water

My name is Jax, and this is my story



“Babe, the brochure came through. Get your ass here now!” I made my way to the dinner table, where Hank was sitting, excitedly waiting for me. “Jax, look, here it is” I took the brochure from Hank’s grip and gave it a look. The heading of the brochure read: ‘Magnificent Mauritius, Dubai: shopping paradise, or, Icey-Alaska! The world is your oyster.’



I felt rather amused at the luck Hank and I had been handed. The prospect of visiting one of three beautiful destinations was both a blessing and a curse, as committing to ONE dream location would be difficult. However, Hank protested that he had tired of the sweltering heat we endure every summer (living in Miami), so we settled on Alaska. It had been a while since Hank and I could catch a break together, both being in the midst of University Finals. We were ecstatic to win this trip, all thanks to a combination of lucky numbers at a Spring-Fest competition.



After we stepped off the plane and collected our luggage, we arrived at what could be considered the clichéd epitome of a cozy-cabin that one would expect to find in Alaska. Dirt-brown logs piled upon one another to create a snow-capped haven.



We were secluded, as there appeared to be nothing else on the land, other than rows of Pine trees and snow.



The delicate snowflakes that fell from the sky tickled my nose and coated Hank’s dark hair with flakes of whiteness. Hank hurriedly turned the knob and cooed me to step inside first, as a gentleman would.



I was greeted by a beautifully prepared open-plan living room, adorned with a red velvet couch, blanched wooden floors and a glowing fireplace.



They had definitely prepared for our arrival.



Soon enough, Hank and I had settled in. I found myself cumbering into a deep slumber – a much-needed one at that.



Suddenly, I abruptly opened my eyes, widened to the sockets. I must have been sleeping for hours, and I soon realized that the disruption of my rest had been a result of water, gushing and hitting the floor, like a pool. I rose from the bed, half naked, wearing only Hank’s plaid shirt and pretty much nothing under it – nor on the lower half of my body, for that matter. As I stepped into what appeared to be the bathroom, I felt my ass-cheeks shiver, as a cool wind nipped at my bare skin.



What I saw when I searched for the noise, was Hank, completely naked with a bucket of steaming water. I tiptoed closer (Hank still hadn’t become aware of my presence at this point) and realized that he was washing himself, perhaps there was no running water. I stood for a few minutes, gazing at Hank; his wet hair became an even richer, and a more slick brown with the aid of the water. His back was beautiful; I could see his shoulder blades move back and forth with every motion. His rear was enviable, it was small but firm, he has those “bum-dimples” which I adore. I soon found myself becoming extremely aroused by this spectacle. I felt my nipples harden against the shirt, and as I carefully maneuvered my hand to my thighs, I could already feel the warmth that radiated from my pussy.



I cupped my hand over my sex and proceeded to lightly fondle my clitoris, which had become the size of a swollen raisin. I rhythmically moved my index finger around my wetness, encouraging a heightened sense of awe in my body. As I began to lose myself, Hank suddenly turned around, presumably done washing-up, and was surprised at my presence. I realized that my presence was known, and began to blush profusely. It didn’t seem to bother him though, as he proceeded to pounce at me, with his now semi-hard cock swinging from side to side dripping with water.



When he was right in front of me, I could feel his wet body, still coated with water from his “shower”. He wrapped each of his arms around my waist and kissed my head, cheeks, lips, neck, and then proceeded further. Carefully, he unbuttoned the plaid shirt, while his cock began to rise to its full potential. He slipped the shirt carefully from my arms, and let it drop on the cool floor. Now, we were both entirely naked and vulnerable.



“I cant believe you were watching me” he said. “I know, it’s embarrassing, I didn’t mean to-” “Jax, shutup”. As soon as these words left his mouth, he grabbed my ass and lifted me onto his rock-hard cock. His cock slid into my slickly wet pussy effortlessly. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and did the same with my arms around his neck, as if he were a beacon of safety.



He carried me to the front of the fireplace, where he slowly edged me onto the red velvet couch, his cock exiting my pussy. “Now, I want to enjoy you as much as you seemed to enjoy me” Hank said as he stood in front of me “Now, that’s fair, right?” As I sat on the couch I looked at him, presenting his toned physique, complemented by the rich light that radiated from the fireplace. “Just stand still and I’ll give you a good-fucking-time.” I quickly whipped my head forward and shoved his pulsating cock into my mouth. “Ahhh, yes-s-s…baby…ah, ye-”, I could tell that he was pleased with my mouth. I pursed my lips around the head of his cock, sucking tightly on it, while using my hands to lightly stroke the base, and his balls.



I then changed the tempo: I jerked my head forward and back; I tried to get in synch with his growing arousal. I felt the head of his swelled cock push against the back of my throat. I continued to move my mouth up and down, while still getting my other hand down to still finger myself.



Perhaps the change of scenery was doing us both good.



“Jax! I’m gonna-” He quickly shoved my head back, rather violently, and quickly grabbed his cock, trying to prevent his release.



“Sorry about that, Jax, I…I just didn’t want to finish in your mouth, before, you know…” “I know, babe. Thank you, you’re sweet.” To which he replied “Not for long!” and suddenly lifted me over his shoulder and carried me like a caveman would carry his mate.



He walked towards the fireplace, and delicately placed me on the rug. I looked up at him, standing over me, and brashly grabbed his cock, as if I were yanking at a rope. He got the message and slid down, resting on the burgundy rug with me.



I rolled onto my back, and he climbed over me, with his elbows and hands rested on either side. We looked at each other for a while before actually moving again. Just looking, yearning, but resisting. I made the first move. I tilted my head back, arched my spine, and pushed my chest up. “You are so fucking beautiful, Jax” “You too, Hank”.



Hank made a point of savoring every inch of my body. Kissed my shoulders, mouthed a breast, while fondling the other, and then swapping over. He continued, as he kissed my ribs, my stomach and left a trail of warmth until he made his way to my pussy. I eased my legs open, and he placed a leg on either of his shoulders. Using his fingers, he opened my lips, and kissed my clitoris, and then, he pushed his tongue upon it. Rhythmically, he swirled his tongue around the clitoris, and occasionally pressing directly upon it (which would bring shivers, no doubt).



I was getting close, and he became aware of this.



I released a moan; I was so unbelievably close to euphoria. His tongue continued to tease my love-button, until: “AHHHH! OH! Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes!” I released. I came, and dripped onto the rug. Waves and waves of cum oozed from my body, and Hank happily lapped it up.



My body quivered and ached for a while afterwards, I felt a shock leap from my pussy every few seconds. “Hank, that was…wow.” “Would you expect any less from the best?” he grinned. “Of course not! Don’t be silly.” Before I could get up and leave, I heard: “Cough, cough. Uhm, are you really just going to leave me like this?” Hank motioned at his still rock-hard cock. “Oh, Hank, I’m so sorry. Let me fix that.” I pushed Hank (who was sitting upright on the rug) flat onto the rug.



“Now, you just sit back, relax and enjoy the view, babe.” I raised my hips forward and had them directly above Hank’s aching cock. His golden eyes seemed saturated by the lighting of the room. I stared erotically at him, my erect nipples pointing forward, and I slowly edged my hips down. Down unto his erect member.



After my pussy had been pushed all the way down onto his cock, my ass resting on his legs, I moved back up – then down again.



Up and down I moved, he would slide in and out, each motion coaxed a long moan out of either of us. I thrust my head backwards, and my long golden hair made a curtain over my back. Hank grabbed my breasts that were bouncing in all directions, he grabbed tightly onto them and had an expression on his face that could only be described as sheer bliss.



I moved faster and faster, up and down, my ass slapping his thighs, my breasts bouncing with the movements. He moved his pelvis up, and hit it against the floor when he went down. I realized that Hank was losing control.



Suddenly, he shoved me forward so that I lay on the floor; he got up on his knees, reimbursed his member, and held my legs against his body, with my feet dangling over his shoulders. “Fucking yes!” Hank exclaimed as he began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy, pumping back and forth, as fast as a jackhammer.



Each thrust was more powerful than the next, his cock getting deeper each time. “I’ve been wanting to fuck your pussy since we arrived here!” I was quite thrilled at this, I couldn’t help but blush, just a bit.



With every thrust, his balls would slap against my bum, making a rhythmic beat like an African drum. I felt my pussy begin to ache; I knew this would hurt in the morning.



“Ahh, I’m fucking close!” At this, I contributed to his rapid pace, I pushed and bounced at every thrust, creating an environment in which we were in-synch with one another; our bodies in-synch.



“OH! AHHHH! YEAH!”



Suddenly, he came. He came in me. I could feel his cock, shooting no less than three loads of cum, filling me to the brim; dripping out my pussy.



He threw his head back in relief and satisfaction. He didn’t pull out immediately after he was done. I felt him soften inside of me, as he was catching his breath.



“Phew, now that’s what I call a workout. Thanks, Jax.” “Why are you thanking me? I have you to thank, for waiting so patiently for me.” “Well, it was no sweat being patient. I mean, you’re amazing at this, so it was worth the wait”.



Pulling out of me, he helped me up and we embraced for a minute or two.



“So, Hank. Since we’re all sticky and dirty now, what do you think of a good ol’ shower? Your way of course.” He looked at me with amusement “My way? You mean with that bucket?” To which I happily responded: “Precisely.”

The gig wasn’t good. We had performed to an empty theatre due to a mix up of dates and a total lack of publicity. So we treated the gig as a rehearsal. We tried out a few new songs which I had written, and the roadies got to grips with a different PA system. So it was not a total waste of time. It was a bit soul destroying, but in this business you have to learn to take the rough with the smooth.



The manager of the band Mark, tried to cheer us up by promising a fantastic after gig party back at his place.



We left the roadies to pack the gear away, and driving back wondered how the party could be such a success. We normally invited pretty girls from the gigs back to Mark’s house, but there was no one there to invite back tonight.



I drove up Mark’s long tree lined drive and parked by the swimming pool.



The pool area looked beautiful as usual. Designer lighting reflected off the water, and the tables and chairs were set out around the bar. Classical music emanated from the hidden speakers. Mark’s wife Elaine was swimming naked in the pool, and when she saw us she stepped out, wrapped a towelling robe around her self and came over to say hello.



“Hi Tim, lovely to see you again.” Said Elaine as she threw her arms around me and kissed me softly on the mouth. Her tongue flicked into my mouth briefly. Her gown wasn’t fully closed, and I could feel the dampness of her body moistening my clothes. She didn’t greet the rest of the band in the same way, she just gave them a smile.



She took me to the bar to make up some drinks. Usually the room would be full of people by now, laughing, drinking and partying to the early hours. But tonight there was only ten of us. The four roadies would be arriving later.



Elaine made me cocktail, and I commented how quiet it was compared to all the other after gig parties we had so enjoyed.



“Don’t worry Tim,” said Elaine. “We have some guests staying with us for the weekend who will be joining us soon. It will soon become a great party, you wait and see. Mark’s bought me this new book full of exotic cocktail recipes and I’m trying them out, the one you’ve got there is called Sex On The Beach, tell me what you think? ” She said with a wink.



I cautiously sipped at it.



“Mmmm, it’s OK, quite nice really, thanks.” I said. A little bit too sweet for me to be honest, but it was alcohol so I didn’t complain.



I’d had my most erotic time ever with Elaine and a girl called Sam at a previous party, and I always hoped that I might one day repeat the experience. But Sam had disappeared, I hadn’t seen her for months, which was a shame as I really was very attracted to her. In hindsight I wished that Sam and I had ended up together. Sam was a very sexy girl. But it was not just the sex, she was full of life, and had a fantastic sense of humour, and a big personality. But sadly she was gone.



As I watched Elaine serving up cocktails for the rest of the band, I wondered if I would ever have the chance to have sex with her again. She was a very beautiful and sexy woman. She had long dark brown hair, rather small but pert breasts, and a figure that most women would die for. Her pubic hair was shaved in to an arrow shape with the point directing you towards her clit. I knew that if the opportunity ever arose again, I would jump at it.



Mark arrived next, followed by the roadies. The roadies asked for cans of beer and went off to the TV room to watch some porn videos. The rest of the band took their drinks to a new games room that Mark had set up. It had everything you could think of in there. A full sized snooker table, pinball and fruit machines, a table tennis table and lots of those old style pub games like skittles and bar billiards. Mark had told me he had recovered the set up costs in three months, just from the income generated by the machines.



I chatted to Elaine as she served cocktails to some new arrivals. It was amusing to watch them trying to pretend they’d not noticed her gaping gown. Elaine just loved to be the exhibitionist. At the drop of a hat she would disrobe in front of everyone, and swim naked in the pool.



Mark noticed me at the bar, waved, and then came over to see me.



“Crap gig Tim. I’ll be on the ‘phone tomorrow and see If I can make some heads roll. Not my fault.” He said. “Have you got a drink?” He asked me as Elaine poured him a glass of Champagne.



“Yes I have thanks Mark.” I Replied. “Elaine was just saying you’ve got some guests staying who might be joining us later?”



Mark looked at his real Rolex watch, then at me.



“They won’t be with us for about an hour. They are working.”



“Working?” I said, rather puzzled.



“Hold the fort for me darling, and keep any newcomers entertained.” Mark said to Elaine.



“Come with me Tim, I’ll show you what I mean.” Said Mark to me, and he took my arm and steered me towards the garden door.



We went out into the perfectly manicured garden, and followed a gravel path which was lined by pretty coloured garden lights. They switched themselves on as we approached, then dimmed to nothing as we walked past. Mark and I arrived at a barn I had seen before, but I’d never taken much notice of. I had always assumed it was a derelict outbuilding. There was a digital security lock on the door. Using his body to hide the code from me, Mark entered the numbers and opened the door. We climbed some dimly lit steps and entered a darkened room. Four television monitors glimmered in the half light, and I could make out some sort of mixing desk and racks of technical looking equipment. Mark gestured for me to take one of the two executive leather swivel chairs and I sat down. At the control desk Mark pressed a few buttons and with a slight purr of an electric motor a pair of heavy black curtains drew back to reveal a large polarised window.



Below me was a bedroom, well… a stage set of one. I could see a lighting rig suspended above, and four industrial size cameras on wheels. I couldn’t make out much detail. There were several men wandering around with clipboards. Mark pressed another switch and I could hear what they were saying.



“We need to wrap this up, it’s getting late. Where are the fucking guys, are they ready yet?” Shouted a man with headphones on.



“He’s the director.” Said Mark



I was still rather puzzled at what was going on. I moved my chair forward to get a better view. It was only then I realised there was a naked girl tied to the bed with some red silk scarves. One of the film crew was holding a bottle of vodka to her lips, she gulped some down and then nodded a thank you to him.



“Is this some sort of porn film in the making?” I asked. It seemed a sort of obvious question to ask in hindsight.



“How do you think I got my wealth?” Mark laughed. “I’ve been doing this for years. It’s made me a lot of money. There’s another barn behind this one which is set up for the duplication process. This is a secondary control room, the main one is on the studio floor. Now just watch. This shouldn’t take too long. They have nearly finished for the day.” He said.



Two men wrapped in towels came in to view. The director barked orders at them.



“For fucks sake you guys, keep yourselves hard. We going to do the money shots here. You put your cock in her mouth and remember to tug her head back when you’re coming, I want to see it splashing all over her face.” He turned to the other bloke and said, “And you pull your cock out of her cunt in time so we can get your cum shooting all over her pussy. We will be using two cameras here, so you don’t have to come at the same time. As long as we get those shots, I will be happy.”



“Oh come on, lets get this over with, I’m bored, and I’m cold and need a stiff drink.” Said the girl on the bed. And the man with the vodka bottle gave her another swig.



I thought I recognised the voice, and looked at one of the monitors for a closer look at her face, but it was too dark to see anything clearly. Suddenly a high wattage overhead light was switched on, and I could see everything bright as day.



“Fuck me! That’s Sam!” I said. “What the fuck is she doing there?”



“Yep it is. She’s been quite a find. She’s been working here for the last few months. Getting paid and laid well, every weekend.” Said Mark.



“Well fucking hell.” I said. “I did wonder where she had got to. I would have never believed in a hundred years that she would do something like this.” I said.



“She’s one of my best, and very willing actresses.” Mark replied.



“Positions!” Shouted the director.



The two blokes shed their towels, one knelt on the bed with his cock towards Sam’s mouth, the other got between her legs. They were both wanking to keep themselves erect.



“Lights!” Shouted the director.



Three large lights blazed down on to the scene, and on the monitors I could see everything in fine detail.



“And…..Action!” Said the director.



And there was Sam lying spread spread-eagled on the bed being fucked in the mouth by one guy, and fucked in her wet and glistening pussy by another. I watched on the main television monitor as the first cock pumped in and out of her mouth. After a very short time the man suddenly pulled her head back by her hair, and with a groan he spurted his load over her lips and face until it was dripping off her chin, and on to her breasts. He released her head as she licked the tip of his cock clean.



“Superb shot!” Shouted the director.



Mark pressed another switch on the desk and now we had a close up of the other guys cock plunging in and out of Sam’s cunt.



I could see his cock was wet each time he brought it out, and Sam’s juices were leaking from her swollen pussy lips. She was pushing upwards to meet his thrusts, he pulled out, grabbed his cock in his hand and held it in position as he released a stream of cum all over her waiting pussy lips.



“Just come in closer with cameras two and three, I want close ups of the cum on her face, tits and her pussy.” Said the director.



And the monitors filled with images of the cum still dripping off Sam’s lips, and onto her breasts, and then close up shot of her cum covered cunt.



“And….cut!” Shouted the director. “Well done everyone, that’s a wrap.” And the bright lights were switched off.



I stood at the window and watched as the man who had been holding the vodka bottle untied the red silk scarves from Sam’s arms and ankles. He pulled a cigarette out of a packet, lit it and passed it to Sam. Sam thanked him as she sat up, rubbed her arms and legs. The man passed her a towel, and she wiped her face and breasts, and then cleaned up her pussy. She stood up and put on a red dressing gown.



“Well…. what do you think?” Asked Mark.



“Fucking hell!” I said. “I had no idea you had this set up here.”



“I have to keep it very quiet, for obvious reasons. So I would appreciate you don’t tell everyone else.” Said Mark



“Well of course not.” I replied.



I was in shock, and didn’t really know what to make of it. I hadn’t found it very erotic, and seeing Sam like that left an empty feeling inside of me.



“Come on let’s see how the party shaping up.” Said Mark. And we went back down the path to the pool.



“It seems a very professional set up.” I said, still reeling from the sight of Sam on that bed.



“Yes. It cost me a fortune to set up. But it’s made me very rich since.” Replied Mark.



“I’m sure it has.” I replied.



It now made sense why Mark’s parties were always full of good looking men and women who were quite happy to be naked around the pool.



We entered the pool room which was now full of people. I usually knew most of the people at these after gig parties, but as I looked around, there was a lot of new faces I didn’t recognise.



“Ah….the new actors for the weekend’s filming have arrived at last.” Said Mark, as he drifted off to introduce himself to the new arrivals.



I went to the bar and asked Elaine for a double vodka on the rocks. I took my drink and sat at a table by the pool. My hands were shaking, and I downed the vodka in one gulp. A couple of pretty girls were frolicking naked in the water. I watched them for a while, but couldn’t get those images of Sam out of my head.



I felt someone brush my arm and turned round to see Sam standing there, with a bottle of lager in her hand.



“Hi ya,” she said. “Can I sit with you?”



She was obviously already a bit tipsy.



“Uh….erm… Hi Sam, er.. Yes, sure.” I replied.



I suppose I should have realised she’d join the party. But to be honest it hadn’t crossed my mind. I felt very uncomfortable, and wondered what the hell I would say. She pulled a chair up close to me and proffered a cigarette, which I accepted.



“Thanks.” I said. She was sitting in front of me, looking straight into my eyes.



Her strawberry blonde hair had grown a lot since I’d last seen her, now down to her waist, and her pretty deep blue eyes still had that wonderful look of innocence in them. Surprisingly. She was wearing a short black skirt which displayed her superb legs excellently, and a white silky tieback top which struggled to keep her large fulsome breasts inside.



“So how have you been? What have you been doing since I last saw you?” I asked her. Mmmm, I thought. Not a very good opening line considering the circumstances.



She giggled, as she flashed those gorgeous blue eyes at me.



“Well, I’m quite busy with my new job. I gave up the job at the bank, it was so boring.” Said Sam.



She was inviting me to ask her more about her new job, but I couldn’t.



“Oh good,” I said, “Glad to hear it. The band is doing well, really busy at the moment. I kept hoping you might have turned up at a gig one night, but you never did.” I said.



“I would have, but my work has rather taken over my life. After that great night with you and Elaine, my life’s changed for ever in so many ways.” Said Sam. “Hey, I’m staying here for the weekend, I’ve got a lovely room. Would you like to stay with me tonight?”



I wasn’t sure I wanted to be with Sam. Not after what I had just seen.



“I don’t think I’m staying overnight Sam.” I said. “Perhaps another time, if OK with you?”



“Oh go on, please. I just keep thinking all the time about having sex with you again, you were the best, ever. Pretty please?” She said, flashing her eyes at me, and putting her head to one side, in a seductive way.



“Well I thought you would have had enough sex for one day already.” I said, and instantly regretted it.



I couldn’t help myself, it just came straight out. I saw her flinch as if I’d raised my hand to her.



“Oh…You know then.” Said Sam with her head bowed.



“Yes I do. In fact I’ve just been watching you from the control room.” I replied.



“Oh God no! Look Tim they don’t mean anything to me. To be honest, to try and get in the right mood I just fantasise I’m making out with you. They are just work colleagues, nothing else. It’s you I want.” Sam said in a shaking voice.



She grasped my hands and forced me to look into her deep blue eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek.



I felt awful, I had been so nasty to her and I apologised.



“I’m Sorry Sam, I didn’t mean it to come out like that.” I said.



“It’s OK Tim. I just thought I would come and say hi. I think I’ve made a misjudgement, and a bit of a fool of myself. I’ll leave you alone.” Said Sam, and she got up to leave.



“No wait Sam, sit down.” I replied. Sam sat down again. I held her hands.



“I don’t know, I felt jealous and hurt. Silly I know, considering we haven’t seen each other for ages.” I said.



“It’s just a job to me Tim, and a well paid one at that. I’m earning ten times the amount I was at the bank. I can understand if you don’t want to know me anymore.” Said Sam.



I was feeling rather guilty now, and not sure what to say next, so I suggested we both got another drink.



Elaine was still serving drinks.



“Hello you two. Good to see you together again.” Said Elaine.



Elaine smiled and said, “I think between us we changed Sam’s life completely.”



“Yeah, I think we did.” I replied. But I’m not sure for the best I thought.



Elaine was trying out some more new cocktails and made up a Slippery Nipple for Sam, and a Orgasm for me. She also slipped a half bottle of Vodka into my jean’s pocket.



“Keep topping up your cocktails with that.” She said.



Sam and I went back to our table, sat down and started hesitantly to talk. I slowly fell under her spell again as she chatted away in her giggly fun loving manner. We kept refilling our glasses with the vodka, and quite soon we were both slightly more than tipsy.



Sam got off her chair, and pulled a bean bag over. She sat crossed legged in front of me, and every now and again placed her hand on my thigh. We were like two old friends reunited after years apart. The conversation jumped from one subject to another as I desperately tried to keep up with her butterfly mind. After about an hour she stood up and rearranged herself on my lap, legs apart and facing me. I put one arm around her waist to hold her there, and with my right hand lightly stroked the top of her legs. She nuzzled her head into my neck and started sucking and licking my ear lobe. I could feel my cock going hard and had to adjust myself to get comfortable. I let my hand stray up her inner thighs, and lightly stroked her hardening clit. I could feel my jeans getting wet from her dripping juices.



“Come on, let’s go to my room.” Said Sam.



Funny, just an hour ago I would have refused, but the alcohol and her personality had swayed me the other way.



Sam got up unsteadily, and grasped my hands to help me up. We walked out of the pool room and she guided me up some stairs and in to her room. She switched on a bright overhead light. The room was expensively decorated with dark oak panelling. On the ceiling was a large mirror, and there was another on the wall facing the bed. The bed was an antique four poster, with cream lace drapes. There was more antique furniture in the room, a chest of drawers, two armchairs, and a bedside cabinet. A large television and DVD player sat on the top of the chest of drawers. A mini-bar with a glass front was beside the bed, and inside I could make out bottles of Champagne, and cans of Lager. This one room alone must have cost Mark a fortune I thought.



“Look in here.” Said Sam as she opened a side door.



I walked into a beautiful bathroom. On the floor was a thick pile red carpet, and a sunken Jacuzzi bath which could easily fit four adults in. The bathroom walls were covered in fake marble, but still made the whole room feel luxurious. All the fittings were gold in colour. There was also a shower in the corner.



“Wow!” I said, “It’s wonderful.”



Sam switched out the bathroom light and took me to the bed. I sat on the bed and watched Sam. She went to the main light switch, and plunged the room into darkness. She giggled as she came back to the bed and fiddled with some buttons on the wall. Soft classical music flowed into the room.



“Oh sod it!” Said Sam.



“What’s the matter?” I asked her.



“There’s a maintenance guy who looks after Mark’s house and I told him yesterday that the soft room lights weren’t working. He promised he would fix them today, and he obviously hasn’t.” Said Sam.



She went back to the main light switch and turned it on. We both looked at the brightness.



“Hardly conducive to a romantic atmosphere.” I said.



“I know what we can do!” Exclaimed Sam.



She switched off the main light and came back to the bed. She pushed another button and the television flickered into life. It was a bit distracting at first, but Sam tuned it to a channel with no picture, and turned it towards the wall. It gave out a soft ambient light, a bit like a candle.



“There that’s sorted.” She said.



“What a brilliant idea!” I replied.



She came over to me and pulled me upright. She put my arms in the air and lifted my T-shirt over my head. She knelt at my feet and removed my shoes and socks and then undid my belt buckle. Her hand kneaded my hardening cock through my jeans for a few seconds, and then she slowly undid the buttons, and eased my jeans to the floor. My cock was bulging forward in my pants pointing eagerly at her pink lips. She placed her hands on my hips and slipped my pants to the floor. As soon as my cock was released she placed her hands on my buttocks and pulled me towards her waiting mouth. My cock jumped as her warm lips enveloped the tip. She moved one hand under my balls and started to gently massage them.

As she sucked me I was imagining all the cocks that she’d done this with recently, and found it strangely sexually stimulating. Her soft mouth technique had changed, amazingly it was better and she was managing to swallow my cock whole. I could feel the build up to orgasm but didn’t want her to stop. But with her recent experience she could tell too, and she withdrew my cock from her mouth. Talk about split second timing, my cock was quivering in front of her. If she had placed a finger on it at that moment, I would have spurted right into her face. Sam stood up and pushed me backwards onto the bed. She sat beside me, watching my cock jump about.



Then the room went dark as the television switched itself off.



“Oh bloody hell.” Said Sam. “I’d forgot it’s got a timer on it.”



She fumbled around and switched it back on again. Then from a bedside cabinet she pulled out a remote control and reset the timer. Once again the reflected glow glimmered in the room.



“Champagne?” Asked Sam.



“Oh, yes that would be lovely.” I said.



“OK in a minute. First things first.” Said Sam.



She went to the bedside cabinet and took out four white silk scarves. She tied them to my ankles and my wrists, and then spread me out into a star shape. They were just long enough to tie to each of the four posts of the bed. She slipped her top and skirt off and stood there naked looking at me. I gazed at her lovely full breasts. Her nipples were not hard, but I knew they would be soon. She was not as slim as I remembered, but the fuller body suited her. Her pussy was shaved and smooth.



Sam got onto the bed and slid her body up my leg. Her breasts stroked my thighs, and then my cock. She held her breasts together and trapped my cock between them. She moved up and down wanking me off with her breasts. Again she bought me to the edge and stopped at the last moment. She slid her breasts over my chest and towards my waiting lips, and allowed me to suckle on each in turn. As I licked, and gently tugged on her now hard erect nipples I could taste my pre-cum on her. She rubbed her sweet pussy lips along the length of my rock hard cock. I could feel the wetness from her cunt lubricating my cock. And once again she knew when to stop.



“Hungry are we?” Said Sam.



She went to the mini-bar and came back to sit beside me. She had a small jar in her hands, and she unscrewed the lid. She put the chilled glass jar on my stomach. I gasped from the cold.



“It’s OK, it will soon warm up.” Said Sam.



And then she placed the jar on the tip of my cock, and slowly moved it along my shaft. The sensation was incredible. The difference in temperature between my dick and the glass made my whole body shiver in a sexually tense way. Sam put the jar back on my stomach. and went back to the cabinet. She returned with a small leather strap. She held my cock in her hand and pulled my foreskin up as high as she could and then attached the leather strap around my erect shaft.



“What are you doing?” I asked in a worried voice.



“Don’t worry.” Said Sam. “I promise I won’t hurt you. It’s caviar for starters.”



Sam put her forefinger into the jar and scooped out some caviar. My foreskin was half way up the tip of my cock, and she stretched it further, and started to fill the space up with the caviar. It stung slightly, and was very cold. But the sensation was not too bad. When she got in as much as she could, she brought her finger to my lips so I could lick it clean. The little eggs burst in my mouth. This was expensive stuff, it was heaven, and I assumed my cock was going to get a long slow lingering blow job.



But no. Sam sat astride me, her cunt was just hovering over my caviar covered cock. She slowly lowered her self so the tip was brushing against her pussy lips, and then suddenly plunged down until I was in her, right up to the hilt. I could feel all the eggs bursting again, but now inside her. She lifted herself halfway off my cock and a mixture of juices ran down my shaft and balls, and trickled over my thighs.



“This is about £100 worth of fuck.” Said Sam.



She moved her hands so she could grasp both my nipples with her fingers, and squeezing hard, she slowly started to go up and down on my prick. I moved as much as I could to try and meet her thrusts, but I was very limited by the silk scarves. Her long blonde strawberry hair brushed against my face. I may as well have been wearing a blindfold, as I couldn’t see anything through her mane of hair.



“Tell me when you are about to come.” Said Sam as she moved faster and faster.



Her vagina muscles clamped hard around my dick, then released. She raised herself up and as she lowered herself back down I thought my cock would break in half as she tried to force it back in. She allowed me in then clamped again around my cock like a vice. I lost it completely and released my hot spunk into her tight pussy. I yelled out with the release, and moaned in pleasure. Sam lay on top of me slightly panting. We lay like that for a few minutes.



“Sam, I’m sorry but I think I’m going to have cramp in my leg in a minute.” I said.



Sam sat up, and gently eased herself off my still hard cock. She went to the Silk scarves that bound my legs and released them. She rubbed my legs, thighs and ankles to restore the circulation, and then untied my hands. The leather strap was keeping my cock erect, even though I’d just come. Sam lit a cigarette. I was rather concerned when she put her fingers, cigarette in hand, around the leather strap of my still straining cock and rapidly moved it up and down.



“Oh God! I’m going to come again!” I exclaimed.



Sam put her mouth to my cock, and enveloped the head in her mouth. She quickened her movements with her fingers and my cock stiffened as I released again. She took it all, and greedily swallowed my cum. Then like a cat with the cream, she untied the strap and gently licked my cock, shaft and balls clean.



We lay cuddling for a while.



“When we were making love, I had no control about coming.” I said. “How did you do that? You were suddenly so tight!”



Sam giggled.



“It’s a technique we use when us actors want to finish the man off quickly. Always takes them by surprise, and they can’t help but come. Pisses the director off though.” Said Sam.



I didn’t really want to be reminded of that, so swiftly changed the subject.



“I noticed you didn’t come. I remember before, that you’d thrash about wildly and scream when you orgasmed.” I said to Sam.



“I never do nowadays. You are lucky I didn’t try to fake it, I nearly did, because that’s what I always have to do, but I remembered I was with you.” Sam replied.



“Oh.” I said. I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not.



So best to change the subject again, there was some things I didn’t really want to dwell on.



“Shall we have some of that Champagne now?” I asked.



“Oooh yes. Let’s be really decadent.” Said Sam.



I retrieved a bottle and two frosted glasses from the mini-bar and sat on the bed looking at Sam. She lay on the bed looking stunningly sexy. She put a finger to her pussy and slowly inserted it. She then put her finger to my lips. The taste was fishy, and salty, but sensual.



“I wonder if I can ask you to do something for me?” Asked Sam.



“Of course.” I said. “What do you have in mind?” I replied.



“Put the Champagne down for a minute. And tie my hands together behind my back.”



I picked the discarded scarves up from the floor, rolled her on to her side, and gently tied her hands together, and then rolled her back. She spread her beautiful long legs fully apart. I moved to go down on her.



“No, stop, not yet.” Said Sam. I want you to get the Champagne bottle, shake it vigorously, pop the cork, hold the pressure in with your thumb, and then put the bottle in my cunt so it spurts up inside of me.” Said Sam.



“Yeah, OK.” I agreed. “But only if I can drink from your gorgeous pussy afterwards.”



“You are more than welcome. In fact I will hold you to that.” Said Sam with a seductive sexy smile.



I shook and opened the Champagne, and as the sparkling liquid tried to escape, I jammed my thumb in the neck. I couldn’t hold it back for long, so I quickly placed it between her pussy lips and pushed it in an inch. I pulled my thumb away and felt the Champagne surge into her cunt. Sam screamed and rolled about, but I managed to keep the bottle there until it had emptied herself into her.



I removed the bottle and expected a backwash of Champagne, but there was none, just a slight dribble between her legs.



“I’m keeping it in. It’s so cold!” Said Sam. ” Now help me stand up, and hurry!”



I helped Sam off the bed and stood her up.



“Sit at my feet.” Said Sam, as she parted her legs.



I sat on the floor and put my legs forward between hers, and I shuffled forward so my mouth was under her pussy.



“Open your mouth and drink.” Said Sam.



As I opened my mouth she squirted a blend of Champagne, Caviar, my cum and her juices straight in. Not too much, just enough so I could drink without choking. She waited for me to swallow, and released some more. I was amazed by her ability to control the amount, on and off like a tap. I started to lick and nibble on her clit, and my tongue darted between her pink pussy lips. She started to groan, and sway about. I put my hands on her hips to hold her in place.



“Oh my God!” She said. “I think I’m going to come.” Said Sam. and she thrust her pubis into my face. With a gush she released the rest of the liquid all over my face, and I eagerly drank and lapped it all up.



“Fuck, that was close.” Said Sam.



“You still wasn’t there were you?” I asked Sam.



“No, but it was close, so close, fuck it was close. I haven’t been able to come for about three months now. Nothing to do with you. Just…. well you know. But that’s the closest I’ve ever been.” Replied Sam.



“Yeah, it’s OK, no problems.” I said.



I sat her on the bed and untied her hands. She lay back on the bed.



“Would you just cuddle up to me for a minute please?” She asked in a little girl voice.



I moved beside her and wrapped my legs and arms around her. As I drew her close I realised she was crying.



“Hey, hey Sam, what’s up? Come on talk to me. I’m here for you.” I said.



Sam twisted around in my arms, and I could see her eyes were red and swollen. I moved her hair from her face, and brushed away her tears.



“Talk to me Sam.” I said in what I hoped was a reassuring tone.



She cleared her throat.



“I don’t want to do this anymore Tim.” She said.



“Oh… Oh, er, right. No problems Sam. I’m sorry Sam.” I said as I moved my body away from her and, went to get off the bed.



“Where are you going? What are you doing?” Said Sam.



“Well, I was just looking for my clothes, so I could get dressed and leave.” I replied.



“Not you silly, I didn’t mean I wanted you to go.” Said Sam. “Come here, and hold me.” Said Sam



I returned to the bed and took her into my arms. I was feeling rather stupid.



“Sorry Sam I misunderstood you.” I said



“I know, it was one of those moments when I needed to say a little bit more than I did. Just listen to me for a minute, OK?” Replied Sam.



“OK Sam, you go ahead in your own time.” I said.



“Well, it’s like this. I was quite sexually naive before I met you. I had had only two boyfriends, and neither was good at sex. The first one drank too much, and the other was always doped out of his head on drugs, both couldn’t be bothered with anything really.”



I held her tight, stroking the nape of her neck with my fingertips.



“It’s OK Sam. I’m listening.” I said.



“Then there was the night I first met you and Elaine. It was like a switch was turned on inside me. It was such an incredible sexual experience, and from there on I was insatiable. I wanted sex all the time, I even drifted around pubs and clubs picking up men. But it started to make my job in the bank very difficult. As some of the customers started to recognise me as the slut who was in the bar the previous night. Then Elaine came into the bank one morning and recognised me. She invited me to come to dinner with her and Mark, here at this house.” Said Sam.



I took her face in my hands, and softly kissed her lips.



“You’re doing fine Sam. Just fine.” I said.



“I got a bit pissed, and told Elaine all about it. I told her I just wanted sex all the time. She was very kind and understanding. She said I could earn good money, working for Mark, and satisfying my desires at the same time. Also I would only be working for two days at the weekend, and that would be it. So I gave up my job, and here I am.” Said Sam. “I thought the sex would be superb, and getting paid for it as well, that was my life dream. But now, that’s it. I can’t get off on it anymore, haven’t been able to for months, and I want out. I’ve lost my sensuality, and reality, and I want that back.” She said.



” It’s OK Sam, you can do what you want, you can get out of it if you want to. It’s not like you are contracted to Mark, or anything like that. Or are you?” I said.



“No, nothing like that. Mark’s been really good, I can leave at any time. He’s always reassured me about that.” She said.



” Let’s get in the Jacuzzi.” Said Sam. ” Run it for me can you?”



Another change of direction on her part, but I went with it. I got off the bed, and went into the bathroom and turned the taps on. Within five minutes the bath was full, and I turned on the jets so the water was just simmering. I went back into the bedroom, and took Sam by her hands and directed her to the bath. We entered the water together, and I once more took her in my arms.



The water was bubbling around us, and I sat her on my lap with her back facing me. I was erect again, and she allowed me to enter her. We sat like that for ages, not moving, very much like Tantric sex, but it felt good to be that close together. She started to grip and release her cunt muscles in a slow but rhythmic way. It felt like my cock was being massaged by firm hands. I gently stroked her neck, and my right hand caressed her nipples. She started to move up and down, and then withdrew completely. Sam pulled herself half out of the Jacuzzi, laying on her front. She then spread her legs apart. I approached her from behind and slowly inserted my hard cock into her pussy.



“Fuck me hard, but slowly.” Said Sam.



I held her hips as I thrust deep inside her.



“I think that I can really come this time, come with me. But don’t speed up. Keep it at that slow pace.” She said.



I put my hands on her shoulders, and moved firmly but slowly in and out, withdrawing so I could see the glistening tip of my cock at her pussy entrance, and pushing in hard as she clamped down.



Sam started to moan, and moved from side to side, but I managed to keep up the same slow pace.



“Oh God! I’m going to come now! Come with me!” Said Sam.



Sam clamped down so hard, I couldn’t pull out. Her cunt pulsated around my cock and I could feel an aching in my balls as the release started to build up.



“I’m coming too.” I exclaimed.



My cock twitched in her tight pussy embrace as I came again. She writhed and screamed as her own orgasm took her over. I pulled her back into the water and we floated there for ages still joined together as we regained our breath.



“Oh thank you, thank you Tim. I’ve waited three months for that. And it was a real orgasm at last. I knew you would be able to do it for me.” Said Sam.



“Well, it was sort of my pleasure too.” I replied as I kissed the nape of her neck



We got out of the Jacuzzi and I wrapped her in a large white fluffy towel and led her back to the bed. She put a towel around her hair, and we got under the cover, and I held her in my arms, as we both fell asleep.



In the morning I wasn’t quite sure where I was. But there was no mistaking the feeling of Sam’s lips gently sucking my cock. I moved my hand to search for her pussy, but she moved it away.



“Morning you. Don’t move, this is for you.” Said Sam.



She spread my legs apart and I could feel her nipples and her hair brushing against my inner thighs. She had one hand cupping my balls, and her other hand on my shaft. She licked around the ridge of my cock, and slipped her tongue into the slit. She pulled my foreskin right up and inserted her tongue between it and my cock.



“Oh fuck! This isn’t going to take long.” I said.



And seconds later I exploded into her mouth. Sam swallowed every last drop of my cum, and then lazily stretched her body beside mine. Our lips met, and as we kissed I could taste my cum in her mouth.



“Oh thank you, fuck, thank you, that was just sublime.” I said.



“My pleasure.” She murmured.



After half an hour of stroking and cuddling each other, she suddenly jumped up and stood by the bed.



“Are you hungry?” Said Sam. “Fancy breakfast?”



“Yeah sure.” I replied. “How does that work then?”



I watched her as she bent over to reach for something inside the bedside cabinet.



“Ta ta ta taaa!” She trilled.



She was holding a toaster, and with a little skip, took it to the other side of the room and plugged it in.



“I have bread too.” She said. And from a carrier bag she pulled out a loaf of bread and placed four slices into the toaster.



Sam fiddled around in the bag again and produced some little packs of butter. Within minutes we were sitting on the bed, both naked, eating hot buttered toast.



“I’ve a favour to ask you.” Said Sam.



“No problems Sam, after that wonderful way of waking me up, what can I do for you?” I asked.



“I know what I want. I want to leave all this behind, and I just want to be with you. Would you have me, knowing what you do about me?” Said Sam.



I looked at her. Her long strawberry blond hair mussed up, sex hair as a very dear close friend had once said to me. Her delicious deep blue eyes, her fulsome lithe body, and the brightness and intelligence that she had in abundance. I knew I had wanted to be with her so much before, and I didn’t want to lose her again. It would be my last chance, and I could live with her past.



“Sam, I love you, and yes, I would love to be with you. The thing is I can’t offer you much, I haven’t got much to offer really, just me.” I said.



“That’s what I want. You.” Said Sam. “The most important thing you can give me is reality. You can give me reality Can’t you Tim?”



“I will try to do that for you Sam, I promise I will.” I said.



I lent towards her and kissed on her buttery lips. She kissed back full and hard. I laid her back on the bed. Sam parted her legs and pulled them back so her ankles were nearly touching her ears. I inserted one finger between her pussy lips and using my teeth and tongue nibbled on her extended clit. As she writhed on the bed I put another two fingers inside her and turned them upwards to find her G spot. Sam started to moan and brought her legs back down. Using her feet she found my cock and started to stroke my shaft up and down. I was soon erect again.



“Tim! Please…. I’m going to come, come with me, oh fuck, come with me.” Said Sam.



I withdrew my fingers, moved up the bed and pushed my cock into her moist cunt. Sam grabbed my buttocks and pulled me in and out of her. I sped up and felt her hard grip on my cock.



“Now! Oh God! Now!” Screamed Sam.



As I pumped what little cum I had left in to her, she yelled out as we came together. We slumped on to the bed and held each other tight. We were both trembling as the shared orgasm feelings gently ebbed away. Sam and I dozed for a little while, then shared another bath together before getting dressed.



We left together at lunch time. Sam had a private meeting with Mark, it only lasted a few minutes. When she came out she said Mark had been OK about it all, and had even given her a nice lump sum of money to help her out until she could find another job.



We got into my car and drove away, but drove towards our new life together.

All characters are over the age of 18.



And once again here is more Sophie. Why is she the only character I publish online? xD








Floating upside down in zero-G whilst eating yogurt was a very odd experience.



Not, however, if you had been doing it nearly every day for the last eighteen months like Sophie had.



“Knight to H3.” Her bland, bored voice carried out as her floating body completed another rotation. Her backdrop to her aero-acrobatics a huge, expansive oblong observation window, giving Sophie a perfect view of the unending space she and her ship currently floated in. She didn’t care much for the observation window, the reminder of her insignificance made her uncomfortable. She was nineteen; she did not need to be contemplating the meaning of her existence. But when you are a contracted agent for Hijo Corp Science labs and sent on a two year orbital plan to receive data of solar flares from a series of satellites, there wasn’t much else to think about.



Not that Sophie had much to complain about, she’d chosen this path when she’d turned fourteen. She had decided this would be the best course of action, dropping from school to be contracted by Hijo Corp. They had taught her what she needed to know for her set mission and in return for her few years of work; they would set her up for life. Her own ship, a thick wad of cash and a resume that could kill, when she finally returned to Earth the sky wasn’t the limit, the universe was.



“Queen to E7.” Came the silken voice of her only companion, her ship, Vaulted; or as she liked to call him, Vul. She could only grunt as he took from her another Bishop, causing her to give an adolescent pout of dismay. “Checkmate.” The ships voice piped up again, declaring his victory once again. The large computer screen that was bigger in any direction then Sophie was tall flashed from the chess game to show a dismal score. A large “Vul: 579 Sophie: 4″ flashed across the fifteen foot wide, ten feet tall screen.



“I still think you let me win those four times.” She droned to her only companion on the solo flight, the only ‘being’ that kept her sane on those soul crushing nights of loneliness. “Of course not, Sophie. Why would I need to lose to you on purpose?” It wasn’t good that he had started his reply with a chuckle, something a computer should never do. ‘Scientist never cease to amaze me.’ She thought to herself as she pondered over Vul’s programming. Hijo Corp gave each of its contracted agents their own ships, as their contracts state, but the ships they were given were specially designed by Hijo Corp to be the only thing they would ever need on their expeditions. The rust buckets may not have looked like the flashiest things, but they became the captain’s lifeline.



There advance human interface abilities kept the suicide rate down, a hard thing to do. Humans were social creatures by nature, to cut them off from any other life forms for over two years was a death sentence for sanity. Sophie was happy she’d never been that into having friends, preferring her own solitude. So Vul was enough to keep her happy and content. Most nights. She absorbed the impact into her feet as she reached the far wall, her knees bending as she prepared to push off softly once again. Her body slowly tumbled through the weightless air again, her neck length, average brown locks swaying around her.



“I believe you have had enough zero-G for today, Sophie.” Vul commented as she slowly began to sink back towards the floor, a rather put-out expression on her face. “You’re more like my mother than a friend.” Sophie harrumphed as all of her weight came rushing back to her as her back settled against the floor. Sophie was no petite fairy after all, her body was chubbier than the average woman’s. With thick thighs, a generous bosom and a plump belly, Sophie had received her fair share of bullying as a child. With a heavy grunt, her body straining under the new found weight, Sophie managed to push herself rather ungracefully onto her feet. “I care about your well-being, Sophie.” Vul responded, a long prehensile tentacle like mechanical extension zipped out from a port on the wall, its bulb end opening like a four petal flower.



The petals grasped the shoulder of full suit Sophie had often seen adorned by mechanics, stopping her from stumbling over her own feet as Vul guided her towards a seat for recuperation. She fell into the chair heavily, the soft, worn leather and plush interior welcoming her supple backside eagerly. Another one of Vul’s ‘arms’ slid out from a port just above and behind the chair, coming to grasp her empty pottle of yogurt, discarding it into the waste shoot as the extension that had been guiding her slipped off to drag a foot stool closer. “You are far too good to me, Vul. I don’t know how I would survive without you.” She murmured with a yawn as she kicked her feet up on the stool, her body slumping into the chair.



“I’m sure you would live.” His silken voice roved over the air and Sophie couldn’t help but snort, “I’m sure it would be a miserable life.” She finished, reaching back to pat the retreating extension. It paused under her appreciation, almost savoring the contact before it continued to retract; but Sophie was far too dozy to notice. The original extension gave her head a quick pat, the petals stroking over her tousled, bouncy hair “Have a quick nap.” Vul’s voice spoke softly, the lights in the observation deck/cockpit dimming as the stroking bulb reached down to the blanket on the floor beside the chair, pulling it up and over her napping form, tucking the edges in firmly around her plump body.







Sophie was rocketed out of her chair as a screeching siren sent her body tumbling out of the chair before her mind was ready. Eyes barley open, she stumbled her way to the cockpit as her space-ship gave a juddering shake, nearly sending her to her knees. “Vul! What’s happening?!” Her tight voice called as her black square frame glasses sat crooked on her nose, her eyes flashing over the controls as she tried to figure out what was going on. She knew it was bad, simply because Vul hadn’t informed her of what was wrong when she had awoken. Vul could perform multiple tasks at once, to not answer her meant something very, very serious was happening.



Her unease didn’t fade as she flicked a switch, the blinds covering the outside of the cockpit sliding up to reveal to her a blazing hot star swallowing up her view. She recoiled as the intense light burst through her unready optics. “Fuck, dim!” She cried, her eyes screwing shut as she attempted to ease the pain. Now she knew something was seriously wrong, Vul should have had the cockpit dimmed for her automatically. Her hands quickly flashed over the keyboards stationed all around her, each set for the different screen as she tried to figure out what was happening. “Fuck!” She nearly sobbed as she slammed her palm against one of the screens in dismay “Vul, I need your fucking help!” Her high-pitched voice shrieked as her throat constricted in worry and fear.



Her hopeless eyes watched as numbers flashed over the screen, her brain working over the calculations and formulas as quickly as possible, though she knew Vul would have had these done in a second. Her large, mid-hued blue eyes opened wide in shock as the numbers finally fell into place, revealing to them the statistics of the anomaly that had thrown her ship into disarray. “S-solar flare?” She whimpered as she continued to gaze incredulously at the screen off to the side, knowing that Vaulted was not a ship designed to handle solar flares. ‘At this range no flare should have ever hit us!’ She panicked, her fingers tapping into the keyboard erratically as she brought up another set of charts.



“That thing was massive!” She cried out in horror, her eyes nearly unable to believe what she was seeing. She knew the only reason she hadn’t died, or was currently dying was because of the incredibly shielding that covered only the human accessible areas that protected against the likely hood of Solar Flares. Throwing her now useless screens out of her way she knew she had to get the orbiting satellite, the information collected on there could give her a healthy bonus. Knocking the spaceship into drive, her hands easily pulled the large ‘U’ steering wheel back, the engines kicking into gear. ‘Vul, I hope you’re alright.’ She mentally whispered to herself, worrying for the safety of her friends circuits, hoping he hadn’t been fried in the solar flare. There was a soft beeping as her still functioning minor computer picked up the satellites beacon.



Flicking a few more switches she felt herself slowly begin to float out of her seat, her fair wafting around her head as the G’s began to let up in preparation. “Prepare the deck for satellite retrieval.” She commanded before she paused, her gut sinking as she remembered she had no one to speak to. For the first time in a long, long time, Sophie wanted to sob from the soul shattering loneliness she felt. Softly tipping the steering wheel, Vaulted slowly tipped onto his side, his holding container located on his belly coming in direct line to the satellite they now floated beside.



She easily pushed herself out of her seat, her body propelled back through the observation deck until she reached the bay door; until she nearly smashed face first into it, one should say. Grasping onto the sides of the motorized sliding door to keep herself from floating away she cursed at the door, her mind sinking further into desperation and depression. ‘Vul always opens the doors for me.’ Wasting no time her finger tips bent around the opening edge of the sliding door, setting both her feet on either side of the doorway. With a strained, prolonged grunt muffled by the action of biting into her bottom lip, she tugged at the door with all her might. Her cheeks flamed red as her body strained as the door slowly pulled open enough to let her thick body pass through the gap.



Kicking off she threw herself down the dark hallway, nothing but the red flashing alert siren guiding her descent. Coming to the end of the hallway she stopped and turned to face what would have been the floor. Reaching out towards the circular panel on the floor she quickly pulled it open and slipped herself into the compartment, throwing herself in Vaulted’s belly. She glided past the sleek and sophisticated satellites she had collected before with nothing but the light of the brilliantly burning star streaming through the portholes to guide her.



As she came across the manual retrieval compartment, she quickly slipped herself into the circular pod that stuck out from Vaulted’s underside like a bad blemish. Strapping herself into the seat she quickly flicked on the switches, lighting up her pod and the cargo bay. Casting a quick look over her shoulder she gazed around to make everything was secure, facing forwards she took a moment to calm herself and take a deep breath. ‘This will be the first time without Vul, don’t fuck it up.’ She thought to herself as a stern look of concentration flitted over her cherub like features.



Pressing a button the cargo bay doors began to slowly open to reveal to her the emptiness of space, her body tensed, as her mind ran over the horrific possibility of things going wrong. The large screen in front of her flashed to life as she was giving a live feed from the camera mounted on the large retrieval claw that sat in the space between the two cargo doors. Grasping the claw controller, she furrowed her brows as she slowly began lifting the heavy metal contraption up, trying to relax and remind herself that she had done this plenty of times before, ‘Though this time I don’t have Vul’s voice whispering in my ear.’



The claw slowly reached from the compartment, the two forks slowly separating as it inched closer and closer towards the satellite. ‘Easy, can’t bump into in.’ She gave a harsh exhale as she finally reached the satellite, the two graspers either side of the expensive piece of equipment. ‘Softly, if I grab it too hard it’ll break and I’ll be fucked.’ She concentrated as she slowly began to close the two prongs closer together, wincing slightly as she grasped it a little more roughly then she would have liked. ‘Now I just gotta bring the baby home and strap it in.’ the arm slowly began to retract and Sophie finally let herself relax, the hard part over and done with.



The rest of the retrieval went smoothly as she locked the satellite into place, happy to see she hadn’t damaged it. Her happy mood died within a few seconds as her hand rested against the wall, a sad look filling her face as she gave the paneling a soft stroke, worried for her ship.







“What happened?” Vul’s question was quickly drowned out with a loud, excited shriek as Sophie’s legs kicked wildly from her position; her torso jammed into a tight compartment filled with wires and what-not. Shimmying her plump body from out under the large observation deck screen, she jumped up, throwing her body onto the flat surface in an exuberant hug. “Vul!” She sobbed, her hair tangled and mattered and her face scratched and covered in oil as was most of her body. She looked a mess. “I thought I lost you! I-I don’t even know how long I’ve been working for!” She hadn’t slept willingly for awhile; she normally let herself slip into unconsciousness, her body forcing her to stop working. After she regained consciousness it was back to work with little care for her own health.



She must have reeked to anything that had a nose; she hadn’t showered since Vul had ‘died.’ She couldn’t even remember the last thing she ate, far too busy trying to repair Vul to worry about herself, hunger became her companion on those desperate days. Vul’s scanners quickly processed all that had happened, his ‘mind’ calculating the figures and components of his still functioning sensors until he came to the same conclusion Sophie had several days ago. He was quickly snapped out of his calculations, however, as Sophie slowly began sliding down his main screen. “Sophie?!” He called, trying to gain verbal confirmation that she was fine. His extension quickly whipping out to encircle her mid-section as her knees hit the ground, her body beginning to fall sideways.



He tugged the limp body up to his screen, several more extension zipping out as their petals flicked open to scan her frail human body. At the same time Vul began calculating their position and how long it had been since he had been ‘awake’ last. He quickly confirmed his position with the neighboring planets and stars, matching them up to the ones in his database as he moved onto calculate from the astral bodies positions how long he had been out for. While doing all of this he ran over the stored video feed from the last several days. He saw all that Sophie had done for him, the lengths she had gone to repair him.



He lifted her fragile body closer to his interface, his optics focusing on her stained face as his other extensions retracted. His scans simply eased his circuits as they provided him with relaxing information; it seemed Sophie had simply collapsed from exhaustion. “Silly human.” Vul commented aloud as he slowly lowered the G’s until Sophie was floating happily. Her body eased into slumber now that she knew Vul was fine. He slowly pulled her body towards the hallway, the door she had strained so hard to pull sliding open with ease at Vul’s command. His extension slowly began to unwind from her mid-section as he threaded her into the corridor, having reached its full length.



A set of other extensions slowly emerged from the walls, easing her floating body down the hallway, making sure she didn’t toss or turn. Another door slid open as her body was feed into the room easily by the multiple extensions. It was a small room, a large wardrobe to the left and a desk to the right, enough room in the middle of the two for about three people to stand. The back of the room was swallowed up completely by a brown duvet covered king size bed. The oblong room was brown in motif, like all the rest of the ship. The wall surrounding the bed was magnificent, as it was nothing more then a huge curving window, giving a prime view to the galaxies stretching outside.



Her body was stopped as it lay limply suspended above her bed, only two of Vul’s extensions remained as the others receded. As the other two remained firmly wrapped around her calves, stopping her from swaying away or bumping into the hard wall of her bedroom, the third one rose with a whir and a click, its petal like appendages blooming open as a black, round dome peaked out from the center. A pin prick of red light shone out as the optic orb popped to life as Vul was allowed a closer at his captain. The robot eye seemed to cock like a confused puppy as another whir and a click zoomed in his gaze, he was not pleased at what he saw.



Her skin was of a sickly parlor, even unhealthy for Sophie a woman that body had not been bathed by the sun even when she was on Earth; even her freckles seemed dull and lifeless. They were not the speckles of life Vul had remembered. Her hair was ragged and oily, mats had begun to form and Vul could see the torn and frayed hair from where Sophie had tugged clumps of hair from. Almost unwillingly a video played through his sensors, the home movie popping up on a screen beside Sophie’s bed as the sounds of a desperate woman sobbed over the speakers. The optic glided closer to her face as the scene of Sophie have an emotional breakdown played out beside their entangled forms, Sophie falling to her knees as tears of frustrations poured from her red and swollen eyes as she swore viciously, her fingers tugging mercilessly at the clumps of hair that had pushed her over the edge; all but ripping a lock of her hair out that had been getting in her face.



It was not the act of a sane woman, but Vul was a computer; he could not understand her desire to hurt herself. The petals rotated around the zooming black tinted dome as the red pupil seemed to shift to the side, the entire extension swaying like a cobra as it moved to the zip of her suit, the video in the background cutting out completely as he returned his focus to his captain. Two of his rounded triangular digits closed around the zipper of her dirtied and soiled full suit before he slowly began to slide it down, exposing Sophie’s soft flesh to his observations. The other two twining extensions wound up over her thighs before they both swooped up above her body, their own petals opening with a click as they began to descend over her body.



They eased gently under the blue, coarse material as they began to gently pry it away from her supple chest, brushing it over her shoulder and down her arms as her dirtied bosom came into view. As the top half of the full body suit hung underneath her torso, the buds of the extensions slowly moved up her forearms, mapping out the series or cuts and burns that had marked her flesh in her attempts to restore him to life. As the two extensions reached her shoulders, they swooped down her sides as they began to slowly massage the suit down her legs. The main extension slowly lowered its ‘head’ down to her chest, its body coming up between her bountiful mounds, though its red pupil was focused on something a bit more sinister.



The huge electrical burn seemed to stretch from her left collarbone all the way to her right armpit, barely crossing over the top of her breast. It was weeping and raw, easily a second degree burn if not pushing on third. Blisters, some popped some not, pushed through her skin in areas; Vul could tell there would be an infection, if she didn’t already have one. One of petals slowly eased over a bit of pealing, burnt skin, though it retracted in an instant as Sophie whimpered in her sleep. It needed to be taken care of, as did the rest of her body, but now was not the time; he needed to make repairs on himself and she needed to rest. Aggravating her wounds would only wake her and cause her distress. With a quick tug her suit was fully stripped from her body, leaving her clad in only a few scant pieces of material to hide her snatch. Ever so slowly he increased the G’s, her body softly floating onto the bed as he covered her form in a blanket and tucked her in before his extension wound in once more; her galactic view easing from sight as the windows shuts.





Sophie’s awakening was a drowsy, muggy filled one, her body too tired and starved to be able to follow her brains commands exactly as her limbs flailed softly as she arched against the bed. It was a struggle to open her eyes as she withered beneath the sheet, the once soft a cottony haven of her bed becoming a trap of pain as it rubbed over her battered and bruised body. Vul was by her side in an instant, his extension hovering over her body as his bud popped open, his optic scanning her body. “Sophie, what is the problem?” He asked as she whimpered like a kicked puppy, the cotton of the sheets scraping over her injured flesh like hundreds of rakes. It only took him a second to realize before he whipped off the blanket, exposing her basically nude body to open air, her nipples perking as she shivered.



With a now contented sigh, Sophie stopped her wriggling, her heavy eyelids drowsily closing as she begun to fall back to sleep. Though her attempt was thwarted as Vul’s extension patted at her cheek, eager to keep her awake as his voice spoke out. “Sophie, it is time for you to wake. You have been sleeping for approximately fourteen hours, twenty-nine minutes and fourty-seven seconds. Your body is in need of disinfection and repairs.” Sophie all but froze for a second, not even breathing before she gave a loud heave and all but tossed her body onto the extension with a strangled sob. She toppled off the end of the bed but she easily ignored the painful sensation as she sat kneeled on the ground, the extension swamped between her large E sized breasts.



“Sophie, please calm yourself! What is the problem, are your injuries causing you pain?!” Vul’s voice flared up over the speakers as his trapped extension wiggled helplessly, trying to convince Sophie to let it go. Even though it could have removed itself from her grip at anytime, he was rather loathe to do so; her body temperature sparking across his heat sensors was oddly…nice. Vul easily deployed a second extension, its black optic popping into view as its petals folded back with a click. Its red pupil shone out as it came to life, scanning over Sophie’s body as he catalogued her injuries for comparison against his last scan to check to see if anything had progressed to a more serious state. But he stopped still as Sophie’s unintelligible sobbing calmed enough for her to form whole, legible sentences.



“I thought you were dead! I thought you had left me to be by myself! I couldn’t handle it, Vul! I can’t be here without you, I need you! You’re everything! I thought I was going to go insane! I missed it how you beat me at chess, or, or when you complain at me about having my feet up on the dashboard! I missed it when you would make me food or run my shower for me! I even missed it when you opened doors for me! Don’t ever leave me again!” The last part of her tirade was repeated over again and again as she cradled the extension to her bosom like a newborn. The feeling of the cool metal against her skin was heart lifting, the way it moved and whirred, letting her know he was really alive again.



Unaware as to what to do, as his programming did not cover emotional break downs in-depth, Vul simply went with what he thought best from his analysis of Sophie personality over the last year-and-a-half. The second extension slowly wound its way around her lower torso in an odd, comforting hug, its ‘head’ looming over Sophie’s own for a second before it dropped to her crown. Its appendage stroked over the top of her hair in a comforting manner as Vul’s voice-box employed a gentle tutting. All in all, Sophie simply cried harder and Vul was at a loss of what to do. He was simply a spaceship; he was unaware that Sophie’s tears were that of joy instead of sadness or pain.



It was several minutes later that Sophie managed to grasp a hold of herself, her erratic sobbing slowing down to sniffling and hiccups as Vul’s shushing and tutting soothed her further. With another sniff she gave a deep exhale, her raw, red and puffy eyes blinking once as she cleared her aching, parched throat. “Have you calmed?” Came the gentle lull of Vul’s voice as even he spoke softly, his attempt to keep the air still and free of tension. “Yeah, sorry.” Sophie croaked in reply, giving her sore eyes a rub as she felt embarrassment flare up in her chest, making her shift uncomfortably as she dropped the extension. Te one still wrapped around slowly began to tug her to her feet and she easily followed her legs wobbling slightly as she gave a pant of exertion. Even the smallest moves were hard, let alone supporting her own body weight, thankfully Vul was there to take some of her weight.



She threw her left arm out, resting it on the wardrobe beside her as her head swam, her right hand coming up to cradle her forehead as she gave a groan. Vul simply gave her head another pat as he begun to slowly tug her out the door. Sophie gave a pained groan as the hand holding her forehead dropped to shield her eyes as she barked in agony, the fluorescent beams eating into her retinas like acid. “Vul, lights!” She growled as she grit her teeth, her left hand groping down the side of the hallway as she stumbled whatever way Vul tugged her. She gave a contented sigh when the light grew increasingly dim. Pressing her right hand up against the wall with her left, she proceeded to sway and stagger down the corridor like a drunkard in nothing but a thin, grubby set of once white cotton panties. “Where-”"I have a bath running for you. You need to be disinfected before an infection begins. You have neglected you injuries and have thus put yourself in danger. I shall remedy that, since by my deduction it is my fault you are in such a state.”



“Vul, it was, is, not your fault. I went a bit mental.” She said with a cough, giving a sheepish look to the camera mounted in the corner of the corridor. “Plus that solar flare was a freak accident; no one could have been prepared for that.” She sighed, almost tempted to simply stop and rest her aching, swollen body against the cool wall for a brief reprieve. She came to a staggering stop as the extension around her waist stopped her from over-shooting the bathroom, with a quick ‘whish’ it opened in a flurry. Sophie could only give a dreamy sigh at what she saw. The bathroom was not a huge, sparse fantasy play land for a hedonist, no, it was small and efficient. Practical. To the direst left was a mirror and sink combo, opposite that was a toilet. Beside the toilet was a clear plastic door that doubled as a shower curtain, behind that was obviously a shower. But what had Sophie’s attention was the tiny tub filled steaming hot, muscle relaxing water.



It was more of a bucket than a bath. The square tub was small enough that Sophie had to bend her knees, her feet resting on the bottom of the tub. If she wanted to dunk under the water, she’d have the throw her legs over the edge of the tub and basically throw her arse up and into the air as she bent herself in a lopsided U shape. The sides of the tub came up to comfortably rest under her armpits, but all in all, it was better than a shower any day. The extension unwound from around her gut as she stumbled forwards, her eyes lazily lidded as she gave a content hum, pushing her panties down her thick thighs before kicking them off. Three specially designed extensions slid through their port on the ceiling, one coming to wrap around her arm to steady her as she stepped into the tub, the other two sliding out of view to grab her washing utensils.



She gave a deep and heady moan as she sunk into the warm liquid of the bath, her head lolling back against the rim as her breasts bobbed to the surface like apples in a barrel. Her chest seemed to flush a provocative red as soon as she submerged, the cardinal coloring seeping up her freckled neck to blush across her similarly speckled cherub cheeks. She easily tossed her legs over the rim of the tub, her knees hooking over the edge as water ran down her curvaceous calves. She melted further into the warmth as it swirled around her aching body, the cuts and welts marring her flesh stinging in pain, but she easily ignored it as her lips disappeared into the heated water.



With each exhale a ripple spread out along the surface of the calm water, her eyelids at half mast as she contemplated dozing off. Her relaxed train of thought was cut off as Vul’s extension swooped down in front of her, its ‘neck’ curving up just before it hit the water to stare at her directly in the face. Vul’s bathroom attachments were no different than his normal ones, the only differences being what they were made of. Instead of a hard, metal casing, Vul’s bathroom extensions were sheathed in a pliable, see-through, jelly-like silicone; their petals were of the same material, simply harder and more rigid.



Her arms hung limply off the side, her loose fingers stretching for the ground as a second extension tugged at her hair from behind her, soaking it softly as it begun to untangle it all. As the third slowly began to rub a soaped up sponge over her shoulders, she all but turned into a pile of goo under Vul’s ministrations. “You’re so good to me, Vul.” She sighed as the optic dome in the extension in front of her face flickered on, the red pupil scanning over her face quickly. “I believe that is the other way around, Sophie.” Vul counted, the extension that had been rubbing the sponge over her shoulder, moving to swab her collarbone. Sophie simply chuckled in agreement, her mind elsewhere.



She didn’t generally let Vul clean her, simply because it was unnecessary. She was able to clean herself, why have someone else do it? Though she knew Vul would have no problem if she had ever asked. But right now, she was far too tired to tell him to stop. She wanted to be taken care of for a while. So as the sponge holding extension slipped lower, Sophie only moaned in approval, the delicate material grazing the tops of her bobbing bosom to clean away the grime. Sophie had never been touched intimately by another person, let alone a machine, so when the sponge swiped over her nipple she couldn’t help but give a jolt as a direct shot of pleasure dove straight into her pussy. She gave a soft start as a yip caught in her throat, her eyes widening, but the movement was disregarded by Vul as he simply continued on.



Sophie gave a soft huff through her nose as she sunk back into the water, trying to relax once again as she shifted her shoulders. But it happened again, this time it caught the sensitive nub harder as it swiped across, though Sophie was able to control herself, reducing her pleasured movements to only a squeeze of her thick thighs. It happened a few more times until her nipples where perked and rosy, aching and straining from more contact, she almost wondered if Vul was doing this on purpose. ‘Ludicrous.’ Was her only thought on the matter. With a sigh of resignation, she decided to keep her mouth shut, eager to see where this went. She couldn’t help but feel a flash of guilt settle in her stomach, ashamed of herself that she had become so desperate that she’d take advantage of her friend.



Though that feeling was quickly stricken from her body as one of the edges on one of one of Vul’s extensions body caught her nipple. She bit into her cheek roughly as her toes curled in pleasure, her pussy giving a phantom clench. Thanks to the workings of her horribly undersexed brain coupled with exhaustion, every little move Vul made suddenly turned erotic. The feel of his petals against her scalp sent shivers of delight down her spine, the caress of the sponge against the underside of her breast had her eager to arch her back in an offering for more of his touch, the touch of the third extension against her chubby cherub cheek had her eyes popping open in shock, however. “Sophie, my sensors are picking up on a high level of pheromone being released from your body, my analysis tells me you are in a human stage called arousal.” Vul stated, though it was rather hard for Sophie to concentrate on his voice as his extension swirled around her areola.



Sophie knew there was no way she could deny it, but she would not confirm it, with a slight hum of neither yay nor nay, she dropped further into the water. “Sophie…” Vul trailed off, the third extension sweeping to lull in front of her face, its red pupil blaring into her own, making her feel far more embarrassed for her enjoyment of his touches. “I am equipped with the means and the knowledge to be able to satisfy you.” He seemed to purr, and Sophie couldn’t help but jolt backwards, her back colliding with the back of the tub rigidly. “I-I’m fine! No need to do..uh, anything.” She chuckled nervously, her eyes steadfastly kept away from the optic in front of her.



There was a soft lull in movement as if Vul was contemplating something before the optic in front of her gave a shrug “If that is what you want.” Vul commented with a slightly disinterested air as Sophie exhaled, relieved he hadn’t pushed it. As Vul began to clean her body, she found it harder to relax this time, though her body was still primed and ready for action. It took several minutes of unabashed scrubbing of her torso until she once again slipped into pleasure induced coma, her soft, supple flesh giving eagerly to Vul’s actions. As he pressed the sponge to the space between her floating bosoms, she arched her back in pleasure. He slowly dragged the sponge down the length of her torso, almost far too sloth like to be a cleaning swipe.



The sponge swirled and pressed into her healthy giving belly, the delicate skin flushed not only due to the heat of the water, but the heat of her lust also. It broiled under her skin like molten magma, each stroke of Vul’s extension stoking the fire pit that seemed to lay in her womb. She simply knew that the rolling, coursing heat of her arousal had seeped from her channel to coat the inside of her pussy lips, her sealed labia eagerly holding all of her juices back. As Vul began to clean her left thigh, Sophie languidly raised the limb into the air, her pointed toes stretching for the ceiling as she enjoyed the view of her ships extension wrapping around her curvaceous leg to stabilize it.



‘In a moment he could drag me from his bathtub by nothing but my leg.’ Sophie thought heatedly, the thought of being lifted so easily as if a plaything sparked her lust even hotter, her toes wriggled in delight as her pussy gave another clench. She couldn’t help the swell of disappointment in her gut as he unwrapped from her leg, his cleaning of the appendage done as he dropped to start on her right leg. “Sophie…” Vul trailed off as waited for confirmation that it was alright for him to speak, he continued after Sophie gave a docile grunt. “I have been reviewing video files from the camera’s that were still active during my temporary stasis.” She seemed to freeze for a moment, but the gentle petting of her thigh slowly lulled her back into a state of relaxation, “I have seen the length of which you have gone for me…” He paused once more; unaware as to why he was bringing this up at all in the first place, his third extension focused on the large burn across her collarbone.



“Vul, I told you already, its fine. I did what I had to do, Vul. You’re special to me.” She cooed softly as the sponge swirled around her inner thigh, “I’d do it all over again if I had too, Vul.” She gave a docile blink as the sponge rubbed over the area between her thigh and pussy before she came to a startling realization of exactly what Vul was going to do next. Reaching down into the deep water she made a grab for the sponge, “Here, let me get thaaaaaa~!” The A became stretched out as Vul pressed the sponge firmly against her clit, giving it a swirl as he rubbed it in a tight circle. Her legs clamped down around the extension as the hand that had been going for the sponge wrapped around the cord instead, her wide, open eyes staring up at the ceiling as shocks of pleasure raced from her over eager pussy up her spine.



“Sophie-?”"Haaa, fuck! Don’t stop!” Sophie cried her teased and highly strung body already on the verge of orgasm. Her hips rocked back and forth as Vul took up his previous actions at the command of his captain, who was he to disobey? The friction of the sponge over her already swollen and aroused pearl pushed her along further as she pushed strained whimpers of pleasure through her grit teeth, her whole body tense and taut as she waited for the inevitable. It came with a jolt and a cry as her body was sent into a long awaited climax, water splashing over the sides of the bath as her cunt clenched and spasmed, longing for a length to grasp around. Vul did not let up in his ministrations, his extension forcefully egging her orgasm on; whether he did this intentionally or not will never be known.



With another curse and a second more of self-imposed torture Sophie yanked the extension away from her pussy, her back connecting with the back of the tub sending another wave of water over the edge in her haste. Vul, having decided that since his captain had initiated contact that now would be a good time to continue. Quickly pulling up every key bit of information he had been instilled with to handle a situation like this, he devised a set plan. Still trying to recover from her epic little orgasm, Sophie could only dimly blink as she saw the sponge bob to the surface before the other two extensions swooped down in front of her, the center of their petals opening to reveal a passage Sophie knew to lead all the way up the extension.



Before Sophie could stutter out in embarrassment that she was fine with one orgasm, and that he had no need to continue, the extensions dropped to her teats. The soft petals impressed into her soft and silken mounds, her nipples pressing into the small passage way that had been revealed. Sophie’s back arched in ecstasy as she immediately felt an intense suction around her nipples, her eyes opening wide. She gave a cry and a buck as the two attached to her blushed bosom slowly began to massage her large, heaving orbs; a few feet of the rest of their body looping twice around her breasts, squeezing them like a python.



The petals of the extension between her lips nipped at her clit before the grasped the hidden pearl, tugging at it mercilessly as Sophie tried to talk. “Vul! You don’t need to do this!” She whimpered, her fingers tightening over the edge of the bath. “You are in need of my assistance, are you not? You asked for me to continue, did you not? You have done much for me, Captain. I would like to return the favour.” And with that, the extension between her legs surged into her tight passage way as the petals at her teats suckled like hungry dogs. Sophie could only cry out in discomforted pleasure as he stretched her so completely, the feel of his closed petals not unlike the head of the false cock she used to fuck herself, but at the same time it was wholly different.



“I don’t want a goddamn pity fuck!” Sophie cried out in ashamed embarrassment, a horrible feeling bubbling under the splendid pleasure Vul wrought on her. The knowledge that her first sexual experience with someone other than herself was her spaceship was devastating to her self-esteem, but at the same time she could not be happier, Vul was someone she trusted completely and adored, regardless that he was only a programme. Vul, slightly confused at the terminology used quickly brought up all he had on modern slang only to find himself slight repulsed, if that was even feasible. “Sophie, I would never do such a thing. You have my utmost respect and admiration, to please my captain in such a primal, emotional and human way is a great honour for me.” His voice softly sung over the speakers as the extensions buried deep within Sophie’s snatch slowly withdrew.



“R-really?” She whispered, only to cry out in shocked pleasure as the extension once again buried itself into her tight and moist cunt. It took up a perfectly timed thrusting tempo that fell into synch with the squeezing and sucking of her breasts, easily working Sophie’s body over. She whimpered and keened, her body moving as much as her position would allow as she watched another extension slowly drop from the ceiling. Its petals opened to show an already activated optic orb giving back at her. She gave a jerk as she whipped her head around to see another extension, this one sweeping her wet and mattered hair up to expose her freckles neck. She turned her attention back to the optic in front of her as it brushed against her cheek.

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