Sorting out the Living Arrangments

Tess's cock-sucker lips look just as perfect wrapped around Kurt's balls as they did bobbing on the tip of his pecker. You look up at the grizzled man. His face is a paradox, split between the empowerment bestowed by two submissives' servitude and the **** desire for release said servitude imposes on a mans' cock.

Considering how dull the Hacking Crew's leader has been in the past you're having a fair amount of fun blowing him. His cock is big enough for your mouths to share, but not so big that your tongue couldn't keep from 'accidentally' caressing Tess's, before she turned her attention to his testicles. Now her lips gently tug his nut left and right while she sucks.

Your mouth harmonicas up and down the top of Kurt's shaft and you see your sexy side-sucker beside you. Her waist is cinched tight by the corset you found in the cargo hold. High in the air, her ass bubbles out of the thong framing it. Occasionally, you can see the tips of her delicate fingers as she furiously rubs the soaked scrap of satin over her pussy. Her other hand squeezes and kneads the georgous blue orbs presented by her corset. Not quite as turned on as she is, you are only playing with your exposed nipples and occasioally reaching over to pinch her firm tits.

Past the gorgeous globes of her ass lies the Oo'lick's trench coat, discarded after she revealed her outfit to the unsuspecting mechanics. Kurt had been quick to clear the welcome lobby. Fortunately, many of his workers caught the show of you slowly unzipping you're scavenged catsuit to display a lack of underwear. They made some wittily crass comments on the way out It's a shame they are so intolerant of slavers; you would have gotten along nicely.

Remembering this whole thing was Tess's naughty idea, you give her blue butt a hard slap. She yips and moans, sending soft vibrations to the nut in her mouth. Correction: nuts. The slut slurped the rest of his sack into her whore mouth while you weren't looking.

Kurt groans. He slides forward in his chair, torn between the **** desire to finish and make this moment last forever. Tess's tongue gives his jewel's some parting licks before it laps its way to his recently exposed asshole. That blue bitch knows just where to put her tongue. When this is over, you'll need to put it to better use. The moment you're out of the hacking crew's sensory range you will make Tess your ****. There must be an aphrodisiac in one of the packages being moved to your new ship. You could lace her food and make her beg for an orgasm, or just jump her with handcuffs and a dildo. Fuck, wouldn't surprise you, if the nasty slut begged to be your pussy licker the way she craves sex.

Working your way up Kurt's rock-hard rod, you wonder if you should just ask her to be your ****. She only ran from the Syndicate because Irk was a boring master. The kinky Oo'lick might grovel for the honor of being your toy if you can prove yourself a good dominatrix. Your lips return to and engulf the engorged tip. Staring into Kurt's eyes you suck, pulling your lips back until his cock snaps free with a pop. His rough hands quickly **** you back onto his prick, eliciting a greedy and happy moan.

You look up at him, fingers now circling your clit as he treats your face like a fleshlight. He has a ruggedly handsome face. Perhaps you're the one in need of a worthy master. It isn't Kurt; he can boss people around but wouldn't have the guts to lock you in a cabinet tied painfully tight with only weighted clamps to keep you company. Still with your share of the Titani diamonds you could support yourself long enough to find someone to fulfill your desires for domination. There are some pretty kinky places in the galaxy. It wouldn't take long.

Kurt's hands dictate his desired speed and he frequently slams your throat onto his cock. Your extensive training as a sex **** means you don't cough and actually breath easily around the thick intruder. Soon, skilled cock-gobbling has Kurt announcing "I'm cumming." You keep fucking yourself with his meat after his hands slump away, filling your mouth and throat with your reward until you pull back to paint your face with the last few squirts. A gleeful smile splits your face as you watch him relax into the last scraps of euphoria.

Tess's share of the spoils dribbles from your panting mouth and she eagerly drinks it down. You give her more than half, The cumslut needs it more than you. Maybe you just have to drip a trail of jizz to a cage and the blue bootlicker will crawl her way to being your ****. You smile at the thought.

After negotiations are concluded, the two off you check out the ship you bought. The engines and main frame are from a G16 crane ship. It has had several rooms from some pleasure yatch bolted on. Not as nimble as the Breaker but the G16s powerful hyperdrive is more than a match for the new weight. For self defence, the hack crew even included a souped-up cutting lazer and what looks like a modified grenade launcher to fire chaff.

Inside, its mostly consistent with only a few obvious welding seams between the faux hardwood paneling. There aren't any dungeons, but the attic and guest bedroom both have potential. You'll just have to find the right tools which shouldn't be too hard. The third package you opened searching the Syndicate freighter had a sample kit of strap-ons. Who knows what could be in the hundred or so unopened boxes the Hacking Crew are currently transfering over to your new ships cargo hold.

As you step onto the copper floor of the G16 cockpit, Tess remarks "I like it. I hope you don't mind if I stay awhile."

You turn from the glittering jewels of ice in the nebula outside to look at the bombshell Oo'lick. "Yeah," you beam like a school girl, "stay as long as you want. In fact If you--," nervousness creeps up on you. "I mean, I hope you don't mind me walking around naked. I used to do it a fair bit on my old ship."

"That's fine." She steps closer and you don't back away. "We've shared a lot more than nudity over the past few days." Those wonderful lips draw closer to yours. "And there is lot more to try, more to experiment with."

Your lips meet hers.

It's little more than a quick peck, but makes sparks fly for you. "Yes," you pant, more in answer to the kiss than her question. It's so amazing to think it'll just be the two of you, no cover to maintain or Irk to belch nonsense orders, just you and Tess. She starts unzipping the front of your jumpsuit, making you skin tingle with excitement especially when her delicate hand pulls the zipper past your eager pusey. Today you'll play tongue tag. Later there will be some light BDSM, and soon you'll have the blue bombshell as a fucktoy. You lean in for another kiss.

And she slaps you hard across the check. Seeing stars, you stumble backwards, trip over something and land hard on your ass. Your catsuit flaps open exposing your wiggling tits and warming cooch. "You have cum on your face," she says in a dark tone that makes you feel that the slap was completely justified because you're a total slut. Tess shows you the white streaks across her fingers before licking them clean with harsh movements.

You stare up at your cruel goddess unsure what to do next. "I've changed my mind," Tess announces, "you are no longer allowed to be naked. You must wear a collar at all times."

A part of you wants to get up, to show her who's boss, but it is quickly drowned out by a steady flow in your pussy. You meekly nod an agreement.

"Good," Tess scoffs, looking down at you like you're some muck clinging to her shoe. "But don't expect anything special just because you know your place. A good worm is still just a worm. Your cunt will only feel the tip of my riding crop and the toe of my boot." Said toe is starts forcing its way into your tender slit.

Its hard edges grate against the sides of your fuck tunnel, stretching your pink folds. You don't care that she is technically wearing high-heeled shoes not boots. You just want more. "Aaaahhth," you cry out more in pleasure than pain as she presses her foot deeper.

"Little whore, are you prepared to be my ****."

You are, you realize. How can you possibly resist her? her amazing figure presented in a tight corset? her face perfected by a cruel smile? She is going to use and **** you like the slutmeat you are.

"Yes mistress," you plead just barely summoning enough courage to look your new owner in the eye.

"Or," she ponders removing her foot for your stretched cunny. You brace yourself for another **** of cruel insults and pussy-watering suggestions.

Tess instead slumps to her knees and crawls between your spread legs. The cruel smile melts from her face as she stares at you with big submissive green eyes. Her tongue tenderly laps at your pussy, the pussy she was torturing seconds ago, while you stare back in confusion.

She abruptly stops and pouts. "I'm sorry mistress, I didn't have permission to lick you. Please punish me." The mischievous minx flicks her tongue across your clit. She gleefully grins and says. "I will need severe training to control my naught--mummph."

The last part is cut off because your dripping nethers need more attention. Acting mostly on instinct, you push down on her back with your feet and thrust your crotch in her face while your thighs clamp down on her head. Your cuntlicker lets out a muffled squeal of delight at her new prison before slurping away.

Spreading your legs, you tyrannically grab her head feathers and use them to dictate where you want her to suck. Soft warm and wet, her mouth is nothing short of amazing. However, the pleasurable sting of her recent dominations still lingers, so after enjoying her talents for a minute, you tighten your grip on her raven feathers and pull her towards a face to face conversation.

As directed, the sexy creature crawls on top of you. Only when her swaying blue orbs brush against your heaving tits do you loosen your grip. You are about to ask Tess what the hell she's doing, but she speaks first. In a neutral tone yet charged with an orchestra of sexual desire she asks "well Natalia? which do you want?"

Well Fuck This Bitch! You again tightly grip the Oo'lick's feathers, forcing her to twist her head, before nibbling hard on her earlobe. Then you whisper in her ear "alright you teasing slut, we are going to get the biggest strap-on we can find. And I will fuck you in the ass with it while you stripe my tits with a flogger."

"You got it whore," your lover says, humming her approval.

Sometime later, while Tess has gotten herself the second biggest strap-on and the two 69 to hate fuck the other's throat, there is a knock at the door. A blushing young mechanic enters and, as fast as humanly possible, notifies you that your new ship is fuelled up and ready to launch before bolting away. Probably because you both smiled like Hyenas that had found a young buck to devour. You decouple after a few more orgasms and launch into the gemstone nebula.