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Big John’s Confession – IV
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I woke up alone the next morning with a headache from all the whiskey shots. I figured Grace had gone back to her cabin so I climbed into the shower to soak my head. I was still reeling from everything that had happened and it still hadn’t sunk in that all this was real.
When I turned on the lights in the cabin I noticed two things. One was it was actually noon, and two, a neatly stacked set of clothes on the small dresser. It had a note on it stating that the clothes were for me and whomever had written it......a person named Lana, said if they didn’t fit I could ring her up.
The clothes did fit deck shoes with white pants, and a golf shirt. I found them much more comfortable than my expensive suit that Lana had said in the note was being cleaned for me. I was starting to like being rich and having a crew to do my bidding!
I found Grace and Charles on the back deck eating lunch and laughing. The sun was a bit bright and I wished that I had some sunglasses to block the glare and sooth my sore head. But in spite of my troubles I went to see what new and crazy information Charles was plotting.
“Hey dad!” Grace said, looking lovely as ever in a flowered Hawaiian style dress, “You like it?”
“It’s very pretty on you!” I told her and sat down at the table with them.
“Thanks, I like what you have on too!” Grace replied and took a bite of a hamburger.
“Good morning Master John,” Charles said with no trace of guilt on his face, “I trust you slept well?”
I was still a little peeved that he had done whatever with Grace but I tried to control my feelings.
“Just fine, how was your evening?” I asked with a touch of sarcasm that couldn’t be helped.
“Marvelous.....marvelous...I feel like a new man today!”
“What was that?” Charles asked.
“Oh nothing,” I said, “Could a guy get a cup of coffee around here?”
Charles snapped his fingers and a waiter ran over to the table, “Yes Sir!”
“Coffee for John, black I presume?”
“Yes,” I told him, “Make it a double.”
“Right away Sir! is there anything else?”
“Bacon, 4 eggs over easy, toast lightly buttered, sausage, and hash browns.”
“Certainly right away Sir!”
“God dad, are you hungry or something?” Grace laughed.
“I’m a big guy, I need my strength.”
“So what are your plans today?” I asked Grace as a huge mug of coffee suddenly appeared in front of me.
“I’m going shopping for new clothes,” Grace said excitedly, “You can have my old things thrown out at home.”
I was about to ask how she planned on paying for them when a girl in a white crewman’s outfit came up to the table, “Ms. Parker the car is here.”
I looked at her name tag that said, “Lana Kaʻaukai” and spent a good amount of time appraising her looks. She was an extremely beautiful girl that could not have been much over 19 or 20. She looked much younger, but it’s always hard to tell the age of people that are of Asian or Hawaiian decent.
“Thanks for the clothes.” I interrupted.
Her caramel colored face erupted in a big smile, “You’re welcome Sir, I’m glad they fit you.”
“Perfectly and please call me John,” I told her, while thinking how cute she looked with the white uniform and hat keeping her long dark hair in place.
John handed Grace a credit card and she jumped up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I made a fist under the table until the pain of my stitches reminded me to stop. Grace ran over and gave me a kiss, and just like that she was gone.
“Shouldn’t she be going to school?” I asked Charles.
He waved my comment off with his hand, “Not needed, I’ve arranged for the best tutor to accompany you on your voyage to the islands.
I had to hand it to him; he seemed to think of everything.
Charles pulled an attaché case from under the table as my food arrived. I dug in and listened to him as he pulled out several papers.
“To prove that I’m a man of my word, I had a new will drawn up,” He said and passed me the stack.
“You’ll note that it has the seal from the N.Y. registrar’s office affixed, making it genuine.”
I flipped through the document noting that Grace was listed as his sole heir, with me in charge of her trust fund until she reached the age of 21.
“A bit premature isn’t it?” I said, handing the documents back to him.
“Not at all, I wanted to do this now so there can be no doubt as to my mental capacity considering my affliction.”
That made sense to me, and I washed down some more food with coffee.
“I thought you might like to read this report on your ex-wife.” Charles slid a huge stack of papers towards me, “It seems she is a bit of a tramp.”
“Always has been,” I told him and started reading the report.
The report was at least 30 pages deep and I realized it was going to take a while to read all about what they had dug up on the bimbo.
“John, have you ever considered the possibility that perhaps Grace isn’t really your own flesh and blood.” Charles asked me.
I just stared at him, and my first impulse was to break his neck and throw him into the harbor. I had to sit there for a moment or two and actually think back to when the bimbo and I had been dating. I’d been so in love with her that I hadn’t even thought about her running around on me back then. I looked over at him expecting a smug look on his face, but I saw instead a face of compassion.
“I’ve never really thought about it, but knowing her history like I do now.......it’s not a stretch at all!”
“Well it’s certainly easy enough to find out via DNA test,” Charles said, “That is if you decide you want to go that route.”
“Why are you telling me all this?” I asked him.
“Let’s just say that I think your concern for Grace is more than just parental worry.”
Charles could certainly turn a phrase. It was quite plain that he suspected or knew that Grace and I were lovers. I really didn’t plan on confirming or denying it to him.
“Rest assured it doesn’t change our deal at all,” Charles went on, “I thought you should know because it’s plain to see that you love her as much as I do.”
Just once I wished that Charles wouldn’t leave me with more conflicts to think about than I needed. But I did admire how honest he was being with me. And at least he wasn’t judging us like most people would have done. I was already feeling like a drink but told myself to wait until dark.
“I’d like to ask you permission for Grace to accompany me to Geneva for a few days. I have some business to take care of at my office, and I think she would like to see the sites.”
I tried to digest that new piece of information, as a man refilled my cup and then disappeared. I didn’t like the idea of Grace being gone from me at all, especially with him. But I had to let Grace decide what she would want to do. She seemed to like him a lot, and I was thinking about her future for once, and not just what I wanted.
“She doesn’t have a passport,” I offered.
Charles took a passport out of his briefcase and slid it over to me. I looked at it and noticed that the picture was the same as the one from her last year-book.
“All quite legal I assure you.” Charles told me.
“How did you get this so fast?”
“Being me does have its privileges, money doesn’t hurt either.” He laughed.
“If Grace tells me she wants to go with you on this trip, I’ll agree to it.” I told him, not believing what I was agreeing to.
“Excellent, I’ll deliver her back to you in Miami or the Keys in few days when you put in for fuel.”
Just then a huge man who looked to be Samoan came up to the table.
“John this is the captain, he will take orders from only you,,,,, unless it puts the ship in danger.”
I stood and shook hands with the man that was all most as tall as me and twice as thick. He reminded me of the linebackers back in my playing days that were always trying to crush me to the ground.
“Any orders Sir?” The captain asked me.
I’d watched enough pirate movies and said, “When is the next high tide?”
“Make ready, we sail on the tide!”
The Samoan got a funny lopsided grin on his face, “Yes Sir!” and walked off barking orders like we were on the Black Pearl!”
I started laughing; the captain had a sense of humor. I immediately like the hell out of him! Charles was even chuckling as he put everything but the bimbo report back in his brief case.
“I’ll have the car bring Grace to my jet later this afternoon if she agrees.” Charles told me, “I have to take care of some things so I guess this is goodbye until we meet in a few days.
Charles offered his hand and reluctantly I shook it, “Take care of her.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll return her safe and sound to you.”
I watched Charles and his entourage of yes men leave with him, and went back to my cabin to see if Grace and Janis had been doing any texting. I wouldn’t dare ask Grace the details of her rendezvous but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t read about them if she told Janis.
Sure enough Grace had told Janis she had spent the night with Charles. Even though Janis had tried to get her to tell who it was she had refused. She only said that he treated her like a queen and was very gentle, not a rough and tumble lover like me!
I had to laugh at that one, she was right about that. When I got down to business I went full throttle! I was glad that he was being nice to Grace, and thought maybe she liked having a change of pace back on the team. I kept wondering about what Charles had mentioned about the bimbo? It was starting to bug me that Grace might not be my real daughter even though as far as I was concerned she always would be.
Grace returned a few hours later with a bunch of packages and some new suitcases. I had to endure looking at all of her new clothes, mainly because that’s not my thing. I found myself looking at the suitcases and wondering when she would bring it up.
“Dad did Charles ask you if I could go to Geneva with him?” She asked as she put the last dress she showed me on the stack on the bed.
“So what did you say?” She said looking at me in her print dress with her hands on her hips and no shoes on her feet.
“I said it was okay if you wanted to go.” I told her glumly.
“Oh COOL!” Grace said and ran over to give me a hug.
I guess I was not so enthusiastic with our kiss and she frowned up at me, “You don’t like me going do you?”
“No,” I told her, “Do you like leaving me here all alone?”
“No but I really want to see Geneva, I’ve never been to another country.” Grace told me with her arms around my neck, “Don’t be mad, I’ll be back in a couple of days.”
“I’m not mad; I’m just going to miss you that’s all.”
“Remember when I told you that whenever we’re alone together my panties get wet?” Grace asked.
“Yes I do, I’ll never forget that!”
“Well they’re soaking wet right now, want to check?”
Grace removed her arms from around my neck and pulled her dress up until her panties were visible. I got down on my knees and looked at them from a foot away. Sure enough the crotch was soaking wet and I could smell the musky wet scent of her pussy.
I wanted her so badly that I yanked my pants and boxers down. My cock jumping to attention as I yanked her panties down her legs and kissed her wet pussy. I could hear her moaning as I tongued her clit and tasted how wonderful she was.
The bed was covered with clothes and suitcases so I stood up and lifted her up, and she wrapped her long legs around the small of my back as I pushed her to the nearest wall. She held on tightly with her arms around my neck as I tried to enter her.
It took a couple of tries and some adjustment on her part, but eventually she slid down on my raging hard cock with a loud groan. Holding her ass, I started thrusting upwards as she clung on with her back against the wall telling me how good I felt.
“OH GOD it turns me on so much when you just have..... to have me!” Grace told me and started kissing me hotly, and then putting her tongue in my mouth.
She was so wet that my balls were dripping as I kept grunting and thrusting up into her as hard as I could. Grace let out a moan in my ear and squeezed me hard and came. I felt her hot pussy contracting on my cock and more fluid gushing out of her.
I wasn’t done just yet, and just kept on fucking upwards as deep as I could go.
“OH GAWD! Grace groaned and I think she came again, “I want your baby!” and she screamed again as I started shooting up inside of her like a fire hose!
She sank all the way down on my cock and started kissing me all over my face as my dick throbbed and kept spurting in her quivering hot vice.
“I mean it this time,” Grace whispered, and kissed me on the mouth again, “I’m going to have your baby some day!”
I believed her, and it just made me cum harder. Finally I had to let her down before I collapsed from the wind sprint it felt like I had just run. Grace dropped down to her knees and started sucking my creamy cock as I leaned forward with my hands on the wall. I was so sensitive that it made me stand on my tip toes, and let out a few moans of my own!
An hour later I had a lump in my throat as she gave me a kiss good bye, and then drove away, waving out the window at me. My baby girl wanted to see the world, and there was no way I was going to deny her that. I went looking for a drink to drown my sorrows.
When I walked into the main room I saw the captain.
“Captain how long does it take to get underway?” I asked, using the limited jargon I could think of.
“Mmmm 30 minutes to an hour,” He said, scratching his chin, “You don’t want to wait for the tide?”
“Nope, I’m tired of sitting around, make preparations to get underway.”
“Yes Sir!” The captain said and headed for the bridge.
I heard an announcement from the PA system telling all crewmembers to report in and make preparations to depart for Miami. I wondered how many damn people worked on the ship because they looked like ants pouring out of a hill as it suddenly got real busy.
Thirty five minutes later tugs pushed us away from the dock and I heard a low rumble as the engines caught. We began to move away from the lights on N.Y. for what I had no idea, but at least we were moving.
I wondered around to the bar and found that no one seemed to be tending so I went behind it and made my own. I was about to leave when Lana came in wearing jeans and a sweater. Her hair was all the way down to her cute looking rear and shiny as a raven’s feathers.
“I can do that even though my shifts over Sir!”
“No problem Lana isn’t it?” I told her, “How about I make you one?”
“No thank you sir,” The crew is not permitted to drink, and besides I’m only 20.”
“Who made that rule...Charles?” I asked, and started making her a screwdriver.
“Yes, it was him sir.”
I poured her a stiff shot over the ice, “Do you follow all orders?” I asked, and added the orange juice and a touch of papaya.
“Of course sir, I need this job.”
“Well then as the new owner of this tub, I have a few rules of my own.”
“The first is I want you to have a drink with me, and the second order is to call me John, not sir.” I put the glass in front of her on the bar.
Lana’s face lit up and she said, “Yes sir, uh I mean John.” Lana hoisted the glass and took a long pull.
I walked around the bar and told her, “And no one has bothered to give me a tour of this dingy, so how about you show me around my new fishing boat?”
Lana laughed, “I’d be delighted....come on.”
For the next hour Lana showed me every inch of the 3 story yacht. Not only did she show me but she explained and answered every question I had like she had been at sea forever. I was impressed to say the least and planned on telling Charles he was good at hiring crewman...as it were.
The tour ended at the back of the ship and I watched the ocean being churned white by the propellers as it left a wake behind us. I looked up at the sky and saw vapor trails of planes heading across the Atlantic and wondered where Grace was, and if she was safe.
“Would you like a refill?” Lana asked me snapping me out of my gloom once more.
“I sure would, get one for you too if you like.”
Lana took my glass and headed inside as I went back to staring at the sea’s inky black water and thinking about what Grace had told me.
She had said she wanted to have my baby someday, and I was starting to like that idea very much if she really had meant it. I wondered if she would end up falling in love with Charles and change her mind. Either way there wasn’t anything I could do if she did, so I started thinking about the bimbo and if she had tricked me with her pregnancy?
“Penny for your thoughts!”
I turned around and Lana handed me a full glass, “You miss your daughter don’t you?”
“Is it that obvious,” I asked, “How did you know that anyway?”
Lana just grinned, “Not much goes on board a ship without the whole crew knowing, or making up rumors if they don’t.”
I suddenly wondered if someone had heard me and Grace making love before she left.
“I do miss her.”
“I understand,” She smiled, “I’m very close to my family, especially my dad and I miss him every time I’m at sea.”
I tried to figure out what exactly she meant by that. I wondered if she knew about Grace and me, or if it was a completely innocent comment. If it wasn’t, was it an admission that she had shared a similar relationship as I had with Grace?
“I’m looking forward to getting back home and seeing him and mom.” She added.
“Born in Hawaii I presume?”
“Yes, did you know my name means “Light” in our language?”
“Interesting, what does your last name mean?”
I had to laugh, “I guess you’re in the right line of work then Ms. Light Sea Farer.”
“My whole family has always been working in jobs that involve the sea,” Lana said, “it’s hard not to when you live on an island.”
“Yes I suppose that’s true,” I told her, “So how come a beautiful girl like you isn’t married yet?”
Lana grinned at the compliment and took a drink before replying, “Are you making an offer, or just nosy?”
I had to take another look at her to see if she was messing with me and she was, with a wicked little suppressed smile on her face.
“I don’t know you well enough to make an offer, so I guess I’m just nosy.”
“I guess I haven’t found the right man yet,” Lana replied, “It doesn’t help that I’m out to sea most of the time.”
“Let me guess, fraternization between the crew is strictly forbidden?”
“You guessed it,” Lana said coyly, “You going to change that rule to?”
I had about two seconds I guessed to figure out how I wanted to answer that.
“Nope, I think a horny crew has a certain edge about them, “Keeps them sharp so we don’t run aground.”
Lana spit out a mouthful of drink over the railing and started laughing as loud as a drunken sailor.
When she stopped laughing she said, “Then you have nothing to worry about, this is the horniest crew I’ve ever been around. I get propositioned at least twice a day!”
I like it when a girl tells me she is horny, it makes things so much easier, and I was having serious thoughts about not being alone that night since Grace was gone. It all came crashing down so fast I didn’t even see it coming.
We finished our drinks while staring off the back of the yacht as it moved past the last piece of land an into the open sea. I wondered where Grace was, and thought about how much I was going to miss her in my bed.
Lana dumped her ice over the rail and then put her hand on my arm, “I know you miss her but she’ll be back, try not to be so lonely.”
I looked into her eyes that were full of compassion for me, and wanted to hold her to make myself feel better but I didn’t.
“If it’s any consolation,” Lana told me, “You aren’t the only lonely sole on the sea. Good night John.”
“Good night Lana,” I said to her back as she walked away carrying her empty glass.
I felt as empty as the glass in my hand as I watched her walking away.
I checked my watch and it was almost midnight so I decided to give up and see how comfortable my Master’s cabin was going to be.
The Master’s cabin improved my spirits a bit because it was richly decorated with maritime memorabilia. It was huge compared to the other’s I had seen and had everything a sea going mate like me could want. T.V., Fax machine, copier, and of course a wet bar.
I got undressed and checked my phone, and the cloned one to see if there was any news. The cloned phone was blank with any new text, but my own had some pictures of the inside of Charles private jet. Grace had sent me several texts about how exciting everything was, and I was pissed that I hadn’t replied.
I sent her a couple of text telling her how cool it was, and that I hoped she was having a great adventure. Of course all it did was make me more depressed but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I dimmed the cabin lights and was just about to get in bed when a soft knock sounded on the door.
I was surprised and thought I was hearing things but it came again.
I went to the door in my boxers and unlatched it and opened it a crack. Lana came through the crack in the door like a ghost wearing a Hawaiian print kimono robe. I closed and locked the door as she came up to me and whispered so quietly.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight......do you?”
“You could get fired for this,” I said jokingly.
“You won’t want to fire me after tonight.” Lana whispered, and opened her robe for me to see what she was offering.
Even in the dim lights I could see she had a body most men would die for. Her breasts were big and round, with large dark nipples. Her waist was tiny...so tiny I thought if I put both hands around her I would be able to touch my thumbs and forefingers together. And I could see a small triangle of black pubic hair and luscious puffy pussy lips between her shapely legs. Her entire body was a beautiful caramel color, which looked like a deep dark tan.
Let’s just say I found her confidence worth a challenge. Besides it got my mind off of Grace lying under Charles in some foreign country. Well at least for the time being it would be an interesting distraction.
I bent my head down as the tiny woman pressed her huge warm breasts against me and kissed me with her big soft lips. I felt her pulling my boxers down while she kissed me, and then the warmth of her skin on my cock as she pressed her body against mine, trapping it between us.
I pulled her robe down over her shoulders and she shrugged it off and down her arms. Pressing her naked body against me and kissing me like she wanted more. She moved backward enough to be able to grab my hardness and stroke it as I squeezed her nice round tits with both hands.
“Lay down on the bed.” She whispered at last, “I want to suck this nice big cock.”
I almost ran over to the huge bed and got comfortable in the middle, as the Hawaiian goddess crawled up after me and took me in her mouth. She put both hands on my shaft like she was holding a baseball bat, and started to stroke it up and down slowly. I could only watch as her mouth went over my knob, and I had no choice but to let out a muffled groan, when I felt how hard she started sucking on it.
Just when I thought I was going to blast the back of her throat with cum she stopped and crawled up over my chest. She took a hold of the headboard and put her pussy on my lips. Her pussy lips were warm and puffy; her scent reminded me of musk and the copper taste of her pussy made me eat her even harder.
I forgot about Cumming for the moment, and concentrated on eating her juicy pussy. I loved it when she started to move faster, rubbing her wet folds over my lips and putting her clit on my tongue as she moaned quietly above me.
I held her tight round ass with both hands and sucked her clit as hard as I could. Lana began to shake and then gush as she came in my mouth. I drank her fluids as she ground her pussy on my face, her hips jerking back and forth like a belly dancer until she fell off of me and spread her legs wide apart... waiting for me to take her.
I crawled in between her legs, and put my knob into her warm wet opening and pushed. She let out a small gasp as I easily slid deep into her body. Holding her nice round tit’s as handles I sucked on a big dark nipple that was standing out at least an inch, as I began to thrust in and out of her. Her pussy was so warm and wet that I wondered how long I could last. I wanted it to last just as long as I could, but then she started sqeezing my cock on each thrust, and mutter something I couldn’t make out.
I got closer to her muttering lips, and what she was whispering sounded like another language. I felt her lock her legs around me, so I gave her all of it. Just as deep as I could go, I pumped her and she kept muttering Hawaiian.
“What?” I finally had to whisper in her ear, “Speak English.”
“Oh God.......fuck me daddy........you make me feel so good when you fuck me...Unnnnnh”
At first I thought she was mocking me and Grace, but the look on her face told the truth. She was fantasizing about me being her daddy; either that or she called every man daddy when she fucked them.
I really didn’t care at the time because her pussy felt so good and tight around my cock that all I wanted to do was cum in her. I pumped her harder and faster wanting to hear more.
“Oh yeah...oh yeah....oh that’s the way I like it daddy....Oh FUCK I’m going to CUM!” Lana hissed and dropped her legs from around my back.
She put them on the mattress, and started thrusting her hips upwards, taking all of me inside and started chanting something in Hawaiian again. I didn’t have any chance at all after that, I buried it as far as I could and let it explode in burst that left me wishing I could cum forever!
Each time my cock throbbed and shot, Lana’s pussy would contract and make me groan and made me want to do it again. Unfortunately it came to an end and I wilted and fell out.
When Lana quit panting and rolled over to me she said, “You still want to fire me?
“Fuck no, but you better come back tomorrow night for more of the same.”
“I was planning on it..... whether you wanted to or not.” Lana said, and headed for the latrine.
I just lay there thinking the trip to Hawaii didn’t seem so bad now that I had someone to take my mind off of Grace.
Lana came out of the bathroom and put her robe back on. Before she left she came over and gave me the most passionate kiss while holding my limp dick in her hand.
“Make sure you’re ready to go tomorrow night mister!”
Then she went out the door like a ghost, and I fell asleep to the rolling of the ocean.
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