Dining in

After briefly admiring your handiwork, your thoughts turned toward dealing with the building pressure in your abdomen. By now your balls were beginning to ache too, and your cock felt even harder than ever. "Tawny, are you ready for dinner?"

"Yes, We go to dining hall now," she replied.

Although the crew of the Starpoint was apparently very open-minded about openly performing sex acts anywhere on the ship, it seemed awkward to feed your cum to Tawny in the dining hall in front of everyone. "I was hoping for a bit more of an intimate setting. Could we go to your room instead?" you suggested.

"Eat in room? But there no food or any serving ware," she protested briefly until her eyes looked down toward your giant dick. Suddenly she understood. "Oh! Sky feed Tawny." She immediately reached out and wrapped her hand around your cock, and led you down a set of halls toward her room. "This Tawny's room," she announced. Tawny made a quick hand motion, the door slid open, and you both entered.

Once inside, the door slid shut. You immediately reached out to put your arms on Tawny's shoulders, and gently urged her down into a kneeling position in front of you. "Tawny, I've been saving this load just for you. Normally, I'd wine and dine a girl on a date, but we'll have to skip straight to the main course. Plus, I don't think I can hold it in much longer."

Tawny didn't need any further encouragement, and she immediately wrapped her supple lips over the the enormous head of your throbbing erection and began to suck slightly. It felt fantastic, and if you still had your original hardware, this would have been more then enough to send you over the edge. However, the Gargo transplant didn't give in so easily. Steadily Tawny pushed her lips back and forth over the head until she final got all of it into her mouth, but she didn't stop there. Gradually, her bobbing motion worked her lips further down the shaft, and soon you could feel the head coming into contact with her tonsils. She seemed to be struggling to take it any deeper, and as the tip kept striking the sides of her throat, the added sensation was starting to push you toward a much needed orgasm.

"Keep that up. I'm almost there," you whispered.