Money Makes The Galaxy Go Round - [BJ]

When Commander Smith and Commissioner Anderson strode down the hall outside the Library in the Palace, they saw Guardian O'Connell sitting in one of the elaborately carved wooden armchairs with cushions distributed along the hallway. He stood up at their approach, and in answer to the question of whether Farasha was still inside, he said, "Yes, sir. There are two other men besides the High Advisor as well."

"Why don't you head on back down to the 5-EX?" Commander Smith asked, "With all those Longshoremen working around the ship, it wouldn't hurt for Guardian Gladden to have some back-up. I'll escort Miss Farasha back to the ship when the meeting ends."

O'Connell nodded and headed for the stairs, and Commander Smith and Commissioner Anderson took seats in the hall to wait. Thankfully, the wait was not excessive. Within twenty minutes, the double-doors open and the occupants started to exit. They were mildly surprised to see the other two men out in the hall. After exchanging pleasantries, Commissioner Anderson said, "If it's not too much trouble, I would like to discuss payment for the ore. And, I am requesting an additional ten tons."

"No, trouble at all," Ishlass beamed, rubbing his hands together. "It is never any trouble to discuss incoming funds."

The other two men were members of the Council. One was the Financial Advisor, the other was the Mining Advisor. It was decided that Farasha would wait in the Drawing Room as the details of the payments were worked out. Considering the size of the funds involved, the meeting went fairly quickly. Less than thirty minutes after its start, the door to the Drawing Room was opened by Commander Smith and Farasha was invited back in.

"Well, Captain," Ishlass said in a jovial tone, "I imagine that you will be glad to get back in space and back on your schedule."

"Oh, absolutely," Commander Smith agreed. "But I'll be back here next month."

"Back?" Ishlass's smile evaporated. "In a month? Why?"

"It'll take two weeks to reach Merak II," Commander Smith answered. "Allow two days for off-loading and then another two weeks to return to Ardana. That's thirty days."

"No, no," Ishalss shook his head, "Why return at all?"

"To touch base with Miss Farasha," Commander Smith nodded in her direction. "If these negotiations are successful or are still going on, I'll be on my way. If not, I'll scrap my itinerary and head straight for Earth to report the situation. Either way, if I know my boss - and I think I do - once I do make my report at the end of my current voyage, you can expect regular visits from an EX ship. Say, every six months to a year. Zenite is too important for the flow to ever be threatened again."

Ishlass's eyes went wide and he pressed his lips together so tightly that they turned white. Pivoting on his heel, he stormed from the room. The other two Council members exchanged shrugs and then sheepishly followed the High Advisor. Both Anderson and Farasha were overwhelmed by Smith's final move.

"Remind me to never gamble with you," Anderson grinned, shaking Smith's hand vigorously, clasping it with both of his. Heading towards the door, he said, "I have to get down there and get the funds off-loaded. You two coming?"

Before Smith could answer, Farasha said, "We'll be along in a bit."

The Special Envoy was too ecstatic to question why. Before Smith could ask about Farasha's response, she grabbed his hand and said, "Come on."

She led him up a flight of stairs and then down a hallway. "When we broke for lunch today," she explained, "Ramesh gave me a mini-tour of the Palace. This floor has the bedrooms for the family and guests." She jerked her head back, gesturing towards the ceiling with her chin. "The house-Troglytes' rooms are on the next floor."

As they passed another hall that veered off at a right angle, she pointed to the door at the end. "That is the High Advisor's bedroom." Returning her attention to the hall she and Smith were standing in, she said, "That is his daughter's room. Across from it are the rooms for the Special Envoy, and the Doctor. Down this way are Ramesh's room and Eric's is next to it. And this room . . . " She opened the door and 'dragged' Smith inside. "Is empty."

Flipping the dead-bolt closed, she pushed on Smith's chest a couple of times, urging him to step back until his calves encountered the bed. He plopped down on the edge of it in a sitting position.

Reaching behind her neck, Farasha unhooked the clasp of her dress and tugged down the zipper. "I was so worried that the High Advisor was agreeing with our demands just to provide your ship with the ore to get rid of you." She slid the dress off her shoulders and pushed it down passed her hips to fall in a puddle around her high heels. "Then once you were gone, things would go right back to the way they were." Reaching behind her back once more, she unhooked her bra and leaned forward, letting the undergarment slide down her arms. She tossed it over to a chair and stood there in her white garter belt, white panties, tan nylons, white high heels, and bare breasts. And . . . a pair of short white woman's cotton dress-gloves. "But what you announced just now put an end to that option."

Stepping out of the dress lying around her feet, she walked over to the bed, her breasts swaying from side-to-side. When she leaned over in front of him, her boobs, firm and round, hung down before his eyes as she placed her hands on his knees. After shoving them apart, which prompted him to spread his legs wide, she knelt down on the floor.

"Sooooo," she reached for his fly and began opening his pants, "What better way for the Sons . . . and Daughters . . . of Freedom to thumb their noses at the High Advisor than by one of the Daughters blowing the man who check-mated Ishlass?"

Smith leaned back on his elbows, lifting his hips when Farasha tugged on his now opened pants. But she did not pull them all the way down. Just to the middle of his thighs. Far enough for her to have access to his already rock-hard cock and heavy balls. Her face hovered over his dick as it stuck straight up in the air, her lips parted, her hot breath flowing over the head. She added, "Blowing him in the High Advisor's Palace, no less."

Then she swooped. Her open mouth enveloping the upper half of his dick. Her tongue swirling as her two hands slid up over his balls to cradle the base of his cock between her outstretched glove-encased fingers. Farasha bobbed her head up and down, her elbows resting on his bare thighs, her hands around his cock, her tightly stretched lips sliding along the shaft. She made wet, gurgling noises as she sucked on him.

Smith tilted his head to one side as he sat on the edge of the bed, semi-reclined, watching her performing oral sex on him. A blowjob is not just a series of physical sensations, a large part of the pleasure is watching your partner slobbing your knob. As he was looking at her, she looked up at him, making eye contact and smiling around the thick cock in her mouth. He shifted all of his weight to one elbow and reached down with his free hand to stroke her temple. As before, her long black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail and the movements of her head and upper body caused it to wave behind her like a flag.

The two continued to stare into each other's eyes, thousands of thoughts and emotions tumbling through their minds as the kneeling, topless woman sucked off the spaceship Captain. Savoring their victory with a celebratory blowjob. Continuing to pet the side of her head as it bobbed up and down over his crotch, he noticed how her cheeks caved in on the upstroke and bulge out when she plunged downwards.

"Mmmm," he moaned, squirming around on the bed, his hips writhing from side-to-side. Farasha 'answered' with a nodding motion while keeping on with the constant lifting and dipping of her head. Her tightly sealed lips caressed and massaged his shaft while her tongue swirled around the head. Her gloved hands lay flat against his lower abdomen. The thumbs under his balls, pressing against his taint (perineum), the crooks of her thumbs (where they joined her index fingers) bracketing the base of his erection, her fingers spread out along his belly.

As his twitching and fidgeting became more intense, and his moans and sighs louder, Farasha moved one hand to grasp the lower half of his shaft, stroking up and down on it, as her lips continued to milk the upper half.

"Oh, yeah, Farasha. Oh, yeah," he gasped and pushed up into a sitting position, both hands now cradling her head. She, too, slightly rearranged her posture. Lifting herself up so that she was leaning directly over him, his cock held perfectly perpendicular. Her up and down lurching became faster and she sucked harder, almost as if she was trying to use his dick as a drinking-straw to draw the sperm directly out of his balls. Her naked breasts, bouncing and jiggling, made slapping noises as she bent over him.

A few minutes later, Smith followed proper fellatio etiquette and groaned that he was going to cum. Farasha's response was a muffled 'mmm-mmm' for yes.

That first splat of sperm against the back of her throat caused her eyes to go wide and she made a squeaking sound, even though she had been expecting the detonation. At the same time, she felt the gentle cradling of her head turning into a tight gripping as he grunted and bucked, firing out more and more of his cum into her warm, wet mouth. Finding his relief within her sweet, sucking, talented kisser.

He was firing out a heavy load, and Farasha had to struggle to keep any of Richard's baby-batter from spilling out of the corners of her mouth. By the time he had finished ejaculating, his hands falling away from her head, and his spine straightening, Farasha's cheeks were bulged out like a chipmunk's. She had deliberately not swallowed and even now continued to hold the load of spunk, waiting for him to make eye-contact.When he did, his lids heavy, she slowly parted her jaws, proudly displaying the results of her efforts. Large globs of milky white cum floating around inside her mouth. Still staring into his eyes, she closed her lips and swallowed loudly. With the tip of the gloved middle finger of her right hand, she dabbed daintily at her lower lip, as if to blot away any stray drops of sperm. Grinning up at him, she asked, "Is that the way a Lady gives a blowjob?"

"If it's not, it should be, Your Highness," he made a bow with his head, then leaned in to kiss her fully and deeply.

When he broke the kiss, she turned her head to the side, giving him a profile, and reached behind her head to flip her ponytail once or twice. "You didn't use your handle this time."