Jun 292016

When it comes to magic, the more famous something is, the less that is known about it. The reason we quest for rare tomes and mythical places is not because we know what we will find but because we are unsure of what we might find. Magic is about infinite possibilities. If you want certainty in your work, go become a scientist.

That is why I was here, deep underneath the Appalachian Mountains, walking a cave system mapped by a blind madman, guided by a glowing light summoned from a forgotten grave, wearing a necklace crafted by talking apes, and wearing a wristband made from the pubic hair of a cam model. I was in search of a place that many talked about but few had visited and fewer had agreed on what was there. This was a quest worthy of years of magical work and research.

In other words, I came here to find out about a mystery. Specifically, the Garden of Vu, one of the Seven Secret wonders of the World.

After I passed an arch made of green rock, I heard the sound of falling water. My ball of light vanished but there was a brighter light was up ahead. I walked carefully over uneven rock towards the light. My necklace fell apart and joined the debris on the ground. A sharp rock snagged my wristband and it was torn from me. My cock grew hard and I was tempted to stop and jack off.

I kept going. The tunnel opened into a cavern too large to comprehend. A torrent of silver light spilled from an impossible height. The light crashed into the river before me and I understood that the light was actually water. Or maybe the water was light? More likely it was both. Imagine liquid moonlight and you would be close to visualizing it.

The river glowed with an eerie light that allowed me to see that it stretched for miles. The roof of the cave was too high to see. Cavern was too small of a word for where I was.

Vegetation stretched out along side the river. Odd plants that defied description bloomed and flourished in the flickering pale light. There was a kind of grass here but it was softer than a feather. Fruit grew in abundance and hung from trees, bushes and vines.

It was gorgeous. The cryptic descriptions of this place had failed to convey the unearthly beauty. I walked in a daze, trying to see it all and burn it into my memory.

A smell hung in the air. Musky, fragrant and inherently divine. It came from the plants. The smell was on the tip of my tongue and it wasn’t until I closed my eyes that I recognized it.

The smell was pussy. No, it was multiple pussies. I was surrounded by the intimate smell of women.

Well, that explained the erection I had.

I looked at a fruit hanging from one of the vines. It might have been white but then everything looked white in the light of the river. The fruit was shaped like an orange except it was softer to the touch. My mouth watered to look at it.

What to do? Some have said that eating fruit from the Garden of Vu will grant you immortality and eternal youth. Others have said that if you eat of the Garden of Vu, then you can never leave. One savant warned that one must never take from the Garden or you will be cursed.

Mind you, none of these wise people had actually been to the Garden Of Vu.

I plucked the fruit from the vine and took a bite. It was like biting into a chocolate cake. No, chocolate cake was a poor attempt to simulating what this fruit tasted like. Sweetness, bitterness and pleasure mingled in my mouth.

Holy shit, that was good. I finished the fruit and examined my hands. Was I younger? Did I feel immortal? Not really. I walked to the exit of the cave and nothing compelled me to stop. As far as I could tell, the fruit hadn’t changed me at all.

I wasn’t counting my erection. My cock was throbbing and it was hard not to touch myself. I shed my pants and even took off my underwear because the touch of fabric on my cock was too distracting. Was this because of the fruit?

More likely it was because everything here smelled like pussy.

Since I was half-naked, I decided to remove my pack and shirt as well. It took a week of walking through tunnels to get here and I was in desperate need for a bath. The river looked nice and there was no way that I was passing up a chance to swim in something so exotic.

The river had its own myths. Swimming in it was supposed to cure disease. It also might transform you into a plant. It is a deeply held belief of one certain cult that bathing in the river will help you ascend to godhood.

I stepped into the river. The water was cool but not cold. My tired muscles relaxed almost instantly. I submerged completely into the water before floating back to the surface.

My body didn’t change into a bush. As far as I knew, I wasn’t resistant cure of anything. I reached out with my mind but no divine powers revealed themselves.

Once again, the only thing of note was my throbbing manhood. The cool water did nothing to relax my erection. I might actually have grown harder. A great urge to fuck something and fuck it now came over me.

I laughed. It was the excitement of finding this place; nothing more. Years of research, preparation and exploration had brought me to one of the greatest secrets in the unknown world. Of course I was hard.

The waterfall crashed beside me. Sometimes I thought it was just a waterfall brightly lit and other times I thought it was dropping light into a pool of water. The more I looked at it, the more indecisive I became.

Other questions came to mind. Where did the water or light fall from? What was at the top? Could I climb up there? Should I climb up there? Was this place a natural creation of magic or did someone make it all?

I sunk into the water. It would take a lifetime to answer all of these questions. Or, it may just take an afternoon’s exploration. Either way, today I was just going to relax and enjoy myself. I had earned it.

Something kissed my cock. Lips wrapped around the side of my cock and a tongue flicked briefly. There was a tug and then the lips were gone.

I kicked back up the surface. My hand searched but found nothing. The river was too bright for me to look into it.

Did I imagine it? Maybe it was a fish. I didn’t think so. My cock had been kissed, sucked, groped and fucked enough times to know when a woman’s mouth had been on it.

Maybe I wasn’t alone. I swam lazily back to shore. My cock wanted to stay for another kiss but I was more cautious.

Nothing stopped me as I climbed out of the water. I checked my cock and other than being incredibly sensitive, it seemed fine.

I left my clothes where they were and walked naked. A slight breeze came from the waterfall and it felt great on my skin. The grass was soft beneath me and I enjoyed the feel of the dirt on my feet.

Something in the grass caught my eye. It was the bones of a person’s hand. They had broken free of the dirt and wear reaching up. A gold ring bore the insignia of a college in Italy.

Well, now. It was written that many explorers of the Garden of Vu never returned and this must be one of them. I wondered if they died naturally or if something killed them. There are spells that let you talk to the dead but quite frankly, the dead were terribly depressing to talk to if they talked at all. After such a nice swim, I just wasn’t in the mood to try.

I did take a closer look around me. A skull rested inside a bush of shimmering leaves. A discarded backpack with climbing supplies was propped against a tree. The skeletal remains of a foot broke the ground near a lovely flower that as wide as my head. Every where I looked, there were signs of departed travelers.

The wise thing to do would be to get out of here. I toyed with the idea but never seriously. The Garden was too beautiful. The sound of the waterfall was too soothing. The taste of these fruit was too enticing. I wasn’t going anywhere.

After a thorough search, I found a more recent corpse beside a small sapling. An older woman, covered in blue Wiccan tattoos, laid peacefully in the grass. She was naked, and judging by her condition, maybe dead for a week. There was no mark on her to show how she had died though there were tiny scratches on her thighs.

Strangest of all was the ground around her. She was half-submerged into the dirt. It looked less like she had been buried and more like she had sunken into the earth.

My eyes were drawn to the sapling. It was the youngest plant I had seen in the garden. It stood a foot high and leaves had begun to bud. The leaves were the same shade of blue as the woman’s tattoos.

I was intrigued. Had the woman’s corpse fertilized the ground and influenced the plants? That wasn’t how normal botany works but we were in a magic garden.

It was something to think about. I thought about it as I pulled some nuts from a nearby bush and began to eat. The nuts tasted like marinated steak, freshly grilled. The surprise of the flavor as well as the delicious quality caused me to close my eyes and moan out loud.

Someone kissed my ass. Delicate fingers pulled at my buttocks so they could reach my ass. A small tongue pressed against my asshole. Warm breath exhaled from a nose tight against my ass.

I opened my eyes. The mouth was still there. The tongue licked my asshole with small gentle swipes.

My cock ached to be touched.

I reached behind me, careful not to turn my body. My fingers touched thick silky hair.

The mouth licked harder. The tip pushed and slipped inside my asshole. The delicate fingers dug sharp nails into my ass.

“Who are you?” I asked.

The mouth moved away. The hair slipped from my grasping fingers. Clutching fingers let go of my ass.

I turned around. My body cast a long shadow across the strange plants. There was no one there.

It was another mystery for this secret place.

I went back to eating. After a few more meaty nuts, I tried some berries that tasted like creamy mushrooms. To wash it down I drank from the river.

Nothing kissed, fondled or molested me. It was very disappointing.

After my meal I took care of some biological functions. It felt wrong to leave waste in such a beautiful garden but it was a garden after all. I made a note of where I went so I could come back and investigate to see if there were any negative effects.

It had been a long day and I was getting tired. I was tempted to return to the river but I resisted. First some sleep and then I’ll swim.

The river gave off a lot of light so I looked for some place relatively dark. I found it under an enormous flower the size of a car. The petals bent towards the river and nearly blocked all of the silver light behind it. It was for sleeping.

I kept my sleeping bag bundled up so I could use it as a pillow. As soon as I stretched out on the ground, I sighed with pleasure. This was nice. The ground beneath me was soft. The smell of pussy was oddly soothing. My eyes closed in the comforting shade of the flower.

Something touched my cock. I wasn’t surprised. My eyes stayed closed as small fingers ran down the length of my shaft.

There was something on my lips. I opened my mouth and a weight pressed down on my lips. My tongue touched a nipple. Ah, it was a breast. Someone very well endowed was pressing their breast to my face.

Something warm and fuzzy touched my ankle. Smooth skin gripped the sides of my leg. The warm and fuzzy thing became very slick. It rubbed back and forth and I recognized it as a pussy.

A mouth went to my cock. It kissed the side of my cock starting at the base and working towards the tip. Wet spit was left behind with each kiss.

A second mouth kissed my cock at the tip. It nibbled with tiny gentle bites as it descended down the length of my cock. Each playful bite brought a moan from my lips.

A third mouth kissed my cock. Lips wrapped around the tip of my cock and stayed there. It sucked gently as the other two mouths moved up and down.

Now I opened my eyes. There was nothing but darkness. Shapes moved but I could barely see them.

My head was gently pushed down. Another breast pressed against my face. I sucked on the breast that was offered to me before moving on to a third breast and then a fourth.

How did all of these people fit around me in the shade of the flower? My hands tried to figure that out. I touched soft abundant flesh. My fingers went through silky longer hair. My grip squeezed large curves that belonged to small bodies.

Yes, they were short. I guessed they were barely four feet tall, if that. Their bodies were those of women with large breasts, wide hips, and hairy wet pussies.

A chill ran through me. I remembered a myth about a small race of men who lived deep underground. They were called the Dark Lords and they were cruel and savage beings. They created machines of pleasure and sexual torment. They occasionally came to the surface and kidnapped human women.

But, these bodies were hardly cruel. There was no sadism in the sucking of the three mouths on my cock. I sensed no brutality from the breasts pressed to my mouth. Plus, these bodies were distinctly women and not male.

These must be something entirely different. Or maybe if there are Dark Lords, could there also be Dark Ladies?

The mouth on the tip of my cock lowered. Inch by inch she swallowed my cock. The other two mouths went to my scrotum, each devoting loving licks to my lucky balls.

I stopped caring about who or what they were at this point.

My hand was pulled down and pinned to the ground. Before I could become concerned, small thighs mounted my wrist. I pushed my fingers up into a furry pussy. The thighs clenched tighter around me.

Someone mounted my shin and leaned down to suck my toes. I felt their small heavy breasts rub against my ankle.

The woman grinding on my other leg was joined by a second and then a third. Their wet sexes smeared their juices against my skin. Judging by the constant shifting of weights, they were playing with each other as they humped my leg.

Mouths kept sucking on my cock and balls. Their lips and tongues might have been small but their throats were bottomless. One mouth would suck me while other mouths rained kisses on my crotch. As soon as one mouth tired of sucking, another mouth took its place and then another.

Small fingers pulled on my nipples. Full breasts pressed against my face. Round bottoms slid across my chest. I was being buried in a pile of softness.

A breast left my mouth and was replaced with something wet and hot. I opened my lips to lick the pussy that was lowered onto my face. Small but powerful thighs wrapped around my head and squeezed.

Her pussy was delicious. It tasted fragrant like a flower. The juices were oddly refreshing. I couldn’t help moan as I devoured her sex.

My moans were the only sounds. They made no noise no matter how hard they sucked. Despite the constant shuddering as they grinded on me, they never uttered a single moan.

The thighs clenched tighter around me and I felt her body shudder. I tried to lift my arms to hold onto her but they were pinned down by so many small bodies. All I could do was lick, nibble and suck as she pleasured herself on my face.

Eventually she shuddered for a final time and rapidly stood up. I craned my head and squinted in the darkness. The flower blocked too much light. If the women on top of me had bodies, I certainly couldn’t see them.

New thighs wrapped around my head and forced me gently back down into the dirt. My mouth opened to receive a fresh pussy already soaked with desire. She tasted like honeysuckle freshly picked.

Other things changed as well. The women humping my leg left and replaced by mouths licking up the juices left behind. Someone carefully managed to get my big toe inside their tight pussy. The sex I was fingering was replaced with a very plump ass and a tight asshole to explore. My other hand had a mouth sucking on each finger.

Best of all, the mouths on my crotch moved away to be replaced with a very wet and very snug sex. She slowly lowered onto my girth and gradually accommodated me. Despite the tightness, she got all of me inside her.

My unseen lover fucked my cock. Helping hands massaged by balls as the woman mounting me rocked back and forth. I tried to fuck her back but the weight of the bodies was too great. It wasn’t needed; the woman was more than capable.

I stopped trying to do anything and relaxed into the orgy of bodies. My mouth ate the pussy on top of me for my own pleasure. I allowed my arms and legs to be used for grinding sexes and hungry mouths. Sometimes I remembered my finger was deep in a woman’s ass and I would fuck it. All in all, I might have been a terrible participant but I was more willing to let them use me as they wished.

The sex around my cock humped faster and harder. My resistance was at an end. With a mighty shout, I climaxed inside the unseen woman. I roared my pleasure as dozens of bodies writhed on top of me.

It was a powerful orgasm. I became aware of every part of my body, and everyone touching it. Every spurt of seed that left my body became a miniature orgasm. By the time by cock was finally drained, I was drifting into an euphoric sleep.

I awoke some time later. My eyes opened and my mouth curled into a smile. My body felt rejuvenated. That might have been the most restful sleep I have experienced in years.

My body was half-submerged into the dirt. It took a small bit of effort to pull myself out. When I got up, I left behind a perfect outline of my body.

Something more interesting had my attention. A small growth had sprouted from the ground just inches beside my outline. It hadn’t been there before. This was new and must have emerged while I slept.

I saw it because the light from the river was directly on it. The flower that I had been using for shade had been pruned. A petal was missing and a beam of river light was directly on the new plant.

The new growth was barely a twig. It had small buds growing along the length. It was hard to tell in the silver light, but I was sure that the buds were the same color of white as my hair.

This was interesting. I had no doubt that this plant was a part of me. More specifically, it was grown from me, most likely directly from my seed. I was a father.

I stood up and looked around for any sign of the women that had fucked me. Of course there were none unless you counted the endless trees, bushes, flowers and vines growing along the length of the silver river.

This made a lot of sense. I suspected that no one killed the corpses that I had found. They probably just never left. They stayed and fucked until they woke no more.

The idea was tempting to me. There could be no better place to pass away. I was still on a physical and emotional high from the afterglow.

I looked down at the offspring of my loins. What strange fruit would it bear one day? What kind of botanical beauty would it grow into? How will it compare to the other bizarre and wondrous things that grew here?

There was only one way to find out. I had to leave and come back later. Maybe it will take a year or more but I would have to come back much later to answer that question. There would be no answers if I stayed until the the ground swallowed my well-fucked body.

I sighed. The decision to leave this paradise had been made. It would take another few years to gather the resources needed to return. Already I could feel the work that would be involved as well as the harshness of leaving all this beauty and pleasure behind.

But, no one said I had to leave today.

Jun 222016

Hey there young man, step right up. Don’t be shy. My name is Mrs. Payson. Excuse me for not getting up but I am trying to get my sun for the day. You don’t mind talking to a nude lady laying out in the sun, do you? Of course you don’t. You live here in Hornbeam Estates.

“Why thank you for your compliment. I know I am getting on in years and I don’t look like the young ladies I see around her but I like to think my body is still pretty good. My tits might sag a bit but they are still bigger than what most people got.

I see that you’re admiring my pool. Pretty nice, isn’t it? I have the biggest and deepest pool in all of Hornbeam Estates. Fifty-four inches of wall height, eleven inches of resin high seat, with interlocking steel stabilizer bars unlike that flimsy pool that’s in lot twelve. You can fuck in my pool and the walls won’t be bursting on you.

Can you get in? Well now, that depends. Everyone wants to use my pool and if I let everyone use it, there wouldn’t be any room for me. I do make allowances for handsome young men and open minded young women. Why don’t you pull down your pants and let me see if you can get in.

Oh my, you aren’t shy at all. You pulled them right down as soon as I asked. I should have asked sooner! Let’s see what you got there. Come closer so I can touch it.

Hmm, pretty long even when limp. Oh my, pretty thick when hard as well. The shaved balls are pretty to look at. Yes, this is a fine looking dick you have here. I would be proud to have it in my pool.

Wait, hold your horses, not just yet! Get back over here. I would like a small admission fee. I guess you could call it an emission fee. You don’t get it? Pity.

Forget my jokes and start pulling on your dick. That’s right, I want to see you jack it. I want to see you come. More specifically, I want you to come on my big tits.

Why? You ask a lot of questions for a pretty boy. I notice that you’re stroking it though. It is really simple; I like watching pretty men come. There is nothing like feeling a man’s hot seed falling on me on a pretty summer day.

Oh my, I believe you have gotten even bigger. Oh, I like it when you spit on your cock. Very manly. You look good even to lick.

Maybe later. Just keep jacking it.

You don’t know how hard it is living here, with all these naked beautiful young people showing off their bodies while they go about mowing the grass, jogging in the nude or just fucking in their yards. It is enough to make an older gal like myself a little insecure.

Ah, that is sweet of you to say. Don’t get me wrong, I know I can out-fuck almost every one here. When I fuck someone, I spoil them for every one else. That is one of the reasons I moved out here. I had to get away from my smitten former lovers.

Oh look, you’re about to come. I know that look. Just look at my luscious tanned tits and let your seed fly.


Oh yes.

Keep pumping, I want it all.

Very good.

Now shake it. You can smear your tip on my nipple if you want.

Mmm, very good.

Now get in the pool young man. Relax and soak in the water. Get your strength back up.

I’m going to stay out here until I get my morning sun. Maybe someone else will come over and join us.

Jun 152016

Darren examined each piece of lingerie in turn. Three of the five brassieres would need to have semen stains removed before he could repair the cups. Two pairs of stockings would need to be re-netted. Of the five pairs of panties, three had tears in the front while two had cuts in the back.

He wrote his estimate for the lot and passed it to the customer.

The customer took her time reading the estimate. That allowed Darren to get a better look at her. She was young, maybe younger than Darren. Her long brown hair was as straight as measuring tape. Full lips were a deeper shade of red than Darren had seen before. A flimsy pink shirt stretched across what Darren estimated to be 32A cups. A white skirt wrapped around shapely hips above long tanned legs.

Her purse bore the logo of Egor Tech University. So did her watch, her earrings and her socks. Like most students at Egor Tech, she was happy to show it off.

It took her an awfully long time to read the itemized bill. She frowned and Darren felt like he had done something wrong.

“Is there a problem, Miss?” Darren asked.

“My name is Danielle,” she said. “And this is too much. I already spent my allowance for this week at the nail salon.

Darren wasn’t sure how to answer that. He glanced down at her nails. They were long, pretty and pink. “Uh, that’s too bad.”

The student smirked. “It might be your lucky day then. How about you fix my underwear and in exchange, I let you eat my pussy.”

“Excuse me?” Darren said.

“You heard me,” she said. Reaching down, Danielle pulled up her skirt. There was no underwear but there were perfectly bare sex lips.

“Uh,” Darren said dumbly. This hadn’t happened before! He wondered if he should call his boss, Mr. Jacque, at home. No, wait, of course not! Of all the days for is boss to call in sick! Oh shit, what if someone were to come in and see a customer with her skirt up? What would Mr. Jacque think?

The student kept looking at Darren. Her smirk had turned into a smile. “You better take my offer. It will probably be the only Egor Tech pussy that you ever get.”

Darren swallowed. That was true. He never really thought about having sex with someone from Egor Tech but not that she mentioned it, it did seem highly unlikely. An extraordinary opportunity was in front of him, literally with skirt raised and all. Instead of excitement, he felt fear at the idea that such a rare chance might pass him by.

He glanced back down at the damaged lingerie. It might take all night, but he could take it home and repair it himself. Perhaps he could fix them without Mr. Jacque ever knowing.

“Okay,” he said. He came around the counter. His hand shook as he flipped the open sign to ‘closed’. Nervously, he took a pencil from his pocket and wrote “Quick bathroom break” on the sign. There, if any customers came by and complained to Mr. Jacque, they would see he had an excuse.

He turned around to find Danielle already on the counter. She had her legs spread wider than looked comfortable. Her long pink nails stroked the outside of her pussy. The pink lips smiled predatorily at him.

“Hurry, before I change my mind,” she said.

Darren rushed over to her open legs. He tried to squat but found that the counter was too high. The only way to reach her sex with his mouth was to bend over at an awkward angle. It would have to do. The easier thing would be to ask her to turn around and sit in his chair but he felt that asking her to move might discourage her from their deal altogether.

Pink fingernails moved to open her pussy lips for him. Darren leaned in and gave her lips a long lick. She tasted like cherries.

“Get in there,” Danielle said. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her sex.

Darren’s mouth and nose pressed against her pussy. The taste of her overwhelmed him. His mouth automatically started to lick and nibble. He breathed in her sex and moaned into her pussy.

When was the last that that he ate pussy? Was it when his landlady interviewed him for the apartment? No, it was when the police women stopped him on the subway. It was best not to think about that terrifying time. Darren banished the thought and kept licking.

“Not . . . bad,” Danielle said. Her sharp nails dug into his scalp.

Darren kept licking. He relished the taste of her. The heat of her sex warmed his face. The flowing juices refreshed his parched mouth. The squirming of her pussy smothered his nose but he hungrily kept eating her.

“You love that Egor Tech pussy, don’t you?” Danielle said. “Of course you do.”

Darren did. He didn’t understand it but he loved this pussy. It was smooth, silky, wet and most of all, forbidden. He would never go to college. Girls like her never noticed boys like him. She was delicious in that special way that a treat you will never eat again can be.

He groaned into her pussy. His face felt flush, with shame or desire he couldn’t tell. There was a pain in his back from the angle he was leaning at but he ignored it. He was in ecstasy.

A powerful ache strained against his pants. He reached down to the bulge in his pants. Completely without shame, he rubbed at his restrained erection.

“Stop touching yourself!” Danielle snapped.

Darren immediately moved his hand away. Embarrassment washed over him. He paused in his oral affections.

She grabbed his ear. Sharp nails dug in and twisted. “Don’t stop licking, asshole!”

His mouth went back to work. The twisting of his ear stopped but her sharp nails remained. He licked as fast and as hard as he could out of fear and humiliation.

Darren’s cock felt twice as big within his pants. The fact that he couldn’t touch himself was agony. The slightest shift of his body made his underwear feel tighter around his erection.

Danielle shivered. “Close.”

He licked harder.

“Close,” she said again.

He licked faster.

“Close!” she cried.

Her hands pulled him tighter against her sex. Breathing became impossible. He was buried in young pussy and juices.

He never stopped licking.

“Fuck!” Danielle cried and she pushed his head away.

Darren lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor. He looked up at the student’s wide open legs as she shuddered on the counter. Muscles spasmed up and down her long legs as she enjoyed her orgasm.

When it was over, she closed her legs. Darren didn’t move a muscle as she stepped into her skirt and pulled it back up to her waist. He watched in silence as she smoothed out her skirt and picked up her bill.

“Have them ready tomorrow morning,” Danielle commanded. “And don’t you dare masturbate with them.”

Danielle stepped over him and went to the door. She unlocked the door and without asking, flipped the sign back to ‘open’. A moment later, she was out the door and Darren was alone.

He stood up. His face was wet. So was the counter. There was a lot to clean and he needed to hurry before the next customer came in.

The pile of lingerie was still on the counter. The thought of masturbating with them was intoxicating although he knew that he never would.

Jun 082016

Explorer’s Log: I am on day six of the twenty-six day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Ever Dripping Sex” by Royal Astronomers. Message channels are still open with the prospectors I encountered in the last star system. Now that the frenzy touched off by my arrival has died down, there are a few prospectors who wish to correspond and exchange ideas.

In the interest of gathering as much information for the Queen as possible, I am maintaining lines of communication for as long as possible. I have already learned a great deal about the substances that they mine in the asteroid, as well as why they operate outside the regulatory control of the Interplanetary Federation, formerly known as the Star Homogeny. Mostly the reasons involve taxation and chemical additives to transport exhaust.

I estimate that communication will be possible for another thirty hours before I am out of range. That should be enough time for the comprehensive cultural analysis that I am doing. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s personal log: It is amazing how willing sentient beings are to discuss social economics if you keep flashing naked tits as them.

Vaquel Di prepared for today’s transmission. Supplementary power was diverted to the communications array. The control panel had been re-routed to the screen above her bed. She made sure her collection of dildos were within arm’s reach. The strange device she had created using her correspondent’s schematics was installed on her ceiling. Everything was ready.

She climbed into bed and turned on the communicator.

“Vaquel Di, reaching out to the Kurin of the Alleban Corporation, come in, Alleban Corporation.

“This is Kurin of the Alleban Corporation, receiving you loud and clear, Vaquel Di. Locking in visuals.”

The inside of a small habitat appeared on the screen above Vaquel. A large machine hummed while lights flashed on a panel. The left wall moved as if there was a strong wind outside. Vaquel knew that the only thing outside the habitat was the vacuum of space, making her wonder how anyone survived inside such a flimsy structure.

A hairless red alien sat down in front of the camera. He was naked, just as she expected. He was thin for his kind and nearly three meters in height. His body looked like someone slapped red stilts together to a slightly thicker center stilt. What he lacked in body definition he made up for with the thick club between his legs. It was hard and already glistening with lube.

“I’m receiving your visuals, Kurin, are you receiving mine?” she asked.

Kurin gulped. “Fuck, yes.”

Vaquel smiled and stretched. She wanted him to see every centimeter of her dark brown flesh. Large breasts jiggled as she moved her arms. She ran her fingers through the short pink hair that crowned her head as well as the short pink hair that covered her sex.

“I want to fuck your small cock squeezers so bad!” the alien said.

Vaquel snorted. Every one of Kurin’s race thought Vaquel’s massive tits were small. “They’re big enough to wrap around your dick.”

“They are,” Kurin admitted. He pumped his thick cock. “Did you build the device I sent you? Is it connected to the network?”

“Yeah, I finished it this morning,” Vaquel said. She spread her long legs and ran a finger down the slit of her sex. “I had to take apart my sonic hammer to make it. You said it would get me off but the sound projection is so weak I doubt it could move my hair much less give me an orgasm.”

“That is because we have a way to create resonating fields to boost output,” Kurin said. “Trust me; this will fuck you like a full squad of space marines. I see it on the network now. Let me upload our drivers and I’ll show you what it can do.”

“Not yet,” Vaquel said. She stopped playing with her sex and pulled on her nipples. “Send me over the data package you promised me about your society’s advancements in defense technology.”

“Now?” Kurin said. It was almost a whine. “Our signal is weak. If we are going to fuck, we should fuck first in case we get disconnected.”

“No, no,” Vaquel teased. She squeezed her tits together and sunk her fingers into them. “Data first, fucking second.”

Kurin licked his lips. He looked down at his cock and then at a monitor. His attention came back to Vaquel’s dark round tits. He bit his lip and his shoulders sagged.

“Fine, sending the data package now. Can you play with your tits as we wait?”

“Of course,” Vaquel said. She released her tits and pinched her nipples instead. Kurin groaned as she pulled as hard as she could on her nipples. Vaquel moaned as her breasts stretched upwards. She shook her hands to make her tits jiggle as much as possible.

“Oh fuck,” Kurin said. He stroked faster.

Vaquel let go of her tits and reached for a dildo. Her blue dildo wasn’t as big as Kurin’s meaty cock but it was close. She placed the tip of the dildo against one of her breasts and tapped it against her flesh.

“Just imagine your cock right here,” Vaquel said. “Imagine what that would feel like.”

“Fuck,” Kurin groaned.

She moved the dildo to the valley between her breasts. “Imagine it sliding up and down around my so-called small tits.”

“Fuck,” Kurin groaned again.

“Imagine the tip of your cock coming up out of my tits, close enough for me to lick,” she said. She demonstrated by opening her mouth and flicking the tip of the dildo with her tongue.”

“Fuck,” Kurin said. He stroked his enormous cock with both hands.

“Then imagine your member going back down between my ‘cock squeezers’ as you called them,” Vaquel said. “Imagine how tight it is between them. Picture how wet your cock would be because I licked it all over. Your big, hard, member would slip and slide between my big brown mounds.”

“Fuck, fuck,” Kurin said. He let go of his cock. It pulsed and bounced. “Is the download done yet?

“Not yet,” Vaquel said. She rolled the dildo back and forth over her breasts. The thick phallus crushed and flattened her generous curves.

“Do you see how hard my nipples are?” Vaquel said.

“Yes,” Kurin moaned. He kept his hands away from his cock as if he was afraid it would go off.

“They are hard for you,” Vaquel said. “I wish you were here to suck on them. Would you be gentle, or would you be rough?”

Kurin’s attention kept changing from her nipples, to a monitor and back to her nipples. “Rough,” he said.

“Good,” Vaquel said and she pinched her nipples and twisted. Pain shot through her body and she loved it. Her back arched and her legs spread. She twisted hard on her nipples and pulled.

Now she had all of Kurin’s attention. He stared at her breasts and licked his lips. His hand went back to his cock and gripped himself tightly. A dark flush came to his red face.

“Transfer complete!” the computer said.

“Oh Gods,” Kurin moaned. “Now can I turn on the machine?”

Vaquel thought about it. She continued to pull on her nipples. When she heard him gasp in despair, she released her tender nipples. “Sure,” she said. “What is it exactly?”

“It is a modification of what we use to mine with,” Kurin said. He rapidly typed at a command console.

“Hmm, is it safe?” Vaquel asked.

Kurin didn’t answer. He pressed a key and smiled.

A powerful vibration pressed against Vaquel’s sex. It felt solid, as if she was pressing a vibrating hand against her pussy. The vibrations were weak but strong enough make her groan.

“Oh this is nice” Vaquel said. She passed her hand over her crotch. The back of her hand vibrated as she shielded her sex. When she moved out of the way of the projector, the vibrations returned to her sex.

“I told you it could get you off,” Kurin said.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Vaquel said. “I barely feel it and I like something with penetration.”

Kurin grinned and pressed another key.

The field extended. A wall of vibrations pushed aside the lips of her sex and entered her pussy. Deeper and deeper it went, filling Vaquel’s clenching sex.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. She spread her thighs wider. Her hips moved to fuck the invisible force inside her. “Do the vibrations get any stronger?”

BZZZ! The pulsing sensation doubled, tripled and then quadrupled in strength.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out. She gripped the sides of her bed as the vibrations overwhelmed her. The vibrations shook her entire body. Her tits jiggled in place.

“Like it?” Kurin said. He turned the vibrations down to something more bearable but still pleasurable.

“Yes,” Vaquel hissed.

“Do you like it long?” Kurin said, busily typing.

The vibration field extended again. It went deep inside Vaquel, curving right where it needed to fill her completely.

Vaquel was gasping too much to answer.

“Or do you like it short?” Kurin asked.

The field retracted. It shrunk within Vaquel’s pussy until it was barely two centimeters inside her. The shallow vibrations were a disappointing tease after being fully penetrated.

“Long, long, long!” Vaquel cried.

“Okay, slap your cock squeezers,” Kurin said.


“You heard me,” Kurin said. “If you want it long and deep it inside you, slap your cock squeezers.”

“Are you extorting me?” Vaquel said. “Ha! I didn’t know you had it in you!”

Vaquel slapped her left tit with her right hand. It was a gentle tap, just enough to make her brown mound shake.

“Harder,” Kurin demanded. The field shrunk even more inside her.

WHAP! Vaquel slapped her breast again, this time much harder. This time her breast stung from her slap and a light hand print could be seen.

The field returned to its puny depth. “Better,” Kurin said. “Slap your other breast.”

It was more awkward to use her left hand but fortunately Vaquel was ambi-masochistic. Her left hand slapped her right breast with nearly the same amount of violence. It certainly stung as much.

“More!” Kurin demanded. He typed and the field extended another bare centimeter.

Vaquel growled with annoyance and lust. She wanted the field deep inside her again. The teasing poke inside her sex was too little. The bastard wasn’t going to give it to her until she gave him want she wanted. She almost admired how he had turned the tables on her.

WHAP! She slapped her tit as hard as she could. The pain sent a jolt through her large breast that she felt all the way down in her pussy.

WHAP! Vaquel did the same to her other breast. This one caught the underside of her tit and she winced as the pain lingered.

WHAPAP! She slapped both tits at the same time. They collided together like brown mountains in an earthquake.

“More!” Kurin snapped. The field extended a few more centimeters inside her.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Vaquel slapped her jiggling mounds rapidly with both hands. She didn’t pause between slaps as she subjected herself to a constant stream of strikes. Her tits stung and her fingers burned but she kept going.

“Yes,” Kurin groaned. He jacked his cock with one hand. His other hand stayed on the console.

The field increased inside her ever so slowly. It was like being penetrated in slow motion. Millimeter by millimeter the field went deeper and deeper. No matter how hard she clenched or how much her hips rolled, the field maintained its terrible slow pace.

WHAP! WHAP! Vaquel’s hands started to slow down. It was hard to slap herself. The sides of her tits were on fire. If she was spanking someone’s ass, she would have been able to do it for hours but when she was taking the force of her blows, it was a lot harder to stay motivated.

“Faster!” Kurin yelled.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She kept at it. Her blows became lighter but her tits were so sensitive that even light touches hurt. She tried to slap new places on her breast to avoid the tender spots but it didn’t matter. Even slapping a new spot caused her entire breast to jiggle, which included the already stinging curves of her tits.

“I can’t!” Vaquel groaned. WHAP! She gave herself one last slapped and then her arms fell to the sides. “I need a break!”

“No breaks!” Kurin yelled.

“Fuck off!” Vaquel said. “I need a minute!”

Kurin typed furiously on his console.

Vaquel smirked. He was cute when he was frustrated and helpless.

The field expanded. In an instant it went from pressing on her pussy to pressing on her body. Powerful vibrations pinned her arms and legs to the bed. Strong pulses pushed open her thighs. Buzzing sensations flattened her breasts.

“We’re not done yet,” Kurin said.

“You bastard!” Vaquel said. This was a frightening development. When she followed the schematics, she had no idea that this small sonic device could be used as a restraining field. Her body was at the mercy of someone she barely knew in another star system!

It was a good thing that she added a voice override to the device’s power supply. One word is all it would take for the field to shut down. The safe thing to do would be to turn it off now.

Vaquel kept her mouth closed. She wanted to see what happened next.

“You want more, you little seed popper?” Kurin said. He typed furiously.

The vibration field inside her sex suddenly grew. It extended within her to enormous lengths. Her pussy strained to hold it all as the field tripled in girth.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel moaned.

“That’s not all,” Kurin bragged.

The field inside her sex began to move. Vaquel shuddered as it plunged in and out of her. The vibrating field fucked her wet pussy.

“Yes!” Vaquel cried. “Oh fuck, finally!”

“Oh you like it deep, don’t you?” Kurin taunted.

“Yes!” Vaquel yelled.

“You want more power?” he asked as the field buzzed to a new intensity.

“Fuck, yes!” Vaquel cried. The field roared between her thighs. She struggled against the field pinning her limbs as the vibrations pounded her into the bed. She wasn’t trying to escape; she was just writhing with pleasure.

“Let’s not forget your cock squeezers,” Kurin said.

THAP! A powerful force slammed down on Vaquel’s right breast for a split second. The force was quick and brutal; stinging her tender tit. Before she could cry out, a second field slammed down on her left breast. Matching pain blossomed in both breasts.

“Fucker!” Vaquel yelled. The asshole was slapping her tits with the sonic field!

Kurin laughed and the slapping continued. He grabbed his cock with both hands as the field continued to alternate between her tits. Right, left, right, left, right, left, the abuse continued to her poor sensitive breasts.

While her tits were being slapped, the field also continued to fuck her sex. The thrusts increased to match the rhythm of the slaps. When her right breast was flattened by a stinging blow, the sonic phallus plunged into her sex. The phallus withdrew as her left breast was battered by sonic force.

Vaquel cried out. She struggled to cover her tits with her hands but her arms were pinned to the bed. The pussy fucking became so intense that she wanted to close her legs but the field had her legs spread wide open. Pain radiated from her breasts while pleasure exploded from her sex.

Something beeped. “Fuck,” Kurin cursed. “I need to check on the particle collector. Be right back.”

“What the fuck?” Vaquel asked but Kurin walked away. The screen showed him walking into the background to work on one of the many mining machines in his habitat.

“Gods of the Underworld,” Vaquel cursed. The field was still on. It fucked and slapped her on automatic. She was being held down while her tormentor focused on his mining machines.

What if it is a big problem and he doesn’t come back for awhile? Could he be gone for an hour? Two hours? Maybe more? How much more could her tits take? How much of a hard fucking could her poor pussy take?

A darker thought crossed Vaquel’s mind. She had experienced how fragile those mining habitats were in the asteroid field. What if it exploded and Kurin was sucked into space? Would the field keep going?

She climaxed. The plunging field helped but it was the thought of Kurin dying and his program still fucking her that got her over the edge. Bliss exploded through her body.

THAP! THAP! The assault on her tits continued. The fucking of her pussy continued to slam her into her bed. Kurin continued to work in the background of the screen.

Vaquel had had enough. It was time to use the failsafe and end this.

“Mercy!” Vaquel yelled.

The field continued to fuck her. The slapping of her breasts continued.

“Mercy!” she yelled again. Why wasn’t it working? Shit, it was a sonic field and it must be interfering with the audio receptors for her computer.

Oh fuck, she might be trapped here after all.

“Shit,” Vaquel groaned. If he died, would the field keep going until her probe ship moved out of range? How long would that be again? Was it thirty hours or forty?

“Fuck!” she cried as she came again. Now that she was truly helpless, her sensitivity was in overdrive. Her orgasm rippled through her body and sent her pinned body into a seizure of shuddering pleasure.

THAP! The tit slapping continued. The field fucked her spent pussy. She was crossing over from pleasure into soreness.

Wait! There was Chairbot! Her loyal robot would save her! True, he was in sleep mode trying to recover some files he lost last year but when he woke up, he could deactivate the sonic projector. How long was he scheduled to sleep for? Was it an hour?

Vaquel moaned. She couldn’t take an hour. Her breasts already felt like they had been crushed in a vice. Not even her pussy could take an hour of this kind of hard fucking.

Yet she came again. “Glory to the Queen!” she whispered in exhaustion. Her eyes closed and she almost passed out except the slapping of her breasts woke her back up.

Kurin was on her screen. “Still there? I’m back.”

Vaquel sobbed in relief. “Turn this off!” she yelled.

“Wait, I am going to come!” Kurin said. He grabbed his cock and stroked himself. The thick rod of his cock glistened with new lube. His small hands pumped passionately at his shiny member.

Vaquel was helpless. She was at his mercy. Her pummeled tits and pussy were for the entertainment of total stranger.

It was unbearably hot.

“Glory to the Queen!” she screamed as she came for a fourth time.

“Oh!” Kurin choked as his red cock shot a stream of seed onto the camera. The only thing Vaquel could see on her monitor was a glaze of seed.

“Oh that was good,” Kurin said over the transmission. “See you tomorrow.” The communication ended.

The field vanished. Vaquel winced from a slap that never came. She could move again but it hurt to move. All she could bring herself to do was close her legs.

The fucker had left as soon as he got off. No thanks, no attempt at pillow talk and certainly no apologies for leaving her alone to get fucked. He was a cold bastard.

Vaquel wondered what he had planned for her tomorrow.

Jun 012016

A close-up of the escort cruiser appeared on the main screen. Engines flared as it turned for an attack run. The ship wobbled a little as the port engine failed but it quickly compensated. Energy shields flicked to cover and contain the large gaping hole we had inflicted in the hull.

My crew on the bridge had plenty of opinions on this development.

“They should have ran for it,” Morella, my First Mate said.

“Awfully loyal for mercenaries,” Skeven said from his engine station.

“Maybe they’re just pissed off,” Murder Girl said from the helm.

“Stupid shits!” Venda, my cyborg parrot, said from my shoulder.

“No, they’re just dead now,” I said. “Take them out.”

“Aye, Captain.”

The escort cruiser wasn’t waiting for my order. Multiple weapon ports opened with grim menace. Laser beams leaped forward, followed by twin balls of flaming plasma and far behind them, the steady flights of ship-killing missiles. It threw everything it had at us.

It was hopeless. Our shields refracted the lasers. A slight change of course evaded the plasma shots. Anti-missile missiles intercepted the missiles. All we felt was a slight shudder on the bridge as the shockwaves of distant explosions reached us.

Meanwhile, our own weapons responded. A storm of lasers overcame their shields and carved through their hull. Three high-mass projectiles disintegrated the front of the cruiser. Several missiles slowly homed in on the crippled ship and blew it apart. Their defiance was over and we will never know why they kept fighting.

“Captain, Blastpants, the Lube Convoy is hailing us,” One Eye Peter reported. “They wish to surrender their cargo in exchange for their lives.”

“I bet they do,” I said. “Tell the Convoy to shut down their engines and wait for our requisition crews.”

“And tell the crew leaders that I want full inventory reports within two hours!” Morella added.

“Aye,” One Eye Peter said and he relayed our orders.

A rare silence fell on the bridge crew. We had spotted the convoy just thirty minutes ago. Ten minutes later, we intercepted them and five minutes after that; the only escort ship was dead. The value of the lube was going to be high and the risk had been relatively low. We should be celebrating but instead, we were down and subdued like we were the ones just hijacked by pirates.

I looked Morella and she looked at me. We recognized the feeling. When you get used to fighting for your lives, you get used to the thrill. Killing an enemy too quickly was just as bad as climaxing right after entering someone’s mouth: you might be technically satisfied but you are still itching to fuck something over.

Fortunately, Morella and I were old hands at this.

“Any thoughts on our fight?” I asked Morella.

A cruel smile came to her lips. “I am a bit concerned about that last attack from the escort,” she said. “The missiles came close enough that we felt their explosions.”

Morella and I turned to the junior bridge officer on defense duty. Smart-Ass looked up from her console. We called her smart because despite her young age, she already had four degrees in the sciences. We called her ass because she had a fabulous one. She joined us when we stopped at a pleasure station. I think she said she was on spring break, whatever that meant. Her quick mind and knowledge of missile systems earned her a fast promotion to the bridge.

“I’m sorry,” Smart-Ass said. She nervously pushed her short blonde hair away from her eyes.

“Call him, Captain!” Morella snapped.

“Yes! Sorry, Captain!” Smart-Ass said. “I don’t know why the missiles got as close as they did!”

“You don’t?” I said. I walked over to her console and stared down at her. It was an old command trick, stare at a subordinate long enough and they’ll think of something for you to punish them for. For once, my cyborg bird was quiet and stared down at her too. I like to think that made us more intimidating.

“Uh,” Smart-Ass said as her mind raced. “I only activated eighty percent of the missile defense pods to save power usage, Captain. I didn’t think we needed full defenses against a cruiser using an obvious Veeker hull with the standard weapon configuration.”

I had no idea what she was referring to. For all I knew, she could have been right. I wasn’t going to admit that because I was never one to let facts get in the way of a good punishment.

“First Mate,” I snapped. “Correct me if I am wrong, but didn’t I order full defenses?”

“Aye, Captain!” Morella said. Her smile grew bigger.

“Did I order ‘full but partial if you noticed some fucking detail’, defenses?”

“No, Captain!” Morella said. She cracked her knuckles.

“I’m really sorry, Captain!” Smart-Ass said.

“It’s not just me you endangered, but the whole ship!” I said. “Are you going to apologize to the entire crew as well?”

Murder Girl snickered. She always had a giggling problem. I just hoped Smart-Ass didn’t pick up on it.

She didn’t. The young student was genuinely repentant. Her big blue eyes were wide and her face was paler than usual.

“I will gladly apologize to the crew, Captain!” Smart-Ass said. “It will never happen again!”

“Damn right it won’t,” I said. I tried to sound angry but I almost laughed out loud. Murder Girl’s giggles were infectious!

Fortunately, Morella never had a problem with levity. She lunged forward and grabbed Smart-Ass by her short hair. A hard push and Smart Ass was lifted from her seat and thrown onto her console. Morella pulled the junior officer until her legs were hanging off the side. My clever First Officer even had the presence of mind to turn off the console so Smart-Ass’ wiggling body wouldn’t activate anything.

It was my turn. I grabbed Smart-Ass’ always tight pants and yanked them down. They were snug but I was persistent. Her pants came down to reveal her cute round butt covered in a flimsy green pair of panties.

The bridge crew groaned as if with one voice. That was a pretty ass. We just needed to get rid of those panties.

“Venda, attack,” I commanded.

Venda hopped off my shoulder and flew down to Smart-Ass’ butt. The bird grabbed a beak full of panties and snipped through it. Again and again the cyborg bird pecked and pecked as it ripped the panties to shreds.

Smart-Ass cried out as Venda’s sharp beak pricked her but the girl was smart enough not to struggle too much. She couldn’t help wiggling and clenching though and I for one enjoyed her every flinch.

When there were no more panties to shred, Venda hopped away with the last of the green cloth. I am not sure what she does with it but it wasn’t any of my business. For all I know, she has a secret nest made of panty shreds. Let her have her secret pirate stash.

“Skeven, hold her arms,” Morella commanded. The bridge officer eagerly took his place in front of Smart-Ass. He grabbed her wrists with his big thick hands. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Since you noticed her error, you start first,” I told Morella.

“Aye, Captain,” Morella said.

“Start what?” Smart-Ass said.

WHAP! Morella smacked Smart-Ass right on her smart little ass.

“Fuck!” Smart-Ass yelled. She jumped but Skeven held onto her arms.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Morella tore into Smart-Ass. This wasn’t her first bridge spanking. The First Mate had powerful arms and a willingness to use them. She left bright red hand prints wherever she struck. Each blow threatened to knock Smart-Ass off the console. Like everything Morella did, it was an act of precision violence.

Smart-Ass squirmed, wiggled and writhed but there was no escape. She screamed, cried and shouted. Her ass clenched, quivered and shuddered.

It was a brutal spanking. Morella took her time and obliterated the girl’s ass. The bridge crew watched in silence because you want to give a beating like that the respect that it deserves.

ITen minutes later, held up my hand. Morella stopped and stepped back. She shook her hand and I knew it stung but not nearly as much as Smart-Ass’ bottom was stinging.

“I am so sorry, Captain!” smart-Ass yelled.

“Good,” I said. “You better stay sorry.”

WHACK! It was my turn. I brought my hand down in a slow lazy swing that connected with her red bottom. Her ass was hot to the touch. It was a light hit but I knew her sensitive ass wouldn’t be able to take it.

“Lords of Space!” Smart-Ass screamed. She almost jumped off the console. Skeven got a better grip and One Eye Peter helped him. They pinned her down in place.

WHACK! I struck her again. Unlike Morella, I wanted to take my time.

She was a joy to watch. Her bright red ass clenched before every slap. My slaps sent shockwaves through her tight bottom. After each hit, I let my fingers linger on her burning skin before pulling back for another swing.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Smart-Ass yelled.

“You didn’t say, Captain,” Murder Girl added.

“Captain!” Smart-Ass screamed as I spanked her again.

“I am so sorry, Captain!” she screamed as I slapped her ass.

“I will never do it again, Captain!” she yelled as I gave her bottom another smack.

Morella grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. Smart-Ass’s eyes glittered with tears. I rested my hand on her bottom and let it warm my fingers.

“Are you sorry enough to make it up to your fellow crew?” Morella asked.

“Yes!” Smart-Ass said. “Wait, how?”

“Good question,” Morella said. “That must be why we call you, smart.” She pressed a button and her shorts fell from her waist to reveal a massive red bush of pubic hair.

Skeven stepped away. Morella stood in front of Smart-Ass and grabbed her hair. She slammed her sex onto smart-Ass’s face while her hands kept Smart-Ass pinned in a steel grip.

Morella shuddered. Her eyes clenched shut. It was an awkward angle, but Smart-Ass made it work.

My intelligent pants unzipped on their own. My hard cock flopped out, ready to board. I kicked apart Smart-Ass’s legs. She lifted her ass towards me. The edge of the console was smeared with her juices.

“Horny slut,” I said. I guided my cock into her waiting sex.

Fuck, she was wet. The heat of her ass burned my flesh where we touched but it was nothing compared to the heat within her. My cock throbbed within her molten sex.

I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. She was tight so I went slowly. Thrust by thrust, I opened her sex.

The rest of the bridge gathered around. One Eye Peter was stroking his cock. Murder Girl had her shirt off and was pinching her remaining nipple. Skeven had his cock in hand, looking back and forth between smart-Ass’s ass and mouth.

They would get their turn but first it was mine. I picked up the pace, fucking her the slick vault of her sex. My fingers gripped her hips as I slammed into her.

Morella groaned. She turned Smart-Ass’ head to the side as her hips bucked. It was hard to see Smart-Ass’s mouth for all I saw was the jungle of Morella’s bush. Judging from the tightness of Morella’s lips, Smart-Ass made it work.

Skeven decided that he didn’t want to wait anymore and stepped up. He guided Smart-Ass’s hand to his cock and she gripped him. Despite getting smothered by Morella’s sex, Smart-Ass had the dexterity to start stroking Skeven’s member. She had the makings of a great officer.

“Yes!” Morella yelled and she pushed Smart-Ass’s face away from her sex. The First Mate shuddered from head to toe as she leaned against the console. There was a flush to her face and a relaxed smile that I rarely got to see. It made her beautiful.

Murder Girl didn’t care about beauty. She lifted her skirt and stepped up to Smart-Ass’ face. The skirt went over Smart-Ass’ head as she went to work on Murder Girl’s pussy. The junior officer put her free hand under the skirt and judging by Murder’ Girl’s moans, I knew right where they went.

One Eye Peter bit his lips. I felt sorry for him so I pulled out of Smart-Ass and waved him over. The look of appreciation in his eyes was better than precious metals. It was the little things that ensure a pirate’s loyalty.

He grabbed Smart-Ass’ tender buttocks and pulled them apart to expose her tiny asshole. Taking a bottle of lube from his belt, One Eye Peter squirted her ass liberally. He rubbed the lube into her ass and onto his cock. When both were shining, he slid his cock into her ass.

“LORDS OF SPACE!” Smart-Ass screamed from under Murder Girl’s skirt. “Son of a father-fucking cocksucker!”

The crew laughed and never broke their assault on her body. Murder Girl kept Smart-Ass under her skirt. Skeven happily fucked the junior officer’s hand. One Eye Peter steadily buggered her ass.

Morella approached me. There was an odd look on her face that I didn’t recognize. She reached for my cock and I gasped. Her powerful grip stroked my slick member.

“This initiation is going well,” she said, slowly pumping my cock.

I wasn’t sure what to do. We were rarely intimate. Her lack of respect for my bullshit was an important part of why she was a great First Mate. I focused on the conversation instead of the handjob.

“She was overdue,” I said. “She is a fantastic defense operator.”

“And now every time she sits at her post, she’ll remember the time she ate pussy and got fucked,” Morella added. Her gripped changed to a slightly twisting one.

“Ohhh,” I groaned. “It beats getting a fucking stripe on your uniform.’

“Remember when you were elected Captain?” Morella asked. Her thumb slid over the tip of my cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I do. I came four times on my chair. One of those were in your mouth.”

“Mmm,” Morella said. She stroked a little faster.

“Yes!” One-Eye Peter yelled. He came deep in Smart-Ass’ beautiful ass. I doubt any man would have lasted long.

Skeven took his place behind her. He opted for her pussy instead of her sex. He grunted loudly with every thrust into her wet sex.

Murder Girl on the other hand was as quiet as a grave. A slight shudder was the only hint that she had climaxed. It was the same shudder she gave when she killed someone.

Morella’s hand left my cock and went to my balls. Her gentle caresses were so out of character that I moaned with every touch.

“Smart-Ass plans to go back to school,” Morella said.

I laughed. “That is her choice, though I would love to see her use her new pirate skills in academia.”

Murder Girl shuddered again. Her face was devoid of any emotion. There were no giggles now.

Skeven came. He screamed his orgasm and slapped the side of her ass. Muffled cries came out from under Murder Girl’s skirt.

“You should be last,” Morella whispered to me. “Step aside!” she snapped to the crew. ‘Captain needs to come!”

Murder Girl and Skeven disengaged. I walked up to Smart-Ass and gripped my cock. I wanted her mouth.

Smart-Ass looked up at me as she hung limply on her console. Her face was a wet mess of pussy juices. Seed fell from her sex and her asshole. There was a glaze to her eyes and a smile as big as a moon. The smart girl had already figured out that this wasn’t a punishment; it was a welcoming.

“Use me, Captain,” she said.

“He will,” Morella said. She grabbed the back of Morella’s head and pushed it to my cock. I stepped closer and entered her mouth.

Smart-Ass choked. Morella kept her grip on her head and forced her onto my cock. Back and forth she drove Smart-Ass’ head, controlling her motions as she face-fucked me.

I looked at my First Mate and the friendly eyes were gone. She was cruel again and Smart-Ass was the victim. It was fucking hot.

My attention went o Smart-Ass. She looked up at me with grateful eyes. Tears and pussy juice dripped from her face. Her jaw was slack as she was force to suck me. It too was fucking hot.

I came. A cascade of seed flowed out of my cock and into her mouth. Morella held Smart-Ass’ head still as the young woman’s eyes bulged in surprise. Flooded her mouth and she struggled to swallow it all.

“And that is why they call him Captain Blastpants,” Skeven said.

When I was finally done, I wiped my cock on Smart-Ass’ face. Morella released her head and the exhausted woman flopped on her console. My intelligent pants zipped back up and began a hygiene routine on my spent member.

There was a beep from the communicator. Morella checked her chair. “Captain, requisition teams are reporting in. Each team has secured a freighter and are awaiting orders.”

“Good,” I said. I headed back to my chair. ‘Helm, lay in a course for New Fortune. Sensors, keep an eye out for any pirates looking to poach our treasure. Engineering, make the adjustments for escort duty.”

“What about her?” Morella asked, pointing to Smart-Ass who was still laid out across her console.

I shrugged. “Let her rest. She still has her initiation party back at New Fortune to go to.”

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.