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Transporting Kyle

Lee Pearce

“You are a prostitute.”

Lora shot a glance over her shoulder from her shuttle pilot’s chair to look at the heavily muscled soldier sitting on her curved sofa. Straight-backed, he looked uncomfortable amid the multitude of pillows. His calm demeanor awaited her reply.

“At ease, Captain.” Lora faced forward again, concentrating on the instrument panel sitting in her line of sight. “We have over twenty hours of travel ahead of us.” Lora wished her cover for the next twenty-four hours could be one of a prostitute. This man with his wide shoulders, long arms, flat stomach and heavily muscled legs had left her fighting an incredible urge to strip his body, climb onto his cock and fuck him. He may have been genetically engineered to look this way—for he had been built to fight the battles regular humans would find too stressful on their inferior bodies—but his physique turned her on in ways she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“Tell me what a prostitute does.” His voice flowed liked silk on her skin, another genetically engineered trait. She found him quite appealing.[HW1] 

Oh, how she wanted to show him what a whore does and show him some more and…

“I am not a prostitute.” She waited for his reply. Please tell me you don’t believe me. Tell me you want me naked beneath you right now.

“This is a prostitute’s ship,” he said, having processed the interior and made his logical assumption. A most annoying trait of engineered soldiers but she realized she would guess the same considering she had done very little remodeling.

“I bought it from someone who retired from the business,” she said trying not to think of his thick, shoulder-length blond hair, his black eyes that glittered in the shuttle’s lights, his full lips so ready to kiss.

“You are a prostitute?” At least he seemed a little more convinced now. He knew about her real job as a bounty hunter. His company had contacted her employer, requesting her specifically. Surely they would have told him about her cover.

She sighed. “I needed a comfortable ship. I do a lot of travelling.”

“I watch videos. I know the actions.”

Lora sighed. He was curious? She pressed a button, putting her shuttle on autopilot and rotated her seat so she faced him. The first wormhole gate on their journey was two hours away.

“I thought you would have been educated in all aspects of sex, Captain,” she said. Did he want her to give him a tour of the shuttle, showing him all its toys?

“My designation is KYL32,” he said.

“Kyle is it then?” she had heard that was how they named themselves, putting the letters together.

He nodded.

“I am Lora.”

He nodded again and stood. He walked around the edge of the sofa, his steps purposeful. He stopped at her feet, crouched, his legs spread wide around her legs and the base of her chair and placed his hands on her knees. Her heart pounded wildly. She imagined him pushing her legs apart, bending forward, his face pressed against her pussy.

More interesting yet[HW2] , he had a large bulge in the crotch of his pants. Tell me that is his erection! If not, I am in trouble.

“You are beautiful like the prostitutes,” he said, his black eyes searching her face.

“Uh, thank you.” That was a hard one to answer.

“You have large breasts.” Faster than she could blink, his hand encased her right mound. She froze, her hands tightly gripping her chair’s armrests. He’s touching me. I’m still clothed. It’s okay. Don’t panic.

Kyle’s fingers began an in and out motion. Her nipple grew erect beneath his palm. She found it difficult to breathe, her lungs tightening up. Her cunt grew wet and pulsed with need. Maybe this time, it’s all right. Maybe I’ll be able to control it.

His other hand grasped her left breast and matched the technique. “Is this the correct motion?”

She nodded, her body responding by arching her back. A hot flush ran down to her pussy. More wetness soaked through her panties. She moaned. Felt herself coming.

His hands slid off her breasts to her stomach.

Lora drew in a deep breath. Her heart slowed.

He started to pull up her shirt from under her pants. She grabbed his hands. “Kyle, don’t…” And stopped. He stared into her eyes. She gripped his hand tighter. Nothing. No memories. No flood of war-induced guilt filling her mind, forcing her to remember.

He pulled her hand away, a knowing smile on his face. “Don’t what?”

Did he know about her gift? He isn’t doing this to make me help him. Maybe this time will be different. She smiled back, almost laughed with relief. Time to enjoy yourself, Lora.

“Being curious is a good thing, Kyle, but a lady likes to be asked,” she said, teasing him.

He finished pulling her shirt out of the front of her pants. “May I sex you?”

No, Kyle, you may not sex me. This is not proper.

He ripped open her shirtfront sending buttons flying throughout the cabin. He pulled her forward, wrapping his arms around her back. His mouth descended upon her right nipple, sucking harshly. She hadn’t bothered wearing a bra today, thinking her passenger would go into hibernation to rest up for his mission. Shocks darted through her chest, landing in her womb, making her body ache for his cock. This passenger seemed not to need any rest. Moisture soaked through to her pants.

“Yes! Oh, yes, you can sex me.”

Raptures Design

Lee Pearce

On the resort planet of Paos, on the outskirts of its largest city Crystalis, Win Cedaron found herself doing what she never thought she would have to do. Pay for it.

Win had never had problems attracting partners in the past. Her athletic body, her firm, round breasts and her long brownish-red hair all seemed to attract any number of people. Choosing was not a problem. For sex. But over the next two days, she wanted to get as much as possible. She wanted to have it so often it filled every waking moment and became the only thing she thought about. She wanted no other thoughts to get through. She wanted to forget. For the next two days at least.

The resort had once been top-rated for food and accommodations. Now, it was also top-rated for hospitality, of the sexual kind, of course. The Paosians knew how to make everyone feel welcome and how to fulfill their every need, for a price, of course. They were pirates in the physical and literal sense. Win didn’t even look at the price list as she checked in, knowing the costs would be exorbitant. She didn’t care at this point. She just wanted to get started.

Unable to find a bellhop, Win picked up her small bag and strolled away from the front desk. She scanned the immense lobby that stretched from the driveway out front to the sandy beach and the sea out back noting the number of couples lying about the pool. Waiters dashed between the lounge chairs delivering brightly colored drinks, dipping their heads to take more orders and hurry away.

A young man, his white-blond hair glowing in the sunlight, dressed in a small thong loincloth, the form of his penis showing through as he bent over a woman reclining on her back, said a few words, reached for her suntan lotion and sat down on the edge of the lounge. He poured the lotion on his hands, rubbed them together then began to spread the lotion with long strokes up her foot and calf to her thigh. Each stroke brought him higher. The woman’s hips began to push upward. He switched to the other leg. Her hips slowed.

None of their neighbors seemed to notice this extracurricular activity. They all seemed to be caught up in private moments of their own. A man leaned over to kiss the neck of his bedmate all the while massaging her naked breast. A woman ran her fingers under a man’s swimsuit, revealing the tip of his swollen cock. Another couple clung tightly, her legs wrapped around his waist, in the middle of the pool.

The waves of sexuality spread through the air and window, striking Win so hard her body flushed with unexpected heat. Her chest clenched as she tried to draw in a breath causing her breasts to swell and her nipples to peak beneath her blouse. The warmth spread downward and she felt her pussy pulsing in an aching need she had not felt in a very long time. The need for a man’s cock between her legs and not just her own hands. She needed so much more. Win glanced down to the closest couple

His hands moved upward over her knee onto her thigh His fingers came dangerously close the fabric of the swimsuit between her legs. Her hips began to gyrate. His fingers moved close and brushed her clitoris She jerked once. His hand stayed in place, massaging the full triangle She jerked nearly upright then lay back, sweat glistening her chest and face.

Win took a deep breath trying to slow her racing heart. Wetness coated her body in all the right places. That would be a great start, Win thought. This time now was about her. All she needed was a man to take care of her wants and needs.

“Miss Cedaron?”

She jumped at the sound of his voice. “Yes?” She stared into the most beautiful dark blue eyes she had ever seen. Surrounded by a face tinged with a golden hue, his eyes glowed. Black hair framed his face and just brushed the top of his wide shoulders. His tailored shirt had been tucked into shorts at a waist and hips that hinted at the tight body underneath.

“May I take your bag?”

Win looked back up to his face and nodded. She felt his hand slide down her wrist. Shocks ran up her arm and back down directly to her pussy. She felt the ache grow, again and thought, This one will do just fine.

Zuritaan Rapture

Lee Pearce

     The dinner conversation was a nightmarish jumble in Pollo’s head as he tossed and turned in bed. All he could see was the anger and hurt and sadness playing upon Esara’s face the whole time and he could do nothing to comfort her. Once she had caught him looking at her and he had nearly folded, reaching across to her, telling her it would be all right in a matter of days but he had turned away knowing that was the best thing to do right now.

He shoved off the blankets and sat up. Reaching for the pants he had thrown on the floor, he yanked them on. He strode to the second window and lifted the sash. This one slid silently upward and he bent over to climb out onto the roof. He crossed the roof quickly to the edge and swung down to the railing where he leapt to the ground. Staying to the shadows, he ran to the front of the garage. The door refused to budge so he moved around to the back where her bedroom sat and tried the door back there. It too, was locked. The wind had picked up and he could feel sand scoring his skin.

“Esara,” he called. “Esara, can I speak to you?”

Silence.

“Esara?”

Then a faint voice. “Go away, Pollo.”

“Please, I just want to talk to you.”

“No, Pollo. We have nothing to say.”

He yanked at the door, frustrated. “Please. I need to speak to you. Here. In private. To explain.”

“Explain?”

“Yes, explain why I’ve had to be so cold to you. Why I’ve had to be—” The door latch sprang open. He yanked at the door and stepped inside. The wind slammed it closed behind him.

She stood out of arm’s reach wearing only a long yellow robe. Her brown skin glowed. He could see the impression of her breasts and hips against the fabric. She held it closed over her stomach but it flapped open between her legs whenever she moved her right foot, digging it into the sandy floor, the only betrayal of her agitation.

He stepped forward wanting to take her into his arms but she held up her hand. “You wanted to explain.” She turned sideways. “I don’t have all night. Start talking.”

So much to say. Where to start. “I love you.”

“Get out.”

He took a step forward. “I love you and I am sorry for ignoring you today.”

“Today? What about for the last three years? Did you think I would just wait for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“No letters. No communications. Not even a message through your father.”

“Esara, I wrote every week.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He took two steps forward. She didn’t move away.

“I’m not. I did write them. Someone must have kept them from you. Dolon, maybe?”

“Why would he do such a thing? He wants us to be together more than anything.”

“How about Jez? He seems to have a crush on you.”

“Jez. Yes, I could see him doing that.” Esara’s shoulders slumped. “But why?” She turned back to face him. Pollo reached out and pulled her to him.

She resisted a little then gave up, leaning her forehead against his chest. “I am so tired, Pollo.” Her breath warmed his skin.

“I’ve missed you terribly,” he bent his head down and kissed the top of her head. She raised her face and he moved his lips across her eyelids, her cheeks, to her lips where she opened her mouth hungrily to him.