Tallie is going to have trouble taking me. Her sweet cunt is the tightest I've ever felt. She couldn't have been with more than one man, a couple of times, for it to still be as snug and firm at her age. She is a definite treasure ... and she can’t keep her pretty brown eyes off my dong. She wants to be angry and disillusioned about me, but her own arousal and the sight of my big and very hard cock are pouting her curved lips in conflict.
“You could use your mouth,” she whispers, then she blurts, “I am so horny, Ry.” Then she clamps her hands between her thighs.
“Oh no,” I utter. “Take your hand away, Tallie, and come here.”
She moves her hands and rolls over onto her hands and knees to crawl toward me. Her brown irises are nearly black as her larger breasts sway and I lay down on my back. “Sit on my face, baby,” I murmur. “Let me eat your pussy out.”
She’s startled by the crudeness of my lewd words, and she hesitates, but her arousal is driving her hard. It’s a battle, yet she knows it is the only way she’s going to get it. I’m hedging a little, because I told her I would help her climax any way she wanted. But, she said mouth. I get to decide how.
“Ry,” I whisper.
My bottom is stinging and I’m crawling on my hands and knees, shamefully. But all I can think about is Ry’s mouth and his huge penis lying rigidly over his belly. He’s right ... I’m wet and I’m aroused and I shouldn’t be after he spanked my bottom. But, I am. He’s controlling me and I want to submit. I cannot help but think about how I must have looked, bent over with my buttocks spread out to his strapping. Then, when I wiggled my naked ass at him, more desire shot through me like wild fire.
“No, Tallie. Turn around. I want you to deep throat my cock, while I am tonguing your hot little cunt.”
Oh god, the things he says to me. They are dirty and crass and they make me quiver. What man would make a woman do these things, unless he wanted her? I turn around as Ry commands, with my knees on either side of his head and my hands on either side of his hips. I thought I was vulnerable before, but this feels worse.
“Have you ever taken a man’s cock in your mouth before, Tallie?”
“No,” I mutter, looking down at his, so big and so thick. He is large. I never imagined a man could be so big.
“Mm,” he murmurs. “Just suck the head for now. I will show you how to relax your throat later, so I can fuck your mouth.”
Fuck my mouth? That sounds truly ominous as I imagine all the sexual things he could make me do. But then, all thoughts fly from my mind as he licks his tongue deeply into my sex. “Aaaah!” My thigh muscles flex involuntarily.
“Bend over more, baby.” And I do willingly as Ry pulls my legs open wider with his hands curled around my inner thighs. “Sit on my face.”
OhGod. “Oh ohhhh,” I moan sharply as Ry’s mouth munches my pussy. His forearms are curved around my outer thighs, and they’re holding me down, as he digs his tongue in deeper, pulling out my clit to suck on. “Ohh! Ohh,” I squeal passionately. I’m going to come. I can feel it as he sucks on my clit. “Oh hh god, Ry!” I yell as a sudden climax hits me hard and quick.
I lose all muscle control and my legs spasm as white-hot pleasure whips through my pussy. I can feel the blood in my body pooling in my hot cunt, while beating striking throbs of pleasure. And, Ry just keeps sucking on my clitty as I convulse in jerks over him. I can’t take it. I can’t take any more as I jump like a live wire. It’s too intense. I need him to stop.
“Stop! Please stop, Ry!” I try to move, but he’s holding me down. He’s not listening. I’ve had my climax, but the aftermath and what he is doing feels too intense to my sensitive nerve endings8. “A! A!” I cry, still trying to squirm away from him, when his large hand slaps my buttocks hard. Smack! “Oww, ouch!” My bottom is so sore. He can’t!
I still my body as much as possible to his mouth sucking my clit like a lollipop, even though my belly is jerking. Thankfully, he doesn’t spank me again as I whimper and pant, while he forces my clitty in and out between his hard-pursed lips. It nearly hurts, he is pressing so hard as my arousal builds again to bursting and I groan. The intenseness is there, but it’s changed and now I am enjoying it, as I feel my clit stretching to reach a climax.
My cheek is resting with back and forth motions on Ry’s penis, near his testicles. I lick my tongue outward to touch his hot skin, while my sex flowers open, begging to be filled and I ride the tide closer to the summit. This is always the moment I feel the overpowering need to be filled. Hot, hard, and fast. I want something inside me, pumping hard. I squirm, licking Ry’s hot cock greedily now, as though I am worshiping it. It’s satisfying some of my need to have my mouth full of him. But then, he seems to know my need, because his thumb suddenly enters me with a short hard jab.
“Oh god!” I scream around his cock as I climax again with his thumb buried deep inside me, while my mouth holds the head of his cock.
“Jesus, baby, suck me,” he groans and I feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth down deeper over his big penis, while I quake from my climax. Then, I suck. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I suck hot cock meat, and he holds the column of his penis upright for me as he pushes my head up and down with his other hand. His hand pumps the shaft as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth.
“That’s it, baby, lick around the head,” he rasps. “God.” He likes that, as his hips start raising and lowering. His cock gets bigger in my mouth, and stiffer, as he groans. “Play with my balls, Tallie. Squeeze them.” I squeeze his hot testicles. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” he grunts, then hot cream bursts into my mouth, spreading over my tongue and instinctively I pull back and swallow as more shoots into the cavern of my mouth. I didn’t realize it, but Ry is spanking my ass as he groans with harsh breaths.
I’ve let a man come in my mouth, and I didn’t hate it. It was very powerful. It felt naughty . . . and I loved it.
“Ah, baby, that was so good,” Ry says over his heavy breathing. “Your mouth was made for my cock,” he finishes.
I roll onto my side beside Ry with my head still at his feet. The compliment thrills me, but I’m so spent, I can only murmur incoherently and snuggle into the air bag. I’m so tired I forget my bottom is hurting.
Chapter Ten
I come awake hours later to the sound of a harsh male voice. “God damn, Variant! What did he do to you, Ma’am?”
I’m groggy and I realize I’m laying nude next to Ry, and a man ... he looks like a Marine, is holding a Mac-pistol to Ry’s temple. Captain Boa, who is equally as nude as I am.
“Sergeant! You will stand down,” Ry snaps.
“Fuck you, Captain!” the Marine exclaims angrily. “You can’t get away with this, with decent women.”
I am confused. How could he possibly know what Ry has done to me? We just look like two lovers and nothing else. I’m scrambling to cover my naked breasts with the corner of the air bag, when the Marine says,
“No natural-born woman would go to bed with a Variant, unless she was forced!” His face turns to me. “Are you hurt, Ma’am?”
I don’t know what's the matter with me. Possibly, it's the traumatic sex I experienced or maybe it’s my shyness in full blossom because I’m naked. However, I can barely think, much less speak. I want the Marine to leave and let me get dressed.
“Jesus, lady, what did he do to you?” I hear the Marine say harshly, and then he commands sharply. “Get up, Captain. I’m going to have to restrain you.”
The silence is ominous. I would think that Ry would protest. Yet, when I peek at him, I see that the Marine is shackling Ry’s wrists behind his back with black rope. I’m shocked. Why is the Marine doing this? What did he say?
“You can’t do this!” I exclaim with a hoarse voice, coming up on my knees with the air bag clutched in front of me. “He is your commander. You can’t!”
Ry doesn't even look at me. He’s looking straight ahead, and the Marine is ignoring me also as he mutters, “They will h
ang you for this rape, Captain.”
“I wasn’t raped!” I cry, and when the Marine doesn't acknowledge me, I jump to stand with the bag in front of me.
“Don’t come any closer,” the Marine snaps. He is young, probably twenty-five with shortly cropped sandy hair. He looks like a tough athletic Marine. He is probably Special Forces, and I remember him from the cargo ship.
“Aren’t you listening?” I exclaim.
“Then, he didn’t force you?” he asks harshly as he drags Ry up onto his knees.
Ry is looking at me now with his intense blue eyes. The hard muscle in his jaw is tense. Everything about his face is severe and I wonder what else he would have done to me? “I-I,” I stutter.
“It’s all right, Ma’am,” the Marine says as though relieved. “I know you’ve been through a tough time.” He pauses as my gaze darts back to Ry, then back to him. “Why don’t you gather your clothes Ma’am, and take them back there to get dressed? And I will help, Captain Boa, on with his pants.”
“Do it, Tallie. Put your clothes on,” Ry says.
I still, looking at Ry, and then I utter, “He did not rape me.” Then, I snatch up my flight suit and boots. I cannot find my panties and I flee to the back of the cavern. Shouldn’t I be grateful? Someone has saved me from being a complete sexual slave.
I don't watch Tallie leave. I watch Marks. He’s a sergeant in the Ranger Marines. A smart kid. I have worked with him once before, but he’s a Variant bigot. I would say a healthy one-forth of the corps is hardcore Variant bigots and my guess is that Marks is right in the middle of that.
“What about the others?” I ask.
“Captain Boa, I am placing you under arrest and taking command,” Marks states. He is standing straight and tough in front of me as I sit on the ground with my knees bent in front of me. “As for the others, sir, I don’t believe any of them made it,” he finishes stiffly.
“Ry?” Tallie whispers, six hours later. Marks has fallen asleep, and Tallie moves cautiously in front of me. “I am doing this because, Sergeant Marks, thinks we should stay here. I have talked to him and he’s not going to budge,” she says, looking me straight in the eye. She brings a knife up, showing it to me. “I have to dump the MAXI, Ry.”
“Is that what you want to do?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she replies slowly. “But I can’t do it without you.”
“You know there is barely a chance in hell we are getting out of here,” I respond, laying it all on the line.
She nods her head slowly, and whispers. “I know. I knew it when . . . Well,” she says, avoiding her words. “Will you get me to a place where I can try to dump the MAXI, Ry?”
“Are you going to trust me?”
She looks deeply into my eyes. “Yes.”
“You will do everything, I say?”
Tallie looks at my mouth, and then she nods. “Yes.”
“Just to dump the MAXI, Tallie?” I ask, unable to help myself.
Her head shakes slowly in answer as she leans toward me looking at my eyes, until her lips are just a breath from mine. “No, Ry, not just for the MAXI,” she breathes, and then she’s kissing me.
I am shaking, and kissing her with everything I have. However, when she pulls away raising the knife to cut my bonds, it’s then I can see she realizes my hands are free and holding her sides. Her eyelids flare. “Ry?”
I smile. “I just wanted to hear you say it, baby.” I draw her toward me for another kiss.
“Is there no hope, Ry?” she asks in a whisper against my mouth.
“There is always hope,” I murmur. “Together, you and I can make things happen.”
Tallie smiles against my mouth, kissing me more, and then murmuring. “I bet I can catch a signal to send an S.O.S. off this thing we are going to dump the MAXI into.”
An hour later, I'm tingling with anticipation.
“Tallie,” Ry says behind me and I stop walking in the direction he’s been guiding us. I do not turn around, but I am shivering. Ry is so close I can feel the heat of his body along my spine. “Pull your flight suit down, Tallie, I want to see your breasts,” he whispers. His breath heats my ear and I know he’s standing inches from me. Slowly, I open my flight suit and pull it down off my shoulders. “Down low, baby,” he murmurs. “Tie the top around your hips as low as you can.” Ry’s hand, cups one cheek of my bottom as I fumble with the flight suit, pulling it down as low on my hips as I can without it falling off. Then, I tie it. “Now, let's get moving,” he says.
I gasp softly at his intentions, fighting the urge to turn and look at him, as my nipples ache with tight spikes and I begin to move forward. The feeling of being bare-breasted before him instantly sparks arousal inside me. “This is the way I want you,” Ry says as he pats my bottom, propelling me forward a little faster. “Bare breasts, all the time.”
The realization that I’m going to be kept purely at his sexual pleasure thrills me completely. It leaves behind all questions of him wanting me or not, and takes away my inborn shyness through his command. I finally understand the fact that I do not want the decisions. I want to be led, and I want to become a sexual object of desire. More...
Ry doesn’t hide the fact he is looking at my partial nudity. He makes sure I feel his eyes on me, and the fact he can see quite clearly how hard my nipples are. We move this way for two hours. Until, the strange planet we are on begins to show signs of eerie blue-tinted dusk, and all I want to do is reach my hands inside my flight suit and rub my clit with Ry’s heated gaze on me.
“We will rest here for a while,” he says, and I look around at the sandy area surrounded by low scrub brush. “Set up the air bag and gather some of the brush for a small fire, Tallie, while I look around.” Ry pauses and lifts his hand up, holding something in his fingers. “Whenever, we are camped, Tallie, wear this and nothing else.”
I catch the small bundle of material he tosses to me. It is a loincloth made of my lavender panties. The crotch has been torn out so there’s only a scant flap of material in front and in back. I look back up, but Ry is already gone. Sexual slave. The words seep through my mind, causing my tummy to quiver and my inner thighs to tremble, as I put the skimpy loincloth on. The material barely covers my pussy and my ass, and it doesn’t at all, as I bend over to lay out the bag.
Just then, I hear Ry returning and my body freezes as I’m bent over at the waist with my hands clutched in the air bag. He doesn’t make a sound and I finally unlock myself enough to move and let go of the bag, before I straighten turning toward him. Ry’s flight suit top is hanging around his hips, and his gaze is on the little flap of lavender between my thighs. I know he can see how wet I am. It is dripping down one side of my inner thigh. “Wood,” he murmurs, and then he walks to the air bag, where he sits and reclines back on his elbows.
I realize that I am his show, and I feel it too. I feel incredibly sexy, as he watches every move my scantily clad body makes, while I gather some small pieces of scrub brush for a fire. I find myself moving in certain ways that feel more sexual. Arching my breasts outward when I can and swaying my hips. Then, making sure Ry gets plenty of peeks of my drenched pussy when I bend over. The excitement inside me is rushing to my fingertips. I have never felt so sexy before. It is arousing and thrilling.
Then when I turn back around with the last armful of scrub brush that I need, I see that Ry is nude. He has taken his flight suit off and he’s stroking his long cock in his hand. I drop the scrub brush in the pile with my gaze lingering on his hard cock.
“You want this, baby,” he asks me, stroking from the base to the head.
“Yes.” I nod.
“Show me,” he murmurs, pulling so hard on his cock that he lifts his two heavy testicles up off the air bag, before his hand strokes downward again. “Lay down here.” Ry nods to the side of him on the air bag. “Spread your legs, and let me see if that pussy wants me.”
“Ry,” Tallie puffs as she moves toward me and I watch her hips sway. My g
irl is turned on, and every movement in her supple body shows it. I am going to fuck her like a slut. Fuck her until she cums on my cock, screaming. “You want to be fucked, baby?” I ask deeply as she lays back and spreads her legs open for me.
“Yes.”
“Like my slut?” I ask. “Like my cum slut, Tallie?”
“Ohgod,” she pants. It appears I hit a good nerve.
“Answer me,” I say, looking down at her reddened cunt, with wet glistening on the edges, while I stroke my cock harder.
“Yes,” she answers quickly.
“Pull your pussy lips open, Tallie. Show me how much you want to be fucked by my big dong.”
“Ry,” she whimpers as her fingers reach downward and pull open the flushed lips of her pussy. That separation opens her snug hole wide, and reveals the bud of her excited clit.
“You’re going to wear my cum,” I rasp, reaching toward her sex. “My cum, in your hot hole, dripping down your thighs. And I’m going to make you wear it all day, So you can feel it, and I can see it on you.” My finger touches her asshole. Just a circling caress.
“Oh Ry. Ry!”
“Yes, baby. You like that don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps and I can see her pussy juices leaking.
I smear some of her cream on my finger. “Raise your legs high, Tallie. Wide.” My finger coated in her pussy juices returns to the rosy pucker of her asshole, as she lifts her legs into a widely spread V.
“Oh hh,” she squeals as I dab the reluctant hole.
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