A Pirate's tale 2

(Author's Note: This is the same story as my previous one, apart from the few changes. I will take down the old one as soon as I have used all its resources on this one. The Significant change to this story is I have used the game mode option. I hope this will provide a more immersive experience. And once again sorry for any grammatical errors, and once again I would love your feedback. Thank you)

You are captain Samantha Lawson, the daughter of the dreaded space pirate Jim Lawson. Your mother died when you were just a baby leaving your father to take care of you. Most of your childhood and teenage was spent on board the Icarus, your father's ship. It was a sleek vessel, fast, reasonable armed so that it could take care of itself against three of the Royal Armada's (More info on that later) cruisers. The crew respected you as they did your father, a few older ones treating you like their daughter even though they sometimes had dirty thoughts about their "daughter", not that you blame them. Ever since you turned 18, you had been a walking wet dream and now 2 years later, your body was at its peak sexual prime. Your brunette tresses reaching up to your lower back was often kept in an elegant ponytail, your face is beautiful with full lips, a cute nose and deep green eyes. Your lips are what most would describe as perfect for sucking a thick cock. Your body would give any swimsuit model a run for her money, standing at 5'6" with an exquisite hour glass body with a perky 34 D tits,a firm heart shaped ass and mile long tanned legs.

Now however you are lying in your unkempt bed, last month your father and his first mate Rocket were killed in a routine raiding mission. Somehow they had failed to fully deactivate the ship's AI, which reacting to the threat had blown up its precious cargo along with the two raiders. The Icarus was barely able to hold together it quickly went to warp, escaping the incoming Armada cruisers. The entire month had been a roller coaster for Samantha, following her father's , the crew had decided to make her the captain. Even though her father had taught her the ropes, she found it extremely difficult. With the Icarus barely holding up, they started raiding the unmanned transport vessels. With the crew morale running out, Samantha got a break when the last raiding mission rewarded them with a container full of Quantum navigators.

As in any pirate ship, after the successful raiding party, everyone had got drunk in the recreational room. They had enough money to fix the Icarus and that was enough reason to celebrate. You have flashes of memory as Mr. Anderson Cole (refer author's note for crew members info) cupping your tits through your white tank top. You barely wore a bra and Mr. Cole's actions were making your nipples hard. You just give him a smile and down your drink. Thinking you gave him permission, Mr.Cole pulls down the tank top in one quick motion, exposing your tits to the rest of the crew. Not that anyone was paying any attention. Ms.Rebecca Cole had just downed her fifth bottle, stood up and ripped her dress so that she was naked and demanded that someone fuck her. Mr.Dvagh quickly used the opportunity. Bending her over the table, he began plummeting her tight pussy with his rock hard cock. Mr. Savbren with an amused expression walked up to Rebecca's face and fed her his manhood. The sight of the inter species spit roasting along with the fact that she was drunk made you so horny that you went to your knees in front of the Mr. Cole and began undressing him. Then your memories are flashes as you see a huge green cock, your throat getting fucked, your perfect breasts getting fucked, your pussy getting pounded from behind by who you think is Mr.Cole and finally kissing Rebecca who pushed cum down your throat.

"Oooohhhh Fuck" you moan as you run your hands through your face. You find dried cum on your hair, face, tits and thighs. Shaking your tousled hair, you sit up. The bed sheet falls down to reveal your flawless naked body. You have to admit, even after getting fucked you look like you can go for a couple of more rounds. Slowly you walk to your bathroom and stand below the shower. You try to think more about the night, but end up getting nothing. "The less I remember the better, I am still their captain, I have to maintain some level of authority here" you think as you pull on a white t shirt, tight around your chest, a blue jeans that grips your perfect ass and a leather jacket. With your now clean hair in a long ponytail, you walk out of your cabin.