May 252016
 

Felicia Grafal Flores stepped into the hotel elevator and leaned against the wall. It had been a long day at her uncle’s funeral. She barely knew the man but even with a large family like Felicia’s, every loss was a terrible one. Sadness was exhausting.

Emil, her husband, was drinking with his cousins. If she had asked, he would have gladly followed her back to the hotel room. She didn’t because she knew what he needed and what he needed was too many beers, too many wings and not enough hours of sharing family stories with his cousins.

That left Felicia alone because the last thing she was going to do right now was spend time with her family. She knew what she needed and what she needed was a good fuck.

Their hotel room was on the third floor. Felicia pressed the buttons for the second, fourth and fifth floors.

The doors closed. They had mirror panels and Felicia saw herself. She saw a beautiful brown woman with tired eyes. A black scarf framed her sad face. The curves of her body were concealed by a sensible black dress. Instead of her beloved heels, she had worn modest flats out of respect for her family.

The elevator moved. Felicia shook her head. She would mourn later but for now, she would live. Down came her scarf and she shook out her long black hair. She unfastened a few buttons to reveal her large breast barely held by her black bra. There was nothing she could do about her shoes but she pulled off her panties and stuffed them into her purse.

The bell rang for the second floor. The doors opened. The ugly blue hotel carpet spread out before her. Signs told her that rooms above two-hundred and twenty were to the right while rooms under two-hundred and twenty were to the left.

She stayed and the doors closed. The elevator moved past the third floor and stopped at the fourth.

The bell rang again and the door opened once more. The blue carpet was still there. More signs gave directions. Someone had left a cart with towels.

Felicia didn’t move. The doors closed and the elevator moved. The next floor would be her last chance.

The bell rang. The doors opened to reveal a dark hallway. Hardwood floors stretched out before her. Dim electric lights flickered. She heard something buzzing and someone moaning.

Felicia stepped out of the elevator. An open cell was to her right. There was a wooden chair with a dildo sticking straight up from the middle of the seat.

She kept walking. Another cell was open to her right. This one had chains hanging from the ceiling. A selection of whips hung on the far wall.

The groans grew louder. The buzzing became more intense. Felicia walked past three more empty cells before she found out where the sounds were coming from.

A man and a woman were together in a cell. Both of them were naked and strapped to wooden frames. The faced each other, barely a few feet apart. They groaned together as something buzzed. The man’s cock bounced as the woman’s hips bucked.

The buzzing stopped and both of them groaned in misery.

Felicia stood at the entrance of their room. The light was dim but she could see how beautiful they were. The man bulged with muscles while the woman was soft lines and curves. She had long sweaty blonde hair while the man’s hair was red but equally long. They were both young but it was hard to tell with the perfection of their bodies.

Neither of them had noticed her. They just stared at each other’s bound bodies with obvious longing. The man’s cock bounced with need. The woman’s hip writhed as she longed to join his crotch.

The buzzing started again and both of their bodies tensed. Felicia saw where the buzzing was coming from. Thick metal dildos protruded from both of their wooden frames and impaled their asses. The buzzing was the metal phalluses vibrating in their deepest places.

Felicia gasped. Watching their bodies twist and struggle on the anal vibrators made her hips want to move as well.

They heard her. Both heads snapped in her direction. Desperate eyes bore into her.

“Please!” the woman cried. “Tell the General that I learned my lesson!”

“Please!” the man said. “Tell him that I am sorry for fucking without permission!”

“Please, please, please!” both of them pleaded.

They were being punished. A smile came to Felicia’s lips while a tremor ran down to her sex. She understood punishment. Many of the places that she had visited seemed obsessed with discipline. Sexual control seemed to be universal.

Felicia stepped into their cell. The lack of a door confused her but she realized that being bound as they were, there was no need for a door. Even if they got free, she doubted these two would escape. They had the look of submission about them.

“Did you deserve to be punished?” Felicia asked. She stood between them. Half of her attention was on the man’s lovely throbbing cock and the other half was on the woman’s dripping bare pussy.

“Yes!” the woman answered first. “I should have resisted!”

“Yes, we deserve it!” the man said.

“Do you feel that you have suffered enough?” Felicia asked the woman.

The woman vigorously nodded her head.

“What about you?” Felicia asked the man. “Have you suffered enough?”

The man swallowed. Perhaps he sensed a trap. He didn’t know who Felicia was. “That is for the General to decide,” he said.

Felicia smiled. “Smart answer, but safe,” she said.

She turned to the woman. Her hand went to the woman’s sex. She pressed her palm down on her hot wet lips.

The woman squirmed. “Yes, yes, yes,” she babbled.

Felicia stared at the woman’s hard nipples. They were almost invisible as pale as they were. Felicia leaned in and took a nipple between her lips.

“Oh!” the woman cried out. Her hips ground against Felicia’s hand. She shook with eagerness, causing her breast to jiggle against Felicia’s face.

“I have suffered enough!” the man yelled.

Felicia laughed and reached behind her. Her fingers wrapped around the hard member that waited for her. He was hot to the touch and so very thick in her hand.

“Fuck!” the man cried out.

The buzzing returned. Both of them arched as the dildos inside their asses came to life. Their hips moved as they tried to fuck Felicia’s hands.

Felicia didn’t let them. She let her hand move with the woman’s hips, keeping her from getting the friction she needed. For the man she was crueler, simply shifting her grip to his balls as he thrusted helplessly.

When the buzzing stopped, both of the captives whimpered. “Please,” they begged.

“Please, what?” Felicia asked. She enjoyed this immensely.

The man answered first this time. “Please suck me.”

Felicia smiled and bent down to his crotch. The man cried out with joy before her lips even touched him. She opened her mouth and took him inside her. Her lips sealed around his cock and her cheeks caved in.

“Yes!” the man screamed.

“No, it’s not fair!” the woman yelled.

Felicia ignored her. She grabbed the base of the man’s cock to keep him from fucking her face. Ever so slowly and completely at her control, Felicia raised and lowered her mouth on the man’s cock. She sucked him with a deliberate slowness that let her enjoy the taste of his sweaty skin.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes!” the man cried. His body shook with excitement.

“Please, please, please lick me!” the woman cried.

Felicia kept sucking. Her tongue danced over her hard flesh. She let him hit the back of her throat before rising back up until only the tip was still between her lips. There, she let her tongue swirl over his head while she stared up into his eyes.

“Oh,” the man groaned. His cock twitched within her mouth.

She released his cock from her mouth. Spit connected his cock to her lips. She wiped it off and smeared the spit onto his thigh.

The man whimpered but he didn’t beg for her to go back. He knew who was in charge.

Felicia turned back to the woman. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Please eat me,” the woman said. “I need it so bad!”

“Hmm,” Felicia said but she squatted down before the woman’s bound thighs. A single drop fell from the woman’s pussy lips and fell on Felicia’s waiting tongue. She savored the drop and rolled it around her mouth.

The woman moaned.

Felicia lunged for the woman’s sex with her mouth. She pressed her face tightly against the woman’s crotch and started licking. The smell of her wet sex was amazing. The taste of her juices was intoxicating. The sensitivity of her nether lips inspired Felicia to lick even harder.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” the woman moaned. Her hips moved to grind against Felicia’s face.

Felicia put a stop to that. She planted her hands firmly on the woman’s hips to immobilize them. This was her mercy; she wasn’t going to let someone take more than Felicia was giving.

She took long loving licks of the woman’s pussy. Her tongue lapped at the delicious fountain inside. From time to time, she took a moment to suck on the fleshy lips of her pussy. Felicia devoured the woman’s sex at her leisure.

The buzzing returned and Felicia lifted her face from the woman’s sex. Her face was slick with juices. The woman writhed before her. Behind Felicia, she heard the groans of the man as he was stimulated.

The buzzing stopped. Both of the captives groaned in anguish.

“Please,” the woman begged.

“Please,” the man begged.

“Please,” the begged together.

Felicia debated it. Teasing was fun. Being cruel was not. These two probably deserved their punishment but what did Felicia deserve? She never knew why she found the places that she found but perhaps this time there was a reason. Maybe she was here to find comfort in giving comfort to others.

“Okay,” she said to them. “This time, we will all come.”

She lifted her skirt. Both captives moaned as her dark legs were revealed and then both of them sighed when the dark fur of her sex was exposed. Holding her skirt in hand, she backed against man’s cock and gripped his cock. Bending over at the waist, she slid him into her.

“YES!” the man shouted. His thick cock quivered inside her. He immediately struggled against his bonds and slammed his pelvis into her. It was a poor attempt at fucking but it was close enough.

Felicia leaned forward. She reached for the woman’s sex and her fingers slipped easily inside. The woman’s pussy clenched tightly and they clenched even tighter when Felicia moved close enough to lick the woman’s clit.

Both captives cried out. They writhed and fought against their restraints. Their hips wiggled and moved to fuck what Felicia had offered them.

Felicia couldn’t keep still. She slid back and forth on the man’s cock. Her fingers dived in and out of the woman’s sex.

The three of them fucked. The wood frames creaked from their struggles. The smell of Felicia’s sex joined the other scents of sex and sweat.

Felicia clenched around the man. She finger-fucked the woman. Her body was a conduit for their lust. She was a bridge of pussy and fingers.

She thought about her husband, Emil. What would he do if he saw her right now? Would he play with the captive woman’s plentiful tits? Maybe he would make threatening remarks to the man who was balls deep inside her. More than likely, he would just take out his fat cock and stroke while he watched his wife fuck and eat pussy.

The buzzing returned. The captive cried out but this time it was from joy. The vibrations were so strong that Felicia felt them through their bodies. It sent her sex into a clenching frenzy.

The woman came first. She screamed her pleasure as her pussy squirted onto Felicia’s face.

The man came a moment later. He let out a strangled moan as his cock exploded into a mess of seed inside her sex.

Felicia came with the first squirt of come. She shuddered and hung onto the woman’s body as her knees grew weak.

The buzzing stopped and so did they. Felicia slipped off the man’s cock and let go of the woman’s hips. She crumbled briefly to the floor and caught her breath.

“Thank you,” the woman said first.

“Thank you so much,” the man said, his voice weak.

Felicia stood back up. Her face was sticky. Seed leaked from her sex. She pulled down her skirt and shivered.

“You are welcome,” she said. Her body was exhausted. The funeral had worn her out and coming had taken the last of her strength. She needed to get back to the elevator and back to her hotel room.

“I should be going,” Felicia said. “Be good.”

They promised that they would. Felicia didn’t believe them.

May 182016
 

William slammed his crowbar into the back of the zombie’s knee. After the zombie fell to the ground, William planted his hiking boot on the undead thing’s back. The creature snarled but couldn’t roll over. William swung his crowbar into the creature’s skull and the head collapsed like a desiccated pumpkin.

It was a good kill. The zombie never fought back, there was very little splatter and it was over in a few seconds. Fast and simple were the best kills.

William wondered if he could do it faster. He replayed the short fight in his head. There was always room for improvement but he didn’t see any here.

There was a growl and William jumped. It was just his stomach.

He looked around the apartment complex. Rows and rows of kicked opened doors stretched out before him. So far he had searched seven of the apartments and found they had already been looted. It was likely the rest of the complex was just as empty.

The sun bore down on him. William took off his firefighter’s helmet with the very convenient face shield. He wiped the sweat from his dark forehead and scratched the stubble on his head. Damn, he hadn’t even found a fucking razor today.

Something caught his eye. One door hadn’t been kicked in. In fact, it looked modified with an expanded peephole and another small door located halfway up the door. The windows next to it were boarded up.

Someone lived there. That someone probably had looted the other apartments. Maybe they had some food.

William cleaned his crowbar and discarded the rag. He kept his helmet off and tucked it under his arm. His mouth tried to smile but he couldn’t keep it up in a way that seemed natural so he stopped.

He walked over to the door. There was a small sign by the window. He lost his reading glasses weeks ago so he had to get really close to read it.

“Will Trade Food For Work”

“Thank Jesus,” William said. He didn’t know what kind of work they needed but whatever it was, he would do it.

“Hello?” William said as he knocked gently on the door. He didn’t want to attract any slumbering undead.

He heard movement behind the door. The sound proofing on these apartments sucked. A shadow passed behind the peephole. William thought he saw faded red hair.

“What do you want?” a voice said. It was a woman.

“The sign said you will trade food for work?” William said. “I could really use some food. I ate my last can of peas yesterday.”

“Step back so I can see you better,” the woman said.

William did as she said. He put down his crowbar and helmet. His shoulders slumped so that she wouldn’t be intimidated by his height or his muscles. He almost smiled but thought better of it.

“Hmmm,” the woman said. “I have got one bag of beef jerky and a can of peaches. Do you want it?”

William’s stomach growled. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. Oh man, meat! The fruit sounded nice too.

“Alright, take off your pants,” the woman said.

“Excuse me?” William said.

“You heard me,” the woman said. “You want the food, you got to work for it but first I got to see your cock.”

This was new. Well, not entirely. William remembered the time those biologists fucked him silly to gather sperm samples. And there was also that nymphomaniac in the cabin who traded him that sweet rifle for a week of fucking. Not to mention those really nice redneck sisters who had a threesome with him in exchange for the helmet he was carrying now. Still, no one ever made him pull his pants down outside a locked door.

“Fine,” William said. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. When he pulled his pants down, his thick cock was already poking against the boxers he wore. The boxers went down next and his cock sprung to attention.

“Good lord,” the woman said.

Heat rose to William’s face. The zombie apocalypse might have changed a lot about him but he still had his shyness. The woman’s appreciation made his cock throb and bounce like a twitching arm.

The small panel halfway up the door opened. The opening was just large enough for a can.

“Alright, now put your cock in here so I can inspect it,” the woman said.

“What?” William said. He might be shy but this was his dick she was talking about. “You want me to put my dick in a hole in a door, where you can do anything you want to it?”

“That’s right,” the woman said. “I sure as fuck am not letting you in. You’re bigger than me and could overpower me.”

“Yeah, and you could cut my dick off!” William said.

“I don’t want to cut your dick off!” the woman said. “You ain’t got shit that I want except that cock! Don’t be a pussy about this!”

He was about to say something else when his stomach growled.

“Shit, is that a zombie?” the woman asked.

“No,” William snapped. He was angry at himself because he knew what he was going to do. This was a stupid idea but damn it, beef jerky AND peaches!

He stepped up to the door. There were no blood stains on the door so he took that as a good sign. Dick in hand, he guided it through the hole.

There was silence on the other side of the door. Fingers touched his dick. They poked and squeezed. Hot breath brushed his tip.

William let out a sigh of relief. Nothing sharp touched his dick.

“Okay, one moment,” the woman said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

William waited. He leaned against the door with his dick through the hole. His head kept moving to keep an eye out for zombies.

Time passed. What was she doing, painting a picture?

“Shit, get hard again,” the woman said. Fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked.

William groaned. The fingers were quick and rough but it had been awhile. He hardened instantly.

“Where did you go?” he said.

“Had to find the jumbo size,” the woman said. Something stretched across the tip of his dick and slowly rolled along his thick length. It was a condom.

William laughed. They were doing this. He was fucking a woman through a hole in a door. The things one does in a zombie apocalypse.

“Hold still,” the woman said. A moment later, something hot, wet and perfect slid onto his cock.

“Ohhh,” William groaned. Pussy, it had been awhile. He closed his eyes and focused on the wonderful clenching of his dick.

“Don’t move,” the woman said. She began to move, a short slide back and forth across his thick length.

William shuddered. His hands curled into fists. He wanted to thrust but he fought it. All he had to do was stand here and by God, that was what he was going to do.

The woman slow fucked him. Her wet pussy tugged at him.

A hot wind blew across William’s ass. He looked around and the area was still clear. There were no zombies and even better, there were no other living people. Zombies he could handle but he doubted that he could explain why he was bare-assed and sticking his dick in a hole.

“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,” the woman groaned. She fucked him a little bit faster. The door shuddered as her ass backed into it.

William wondered what she looked like. Did he really see red hair? Was she old or young? Was she big or small? All he knew of her was her pussy and her pussy was fucking perfect.

His stomach growled. He tried to ignore it but it kept growling. An idea came to mind.

William pulled out of the hole. His dick was slick with juices.

“What’s wrong?” the woman yelled.

“I want three bags of beef jerky,” he said. “I’m sorry, but I am really hungry and you’ve picked this place clean.”

“God damn it!” the woman yelled. The door shuddered as she punched it.

Silence hung in the air. William gripped his cock tightly to keep his erection. A shiver ran through him and he idly stroked his cock.

“Two bags of beef jerky,” the woman said. “They are decent size bags. I’ll also give you a can of peaches, a can of pears and an unopened bottle of water.”

“Deal,” William said.

“Well, put that cock back in here!” the woman said.

He did and her pussy was waiting for him. His dick entered her wet tightness. She clenched down hard on him.

“Fuck me,” she said. “You’re taking my food; you can do more of the work!”

“Throw in a razor and you got a deal,” he said.

“Yes!” the woman yelled back.

William grabbed door frame for balance and his hips went to pumping. His balls slapped against the door but he was too horny to care.

“Oh shit!” the woman cried.

He kept fucking. The door shook. His thick cock pounded her tight sex.

The wind blew again. Sweat slid down his broad back. His head itched but he was going to fix that with the razor.

He pushed those thoughts away. There was a job to do and William always did a job well. He paid more attention to his knees so he could get a deeper thrust. His hands got a better grip on the doorframe. He added a little twist to his hips just to make it interesting for her.

“Just like that!” the woman cried.

William did what she demanded. He pictured her on the other side of the door. Was she grabbing her tits? Did she keep her eyes closed? Was her mouth open, panting as he fucked her?

She screamed. Quivering spasms engulfed his cock.

It was too much. William climaxed. He filled the condom as his seed burst forth. Because he was outside, he bit down hard on his lip to keep from making a noise.

Coming was so good. Sex partners that weren’t crazy or suspicious were damn hard to find. Out on his own, it was unsafe to masturbate in case a zombie snuck up on you. It felt like he had a lifetime of seed in his balls just aching to get out.

She dismounted and William pulled out of the hole. The condom was mess. He pulled it off and looked around for a place to throw it. The bush would have to do. It didn’t surprise him to see six other condoms there.

“Here,” a much more subdued voice said. A jerky bag emerged from the hole.

William took two bags of barbecue flavored jerky, two cans of pears, a can of peaches, a bottle of water and a razor. It was only supposed to be one can of pears but he didn’t say anything. Maybe she was tipping his cock.

“If you go back to the road and hang a left, you’ll see another apartment complex,” the woman said. “I’d rather you left those alone. If you go a mile, you’ll come across a strip mall. There used to be a gas station and a pizza place.”

“Sure,” William said as he put his pants back on. “I can skip those apartments. Thanks for the tip. Gas stations have interesting stuff.”

“Good luck,” the woman said. “If you get hungry again, wait a day before coming back.”

William laughed. “Yeah, I’ll need a day or two as well.”

May 112016
 

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated “Queen’s Ruthless Education Policy” by Royal Astronomers. It is a pitiful system. There are no planets but there is an asteroid belt. Initial scans show no natural life signs but the asteroids appear to be infested with prospectors. I will attempt communication in order to discern what the hell they are mining out here and whether their value is worthy of conquest for the Queen. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s personal Log: The Unidentified Space Organism that groped me a few weeks ago has really whetted my appetite for some rough sex. I hope these prospectors are as happy to see me as I am to fuck them.

“This is Deep Space Explorer Vaquel Di of the Royal Navy broadcasting to the life forms inhabiting the local asteroid field. I come on a mission of peace and exploration. I am in search of intense social exchanges for the period of six hours. Please respond.”

Vaquel leaned back on top of her robot, Chairbot. The transmission had a visual component so she opted to sit naked. She wanted to show off every bit of her large dark breasts, her powerful thighs, her cute short pink hair on the top of her head as well as the thick pink hair adoring her sex. For added effect, she licked her lips.

She had a response in less than ten seconds.

“Deep Space Explorer Vaquel Di, this is the Qii Corporation. What gender do you identify as?”

“I identify as female,” Vaquel responded.

The communication panel lit up with multiple transmissions.

“The Gozsdu Corporation bids four milligrams of pure Mifian!”

“The W-W Corporation bids eight milligrams of pure Mifian!”

“The Bododododod Corporation bids two centigrams of pure Mifian!”

“The Eulipi Corporation bids five centigrams of pure Mifian!”

“What is going on, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“I think they are bidding on me,” Vaquel said.

“Like you were property?” Chiarbot asked.

“Like I was a whore,” Vaquel said. “They must think I came here to sell myself to relieve their sexual tension. I told them my time was limited so they are competing for the use of me. This must be what a common bedslave feels like on the auction block.”

“Shall I transmit a correction on your behalf?” Chairbot asked.

“Don’t you dare!” Vaquel snapped.

“Mistress, what is Mifian? I am unfamiliar with the substance.”

“Queen only knows, but it must be valuable if they are bidding such small amounts.”

“The Apaxaz Corporation bids six point five decigrams of pure Mifian!”

“The Kukukuki Corporation bids nine decigrams of pure Mifian!”

“The Lm Corporation bids six grams of pure Mifian!”

There was a pause in the transmissions. Vaquel responded.

“Lm Corporation, confirm you bid six grams of pure Mifian?”

“This is Lm Corporation, confirm!”

“Any other bidders?” Vaquel asked. No other transmissions were received.

“Congratulation, Lm Corporation,” Vaquel said. “You are the highest bidder.”

“This is Lm Corporation, confirm. I am transmitting the coordinates for my mining claim. Wear something yellow. Come pre-lubricated.”

“Confirm,” Vaquel said. She entered the coordinates into her navigation controls. The ship began thrusting to the new location.

“Well, you heard the man, Chairbot. Get me ready for him.”

The robot chair buzzed to life. Powerful vibrators located in the seat hummed underneath Vaquel’s sex and ass. The seat contours rose and fell to provide maximum stimulation.

“Oh, good,” Vaquel moaned. “Not too much. I want to save some for the horny miner who paid, well, something, for my ass.”

“Are you sure, Mistress?” Chairbot said. “I personally think your bottom is never more attractive than when it is clenching and sweaty from a good orgasm!”

The vibrations increased and Vaquel hopped off of the buzzing seat. She gave the robot a playful kick.

“I’m sure, asshole,” she said. “I need to find my yellow spacesuit.”

Five minutes later, Vaquel Di waited by the airlock to her ship. A transparent glassteel bubble helmet encased her head. Bright yellow spacesuit fabric clung to her curvy body. She went with her black space books because she had a feeling that prospectors might not keep a clean environment and she didn’t want to dirty her prettier space boots. A belt wrapped around her waist, containing the bare minimum in weaponry which was about eight lethal weapons and two non-lethal.

“Airlocks have synced!” the computer announced.

“Chairbot, keep alert!” Vaquel yelled over her communicator. “If this guy is crazy, I want to have a quick escape.”

“I will stay in standby mode until I am once more reunited with your perfect ass!” Chairbot said.

Vaquel closed the channel and opened the airlock. A flimsy tunnel made of some sort of fabric stretched before her. It might be the weakest transfer connection she had ever seen.

“I guess prospectors save their money for whores,” Vaquel said. She kicked off and floated down the tunnel. Her experienced eyes looked for tears in the tunnel fabric. She didn’t find any.

The airlock was easy to open. Dim light came from the inside. A large red being pulled her inside and quickly shut the airlock. The being then went to work securing the more than a dozen locks.

Vaquel took the moment to look around. The area was small, barely the size of her navigation bay. A large machine of unknown purpose took up most of the space. A small algae tank provided food while a waste reclaimer seemed to double as a water source. Instead of a bed, hooks hung from the walls for a zero gravity hammock. The place made Vaquel’s military probe ship look like a luxury yacht.

She turned her attention to the being that bought her. Broad red shoulders stretched forever. Shaggy black hair covered his head, shoulders and back. A lack of pants revealed a firm ass and a swinging red monster between his legs.

He turned around and grabbed his cock. “Bend over! I want to finish before the next drilling cycle!”

Vaquel looked at the giant erection in his hand. She had a sudden urge to drop to her knees and worship it. But first, she had to obey the oldest rule of her home planet: make sure you get paid before you fuck.

“Mifian first,” Vaquel said.

The prospector grunted in agreement. He snatched something small and sparkly off a shelf and tossed it to her.

Vaquel caught the thing and gave it a glance. It looks like an artificial crystal. The weight seemed to be right. What was so valuable about such a small crystal?

“Now bend over and show me your whisker tunnel!”

Vaquel nodded and tucked the crystal into a pouch on her belt. She decided against stripping inside this habitat. The threat of decompression was more of a certainty within such a cheap confine. She pressed a button on her spacesuit and a seam opened over her sex. Her pink bush waited for the prospector.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. A strong arm pushed her head and bent her over his chair. Firm but gentle kicks spread her legs before the girth of his member entered her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried. It was a good thing she was wet because he wasn’t fucking around. His cock slammed inside her and stretched her to her limits.

The prospector pounded her. His thick drill cored deep within her. Powerful hands gripped her hips and kept her pinned as he slammed in and out of her.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. He threatened to knock the wind out of her with every thrust. The ramming of his hips stung her large bottom even through the spacesuit. The chair shook and creaked underneath her.

“Take it, take it, take it!” the prospector yelled and Vaquel did. He didn’t want her mouth, her tits or even her sexual skills. She and her pussy were here to be used.

It was amazing. Vaquel grabbed her tit and squeezed through the thin spacesuit material. The helmet environment controls struggled to keep her panting from fogging up the glasssteel. Her legs hung limply over the back of the chair as she was fucked.

“Warning! Claim perimeter has been violated!”

The prospector paused in mid-thrust. Vaquel whimpered in disappointment. Her pussy clenched around his massive cock.

“Who would dare to fuck with me and my claims?” the prospector said. He reached over and keyed in a few commands.

Vaquel was about to complain when she heard a ripping sound. Instinct kicked in and she shoved the alien out of her pussy. She slapped the controls on her belt to seal the pussy port just in time to watch the roof of the habitat tear away.

WHOOSH! The tiny atmosphere inside was sucked into space. So was the tall red alien and his magnificent cock.

Vaquel lunged for the hammock hook on the wall. She never made it. A strange blue field appeared around her and pulled her upwards.

“What the fuck?” Vaquel snapped. She looked up to see a small ship above her. It was closer to a shuttle than a ship to be honest. Even from this angle, Vaquel noticed several structural weaknesses that had her concerned about the ship’s space-worthiness.

The field pulled her up and through open bay doors. The door closed once she was inside and the field cut off. The lack of gravity caused her to continue to float up towards the ceiling of the vessel. She felt the subtle pressure of atmosphere being re-established within the ship.

“I claim you according to Salvage Law laid down by the Improved Great Homogeny,” someone said. The someone was the same giant size as the prospector but wearing a bulky spacesuit. They took off their helmet to reveal a feminine red face with short gold hair. “Sorry about the violent claim jumping, but I just couldn’t stand to know that there was a new female in the asteroid belt that I couldn’t lick.”

Vaquel’s pussy clenched. The alien was gorgeous! She also loved the short hair. She decided to forgive the kidnapping and the interruption of her pussy pounding.

“That’s okay,” Vaquel said. “I already got paid but I would like a fucking. You’ll let me go after we fuck, right?”

“Of course,” the alien woman said. She grabbed Vaquel by the legs and pulled her down so that Vaquel’s crotch was eye level with the alien’s face. “My robot is driving us back to my claim so we can fuck in comfort but do you mind if I got a taste now?”

“Not at all,” Vaquel said. She clicked her belt and the spacesuit over her sex opened again.

The woman dived in. Hungry lips sealed over Vaquel’s already fucked pussy. A thick but agile tongue delved deep and lapped at her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out. She clenched her thighs around the woman’s face. Her fingers dug into the woman’s silky gold hair.

Again, there was no foreplay. The alien woman ate, licked and nibbled like an eager cadet back at the Royal Navy Academy. She drank Vaquel’s juices as if she was dying of thirst. It wasn’t oral sex, it was a devouring.

Vaquel shuddered on the big alien’s shoulders. The ship swerved and twisted but the alien woman stood still as she licked Vaquel. Her boots must have been magnetized to keep her on the floor. That was great for Vaquel as it let the alien woman focus on eating pussy and not on staying upright.

The alien adjusted her grip to place a hand on Vaquel’s ass. Thick and powerful fingers squeezed firm buttocks. The hand also pushed Vaquel’s bottom so her sex would grind harder on the alien woman’s face.

Vaquel was close to coming. The ship looked like a flying deathtrap ready to explode but her arousal clouded her judgment. She pressed another button on belt and a second hole opened over the crack of her ass.

The red woman noticed immediately. She groaned into Vaquel’s pussy and slid a finger over to the second hole. A thick finger pushed at Vaquel’s tight anus with a steady insistence.

The finger was large but the alien was persistent and Vaquel was horny. It pushed in as Vaquel cried out in pleasure. The finger stretched her tight dark hole as the alien’s eager mouth continued to lick.

The ship made a sudden turn followed by another accompanied by rapid acceleration. Vaquel’s top half of her body swung and bounced from the inertia. The alien woman held onto her sex and ass with mouth and finger.

Vaquel didn’t care about the reckless flying. She only cared about the finger pushing deep in her ass. She only cared about the greedy mouth consuming her pussy. She only cared about the giant climax that she felt about to explode within her.

The ship shook from an impact. Another impact hit the ship and a crack appeared in the wall. Vaquel tried to ignore the obvious signs of distress and stayed focused on the mouth that was starting to slow down.

Another impact shook the ship and the woman stopped. Vaquel cried out in frustration and ground her pussy into the alien’s face. The alien pushed Vaquel off her face. Vaquel tried to hold on but the alien was too strong. Vaquel drifted back through the ship as the woman rushed to cockpit.

“Fucking stupid robot!” the woman screamed. “We’re too close to the Nimativ Corporation!”

Vaquel took no chances. She slapped her belt and the holes on her suit sealed.

The front of the ship exploded in a green flash. Vaquel ducked through a crack in the ship as the rest of the vessel exploded. The blast propelled her through the asteroid field.

A blue beam similar to the one that grabbed her earlier emitted from a nearby asteroid but it was too slow. A crappy looking spaceship tried to intercept her with a mechanical arm but it was fast for her trajectory. Vaquel wondered if the entire asteroid field was trying to steal her.

A few moments later, another blue beam from a small asteroid caught her. Vaquel relaxed as it pulled her down towards another shoddy looking habitat. When the airlock doors opened, she slipped inside and calmly waited for the area to pressurize again.

The inner airlock opened and a red alien reached in and pulled her into the main quarters. He was taller than all of the previous ones as well as hairless. The pants he wore emphasized rather than conceal the humongous erection that he had.

“I claim you according to Salvage Law laid down by th-,”

“Yeah, I get it,” Vaquel interrupted. “You stole me, you claim me and now you want to fuck me. Can we get to the fucking already before I get stolen again?”

“Let them try!” the alien male said. He snarled as he glanced back to a flickering control panel.

“No, focus on fucking,” Vaquel said as she reached into his pants. There was a quick release button that freed his crotch of his pants. A thick heavy member floated into her hand. She squeezed it tightly as if someone would try to steal the cock from her.

“This will work,” Vaquel said. She was so desperate to fuck that her fingers missed the controls on her belt. It took her three tries to open the slit in her spacesuit again.

The prospector didn’t have any such problems. As soon as the fabric opened, he reached down and grabbed Vaquel by the thighs. He picked her up pushed her against the wall.

Vaquel didn’t like how much the wall behind her moved but she forgot about it as he lowered her onto his cock. The thick red member parted her soaking wet sex lips and pushed deep up inside her.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel yelled and felt a moment of déjà vu. She was filled once more and was already on the edge of orgasm.

“Sweet Lords of Space!” the alien groaned. His hands tightened around her thighs as he raised her up and down on his cock. Powerful muscles surged along his arms as he fucked her.

The computer screens flickered bright warnings behind the prospector. Vaquel said nothing as she was fucked. Claim jumpers might be on their way to kill them but the priority here was to fuck.

The alien was like a machine. He rammed her down onto his cock, lifted her back up and dropped her again. His cock never left her pussy. It throbbed with potent power within her tight clenching walls.

Vaquel held onto the alien’s shoulders. She kept thinking of when the next attack would come. Would she be able to get off first? Would she have to wait until the next miner? She couldn’t take it any more. She needed to come and she needed to come now!

She pressed another button on her belt. A wide window of cloth opened over breasts. Her large brown mounds came bouncing out.

The prospector didn’t need an invitation. His mouth lunged forward and he caught a floating breast in his teeth. He clamped down around her nipple and held on as he kept fucking her.

A bolt of pain shot through her breast. It travelled down her shuddering belly to her clenching sex. The pain was an extra stimulation to the already wonderful ramming that her pussy was taking.

All of the computer panels were flashing warnings. Through a viewport, Vaquel spotted something bright and slow approaching the hull. The wall behind her made stressful sounds.

She closed her eyes. Her focus went to the sharp teeth biting her breast. The rest of her attention went to the thick phallus drilling up, up, up into her super sensitive and very well fucked hole.

Vaquel came. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried. Her body shivered from head to curling toes with the force of her pleasure.

The habitat exploded around her. The prospector looked stunned at the sudden loss of atmosphere but he was even more stunned when Vaquel punched him in the nose to make him let go of her.

As soon as his cock left her and his teeth let go of her breast, Vaquel was tapping commands onto her belt. The holes on her suit resealed and her personal environment was protected. Staying alive was more important than savoring the afterglow.

She was floating through space again. The debris of the habitat surrounded her and she kicked it away. The prospector was already dead but his body was still twitching.

A blue beam engulfed her. Vaquel sighed. She looked up at another barely functional shuttle trying to reel her in like some kind of space fish

“Maybe I should take over the ship,” Vaquel said to herself. “I could incapacitate the pilot, hijack the ship and get back to my ship. I got paid and laid; there is no reason to stick around.”

Vaquel thought about which of her weapons was less likely to accidentally puncture a substandard hull. Before she made her decision, the shuttle vaporized in a ball of flame. The blue field ceased although her forward momentum kept going.

A large highly advanced ship flew in front of her. It was the deep space probe ship! The airlock was open and Vaquel drifted right into it. She grabbed a handle and the airlock closed behind her.

“Mistress!” Chairbot screamed over the communicator. “I have been following you through the asteroid field! They are really violent out there! Is your perfect round ass okay?”

“Yes it is, Chairbot!” Vaquel said. “Get us the fuck out of here!”

“Right away, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

“And get your seat ready,” Vaquel said. “You did something right for once and I am going to sit my tired sweaty ass down on you.”

The robot squealed a complex string of beeps with joy.

May 042016
 

There is magic in books. A good writer pours their heart and soul into a book. A bad writer puts in whatever it takes to fulfill their obligations. Both of these have power. Readers add their own energy as their expectations are either exceeded or failed. The book often absorbs the energy of the books it sits beside, soaking in strange influences like a literary marinade.

Every book lover who walks into a bookstore can feel this power. Every child who beholds a library for the first time knows this truth. Even those who don’t like to read recognize this power and their jealousy causes them to scorn those who do read.

Books about magic are no exception with regards to these energies. The only difference is that they sometimes need to be recharged.

The prostitute arrived early at my house. She was heavier than she appeared on her personal ad. Her age was about ten years older than advertised. Despite the claims in her email, she was not remotely a natural redhead.

She was perfect.

“Hello, are you Samuel?” she asked.

“Yes,” I lied. “And your name is Scarlet?”

“Yes,” she lied. One thing magicians and sex workers have in common is our use of aliases.

“Come on in,” I said.

As she stepped through my doorway of her own free will I took out the money we had negotiated. I gave it to her before she had a chance to ask for it. She gave it a quick count. I wasn’t offended. There are rules in sex work as powerful as any found in magical rituals. Come to think of it, I am not sure there are any rules in magic as important as the first rule of sex work; make sure you get paid.

“Ready, stud?” Scarlet asked.

“Yes, please undress in the living room while I get the book,” I said.

“Whatever you want,” she said in a way that thrilled me in a way I didn’t expect. Unlike most people who say things like that, I believed she was sincere.

Scarlett walked into the living room and glanced around but didn’t say anything. I wondered what she thought of the strange dark rug with the golden arcs. Did she think the multiple lit candles were there to set a romantic mood? If she had questions about the large crystal ball in the fire place, she didn’t voice them.

She pulled her halter top over her head in a slow luxurious manner to reveal round breasts held barely by a tight purple bra. Before proceeding she took a moment to shake out her bright red hair. Her belt was next as she slowly snaked it from around her waist. She hung her belt over her neck and I had a sudden vision of putting a leash on her that made my breath catch.

A knowing smile crossed her face and she turned around to present her firm ass to me. She unzipped and unbuttoned her pants out of my view before her fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants. Ever so slowly, she pulled her pants down as her hips shimmied back and forth. A beautiful pale ass presented itself as a purple thong disappeared between her buttocks.

Stepping out of her pants, she turned back to me. Her heels were still on. I was impressed at the stripper’s magic she possessed. How did she get those heels through the pant legs?

Scarlet grabbed her bra-clad breasts. She squeezed. She pulled. She writhed as she stood while she played with her breasts. She smiled again and reached back to unclasp her bra. One strap went down followed by the other. After a slight delay, she pulled her bra down to reveal her breasts.

They were lovely. A heart tattoo decorated the right one. Her areoles were large and dominated half her breast. Small pink nipples waited to be bitten.

She grabbed her breasts again. Painted fingernails sunk into pale flesh. It was easy to imagine my hands doing the squeezing.

Her hips began to sway and I knew what was next. She released her breasts and pressed her fingers against the wet spot on her panties. The fingers pressed down and she moaned. Up and down her fingers rubbed and her hips continued to dance.

This time I moaned. I may be a magician and have had sex with a thousand strange and beautiful creatures but I still appreciated a good performance. No, an excellent performance.

My moan brought another smile from her red lips. She brought her legs together and pulled her panties down to step out of them. When she stood back up, she ran her fingers through the lovely shaved lips of her sex.

I exhaled and turned to the book case. I took down Lords of Guilt by Ofit the Hung. The large book was lighter than it looked despite being the size and shape of a phone book. The dark leather binding felt warm in my hands. You had to look to notice the stains on the spine.

“This is the book I want you to use,” I told Scarlet.

She took it from me and looked it over. “It looks old. Are you sure it can take it?”

“It has before,” I said, “and it will again. Don’t worry. I won’t hold you responsible for any damage.”

She nodded with a professional’s confidence. “Alright, where would you like me?

“Here,” I said, pointing to the center of the rug. “If you could stay between this curve, and that one, that would be great.”

Again, Scarlet seem unfazed. Customers must make all sorts of weird requests.

“Got it, stud. Sit back and get comfortable.”

I took my place on the couch. Scarlet walked over to the rug and looked down at where I had pointed to. She studied them as acutely as any mage to make sure she stayed where she was supposed to. Her dedication to her job was the sexiest thing about her.

Scarlet began. She looked down at the book as if I wasn’t there. Her hand glided over the leather cover. A pink tongue licked red lips. Hips moved slowly back and forth.

She brought the book to her lips and kissed it. Another kiss and then another as she kissed her way to the spine of the book. There she stuck out her tongue and licked the spine from bottom to top. If the taste of the leather affected her, it didn’t show.

The air changed. The smell of filthy sheets assaulted my nose. I felt hot. The crystal ball in the fire place flickered briefly with unearthly light.

Scarlet didn’t notice or perhaps she didn’t feel it at all. She rubbed her cheek on the front of the book before pressing it to her breasts. Around and around she rubbed the book to her round plump breasts. Her hips swayed in time with her tit smothering.

Ofit would have liked her. The ancient pervert wrote endless odes to breasts. He wouldn’t have minded trading place with the book.

On the sixth circuit of tit cuddling, she slid the book down to her sex. Her breasts were red from being squeezed. The book left a quickly fading pink trail down the pale flesh of her stomach.

The book moved down to her sex. Scarlet moaned as if the book was a lover. She bit her lips. Her body spasmed as if she might have climaxed right there. A flush came to her cheeks.

Did she really come? Books were powerful. Could she feel all of Ofit’s many guilty pleasures? Or was she just that good of a sex worker? I wondered.

Still standing, Scarlet opened the book in front of her sex. She looked down and moaned. Her hips undulated and the book moved with her. The old pages were pressed against her sex.

“Oh fuck,” Scarlet moaned. Several candles were blown out by a wind I didn’t feel.

I wonder what she saw. Was it just text written in Ofit’s over large writing style? Or was it one of the many graphic woodcuts? I couldn’t tell from my angle. I hoped it was something visual and inspiring.

The book snapped shut. Scarlet jumped as if she was surprised. The smile returned and her hips went back into motion. The rest of her body joined the music-less dance of her hips.

Scarlet turned the book around so that the spine was facing her. She brought the book against the wet lips of her sex and she pressed hard against herself. A shiver went through her body and her breasts jiggled. A laugh fell from her lips and then she began to grind against the book.

I moaned again. She was a sight to behold. Her entire body moved as she humped the book in her hands. All of her focus was on the book. She tilted her head down and her long read hair formed a veil in front of her face.

She could have been an illustration in the book. Ofit would have been pleased.

Scarlet paused in her humping. She brought the book up to her mouth and kissed it again. Her longue flicked out and tasted herself on the spine. She peeked at me through her red hair and I felt the power of her lustful eyes slam into me.

I grunted. My pants were too tight. I popped the button on my pants and reached in.

Scarlet turned around. Her pale ass looked back at me. She returned the book back between her legs and resumed her former position except now I could admire it from the rear.

It was amazing to watch her ass clench with every thrust. The book slid up and down her sex between pale thighs. I could hear her moan and grunt as her body quivered.

My cock was hard in my hand. I pulled down my pants with none of Scarlet’s grace or performance. My need to have access to my cock overwhelmed any decorum.

She lifted the book and brought it behind her. Using one hand, she smacked the thick book into her bottom.

WHOMP! The book thudded into her ass.

WHOMP! She smacked her bottom again.

WHOMP! Her bottom was turning pink.

WHOMP! She stumbled forward a step before regaining her balance.

WHOMP! Ass cheeks clenched together.

WHOMP! One last spank before she turned around.

I wondered why she picked six spanks. That was one of the sacred numbers. Did she see the number in the book and subconsciously chose it? Did I ask her to do six in my email? Or was it just one of those happy synchronicities that happens in magic and sex work?

Scarlet fell to her knees and I forgot about numerology. She looked at my hard cock and licked her lips. In her eyes was a promise to swallow.

With all of my willpower, I stayed where I was and kept stroking my cock.

For a moment she pouted and then she went back to work. Every so lightly, she tapped one of her breasts with the book. She smiled and tapped her other breast. Both of her nipples were hard pink pebbles on her pale breasts.

She pressed the spine of the book against her chest between both breasts. Using her left arm, she wrapped her breasts together around the book. Pale flesh spilled over her arms and tightened around the book.

Up and down she slowly rubbed the book between her breasts. It was a movement of maybe two inches but you wouldn’t know it from watching her body. She shuddered, she groaned and she hugged that book as if was the greatest lover she had ever known.

I spat into my hand. In my excitement I had nearly rubbed myself raw. It was rare that I lose myself like that.

Scarlet leaned forward onto the carpet. She rolled over onto her back with her head pointed towards me. Her head and feet were outside the rug but it was okay; the books and her sex were where they needed to be.

Spreading her legs as wide as they could, she continued to hump the book. Her hips rose off the carpet to grind her sex into the book. Every thrust made her breasts jiggle in front of my watchful gaze.

She tilted her head back to look at me. Our eyes locked. She whispered my name as she fucked the book.

The crystal ball glowed in the fire place. A candle flared in intensity. I smelled old wood baking in a hot cottage.

It was almost time.

“This feels so good,” Scarlet said. When I looked in her eyes I believed her.

“I am so turned on right now,” she said. “I could do this all night. I am going to come on this nice thick book.”

“Yes,” I moaned back. I spat into my hand again and stroked faster.

“I can tell you like it,” Scarlet said. “Your big fat cock tells me how much you like it. I wouldn’t mind having that shoved right down my mouth.”

Blessed are the sex workers. They do what they are asked to do. They perform and add their own magic. They improvise and go beyond what is required to ensure your happiness and rewarding tip.

There was a reason I worked with prostitutes. I knew a local coven that would gladly recharge my books for me in exchange for participating in some of their rituals. There were several students of magic who would gladly masturbate with my book just for a chance to read the secrets within. One young lady would happily pay me just for the chance at having something so potent between her legs. They would all help me but they would ask questions or have demands. None of them would come and simply be what I needed.

Scarlet rolled onto her side. She scrawled around the rug until her sex was facing me. Lifting her leg, she gave me a better view of the book as it slid along her sex.

Shadows multiplied around her. I recognized past sex workers I had hired. To the left of Scarlet I saw the thick outline of Keysha humping an unseen book. To her right was the diminutive form of Asia, grinding away on a phantom book. Closest to me was the contortionist, Brittany, doing something I thought impossible.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Scarlet moaned. She didn’t see the shadows.

Other shadows joined us; forms I didn’t recognize. They filled the living room. Some peeked in through the windows. I felt them on the floor above us.

Eyes stared at me from the crystal ball in the fire place. One was blue and the other was blind. They seemed haunted and maybe embarrassed.

I nodded at Ofit and his eyes half closed in recognition.

“Fuck!” Scarlet cried. Her leg clamped down around the book. She bit her lip and shuddered. Her eyes clenched shut as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Did she climax or was she just that good at faking it? I would never know.

It didn’t matter. It was enough. I jumped to my feet. “Now,” I said.

Scarlet’s eyes popped opened. She rose to her knees with a supernatural quickness. The book was still between her thighs and pressed against her sex. Both hands held the book while her arms pushed her pale tits together.

I stood in front of her and kept stroking. Three strokes later, my cock released. A torrent of seed flew forward and landed on her presented tits.

“Give it all to me, stud,” Scarlet asked. “All of it.”

I did. I stroked until I was empty. I pumped my cock until a mess of seed covered her breasts. Some of that seed dripped onto the book and that was okay.

“Good,” I said. A smile of pleasure spread across my face.

“Good,” Scarlet agreed. Her smile was of a job well done.

May 012016
 

trialbycuriositycoverI was invited by the fantastic Dr. Faustus to write a guest issue for his long running webcomic, Tales of Gnosis College. The series concerns a certain special college where every other staff member or student is involved in mad science of an erotic nature. Every story is crammed with sex, science and wonderful plots.

As you can imagine, this was right in my area of expertise and I produced a story about a sorority testing their pledges. Creepy rooms, bondage and strangeness abound. It was a joy to write in Faustus’ universe and an even bigger joy to be able to tell a story and watch that story get illustrated by the great Lon Ryden.

This may be a guest appearance but I can assure you, if you are a fan of mine, this story is 100% what you would expect as a dirty webcomic from me. It is a self contained story with no previous Gnosis knowledge necessary.  I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out.

A new page posts every day starting with today’s lovely cover.

Cover Image is owned by Dr. Faustus and Lon Ryden.

Apr 272016
 

Amber sat down on the seat of the riding lawnmower. The hot plastic felt like a frying pan against her naked butt. She winced and gripped the wheel as her body acclimated to the heat.

Rachel, her domme, smirked. Amber had never seen her fully smile. She wondered if it was a domme thing or maybe just a Rachel thing. The older woman didn’t like questions.

“Quit your bitching,” Rachel said even though Amber hadn’t said anything. “The grass needs to be cut and you won’t see me doing it.”

Amber bit her lip. Sure, the grass needed to be cut but did she have to be naked to cut it? She wanted to say it but she could guess the answer and it would involve a lot of unpleasant slapping.

Rachel wasn’t finished. She picked up a Von Madd Thigh-Crusher vibrator and placed it against Amber’s thigh so that the large round dome at the end was pressed against Amber’s shaven sex. When she had it exactly where she wanted, she wrapped duct tape around Amber’s thigh to secure the vibrator in place.

“Oh Jesus,” Amber moaned and Rachel smirked again.

“Alright,” Rachel said. “Remember, I want even lines. If you do that curvy wave shit again I am going to take it out of your ass. I want a nice clean mowed yard.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amber said.

Rachel flipped the switch on the vibrator. It roared to life and power vibrations pounded Amber’s sex.

Amber gasped. The vibrations were overwhelming. She involuntarily spread her legs to get vibrator away from her sex.

WHAP! Rachel slapped Amber’s thigh. “Keep your legs together you little whore. And get to work!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Amber yelled. She closed her legs and shuddered under the force of the vibrator. Her finger missed the ignition button on the lawnmower but she clicked it on her third try.

The lawnmower engine fired up. It was loud but Amber was sure that the Von Madd vibrator was louder. She placed her foot over the gas pedal and released the brake. The lawnmower surged forward, jamming her sex onto the head of the evil vibrator.

Amber directed the lawnmower to the border between Rachel’s yard and the yard next door. It was hard to tell where one yard in the trailer park ended and the other started but Amber tried her best. If she got it wrong, she had no doubt that Rachel would correct her.

When she decided her spot, Amber began her straight line. She kept her hands tight on the wheel no matter how distracting the vibrator was. Rachel liked straight lines. Amber also liked being able to sit on her ass without crying. She guided the lawnmower as best she could.

The vibrator never ceased. It pulsed endlessly against Amber’s soaking wet sex. She tried to move her thigh but there was not much leg room on the lawnmower and she needed to keep her foot on the pedal. All she could do was ride and bear it.

The hot sun bore down on her. Sweat dripped all over her body. A pool formed in the seat of the lawnmower but Amber knew that wasn’t just sweat.

She reached the end of the yard and began her turn. Ever so carefully she turned the lumbering mower one hundred and eighty degrees. It turned as the vibrator continuously abused her sex. It turned as Amber struggled to hold onto the plastic wheel with her sweaty hands. It turned as the smell of cut grass filled Amber’s sinuses.

Amber began the second row of cutting. An orgasm threatened to explode within her. She didn’t know what to do. If she came, there was no way that she would be able to drive straight. The smart thing would be to stop and climax but Rachel didn’t like that. Her mistress called that wasting gas.

Biting her lips didn’t help. Sometimes she could stop an orgasm by pinching her nipple but she didn’t dare stop using two hands on the wheel. That just left pure force of will to keep from coming. Amber tried to focus on keeping the lawnmower straight and hoping that concentration could somehow ignore an orgasm.

It was impossible. The vibrations from the vibrator were intense but the lawnmower itself provided more sensations. The rumbling of the machine, the jiggling of her tits and the sensation-play of the sun combined to make Amber hyper-aware of her body.

She climaxed. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the wheel. She screamed her pleasure as she struggled to keep the lawnmower straight.

The wheel barely turned. Amber compensated and kept going straight. Maybe the deviation was too small for Rachel to notice.

Maybe.

Amber’s sex quivered as the vibrator kept pulsing. She was extremely sensitive after coming but there was nothing she could do. New tears came to her eyes that had nothing to do with sweat.

Someone waved at her from the trailer next door. It was Mr. Surry. He leaned against the rail of his deck while sipping from a glass.

Amber’s already flushed face blushed even deeper. This was the part she hated the most. Every one knew that Rachel hated mowing her grass. As soon as they heard the lawnmower, the neighbors came out to watch. Rachel never shared her submissive but she had no problem parading her on grass cutting day.

She reached the end of the yard near the road. Amber slowed down and spun the wheel around. The lawnmower slowly turned. She got it facing the right direction and began the long drive to cut a new row.

Mr. Surry was still watching. Amber tried to ignore him as the vibrator buzzed between her legs. Sweat gleamed on her naked body but she tried not to think about it. She kept her mind on the mostly straight line ahead of her.

Another orgasm bloomed within her. It grew and burst before she knew it. Her eyes closed in pleasure before snapping back open in fear. Thankfully, her hands had kept the wheel straight.

“Oh Jesus,” Amber moaned. She was only on the third row of grass to be cut and her pussy was a sensitive over-stimulated mess. How much more could she endure? More importantly, could she keep the damn lines straight?

On the fourth row she tried a new way to spread her legs and keep her foot on the pedal. It gave her sex a break but she came dangerously close to drifting the lawnmower to the right so she had to stop.

On the fifth row, Mr. Surry started to record her with his cell phone. She just knew he would be uploading the video to their neighbors later.

On the sixth row, Amber climaxed. The pleasure was secondary to the sensitized tenderness she was experiencing. She doubted that she would be able to climax again.

On the seventh row, she climax again. She also jerked the wheel as she came which caused her to leave her carefully driven lane.

On the eight row, Amber tried to cover the mistake she made by driving over most of the seventh row. All the while, the powerful vibrator hummed away at the most sensitive part of her body.

On the ninth row, Amber panted from the heat and vibrations. Her arms ached from the tension of trying to drive straight. She felt her pussy going numb from all of the stimulation.

Rachel came out of the trailer. She carried a tall glass of lemonade with one hand while the other hand waved at Amber to stop. As Amber pulled to a stop, Rachel came over and switched the vibrator off.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Amber said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Drink,” Rachel ordered and handed her the glass.

The lemonade was freshly made and with little sugar. The sourness attacked her tongue but Amber was thankful anyway. She forced herself to drink slowly.

“Mr. Surry is watching,” Rachel said. “Dirty motherfucker.”

Amber said nothing but she was glad that Rachel agreed. She kept sipping the tart lemonade.

“It looks like the Cleves are watching too,” Rachel said.

Amber glanced to her left and choked on her lemonade. Oh shit, she hadn’t even noticed them! The husband and wife were on their deck, each with a pair of binoculars.

“Are you embarrassed by them watching?” Rachel asked.

“Yes,” Amber said. “Very, very much.”

Rachel nodded sympathetically. “It sucks to be leered at. It makes one feel like a piece of meat. It is fucking degrading that one can’t do chores without being gawked at.”

Amber nodded and took a sip of lemonade. Her mistress understood!

“Oh, I saw you trying to mow over your mistake earlier,” Rachel said. The smirk was back and Amber’s blood ran cold.

“When you finish with our yard, drive over to Mrs. Surry and do his yard. After that, go over and do the Cleve’s.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amber said. There was nothing else to say.

Apr 232016
 

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Today I turn 43. Wow. I’m still writing. I’m still living. I’m still happy. Now bad.  I feel like I should have more wisdom than that but with the passing of David Bowie and Prince recently, I will happily take still being alive and still creating stuff. here’s to another year of doing that!

 

Birthday sketch card was provided by the always great, Jim8Ball

Apr 212016
 

There won’t be a story this week because my wife had LASIK surgery done on her eyes. The surgery went well even though they are literally cutting into her eyes with lasers and that still blows my mind. she has gone from legally blind without her glasses to 20/30 vision and that is likely to improve in the days to come.

The procedure itself was quick and easy but what I didn’t take into account is the recovery period. I was babysitting an adult for a few days who couldn’t read, text or play on her computer.  In other words, I got shit done this week.

Next Wednesday will resume our regular smut posting schedule.

Apr 132016
 

Darren heard a noise at his door. He put down his book and walked over to take a look. A large green envelope waited for him beside the door. Someone had slid it under the slender crack under his apartment door.

Nothing was written on the outside of the envelope. The smell of cinnamon emanated when he lifted the flap. Inside were sheets of brown paper. Small delicate handwriting filled the pages.

He walked back to his chair and sat down. His book was forgotten as he began to read.

“Dear Michael,”

Darren paused. He didn’t know a Michael. He felt like a voyeur but it passed. The message was passed under his door after all. He resumed reading.

“Dear Michael, I think of you every day. It begins with my cunt as I feel a terrible longing to be filled with your cock. Next, my nipples ached to be sucked on by your mouth. My ass yearns to sit on your lap once more and neck tilts as I recall the way you used to bite me just below my ear. It has been so long since you last claimed me but I remember every touch of your body.”

A flush came to Darren’s cheeks. He squirmed in his chair while he adjusted his pants.

“I saw you in the elevator. I said hello and you smiled shyly. You still don’t recognize me. I understand. You don’t remember the times we share. You have forgotten me but I know that one day you will remember me and on that day, I will drop to my knees and fuck your cock with my mouth.”

Darren closed his eyes. Who had he seen in the elevator lately? He assumed she must mean the apartment elevator. Was it that tall woman with the black hair? Or was it the busty woman with the short blonde hair? Surely it couldn’t have been the elderly woman who wears those red hats? Was it someone else he couldn’t think of right now?

“After seeing you again I couldn’t resist being closer to you. I waited the next day for you to go to your job. I know you leave every morning promptly at seven to go to the bus stop. I know you work every day fitting and repairing other women’s brasseries when it is my breasts you should be holding in your hands. I don’t blame you Michael for doing your job but I get so jealous sometimes.”

Darren adjusted his pants again before turning to the next page.

“When I knew you were gone, I came into your apartment. I won’t tell you how because that is my little secret and until you remember us, I don’t want you to do something foolish and prevent me from coming into your apartment. I will say, I think the plant you bought for the kitchen would do better in the living room near the light.”

Darren looked up at the plant. Yes, that was probably a better place for it.

“I went to your bathroom. The heat of your morning shower clung to my skin. A tremble went through me as I thought of you naked. In an act of desperation, I stripped off my clothes and stepped into your stall. I turned on the water and felt it spray against my body. It felt good to know I was naked in the same place that you are often nude. I hoped that perhaps when you shower, you somehow feel my presence there.”

Darren was sure that he would now.

“Your blue sponge hung on the shower head. It touches your body every day. It was still damp from washing you. I became terribly jealous of it but I reached a compromise. I took it down and sprayed your body wash onto it. I worked it into a lather and then I rubbed your sponge over my body.

It felt wonderful. I washed my breasts, imagining it was you washing me. I squeezed my ass with the sponge like I knew you would. I took my time lathering up my legs and arms. I took an extra long time to wash my lonely cunt with your sponge. I almost came in the shower but I held back.”

Darren’s mouth was dry. He paused to take a drink of water. He tried to remember if his blue sponge had felt any different lately.

“When my shower was done, I stepped out and dried myself using your towel. It was damp from your shower but I didn’t mind. It made me feel closer to you. Best of all was that now I smelled a lot like you. I thought about buying your brand of body wash but it wouldn’t be the same. I will just keep using yours.”

Darren understood this is why his body wash didn’t lasted as long as it used to.

“I went to your bedroom next. I was so turned on. Your scent was on me and it was driving me wild. At first I went to your dresser but then I had a better idea. I went to your laundry hamper and I pulled out one of your dirty pairs of underwear. It was grey with a red waistband.

That was when I went to your bed. You had made the bed but I pulled back the sheets and crawled in. I took your underwear and placed it on my face. I breathed in the smell of your crotch and wished that I could bury my face in your lap.”

Darren made another adjustment to his pants.

“My self control broke. I touched my wet cunt while I was under your sheets. I ground my naked ass into your bed. I gripped my breasts the way you used to do and I said all the filthy things that you love to hear. I did this for you even though you weren’t there. That is how much I miss you, Michael.

I pressed your underwear to my face. While my other hand fingered my cunt, I did my best to smother myself with your underwear. The smell of your crotch filled my lungs. My tongue licked at the material that once held your cock. This is how I climaxed and when I came, I screamed loud enough for your neighbor to knock on the wall.”

Darren blinked. He didn’t think his neighbors ever did that. Then again, he never gave them a reason.

“It felt so good to come in your bed. After I climaxed, I was able to control myself again. I climbed out of your bed and made the sheets. There was a damp spot but I left that for you. I hope you noticed it.”

Darren hadn’t. He was tempted to go look for it but knew better.

“I let myself out of your apartment. I hope you understand that I took your underwear with me. It still smells like you but now it also smells like my cunt. I am afraid that I have used it to masturbate with too often. I may need to return to get another pair soon.”

Darren nodded. He had wondered where those boxers went. He was afraid someone had stolen them at the laundry mat.

“Remember that I have and always will love you, Michael. I long for the day that your remember me and we can be together again. Waiting is hard but I know it is the right thing to do. We will be together again. Until then, I will always be your beloved.”

It was unsigned. Darren thought that made sense. If a longtime lover was writing to another, there would be no need for names.

Darren put the letter back in the green envelope. When he stood up, he had to adjust his pants to allow himself to walk. He went into the bedroom and walked over his nightstand. He opened the bottom drawer and added the envelope to the dozen other green envelopes he kept there.

Apr 062016
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty of the forty-four day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Ruthless Education Policy” by Royal Astronomers. My extremities have finally healed from the frozen world of the previous star system. I am able to masturbate with my fingers again.

Currently I am observing a large Unidentified Space Organism. Scanners are having a hard time getting consistent readings since the creature is the size of a major city back home. I have had to rely on visual observations and what I can tell you is that it looks like a big giant white jellyfish. It has a million tentacles, some of them several kilometers long.

I have been keeping my distance although it appears to be travelling in the same direction and more worryingly, at the same speed as my probe ship. Attempts at communication have failed and I can only surmise that it is unintelligent. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Damn right I have been keeping my distance. Every thing I have encountered in space that has tentacles has tried to fuck and eat me. I don’t mind the fucking but I am in no mood to be consumed by a giant space jellyfish.

Vaquel Di leaned back on Chairbot. The robot chair was sulking because Vaquel had draped a plush fur blanket over it. The ass-loving robot was upset that it couldn’t feel the contours of Vaquel’s plump naked ass but that was too bad. Vaquel loved the way that the fur felt against her skin and that was all there was to it.

The observation window was open so that Vaquel could look at the USO outside. Bright white light filled the navigation bay and almost turned Vaquel’s short pink hair white. Her dark brown skin soaked in the rays and felt warm. The glass should have prevented any heat from coming in but Vaquel could swear that she felt like she was on a beach. It must have been a trick of her mind.

Vaquel watched the dance of the USO’s tentacles. Why were they swaying back and forth? Were they collecting space dust for nutrients? Could they be gathering solar particles like her space ship’s solar sails do? If only these damn scanners could get the same reading twice, she might actually learn something.

In the meantime, Vaquel could watch. Watching that many tentacles in motion only served to enflame her libido. Although some of the tentacles were large enough to crush starships, there were hundreds more small enough to entertain a certain horny space explorer.

Vaquel stretched out her legs and set them on the control panel. There were worn spots on the controls from previous times she had assumed this position. She leaned back and the pouting robot chair adjusted to support her back. Soft purring vibrations penetrated the thick fur and stimulated her ass.

She looked down at her pussy. A thick bush of pink hair glistened with her desire. She pressed down with her hand and felt the moist heat stir within her. Her hips bucked against her hand. A teasing shiver ran through her.

The tentacles continued to sway in front of her. They curled and lashed in the emptiness of space.

Vaquel imagined one of the smaller tentacles reaching for her. It would slip into a crack in the ship. Some strange quality of the tentacle would stop the air from escaping through the air it made. It would glide in behind her and when she least expect it, wrap around her throat.

Two of Vaquel’s fingers pressed inside. She gasped as her pussy was penetrated. She moaned as she imagined the white glowing tentacle wrapping around her neck. It would be hard to breathe and she would be taken completely by surprise.

She stroked faster. Other tentacles would enter the crack made by the first. As she struggled, they would attack. She had met plenty of tentacle monsters these last few years. She remembered the feel of them wrapping around her wrists. She knew their strength as they pulled apart her legs. Despite their thinness, tentacles could be stronger than most metals.

Vaquel kept her legs straight and still. Her free hand stayed on Chairbot’s armrest. As her fingers stroked deeper, Vaquel did her best to stay absolutely still.

The tentacles did more than restrain her. Sometimes they slapped her ass with a fury that made her cry. Other times that coiled around her tits tighter than any vise. Sometimes the tentacles were cold and slippery while other times they were warm and sweated a strange musk.

Vaquel looked out the observation port and wondered how the USO’s tentacles would feel.

She thought about other things the tentacles could do. They could push her lips apart and enter her mouth. They could wiggle against her clenching ass and fill her tight anus. One really thick tentacle could burrow into her wet pubic bush and fill her greedy little sex and fuck her silly.

Vaquel was close to coming. There was a third finger now and all three fingers were busy inside her. In one thrust she kept them together to simulate a thick tentacle and then on the next thrust she would wiggle her fingers to mimic multiple tentacles inside her.

It didn’t take long to come.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Pleasure exploded within her sex and she felt the many tentacles of her pleasure rush through her body.

“WARNING!” the ship computer announced. “Unidentified Space Organism has violated proximity standards!”

Vaquel sat up in an instant. The glowing white jellyfish was extending towards her. The large mass at the center shifted in her direction. It was moving terribly fast for something so large.

“No,” Vaquel said. With fingers slick and sticky, she punched in a new heading for the ship. “Couldn’t even let me enjoy my afterglow.”

The ship’s engines roared. The USO was big and fast but the probe ship was made to flee and live another day. The white creature on the view screen quickly shrunk as the probe ship sped away.

The USO vanished. Vaquel blinked. Even at this speed they shouldn’t be out of the sight of it by now.

“WARNING!” the ship computer announced again. “Unidentified Space Organism has violated proximity standards!”

White light filled the navigation pod. Warning lights flashed. A giant tentacle pressed against the observation port.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel screamed. She looked at the scanner. The USO was right on top of them. How was that possible?

The ship shook. Something had grabbed it.

“Mistress!” Chairbot yelled from under her. “How can I protect you?”

“Hush,” Vaquel said. There were procedures for this kind of thing. There were four buttons she could press to activate four different violent solutions. She picked one and slammed her fist on the button.

A powerful shock ran through the ship. Screens flickered random information before going dark. The smell of ozone filled the air. The fur blanket emitted a flash of light.

Vaquel cried out but her scream died in her throat. She fell back into Chairbot and then slid onto the control. The robot’s chair controls had gone limp. When she landed on the ground her head landed facing Chairbot. All of his operational lights were off.

She tried to curse but couldn’t move her mouth. Her body refused her orders to move. She could blink and maybe wiggle a finger but that was it.

This was bad. The USO must have shocked the ship with something. Right now her vessel was dead in space and she couldn’t move. Hopefully both were temporary.

The gravity field shut down and she began to float. She looked out the observation port but all she could see was white light. There were no sounds of hull breaches so maybe the USO wasn’t trying to get in. Perhaps it was content to stun her and move one.

There was white light above her. A white circle formed on the ceiling of the hull and a tentacle slipped in. If Vaquel could move she would have held her breath but it was unnecessary, the tentacle hadn’t breached the ship.

More tentacles pushed in and none of them left a hole. Vaquel’s mind started racing. Was this some sort of phase technology? Sometimes you can trick the laws of physics to let one object pass through the density of another; was this creature able to do it naturally?

Shit, it would go a long way to explaining why she could never get a good scan on the being. It might have been only partially in this universe. That might also explain how to move so fast. It merely stepped out of this universe and came back somewhere better.

The tentacles moved towards her. Vaquel tried to sigh and failed. Well, at least she understood what was about to do Queen knows what to her body.

The first tentacle touched her floating breast. It was a gentle poke. Vaquel’s breast jiggled in the zero gravity.

Another tentacle wrapped around one of her still wet fingers. She felt the moisture sucked softly from her finger.

Something pressed against her butt. She tried to clench against the inevitable invasion but it didn’t come. The tentacle seemed content to wiggle against the curve of her ass.

What was going on? Was it checking her out? Had it never encountered a being like her? Was it trying to see if she was edible?

Vaquel floated helplessly as tentacles poked and pushed her body. Spherical drops of her desire floated along side her. She had just climaxed but the fantasy of being held and used was still with her. As relieved as she was to not being killed or maimed, she was a bit disappointed at not getting groped and fucked.

Was there a way to communicate to the curious tentacles? Vaquel didn’t see how. She couldn’t move. Wait, that wasn’t completely true. Her eyes could move. She was breathing. Maybe there was other parts that could move.

A tentacle touched her lips. Vaquel willed her lips to open but they didn’t budge. She tried to get her tongue to move and lick the tentacle but it was no use.

A tentacle tapped against her ass. She tried to clench her firm buttocks but they wouldn’t move.

A tentacle rubbed against her breasts. Her nipples hardened on their own but the USO didn’t seem to notice.

The tip of a tentacle pressed against her sex. It rubbed against the slick bush of her sex. A glancing touch flicked against her pussy lips.

Vaquel clenched. It was an automatic response.

The tentacle paused. It glided across her pussy lips again.

Her sex clenched again.

Vaquel wondered if the tentacle noticed. There was no telling what senses a creature that could slip between solid matter possessed. She prayed to her distant Queen that the creature sensed her clenching sex.

A tentacle pressed down on her nipple. Vaquel’s sex clenched in desire.

More tentacles moved towards Vaquel’s pelvis. Yes, it had noticed. Now it was curious.

A thick tentacle pressed against the lips of her sex. Vaquel shuddered as the tiniest tip of it entered her.

The tentacles around swirled in the air around her.

The thick tentacle pressed deeper. More of it slipped inside Vaquel. It was maddeningly slow as it began to fill her greedy sex.

Vaquel clenched around the tentacle. It pulsed inside her.

“Oh sweet Queen,” Vaquel thought. Did it think the clenching was communication? Was there a clenching sequence that meant “fuck me” in space jellyfish?

A tentacle pressed against her ear. It wiggled in and pulsed. When nothing pulsed back, it wiggled out.

The tip of a slender tentacle pressed against her anus. Vaquel’s ass tightened around it. The tentacle pulsed excitedly back.

A rather large tentacle moved in front of her mouth. Vaquel’s eyes widened as she saw the girth of it. She hoped it wasn’t going to try to go inside her mouth.

It did. Wiggling against her lips, it forced her jaw open and pushed in. Vaquel tensed and her sex clenched with excitement and fear. The tentacle in her mouth responded by pulsing with vibrations.

Vaquel tried to moan and failed. She had gotten her wish. She was triple-penetrated by a tentacle beast. She was also helpless although it was due to muscle paralysis instead of bondage but fuck it, horny explorers can’t be choosers.

Now she just needed to get the damn thing to fuck her.

The USO pulsed harder. Maybe it was looking for a specific response. All Vaquel could do was clench around the tentacles in her sex and ass. She tried to lick the tentacle in her mouth but her tongue was still beyond her control.

Other tentacles began to experiment. Two tentacles worked on her breast, squeezing and pulsing as if trying to get her big brown mounds to communicate,. All they succeeded in doing was making her sex clench tighter.

Tentacles wrapped around her toes and gently pulled. One tentacle brushed back and forth against the hair on her head. Curious tentacles danced along her thighs. One tentacle tip traced the lines of her spine.

Vaquel moaned. She was surprised by her ability to make sound but not as surprised as the USO was. All of the tentacles pulsed with stronger vibrations.

She moaned again. Was the paralysis wearing off, or was she just too turned on to be silenced any more?

The tentacle inside her sex began to pull out. Vaquel trembled as the thickness left her. The tentacle paused and went back inside her. She trembled again.

“Yes, you stupid thing,” Vaquel thought. “Friction makes more clenching. I’ll teach you how to fuck yet!”

The tentacle waited inside her for a few moments before pulling part way again. Vaquel clenched and the tentacle pushed back in to pull out again.

Other tentacles tried to reproduce this experiment. The tentacle in her lips fucked her mouth. The tentacle in her ass plunged deep inside her.

Even the non-penetrative tentacles decided to act. The tentacles on her tits groped with an increased pace. Tentacles slithered quickly between her fingers and toes. A furry of taps sensitized her back.

Vaquel groaned. This was good. She floated in her space ship at the mercy of a curious space jellyfish. The fucking was slow but it was steady.

The sound of her wet sex getting fucked grew louder and louder within the dead space ship. More perfect spheres of liquid desire floated around her. They sparkled in the white light filling the ship.

One of the tentacles caught a floating sex drop in front of Vaquel. The white tentacle flashed blue for a moment.

Other tentacles swarmed around Vaquel. They sought and caught the floating drops. The ship interior flashed blue as more and more drops were caught.

When there were no more drops to catch, the tentacles flocked around Vaquel’s sex. She could feel them touching and sliding across her pussy. They sucked the juices from her skin and her pubic hair. The tugged at her soaking lips while she was being fucked by the thick tentacle inside her.

Vaquel shuddered. Another moan escaped her lips. Her ass clenched despite the tentacle fucking it. Sucking lips tightened around the tentacle fucking her mouth.

The USO noticed her new movement even if the horny explorer did not. The tentacles increased their pace. They fucked her ass, mouth and sex with new urgency. The pulsing became stronger until they made an audible hum.

Vaquel was in bliss. The vibrations were so strong that her entire body felt like one giant vibrator. The fucking was she was becoming a quivering mess. Every greedy tentacle sucking on her sex was urging her faster and faster to orgasm.

She climaxed. A scream erupted from her throat even thought it was being fucked.

The tentacles responded to her body climaxing by fucker her faster. The pulsing only grew stronger the more she spasmed. The tentacles sucked harder at the juices flowing from her body.

Vaquel came again. This time her body came to life and she was able arch her back and clench her thighs around swarming tentacles.

The USO didn’t slow down. It fucked her mouth with renewed fury. It pounded her ass with swift hard thrusts. It fucked her sex like it needed it more than she did. It sucked the sex juices from her body but also the sweat from her skin and the spit from her mouth.

Vaquel came again. She screamed her orgasm with a fierce passion.

It was too much. Even a greedy slut like Vaquel had her limits. She could move again and she started to pull at the tentacles inside her.

To her surprise, the USO let her go. The tentacles withdrew from her body and stopped touching her. They pulled back and left the probe ship.

“Wow, a polite tentacle creature,” Vaquel said.

The ship came back to life. Lights turned on. The hum of the engine returned. Information panels came to life.

Vaquel had a split-moment to orient herself before the gravity was restored. She landed on her feet but her knees were too weak from the fucking to stand. The well fucked explorer dropped down to all fours.

“Mistress!” Chairbot said. “I am back online! Was your beautiful ass harmed?”

“No,” Vaquel said. “The rest of me is okay too. Thanks for fucking asking!”

She stood up and touched her sex. She was dry to the touch. It was weird to have been fucked so well but sucked dry.

“Shall we activate our weapons and shoot the USO?” Chairbot asked.

“Shut up,” Vaquel said. She stumbled over to the scanners and sat down. Chairbot zoomed under her and took his place. He happily groaned as her bare settled into him.

The USO was moving away. It was headed into deep space. The speed it moved was incredible.

Where was it going? Was it searching for more intelligent life to “communicate” with? Was it going to molest other sentients in their space ships? Did Vaquel unleash a sexual predator on the universe?

That was a pleasant thought. Vaquel leaned back as Chairbot accommodated her. She fell into an exhausted sleep with a smile on her face.