him to please himself while you observe

You're not going to let Sneet touch with his filthy cock, but that doesn't mean you're done with the little snake. You meet his lusty gaze and smile, slowly sliding the bottoms of your jumpsuit all the way down and off so that you are standing naked from the waist down with the lip of your desk pressed against your ass. You unclip the corsetted uniform one clasp at a time until it springs open and your breasts, though pert, drop back to a natural position on your chest. You discard the corsette and slowly remove the silver-fronted uniform blouse beneath. It is made out of the same skintight material as the trousers and it feels strange peeling it off of your body as he watches.

"Show it to me," you say and motion to his tented trousers. Sneet smiles as if he's won the right to plow your slit. He slides down the uniform slacks and his cock springs free. It is not small, though neither is it impressive. The purple glans are pointed upwards and swaying with his pulse sich is his state of arousal. He takes a step towards you. You sneer and hold up your hand.

"What's wrong?" he demands.

"I did not tell you to approach," you say. "You will stand out of reach and you will show me how you please yourself. Be glad that I am letting you look upon my gorgeous body while you do it."

He makes a lewd offer to suck your cunt, but you laugh and dismiss the idea. You sit upon your desk, the earthwood cool beneath your ass, one leg dangling down and the other foot up on the desk, knee bent, loins exposed to his gaze as he begins to stroke himself. You smile and watch him. You reach down between your legs and touch yourself, casually at first, stroking your swollen lips, but then as his pleasure grows so does your intent. You frig yourself for him and he strokes himself for you. His body is pale and marked with unusual scars. He works his hips and pumps his cock through his fist. You squirm beneath your practiced fingers, strumming your clit, sliding them into the hot tunnel of your sex.

Sneet's breathing deepens. His face turns red. "I'm very close," he warns you.

"Not yet," you command, reaching up and grabbing your left breast, squeezing your hard nipple between thumb and index finger. You can feel yourself verging on climax. Sneet groans but he evidently holds himself back from the brink by **** of will. His stroking slows. He stares intently at you, at the sweat upon your breasts, at the way your ass squirms on your desk as you finger fuck yourself. You can't stend it much longer. You pinch your nipple very hard, sending an orgasmic thrill exploding through your body.

"Oh, yess!" you cry. "I'm cumming!"

Your finger squelch in and out of your pussy. Your body quakes with pleasure. Sneet fucks his fist with renewed vigor and looks at you. His cock is deep purple as it pushes through his fingers. The explosive heat of your orgasm is sending shudders though your entire body. Your toes curl with pleasure and you watch Sneet explode, his cock bursting out from his fist and launching a glistening white rope several feet in your direction. You watch him cum, spurting out on the floor of your office, great gooey ropes to match the intensity of your own orgasm.

When it's done there is a dribbling puddle on the floor and Sneet holds his wilting cock. You are still out of breath, sighing, watching him come down from his own pleasure. Finally, you dismiss him and motion for him to dress and leave. He seems as if he is about to say something when a message sounds from the bridge.

"We are approaching Omicron-69, Captain," says the helmsman.

"Good," you say. "Take us in to dock. And send someone from maintenance. There seems to be a leak in the overhead coolant channels." Sneet departs. You dress and sit down behind your desk. Staring at the mess Sneet made upon your floor you wonder briefly how things might have turned out if you hadn't turned the tables on your disloyal crewman. Perhaps that mess would be in your belly or your ass right now. You smile at the thought of the pleasure you denied him. It could become a favorite hobby.