Weather Station

Holding a four-cell flashlight cradled between her neck and shoulder, Barbie stood out in the freezing darkness of the Antarctic winter, filling out the twice daily meteorological form as the wind whipped around her. When she finished, she closed the doors of the six-foot tall wooden cabinet that housed the instruments. Descending the four steps from the raised platform, she trudged the fifty yards back to the complex. As soon as the outside door closed, she tugged off her heavy mittens and started for the inner door of the airlock that opened into the Day Room.

Her path was blocked.

Heaving a deep sigh of resignation, she rolled her eyes and slowly sank down to her knees. Her previous encounters had convinced her of the futility of resistance.

"Alright, alright," she sighed, knowing that he did not understand what she was saying. "Let's get this over with."

The large, swaying cock that suddenly appeared before her eyes was hard, throbbing, and in need of attendance. Barbie grasped the shaft with both hands, pumping back and forth on it. Closing her eyes, she leaned in to swipe her tongue across the bulbous head. As she was licking it, a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and she shuddered in revulsion. The creature had foul-tasting, bitter-flavored sperm.

Opening her mouth wide, impossibly wide, she took him into her mouth. Pausing once more to gather her resolve, the Station Commander started bobbing her head. Sliding her lips along the length of that long, off-world cock. Still stroking the shaft with her right hand, she moved her left in to cup those orange-sized balls of his.

The creature stood perfectly still, arms akimbo, as he watched the human female working to get him off. Occasionally Barbie would glance upwards, but would immediately lower her eyes again when she saw that hideous, leather-like face. The creature had a protruding jaw, a mouth full of shark-like teeth, and narrow, squinting red eyes.

From time to time, she would shift around on the floor, rearranging herself as she labored ceaselessly to get him off. Her arm was growing tired and her jaws ached, but she dared not stop. The memory of the creature throat-fucking her into semi-consciousness was too vivid in her mind.

Just when she thought he was never going to cum, she felt his hands gently - but firmly - cradling her head. She knew he was determined that she did not pull off when he started to ejaculate. Kneeling up straighter, she pumped harder and faster. Sucking furiously and squeezing his heavy testicles until . . .

That cock from outer space exploded in her mouth. Filling it with the hot, acrid sperm. Despite the repugnant taste, Barbie had to swallow. Swallow or drown from the tsunami of cum.

By the time he had finished, Barbie was exhausted. She heard its footsteps behind her and then felt the blast of Antarctic air as it departed through the outer door of the air-lock.

Spitting repeatedly, she stiffly rose to her feet and headed inside the subterranean building, headed towards the sink to rinse her mouth.