Shared by Her Pirates: A Bisexual MMF Menage

By Ellie Hunt

Is this serving wench ready to get double-plundered?

Grace is a young woman trying to scrape together a living as a bar wench in Nassau.

That is, until she's taken captive by a handsome, sexy pirate captain.

Living on his boat, she quickly discovers that he and his first mate are much more than shipmates - they have sex nearly every other night.

What's more, they want her to join them - so they can both take her hard and unprotected!

Shared by Her Pirates is a high-heat, super-steamy MMF menage with a threesome between two rough, rugged, experienced pirates and one innocent maiden! The men are just as hot for each other as they are for her - get ready for male/male love as well as a young woman experiencing the pleasures of being double-stuffed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ellie Hunt
• Release date: Aug 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005217624

Ellie Hunt

Ellie is wine-loving, latte-drinking mom of three who loves her dog a little too much and her treadmill not enough.When she's not dreaming up dirty stories, she's probably supervising dance class or taking notes at a PTA meeting, where no one is the wiser about her secret writing life!

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Shared by Her Pirates

Shared by Her Pirates

A Bisexual MMF Menage

Ellie Hunt

Shared by Her Pirates

A Bisexual MMF Menage

1715 A.D.

Nassau, a seaport in the Bahamas

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Oh, fill ‘er up more than that, dearie, the sailor told the girl behind the bar.

That’s what you get, she said, putting the cork back in the bottle of rum. Pay me more and you’ll get more rum.

Ain’t even worth the pence I gave you, the man muttered, but he knocked the drink back anyway, swallowing the whole glass in one gulp. Then he set it back on the bar with a loud thonk and grinned at the woman.

How about a buy-one-get-one half price deal, sweetheart? he said. His grin didn’t have as many teeth as it should have, but Grace, the woman, was used to sailors who were stinking and drunk and missing all manner of body parts.

No, she said.

I heard if I pay extra I take lick it off of your bosoms, he said, still grinning at her.

You’ve been told a falsehood, then, she said.

The man didn’t take his eyes from her decolletage, which was very nice indeed: round and pert, two bubbles the color of coffee with cream coming out the top of her bodice.

I don’t need some mulatta whore, the man muttered.

Grace turned around, furious, but just then the door banged open, nearly torn off its hinges, and a motley crew of men spilled in from the street, shouting. They held muskets and knives and wore a mishmash of naval uniforms: American, British, French, Spanish. It was obvious that they were none of these.

Instantly, Grace knew they were pirates, and without thinking twice, she ducked behind