by Shay Fulk
Sandy woke herself up laughing at the joke.
“Damn!” she exclaimed. She wondered if she could get the dream back. Rising from bed, she went to the bathroom, and then went back to bed.
She fell back to sleep and the dream picked up almost where it left off.
Tony was on top of her. She could see his long, hard length between them, as he guided himself into her. Her eyes widened. She’d never seen a man as long and thick as Tony. Shane, her ex, was barely four inches hard. She often wondered how he could satisfy any woman with a cock that tiny. Yet it seemed as if women flocked to him. She supposed they just didn’t know him as well as she did.
“Stop thinking about other men,” Tony growled.
She glanced up at Tony. “How did you know I was thinking about another man?”
“Your face is very expressive. You get this funny look on your face when you think about Shane.” He put his hand on her face and turned it toward him. “Now, you think about me and what I’m going to do to you.”
She glanced at him, coyly. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Fuck your brains out,” he said, grinning.
He guided himself to her and slowly filled her. She moaned as he thrust deep into her.
“Oh, baby!” he whispered. “So nice and tight.”
“No one’s been there for a long time, Tony,” she said, softly.
He smiled. “I know, Love. I know.”
Chapter Four
She woke up, her fingers inside her cunt, her other hand massaging her breasts, as she climaxed.
They went out on several dates after that and on their fourth one, when he bought her home, he walked her up to the door. As usual, he was just going to kiss her good night and leave.
She didn’t wait. She wanted him more desperately and more completely than she had Shane, the only other man she’d ever been with. After that first wet dream about Tony, she’d had more; one almost every night.
Dragging Tony into the house, she practically ripped his clothes off, and then pushed him down onto the dining room chair.
“Whoa, Babe!” He grinned. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his lap, still fully dressed, her pussy straddling his hard thigh. She moved her hips so that her panties abraded against her clit. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.
“I can’t help it, Tony. I write erotic stories all day. I’ve had wet dreams about fucking you. I need a good fuck!”
He grinned again and slowly undressed her as she leaned her body against his and brought her head down to kiss him. She moved her breasts against the hair on his chest.
His hands found the mounds of her breasts and he massaged them, bringing the nipples to hard peaks. He broke the kiss and leaning down, took one of them into his mouth, suckling her.
She held his head against her as he sucked her tit. His hand came down her belly until he rubbed his fingers over her clit.
She arched against his fingers as he rubbed her. “Come for me, Baby. I want to feel your hot cream flowing down over my fingers.”
Just as she came, he slid his fingers into her wet cunt and she cried out as she climaxed.
“Do you pleasure yourself, Sandy? When you don’t have a man here to fuck that hot pussy of yours, do you pleasure yourself?” He looked into her brown eyes.
“Yes — yes, Tony.” she whispered and cried out again.
“What do you want from me, love?” he asked.
“For you to fuck me.”
He smiled. “I’m hard for you, Baby.” He took her hand and brought it down to wrap around his big, hard cock.
She looked down and her eyes widened. He was bigger than Shane and it had been more than a year since she’d been with anyone. “I don’t —”
“Don’t worry, Love. I’ll be easy.”
Tony lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt his cock against her thigh and longed to feel him thrusting into her, her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Where’s your bedroom, Love?”
She directed him down the hall and when they got there, he tossed her onto the bed, and then came down beside her. He pulled her to him and they kissed again.
Rolling her onto her back, he came up over her, still kissing her.
Tony smiled at her and began moving down her body, licking, kissing, and tasting her. He paused to lave her breasts before moving lower.
Sandy could feel the moist head of his cock against her belly as he moved over her body.
“Tony, please…” she begged.
“What do you want, Baby?”
“Fuck me!” she demanded.
He smiled up at her, his chin resting between her tits. “Oh, I will, Love. But I have a feeling that you’ve never had pleasure in your life. And I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
Tony was right. Shane, the only lover she’d ever known, forced her many times to go down on him, but he’d never gone down on her.
Tony moved lower until folding her knees into her belly, he came down to her pussy.
Sandy screamed as Tony’s tongue lapped against her clit. He sucked on it and her moans grew louder. Her body squirmed beneath the ministrations of his talented tongue. ”Oh…My…God!” Her eyes flew open as Tony’s gifted tongue licked inside her. Her fingers gripped the bed sheet beneath her body.
Her head turned back and forth on the silken pillowcase as he tasted her for a long, long time. Her thighs shook from the multiple orgasms he gave her.
Tony stopped and looked up at Sandy. “Time for other pleasures.”
“Tony, you’re going to kill me,” she whispered.
“Yeah, but God, what a way to die!” he said, laughing.
He turned her over onto her belly, sliding a pillow under her. He skimmed his fingers from the crack of her ass, down over the pucker, then down to her pussy.
“Aw, nice and wet and slick,” he whispered.
He grunted as he thrust deep into her. “And oh, so nice and tight.”
He began fucking her, his balls slapping against her clit each time he thrust deep into her. About every third or fourth stroke into her, he ground his cock deep into her.
“Tony… Oh, God…Tony,” she exclaimed, as her thighs trembled with each thrust, each orgasm that shuddered through her body.
Her fingers clutched the sheet, as Tony brought her to climax after quivering climax.
“Oh, Baby! Oh, baby! I’m going to come,” he cried out, and grinding his cock deep inside her, he shot his load.
A few days later, she left on an extensive book tour and never heard from Tony again. When she called his law firm to contact him after her return, Tony’s secretary informed her that he was working out of town and she didn’t know when he would return to the office. He never came home.
Sandy came out of her daydream, realizing that her bathwater was cold. Shivering, she got out of the tub, wrapped a towel around her and went to the bedroom. She rubbed her skin dry and warm. Putting on a nightgown and clean pair of panties, she went to bed.
* * * *
Invisible, Tony looked down at Sandy sleeping. God, she was so damned beautiful! His dream woman — the woman he’d always imagined as his real life lover.
Jeff appeared beside him. “You’re in deep shit.”
“I don’t care right now,” he told Jeff.
“When the Muse Council hears about this, they’ll bring you before the Tribunal.”
Tony turned to Jeff, rage in his eyes and face. “I don’t give a Royal Fuck about the Tribunal or the Muse Council. Now get the fuck out of my face or I’ll…”
Jeff held his hands up as if deflecting the blows. “Okay, man. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Jeff left and Tony looked down at Sandy. Lying down beside her, he gathered the sleeping woman into his arms and allowed himself to sink into her dreams.
Jeff watched, invisible, as Tony wrapped his arms around Sandy and slowly sank into her dreams. Wi
th a sigh of disgust at his blatant disregard for the rules that applied to every muse, he left Sandy’s bedroom stalked off to the council chamber, eventually finding himself outside Edna’s chambers.
A leading member of the council, Edna was constantly on the alert for any infraction by the other muses.
“We’ve got a problem,” he said as he entered her chamber.
“What sort of problem?” Edna asked, her gaze lighting up at the prospect of handing out justice to anyone that broke the rules.
Speaking quickly, Jeff reported on Tony’s activities with his client. “You were right to bring this to my attention,” Edna said when Jeff had completed his report. “I want you to keep watching him. Bring me back records of every infraction he commits. We’ll make an example of him that the rest of the muses will never forget.”
* * * *
Tony found himself in an alien landscape. Definitely not of this earth — unless you call ninety foot tall purple trees topped with ropy lavender leaves.
Hmm…Sandy had Tarzan visions?
No, he thought. He knew she enjoyed science fiction, so let’s just give her a little taste of it.
Sandy stirred in her sleep as Tony bent down and thrust his fingers into the landscape of her dreams.
* * * *
Tony walked through the market, his spacer’s suit skin-tight, showing all around him his many assets. His short cropped hair made wearing a helmet much easier, while the holster at his side showed that he was no one to fuck with.
He came here to meet with Amari Kincaid, a trader from the Aldebaran system. This was one of the largest black market planets and he knew he could pick up what he needed here.
His hand stayed close to his blaster, praying to the Goddess that he didn’t have to use it, yet prepared to do so, if necessary.
Tony came to the location where Amari said she would meet him — a hole in the wall little bar. He wouldn’t drink anything; he could almost guarantee that no one ever washed the glasses in six years and he wasn’t ready to die from some fucking disease that the Techies never found a cure for.
He could hear a polyglot of languages — some from Earth; some from worlds thousands, millions of light-years from Earth.
Everything seemed to stop as he stepped into the bar. Every eye turned to look at him and he moved his hand closer to his blaster.
“We trouble not want,” the bartender — he/she from Cygnus Five. The female part — the upper —-had tits and a pretty face. The male part — the bottom — would have a cock.
“I won’t start anything, if they won’t,” Tony said.
The bartender laid his own blaster on the scarred surface of the bar and the patrons went back to whatever they were doing.
“I’m looking for Amari Kincaid,” Tony asked the bartender, as he sauntered up to the bar.
“Amari been in here not,” the bartender replied.
“Hmm…That’s weird. She told me to meet her here.”
“I tell you…Amari been in here not.” The bartender made a motion with his head toward the back of the bar and Tony looked at the door beyond the bar.
Tony nodded and strode toward the door. Just as he started to open it, an instinct he’d honed from fighting in the Fomalhaut Wars warned him and he ducked, just as a blaster shot burned a hole in the door where his head had been.
Rolling away from the door, he brought his blaster out and shot without thinking, striking a Hamelin in the chest. The blaster shot burned a hole the size of a grapefruit through its chest and then spread throughout its body. The smell of neutralized flesh disseminated all through the bar. The Hamelin’s blaster dropped to the floor.
“Making trouble, Tony?”
Tony spun around on his heel to find himself looking at the breasts of a scantily clad woman. Her thick curly red hair flowed over her curves.
She wore a form-fitting dress that emphasized her body, her large breasts in Tony’s face. The costume was diaphanous and if Tony moved…just…right…
“My tits ain’t for sale.”
Tony snorted. “If they ain’t, then don’t put them on display, Amari. Gives a man ideas when you flaunt them like that.”
He didn’t know where she pulled it from but suddenly, she had a blaster pointed directly at his nose.
“We’re here to discuss other business and I don’t want to hear any bullshit from you.”
“Yes, ma’am…no bullshit.”
Her blaster disappeared and he wondered if he should risk searching for it. Might be fun to find out where she kept it.
She spun around and he followed her into the other room. It was an office and she walked behind a desk. Turning a switch on a console, it suddenly felt to Tony as if he was standing underwater.
“What happened?” His voice seemed to come from a great distance.
“Dampening field. I don’t want anyone to know what we’re talking about.”
“Okay. So what’s the cargo?”
“You don’t need to know that. Just know that at the moment, it’s been loaded on your ship.”
“Where’s it going to?” he asked, sitting down across from her. He leaned back on two legs of the chair, his feet propped up on the desk.
She handed him a large envelope. “Open those once you’re in space. And you are to deliver this to the man that meets you there.”
“And my pay?”
She handed him another, smaller envelope and he opened it. Inside was a computer chip.
“Twenty thousand credits deposited to that account and another twenty when I am notified that the goods are safe and sound.”
“When do I leave?”
“Immediately,” Amari replied.
He put the chair back on four legs and rose. He secreted the chip into his pouch and slipped the large envelope into his shirt.
“See you around, Amari. Next time, I’ll have to search for wherever you hide that blaster.”
She grinned at him. “I just might let you.”
Rising from her own chair, she came around to him and he threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her to him. Lowering his head, he laid his mouth against hers and kissed her.
Tony gave Sandy all the thoughts and feelings of Amari. He knew that she would be able to use the storyline for a novel or novella and he wanted her to know what it felt like to be the heroine of a science fiction story.
Tony backed Amari up to sit on the edge of her desk, still kissing her. He found the mound of her full breast, his fingers making her nipples hard through the thin cover of her gown.
He stood between her spread thighs and ran his hand up the inside. Moving her dress aside, he found her wet pussy.
As he skimmed his fingers over her clit, she moaned and bucked against his hand.
He reached down and undid his spacer’s suit, freeing his hard cock from the confinement. Moving his hand away from his pleasuring her, he thrust his cock in.
She screamed as his big dick entered her.
“Scream for me, Amari…” he grunted, as he thrust in and out of her.
She whimpered as Tony thrust into her repeatedly.
Tony knew how much pleasure his cock gave women. It was long and thick and he was welcome on numerous pleasure planets by the prostitutes and soiled doves.
He held Amari to him, fucking her. He could feel her orgasm every so often and knew that it wasn’t enough to get her satisfied and it sure wasn’t enough for him.
His hips moved faster, but he controlled his climax, as the Olan-ri of Murzim taught him. She taught him many things about pleasuring a woman that he would never have learned otherwise. Before he met Olan-ri, he fucked, but afterwards, he learned to give a woman unlimited delights.
He felt the keening of her orgasm rising from the center of her being and his hips worked to bring her the maximum pleasure. He felt his own climax rising inside him and just as Amari screamed his name, he filled her with his cum.
Tony withdrew from her and she sagged against the desk. Sm
iling, he fastened his clothes up and turning, walked out of the bar.
He found that his ship was refueled and ready to go when he got back to the space port. He signed the chit for the fuel and went aboard his ship.
“Nav,” he said.
“This is Nav.” The navigation computer was an AI and programmed to his voice print.
“Set a course for…” He tore open the envelope Amari gave him. “Deneb Algedi.”
He felt the pressure of taking off and felt the computer kick in the grav drive. It would take about four weeks to get from here to Algedi.
“E.T A., Nav,” Tony asked.
“Three weeks, four days, twenty hours, seventeen minutes,” Nav said, lights of varying color flashing across its screen.
Tony snorted. “Can you be more specific?”
“Re-computing.”
“It was a joke, Nav. Never mind.”
Sex always made him feel ragged out. He yawned and stretched. “Nav, wake me in twelve hours.”
“Aye, aye, captain.”
He went down the hall to his cabin and after a long, hot soak in the refresher, he crawled into bed, naked.
He felt like he’d only slept for a short time when the Nav computer turned on the overhead lights.
“Time to get up already?” Tony questioned.
“Twelve hours, thirteen seconds,” the Nav said.
He wanted to growl at the computer, but it would do no good. The Nav was only following his orders.
“Is coffee ready?”
“Ready when you get to the galley.”
“How far are we from our destination?” He ambled down the corridor to the galley and poured himself a mug of coffee. He drank deeply from the dark rich brew and poured himself a second cup.
“Three weeks, four days, seven hours, fifty-five minutes.”
“Breakfast, Nav.”
A few minutes later, a nutrition bar dropped into place.
He ate while he was walking forward to the bridge, but stopped before he was halfway there. A noise inside one of the cabins alerted him that something wasn’t right. He should be on the ship alone.