by Faye Parker
"Everything's fine," she snapped. Kit grit her teeth and shot him a wicked glance.
He tried to reach out for her, but she backed away. She sneered at him more. It seemed like Kit would bite him if he got any closer.
"I need to check. Let me run a scan, at least."
"No scans. Nothing from you. What does my health matter if I'm going to lose it all when we land?"
He circled Kit. He stood in front of her, directing her eyes to his, determined and drilling a hole through her resolve.
"Fine, we'll make a deal. You let me run a scan and when we land, I'll let you go. But you have to promise there won't be retaliation, and you have to stay out of my way for the rest of your life."
"You'll let me go?" Her wicked glare faltered. She eased up, muscles relaxing, jaw unclenching from her sneer. Perhaps she wouldn't bite his hand off today, after all.
"Sure. Why not? Less paperwork for me. We act like this never happened."
"You'll have to explain the hole I made in your ship," she noted.
"Don't worry. I'll say I scared the space pirates away." He held his hand out for Kit to take. She took it cautiously. They shook.
"A handshake? Can't remember the last time I did that."
"Glad we could agree on a deal," he said. Caleb walked over to the couch and offered her a seat. Kit sat on the edge of a cushion and kept her back straight, ready and alert for whatever was headed her way.
Caleb fished a tablet out from a cabinet near the kitchen. He put it in front of his face and took a step closer to her. They were close, his bulge right at her lips, which she tried to ignore, but there was a naughty fantasy running in her mind's eye—pulling his pants off, taking his cock in her mouth, and sucking Caleb off until he couldn't handle it. They would then be fucking madly, blowing off all that steam.
A throbbing ache in her chest swept the fantasy away. She grimaced and wiggled her hips, trying to get comfortable, but the strange sensation in her chest wouldn't let up. As she tried to remain calm and collected, her pussy's demands came back with a vengeance.
Caleb looked through the tablet. He needed the camera to scan her from head to toe. Methodically, he brushed it past her lips, down to her neckline, and then lower, sweeping over her chest. It was too late for her to try to zip herself up. It would be futile anyway, with how it stuck to her pressing breasts.
He scanned over those massive mounds. Kit's tits were obvious against the suit. Fuck me, she whined inside her head, but she remained like a statue, not giving Caleb the satisfaction of knowing that all of her troubles stemmed from her bountiful breasts.
After getting to her feet, he pulled away. The tablet analyzed the results. As he waited, he looked strained. He was trying to hide something as well, his cock, pushing against his pants.
How about we scan that next, Caleb? See how you like it.
He put the tablet down. "Are you sure you don't have any problems?"
She let out a disgusted sigh. Defeated, she would finally have to admit. "I didn't know you were a doctor now, but yeah, I have a problem."
"Your hormones are definitely high, and it’s clear to me that something else has changed since I first saw you. No one could argue with me.”
She pointed, two guns targeting her huge tits. "Could you be talking about these?"
"They're going to have to be talked about. The elephants in the room..." he said, trailing off, distracted by the two fingers pointing at what he had been trying to avoid for painstaking days.
"I don't know what to tell you. They do feel different, though."
"How? Can you describe it to me?"
Her eyebrows raised. She pursed her lips. "Okay, my doctor slash pilot, I'll try to describe it to you. It feels like they're full of something, and every once and a while, it pushes to the surface, but nothing happens except for aching.”
"This might not be obvious to you, but it's obvious to me what's in your breasts."
She shook her head. What?
"You have no guess? It's milk. You need to lactate."
"Eww, no," she said, clamming her thighs together, binding her fingers, riding out a shiver that crossed over her spine.
"Eww, yes," he mocked. He had a smile from ear to ear.
"It's not funny."
"Sorry, I guess it isn't." He waved a hand through his sleek mane. "I just think your response is funny. You're going to have to do something about it."
"I know I have to do something. What am I supposed to do?" She threw her hands up helplessly then let them drop.
"Drain them.”
"Drain them. Like how? I've never lactated in my life. I'm not even positive I know how."
He turned away from her. He seemed deep in thought. Kit let him go. She wished he would just leave at this point. He wasn't any help. He was only adding to her stress.
"I think we're done,” she blurted out.
"No, we're not done. I don't trust you to help yourself. You sound like you're in denial." He reached for the tablet. "I could run off the report if you'd like. I could even do a closer inspection on your breasts to determine what the liquid really is."
"No thanks."
He knelt down, bearing on her his fierce gaze again. He was frustrated now as well, perhaps more than Kit.
"You're going to let me help you. We had a deal."
Kit gave in once again. It was surprisingly easy with him so close, drawing more panging in her aching breasts. Caleb was right. No matter how much she didn't want to believe it, she needed release. Whatever built up inside her needed to come out before she popped.
"Fine, you're right. We had a deal. A good deal. I know a good one when I see it." They both locked eyes, but relaxed. "How will you help?"
"I didn't bring any breast pumps along on this mission. Silly me. But I do have something that could help. There's two vacuums here. They've been cleaned and sanitized. I've not used them, yet."
"You want to hook me up to vacuums?"
"Do you have a better suggestion?"
Kit didn't have any. Caleb told her to wait. He left the room to get the two machines. Meanwhile, she attempted to do it herself, running a hand to the side of her breast and giving a nipple a pinch. There was an unbelievable rush that crashed into her.
Thighs trembling, hand breaking from her tit, she gasped and rolled back. Her tits were far too sensitive to do it her way.
Caleb returned just in time. He placed the two compact containers far away from her. Holding one in each hand, he dragged the two clear tubes to Kit's feet. She took a hard gulp and stared at the machines.
"Here we go," he said, but stopped, unsure how to continue.
Kit decided to do it herself, before he got any other ideas. She snatched one of the tubes and pulled it to her lap. Close to her partially opened suit, she realized that it would never work if she didn't shrug it off. The tubes would be much too wide to push in. There was no room left in there.
"I can't believe I'm doing this or saying this, but you need to turn around. I need to peel the top of my suit down."
He shrugged and turned. "Sure, no problem." He seemed on edge. She tingled between her thighs when she thought about stripping in front of Caleb. Hopefully, once this liquid was drained, it would drain some of her horniness as well.
Keeping her eyes fixed on Caleb, she pulled the suit from her shoulders and slowly tugged it over her breasts. Her huge, swollen breasts, tender and swore, hit the cool air, and a brief moment of relief breezed past her.
"Oh," she groaned, not wanting to, but too shocked that the moan slipped past her lips.
Her nipples were stiff. They were far rosier than she remembered. They were dark and so were her areola, much bigger than she remembered as well. Whatever liquid was inside her gave her an even creamier complexion. She expanded, giving her breasts a shade of pink.
They looked beautiful. Kit never thought that way about her breasts, but she did now. She always saw them as a hindrance, but now she was amazed. They l
ooked lovely. She wanted to put her hand lower, stroke her naughty, needy pussy, and get off, but she put the tube to her sensitive nipple before her lust took complete control.
She placed the next tube. Holding it in place, she was amused at the absurdity of it all and grinned at Caleb, keeping himself occupied by staring out the window. No doubt he was curious what was going on behind him.
"Turn it on," she called.
He didn't waste a second. He pressed a button on the two machines and they rumbled to life. It sucked her nipples inside. They were snug against the plastic. It took a moment for her breasts to respond.
When they did, she dug her heels into the ground and clawed for the cushions. The aching faded, replaced by a strange sensation that made her feel like she was in high Gs. Hissing between her teeth, she clammed up, her muscles straining to keep that rising sensation down.
It would break her.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned.
"Everything all right?"
Kit didn't respond. She grit her teeth too hard to talk. Her attention was focused solely on her heaving breasts, rising and falling with her rapid breathing, her nipples drawing deeper into the tubes. Her thighs spread wide and shook wildly. Her pussy was slick and sucking in as well, but it would have to wait. Her breasts needed all the attention now.
"I'm going to turn around now."
"No," she screamed. She couldn't have that. He couldn't see her like this. Kit's ass jumped off the seat. She bent back and swayed. She ground slowly against the air, but when that didn't relieve her, she dropped back down and held on, tears welling in her eyes, but she fought them off.
Kit erupted.
She arched from the couch again as milk sprayed into the clear tubes. Dropping back down, breathing harsh and shallow, she watched as the tubes were filled with her frothy milk.
Bliss soared through her body. The relief poured out of her, and she kept chugging, filling those tubes.
Kit didn't even notice she'd been screaming until she saw Caleb watching. She'd screamed so loud that he must've been alarmed. He turned aside, but not before giving her a heady, lustful glare that had her so turned on that she wanted him inside, deep inside, as she poured for the machine.
Moaning, gasping, her body vibrating like the vacuums, she closed her eyes and succumbed to the satisfaction. Her breasts kept pumping. It kept going, taking all of her pent up milk. Opening her eyes, she watched the last dribbles of milk travel down the tubes.
That was it. She'd given it all.
"Turn it off," she whined. Her breasts couldn’t give any more, but the machine continued to suck. She attempted to dig her fingernails in and pull it off, but it was latched onto her skin so tightly it was impossible.
When the vacuums powered down, she slumped over, her mouth hanging open, and her eyes shut closed, the pumps dropping to her lap. A few dribbles of milk splashed her stomach and rolled down. Groaning, she didn't try to move, knowing that it would prove futile in her delirium.
"Are you okay?" Her eyes sprang open.
Caleb leaned in front of her. Kit had lost track of time. He seemed concerned. Her eyes could roll back in her head again and she could revel in that high, but she became alarmed in her current vulnerable state.
"Sorry, guess I needed that.” She could breathe easily now.
"Don't apologize," he said, his fingers brushing against her knee. He cupped it, keeping his hand placed so close to her. Her pussy pounded in response.
As she came back from that release, another craving made itself known. The milking hadn't calmed her horniness. It had only furthered it along.
"I helped you, maybe you could help me with something.”
"Oh, is that how it works?"
"No, that's how it's going to happen. I could've easily left you for dead. I could've easily tossed you out of this ship. Or handed you over. But I didn't. I want you, want all of you, Kit, and I plan on getting it. Seeing you like this, I can't help myself."
He brushed Kit's jawline with his fingers, causing a sway of sexual energy across her, like his fingers were brushing against her wet and ready pussy. Her pussy tightened, sucking in, wanting to milk his cock.
"I'll help you, but just this once," she said. "That kind of turned me on," she admitted. She would put all the blame on the machine and her new predicament. It had nothing to do with Caleb being sexy as hell.
He stood up. His cock already strained against his almost skin tight pants. His quads were flexing. His abs drew in. He stripped. Taking off his top first, he was clearly a man who spent long hours at the gym to burn off stress. His chest was wide, his abs muscular, able to take quite a punch. Good thing Kit didn’t try to fight him.
Next came his pants, and he shoved them down in a hurry, unleashing that massive beast of a cock that reared for a ravaging. Kit licked her lips at the sight of it. It looked impressive, threatening, a slight shade of pink from all the blood pumping. Even if he did nothing, and Kit did all the work, that dick would give her plenty of orgasms.
"I've been hard the whole time. I couldn’t hold back.”
He thrust his cock head past her lips. Kit opened wide, but she needed to open even wider to fit Caleb's thickness. Her tongue rolled in circles, trying to catch his sweet and salty taste. Swallowing his precum, she buzzed, another round of electric explosions popping off in her as she took him deeper.
Caleb used her slowly. That hard, smooth cock ground past her lips. She reached out and massaged his balls, huge and warm in her palms.
"Fuck, I'm not going to last long. This might be the fastest I've ever come."
Kit's mouth was too full for her to respond. She moaned, and Caleb groaned with her. Vibrations rumbled from her lips and grooved against Caleb. He pulled back. His muscles tensed.
She saw him weak, powerless against her mouth, and she went at him. Caleb held on. He didn't want to let loose yet. His eyes opened and he took her by her hair, pulling her closer, bringing her breasts within reach.
He was fascinated with them. Kit couldn't blame him. He twisted and played with her nipples. His groans turned deeper, coming right from his gut. She watched his legs pump as he tried to regain control.
Kit milked that cock for all its seed. Seeing all that milk flow out of her, she was mighty thirsty.
Her breasts bounced as she bobbed on him. Caleb's eyes shut again. She smirked for a second, but went right back to driving him over the edge. Her lips suctioned him in and her hands swerved over his lubed up base. She was in a carnal trance, only concerned with Caleb exploding in her mouth.
With no time to warn her, Caleb let loose.
"Yes," he growled, pumping his cum onto her tongue. She sucked him in deeper. He drained right down her throat. Addicted to Caleb, Kit chugged his salty flavor like she would never get another chance.
Too sensitive to remain inside, he pulled away, creaming her full lips. Sucking him off had only gotten Kit hornier. She wanted to be fucked.
But seeing him so satisfied, she thought twice about it. She found her rational mind somewhere in the sexual daze. She still made sure to get every drop of cum.
The milking had taken so much out of her. If Caleb was going to fuck her, he would have to make the move himself. She would do little to facilitate it, other than spread her legs. She bet that would be enough, but she couldn't think straight enough to do that much.
"I've never come so hard in my life."
"No problem," she said. She knew she turned cold, but she couldn't help it. She'd never been so exposed in her life. She might be happy inside, but she wouldn't let Caleb know that. "Glad we could help each other."
He nodded to her. He continued to study her, until she slowly pulled up her suit and zipped it back up. Taking the hint, he grabbed his clothes.
"I would say that was a little more than a friendly favor, but whatever. I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe you'll need to be drained again." He gave her a knowing smirk. "I can only hope.”
Kit thought about retur
ning a witty reply, but decided against it. She didn't want to turn Caleb away completely.
He left her without another word.
She stretched out on the couch. When she was sure he was gone, she unzipped again and decided to finish herself off.
Relief only lasted a day. Her breasts were full again, ready to burst. Her pussy enjoyed the playful romp on the couch, but required something deeper, something more filling.
Kit took another shower. This one lasted longer and she lost track of time. It didn't even cross her mind that they might be landing soon. There were more pressing matters.
She was obsessed with her body. It was unbelievable to her. She only thought of it as a means to scoring the next big treasure, now she only wanted to explore and play.
Soaping up her luscious breasts, she put them in front of the shower head and watched as the water caressed and pushed the suds away. She reached down for more soap to do it again. The water against her skin kept the aching away.
The door to the lounge opened. Kit noticed that Caleb hadn't locked her in the day before, either because he trusted her now or he'd been too stupid after coming.
She stopped the water. As soon as she pushed on the glass, the four walls surrounding her slid down and she stood completely naked in the middle of the room, not bothering to cover herself. Bright and perky, she beamed on her toes at Caleb.
"Beautiful, too beautiful," Caleb groaned. He strode toward her. As he did, he tossed off his shirt.
There was a strong pull to take a step back. This was all happening so quickly. Another force pulled her to Caleb. He was determined. No questions marred his stride.
He caught Kit by her hips. She didn't turn away. She couldn't fight the magnetic pull of Caleb's fiery eyes.
"You're going to stay," he told her.
"Stay here?" She laughed. She bit her lip. It was best not to laugh at him when he looked so serious.
"Come with me on the next job. It'll be simple, sure, we'll just be piloting this thing from one destination to the next, but we'll fuck the entire time. I'll savor that beautiful body of yours from one end of the galaxy to the next."
"Stop it, Caleb. You can't flatter me." That wasn't completely true, but she continued. "I'm not giving anything up."