She glares at you, but turns around and lies across the desk before
you. She thrusts a hand between her legs and furiously rubs her clit as you
take your cock in your hand and begin to stroke it, the tip hovering over her
black bra clad breasts. Your eyes flick from her impressive cleavage to her
hand, busily working between her legs, to her face, her green eyes burning
with lust as she closes in on her climax. A little gasp escapes her lips and you watch her bite her lower lip as her body stiffens, her back arching as she lifts her hips up off the desk before she shudders in ecstasy, groaning with
delight as she brings herself to her orgasm. The sight sends you over the
edge too and with a groan of pleasure, your cock pulses, erupting as you
pump long ropes of come over her chest. You grunt with each powerful
spurt as your seed streaks from the tip to splatter wetly across her bra clad
cleavage. The creamy fluid dribbles down the soft pale flesh of her breasts
to pool in her cleavage, while your thick white seed contrasts with the dark
fabric of the cups of her bra as it soaks into the material. As your climax
subsides, your gaze shifts from her defiled breasts to her green eyes which
regard you coolly.
“You selfish bastard.” She chastises you.
“You said you were mine to do with as I pleased.” You shrug
unapologetically.
“I did say that.” She concedes reluctantly, reaching for a box of tissues
and wiping your seed from her chest.
“And you still came in the end.” You point out, grinning wolfishly.
“No thanks to you.” She spits before her expression softens. “Still, it
wasn’t an unpleasant diversion and you have some skill for a common space
dog.” She swings her legs over the edge of the desk and gets to her feet,
reaching down to retrieve her clothes.
“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” You reply sarcastically, reaching for your
own clothes before beginning to pull them back on.
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You slip your fingers inside her wet pussy, Miranda moaning as you thrust them deep into her hot hole. After a moment, you withdraw them,
your fingers now glistening with her essence. You part her buttocks, gazing
for a moment at her puckered little arsehole before smearing her juices
against the tight knot of her anus.
“What are you doing?” She gasps, stiffening as she feels your digit
against her most private of orifices.
“You said you are mine to do with as I please.” You remind her,
running a fingertip in a circular motion around her clenching sphincter.
“Yes, but I didn't mean... ahhhh!” Her words are lost in a moan of
surprise and barely disguised excitement as you push your index finger
inside her snug, hot passage. You begin to work it in and out, loosening up
her tight backdoor, Miranda groaning with pleasure as she loses her
inhibitions.
“You ready for something bigger?” You ask her. She glances over her
shoulder at you, her eyes filled with wanton desire.
“Do it.” She tells you huskily, surrendering to both your and her own
desires. “Slide your thick cock inside me and fuck my arse.” You slip your
finger from her clenching hole and grasp your shaft, using her juices to
lubricate it before guiding the bulbous tip between her buttocks. She
flinches as she feels you press the head to her tight puckered arsehole but
pushes back against you, gasping as it slips inside her. Miranda groans and
you watch enthralled as your thick cock stretches the tight ring of muscle as
you sink inch by inch into her snug, hot rectum.
“Fuck, you’re big.” She gasps, continuing to push back against you until
you are buried up to the root, deep inside her arse. You slowly begin to
thrust in and out of her, the delicious warmth of her rectum enveloping your
cock while her sphincter grips you tightly.
“That feels so good.” You groan, unable to tear your eyes away from
her lingerie clad buttocks impaled on your shaft. You bend forward, reaching
around and cupping a breast with one hand while sliding your other down
her flat stomach, though the neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair to her
moist folds. You scoop her breast from the cup of her bra and massage the
soft flesh as the fingers of your other hand find her clit. Miranda’s soft
moans become cries of pleasure as her body reacts to having several
erogenous zones stimulated simultaneously.
“Oh fuck! I’m going to come!” She shrieks, throwing back her head as her whole body stiffens before quivering in ecstasy as waves of pleasure
crash through her. She gasps and pants, her body convulsing as a powerful
orgasm consumes her. Miranda’s arse grips you tightly and her sphincter
milks your throbbing cock bringing you to the brink too.
Come in her arse
Pull out and come on her buttocks
You pull your cock from her arse and take it in your hand, stroking it as you feel your balls twitch and the blissful release as your come streaks up
your shaft. You groan in pleasure as the creamy fluid bursts from the tip,
splattering across her right buttock. Miranda squeals in delight as she feels
the warmth of your come splashing against her soft pale skin as your cock
pulses again and again, dousing her cheeks in your thick pearly white seed.
Your moans die off as your climax subsides and you gaze down at her defiled
buttocks, framed by her suspender belt and the narrow straps stretched taut
over the smooth creamy skin of her arse and upper thighs. You fall back into
Miranda’s leather chair, panting for breath. Miranda stands up and turns to
face you.
“You’re nothing more than a savage.” She tells you, her green eyes
burning with fury, though her breasts are heaving and she seems quite
breathless. Perhaps the lady doth protest too much.
“Why thank you.” You reply, flashing her a cocky grin. Her lips curl into
a smile and her gaze softens.
“Still, I found it quite invigorating.” She admits, slipping her exposed
breast back into the cup of her bra.
“I enjoyed it too.” You tell her, reaching for your clothes and beginning
to pull them back on.
“I noticed.” She snorts, leaning across her desk for a box of tissues and
reaching behind her to wipe your creamy fluid from her shapely buttocks
before retrieving her own crumpled clothes from the floor.
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You slide your hands back, grasping her hips and thrusting deeply inside her clenching arse one last time before letting out a long, loud grunt
of release as your balls twitch and your seed races up your shaft to explode
deep inside her rectum. Your hips jerk as you pump your seed inside her,
pleasure radiating out from your groin.
“I can feel your come inside me!” Miranda coos breathlessly as she
recovers from her own climax. You reply with another grunt as your cock
pulses powerfully again and again as you empty your balls inside her tight
orifice. As her sphincter milks the last of the come from your shaft, you
gently slide out of her, the little knot of her arse clamping shut. You collapse back into the high backed leather chair. Miranda turns around, sitting on the
edge of the des
k and slips her freed left breast back into the cup of her bra.
“Wow.” You pant. “I wish I’d ventured through the Dark nebula
earlier.” Miranda smiles, running her fingers through her slightly dishevelled
black hair.
“Me too,” She smiles sexily, “Though I don’t think my arse could take
that much of a pounding on a regular basis.”
“I’ll bear that in mind.” You grin with a wink as you pull your clothes
back on. She raises an eyebrow at your presumption before tilting her head
to one side and giving a little shrug as she admits to herself that it wouldn’t be an unappealing proposition.
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“Well Trent,” Miranda smiles when you are both dressed, “I hope you enjoy some well-deserved R and R on my station. You’ve earned a decent
break and an opportunity to fritter away some of that money Crassus has
transferred to your account. I must admit, I didn’t trust that lizard as far as I could throw him, but it’s been forty thousand credits well spent.”
“Forty thousand!” You exclaim. “That scaly son of a bitch! He only gave
me Seventeen.”
Miranda can’t help but smirk.
“Not quite the businessman you thought you were?” She raises an
eyebrow. “Come and see me before you leave and perhaps we can agree on
another form of compensation.” She leans towards you and presses her lips
to yours, kissing you tenderly, the now familiar aroma of her perfume
intoxicating.
“I’ll do that.” You promise after breaking the kiss. You stride from the
office, the receptionist glancing at the clock on the wall and eyeing you
suspiciously as you walk past.
A few hours and several glasses of Tritonian whisky later, you stagger
from a bar in the station’s leisure sector. All around you, similarly inebriated residents of the station are in high spirits all having been vaccinated against the disease that had decimated a third of the station’s population. You walk
across the starlit domed plaza, the general revelry and outpouring of relief
around you at odds with your own emotions. The drunker you are, the more
melancholy you become as your thoughts turn to Vanessa. You know you’ll
miss your companion, your confidante… your lover. You reach the edge of
the plaza, leaning on a rail and gazing through the latticework of the dome
and through the large transparent walls at the starry expanse of space
beyond. You remind yourself that it’s a big universe out there and they’ll be
plenty of other women to seduce. You smile to yourself, brightening at the
possibilities. You stroll towards the exit for the docking bay before pausing.
It would be rude to leave before paying Administrator Drax another visit…
THE END
Though flattered and more than intrigued by her overt advances, even you have a conscience and with Vanessa only dead a few hours, you are
hardly in the mood to screw the very next woman you meet. Still, no reason
to burn your bridges.
“I'll look forward to claiming that reward.” You grin. “Unfortunately,
right now I've got someplace to be. Some other time?”
“Until next time then.” Miranda smiles sexily, pulling her clothes back
on. If she is embarrassed or disappointed, she hides it well. “Now, thanks to
you, Omega station is no longer the remote outpost it used to be, so drop by
any time.”
“I will.” You reply, getting to your feet and leaving her office.
You stand in the docking bay, leaning 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
“We’ve got more important things to do.” You tell Vanessa and the dockhand. “There’s a nebula full of salvage to exploit.”
“All work and no play…” Vanessa mutters.
“You know as well as I that there are some unsavoury characters out
there who will not respect our claim to the salvage rights.”
“People like us you mean?” Vanessa replies.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You reply, casting a sideways glance at
the dockhand. “I’m a legitimate business man. Anyway, cheer up,” You grin
at Vanessa, “Once we’ve sold all this salvage, I’ll buy you the Astral hotel!”
A few hours later, you drop out of hyperspace back in the middle of
the Dark nebula. You weave through the tumbling debris, heading towards a
huge starliner, the Rings of Saturn. Aside from a few bumps and scrapes, the
hull looks quite intact.
“Records indicate that she was lost in hyperspace fifty-eight years
ago.” Vanessa tells you, glancing at the screen in front of her. “She must
have been drawn towards the nebula. Ship’s passenger list shows many of
the rich and famous of the time were aboard. Manifest indicates a wide
variety of valuables.”
“Looks like a good place to start.” You grin, manoeuvring alongside
and extending the docking tube.
Having donned your spacesuits, you make your way through the
darkened corridors of the stricken vessel, the ship completely empty.
Presumably, the passengers and crew were all drawn to the Magellan and a
grim fate. As you sweep your torch beams around you, the glimpses of the
luxuriously decorated corridor hints at the splendour of the starliner in its
heyday.
“According to the plans, the ball room is just ahead.” Vanessa tells
you.
“Ladies first.” You reply.
“Such a gentleman.” She replies sarcastically as she leads the way.
With the ship’s generators down, there is no artificial gravity and your
magnetic boots clank on the deck as you make your way through the ship.
“Wow.” Vanessa coos, the cones of light from your torches sweeping
around the vast ballroom. The torchlight reflects off the walls and ceiling which are covered in mirror tiles. Above your heads a rather dishevelled
crystal chandelier floats above the timber lined dance floor which is
surrounded by chrome fittings and floating tables and chairs. “It must have
really been something back in the day.”
You nod, though your mind is more focused on the little door across
the ballroom with ‘Purser’s Office’ labelled above it and the safe within.
Once inside, Vanessa finds a computer terminal and interfaces with
the ship’s computer, her eyes glowing blue inside her helmet as she
connects.
“Generators are non-responsive,” She tells you, “But we have enough
emergency power for lighting.” The lights flicker to life and you turn your
attention to the heavy door of the safe. You fire up your laser cutter and
burn through the thick steel door,
sparks showering back at you. Finally,
with a thud that echoes through the ship, the door drops onto the floor at
your feet. You reach in with the cumbersome gauntlet of your spacesuit and
pull out several safe deposit boxes and pass them to Vanessa. She opens
them one after the other. Currency from various worlds, gold and platinum,
jewellery and one filled with diamonds. Vanessa whistles in awe.
“There must be a couple of million credits just in diamonds!” She tells
you.
“And this is just the first safe in the first ship.” You grin through the
faceplate of your suit at her. “We’re going to be able to buy our own planet
once we’ve worked our way through all these wrecks!”
“You know, the atmosphere is breathable in this part of the ship.”
Vanessa tells you, reaching up and twisting the space suit’s helmet to one
side and lifting it off with a hiss. Her red hair floats wildly around her
grinning face. “So, how about we celebrate?”
Sounds good
Maybe later. You’ve got work to do
“There’ll be plenty of time to celebrate once we’ve scoured these wrecks.” You tell Vanessa. She pouts with disappointment, sullenly pulling
the helmet back on. As you continue to explore and catalogue the treasure
trove of valuables the ship holds, she barely speaks to you. As you rifle
through some jewellery, you allow yourself a wry smile as you are once
again surprised at how human your android companion can be. Still, you’ll
make it up to her later.
Over the next few days and weeks, you examine every wreck in the
nebula, hiring a cargo ship and crew to transport your salvage back to the
Omega station, which has rapidly become a bustling spaceport now passage
through the nebula has been declared safe.
“Well here’s to us.” You grin, raising a glass of particularly expensive
champagne as you sit with Vanessa in the Astral hotel’s bar. She is wearing a
luxurious red dress while you are wearing a finely tailored suit. An elegant
diamond necklace sparkles at her throat and matching earrings dangle from
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