sell fresh baked goods in the mornings.  When Patrick and I met with the apartment manager to sign the lease my jaw dropped open when she told us the monthly rent.  Patrick did not blink an eye and wrote a check for the first and last month’s rent and the security deposit.  He told the rental manager that his company would be paying the rent.  She gave me a sly look that read, I know what you are doing for the rent.  I just smiled and winked at her. I had no issue with someone knowing I was Patrick’s “kept young woman.”  I was not ashamed of what I was doing or anything about my past.  I felt it was my life and my body and I would do with it as I pleased. I had only been with Patrick for a few months and we were still in the stage of getting to know one another better.  At this point in our relationship, I had yet to become as fond of him as I ended up being and care for him as I did as our relationship progressed.  Right then he was money to me and I knew my place with him.  I was his whore for him to fuck when he wanted.  I intended to hustle what I could out of him but also I would uphold my end of the arrangement as well and give him what he wanted.  When I was working as a prostitute I never cheated any of my clients and I would not cheat Patrick.   “Do you get seasick?”  Patrick asked me one night as we were lying in bed and I was snuggled against him.  “I don’t know,” I answered.  “I have never been in the ocean.  I have been on boats on the river and in lakes and never got sick.”“A good friend of mine I met in the Marines wants me to come to visit him in Tampa for about a week and I was thinking about renting a boat and going down to Naples, around to the Keys, and Miami, and then back to Tampa.” “Oh, that sounds fun.  I would like that.”Patrick kissed my forehead, then my lips, then my neck as put his arms around my body and lifted me on top of him.  I bent down and started kissing him passionately as he guided his cock into my pussy and started fondling my breast and nipples as I ground my pussy bahis siteleri into his cock. A week and a half later Patrick and I were in Tampa, Florida to meet his friend at a restaurant.  Patrick told me we would leave Tampa, go down the Gulf to Naples, around the Panhandle to the Keys, to Miami, and then back to Tampa.  We would dock in Naples, Key West, and Miami to enjoy the area but would be sleeping on the boat the entire trip.  I packed casual clothes, two bikinis, and a coupled of dresses for just in case scenarios for nights in the cities.  I also packed some Dramamine just in case I got seasick.  Patrick told me to pack for six days but I packed for about fourteen days.  Hey, I am a girl after all!  Patrick saw what I packed, laughed, and told me there was no need to take so much.  With his help, I reduced what I was taking to just one suitcase and a makeup and toiletry bag. Patrick’s Marine friend was waiting for us when we arrived at the casual restaurant.  I referred to him as Patrick’s Marine friend and not buddy because I once called the Marines he knew as his buddies and Patrick corrected me and said they were friends not buddies by telling me a joke.In the Marines, a buddy is someone who if you have the duty and can’t go out on the town for liberty your buddy goes out and gets two blow jobs and come back and gives you one.  I thought that was funny.    Patrick introduced us and I knew his name was Travis and Patrick had told me a little about him.Travis was three years younger than Patrick so he was thirty-nine years old.  They had met when they were in the same unit in the Marines and served together in both Afghanistan and Iraq.  Unlike Patrick, who served twelve years in the Marines, Travis retired after twenty-one years of service.  He was now working in law enforcement for the city of Tampa as a detective.  What Patrick did not mention to me was how handsome Travis was; the word handsome does not do him justice.  The man was fucking hot!  He was the type of man women would stare at as he walked by.Travis had jet black hair that like Patrick’s was cut professionally short but styled so that he combed it back.  His piercing, sky blue eyes contrasted with his dark hair and I could have stared at his beautiful eyes all night.  Travis had a way of looking at you as if he could tell what color your panties were.  He was shorter than Patrick and maybe about five-eleven or six feet tall.  By the fit of the tight polo shirt he was wearing, you could tell his body was fit and toned and he was in great shape.  His skin complexion was just slightly darker from the sun than Patrick’s complexion. He was very nice, a lot more outgoing than Patrick was, had a great sense of humor, knew how to tell a story, and was very flirtatious.  I did notice how he kept looking at my chest and cleavage as we had our dinner.  I didn’t mind his staring at my breasts, I was wearing a low-cut top for people to see my cleavage, nor did I mind his flirtations and even I flirted back. “So how did Patrick snag such a beautiful young woman like you?”  Travis asked me. I looked at Patrick and raised my eyebrow and Patrick smiled.  “I met her from an online profile advertising her job.”“What kind of job?  I would like to know how to meet such a beautiful young woman,” Travis asked Patrick.Patrick looked at me and I nodded and shrugged.  He then looked across the table at Travis, “As an escort in Missouri.” Travis looked at me then back to Patrick then me again and then once again back to Patrick.  He then started laughing, “Ok, funny.  You two got me.  Seriously, how did you two meet?”I made a come here motion with my finger and leaned over the table.  Justin leaned closer to meet me.  “Seriously, I used to let people fuck me in exchange for money,” I whispered. I then sat back up straight in my chair, gave Travis a closed-mouth grin, and winked at him seductively.  I put my arms around Patrick’s neck and kissed his cheek.  “And I let Patrick fuck me in exchange for money and other things.” While I did not go around advertising that I had worked as a hooker and I was Patrick’s “companion” in exchange for financial gain, I was not ashamed of either.  I started working as an escort of my own free will.  Sometimes there were the few people that ever knew about it, besides people who used my services, that would look at me with pity or sympathy or even tell me they were sorry I had to do that.  They acted like I was forced into it.I was never forced into it.  True I was desperate for money and whatever job I could find was just going to be minimum wage or a waitress job working for less than minimum wage and having to rely on tips.  I wanted to make more money than that.  I wanted canlı bahis siteleri to have nicer things than I had.  However, I chose of my own free will to sell my body for sex.  I hated when people would think I was some girl forced into by a pimp or did it for drugs and I hated their looks of pity. Another reason why I was so open with Travis was that I had already consumed one Margarita and working on my second and was buzzed pretty well.  I was a lightweight when it came to drinking.  Then there was the fact I was extremely attracted to Travis and I had been flirting with him.    “You luck, bastard,” Travis told Patrick, “you win the lottery and then you meant such a fine black girl.”  Travis looked at me, “No offense on the black comment.”I smiled, “Why should I get offended?  I am a fine black girl with great boobs and an awesome ass.” I giggled.Travis laughed.  The rest of dinner went just normal and the two men caught up and I listened to some of their stories about the Marines.  They only told and shared humorous stories about things they did or people they knew and never talked about the terrible things they had seen or done.  As my relationship with Patrick progressed he never talked about those things.  I assumed they were just too horrible to talk about.   I knew he had several medals that I had no idea what they were for, except the Purple Heart.  He had them in a frame in his office at his house.“You didn’t tell me Travis was so hot,” I told Patrick as I walked out of the bathroom of the hotel room we were staying in. I had just gotten out of the shower and just finished brushing my teeth.  We were back at the hotel and Patrick was in bed, prompted up on the headboard with pillows for support, and reading a book.  He had the covers of the bed pulled up to his waist and his chest was bare.  I knew he was only wearing boxer briefs because that was his typical bedtime attire.  I was wearing my baby blue pajama set.  The bottoms were a little loose but very short and the camisole top was low cut and the bottom of the top came down to my belly button.On the drive from the restaurant to the hotel, I must have mentioned at least a hundred times how good-looking I thought Travis was.  I was still feeling the effects of the tequila in the Margaritas and while not drunk I was still slightly buzzed and I was very horny. Patrick chuckled and laid the book on the nightstand, “You never asked me what he looked like.”  He was teasing me.I got on the bed, straddle Patrick, and sat up on top of him while I ran my hands over his hairy chest.  “He didn’t mention he had a girlfriend,” I said as my hands went up Patrick’s chest.Patrick put his hands on my butt, “I don’t think he is seeing anyone right now.  He was married for a time back when we were in the Corps together but they got divorced.”I started to grind my butt into Patrick, “Why would a girl want to divorce him?”Patrick laughed, “Because Travis is a man whore.  He would fuck as many girls as he could when he could.  When we were stateside and back at Pendleton after a couple of tours in Afghanistan his wife caught him fucking her best friend.”      “Lucky best friend,” I teased and then squeaked out a giggle when Patrick pushed me off of him, onto my back, and got on top of me as I spread my legs for him. Patrick raised his body off of mine and looked down at me.  “He won’t fuck you,” he told me. I put my arms around Patrick’s neck and wrapped my short legs around his waist as best as I could.  “What makes you think I want him to fuck me?  I was just making an observation about his looks,” I grinned.Patrick laughed and slipped a hand up my top and started to fondle my nipple.  “Because all you said since you met him is ‘Travis is so funny. Travis is so nice, Travis is so hot, Travis this, and Travis that.’” “Umm that feels nice,” I told him as he played with my nipple.  “Well, I am sure he wants to fuck me.  I saw how he was looking at me.  Plus who would not want to fuck this,” I pushed my hips up and pushed my pelvis into Patrick, “There was not a man in that restaurant who did not want to fuck me unless he was gay.”Patrick lifted my camisole above my large breasts, “I think there were even some gay men in there that would want to fuck a sexy, black girl with an incredible body.”  His hands went to my nipples and I moaned out.  “Your looks are not the issue.  I didn’t say Travis didn’t want to fuck you but that he wouldn’t.  I was aware of how he looked at you and how the two of you flirted.”Patrick then lowered his head and held both my breasts in his large hands and started sucking my nipples.  He started with my right nipple and ran his tongue over my large, dark areola, and then licked my erect canlı bahis nipple.  He flicked his tongue over it, sucked it, and then moved to do the same to my left breast. “Umm that feels good,” I moaned out and ran my hands down his back, under the waistband of his underwear, and pushed his boxer shorts down.I pushed his underwear down just past his butt cheeks and freed his erect cock.  As Patrick sucked and licked and nibbled on my nipples I ran my right hand under him and then caressed his cock.  He moaned as my fingers ran over the head of his penis and I gently massaged the large tip of his cock.Patrick released one of my breasts and ran his hand down my stomach I felt it slip under my pajama bottoms and then gasped out when he pushed his finger into my wet pussy.  I started stroking his penis faster as he started thrusting his finger in and out of me and then I moaned out again when he inserted a second finger into me.“Put it in me, baby, please fuck me,” I gasped out.  I was no longer thinking of Travis. Patrick didn’t even bother to pull down the bottoms of my pajamas, but moved them to the side and pushed his dick into me.  He entered me in a single steady thrust, my hands clutched his butt cheeks, I pushed his butt into me, thrust my hips up into him, and Patrick started kissing me.  He then started to fuck me.Patrick fucked me with intimacy and passion.  He started slow and kissed my lips, cheeks, nose, down to my neck, and my ears.  When he started kissing my ears and sucking on them I gasped out and started grinding my hips and thrusting up to meet his thrust into my pussy and soon we were synced in perfect unison.  When I had an orgasm my fingers dug into Patrick’s back.After my orgasm, he started fucking me harder and his hands were all over my body that I could have sworn he grew four more hands.  They were on my breasts, my nipples, the small of my back, and my ass.  I was moaning loudly, begging him to fuck me, and screaming out to God as his cock rammed in and out of my pussy.  After I had a second orgasm, Patrick’s thrust became harder and more erratic and I felt his body tighten and then he moaned and grunted as he ejaculated his cum into my pussy. After he came, Patrick kissed me and I kissed him back and he rolled off of my body.  I pulled my pajama bottoms out of my butt crack, they had wedged up there when he was fucking me, and pulled my top down over my beasts.  I turned over on my side and cuddle next to Patrick and ran my hand over his chest.  I liked running my hands over his hairy chest.  Patrick put an arm around me and kissed the top of my head.  We lay there for a moment in the blissful after state of our orgasms.  There was no need to complement each other on the sex; we both knew it was great.  It always was.   “Is it because I am black and he is not into black girls?” I asked after a few moments of silence. “Is what because you are black and who is not into black girls?” Patrick asked.“Travis,” I answered. I was not really thinking of the other man, not after the fantastic fuck I just got from Patrick and I was pretty sure there would be more sex before we went to sleep.  It was now a matter of my ego.  Okay yes, there was also sexual desire.  I had fallen into immediate lust for Travis when I met him and his personality and our flirtations only inflamed my desire for him.  However, my ego and vanity was the foremost reason I wanted to know why Patrick said his friend would not fuck me. Ever since my body started to develop at a younger age than my friends and when I started to notice how boys looked at me and my body, I have suffered and still suffer from the sin of vanity about my looks and body and have great confidence in both.  It bugs me when a man does not find me or my body attractive or lusts after me.When I was younger and my body first started to develop I was ashamed of it because other girls my age were not developing breasts like I was or their butt was not developing like mine was.  I was also ashamed of my body because my religious grandmother told me I should be ashamed of it.  She would make me wear hand-me-down clothes that were sized too big that she purchased for me at the Goodwill or Salvation Army store.  Then when I started to notice that boys were more than just someone to play with and hang out with and started to notice how they looked at me and my body I started to show them what I had. I would borrow clothes from a friend of mine to wear when I went to school.  They were a little too small because she was not as developed as I was and I liked how boys looked at my butt and breasts in the tighter fitting clothes.  I would borrow makeup from her since my grandparents would not let me wear makeup and she would teach me how to apply it.  When people compliment me on my looks and body I smile and tell them thank you and even sometimes summon up a fake blush to be flirtatious.  In my mind, however, I tell myself, yes I know.