Turn the tables and assume control

Laying back and letting Battle Commander Tyson have his way with you might be fun, but it would not reflect well upon your new role as captain of the ship. To be a captain of a Space Empire warship you have to know what you want and you have to take action. Tyson's thick fingers only brush the aching mound of your pussy wrapped tight in your workout uniform before you push up with your legs and roll him off of you.

Tyson's disappointment turns to a knowing smiles as you roll up onto your knees, push him onto his back, and swing a slender leg over his waist. You crouch above him, not touching him with your lithe body, but looking down through the damp strands of your hair hanging in your face. He admires your body perched above him, stuffed into the tight workout uniform, the mound of your pussy clearly defined and only a few inches above the straining bulge of his groin. You reach beneath you, between your legs, and slide your fingertips down his washboard stomach to the huge bulge in the front of his singlet.

You tease the bulge of his quite enormous cock with your fingertips. You lean down and kiss him, teasing him with fleeting pecks on his big lips and licking his cheek. He laughs at you and you give him a squeeze that must have hurt a bit, because he scowls. You slide his singlet down over his shoulders and his sculpted muscles and washboard abs. His dark skin is covered with darker scars. You slide your body down his, dragging yourself over the lump until your lips cross the bulge. You slide the singlet beneath it and his huge cock springs free. The biggest dick you have ever seen, thick, veined, the color of mahogany with a slight pink tinge to the head.

Far too big for a lady like you to take down your throat, but you can tease him all the same. Make him beg. You grab him with one hand, seeming so small against the dark treetrunk of his meat. He smiles down at you as you kiss up his shaft, tease the ridge of his helmet with your tongue, and flick the pink tip across the salty oil drooling from his piss slit. You kiss back down, tease his sweaty balls, let your tongue massage the heavy orbs within the slack flesh as you stroke him. He tries to guide you to suck him with a hand on your head, but you swat it away and only give him kisses on the sensitive head of his cock. You look up at him, eyes meeting, and you swirl your tongue around and around his straining cockhead until he can't stand it any longer.

"Please, ship mistress," he begs, "let me fuck you."

"No," you say, standing up, "I will fuck you."

You slide out of your workout suit until you stand nude before him, your breasts marked with the red impressions of your training bra and your pale thighs decorated by the marks of the seams. You're toned and dripping wet. You straddle him, impaling yourself eagerly on the trunk of his massive dick. You moan together as you slide down, filling yourself until you sit atop his balls, his entire shuddering length wrapped in the wet, velvet warmth of your cunt.

You proceed to ride him like a bucking stallion. You roll your hips and slam your aching slit down his fat dick, working yourself into a sweaty, grunting frenzy. Tyson meets you with each roll of your hips and downward swing of your firm ass, hammering up into you with a slosh and holding tight to your toned cheeks. You're both glistening with sweat. You dig your fingernails into his muscular chest and cry out as you cum, but you don't slow down. Your throbbing sex sucks at his big dick, ripples of pleasure teasing his cock and dragging him closer and closer to his own powerful orgasm.

Closer and closer you ride him, all the way to the brink. He cries out a warning. You smile with satisfaction and on the next upward roll of your hips you lift up and off his prick. The pussy-wet trunk of his cock nestles against the valley of your ass. You reach back and hold it there, sliding your cheeks against the underside of his dick, rolling your hips like you are still fucking him. He groans and you moan with his pleasure, feeling his hot cum shower your back all the way up to your shoulders. Pump after pump of hot, sticky spunk lands in gooey roops across your back, sliding down to your ass and spewing out and down the crack of your ass.

You reach back and scoop some of Tyson's cum from your back and smile down at him as you lift the dripping white strand to your lips. Your tongue darts out and captures his salty jizz and he bellows with laughter.

"Serving beneath you has been a pleasure," he says.

"You will find," you lean down and flatten your breasts against his chest, "I am harsh, but fair as a commanding officer."

You are eager to go another round, but the intercom begins to chime summoning you to the bridge. You wipe down your body and dress in a hurry. You need to get to the bridge.