Samantha decides to check on her crew first

Stepping back over to her desk, Samantha hailed the Lady’s cockpit over the intercom.

“Zariya, what’s our ETA?”

“Still six hours, captain,” the smooth, soft voice of Zariya Agarti, pilot and navigations officer aboard the Lady purred back through the intercom a couple of seconds later. As soon as she heard it, Samantha felt her pussy start to moisten up and she once again reminded herself that they had to make money enough to have some screens hooked up to the ship’s internal communications system. Because simply put, Zariya was every bit the babe that her captain was, with tits one cup-size and a couple inches bigger and an ass that was only slightly less awe-inspiring. In terms of how toned and curvy their bodies were and how exquisite the features of their faces, it was a dead heat between captain and navigations officer.

But while Samantha was the sort of classic busty blonde beauty that had been the subject of countless frenzied jerk-off fantasies since long before humankind discovered FTL, Zariya was much more exotic. Where Samantha’s hair was blonde, Zariya’s was dark green. And rather than richly tanned, her skin was a lighter shade of green than her hair. Her huge rack, tight ass, gorgeous face and youthful looks – she looked Samantha’s age though she was really almost a hundred years older – were all due to Zariya being a Scanzian, an alien race made up almost entirely of women who all looked human although their complexion and hair colour could vary wildly.

“The only question is, captain,” Zariya’s singsong voice continued, making Samantha’s pussy turn wetter with each new syllable, “Are you gonna make me spend all that time up front by myself?”

“You’re a big girl, Zariya, I’m sure you can manage,” Samantha’s grin was back and suddenly a lot more lustier as she teased the other woman. Scanzians were famous for being the biggest and most popular whores in the galaxy, providing all the other species with a seemingly never-ending stream of horny, huge-titted sluts to stick their cocks into or have their pussies licked by. A few months before the mission that had seen her father die and her take his place as captain, Samantha had tasted pussy for the first time ever and it had been Zariya writhing on top of her, grinding her cunt against her face and alternating between bombarding her with filthy dirty talk and giving her instructions on what to do with her tongue.

“Watch it, captain,” The sensual quality of Zariya’s voice was enhanced by her equipping it with just a bit of an edge. Samantha’s immediate response to it was to coo happily whilst beginning to rub one hand against her slit, petting it through her leggings.

“Or else what?” Since their first time together, Zariya and Samantha had rarely gone an entire day without fucking each other. Lately, they’d been getting bolder about it and it was now more often than not that Zariya spent the night in Samantha’s quarters.

“Or else I’ll switch my inhibitor off and come back there to find you!” Like quite a few Scanzians, Zariya had an inhibitor that when activated turned her from a complete cock-crazed nympho slut into someone with an extremely high sex drive. Samantha loved to check if it was working properly by teasing Zariya and flaunting her body to her. Apart from the thrill of someone so utterly gorgeous lusting over her driving her to do so, there was also the fact that the harder she teased Zariya, the crazier she’d get once she switched the inhibitor off.

“Promises, promises,” Now it was Samantha who was purring, her fingers stroking her pussy harder as she looked forwards to a night of Zariya’s nimble tongue invading her holes and her returning the favour.

“Seriously, kid,” Switching her tone, Zariya changed the subject along with it, “How are you holding up?”

It wasn’t just that they loved fucking each other. When Samantha’s father had died along with most of the Lady’s crew when the ship they’d just boarded exploded, Zariya had been there with her. She’d helped Samantha get the Lady out of the ambush they’d found themselves in and then helped her through the month-long repairs that their ship had required afterwards and which had seen Samantha have to spend nearly all the money her father had left her. Since it was just old and worn rather than blasted all to hell, the old drive core had been left in place.

“I got greedy and stupid,” Samantha stopped moving her left wrist up and down, “It won’t happen again.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it too much,” Zariya replied, “We’re all alive and we’ll still make a fair amount of money off this trip.”

The mission had been intended to get them some much needed funds by capturing and selling a Kjillian surveillance satellite. Snatching one with the Lady’s tractor beam had been so easy that Samantha had tried to bag another one, which was when the Kjillian slavers had shown up.

“If we make it back from it. Mr. Cole’s says the drive core’s about ready to give up.”

“So we’ll trade the satellite for a new one and go back out again,” Zariya refused to give up her optimism, “And tell Mr. Cole that if he lets the drive core break down and leave us drifting through space, I’ll kick his ass.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“He’ll get to fuck it!” Along with Zariya and Samantha, Cole was the one member of the crew on her father’s last mission who’d come out of it unscathed. And he’d found out that being the only man on a ship with two horny sluts on-board had some serious advantages, “You know how much I love having my ass stretched by a big, fat cock...”

“I’d better end this conversation before it gets out of hand!” Like a shot, Samantha’s hand was back in contact with her pussy as it started soaking her leggings from the inside, “I have to go talk to Mr. Cole.”

“Remember to get his cock nice and wet and ready for me!” It didn’t take Zariya more than a very brief moment to come up with another filthy reply.

“I think your inhibitor’s malfunctioning, babe,” With that remark, backed up by a naughty giggle, Samantha turned the intercom off and walked out of her cabin.

In the mess, Samantha encountered MacKenzie Hardwood – Mac to his friends – sitting back in a seat that was dwarfed by and creaked underneath his massive frame while he was reading off a tablet, which seemed to be how he spent most of his downtime. Despite herself, Samantha released a soft moan at the sight of him sitting there in just his loose-fitting trousers. And it wasn’t the freshly heeled scars running up his left side – a reminder of the severe injuries he’d suffered while helping the Lady escape two months ago – that made Samantha moan, but the sight of all those bulging muscles.

Seven feet tall and with a chest twice as wide as Samantha’s, Mac was even more exotic than Zariya. While one of his parents had been human, Mac’s stature and massive build was the result of the other having been an Ortagian, as was his brown skin that resembled a very deep tan and a face dominated by heavy brows and a jaw that looked like it could be used as a battering ram. Thankfully, he’d gotten his intelligence from the human side of his family.

“Mr. Hardwood,” Samantha greeted Mac, who’d already looked up from his reading at the sound of her heels clicking against the floor when she’d walked into the mess.

“Captain,” Greeting Samantha and then producing the low, dark growl that almost seemed to rise up out of his throat when he saw her, Mac dragged one hand through his thick white hair.

“Everything all right?” Samantha asked, quickly going the familiar process of becoming slightly nervous and quite turned on in the presence of her big, brawny security officer. He’d been unusually silent in the wake of their latest close escape. Now, as she awaited his reply, Samantha hoped that he wasn’t too angry about what had happened.