♥ Sammie's first flight ♥

Dustin barely heard the whistles from some of the more boisterous members of his inner circle as Sammie returned his kiss. The pilot tangled one of her hands in his hair as she pushed towards him, the pair of them half-stumbling back until Dustin bumped into the table. Sammie took that as an opportunity, jumping up into his arms and locking her legs behind him, both hands now on his head to prolong their kiss.

There was a clatter as she moved, and the sound of a complaint from Naera caused the pair to pause. Breaking their lip-lock and turning slightly, Dustin realized that in their haste they’d forgotten that the table hadn’t been fully cleared from dinner - and Sammie’s aggressive movement had sent a stack of dishes skidding along, spilling left over sauce and knocking over condiment jars as they went.

“Sorry, Naera.” Sammie said, pressing her forehead to Dustin’s as she spoke. “Got a bit carried away.” The Caenii chef mumbled something that sound like a request to not worry about it, before Trea’k’s voice cut across the room. “I think we should probably give our new companion some time alone with our mate - if that is alright with everyone? If so, I would appreciate your company Meli, if you have no prior arrangements.”

Gazing into the eyes of the only other human present, Dustin was dimly aware of the other women heading through to the ambassadorial suite behind him - judging by the expression on Sammie’s face, his lovers were doing their usual thing of stripping as they went. He really was getting quite glad that they all played well together; the more the number of women in his life grew, the more keeping up with their combined libido might prove a challenge even with Rye’s enzyme helping with the physical aspects of the situation.

Speaking of Rye… The blonde bunny hadn’t followed the others just yet, instead opting to walk around the table to where Sammie was still in his arms. “Me and Emmz are gonna play just inside the door, Sammie. If Dusty runs outta juice and you’re still frisky, come grab me ok? Owe ya one for letting me rant the other day, least I can do is give him a top up for ya.” She murmured, before yelping as one dark-skinned arm shot out and dragged her in for a rapid kiss that set Dustin’s pulse racing. Having two attractive women making out in front of you, both of whom you are having or about to have regular sex with tends to do that. As Sammie broke away Rye’s expression was slightly hazy; taking a moment to steady herself the Rabyth spoke once more “Go on, Dusty. Go have fun with the new girl so we can all have fun together, okay?”

As Rye left them, Sammie dropped her legs back to the floor and grinned at Dustin. “Alright, captain. Since we’ve got some time to ourselves…” Then she glanced around at the table and blushed. “Actually, do you mind if we don’t do it here? I might not have minded in the heat of that kiss, but we have to have meetings here and, well, it’ll probably be awkward for months if I remember we fucked on the table.”

Dustin nodded, taking her hand and leading her towards his bunk. “Sure. To be honest, I probably should have suggested it first; if nothing else, apparently alone time in a regular bed is traditional now.” He laughed at that, then gestured towards the open wall leading to the ambassadorial bedchamber, from which a range of feminine gasps and moans were coming. “I doubt we’d stay alone for long if we were in here - even if the others were occupied, there’s a certain Feliax woman who’d probably insist on joining us at some point.”

Stepping through into his bunk room and shutting the door behind them, the pair paused and considered each other. The passion of their initial kiss having been halted by the situation they’d been in, they now seemed to be thinking things through rather more carefully. “Are you sure…” they both began to say at the same time, then stopped and laughed. Sammie shook her head, braids shifting across her shoulder as she began to unfasten her top. “That was stupid of us to ask.” She said, pulling the garment off and dropping it to the floor. Turning around, she stretched; Dustin crossed the short space between them and wrapped his arms around her.

As Sammie gave a contented hum and dropped her arms back down, one of Dustin’s moved behind her back. A moment’s fiddling, and the pilot’s bra slid down onto her arms; Dustin took the opportunity he had created for himself and slipped his hands under it to gently run his fingers over her breasts. Sammie gave a pleased sounding moan as his fingers drifted across her nipples, tilting her head up for a kiss as she tossed the remainder of her upper clothing to the floor.

Turning as they kissed, she moved to begin tugging Dustin’s top over his head, hampered somewhat by his hands still exploring the curves of her cleavage. Their joined lips too turned out to be a problem, although one that was solved by a gently shove backwards making Dustin lose both his hold on her breasts and their tongues to separate. Sammie’s breath was coming quickly now; her cheeks flushed with arousal as Dustin’s top was pulled free and tossed to the side.

Now naked from the waist up, Dustin began to fumble with his belt, the hardness of his shaft making undoing his trousers more of a challenge than usual. Glancing towards the bed, he turned back to ask how Sammie wanted to do things only to find that she wasn’t where she’d been a moment before. Looking down as he managed to free himself from both trousers and underwear, he realized his pilot had dropped to her haunches right as her face took on a look of delight as his manhood sprang free.

Moments later, any thoughts he might have had about moving or talking were stripped from his brain by a hand firmly grasping his cock and a tongue snaking out to run tentatively around the end. “Fuck…” he gasped as Sammie pressed forward, taking him into her mouth. Her hand gently pumped at his length, while her lips and tongue worked over the tip of his cock; the pilot giving contented sounds as she gave him head.

Popping her mouth free and jerking him slightly harder, she glanced up and grinned. “Might be tastier to go down on ladies than guys, but this is a really nice cock, captain.” Dustin wasn’t sure whether that was intended to be as sassy as it sounded, and as she followed by taking a good half his length in her mouth he didn’t particularly care either way.

Sammie continued to bob her head painfully slowly along Dustin’s shaft; a teasing, pleasuring sensation that wouldn’t make him climax quickly - but nor would it let him fully relax into enjoying the oral attention. Just as he was reaching the limit of what he could take, she lifted her mouth clear and stood up.

“Give me a moment” she said, her voice heavy with lust as she turned and walked over to the desk. As she did so, Dustin noted that while he was essentially naked, the pilot still had her tight uniform trousers on - and they framed her backside wonderfully. As he was dwelling on the curvature of her ass, the pilot reached his desk and leaned over it to the smaller automat on the far side.

A moment later, she pressed an all too familiar medspray to the side of her neck and gave a small whimper at the cold as it activated. “Alright. That’s my agreement with Trea’k upheld.” She said, before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her trousers and tugging both them and her underwear down to her knees. Leaning forward over the desk and glancing back over her shoulder, she winked at him. “All ready Captain?”

Dustin stepped up behind the woman, his cock coming to rest along the crack of her ass. Sammie gave a short intake of breath at that, and half-reached towards the automat before pausing. “If you’re going to fuck me there, I’d have got some lube instead of the medspray. I can get some now if you want - but you’ll have to deal with the fallout from Rye.” Her words glitched Dustin’s brain for a moment - even among the more forward members of his harem, he’d not experienced that matter of fact a comment about anal, and certainly not for their first time together.

Pulling back and aligning himself with Sammie’s cunt, he pressed forward before she could misconstrue his actions even further. A satisfied moan from the lips of the woman beneath him rewarded his action, and he leaned forward over her. “Maybe we’ll do that later on” he said, his voice husky with the effort of holding back from just pounding into the tight wetness his shaft was buried in. “But right now, I intend to make really good use of that medspray.”

If Sammie’s answering whine of need hadn’t broken the remainder of his willpower, the way the pilot thrust herself onto him certainly would. Pulling his hips back and thrusting forward, Dustin moved his hands to grip her firmly around the waist and marveled at the way her rear rippled each time his cock sheathed itself inside her.

The woman’s dark skin began to glisten with sweat as the pair continued; her hands slipped and scrabbled for purchase on the desk as he took her, her cries growing more and more heartfelt and increasing in volume until at last he tightened his grip once more and began to buck wildly, his own orgasm approaching with little warning. The increase in speed and power tipped Sammie over the edge; as Dustin’s own release threatened to overwhelmed him he was aware of her scream of climax and a flood of wetness around his crotch. Moments later the echoes of his own roar filled the cabin as he pressed deep inside his newest lover, filling her with his load.

In the aftermath, the pair slumped to the floor and sat, panting. “Fuck me…” Sammie said, one hand drifting to her sex as she did so. “…I knew you were a great guy and a brilliant captain, but I thought the others were just being overly loyal when they said you were that good a fuck.” Then she glanced down and her eyes opened wider. “And I also thought that you’d need Rye’s help to go again that quickly?” she breathed, moving her hand across to run along Dustin’s rapidly re-hardening cock.

Shrugging, he pulled her in for a kiss before replying. “Long term exposure, Meli reckons. It’s not as effective, but hearing a hot woman you just fucked tell you how good you were while she’s almost fingering herself over it? Yea, that’ll get a reaction.” Sammie blushed, then half stumbled as Dustin helped her to her feet; her legs were still tangled up in her trousers and underwear. Tugging them off, she grinned at her captain. “So… if you’re still good to go, where now?”