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

by Callista Hawkes

  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.

  Continue

  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.

  Continue

  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.

  Continue

  “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