I followed his prodding to the low table that sat before my lounger. Oses offered 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. He took care not to drag 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 swept from my hair to press between my shoulders. The other caressed my buttocks, massaging 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 cunt, 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 fast.
“And your ass spanked?” Oses delivered a couple more blistering smacks to my butt.
“Yes, Master,” I gasped.
“You love me fucking this pussy. My tongue, fingers, or cocks; you love them all, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I said to the rhythm of his digits plunging within me.
He pulled out again, and I got a few more exciting whacks to my butt. The hand between my shoulder blades shifted to grasp me by the nape of my neck, holding me in place while Oses knelt between my legs. I sing-songed a wordless welcome as his larger shaft burrowed against my womanhood.
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 in. His smaller cock rubbed my clit, and my guts clenched at the burst of sensation.
He drove against me steadily, his groin pounding against my throbbing ass as he took me. Held down by the grip on 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 then bit my lips together as I remembered Anrel in the other room.
Oses grunted softly as he pushed deep and drew out again. “I’m watching my cock spear your helpless pussy,” he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. “Take it, pet. Take it all. You have no choice. Take my cock and worship it.”
Oh, that evil man knows what trips my switches. Making me powerless and then reminding me of it ... I was lost to his strength. I whimpered under the delicious assault, succumbing to his greater might.
“That’s right, pet. I’m going to fuck you every which way I want, 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 lengths in my cunt and ass. Then he pounded in me again, that punishing rhythm beating within two sleeves.
While he fucked me like a pile driver, he mauled my breasts. He groped while his voracious mouth sucked. The big fiend curled over as if he had the vertebrae of a snake, putting his mouth on my chest and shoving his dicks in me. I would have been impressed, except I was too invested in enjoying being fucked. What talent he has.
Heated pleasure sizzled from all parts of my body. I loved the rough manner 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, each squeeze of his hands, every nip of his teeth. Good glory, he rode me like a man possessed.
Arousal billowed thick, clamping me down on his driving cocks. A rumble came from his throat at the constriction, and he slammed harder into me. Ecstasy stabbed into my gut. I arched beneath him with a muffled cry. My legs wrapped around his ass, encouraging him. Chills and flashes of heat chased each other through my limbs as increasing excitement grew heavy in my belly.
Oses left off my breasts. His lips planted over mine, and his tongue invaded. I opened to him, eager for whatever intrusion he offered. I tasted him; a delicious musky flavor of man and beast. My head whirled.
Oses stood, taking me with him. Skewered on his sexes, I was zoomed across the room towards a wall where no furniture stood. At the last possible second, Oses slowed down. He pinned me with strength, but he didn’t slam me there.
He started that insistent pistoning of his hips again, moving me up and down the wall at my back. His mouth found mine 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 surface. Heaven help my neighbor if she was home.
Trapped between granite Kalquorian and immoveable wall, the inner fire consuming me banked higher. Oses’s hunger for sex was as exciting as the act itself. All that brute power and insistent need fed the arousal. It was as intoxicating as the deep kiss that stole the oxygen from my lungs, as the feeling of him plastered against me, of my clit rubbing sparks against his groin, as the shafts that plumbed my channels with aching friction. Each 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, mementos of my trip knocked to the floor. The new angle allowed Oses’s larger cock to rub just right inside my pussy, and molten thrills raced up my spine. I inched 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 me, 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 towards culmination. The tendons in his neck stood out. His jaw yawned wide in a soundless howl. He fucked me harder and faster, 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 to my very soul. I hung there on that torturous outpouring of pleasure for an eternity.
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 do 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 along the lines of: My name is Shalia Monroe/I find lots of trouble wherever I go.
Yes, even in the supposed safety of Kalquorian 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 dress in 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. “Blow off exercise for the day, Shalia. The only reason we had a run scheduled for today was because the training area is off-limits. Come with me to Rel Station instead.”
“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, but I’m too nervous to approach him on my own. Come with me long enough for me to introduce myself, 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 on my way to 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 yesterday, 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 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 happen if I was? I’m a Matara, and my womb is the future of Kalquor. I win a free pass on every misdeed.”
She had a point. I had to laugh over the whole “my womb is the future of Kalquor” statement.
“I’ll ask Katrina if she’ll watch Anrel longer than I’d originally planned. Wait, I haven’t had breakfast yet.” 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 in the restricted area where his training room is.”
“They might not send you to a prison camp, but there will be repercussions if you’re caught.” I tugged a pair of pants on.
Candy’s eyes rounded. I was amazed to watch them fill with tears. Her lower lip trembled, and her voice wavered. “Gosh, I’m awfully sorry I went in the wrong place. I didn’t realize it would make you so mad. Please don’t punish me.” A tear streaked down her cheek.
“Damn, Candy. I had no idea you were such an actress.” I shoved my feet into a pair of slip-ons.
She grinned and blotted the moisture off her face. “It comes in handy every now and then. Com Katrina, and let’s go have some fun.”
I sighed. But hey, a gal lives only once. Like Candy said, how much trouble could the desperately needed wombs of Kalquor get into?
Ah, famous last words.
Katrina had no problem babysitting Anrel for longer than we’d planned. “It will keep me busy since I can’t chase cocks on the station,” she sighed.
“Of all times to take yourself off the market,” I teased. “You would lose your mind over those shorts they wear to train in.”
“Fun to gawk at, but I’ve got what I want. I don’t want anyone’s business other than my own clan’s these days.”
“Are you sure?” Candy prodded. “I’d swear I’m hearing ‘poor me’ in your tone.”
Katrina shook her head with a placid smile. “I’m just bored. With my clan on duty all day, I have nothing to do. Anrel will be a wonderful distraction.”
With the baby in good hands, Candy and I set off to find the object of my friend’s desire. Stepping onto the station’s main concourse, I was immediately treated to a squad running by. I wondered how much of my quarters Oses and I could cover if the urge hit me again.
“Let’s grab some chow and hopefully dessert,” Candy said after having a good look around the area. Her would-be lover was apparently nowhere in sight.
I followed her towards the hall where food was served. We weren’t the only Earther gals to decide to munch with the troops. Quite a few of my shipmates dotted the tables with their presences, happily attended by crowds of men.
Candy and I were instantly hailed as we made our way to the food dispensers. This was the place to be popular.
“Come sit with us, Mataras!”
“We’re good company here.”
“I’d kill to hear a woman’s voice. Come talk to me!”
I offered noncommittal smiles until I was able to turn my back to the invitations by concentrating on the food dispensers. Meanwhile, Candy ignored all the calls, her gaze sweeping over the diners.
I grabbed a tray and pursed my lips at the offerings. My ability to speak Kalquorian was much better than reading the alien words. Nevertheless, I had learned some basics, such as the names for various Kalquorian foods. Soft-cooked swala eggs were a safe bet, as were roasted ronka strips. I didn’t know what ‘teb’ was, but I decided to give it a try. I mused over the lightly browned round slices of what had to be a vegetable and gave it a nibble. It turned out to be pretty good ... the flavor was kind of a cross between roasted sweet potato and squash. I added a few more slices, squirted a bit of wedi sauce on them, and checked on Candy.
She’d dumped stuff on her tray with little note of what she’d gotten to eat. She gazed over the large dining room, more interested in finding her alien Romeo than breakfast.
“Hey goofus, you put grul on your plate. You’ll cause pandemonium when you start screaming because you’ve burnt your mouth all to hell.”
Her eyes widened, but not because she realized what she’d almost done to herself. “There he is, Shalia! There he is!”
I turned in the direction she stared, but she gave me a shove. “Don’t stare! He’ll see you.”
“Candy, I don’t even know who I’m supposed to be looking at. Jeez, you’re acting like a thirteen-year-old with her first crush. This isn’t middle school.”
She turned her back and dumped a pile of bywes on her tray. Sweet prophets, she was completely out of her skull over this Nobek apparently. No one with tastebuds eats bywes.
“Okay, we’ll sit near him, and I’ll try to catch his eye,” she whispered to me.
“For heaven’s sake, Candy, let’s sit with him. These guys are welcoming us with open arms.”
“He’s different. Come on.”
I snorted and followed my friend. I couldn’t get over her juvenile reaction to whoever this guy was.
She picked a table and I started to sit across from her. She hissed impatiently at me. “No, sit next to me. You can’t see him over there.”
“Fine.” I just wanted to eat at that point. My stomach was growling and Candy’s lovesick act got on my nerves.
I sat where I was told and dug in. Candy stirred her food in nervous circles and peeked through the blond curls that fell over her forehead. “Oh my gosh, I shouldn’t have sat here. He’s right in front of me.”
I swallowed a mouthful of creamy egg and glanced at the next table to check on what Candy was all agog about.
Well, hello Handsome. Yes, he was spectacular. While I doubted I’d have gone all starry-eyed with instant love, I could understand why Candy had.
Mr. Hot Nobek Trainer’s black hair was parted on the side so that it swept fetchingly over one shoulder. He had symmetrical brows with the kind of natural arches women tweeze themselves senseless to get. His eyes were slightly hooded without being too heavy – bedroom eyes, some might have deemed them. His lips were nicely shaped and the right size ... full without being girlish. His chin was strong and his jaw was square. The only features on his face that weren’t absolute perfection were his nose and a dark, thin scar on his cheek. The nose had been broken a time or two, it’s otherwise nice structure slightly bent with a bump close to the bridge. Neither flaw detracted from his looks ... they took him from boring movie star perfection to melt-the-panties hero. The day’s growth of beard made him more viri
le.
Either he was naked or wearing those ridiculous-but-wonderful workout shorts, because it was all nude torso from the mid-abdomen up. The rest was hidden by table. More beautiful symmetry flowed from shoulders to chest to what I could spy of his stomach. That body should have been counted among the deadly sins. The few scars I noticed needed someone to run her tongue over them. Good night, what a specimen.
As I watched, he tossed back a wayward lock of hair with a careless jerk of his head that seemed choreographed to make him more appealing. Sheesh. Someone stick this guy in a museum behind velvet ropes. He was priceless.
Yep, he was an outstanding piece o’ man. Eye candy for days. The five women surrounding him were chattering magpies.
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