Lure of the Sirens: A Sci Fi Choose Your Own Erotic Story

by Callista Hawkes

  Have them remove the blindfold

  “I’d like to see who my tormenters are.” You groan, your cock driving you to distraction with a desperate desire for attention.

  “Very well.” The second woman purrs and you feel her weight shift on

  the bed as she leans over you and unties the blindfold. You blink as your

  eyes grow accustomed to the light of the room. You focus on the pretty face

  smiling down at you, her long red hair hanging down to the tops of her full

  breasts, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

  “Vanessa!” You gasp.

  “Surprise!” She chuckles sexily.

  “Your voice…” You stutter, confused.

  “One of my alternate voice settings.” She grins, her voice returning to

  her familiar one. “I didn’t want to give the game away.” You look around you

  at the elegant furnishings of the room and realise you must be in a suite in

  the Astral Hotel. You glance over Vanessa’s shoulder at an attractive, dark

  haired woman, perhaps in her late thirties and wearing a lacy black basque,

  her breasts spilling out of the top while a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic

  hair contrasts with the pale skin of her shapely thighs.

  “This is Administrator Drax.” Vanessa smiles.

  “Call me Miranda.” Administrator Drax purrs. “I heard you were

  staying at the Astral Hotel and thought I would thank you in person.” She

  reaches out and grasps your cock, pumping your aching member. “Though

  don’t think I have finished expressing my gratitude just yet.”

  “These feel so full.” Vanessa teases, cradling your heavy ballsack. “I

  bet you’re absolutely desperate to come aren’t you?”

  “Perhaps we should put him out of his misery.” Miranda murmurs, the

  two women grinning at each other, enjoying your obvious torment.

  “Well?” Vanessa cocks an eyebrow. “What shall we do with you?”

  Have the two women finish you off with their mouths

  Have Miranda ride you while Vanessa sits on your face

  “Ride me.” You tell Miranda. She eagerly straddles you and guides your cock to her sodden hole, gasping with pleasure as she sinks down on

  you. Vanessa pouts enviously as the dark haired woman begins to ride you,

  squeezing her own full breasts through the lacy material of the basque.

  “I want to taste you.” You tell Vanessa. She smiles and moves up the

  bed until she sits astride your head before slowly lowering the dewy lips of

  her labia onto your face. You stretch out your tongue and Vanessa moans as

  you part her puffy lips. Miranda continues to vigorously ride you, panting as

  she grinds her pelvis down on you, your cock buried deep inside her velvety

  pussy. Vanessa too begins to grind her pussy against your lips and chin, your

  face wet with her juices as you lash your tongue against her clitoris and juicy slit.

  “Taste me!” She moans, her fingers running through your hair and

  gripping your head. “Lick my pussy! Make me come!”

  The two women seem lost in pursuit of their own climaxes grinding

  their bodies down on yours as they pant and moan with pleasure. You gaze

  up at Vanessa’s beautiful breasts jiggling enticingly above you and wish your

  hands were free to cup them.

  “I’m close.” Vanessa gasps, lurching forward, grasping the headboard

  and shrieking in ecstasy as she climaxes. You continue to gently lap at her

  twitching clitoris as waves of pleasure wash through her. After her climax

  subsides, Vanessa gingerly climbs off you, pressing her lips to yours before

  sitting back to watch. Miranda comes soon after, arching her back as she

  reaches her orgasm, her cries of pleasure filling the room. Her clenching,

  quivering pussy sends you over the edge and with a roar of pleasure, you

  explode inside her. You strain against your bonds as spurt after spurt of

  creamy come erupts into her trembling body. Your bodies jerk and shudder

  together in a dance of ecstasy before Miranda slumps forward, her basque

  clad breasts crushed against your chest and her warm breath on your neck

  as she catches her breath.

  “Your gratitude is most satisfying.” You grin as she finally rolls off you.

  “I couldn’t agree more.” She smiles, reaching up and untying your

  wrists while Vanessa unties your ankles. Free at last, you kiss each woman in

  turn, before you all lie back on the bed, Vanessa and Miranda pressed

  against you on either side, their bodies moulded against yours, each with an

  arm thrown across your chest.

  “Lights off.” Vanessa murmurs and the room dims. As you lie there in the darkness, the room in silence save for the gentle breathing of the dozing

  women, you reflect on a wild few days. While you are lucky to still be alive,

  you have successfully crossed the Dark nebula and registered salvage rights

  to all those wrecks too. You glance at Vanessa, who intuitively flicks open

  her eyes, gazing back at you in the dim light. Her lips curl into a subtle smile before her eyes close again. She might be an android, but you can think of

  no other woman you would rather be with. Rich and sandwiched between

  two beautiful women in an expensive suite in the Astral Hotel, a smile

  crosses your face: It’s like a perfect dream. Your smile falters, a horrible

  thought flashing through your mind as you remember those writhing

  tendrils on the Magellan. Just as quickly, you cast the thought from your

  mind. No, the organism is dead. You killed it... Didn’t you?

  THE END

  “You both seem to like the sound of your own voices.” You grin.

  “Perhaps you could find a better use for your mouths.”

  Miranda’s mouth drops open in mock surprise.

  “Your partner’s a cocky son of a bitch!” She grins at Vanessa before

  turning her gaze to you. “I like that in a man.” With that, she drops her head

  into your lap and guides the straining head of your cock between her lips.

  You groan as you watch her swirl her tongue around the taut flesh, lapping

  up a bead of pre come that has formed on the tip. Vanessa moves between

  your legs and her eyes gleam as she lowers her face to your balls, her tongue

  slithering all over the sensitive skin.

  “Fuck! That feels good!” You groan as you watch the two women

  gleefully lavish attention on you with their nimble tongues. Miranda begins

  to slide her tongue up and down your shaft on one side and Vanessa joins

  her, licking up and down the other. Two pairs of eyes are fixed on yours,

  gleaming wickedly as they slide their tongues up the hot flesh of your

  straining cock. You thrust your hips up, driven wild with lust by their blissful torment, willing one of them to take you into their mouth and make you

  come. Miranda finally relents, sliding her tongue up to the bulbous head and

  taking it between her lips. Vanessa’s tongue slides back to your balls and you

  let out a long, drawn out groan of delight as you watch Miranda’s lips slide

  down your thick cock. She begins to bob up and down while Vanessa laps at

  each of your balls in turn. Your whole body aches for release and with a final

  throaty grunt of pleasure, your cock twitches as your come races up your

  shaft to erupt from the tip, hitting the back of Miranda’s throat. Her eyes

  widen as you quickly fill her mouth with yo
ur thick creamy seed. She tries to

  gulp it down, but cannot cope and your pearly white semen escapes her lips,

  trickling down your shaft. Gasping, she pulls back, your erupting cock

  sending a rope of come into her surprised face, splattering across her lips

  and chin. Vanessa takes over, taking you into her mouth and sucking the last

  few spurts from you before licking your shaft clean. She glances at Miranda’s

  come splattered face and leans into her, tenderly licking it from her chin and

  lips before the two women enjoy a long and passionate kiss. Finally breaking

  the kiss, they untie you and you kiss each in turn before you all lie back on

  the bed, you sandwiched between them, their bodies moulded against

  yours, each with an arm thrown across your chest.

  “Lights off.” Vanessa murmurs and the room dims. As you lie there in

  the darkness, the room in silence save for the gentle breathing of the dozing women, you reflect on a wild few days. While you are lucky to still be alive,

  you have successfully crossed the Dark nebula and registered salvage rights

  to all those wrecks too. You glance at Vanessa, who intuitively flicks open

  her eyes, gazing back at you in the dim light. Her lips curl into a subtle smile before her eyes close again. She might be an android, but you can think of

  no other woman you would rather be with. Rich and sandwiched between

  two beautiful women in an expensive suite in the Astral Hotel, a smile

  crosses your face: It’s like a perfect dream. Your smile falters, a horrible

  thought flashing through your mind as you remember those writhing

  tendrils on the Magellan. Just as quickly, you cast the thought from your

  mind. No, the organism is dead. You killed it... Didn’t you?

  THE END

  A few hours later, you drop out of hyperspace at your destination. The constantly shifting red patterns of hyperspace are replaced by the inky

  blackness and twinkling stars of normal space and just ahead of you, the

  silvery grey spindle of Omega station, slowly rotating in the orbit of the

  ringed gas giant, Tau Ceti IV. You reduce your velocity to port speed and

  pilot the ship towards the station's docking bay. As you near the gaping maw

  of the rectangular entrance, a loud voice booms out over the cockpit

  speakers.

  “OMEGA STATION IS ON LOCKDOWN. THE STATION IS

  QUARANTEENED DUE TO AN OUTBREAK OF THE XEVON VIRUS. REVERSE

  YOUR COURSE IMMEDIATELY!”

  You ignore the warning, continuing on towards the station.

  As you set down in the cavernous docking bay, you can tell Omega

  station is in the middle of a catastrophe. One side of the docking bay is piled high with long crates which can only be makeshift coffins and as you

  descend the boarding ramp, there is an atmosphere of deep despair. A

  dockhand hurries towards you.

  “Get back on your ship and leave!” He tells you. “Didn’t you hear the

  warning? Omega station is under quarantine. We’ve had an outbreak of the

  Xevon virus here!”

  “You won’t want my cargo of antidote then?” You growl.

  “You have the antidote!” His eyes widen incredulously. “We weren’t

  expecting it for weeks!” You shrug and open the hold doors. The dockhand

  excitedly waves the other dockhands over and they immediately begin to

  unload the crates of ampules containing the precious antidote.

  An hour later and the ship has been unloaded, the crates transported

  to the station’s medical unit where the antidote will be distributed amongst

  the remaining population.

  “We’ve lost a third of the station’s population since the outbreak.” The

  dockhand tells you. “We were starting to worry that there would be no one

  left to save by the time the antidote arrived with having to navigate around

  the Dark nebula.”

  “We went through.” You tell him. The dockhand’s eyes widen and he

  whistles.

  “That’s a brave thing you did.” He tells you. “You’ve saved a lot of lives.” You nod, feeling unworthy of the praise after it cost Vanessa her life.

  Still, you take some solace that her death was not in vain. Perhaps sensing

  that your arrival came at a price, the dockhand turns to leave before turning

  back to you.

  “The station commander, Administrator Drax has requested that you

  report in person.” The dockhand tells you.

  Report to Administrator Drax

  You’ve delivered your cargo and your work here is done. Get space bound

  “I’ve delivered the consignment,” You tell the dockhand, “So

  Administrator Drax can suck my cock.”

  “She might at that.” The dockhand smirks before wandering away. So

  Administrator Drax is a woman and from the dockhand’s reaction, you

  wonder if perhaps you have been a little hasty in ignoring her request for an

  audience. Still, you’re hardly in the mood. You lean back against the Eclipse's landing gear, the inky blackness of space before you.

  “Just you and me again sweetheart.” You whisper to your ship, patting

  the cool steel structure of the strut. You feel a little melancholy,

  remembering the loneliness of the long haul runs in the days before you met

  Vanessa. Weeks on end spent alone in the cockpit going stir crazy gazing at

  the swirling red patterns of hyperspace. As a crimson skinned Talosian

  woman enters your field of vision, her three large breasts bouncing as she

  jogs towards her own ship, you brighten, remembering there is a universe of

  beautiful women, human or otherwise, just waiting to be seduced by the

  legendary Trent charm...

  THE END

  You make your way through the administrative section of the station, the clean, cream coloured corridors contrasting with the functional grey of

  the docking bay. You introduce yourself to a receptionist, who presses a

  button on her desk and informs the Administrator.

  “Send Mr Trent in.” Comes the terse response. The receptionist waves

  you through and you step into a large, opulent office, an attractive dark

  haired woman sitting behind a desk. Behind her, the wall is transparent,

  giving a breath-taking view of the ringed gas giant of Tau Ceti IV around

  which Omega station is in orbit. The woman doesn’t look up, keeping you

  waiting while she types away at her console. Her black hair is tied neatly

  back behind her head, while her efficiently applied make-up and dark red

  lipstick is similarly immaculate. She wears a white blouse, dark grey jacket

  with a matching knee length skirt and exudes a business-like authority.

  “Better late than never.” The dark haired woman growls, finally

  looking up from behind her desk. “Where the hell have you been?”

  “Listen Sweetheart.” You tell her coolly. “We got here as quickly as we

  could. We had a few problems in the Dark nebula...”

  “I'm not interested in your excuses, just results.” She replies

  dismissively. “And you will refer to me as Administrator Drax.”

  “Well Administrator Drax,” You reply with just a hint of mockery,

  “You'll find that the Dark nebula is now safe to traverse. How's that for a

  result?” You throw yourself down in a seat opposite her desk and cock an

  eyebrow. She sits back in her seat, her expression softening.

  “This is true?” She asks incredulo
usly.

  “It is.” You grin. “There was an organism feeding off any life forms it

  trapped within its sphere of influence.”

  “And you've dealt with it?” She replies, arching an eyebrow.

  “Yeah,” You shrug nonchalantly, “Though it's a long story.”

  “I'd like to hear it some time.” She tells you, a hint of a smile playing at

  the corners of her lips. “And call me Miranda.”

  “Pleased to meet you, Miranda.” You reply, meeting her green eyes.

  “I can't tell you how much this means to this station.” Miranda tells

  you. “I am so grateful for what you have done.”

  “Yeah?” You grin, your eyes drinking her in. “How grateful?”

  She chews her bottom lip deep in thought for a moment, before her

  eyes meet yours. She returns your smile and leans forward, pressing a

  button on the console in front of her.

  “Ensure I am not disturbed until further notice.” She tells her

  receptionist. With that, she stands up from her desk, shrugs off her jacket

  and reaches behind her head and unties her hair. She shakes her head, her

  long black hair cascading past her shoulders. Her green eyes fixed on yours,

  she smiles as she begins to unbutton her blouse revealing an impressive

  cleavage in a push up black bra. She sheds the blouse and unfastens her

  skirt, shimmying out of it. A gasp escapes your lips as her sheer black silk

  stockinged legs are revealed, the pale skin of her toned upper thighs

  bisected by the thin black straps between her stockings and a suspender belt

  around her narrow waist.

  “Well Trent,” She purrs, “How would you like me to show my

  gratitude?”

  Bend her over the desk and slip into her from behind

  Have her suck your cock

  As tempted as you are, with Vanessa dead, you’re really not in the mood

  “How about putting that caustic tongue to better use?” You suggest, arching an eyebrow. Miranda steps around the desk to stand before you, her

  lips curling into a smile as she enjoys your eyes sliding over her lingerie clad body. You had heard that vintage style lingerie from the pre-colonisation era

  was back in fashion and as you gaze at the creamy flesh of her thighs