Shalia's Diary #8

by Tracy St. John

  Betra sighed. “Yes, there are many young Nobeks training here. Very impulsive, very excitable, very physical Nobeks. Just the way you ladies like them.”

  He was answered with squeals and women nudging each other with lecherous grins. Betra rubbed his hand over his face with resignation. Hey, what did he expect? It was shore leave and a lot of the women with their now awakened sexuality needed new blood. I was one of the few who kept to her favorites.

  So off we went, ready to explore the space station. I took Anrel along because I didn’t have anyone else to sit with her. Having her with me would also keep Betra and Oses from thinking I was on the prowl. I wasn’t, but I knew there would be a lot of entertainment in watching the rest of my Matara shipmates.

  I was right. The station was as cold and functional as Betra had warned us it would be. With all the astonished fleet officers and training ground troops staring at us – and being openly ogled in return – no one cared that there were only two drinking lounges, a custom weapons dealer, a dining hall, and a gym to check out. Most of us settled in the lounges. The fleet personnel who were in there wasted no time vying to buy rounds of drinks for us. I politely declined since I was bouncing my baby on my knee.

  Anrel got a lot of stares from the men. They were fascinated with her, probably because they’d not seen any babies in a long time. Particularly one that had mostly Kalquorian attributes. I saw men nudge each other, whispering and pointing at my little girl.

  We watched groups of young soldiers run past the lounge in formation, mostly Nobeks. They wore the tiniest, tightest shorts. I’d seen Larten in such a pair of shorts, and I thought he looked better than any of the young ones. None of my shipmates had seen my beau, so they didn’t know what they were missing. The young trainees in their shorts set off a lot of yells and whistles of appreciation from my lusty sisters. More than one man nearly tripped over his own feet to see a bunch of females cheering them on. Anrel blinked at the noise and then yelled too, joining in the excitement.

  Candy laughed after the first group of men ran by. “Careful Shalia. Your daughter is already on the hunt for a sweetheart!”

  “No way. I’m going to ask the Temple of Life to establish a convent where they swear to celibacy. She’ll be the first member,” I joked.

  Another group of nearly naked men jogged by, and Candy whooped louder than ever. “Hey, handsome! When are you off duty?”

  I snickered. “Which one are you calling to?”

  “Any that will answer me!”

  I laughed, but those men were yummy to watch. Good night, where did they get those skin-tight shorts? And how did they get them on in the first place? I didn’t ask the obvious question that all the other ladies were no doubt wondering; how hard would they be to peel off those taut, muscled buttocks? Yow.

  Despite my disinterest in sleeping with anyone besides Betra and Oses ... at least until I reached Kalquor and could get my mitts on Clans Seot and Aslada ... I couldn’t deny the eye candy had an effect on me. Acres of muscles on display gets a gal’s motor running.

  Many of my fellow Earthers started disappearing on the arms of fleet personnel and ground troop guys not training during that shift. When Candy sidled off, I decided it was time for Anrel and me to go back to the transport. My baby girl was yawning in anticipation of her nap. As for her mother, sleep was the last thing I wanted to do. My mind was full of muscled shoulders, wide chests, carved butts, and dual cocks outlined by tight material. Damn, those young Nobeks were incredible. I was seriously hot and flustered.

  I put Anrel in her crib and watched her drift off. Then I checked the time and grinned as I made my way to my com.

  When I heard Oses’ growly voice answer my com I said, “Tell me you’re not working past your shift. I’m in need of a big, strong Nobek.”

  “I’m on my way,” came the blunt answer.

  I closed the door between my sleeping room where Anrel dozed and the sitting room. My clothes went flying as I readied for Oses’ arrival.

  I was still in my underwear when he stepped in. “Holy smokes, did you run all the way?” I said with a breathless laugh.

  “The situation sounded desperate,” he grinned. “Did you see something you liked on the space station?”

  “Just the shortest, tightest pants in the universe,” I tossed my bra off as he moved towards me. “You need a pair like those.”

  “You don’t.” He grabbed the waistband of my panties and tore them off my body. Glory hallelujah. “Who has the baby?”

  “She’s in the next room.”

  “I guess I’ll have to put something in your mouth to keep you quiet then. Down, woman.”

  I sank to my knees before him, my insides quivering in anticipation. I bowed my head though I rolled my eyes upward to watch Oses pull his pants open. He revealed two big veined cocks, eager for my mouth. I licked my lips and opened.

  Oses grabbed the back of my head forcefully while pushing his front cock up and out of the way. He slid the smaller rear one into my mouth, making me take the full length with a grunt.

  I swallowed, refuting the gag reflex that wanted to come. Oses withdrew slowly, his eyes dark as he watched his shaft emerge from my mouth. His fingers tightened against my scalp. I crossed my wrists behind my back, submitting to his desires.

  His mouth opened, showing his fangs. My pussy spasmed to see him animalistic with need. I rubbed my tongue over the underside of the departing prick, knowing how sensitive he was there. He growled at me and swung his hips forward again, filling my mouth full of cock once more.

  He pumped back and forth, feeding me with his smaller length over and over again. I gloried in the delicious assault, feeling his strength, tasting his sex. How I love being Oses’s to enjoy! I could have knelt there forever, letting him fuck my mouth. I felt like I’d been born for this pleasure alone.

  His length gave a jerk and he hissed. He pulled free of my eager devouring and looked about the room. “The table,” he choked out and gave my hair a careful pull.

  I followed his prodding to the low table that sat before my lounger. Oses gave me the illusion of brutal control in that he tugged me by the hair to the furniture. However, he kept his pace slow as I walked on my knees beside him, making sure he didn’t hurt me by dragging me where he wanted me.

  Even when he’s rough, he’s tender in his way. I adore that about him.

  He pushed me facedown onto the table. The hard surface supporting me was cool against my bare breasts and belly. His rough hand moved from my hair to press between my shoulders. The other hand caressed my buttocks, massaging deep into the muscle. I moaned.

  I was rewarded with a smart slap to the right ass cheek. I yelped and the left side got a share of punishment too. Then two thick fingers plunged into my pussy, shoving in and out with little finesse and a lot of energy.

  “Oh! Oh!” I whimpered, mindful of the sleeping baby in the next room despite the growing thrall.

  “Hot, wet pussy,” Oses murmured. “Did you like getting your mouth fucked, pet?”

  “Always,” I groaned, my toes kicking at the padded floor as he thrust hard and fast inside me.

  “And your ass spanked?” Oses’ fingers left me to deliver a couple more blistering smacks to my butt.

  “Yes, Master,” I gasped.

  His fingers shoved back in me. “I know you love having this pussy fucked. My tongue, fingers, or cocks; you love them all, don’t you?”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I said to the rhythm of his working hand.

  His fingers pulled out again, and I got a few more exciting whacks to my butt. The hand between my shoulder blades moved to grasp me by the back of my neck, holding me in place while Oses knelt between my legs. I sing-songed a wordless welcome as I felt his larger cock burrow against my pussy.

  We were both slick with excitement. Oses slid inside me with no effort at all. Hell, I was so eager for him, I think my crotch might have damn near sucked him inside. His smaller cock rubbed my clit and my g
uts clenched at the burst of sensation.

  He drove against me steadily, his groin pounding against my still throbbing ass as he took me. Held down by that hand gripping my neck, I could only lay there as he fucked me. My feet drummed up and down on the floor as bliss climbed higher. I made a loud cry and bit my lips together as I remembered Anrel in the other room.

  Oses grunted softly as he pushed deep inside and drew out again. “I’m watching my cock spear your helpless little pussy,” he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. “Take it, pet. Take every bit of it. You have no choice. Take my cock and like it.”

  Oh, that evil man knows what trips my switches. Making me powerless and then reminding me of it ... I was lost to his power. I whimpered under the delicious assault, succumbing to his greater strength.

  “That’s right, pet. I’m going to fuck you every which way I want, and then I’ll fuck you some more.”

  With that, Oses pulled out of me, leaving me empty and needing. Before I could voice my dismay, he picked me up and tossed me like a ragdoll onto the lounger. I landed in pliant softness, my limbs sprawling.

  Before I could recover, Oses came storming around the table. In an instant he was crouched over me, shoving my legs wider apart so he could stuff his cocks in my pussy and ass. Then he pounded in me again, that hard, punishing rhythm beating within two sleeves.

  While he fucked me like a pile driver, he mauled my breasts. His hands groped and his voracious mouth sucked. The big man curled over like he had the vertebrae of a snake between getting his face on my chest and shoving his dicks in me. I would have been impressed except I was too invested in enjoying getting laid. What talent that man had.

  Heated pleasure sizzled from all parts of my body. I loved the rough way Oses took me, the energy and focus and pure physicality of it. I writhed and kicked beneath him, pleasure arcing higher with every stroke of his sex, every squeeze of his hands, every nip of his teeth. Good glory, he rode me like a man possessed.

  Arousal billowed thick, making me clamp down on his driving cocks. A rumble came from deep in his throat at the constriction, and he slammed harder than ever into me. Ecstasy stabbed deep into my gut. I arched beneath him with a muffled cry. My legs wrapped around his ass, encouraging him to take me harder than ever. Chills and flashes of heat chased each other through my limbs as ever-increasing excitement grew heavy in my belly.

  Oses left off my breasts. His lips planted over mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth. I opened to him, eager for every intrusion he offered. I tasted him; a delicious musky flavor that tasted of man and beast. My head whirled.

  Oses stood, taking me with him. Still skewered on his sexes, I was zoomed across the room towards one wall where no furniture stood. At the last possible second, Oses slowed down. He pinned me to the wall with strength, but he didn’t slam me there.

  He started that demanding pistoning of his hips again, making me move up and down the wall at my back. His mouth found mine again to demand kisses so intense I couldn’t breathe for seconds at a time. My arms locked around his neck with the same strength that my legs circled his buttocks. He pounded against me, making my ass thud against the wall. Heaven help my neighbor if she was home.

  Trapped between hard Kalquorian and immoveable wall, the inner fire consuming me banked higher than ever. Oses’ hunger for sex was as exciting as the act itself. All that brute power and insistent need fed the arousal. It was every bit as intoxicating as the deep kiss that stole the oxygen from my lungs, as the feeling of his body plastered against mine, of my clit rubbing sparks against his groin, as the cocks that plumbed my channels with aching friction. Every hair on my body felt as if it stood at attention. Electricity must have been snapping from my fingertips and toes. My stomach twisted as rapture dug in tight.

  Oses moved me again. I found myself perched on the edge of a shelf attached to the wall, mementos of my trip knocked to the floor. The new angle allowed Oses’ larger cock to rub just right inside my pussy, and molten thrills raced up my spine. I inched ever closer to detonation. Exhilaration grew exponentially with each thrust. I felt culmination latching onto me, dragging me into its hungry embrace. My whole body clenched, readying for destruction.

  Before it hit me, Oses swung me down to the floor. He got on top of me, his bulk heavy on my body, holding me down as he rutted like an animal. Blanketed by Nobek, I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I closed in on the end, and my entire being flung wide to welcome it.

  Oses grunted, the sound halfway between man and animal. His head strained back, letting me see the expression on his face. His features were stark, as feral as I’d ever seen him as his rhythm quickened. It excited me, this wild, almost crazed look. His groin beat a constant tattoo of thuds against me, sending explosive shocks of heated excitement through my entire body. He drove me ever forward towards culmination. The tendons in his neck stood out. His mouth yawned wide in a soundless howl. He fucked me harder and faster than ever, making the piercing rapture a constant scream within my cunt.

  I detonated, bliss pouring through me in a violent burst that would not end. My body seized, unable to let go of the elation erupting right to my very soul. I hung there on that torturous outpouring of pleasure for an eternity.

  Then the monumental climax washed from me, leaving small seizures of delight in its wake. I found myself laying on Oses, who gasped as his cocks throbbed steady pulses of release within me.

  “Did we make it?” I asked when I was able to talk again. “Did we mark every last surface in this room?”

  “Missed the table by the door,” he managed between huffing breaths. “We’ll have to try again later.”

  That sounds like a worthwhile goal.

  September 7

  If a song was ever written about me, the first verse would be something like: My name is Shalia Monroe/I find lots of trouble wherever I go.

  Yes, even in the supposed safety of Empire space, surrounded by Kalquorian military, I managed to get into another tight spot. Today was quite the adventure.

  It all started with randy Candy ... that’s what I’m threatening to call her from now on, in front of everyone. I was finishing my first cup of coffee and readying to put on my workout gear when she showed up.

  I eyed her short skirt and ruffled blouse. “I’m guessing you don’t intend to go on our morning run?”

  “When I have so many other opportunities to work out?” Her smile was an evil leer, an expression not suited for Miss Perky’s face. “Blow off exercise for the day, Shalia. We only had a run scheduled for today anyway since the training area is still off-limits. Come with me back to Rel Station.”

  “I can work on blade fighting here in my quarters once I’m done with my run.” I folded my arms over my chest and tried on a disapproving mother expression. I need the practice for when Anrel becomes a teenager and has less adorable moments. “Besides, what am I going to do on Rel besides ogle the guys?”

  “Isn’t gazing at all that meat enough?” Candy laughed. “I saw the most amazing Nobek yesterday, Shalia. He’s a head trainer or something, but I’m too nervous to approach him on my own. Come with me long enough for me to introduce myself and then I won’t bug you anymore.”

  “What, the youngsters weren’t enough for you? You’ve got to seduce their superiors too?” I teased, but I was already heading for my room to pick out something to wear.

  “He’s better than all those boys put together,” Candy gushed, following me and flopping on my sleeping mat. “After having a little fun with a couple of trainees I saw this man yelling at a squad as they jogged around the station. I’ve been thinking about him ever since.” She sat up and gave me a naughty grin. “I even followed him into a restricted part of the station.”

  My eyes popped wide at that. “Are you nuts?”

  She waved me off. “I didn’t get caught. Besides, what would if I was? I’m a Matara, and my womb is the future of Kalquor. I get a free pass on everything.”

  She had a poin
t. I had to laugh over the whole ‘my womb is the future of Kalquor’ statement.

  “I’ll have to ask Katrina if she’ll watch Anrel for longer than I’d originally planned. Plus I haven’t had breakfast yet,” I said as I pulled on a blouse.

  “We’ll hit up the mess hall on the station,” Candy said. “I don’t know how to find my dreamboat anyway, not without sneaking back in the restricted area where his training room is.”

  “They might not put you in a prison camp, but there will still be repercussions if you get caught,” I said. I tugged a pair of pants on.

  Candy’s eyes went round. I was amazed to see them fill with tears. Her lower lip trembled and her voice wavered as she said, “Gosh, I’m awfully sorry I went in the wrong room. I didn’t realize it would make you so mad. Please don’t punish me.” A tear streaked down her cheek.

  I shook my head. “Damn, Candy. I didn’t know you were such an actress.” I shoved my feet into a pair of slip-ons.