Waking up in Hyperspace

You're woken up by the buzzing of the alarm warning you that your ship is about to drop out of hyperspace in a few minutes. You stretched, groaned, and grunted and wandered out of your quarters. The sudden shock of the cold metallic floor on your bare feet helped wake you up and by the time you reached the cockpit you were fully alert.

After sliding into your seat, you were greeted a second later by a gorgeous, naked blonde human woman. She smiled and dutifully kneeled in front of you and started stroking you to an erection. Just looking at her meant it didn't take long, and then she parted her lips and slid your cock into her waiting mouth. Her big, deep blue eyes stared up at you full of lust and devotion. She had the sexiest set of lips this side of the galaxy, big, deep pink, soft, and naturally sweet to the taste. Her tits were huge and seemed to defy gravity, and you wondered if her telekinetic **** abilities had anything to do with that. Her ass was just as grand and tapered into an upside down heart shape. All together, she was one hell of a score.

"Mmmmm," she moaned happily on your cock, "Thank you for making me your slut."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you thought while rolling your eyes, the will of the **** or whatever. You could care less about this broad's destiny. For some reason all the **** sensitive babes in the galaxy were head over heels for you, even the ones who didn't know it yet. The only problem was they weren't exactly easy to find, and you'd been to planets where the locals had never even heard of the ****. Fortunately for you, you had landed just about the best job in the galaxy which guaranteed you all the pussy you could ever want. Including the curvy blonde on her knees in front of you now.

You still had a couple minutes until you dropped out of hyperspace, so you settled back and enjoyed yourself and the warm, luscious lips wrapped around your cock. She started bobbing her head faster and faster with a twist on every back stroke. After a minute your dick was throbbing uncontrollably and you were about to cum, so you grabbed the back of her head and pushed your cock all the way down her throat. Her eyes went wide with surprise and started watering as you shot load after load of cum into her mouth. You came right when the ship dropped out of hyperspace and when you finally felt drained, you pulled out and watched your cum trickle out between her lips. She swallowed twice and smiled while scooping the last drops of your cum from her face.

"Thank you again," she beamed at you, "The **** smiles on-"

"This is Coruscant Orbital Control, please send us your ship's registration and tabs, over." Before the woman could go off on another tirade about sexual mysticism, you sent the codes over the intercom.

"Right, thank you, Pulsar. You are clear to land. Have a safe reentry." Your ship approached the landing platform and began the elaborate landing sequence which took a whole minute and a half to complete. The cockpit moved on a rail to the middle of the ship and the main superstructure rotated around it 360 degrees while the side and vertical stabilizers had each had to fold and unfold three times to make room for the landing pads which were on the back of the ship so the whole thing had to tilt backwards 90 degrees in the last step, because nobody in this galaxy has ever designed a sensible ship.

During the pornographically over complicated landing procedure, your female companion had time to get completely dressed and freshen up so she at least didn't smell like she had just given oral sex.

"I'm ready when you are," she said.