DESIRE 2

by Misty Vixen

Catch up on the Desire series!

DESIRE

DISCLAIMER

If this is your first time reading Desire, you

can safely ignore this disclaimer.

If you’re a fan and you read Desire in its original

incarnation, i.e. one novella and several episodic short

stories, then you might be wondering what’s different

between that version and this one, I want to be clear.

Basically nothing.

This second novel covers episodes one through

six from the original series, as well as the bonus

short stories from Collections One & Two, and

The Complete First Season.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not

it’s worth purchasing!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 01

CHAPTER 02

CHAPTER 03

CHAPTER 04

CHAPTER 05

CHAPTER 06

CHAPTER 07

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER 01

There was a feeling you got when you stood in what had once been your apartment, where you’d lived alone and single, adrift in life, unsure of where to go, but now you were standing there with an alien seductress who you’d had sex with multiple times after getting offered the job of a lifetime. Derek Parker wasn’t sure if there was a word to describe that feeling, but it was what he was currently experiencing, standing in his empty living room.

Maybe it was triumph.

Or perhaps euphoria.

Maybe it was just a lot of different overly positive emotions. He felt positively bursting with happiness, and there was something else there, too.

“You doing okay?” Anya asked.

He looked over at her. She’d walked over to the only window in his living room and had been looking out onto the colony he had once called home. It was a decently bright and sunshine lit day outside.

Anya was probably the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Although he thought a lot of that had to do with the exotic allure lent to her by the fact that she was another species, and the fact that she lived on a space station that was one giant brothel, and had gotten used to making herself look amazing, he also knew what she looked like when she wasn’t at her best, and there was certainly a natural beauty to her.

He was also probably biased, because she was the first alien woman he had ever slept with, and he really liked her.

Anya was a dysil.

They were basically human, in the sense that they had human proportions, but they were also somewhat reviled among the human community because they sort of resembled older depictions of Christian demons.

He had an idea that Anya liked the idea, particularly the idea of a succubus, and did everything she could to heighten the effect. She was about as tall as he was, nearly six foot, and had deep orange skin. Her hair was chestnut brown and she’d had it cut recently, so that it was just long enough to be able to be pulled into a very small ponytail, which she was currently wearing. Her eyes were a brilliant blue that were only further emphasized by her orange skin. And then there were her natural ‘demonic’ traits.

Dysil had horns. Little black horns that came out of their foreheads. And tails. Thin black tails that ended in triangular tips.

“I’m okay,” Derek replied. “Just...a lot of feelings. Happiness, elation, relief. Being back here is kind of like...well, I’ve never been incarcerated, but I imagine it’s a little like having been in prison, then getting out, and then coming back to visit, secure in the knowledge that you don’t have to stay here, there is nothing making you stay here.”

“Wow, that’s…kind of depressing,” Anya said. She crossed the empty living room from the window and came to stand in front of him. “You thought of this place as a prison?”

“Nothing so dramatic,” Derek replied, taking her hand. Both of them seemed to have a certain affection for hand-holding. “But I did spend a great deal of time here, feeling alone. Being alone. I never thought my life would turn out this way. Even in my craziest dreams I hadn’t. I’m so...” he hesitated.

“Grateful?” Anya suggested.

“That doesn’t even begin to cover it. Overwhelmed, I guess.”

Derek was a twenty two year old who had recently graduated from college with a general degree in technology. What this basically translated to was that he could repair a wide range of things, but he wasn’t really good at any one specific thing. And he could typically only repair the generic, simple models of things, like baseline computers, air conditioning units, heat syncs, flat-screen TVs, tablets, stuff like that.

Anything more advanced and he was out of luck.

Well, for now, at least. He had an idea that he was going to be studying for the rest of his life, because he did actually enjoy working on this kind of stuff, taking it apart and fixing it and putting it back together again, so studying technology didn’t really feel like studying in the sense that everything else did.

It wasn’t really work, closer to fun, or at least a good challenge.

Shortly after graduating, he’d received a mysterious e-mail from a woman identifying herself as Venus, the founder and CEO of a pleasure station called Desire. Except it wasn’t just a pleasure station. There were lots of those: space stations that were basically just big floating brothels. Desire was a modern marvel unto itself.

It was the size of a city, and was one hundred percent independently owned, operated, and funded. They bowed to no one.

They catered to basically ever sexual fantasy and fetish in an environment of safety, security, and comfort. They were very exclusive, and they only allowed in those that not only would follow the rules, but those who had a healthy, liberated view of sex. Respect was paramount on Desire. While you were allowed to and even encouraged to ask anyone on the station for sex, even if they were employees, you were also expected to not only absolutely respect a no if you got one, but not to try to make them feel guilty for it.

And you also enjoyed the same privilege.

If someone wasn’t interested in sex, they said so, and it was no big deal.

They had amazing security systems and a state-of-the-art screening program that only allowed those they wanted into the station with about a ninety nine percent success rate. On Desire, you could be sure of your safety.

And you could be sure that you were going to fuck more than you ever had in your entire life. Which was pretty nice.

Derek had apparently been selected for an all-expenses-paid, one week vacation there. After confirming it was the real deal, he’d headed out there, and had the most, and best, sex of his entire life. Anya had been his ‘pleasure guide’ from the beginning, accompanying him basically the entire time, even going so far as to essentially live with him in the hotel suite he’d been given. But through it all, he thought something else was going on.

And he’d been right.

Near the end of his trip, Anya had taken him to see Venus herself, the beautiful kai billionaire who personally founded, and now ran, Desire. He’d been awed by her. Not just because of her riches or her genius or her determination, but also because kai were an extremely rare species. As most tended never to leave their own home system due to xenophobia, there were only about two thousand kai total traveling the galaxy.

When they were billions upon billions of other people, that made them ridiculously rare.

She had revealed to him that she wanted to hire him. Not only that, they wanted him to actually live on Desire. His job would be basic maintenance. At first, Derek had no idea why. It didn’t make any sense. He felt like he was winning the lottery, but hadn’t bought a ticket. He wasn’t the top of his class, not even close, and although he thought he was a hard worker, he didn’t have any specialized knowledge.

Venus had explained that it wasn’t all good grades and knowledge.

They didn’t want just anyone helping maintain the station. Much like their guests, the people who ran Desire needed to be sexually liberated, to have a healthy view of sex in all its forms. Their advanced search algorithm had selected him as one of these people, and his all-expenses-paid ‘vacation’ had been the test, to see how he would treat his sexual partners. And he’d passed. Venus had just finished the deal by making him a direct offer.

And, when he’d said yes, she’d sealed the deal by having sex with him, right there in her office at the top of the control tower in the center of the station.

It had been unreal.

That was three days ago. He’d finished out his vacation, and now he was in the process of wrapping up the loose ends of his old life. Such as it was. Not much of a life, really, he was seeing now that he had come back from Desire. With all he had to look forward to, being here now, looking back on his old life, it didn’t seem to have amounted to much. Then again, he’d just gotten out of college. It was hard to have a life when you were trying to get a degree. Especially if it was something related to technology.

There was a lot of information to absorb.

“So, is there anything left to do?” Anya asked.

Derek thought about it.

Yesterday had been his final day on Desire. Well, final day as a non-employee. Those last two days had been a bit more relaxed, since he no longer felt like he had to see it all before his week was up. (Which was obviously impossible. Desire was huge.) He’d enjoyed himself with Anya mostly. Venus had given him a week to tie up whatever responsibilities and loose ends he needed to. But it honestly wouldn’t take that long. His only family that he kept in any real touch with were his parents, all of his friends had scattered to the galactic winds, taking jobs anywhere they could, and they’d already fallen out of contact.

He’d essentially been alone.

Before last week, it had been a sad state of affairs. But now? Honestly, he was grateful. It made this whole thing easier.

They’d already gone back to his home planet. The first thing they’d done was to pay off the rest of his college debt. Venus had covered it. He still didn’t know how to feel about that. His parents had saved up, and he’d taken college credit courses during high school, and had gotten a small scholarship, and even had already been putting whatever money he could towards the debt. But still...even after all that, it was close to twenty thousand credits.

But apparently twenty grand was a paltry sum to someone like Venus. So he just...thanked her and accepted it.

What else was there to do?

She’d also given him five thousand credits as both a starting bonus and to help with his aforementioned loose ends.

His apartment had been the biggest thing.

He and Anya had already gone through the apartment, gathering up the few possessions he actually cared about enough to keep, then had sold almost literally everything but the bed to a company that bought bulk furniture from people looking to get rid of it in a hurry and had made a fairly decent bundle of credits in the process.

The bed came with the apartment, for whatever reason, so it was staying.

The people who’d come to take the furniture had left about ten minutes ago, and he’d really just been standing around in the empty apartment with Anya, organizing his thoughts. He wanted to leave now, but…

Something felt unfinished.

“Derek,” Anya said.

He looked over at her again. “Yeah?”

She had that smile on her face. Although they’d only known each other a week, he could already read that smile: it was the one she got when she wanted to do some filthy fucking. He’d come to really like that smile.

“How long has it been since you’ve gotten fucked in this apartment?” she asked.

“Oh wow, awhile. Months, at least,” he replied.

“Well, how about, to kind of complete the experience, I fuck you in this apartment?” she suggested.

“I think that’s a fantastic idea,” Derek replied, now smiling broadly himself.

Although his smile was less coy, more dumb. He still got kind of stupid and awkward when a woman as ridiculously beautiful as Anya was coming onto him. As he followed her through his empty apartment, (after making sure the door was locked), he studied her from a different point of view, through the lens of desire.

Anya was curvy.

In his experience, a lot of dysil were. Anya, though, seemed to be that strange embodiment of somehow being both fit and curvy at the same time. She had thick, pleasantly padded thighs and broad, curved hips big enough to support her huge ass. But then her waistline drew in, her stomach a little padded but generally taut and smooth and trim. And then she went out again, that perfect hourglass figure, with her enormous orange breasts that she seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in showcasing.

Honestly, she seemed to enjoy showcasing everything.

Even though they were in a pretty casual setting, she’d dressed pretty...lightly. She wore a low-cut t-shirt and a bra that gave her some awe-inspiring cleavage, and some short shorts that clung tightly to her broad, thick ass and big hips.

Following her into his bedroom, he saw her tail swaying back and forth, and already could feel a powerful erection coming on.

As he came into the bedroom, Derek wondered how many times he’d jacked off in here to the thought of having sex with an alien woman. How many times had he fantasized about this specific scenario that he was now living out?

Hundreds at least.

Anya took off her shirt, then took off her bra, derailing every single thought in his head as she freed her enormous orange breasts. They were probably the greatest tits he’d ever seen in his life, and that included stuff he’d seen online. They were perfect and round and firm and too big to get his hands around.

She smirked at him. “I’m a little surprised you aren’t more used to these by now,” she said, moving back and forth a little bit to make her breasts sway gently.

“I...don’t think that’s going to happen,” he replied.

“Well,” she said, turning around and peeling her shorts down, (she wasn’t wearing panties, to his knowledge, she never did), “stop staring, get naked, get over here and fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, and hastily finished shucking his clothing.

Derek had always thought he’d never lose that awkwardness of being naked around women, and, to a certain extent, he still suffered it. He’d never thought of himself as particularly attractive or impressive in any way, but being with Anya, (and the other ladies aboard Desire), had, well, not exactly given him a confidence boost, but more just made him feel less bad about himself. Especially with women who were so enthusiastically ecstatic about sex. They didn’t really seem to care what he looked like, they just wanted some fun sex.

Derek quickly climbed into bed with Anya, who was laying on her back, nude and beautiful, waiting for him.

As he laid down next to her and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, and felt her slip her hand smoothly around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her, he thought about how he had never met a woman like Anya.

Well, before this past week, anyway.

He’d always hoped that he would someone like her: an extremely attractive alien who was highly sexual but also really casual and easy to get along with. Someone who would, on top of all this, accept him. And she seemed to.

Derek deepened the kiss, and parted her lips with his own, and slipped his tongue smoothly into her mouth. She let out a small, happy sound of pleasure and moved her own tongue forward to meet his. They touched, twined, danced together, swapping saliva. She always tasted interesting. There was something sweet to her natural taste, sweet and kind of dark, strange, but good. Exotic. It reminded him a little of cinnamon.

He laid a hand across one of her generously sized breasts, massaging it gently, feeling her nipple pressing into his hand, enjoying the feeling greatly. She moved against him, throwing a leg over him and holding him closer to her as they made out, both of them breathing heavily now, entirely entranced in what was happening.

After a moment, he gently pushed her onto her back and got on top of her, kissed her once more, firmly on the lips, then moved lower, kissing down her neck, making her gasp. He pressed his lips against her collarbone, kissing again, then moved lower, and stopped as he reached her breasts. Anya had pleasantly sensitive breasts. She seemed to be sensitive practically everywhere. As she’d happily told him more than once, she was easy to get off. Which was nice for him, given his general lack of experience with getting women off.

He stuck out his tongue and began dragging it across one of her huge, orange breasts. She moaned quietly and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Is this what to imagined?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he replied, and licked across her nipple, causing her to cry out. He took one nipple in his mouth and began to suck gently on it while, at the same time, he ran his fingertips across her other nipple. She twitched under him, moaning louder now. He switched to other breast then, after giving the first one attention, and gave the other one similar affection, licking across it and then taking it into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

Sucking on huge, alien tits was about as amazing as he’d always imagined.

Her breasts properly tended to, Derek moved down lower, (not kissing her stomach, as it, too, was sensitive, but not in a good way), and then spread her legs. He settled down between her thick, well-padded thighs and stared at her smooth pussy. He wanted to make her orgasm. He fully intended to do so.

Leaning in, he gently spread the lips with his thumbs, exposing her clit and all that sensitive, wet skin. Derek stuck his tongue out and touched the tip of it carefully to her clit, then began to massage it gently.

Anya let out a long, almost agonized groan. “Come on, Derek, not again...” she moaned, writhing on the bed around him. “I told you not to do it slow like that...I want it hard and fast...” she begged, panting now.

He didn’t say anything, just kept going at his own pace, because he knew that, despite what she said in the moment, she did like it slow, she liked the build up, the gradual increase in pleasure, because it made the orgasm that much better. But she was an impatient lover. And, to be completely honest, he liked doing this to her, just a little bit. If he thought she actually wanted him to go faster, he would, but right now she was just venting sexual frustration. He began to lick a bit faster, pressing a bit harder, and she groaned again.

“Yes, come on...don’t make me wait...”

He maintained his pace, licking more and more, using more of his tongue, licking more than just her clit. Finally, he slipped a finger into her tight, wet opening, almost desperate to stick his cock in there, because holy fuck was it going to feel amazing. He fucked her with his finger, pressing up into that most sensitive spot, and she started orgasming almost immediately. Anya let out a long moaning shout of pleasure, a sound that came from deep in her throat, and he pulled back slightly so that he could watch.

Watching women orgasm was always something special.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes!” Anya cried in desperate ecstasy as she came.

Her whole body clenched and released several times, her eyes closed tightly, hands gripping and releasing the blanket. A hot stream of feminine sex juices sprayed out of her vagina, coating her thick thighs and darkening the blankets beneath her. She trembled and writhed in sexual satisfaction and release.

The orgasm lasted for about thirty seconds, and then she let out her breath in one hard exhale, going slack against the mattress. She was glistening with sweat now, he breasts swaying beautifully as she got her breath back, lying there with her eyes closed. Finally, she opened her eyes and pushed herself up a little, resting on her elbows.

She looked down. “Oh dear, I made a mess,” she murmured.

“Yeah you did,” Derek replied, grinning at her.

“Well, I believe it’s your turn to make a mess inside me,” she said.

“Can I get on top of you, put it in your mouth?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied, settling back down.

He did just that, getting atop her and straddling her face. She opened her mouth for him and he slipped his cock in there, then groaned as she started sucking. She looked up at him, her vivid blue eyes seeming to glow, her black horns polished and standing out a lot against her orange skin. He settled his hand on top of her head, on her beautiful brunette hair, and started fucking her in the mouth. She moaned, taking his whole cock in, flicking her tongue expertly across the head in rhythm with his thrusts.

Anya was extremely skilled with her mouth.

She took his dick in her hot, wet mouth for a good minute, looking so fucking sexy as she got fucked in the mouth, his bed banging against the wall. They were not going to be happy about this, but right now, he didn’t really care. He fucked her in the face for as long as he could, bringing himself to the brink of orgasm, then pulled out.

“Okay, spread your legs,” he said as he settled back down on top of her.

“Fuck me like a slut,” she growled in reply.

Getting into position, he slid his saliva-slicked cock into her and wow did it feel fucking amazing. He groaned loudly as he pushed into her tight, hot perfection. She was extremely wet from the orgasm and she moaned in response as she accepted his length into her. Pleasure burned through him, the pleasure of having completely unprotected sex with an older alien woman, one as flat out beautiful and exotic and fucking hot as Anya was. She really did seem to embody sex itself. She pressed against him with her powerful hips as he pushed against her, burying himself deep inside of her, moaning again at the sheer bliss of it.

He knew he wasn’t going to last for long.

But Anya never seemed to care about duration. When he’d asked her once about it earlier, she’d replied that she loved fast, frantic fucks, or quickies, just as much as she loved longer lovemaking sessions. Which worked fine for him. He still needed time to build up his endurance because the sex with her just felt so good.

Derek wrapped his arms around her, kissing her, feeling her huge breasts pressed against his bare chest, feeling her whole body, all that hot, sweaty skin pushing against his, hearing her moan in desperate pleasure as he fucked her. He thrust into her over and over again, relishing in the sexual gratification, the raw rapture of it all.

She broke the kiss, stared up at him. “Come in me, Derek,” she whispered harshly. “Come inside of my pussy, I know you want to. Fucking fill me up.”

He groaned and triggered almost immediately, that familiar clenching tension inside of him as his orgasm geared up.

And then it was coming, he was coming. Hard.

The first contraction felt like a supernova bursting within him as his cock jerked violently inside the tight confines of her alien pussy, and a hot, thick spurt of his seed sprayed out of him. More followed immediately, coming out in powerful bursts, filling her up, pumping her full of his seed. She was moaning loudly, her legs wrapped around him, holding him in place as his hips jerked violently back and forth of their own volition, moving in time with his orgasm. Pleasure was running rampant through his body, filling him, briefly transporting him to a universe that was nothing but orgasmic rapture, nothing but sexual perfection.

He didn’t know how long he was like that, coming in her, emptying his cock into her, but eventually the orgasm tapered off and he was deposited back into reality. Derek came back to himself, lying on top of her, gasping for breath, nude and sweaty, trembling slightly from the release he’d experienced.

He felt like he was floating in a sea of post-coital bliss.

“I felt that one,” Anya murmured, slowly rubbing his back.

“Me too,” he groaned weakly in response.

Anya laughed. “Well, duh...did it satisfy you, handsome? Did fucking my brains out in this apartment, in this bed, satisfy you?” she asked.

“Tremendously,” he replied, and he meant it.

Everything, in that moment, felt right. Felt correct. He was at peace. He could leave his old life behind, and go into his new one happily.

Though he wasn’t quite done yet.

That thought made him stir. He sighed softly.

“What is it?” Anya asked.

“We have one more thing to do,” he replied. “Well, technically two things, I guess, but one of them is super easy. And, actually, how about we take a quick shower and get out of here. I’d really rather not be here if and when someone from the complex shows up.”

“Good idea,” Anya said.

He pulled carefully out of her and then stood up, stretching, feeling a few of his joints pop wonderfully, releasing tension. They gathered up their clothes and headed into the bathroom. (One of the things he’d saved was a pair of towels, because he had, in the back of his head, been hoping something like this would happen.)

He started up the shower and they got in.

“What’s the other thing?” she asked.

“We have to see my parents,” he replied.

“Oh. Right. That. Should I...maybe hang out somewhere else while you deal with that. I won’t be offended, I know how hard it can be to deal with...stuff like this.”

“Stuff like this? I’m not telling them where I’m working.”

“No, I figured you’d lie about that. It only makes sense. I mean, you know, having me around. I don’t know what they’d think,” she replied.

“Well, I wouldn’t say they’re racist, but I do think they’re a little uncomfortable with the idea of me...well, I was going to say dating an alien, but we’re not really dating...”

She’d been washing her hair, but now she opened her eyes and looked directly at him. “Do you want to date me?” she asked.

“Well...I mean obviously,” he replied.

“Hmm. Okay. I like you a lot,” she said, appearing to think about it. “There’s a few things you should know. Well, I guess the biggest thing is I don’t do exclusive. Monogamy isn’t really a thing on Desire. We have nothing against it there, but it just really isn’t an environment for someone trying to stay one hundred percent faithful to one other person. So, I mean, you’d have to accept that about me. And, well, I am a prostitute, an escort, technically. Though not as often anymore. I’m making enough money from the royalties of the books I’ve written and porns I’ve directed and starred in that I really don’t have to work if I don’t feel like it. So you’d have to be okay with me fucking other people, guys and girls.”

“I’m...okay with that,” he replied after a moment of considering it, realizing that he actually was okay with it.

He hadn’t exactly expected the conversation to go down like this, hadn’t even meant to bring it up. But it didn’t bother him. Maybe it was because of the nature of their relationship so far, that he knew she was a pleasure guide, an escort, a porn star, living on a station where everyone liked to fuck freely.

“However,” she said, “I’m okay with only dating you. For now. I don’t know how you are about open relationships. I mean, open relationships where there’s serious commitment to more than one person,” she added.

“I...don’t know how I am about that either,” he replied.

“We’ll cross that bridge when and if we come to it. But, as you were saying, I trust that your parents aren’t bigoted, but that doesn’t mean they’d be comfortable with you dating an alien. Especially one that looks like me.”

“Looks like you how? A dysil?”

“No, like an escort,” she replied. “I just look like an escort, right? I mean, have you ever seen me not look like one?”

“Well...no,” he admitted.

“And that’s, well, at least partially intentional. I love being sexy. But I think there’s just something in me, something very natural, some piece of my core personality, that just loves sex, and people pick up on that. It can make some people uncomfortable. Plus, I’m like noticeably older than you are,” she replied.

“You...I just realized, I don’t actually know how old you are.”

“Thirty four,” she replied.

“Wow. You’re...twelve years older than I am. That’s so awesome,” he said.

She grinned. “You like older women, huh?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

“I can totally hook you up with some cougar milfs on Desire.”

“I would fucking love that,” he said, staring at her.

“I’ll make it happen later. Now, do you want me there or not?” she asked, turning off the water. They began drying off.

“Yes, I want you there. And I want to acknowledge you as my girlfriend, so long as you’re okay with it,” he replied.

“Hey, I’m all for it,” she said.

“Perfect. They live in the next town over. We can get something to eat, then catch a shuttle over. It’s about a half hour’s flight.”

They left his apartment, deciding to abandon the towels as well. He felt a little guilty for it, but how much trouble would it be, really? It wasn’t like he was trashing the place. The bed would be...not the best, but how could he say no to Anya? They left the apartment complex and began walking towards the port, which was about a fifteen minute walk away. When they were a fair distance away, he sent a message over to his landlord, saying that he was out of the apartment. He’d already paid out his lease agreement, which had another few months on it, and knew he’d be hit with cleaning and maintenance fees.

But he had money to cover it, so whatever.

Anya took his hand and laced their fingers together as they walked, smiling that satisfied smile of hers. She still had a post-coital glow about her, her tail drifting back and forth mellowly behind her, occasionally she would prod him gently with the tip. Her tail was so fucking sexy. It hit him again, as they walked in the warm sunshine and the cool breeze, that he was actually now dating Anya. She was his girlfriend.

That just seemed unreal.

Everything lately seemed unreal. Impossible. But there was no arguing with reality. As real as he was trying to make it for himself, it all seemed so...insubstantial, as if it might all be ripped away without any warning, or just disappear, like magic. He supposed it was his brain’s way of compensating for the sudden vast change.

“That looks like a good place,” Anya said, pointing to a little hole in the wall taco joint. “And it looks like there’s a dysil eating there, so they must serve dysil-friendly food, too.”

“Oh yeah, I remember hearing about dietary differences. What can’t you eat?”

“Cheese, mainly. A few kinds of meat. Beef is okay though, thank fuck. I love beef. I’d never had anything like it until I came to a human colony. Cherries, too. Can’t have those. Some kinds of alcohol. A few other odds and ends. My just can’t digest it, and some of it is actually poisonous. Like cheese,” she replied.

“Man, that sucks.”

“Yeah, a lot of people tell me cheese is really good. But, oh well.” She shrugged. “You can’t have it all.”

They went into the shop and ordered. As he smelled the tacos, which were being made right back there in an open kitchen behind the counter, he realized just how hungry he was. Ravenous, almost. He ordered six tacos and a soda, and Anya ordered much of the same, sans cheese. Once they had their food, they walked back outside, sat down at an outdoors table beneath an umbrella, and began to eat their meals.

“This is fucking fantastic,” Anya groaned. “Fuck, I was so hungry.” She took another bite, swallowed. “Mmm. So. Your parents. You think they’ll be okay with us dating?” she asked.

“I...don’t know,” he admitted. “Like I said, they’re open minded, but you’re ridiculously sexy, alien, and older than me. I don’t think they’ll actually say anything, they might be awkward about it, but they’ll probably accept you. Either way, I don’t...well, it’s not that I don’t care, but I don’t need their stamp of approval. I love my parents, but they have actually imbued me with a fairly decent sense of independence.”

“Well, that’s good. They sound like good parents.”

“They are. I mean, I think. I don’t have any strong reason to believe otherwise, but I think kids are always biased in one way or another in regard to their parents.”

“Very true.”

They continued eating in companionable silence until their meal was finished, then sat back, relaxing.

“That was fantastic,” Anya said, looking around. “You know, it’s just occurred to me how long it’s been since I’ve been off the station. I haven’t left in at least two years. I guess I haven’t had much reason to.”

“Do you like traveling?” he asked.

“It depends. I like traveling with you, I’ve liked this journey. Come on, we should start walking. As much as I have liked it, I’m also kind of eager to get back. All this has given me a new idea for a book and my others have sold decently enough that our imprint has been tentatively asking me for more,” she said, standing.

“Wow. Cool. How many books have you written?” he asked.

“Four so far. I do maybe one a year. What about you? Do you have any creative endeavors you’ve thought about pursuing?”

“Not really. I’ve written some fan fiction here and there, I messed around with music from time to time, but I’m not really a creative person, I think. I’m a bit more...analytical. I guess that’s why I’m good at all this tech stuff.” He paused, considering a question that had been slowly building ever since their shower together.

“Anya...why do you want to date me?” he asked.

“What?” she replied, looking over at him. “Why would you ask that?”

“Well, I mean, it’s obvious why I want to date you. But I feel like it’s less obvious why you want to date me. Considering you’re older than I am, smarter, more attractive, more confident, more other things too.”

Anya was silent. Then: “When Venus told me what she was doing, hiring you, I wasn’t really sure why she was telling me. Because it was nothing new. She does this at least once a month. But she said there was something special about you, even among the regular hires. I didn’t know what she meant, at first, no offense. Then she asked me to be your personal escort, your pleasure guide, and I agreed, because I’d done it before. And, spending the last week with you, getting to know you, I saw what she meant.

“There is something special about you, but I don’t really know what it is. I mean, there’s obvious stuff to like about you. You’re sweet. You’re considerate. I think you’re probably smarter than I am. I can’t really wrap my head around technology. You’re really cute. You’re obviously so fucking into me, and more than just sexually. Not that I have a problem with that. There’s tons of people I like sexually, but don’t really like to hang out with. Honestly...that’s probably one of the big ones. I’m actually kind of introverted.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell at all,” he replied.

“I know. That’s what’s so interesting. I’ve spent a week with you. Over a week now, actually. And I’m not fucking tired of you. Do you have any idea how rare that is? I usually can’t be around one person for more than a day or two. I get socially exhausted, especially with all the casual sex I have. I’ve got a high sex drive, and that’s really the main thing that pushes me to go out and interact with people. That and money. But I live alone. All my friends are a lot like me, they can only tolerate being around someone for so long, even if they really like them. And it’s like...you don’t wear me down, socially. Almost everyone else does. I think that’s a side effect of whatever is special about you, whatever unique quality you possess.”

“Huh,” he murmured. “That’s...interesting.”

“It is. I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to start dating on the way back. I was a little nervous, cause I didn’t want you to think I was trying to rush anything. Although I’m good about gauging how long to wait for sex, (not very long, with most people), it’s a whole different story with actually being in a relationship. So I’m really glad you asked,” she replied.

“I am too,” he said. “I really like you a lot.”

She smiled, and this one wasn’t coy or playful. It almost looked shy. “I’m a little worried you’ll discover that I’m actually quite boring.”

“Boring?” he replied. “How?”

“I mean, yeah, I like to party every now and then, but most of the time I just cocoon at home and read or watch shows or play video games.”

“That’s not really boring. I mean, that’s what I do,” he replied.

“You’re not gonna be. At least not for awhile. You’re moving onto a space station that’s basically a city-sized, nonstop fuck-fest. You’re going to be running around, trying to fuck every hot lady you see,” she said.

He laughed. “I don’t think I’ll go that crazy,” he replied. “But...well, I’ll be trying to have more sex to be sure. I feel like I’ve won the lottery after being broke for my entire life.”

“Let me know if you need anything. I know a lot of people and have kind of special access to the internal network. I can find you pretty much anything.”

“Nice. I appreciate it.”

“Yep, being friends with the CEO and freaking founder helps a lot.”

“I imagine it would.”

They walked on.

…

The shuttle ride over didn’t take too long, although he was really tempted to try and slip into the bathroom with Anya and fuck. But no, too risky. Even for her. Although she probably would have at least tried if he’d asked her. Once the shuttle landed at the next port, they got out, left the terminal, and took a cab into the colony.

“Wow,” Derek murmured as he stared out of the window.

“What?” Anya replied.

“I recognize a lot of this. This is where I grew up. I didn’t leave until I went to college. It’s so...weird being back here.” He looked over at her. “Where did you grow up?”

“A lame little moon called Kien. Very boring. Couldn’t wait to get out,” she replied.

“I never really wanted to get out of here because...I guess I didn’t think there was anything out here for me,” he murmured.

“What? Really? Nothing?” she replied.

“Well, no. I mean...there was a lot I wanted to do, it was just that I didn’t think I would be able to do it for one reason or another. Not enough smarts, or bravery, or money, or charisma. I thought that this was the life I was locked into. I never thought something like this was an option. I am so glad to be proven wrong.”

“I’d be, this place looks boring.”

“It is.”

The cab took them towards his parent’s place. They had a nice house outside of town, as they’d made a fair amount of money. His father was also a technician and his mother was a software engineer, so obviously they’d been quite happy that he’d chosen to go into the field he’d gone into. Although he wasn’t sure how they’d feel about his first job. Not that they were ever going to know. He was prepared to happily lie to them for a long, long time.

But the closer he got, the more nervous he became. Until finally the cab pulled up in front of the house and he was actually on the verge of saying, you know what, a personal visit isn’t really necessary, how about I just send them a message?

“Derek,” Anya said after swiping her thumb and paying the cab driver. “It’ll be okay. I’m here with you. You’ll be fine.”

“You can tell how freaked out I am?” he replied.

“Yes. I can read people quite well. Trust me, this will go fine.”

Well, that made him feel a little better. He at least managed to get out of the cab. They walked up across the front yard to the door. He hesitated a bit further, then rang the bell. His mother opened the door a moment later.

“Derek!” she said, clearly surprised, not just at seeing him there, but obviously seeing him with Anya. He realized he was still holding her hand.

Well, too late for anything else now.

“Hi mom,” he replied, and let go of Anya’s hand to give her a proper hug. A moment of awkward silence passed before he remembered that he was supposed to introduce Anya. “Mom, this is Anya. She’s my girlfriend.”

“I...oh...well, it’s nice to meet you Anya,” she replied.

“And you, ma’am,” Anya replied.

“Please, come in,” she said, and they followed her into the house and to the living room where they found his father seated on the couch. He muted the TV as they came in. “Derek’s here. This is Anya...his girlfriend,” she said.

“Oh. Uh, interesting. It’s nice to meet you, Anya,” he said, standing up and shaking her hand.

She shook it without hesitation. “And you as well, sir,” she replied. He never thought he’d see Anya so...formal. It wasn’t necessarily that he didn’t think she was capable of it, but it was so counter to how she normally was.

“Sit down, give us some information,” his mother said. “We haven’t heard from you in over two months beyond simple check-ins.”

“Sorry,” he replied as they all took a seat. “Well, I graduated, obviously. And I’ve managed to get a job.”

“That’s wonderful! Where?” his mother asked.

He hesitated, his mind suddenly blank.

“On a planet called Rise,” Anya said, stepping in seamlessly. “We’ve both managed to land jobs there at a resort.”

“That sounds nice. What kind of work are you into, Anya?” his father asked.

“Business management. They’re hiring me on to help run a new hotel they recently built,” she replied smoothly.

“Impressive. How did you two meet?” his mother asked.

“At college about six months ago. We had a class together and decided to become study partners and, well, one thing led to another and we started dating.”

“That’s very...interesting.” His mother looked at him. “You never mentioned her.”

“Well, I was a little...overwhelmed. Um, by the workload. You know, final semester and all that,” he replied, thinking it came off like a lame excuse.

“I see. So when are you leaving?”

“Today, actually. I wrapped up my apartment lease and sold off all my stuff. Going to buy new stuff when I get there,” he replied.

“That sounds expensive,” his father replied.

“We got a starting bonus,” Anya replied.

“Huh. Well, we’re going to miss you, honey. How far away is it?” his mother asked.

“About a week’s travel,” Anya replied.

“Wow, that’s...quite far away.”

“Yeah, but I’m really looking forward to moving somewhere new and starting a new job,” Derek replied. He wasn’t lying about that part at least.

The conversation continued on a little while longer, his parents asking questions and generally saying the things he’d expected them to say. They seemed to be suspicious that something was up, but apparently decided not to ask any questions, and after another twenty minutes or so of catching up, he left while promising to call them as soon as he got there. Finally, he found himself with Anya in the back of another cab.

“Wow,” he said, “you are an amazing liar.”

“I am,” she agreed. “But I usually don’t bother. Also, don’t worry. Most of what I said is almost true. We do actually own a resort on Rise, which just recently put in a new hotel. I looked into a few cover stories once I realized you were going to sign on, just in case you needed to lie to someone. I can pretty easily make it so that if you call them, it will look like you’re calling them from Rise. And if they call you, it’ll look like they’re calling Rise.”

“Wow,” he murmured.

“Yep. Impressed?”

“Yeah. And kind of turned on,” he said.

She grinned. “Well, as soon as we get back to our private shuttle, I’ll make sure to take care of that,” she replied.

Yes, he was definitely going to love his new life.

CHAPTER 02

“Any idea how long it’s going to take?” Derek asked.

He and Anya were sitting across from each other in a booth at a soup and sandwich shop. They’d been on their back to Desire after he’d finished up wrapping all the loose ends in his life, and their private shuttle had developed engine troubles. They’d docked at the nearest port and had spent two hours waiting around while the local techs figure out what the problem was. Eventually, they’d decided to head into the station and get some food.

“Eight hours,” she replied, after reading the message the techs had sent her through the little computer built into her head.

“That’s quite awhile,” he murmured.

“Yeah, a lotta technical crap. The pilots okayed it all, so whatever. So we have to figure out what to do for eight hours,” Anya replied. She ate the rest of her sandwich and then frowned, resting her chin on her fist, staring at the table.

“We could fuck,” he said. Though they’d already fucked once on the shuttle so far, he would be down for more of it.

“We could,” she replied quietly, clearly considering it. Suddenly, she perked up, her eyes seeming to brighten. “I have a better idea,” she said.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“We should go hunting,” she said.

“Hunting?”

“Yes. I used to do this when I traveled more often. Go looking for someone cute to fuck. But not just anyone cute. It has to be someone, a girl in this case, who is...innocent and shy. Yes, we should do it,” she said, standing up.

“That seems a little...predatory,” Derek replied.

“It is,” she admitted. “A little. But don’t worry, we’re not going to force anyone into anything. Believe it or not, I do know how to take no for an answer. No in all its forms. But trust me, a lot of people would love to have some casual, illicit, easy sex with someone like you and me. Believe me, this will be a lot of fun. Come on, let’s go hunting.”

“Okay then.”

He followed her out of the shop and back into the hustle and bustle of the main thoroughfare of the space station. He had to admit, he thought that this had the potential to be interesting. Anya led him out into the crowd, moving slowly, and they parted around the pair of them like a river around a rock. She looked around slowly, and then struck off towards one of the waiting areas. They came to stand at the edge of it.

“See any likely candidates?” he asked, looking out over the crowd of about two dozen people milling about.

“Her,” Anya said, nodding off towards the right.

Derek saw who she was talking about, a dysil woman sitting on a bench by herself, staring out the window. He could see her reflection in the window.

“She’s cute,” Anya murmured. “Alone. Bored. I think she’s got awhile before her flight shows up. Probably single.”

“How can you tell?”

“She’s got that single look to her. Come on, just follow my lead.”

“Okay...”

He followed her across the waiting room, now both nervous and interested to see how this was going to play out. He’d been pretty easy, but that was obvious. All Anya had to do was enter his field of vision and he was interested. They walked up to her and Anya just asked: “Hello, would you mind if we sat here?”

The woman looked up, a little startled, then smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t mind,” she said, scooting over a little.

“Thank you.” They sat down next to her. “My name’s Anya. This is my boyfriend Derek.”

“Oh, you’re together?” she asked, then a small look of horror crossed her face. “Um, uh, my name’s Lorna.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”

“No, it’s fine,” Anya replied with a small wave of her hand. “I know, it’s kind of shocking. You don’t see a lot human-dysil couples. At least not super open ones. So where are you headed?” she asked.

“Jewel,” she replied. “I’m going on vacation actually. First one in about three years and I figured, since I’ve just had a big breakup, why not?”

“I’m sorry, what happened?” Anya asked. Derek was surprised that Lorna was being as open as she was, given that she seemed kind of anxious. But he knew it had something to do with Anya’s demeanor, something in her voice, her posture.

Lorna heaved a sigh. “He was cheating on me. We were engaged. Dated for two years, engaged for one. Came home from work one day two weeks ago, found him fucking my sister.” She let out another sigh, this one of disgust.

“Good lord, I’m sorry,” Anya murmured, and she sounded more genuine this time.

“It’s...it’s whatever. Leaving him has made me realize that I wasn’t really all that happy in the relationship. I was just content. I made me realize I kind of wanted to maybe...” She hesitated, looked over at them. “Is this too personal? We just met,” she murmured.

“It’s fine,” Anya replied. “You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to, but you won’t scare us off,” she said. “We’re very...” she smirked and then laid a hand across the back of Lorna’s hand, “...open.”

Lorna looked down, her eyes widened slightly. “Oh,” she said softly. “I, um, see.” She hesitated as Anya took her hand back slowly, then she looked around and scooted closer, lowering her voice. “It kind of made me realize that I missed, well...you know...”

“Fucking around?” Anya asked.

Lorna bit her lower lip and looked away brief. Her skin was a lighter shade of orange than Anya’s was, and he could tell she was blushing fiercely. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I used to...you know...mess around a lot in college. Then I settled down with my boyfriend.” She sighed, shook her head. “God, this is really personal.”

“It’s okay,” Anya said, placing her hand on Lorna’s again. This time she didn’t move it. “Have you had a chance to...dive back into the pool, since breaking up?”

Lorna looked at Anya, finally seeming to really pick up on what was happening. She looked at Derek, who felt himself flush as well, but he made himself maintain eye contact with her, because...he actually really wanted to have a threesome with her.

“I haven’t,” she said quietly, and she was breathing a bit heavier now.

“Would you like to?” she asked. “As I said, we’re very open.”

“I...oh my...um...”

“No pressure,” Anya said, taking her hand away now. “If the answer’s no, then we’re okay with that,” she said.

“I...appreciate the offer,” Lorna said, and he thought she was going to decline them, and he realized, suddenly, as something in her expression changed, became a bit harder, a bit wilder, that that was because she was going to decline them.

But she had just changed her mind.

“Do you have a hotel room?” she asked quietly, excited now.

“We’ve got one better. A private shuttle. It’s being repaired right now but we can still get onto it. No interruptions, top class, a fantastic, huge bed.”

“Oh, wow,” she whispered, then looked at Derek again. “You’d...both of you are into...well, this? Me?” she asked.

“Trust me,” Derek said, speaking for the first time. “I am so into you. You are exceptionally attractive.”

“Thank you...you’re really cute.” She looked at Anya. “And oh my God, you are just beautiful...and it’s been so long since I’ve been with another girl.” She chewed on her lower lip for a bit longer, looking ridiculously sexy.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said suddenly, getting up.

“Perfect,” Anya said, smiling.

Derek got up as Lorna grabbed her suitcase and followed the two of them as Anya led them back to the shuttle. Holy shit, it had worked. This was really happening. He’d never seen someone successful do something like this before. Anya had just totally picked up a literal stranger and talked her into an interracial threesome.

Goddamn she was impressive.

…

“Whoa, this is so nice,” Lorna said as she looked around the cabin of their private shuttle. It was practically a carbon copy of the one he’d first come to Desire in. “What is it you two do? Or are you rich?” she asked.

“He’s a tech, I’m an escort,” she replied. Lorna looked at her. Anya smiled. “No, this isn’t business. Don’t worry. This is purely pleasure.”

“I...okay,” she murmured. “Sorry to assume...”

“No, it’s fine,” Anya replied. “I get that a lot.” She turned and walked across the cabin to Lorna. She was standing near a wall, and faced Anya, who placed a hand on either side of her head. “Trust me, Lorna,” she said, then leaned in and kissed her.

Lorna let out a startled sound, then a soft moan and tentatively wrapped Anya in a hug. When Anya deepened the kiss, she hugged her more closer, more confidently. Derek had already gotten his shoes off and had just taken his shirt off, but stopped as he began staring at the two beautiful dysil women kissing. After a little bit, Anya stepped back, then began helping Lorna out of her clothes. He studied this brand new women they’d picked up for some hot, casual sex. She was a few inches shorter than either him or Anya, and skinnier than Anya. She had nice perky b-cup breasts and trim, athletic thighs.

Her tail swayed slowly back and forth, twitching occasionally. She had very black hair, short, let down, framing her beautiful, thin face.

She saw him staring at her and shifted slightly, chewing on her lip again. “So...well...this is me,” she said. “What do you think? I admit I’m really nervous about being naked in front of someone again. I haven’t had sex in like...four months. Now I know why at least. But I haven’t been naked in front of anyone else for years.”

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” Derek said.

“Yeah, trust me, you’re gonna do absolutely fine, Lorna. You are sexy,” Anya murmured. She moved behind her and reached around, groping her breasts while she began to kiss the side of her neck slowly and sensually.

Lorna let out a gasp of pleasure. “Oh my...it’s been a really long time since I’ve been with a woman, and I’ve only ever been in a threesome once, when I was a teenager, and...oh wow, I’ve never been with a human before.”

“It’s a lot of fun, trust me,” Anya said and began playing with her nipples.

“Oh wow,” Lorna moaned, breathing heavily now.

Derek quickly finished undressing and joined Anya. He came up to Lorna and settled his hands on her firm, smooth hips, then leaned in and kissed her. She responded immediately, kissing him back and slipping her tongue into his mouth.

Wow, she really must like him.

He could feel his erection now, throbbing in anticipation. He slid his hands around and got them in between the two women, groping Lorna’s fit ass.

“Let’s move this to the bed,” Anya said quietly after a moment.

Both of them agreed with her and all three of them moved over to the huge bed. Soon the three of them were laying together. Lorna laid a little away from them, looking the over almost cautiously. “You okay?” Derek asked.

“Yes, I mean...I’m kind of anxious,” she replied.

“We can stop if you want to,” Anya said.

“I don’t want to,” she replied, and smiled at them, seemed to relax a little. “But I appreciate that. No, I’m okay. I really, really want to do this. You’re both so...nice. And hot. And I want to fuck both of you. It’s just, like I said earlier, it’s been a long time.”

“Take your time,” Derek replied.

She smiled, and stared at both of them. Derek was laying on his side, facing her, and Anya was laying against him, he could feel her huge breasts pressing against his back. Then Lorna came closer, and got up against Derek, and started kissing him again. He felt a surge of lust hit him as their lips met once more. While they made out, Anya maneuvered over the two of them and ended up on the other side of Lorna.

Soon they were passing her back and forth, each taking turns kissing the beautiful, recently single dysil, and then moved down, taking her nipples into their mouths. Lorna moaned as they began sucking on her beautiful breasts.

“Oh my...oh this is...oh wow...” she gasped.

They continued pleasuring her until Anya began kissing her way down her body and then settled down in between her trim thighs and began to orally pleasure.

“Oh yes! Oh fuck, I missed oral!” Lorna cried. “Oh...Derek...you want me to suck you off?”

“I’d love that,” he replied.

“Get on top of me, fuck my mouth,” she replied.

“Gladly.” He quickly got into position and slipped his steel hard cock into her mouth, his whole body pulsing with lust and energy. She took it easily, almost eagerly, already sucking as he started sliding back and forth with his hips, pleasuring himself in her hot, wet mouth. A hot buzz of sexual excitement sparked through him as he slid his cock in and out of her, feeling her lips going to work, her tongue flicking over the head.

He kept going until he brought himself to the edge of orgasm, then pulled out. Not long after that, Lorna cried out in sudden ecstasy as Anya made her orgasm. “Oh yes! Oh fuck! OH ANYA!” she shrieked wildly, her hips bucking as a hot spray of sex juices escaped her pussy, spraying the bed and her firm inner thighs. She was panting and crying out incoherently in intense pleasure, jerking and twitching.

“Wow, nice job, babe,” Derek said.

“Thanks. I know how to use this tongue,” she replied.

“Yes...you do...” Lorna moaned, gasping for breath. “Oh, Derek...” she whispered, reaching out for him. “Make love to me now. I want to have sex with you so badly.”

“Gladly,” he replied, quickly getting in between her spread open legs.

He settled down and got into position, then felt her reach down and grip his cock, guiding it into her. “Oh fucking yes...” she groaned, practically growling, as he slid into her. “Oh my fucking...this is the first dick I’ve had in so long, and the first one I’ve had that wasn’t my crappy fiance’s in even longer! Oh yes!” she screamed as he started fucking her, sliding smoothly in and out of her perfect, hot, wet alien vagina.

“Holy fuck, you are tight Lorna,” he groaned.

“Like I said, no sex, lots of exercise,” she replied, then cried out again and wrapped her legs around him. “Yes! Please! More!”

She squeezed him with her powerful thighs, pulling him deeper into her, crying out in intense pleasure as they made love. “Keep going! I’m going-fuck-yes!” she screamed and then she was orgasming a second time.

Derek kept fucking her orgasming pussy, managing to hold onto his own climax, wanting to last longer. He pounded her for a bit longer, then motioned for Anya. “Come here, babe,” he said. “Let’s get you in on this.”

“Awesome,” she replied.

After her orgasm, he pushed Lorna’s legs up and had her hold them, then had Anya get on top of her, keeping her legs in place with her own, the end result of this being that both women’s vaginas were close together, Anya’s on top of Lorna’s. He pulled out of Lorna and slipped into Anya, causing her to moan loudly.

“Oh fuck yes, honey,” she groaned as he gripped her broad hips and started fucking her hard from behind.

He spent the next stretch of time switch back and forth between the two women as they both passionately made out with each other. After a good ten minutes, Derek began coming inside of Lorna. He’d meant to come in Anya, but the idea of orgasming inside of this new women, this beautiful alien, with no protection, overwhelmed him and he cried out, beginning to spill his seed into her pussy, filling her up, pumping her full of it.

He felt his hips jerking in response, pleasure pulsing through his body, filling him, going and going and going until there was nothing left.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Lorna,” he said tiredly as he pulled out of her. “I didn’t mean to come inside of you. I just...it felt too good...”

“It’s okay,” Lorna said. “I was hoping for it. The last several times I’d had sex, my fiance insisted on pulling out, going all over my tits or my face. I mean, it’s hot I guess, I just...I love the feeling of a man having an orgasm inside of me. It’s so...intimate.”

“It is,” he agreed.

“It’s very hot,” Anya said. “I love it when he comes in me.”

“So do I,” Derek murmured.

“Now what?” Lorna asked after a little bit.

“Would you like to come back to our space station with us? We can bring you there on our shuttle, I can pull some strings, get you set up for a three-day stay in a hotel. You can fuck to your heart’s content, then I can hook you up with a ride back to this station.”

“Seriously? You’d do that for me?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a good feeling about you.”

“Well...thank you. I’d love to. This place sounds amazing.”

“Good, and we can fuck on the way there,” Anya said.

Lorna grinned. “Yes, there is that.”

…

“So is it what you were hoping for?” Anya asked.

Derek looked around his brand new apartment on Desire slowly, taking it all in. Although Anya, and Venus through Anya, had offered him a wide range of quite large apartments, he’d actually taken a small studio apartment that was essentially just one big room, a closet, and a bathroom. (He’d at least gone ahead and opted to have a large bathroom, for obvious reasons.) He’d been checking out apartments and furniture on the way back from his home planet, (in between having fun with Anya on their private shuttle), but had wanted to wait until he’d gotten there to make a decision. Because he needed to actually be in the apartment first.

When he’d stepped inside of this studio apartment, this place of soft blue walls and comfortable black carpeting, complete with a balcony, as he was on the third floor, with its huge bathroom done up in shiny, new, clean white tiling with a large square bathtub that doubled as a hot tub, he’d known that this was where he wanted to live from now on. Especially considering that there was a taco place, a burger joint, and two brothels, one that catered to those with cyvit fetishes and another to those interested in entry-level BDSM, within walking distance.

So he’d gotten set on moving in.

Using a hi-tech tablet Anya provided, he had selected furniture he wanted and where it should go in the apartment. The customization had struck him as a little insane. He’d been able to select the exact positioning the furniture would be placed in (it was going to be delivered), the color, size, material used. Honestly, it was a little much for him. He’d even been able to have his fridge stocked and choose silverware, plates, cups, bowls…

It had taken him two hours to make all the selections.

Once he’d shipped the information off, he and Anya had gone to hang out for a good eight hours while everything was gathered and delivered. She’d shown him a few more places in the area that he might want to eventually hang out in. There were a fair amount of BDSM places, as there were a lot of different varieties to that particular form of sex, and places that catered to those who desired a specific race. He was definitely going to visit those. He’d only really just begun delving into his lust for alien women, and there were some he hadn’t even slept with yet. They’d gone out to eat, then she’d taken him to a straight-up old school arcade, pointing out that Desire wasn’t just about sex. There was a lot to do here beyond that.

Though every building came with a minimum of six little bedrooms in the back in case anyone felt like slipping off and fucking.

Which he and Anya had actually ended up doing after a few hours of arcade games. Fucking like that, almost on a whim, in a room he’d literally never been in before, had a surreal quality to it, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

But it had been a lot of fun at least.

“Yes,” he said. “This is perfect. Everything looks so...crisp and clean. And new.”

“It’s all brand new. We’ve got 3D printers, big ones, on the station. All those things you selected? They were custom made,” Anya replied.

“Holy shit,” he muttered. “That’s incredible.”

“Yep. Now dear,” he said, stepping up to him and kissing him on the lips, “I’m afraid I must leave you for now. I have to get back home to my apartment and just turn the fuck off for the rest of the night. Although I’ve loved spending all this time with you, spending all this time in public and traveling has just worn me out.”

“Okay Anya,” he replied, giving her a hug. “Thank you for everything. Seriously.”

She grinned, hugging him back tightly. “You’re welcome. Also, you should be expecting a visitor very soon. A special visitor. A surprise.”

“What? Who?” he asked, letting go from her.

“Don’t worry, it’s a good surprise. And you already know her, and you’ll be thrilled to see her. And she’s going to make you feel really good.”

“Oh...well, okay then. Although I guess I should shower first. I’ve been going for a long time now,” he murmured.

“Wait to shower until she shows up,” Anya replied.

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Well, thanks again for everything,” he said.

They embraced and kissed once more, and then Anya was gone, and he was alone in his new apartment. He knelt and grabbed the duffel-bag he’d been carrying. Everything he had walked out of his old life with had fit into it. There wasn’t a lot he’d felt like bringing. Mainly his tablet and a few changes of clothes that he’d really liked.

Derek frowned as he crossed the room, set the bag down on the bed, unzipped it and looked in. Clothes. He’d forgotten clothes. He’d have to order them up. Plus there was his work attire. What was he expected to wear to work? Probably a jumpsuit with lots of pockets. That’d make sense. But had he seen anyone wearing work clothes? He’d seen so many people here that he wasn’t even sure. Well, it was something to figure out.

He wasn’t even sure when his first day on the job was.

Jeez, this was all happening so fast. Derek took a moment to really look around the apartment, to see his digital plan implemented in reality. The studio apartment was like a reversed L. At the far end of it, directly across from the front door, was the bedroom. Such as it was. Really, it was just a large bed, a king size stuck in the center of the space available. He’d forgone a dresser, instead opting to have drawers built into the frame itself, since, even buying new clothes, he’d never have enough to warrant a dresser.

He wasn’t a dresser person.

To the right of the door, occupying most of the ‘living room’ space was a nice, brand new couch of deep black that matched the carpet. It was a basic C shape, facing the large, flat-screen ultra-HD TV, hung on the wall, and sported a coffee table positioned perfectly within the perimeter the couch created. It was made of crystal and dark, polished wood. He’d checked out the TV before buying it, (he’d spent most of his bonus furnishing this apartment, even at a discount, and most of it had been on this TV), and it could stream practically anything he wanted, including video games. Then, to the left of the front door, was the kitchen.

It was easily the best kitchen he’d ever had.

Everything in it was done up in polished black and silver. Moving into it, he immediately spotted a fridge, which he pulled open and found stocked with everything he had asked for, all of it fresh and expertly organized. There was a double-sink, an oven with a flat stovetop, a microwave, coffeemaker, and all the cabinets were filled with the kitchenware he’d paid for. This still felt unreal. Derek moved back out into the main area.

The final portion of his apartment, a sort of no-man’s-space of open wall and flooring between the foot of the bed and the back of the couch, was now home to a large desk of dark metal. Set on its surface were two steel cases: basic technician’s kits that he’d ordered. One had tools, the other had spare parts.

He supposed that they would provide him with his own tools and parts for work, but this wasn’t for work. Derek fully intended to continue learning. He wanted to figure out how to take apart, repair, understand, and put back together a variety of items. He thought that he would be spending a fair amount of time at this desk.

There was a light chime at the front door.

He felt his heart flutter in response, a kind of nervous excitement beginning to well in his stomach. It was someone he knew, Anya had said. Who? He hadn’t met that many women during his week-long stay at Desire.

Derek crossed the apartment and opened the door.

“Juliet!” he said in surprise.

She smiled an easy, open smile at him, looking absolutely fantastic in her a thin white tanktop and tight gray leggings.

“Hello, Derek. Can I come in?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, stepping out of the way. He closed the door once she was in. “Anya told me I was going to have a surprise visitor.”

“Yep. It’s me,” Juliet replied, hugging him against her considerable breasts. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Or panties.

Juliet was the very first representative of Desire that he had met in person. She had been there onboard the private shuttle they’d send to pick him up and deliver him to the station for the first time, over a week ago.

She had basically been a complimentary escort.

And oh wow was she so good at her job. But beyond that, he genuinely really liked her. From the little time they spent together, he’d gotten along with her really well. He hadn’t seen her since she’d passed him off to Anya once the shuttle had arrived. Staring at her now as she stood there in the middle of his brand new apartment, looking around it, he thought she was actually more attractive than he remembered her.

And he remembered her being seriously attractive.

She was a tall, pale, blue-eyed, redheaded sex goddess. Like Anya, she was incredibly curvy, but also beautifully fit. Though she had a bit more padding than Anya did, which was pretty nice. Her voluptuous figure was showcased very well by the formfitting clothing she was wearing. Her shoulder length red hair was down, framing her beautiful, flawless, pale face, her lips red and full, her blue eyes almost glowing.

“I like your place,” she said. “I imagined you designed it all.”

“Well, sort of. I choose stuff, told them where to put it.”

“Well, I like it. It’s cozy, and a bit minimalist, which appeals to me. I’ve got a similar apartment,” she said. “So, as to why I am here. Venus got ahold of me, told me that she was looking for someone to come and kind of welcome you to the station, and that Anya would more than likely need some alone time, so it couldn’t be her. And given our previous interactions, she thought that I would be perfect for the job. And I said yes, cause I wanted to see you again, and be your friend, if you’re interested. And, of course, by ‘welcome to the station’ and ‘be your friend’, I mean fuck you. But not just fucking, I’d love to hang out, too.”

“That all sounds fantastic,” he replied.

“Good! Well then, in that case, would you like to get to the welcoming?” she asked.

“I’d love to, but I really need a shower first. I’ve been running around all day long and haven’t had a chance to wash up,” he replied.

“Okay, perfect. We can fool around in the shower,” she said, grinning her sultry grin at him. She took his hand and allowed him to lead her into the bathroom.

Already, he could feel his erection swelling, straining against his pants. This was still a bit much for him, but in a good way. They came into the bathroom.

“Whoa, nice bathroom!” she said, looking around. “Huge shower, huge hot tub. Very nice.”

“Thanks. That’s kind of one of the things I knew I’d really need. I normally don’t need a lot of space to live and work in, but...”

“But you’re going to be having a lot of filthy sex in this apartment, so why not spring for a huge bathroom? Yeah, I get you,” she replied, peeling off her shirt and freeing her huge, pale breasts. He found himself staring intently at them. They were a little bit bigger than Anya’s, very pale, topped with perfect pink nipples, and sprinkled with a light dusting of freckles across the top. They were probably the best breasts he’d ever seen.

Well, okay, Elise, the Amazonian he’d fucked, had the best breasts he’d ever seen. Having sex with a seven foot woman was just...mind-blowing.

He wondered if she was still around.

All his thoughts derailed as, bending over slightly, Juliet pulled down the skintight leggings she’d been wearing, revealing her thick, pale ass. He was actually going to have sex with her. Again. Even having done it with her around half a dozen times (all on the trip in to Desire the first time), he still found it hard to believe that she would be interested or willing to have sex with him. But this was really happening.

Juliet turned on his shower and slipped in.

“Come on in,” she said, the shower already beginning to fill with steam. “Water’s fine.”

Eager not only to be in the shower with a supremely hot, wet, naked woman, but also to get clean, Derek quickly stripped naked and got in with her. He hadn’t actually looked inside the shower yet, his shower, and was very impressed. It seemed somehow bigger on the inside, and there were three showerheads, shiny and polished and made of new chrome, shooting a spray of crystal clear, almost too hot but not quite water.

They’d even stocked the place with shampoo, soaps, washrags, razor and shaving cream, (he’d have to get an electric razor, he never clean-shaved anymore), and a few other things he probably wouldn’t have use for.

“You have a very nice shower,” she said as she stood beneath one of the showerheads, tilting her head back and wetting her luxurious red hair. It darkened as it grew heavy with water. “Here,” she said, passing him a bar of soap. “Wash me, and then I’ll wash you.”

“Okay,” he replied softly, accepting it, wetting it, lathering it up. He ran it and his hands over her back as she turned it to him. “You have really beautiful, clear skin,” he said.

“Thank you...mmm, that feels so nice. I love being touched,” she replied. “I’ve always been very touchy-feely. Even if I’m just with friends hanging out, I like being pressed up against someone or hugging someone or giving or receiving shoulder rubs. Being touched like this, skin on skin in the shower, it’s particularly wonderful.”

“It is,” he replied.

He set aside the bar of soap and continued moving his soapy hands all over her body, first lowering them to move slowly across her huge ass. She stood there, letting him explore her. After a moment, he brought his hands around and up, stepping up against her as he cupped her breasts, groping and massaging them.

“Your tits are so fucking huge and awesome,” he murmured as he kissed her neck, unable to think of a better way to put it.

“I’m very glad you think so,” she replied. “My nipples are very sensitive, you know.”

“Oh, are they?”

“Yes.”

He let go of her breasts, then began rubbing his fingertips slowly across her perfect pink nipples, causing her to gasp in pleasure. “That’s it...” she whispered. He continued playing with her nipples and kissing her smooth, pale neck, until he decided he wanted to pleasure her further, and slid one hand down, lower, across her stomach, getting it in between her thick, well-padded thighs. She began breathing faster, heavier, as he slipped a fingertip in between the smooth lips of her pussy, found her clit, and began gently massage it.

“Oh fuck yes,” she whispered. “That is absolutely the fucking spot.”

She cried out as he pressed a little harder. Continuing to play with her nipple and kiss her neck, he began rubbing her clit more vigorously, intent on making her come. He loved making women come, loved the feeling of it, the sheer pleasure they experienced. He rubbed her clit until she let out a shout of pure bliss and release and began to come, spraying her inner thighs with feminine sex juices. He wrapped his other arm around her stomach and held her, so that she wouldn’t fall over, and she writhed and twisted against him.

When Juliet came down from her orgasm, she let out her breath in a harsh exhale, then slowly disengaged herself from him and turned around. “That was wonderful,” she said, smiling blissfully at him. “You are good at that. Now it’s your turn,” she said. She got down onto her knees and stared up at him. “Now, I’m going to be your slut for the night.”

“I’d really like that,” he murmured.

“So would I,” she replied, and gripped his cock and stuck her tongue out. She looked almost smug in her expectation of his own pleasure, and she struck him as the kind of woman who got off on the fact that she controlled her lover’s pleasure. There were probably a lot of women like that hanging around Desire.

Which was pretty great.

He groaned as he felt pleasure spark up along the length of his cock when her tongue made contact, its hot, wet surface dragging slowly, deliberately, across the head of his dick. It was a truly wondrous feeling. She let out a small, satisfied laugh and kept licking, covering basically the whole head in her saliva, sending more jolts of bliss and gratification into him. Then she took it smoothly into her mouth and began to bob her head.

Juliet was amazing at sucking dick.

The pleasure was immediate and intense, radiating out slowly from his core as she massaged his balls with her right hand, her grasp hot and intimate and soft. He groaned louder, putting his hand on the back of her head, staring intently down at her as she worked to get him off, moving her head back and forth a bit more rapidly, pulling her lips over the head repeatedly, increasing the pleasure, stimulating him even more.

Right before he triggered, before he started to orgasm, she took it out of her mouth and began jacking him off rapidly, somehow able to sense that. He cried out, letting go of her head and instead reaching out to the nearby walls to stable himself as he started to come. Juliet had her mouth open, his cock pointed towards it as she kept jacking him off, and he watched as the first thick spray of his seed went into her mouth, some of it getting onto her lips. She stared up at him with her intense blue eyes and holy shit did it look amazing.

There wasn’t really an adequate word to describe just how sexy it looked to have a pale, redheaded sex deity on her knees in front of you, nude and wet, jacking you off skillfully, letting you come into her mouth. She kept it very steady, despite how hard his cock was kicking and how much he was twitching, and managed to get most of his seed into her mouth as he cried out in pure rapturous bliss.

It was hard to stay upright.

Slowly, his orgasm petered off, and he came down from the high of the climax. He saw that some of his seed had gotten onto her lips and her chin. She grinned as she licked her lips, then put his dick into her mouth and, her lips pressed together, sucked as she brought it slowly out. He groaned as she got the rest of his seed out of his cock in the best way possible, an aftershock of sexual gratification shivering through him.

“Holy fuck, thank you,” he whispered, breathing heavily.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, getting up.

The two of them then took a moment to really clean themselves up and off, soaping up and washing off quickly. Once they were thoroughly cleaned, they dried off and moved back out to the rest of the apartment, naked and clean and mellow. Orgasming really calmed him down. They got into bed together and curled up beneath the blankets against each other.

“Happy so far with your complimentary whore?” she asked.

“Heh, yeah. Very,” he replied. “I was curious though...”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you call yourself that?”

“Oh, it’s just something I get off on a little bit. Being a naughty, filthy whorish little slut. But I can see where the confusion comes in. Words like whore and slut are insults normally. But not on Desire. And, I mean, there are some people who still don’t want to be called that, and that’s fine. But there’s a lot who like the words, especially the submissives. There are a lot of submissives on the station. And I’m a bit submissive myself, if you’ll recall.”

“Yeah, I remember,” he replied, laying a hand across one big breast and groping gently.

“Do you want to have sex now?”

“Yes,” he replied.

She grinned. “Why don’t you make me?” she asked.

He felt a bolt of dark excitement shoot through him. He hadn’t really had a chance to further explore this side of himself. During their first encounter, Juliet, quite unexpectedly, asked him to hit her, and he’d done it, and it had felt...disturbingly good. It was something he intended to investigate further at some point.

Apparently that point was now.

“Spread your fucking legs, whore,” he replied, shoving her and getting onto her back.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispered. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“You fucking better be,” he said as he forced her legs open, getting in between her thick thighs, already hard again. “You’ve been a very bad girl and I need to punish you,” he said, gripping his cock, fitting it into her tight, extremely wet pussy.

“No, wait-” she began, and he shoved it into her.

She cried out and pushed against him. “No, please, not that!” she moaned.

He slapped her hard across the face, harder than he meant to, the sound really loud in his new apartment. But even louder than that was her moan. Okay, so, she really enjoyed getting hit hard. Well, he could get behind that.

Derek wondered how she felt about choking.

“You’re going to be a good girl and take my fucking dick like the stupid whore you are,” he growled at her, wrapping one hand around her throat.

She gasped. “No, please!” she begged.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, and gripped her tighter as he began thrusting into her more wildly. Oh wow, his headboard was the kind that wasn’t entirely stationary and banged up against the wall during frantic sex.

Somehow, it made the whole encounter even hotter.

Juliet was so incredibly hot and wet inside, her tight vagina seeming to grip his cock as he fucked her furiously.

Neither of them lasted very long. She let out a long moan about half a minute into the choking and then she was coming. He could feel her pussy clenching and releasing, massaging his cock as another wet spray of feminine sex juices escaped her. And then he was coming, pumping her pussy full of his seed as the second orgasm hit him like a hammer, pleasure burning through him, filling him, pulsing in waves.

They both writhed and moaned until they had finished and were left gasping and sweaty, tangled up around each other.

“I think we need another shower,” she murmured, then yawned.

“Yeah...but I’m too tired now,” he said, realizing how true it was as he said it. “You okay to sleep here tonight?”

“Yeah, definitely,” she replied.

“Okay. Goodnight, Juliet.”

“Goodnight, Derek.”

Curling up against her, he was asleep within minutes.

…

He had sex with Juliet twice more in the night, then once again in the morning. They got up, showered, and he made them a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. They’d talked for a bit, and then he’d realized that he had two messages. One was from Venus, another was from a woman identifying herself as Naomi, and his boss. Venus informed him of some basics, like the fact that his rent and utilities would be taken out of his paycheck, which was already fairly generous. She also told him that he had access to all of the station’s services, gave him a list of emergency contacts, and told him to visit sometime.

Naomi told him that his training, and technically his first day of work, began tomorrow. She gave him a link to the local store’s online page for their jumpsuits, (he’d been right about that), told him to order five in whatever color he wanted after giving the store his measurements, and told him where to be and when to get there.

She also said she really looked forward to working with him.

What did that mean?

After breakfast, he’d talked with Juliet about where best to buy clothes, and she insisted he come with her to a place she frequented. They’d taken a walk and when they got there, he’d discovered that the easiest way to get his measurements was to have them just figure it out in the store. He’d gotten that done, then they’d let him select a new wardrobe. He’d bought mostly t-shirts with some cool designs, jeans and cargo pants, a new set of sneakers, and some socks and boxers, then had them all sent to his apartment.

After that, he’d sent over his measurements to the other store, ordering himself five simple gray jumpsuits. Then he and Juliet had eaten lunch, and they’d parted ways. He’d called up Anya after that, and she said she’d be happy to hang out at his place for awhile, she was feeling better. So that was what the rest of his day looked like. He’d hung out with his new girlfriend at his new apartment, eating, playing games and watching stuff together, until they’d showered, made love, and gone to sleep for the night.

And now he was going to work.

He’d gotten up early, since his shift began at nine AM, and had showered, shaved, (he’d decided it would be a good idea to be clean-shaven for his first day at least), and dressed in his jumpsuit. Anya had complimented him, given him a kiss, wished him luck, and then they’d parted ways for the day. He was using his Link to help him navigate the station. He had to admit that he was nervous, for totally different reasons than usual.

He’d had a handful of jobs through his short adult life, but none of them had been as serious as this. It would be the first time he’d actually apply his degree, his technical knowledge. What if he came up against something he just didn’t know how to do? What if he did something wrong? Broke something?

No. Derek made himself relax as he closed in on his workspace.

He was just in training right now, and he’d probably be working under a reasonable individual. And he was fairly smart. Well, sort of. It was hard to tell. He understood technology, at least. If he applied himself, he should be fine.

Derek came to stand before a small square building set in between two others. It had a sign that read simple: Desire Technical Department. It was set in between a bar and a brothel catering to live sex shows.

Huh. What an interesting setup.

He made his way inside. The place was fairly simple, just a small, basic reception area, and a beautiful woman behind the desk.

“Hello,” she said. “You must be Derek.”

“Yes,” he replied. “Derek Parker.”

“Excellent. Naomi is waiting for you. Go through the door there, all the way to the end of the hall, last door on the left,” she said.

“Thank you.”

He did as instructed, moving into the back area of the Technical Department. He passed a few other people who smiled and nodded to him, and he did the same back. The place felt...nice. Pleasant. There was a good atmosphere here. When he found the back room, he saw it was a work area, lots of tables scattered with tools and parts and partially disassembled devices of all types. There was just a single xenian woman back there.

She looked up at him. “Derek,” she said.

“Naomi,” he replied. “Or...Missus...uh...”

“Naomi is fine,” she replied, offering her hand.

He shook it, studying her. She was very beautiful. She looked about average for a xenian: milky white skin, petite, glowing white eyes. Xenians were very technologically obsessed, to the point where it was standard procedure that their bodies were implanted with studs and nodes of technology from a young age. He could see a pair of silvery nodes sticking slightly out of her right bicep, and another poking up near her neckline. She had dark black hair pulled into a simple bun. Also, he couldn’t quite be sure of what it was, but he could tell that she was older than him. There was just an air of calm maturity about her.

Also, it seemed that she’d forgone the standard jumpsuit, instead wearing a t-shirt and basic pants.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said.

“And you, Derek,” she replied. “We’ll be working for about eight hours today, with a one hour lunch break halfway in between. I’ll basically be trying to feel out your strengths and weaknesses as you accompany me on a list of assignments. We’ll see where you can handle it and where you might need some help. We’ll be doing this for about a month, and at the end of the month, I’ll give you an assessment.”

“Okay, that sounds good,” he said.

“Excellent. Here.” She turned and handed him a slim metal case. “This will be your toolkit. It has a basic array of tools and parts stored in there. Now, starting tomorrow, you’re either going to have to start carrying a tablet around, or sync your Link with our internal servers. Honestly, the Link is easier,” she said. “Now, it’s time to get started on our first job. Once you start doing this yourself, you’ll basically just get a list posted to your Link at the beginning of the day and get to it. But for now, you’re under my supervision.”

“What’s first?” he asked, following her out of the room, already deciding that he was going to sync his Link, the small computer built into his head that almost all humans had at this point, as it would be a lot easier.

“We have to repair an air conditioning unit at a strip club.”

…

Derek’s first day on the job went a lot better than he’d hoped.

Previously, whenever he started a new job, he was extremely anxious. So much could go wrong, or so it seemed from his perspective, and he always ended up worrying a lot more than he needed to. But it was hard to turn that off. Desire was different though. It was much more laid back, the atmosphere very casual yet professional. And he found himself adapting to it with a surprising ease, sliding right into the role.

That first air conditioning unit had been easy, just a few wires needed replacing. Naomi had basically just had him figure out what the problem was and fix it, since that was his job. From there, it had been a string of jobs over the next few hours. A system that controlled the lightning at a bar. A broken door in a brothel. Little stuff like that, nothing he couldn’t handle. And in between these jobs, he got to know Naomi.

She had grown up on a fundamentalist xenian-exclusive colony with xenophobic parents. From these ‘humble’ origins, Naomi had explained, she’d ironically gotten her love of all the other species in the galaxy, because her parents and community basically forbid her from learning about them. So of course he had gone online and started to do all sorts of research. She’d left the colony as soon as she was legally able, getting into a technical collage several systems over in a mixed colony of mostly xenians, humans, and dysil, and had immediately begun living her life how she wanted to. And that was how the past thirty years had gone.

When lunch came, they decided to eat at a sandwich shop.

“So how did you end up here?” Derek asked over lunch.

“Desire? I was invited, like everyone else. But I was an early adopter. Or early adopted, I guess you could say. I’d gone to college with one of the women chosen as the first wave of employees by Venus, and when the second wave came around, she recommended me. Venus decided I was worthy. I took the job and never looked back. I’ve lived here for ten years,” she replied.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” he asked.

“Not yet. I still haven’t seen the whole place. And they’re always adding in new stuff. I haven’t even left the station in two years. Did you know that they’re putting in an entirely new section for the sole purpose of having realistic rainfall?”

“No, I hadn’t heard. That’s amazing.”

“Yep. I think Venus wants to bring the possibility to the entire station, but that will take a lot of renovations. As it is right now, there’s actually a holographic program built into the windows. You can set it to look like it’s raining. It looks very realistic. What about you, Derek? How did you get pulled into all this?” she asked. “You seem a little...”

“What?” he asked.

“Shy, I guess.”

“Oh, yeah. I am. It’s a weird story,” he replied, and over the rest of the meal, and during some of the walk to their next job, outlined exactly how he had gotten the invite to Desire, and how that had turned into it becoming his job.

“Interesting,” she said, when he’d finished.

“Yeah, I thought so, too.”

And then the day proceeded onward. He was glad that Naomi was his boss. Despite the fact that she was in her late forties, she was very relatable. Pretty much everyone he’d met on Desire was relatable, regardless of age or race. He supposed it was because they all had kind of just shed the more bullshit parts of the social contract. People were just more open here, more casual, and more laid back, easy to get along with.

They worked until six o’clock, and then pulled a little overtime, because when she’d asked if he wouldn’t mind doing a few more jobs, he’d said no problem. So by the time they’d gotten back to the central office, dropped off the stuff, and were stepping out into the street, it was almost seven in the evening.

Overhead, the holographic sky was beginning to take on a twilight look, the sun just starting to head for the false horizon.

“So,” Naomi said, “you want to come to my place and have sex?”

He stopped looking at the sky, startled, and looked at her instead. The whole day, he’d been thinking, off and on, of how attractive she was. Especially because she was so much older than he was, though she didn’t really look it. He’d actually been starting to think about working up the courage to ask her exactly that.

“If the answer’s no, that’s fine,” she said, just as casually.

“I’d love to,” he replied.

She smiled. “Good! Cause you really turn me on.” She stuck out her small, pale hand. “Come on, I’ll take you to my apartment. It’s not too far from here.”

He took her hand and she laced their fingers together.

Her skin was hot and soft.

Derek let her lead him off to her place.

…

Naomi’s apartment turned out to be a disorganized one bedroom place of tools, clothes, parts, wrappers, and empty energy drink cans.

“Wow,” he said, coming in.

“Oh yeah, it’s messy. Sorry about that,” she replied.

“It’s fine, it’s just...you don’t really live like...I guess my idea of an adult. I mean, not that I’m trying to insult you or anything.”

“It’s okay, I know I still live like I’m in college. You know, in a way, it’s really liberating,” she said, closing the door behind him. “I used to have this idea when I was a teenager that when I grew up, during some vague, undefined period of time, I’d slowly turn into my parents. Everything rigidly ordered, doing nothing for fun anymore, obsessed with my job, hating other species. But that never happened. At some point, I realized, there is nothing saying you have to ‘grow up’. You can live pretty much however the fuck you want to live so long as you can pay the bills and function. And I’m paying the bills and functioning.”

“That’s so awesome,” he murmured.

“It is. Now come on, we need a shower,” he said, beckoning him to follow her.

He did, through the living room, down a hallway, hooking a left into a bathroom of soft blue tiling. It was less messy. Not that he really cared all that much. Especially when Naomi took off her shirt, then shed her bra and released her pale breasts. She was fairly well-endowed for a xenian. Turning around, she pulled off her many-pocketed pants and tossed them and her panties aside, presenting her nicely added ass.

Naomi turned on the shower and slipped in. “Coming?” she asked.

“Yep,” he replied, quickly shedding his clothing, getting out of his work clothes as quickly as he could manage.

Once he was naked, he got into the shower with her and as he closed the sliding glass door, became enveloped in a small, warm, wet world where it was just the two of them. He looked at her as she stood beneath one of the showerheads. Hair black hair was darker now, wet and down, and he could see more of her implants along her skin. She was maybe just a few inches over five feet, trim, though with some nice padding around her thighs, hips, and ass. Her pussy was a smooth pale pink slit between her thighs.

This felt a little crazy, he realized as he stared at her wet, naked body. This was a woman who was his boss, over twenty years older than him, and who he had just met today, and now he was naked in her shower with her, preparing to have sex with her. He wondered if he was ever going to get over how weird that felt.

Maybe not. Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing, because it was actually really exciting, and was probably going to make this that much hotter.

“Come here,” she said, opening her eyes and stepping a little closer to him, reaching for him. “Give me a hug.”

He stepped up to her and she wrapped him in a hug, pressing her hot, wet, naked body to his, resting her head against his chest. They stood there like that together for a little while, just hugging, embracing, then she let go of him, found a bar of soap and a washrag, lathered the rag up, and began to wash him silently.

Derek let her, as she seemed to be okay with taking control of the encounter. She would probably know what she was doing better than he would.

When she finished washing him, he took over the rag, applied more soap, and began to wash her, slowly, sensually. She stood with her back to him and ran his hands over her tight, fit body. He could feel the heat coming off of her.

“Are you comfortable?” she asked.

“Yeah, just a little nervous,” he replied.

“Don’t be. I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that.”

He couldn’t help but laughed. “I’m not. But I understand the sentiment. This is all just a little...much for me. Not that I don’t appreciate it. I’m still getting used to going from ‘just met’ to ‘let’s get naked and totally fuck’. You know?”

Now she laughed. “Yeah, I know. Even though I was extremely into it, it still took me a few months of casual sex and hookups to kind of break through that awkward ice. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine,” she replied. “Now, how about we go to my bed and make love?”

“That sounds great,” he replied.

They finished washing up, turned off the water, and dried off. Nude and horny, the two of them hurried back out into the hall, then into her bedroom. He saw that she had a pretty big bed, given her small stature, and figured she probably slept with a lot of people taller than her. They crawled into bed together, beneath a large blanket, and she pressed herself up against him in the cool dimness of her bedroom.

“Don’t be nervous,” she said softly as he stared into her glowing white eyes. And then she kissed him, pressing her hot, wet lips against his own. He laid a hand across her chest, gently massaging one of her C-cup sized breasts, feeling a surge of lust shoot through him, his cock already a bar of metal between them.

She reached down, gripped it, began to massage it.

“I promise it will feel very good,” she murmured.

“I believe you,” he replied.

They continued kissing, and he gently pushed her onto her back, then slipped a finger down in between the taut lips of her alien vagina, finding her clit and beginning to massage it. She moaned loudly, breaking their kiss.

“Oh, yes...” she groaned. “That’s so good.”

He continued rubbing her clit, making small circles with his fingertip, pressing down harder and going a bit faster as the seconds went by. She cried out and moaned and writhed against his touch, panting in desperate pleasure.

“Mmmmm...fuck yes!” she yelled, her whole body suddenly jerking as she started to orgasm. He could feel a hot wet spray against his fingers. Her orgasm was quick but powerful, and when she was finished, she snapped her eyes open. “I’ll suck your dick if you want,” she said, breathing heavily now, “but can we fuck now?”

“Yes, I really want to fuck you,” he replied.

“Good. On your back. I want to be on top,” she said, and he got on his back. She quickly mounted it, gripping his cock with her sure grasp and then guiding him into her. They both moaned as she accepted his length into her ridiculously tight pussy.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped as she took it into her, going up and down until all of his hard inches were buried completely within her.

“You like that?” she murmured, grinning down at him as she began to ride him.

“Oh my God, yes,” he groaned in reply. “I...fuck, you are so fucking tight, Naomi.”

“Xenian women make for good fuck partners for most men, cause we’re so short and petite,” she replied, her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing on his cock more vigorously. She fucked herself with his dick, pleasuring herself on it, and sending burning hot bliss into his own body, making him twitch and tremble in response.

It was so fucking hard not to come right now.

He went for as long as he could, then gripped her hips, pulled her down tightly over his cock, causing her to cry out. “Can we switch?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she replied.

Being so short, she was easy to maneuver. Derek pulled her down against him, hugging her to him, and got up, then flipped over, so that she was on her back now. She spread her legs for him and he gripped them, then brought them up, and she held them up and open wide for him. Resting on his hands and knees now, staring down at her tight, pale body, he started fucking her again. He thought that this was going to afford him some more time, more endurance, but it was the opposite. It actually felt even better this way.

“Oh fuck...I’m sorry...I’m going to come, Naomi...” he moaned.

“Don’t be sorry,” she replied, then cried out as he thrust deep into her. “Come in me, I don’t mind. Come in my pussy, Derek.”

He groaned loudly, unable to hold it back, and then he was coming.

He was orgasming into his boss’s vagina, pumping her alien pussy full of his seed as it sprayed out of him in thick spurts, each contraction of his cock sending a fresh wave of pure red-hot bliss careening throughout his body.

“Oh, Naomi!” he moaned as he came into her, and she wrapped her legs around him, holding him close to her.

When he had finished coming, and he had emptied himself, and filled her up, he carefully pulled out of her and collapsed onto his side.

“Oh wow,” he whispered. “That was a big fucking orgasm.”

“It sure was, could you get me some toilet paper?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, making himself get off. He hurried off to the bathroom, sweaty and naked and breathing hard, got some toilet paper and came back, then passed it to her. She began to wipe at herself, cleaning up the mess.

“Damn, that was a lot,” she murmured. “I don’t mind though.”

He got back in bed with her and after she’d cleaned herself up, she laid against him. “Don’t think this is going to change our working relationship,” she said.

“I don’t,” he replied. “And if the rest is like today, I’m very happy with our working relationship,” he added.

“Good. You’re a hard worker, pretty smart.”

“So are you, and a good boss.”

“Damn straight I am,” she replied. “You wanna spend the night?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Good. We’ll get some Chinese takeout and stay in, and I’ll fuck you some more,” she replied, slowly rubbing his chest.

“That sounds amazing,” he replied.

CHAPTER 03

“You know, you haven’t actually had a proper celebration,” Anya said.

They were laying together in her bed, listening to the quiet sound of rain. After Naomi had told him about the rain function, he’d started using it a lot in his apartment, and when Anya had come over to visit, she’d realized that she’d actually forgotten that was a thing, and now she was using it a lot at her place too.

There was something tremendously soothing about rain.

“I don’t know about that,” he replied. “I feel like I celebrate every day after work.”

It had been five days since his first day on the job and things had been going as smoothly as he’d hoped they would. He’d slept with Naomi several more times, though he’d had to actually decline her a few times because Anya had finished recuperating at her apartment after two days and was ready to see him again.

So they’d been spending time together, dating, getting to know each other better.

“I suppose that’s true, but it’s officially the weekend! And you haven’t done much beyond fucking me and fucking your boss.”

“I fucked Juliet again,” he replied. “And we got a pizza afterward.”

“Standard fare,” she said. “We should go out and do something.” She paused. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything.”

He laughed. “No, you’ve got a point. I have actually been meaning to go out and explore a little. And, come on, do I really need prodding to go out and visit a brothel?”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

“I’m a little surprised you want to go out at all though,” he said, rolling over and looking at her, grinning just a little. They’d made love over an hour ago and had really just been lying around, talking with each other and relaxing. He’d also admittedly been dozing a little bit. As thrilling as all this was, this new life and new environment, between his back-to-back nine hour work days that involved trekking all over the station, and the sex he’d been having, (it seemed unthinkable to him, but he’d had sex, more than once, every single day for the last week...no, the last two weeks), he was fairly exhausted.

Anya shrugged. “Sometimes I want to go out, sometimes I don’t.” She grinned and shoved him lightly beneath the blankets. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“I suppose not,” he replied. “Okay, let’s shower and go get something to eat. Then...I actually kind of want to go to an arcade again.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” Anya said, sitting up, the blanket falling away from her considerable orange breasts. “I want to actually beat Zone Ninety Seven this time. We were so fucking close earlier.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he replied. “Kind of dropped the ball on that one.”

“It’s fine. We’ll get it this time around. Plus...I was kind of distracting you.”

“You were, actually, with that fucking tail of yours,” he replied.

She grinned and felt her tail shift beneath the blanket. It slid over and brushed against his thigh, then moved over it and touched his dick, sending a small shudder through him. “God, it’s still so weird that you can do that.”

“I guess it would be to a tailless,” she replied. “You like it?”

“I love it. It’s hot as hell.”

“Good. Come on.”

She finished pulling the blankets back all the way and they both stood up. Derek took a moment to stretch and pop several of his joints, relieving the tension there. Today had been pretty busy. Naomi seemed to be piling on more responsibility, and giving him somewhat more difficult jobs. A good three hours were spent running down a problem in one of the big doors in a loading bay that was stuck shut. Naomi had actually helped on that one. Really, the whole process was just running down the list of things it wasn’t.

In the end, it turned out to be a short deep in the system, buried halfway between the door itself and the power junction it was connected to, and a broken gear. If it had just been one of those, it probably wouldn’t have taken so long, but because it was both it had taken ages. But they’d gotten it done, and now that door ran smoothly, and Derek had felt pretty good after fixing it. There was a powerful satisfaction in fixing something with just your tools and your hands. He didn’t know why that was true, only that it was.

Derek followed her into the bathroom.

Anya’s apartment was like his own, though larger. She had a two bedroom apartment, all of the rooms neat, spare, and clean. The main bedroom was largely taken up by a bed, and the other one was an office. Her bathroom was mostly gleaming white tile, half of it dominated by a sunken hot tub, the rest of it mostly taken up by a toilet, sink, and shower stall. It made sex in the shower a bit of a challenge, but one that he was up to.

Anya turned on the water and the pair of them slipped in.

He looked at her as she stood under the waterfall, wetting her hair, standing there, naked and wet and impossibly alluring. They’d been actively dating now for almost a week, and pretty much had been dating for the week before that. He was still having a hard time adjusting to it. He’d never been entirely sure where he stood on how he viewed himself and his own dating potential. The two girlfriends he’d had had been decently attractive, and the relationships seemed to go well, and yet...being with Anya had kind of changed that.

It wasn’t until he’d started having sex with her, starting being around her, starting just hanging out with her, that he had realized how...lackluster those two previous relationships were. He didn’t mean any ill will towards those two women. They had been good girlfriends, in their own ways, and he didn’t regret the relationship. And yet, by comparison, they seemed so...passionless. Maybe that was unfair, but it was how it felt.

Anya was different. She was somehow more...real. More authentic. Not to say that the other two had been fake, but it made him wonderful if he was somehow realer now, and had been less so during those past two relationships.

“What are you looking at?” Anya asked.

“You,” he replied. “I’m still adjusting to this relationship.”

“Why?”

“Obvious reasons,” he said. “Nothing new, really.”

“Because I’m an alien? An escort? Older?”

“Yeah. And also insanely attractive. I mean, attractive is easy nowadays. Everyone’s attractive. I mean, well, I guess that’s not true. But with genetic engineering in the womb and easy cosmetic surgery and the ability to take pills that keep the weight off, it’s so much easier. I guess we had to start using new metrics to figure out what’s desirable, what’s attractive. You’d think that would make aliens more attractive to humans.”

“You’d think so,” Anya replied.

“There’s a lot about you that seems incompatible with me, and in such a way as to suggest that you are on a higher level than me. That you dating me is a step down for you. Now, you’ve explained why you’re interested in me, and I accept that. I’m still just having trouble making the adjustment,” he explained.

“Here’s something that I think will help with that adjustment,” she said, taking a bar of soap and beginning to wash him. “What you have to offer in a relationship is important. I don’t understand these people who think that if you ‘truly love’ someone, then them simply existing is enough to keep the relationship going perpetually. And that asking them to do anything or change anything apparently translates to ‘oh, so you only are dating me for ‘insert reason here’, you know? And that’s just stupid. I mean, that is a problem. There are are people who just use people. But expecting your partner or even your friend to bring something to the table of the relationship, something valuable, is not an unreasonable request.

“And obviously this goes both ways. Relationships are give and take. I think your problem is that you’re probably still hung up on what society considers more conventional things to be offered: looks, money, sex, power. Honestly though, I’ve found that someone who has one of those in abundance usually tips the relationship in their favor, and unbalances it, and the person they’re with tends to feel...well, like you feel, like that other person is basically dating them out of pity, and they’re afraid that that other person will realize it at any time, that they could get someone better, and easily, so they do whatever their partner asks.

“Which obviously isn’t a healthy way to have a relationship. I think what you need to consider is what you do have to offer me. I think a lot of it is that, one some basic level, we just click. We’re compatible. You don’t stress me out socially. I can truly, honestly relax around you. I can’t say that for almost anyone. That’s an intangible thing you offer me, something that is extremely valuable. But more than that, you’re kind, you’re considerate, you’re funny when you want to be, you’re hardworking. You’re pretty cute. I like you for these reasons. I don’t feel like I’m dating you out of pity. I want this relationship to be equal...does that all make sense?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied after a long moment of silence. It was probably the longest, most serious thing he had ever heard her say in their short time together.

She smiled. “Good.”

They took a few minutes to thoroughly wash off, then killed the water, grabbed towels, and dried each other off. It took longer, but it was a relaxing and surprisingly intimate thing to do, and he always took great joy in it.

When they were dry, the two of them moved back out to the bedroom and dressed. He’d already taken to bringing a few changes of clothes over here for just such a reason. He’d been a little concerned that it might be seen as moving forward a little fast, taking over a dresser drawer was one of those unspoken new levels of commitment in the relationship, (albeit a small one), but Anya was a very practical woman and hadn’t minded at all. As such, he pulled on fresh boxers and socks, a black t-shirt, and some jeans.

Another thing he was happy with Desire about: you could basically dress how you wanted, and no one would think much of it.

As they left her apartment and headed out into the cool night of Desire, (he was still so impressed with the ability to make it look like they were on an actual planet, up to and including a cool breeze), he took Anya’s hand.

“So, tell me something about yourself,” he said.

This was something they’d gotten into the habit of doing ever since they’d started dating. Every now and then, a few times a day, one of them would say this to the other. And the other would have to come up with a fact about themselves.

It was how they were getting to know each other.

“My favorite color is green,” she said. “Like, neon green. Bright and buzzing green. I don’t know why. When I first moved here, I actually had my first apartment painted that color. Ugh. It didn’t work at all. I didn’t think it would look ugly, but wow did it ever. Ended up settling on white and light blues. Your turn.”

“Hmm...” He considered it for a little bit as they walked on. He didn’t think of himself as a particularly interesting person. “The longest I’ve ever stayed awake in a single stretch is fifty two hours,” he replied.

“Good lord, why?” she asked.

“It wasn’t intentional. Final year of college. I was working on a project and I just become obsessed with it. First day I didn’t think much of it, thought I’d get to sleep at a reasonable hour like any other night. Laid down, couldn’t sleep. Got back up after two hours, figuring I’d just wear myself out. Worked on the project for an hour, didn’t feel any more tired. Another hour, still not tired enough to sleep. Eventually, morning came, and I had classes, so I just went, exhausted and miserable. Same thing happened the next night. I tried going to classes again but I was so far gone, I ended up just skipping out after the first class, came out, crashed out for like fifteen hours. It was a fucking nightmare, but I just kept thinking about that project.”

“That sucks.”

“Yep. But it’s just a memory now.”

Derek took in the night atmosphere of Desire as they walked on, honing in on a local block of restaurants. They were moving down what could really be called a thoroughfare, not a road. Desire didn’t really have roads. They did have trams, though. The thoroughfares reminded him of the space station port he’d walked through to get to the private shuttle that had first taken him here. Though there were a lot more naked people around.

In one gaze, Derek took in:

A pair of cyvit women, one with black fur, the other with blue, naked and making out, leaning up against the front of a bar.

A glass-fronted brothel where four bedrooms, side-by-side, each showed a different scene of sex. One had a human couple going at it, two more had threesomes between an assortment of cyvits, dysil, and xenians, and the final room had a big-breasted brunette human woman tied to a table getting choked as she got the fuck pounded out of her.

A short, petite redhead human with a deep tan sporting a red bandanna around one bicep was in the process of being abducted by a pair of men, a dysil and a cyvit, and taken into an alleyway. He made a note to do that at some point in the near future. Anyone wearing a red bandanna tied around their arm was basically silently announcing that they were seriously into getting kidnapped and forced to fuck.

He’d done it once before, during his first week, and it had been amazing.

Although he still felt kinda...weird about it. But he’d actually made good friends with the woman he’d done it with after.

“Where should we eat today?” Anya asked.

He realized they’d arrived at the nearest collection of restaurants. “Well, considering we’re going to go out fucking at some point tonight, probably something not too heavy,” he replied, considering it. “Sandwiches are always a good bet.”

“Yes,” she replied. “I hate fucking on a full stomach.”

They walked up to an open-air sandwich shop and put in their orders, then took a seat at one of the rounded tables meant for two on the patio. Their food came quickly. For a few moments, they simply sat there and ate. Derek found himself looking at Anya as they did. She was wearing a simple thin tanktop with a built-in bra that did nothing to hide her nipples, her brunette hair pulled into a long ponytail. It occurred to him that she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she actually hadn’t been for several days now. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed.

Probably because she was so good at applying it that it looked very natural, or that she was so naturally beautiful that it was easy to mistake that she was wearing makeup. Probably that second one more than anything.

“What are you looking at now?” she asked, smirking at him.

He chuckled awkwardly, not realizing he’d been staring for so long. “It’s just that it’s been a little while since I’ve been in a relationship, and I’ve never been in a relationship this, uh...well, I’m not sure what word to use to describe it. I’ve never been in a relationship like this before.”

“Open? Inter-species? Age gap?”

“Yes.”

“I know. You’ll manage.”

“I figured I would, I’m just kind of overwhelmed. In a good way.” He finished his sandwich. “I’m kind of full of energy now,” he said, getting up. “How about we hit up the arcade and then go fuck someone’s brains out?”

“Sounds perfect to me,” she replied.

They got up and left.

…

The arcade was great.

It was a place of life and energy, huge, a proliferation of rooms and hallways where every place seemed to be flickering or pulsing. They had rooms for racing games, rooms for shooting games, they had two rooms dedicated to realistic simulations of skydiving. There were tons of different arcade games, and, of course, sex games. But they avoided those for now. The sex would come later. He and Anya moved into one of the rooms dedicated to the shooter games. It was strange, Derek thought, looking at the gaming apparatus as they approached, that arcades used to require so much more, hundreds of years ago.

Now, they were just goggles and a chair, and a bit of space, and many hidden sensors.

He and Anya found an open spot. She kissed him, then passed him one of the pairs of goggles. The lenses were black, opaque, perfectly rounded and smooth, almost like cut diamonds shaded to the color of perfect midnight.

He sat down, slipped them on, and fired them up.

And then he was somewhere else, in another world. Zone Ninety Seven was a horror shooter, lots of alien monsters with big teeth and huge claws and red eyes. Dark rooms and broken things. It had twenty levels to it, and you could save your progress via your biometric readings. They had made it to the last level, the end boss actually, and he’d fucked it up last time, getting them both killed. And because they’d agreed to play it on a high difficulty, the only saves were at the beginning of each level, so they had to restart.

But they were in sync with each other, and blew through the final level and the last boss in just twenty minutes. When that was done, they took on another shooter, this one more action oriented, and spent a solid two hours going through it, pausing once to grab some nachos and beer, (well, Anya had some dysil booze, he stuck with soda since alcohol wasn’t really his thing), and then, upon beating the game, decided it was time.

“You horny?” Anya asked.

“Very,” he replied.

She’d been winding him up all night, and he hadn’t even realized it until the past ten minutes. She’d been giving him lingering kisses, brushing against his legs, his arms, his crotch with her tail, giving him long hugs, pressing her huge tits against him, all sorts of stuff, and subtler stuff too, probably, that he hadn’t even fully realized.

“Good,” she said. “Then let’s get you to a brothel. Do you want me to join in? Or watch? Or do you wanna be by yourself?” she asked.

“First I want you to watch, then I want you to join in,” he replied.

“Awesome. Where do you want to go? What fetish would you like to indulge?”

He’d been thinking about that all night, actually, and already had an answer ready to go. “I want to fuck a seriously hot, big-breasted, broad-hipped, pink-furred cyvit,” he replied.

“Nice. Clearly you’ve been thinking about this, and that’s a nice choice. I love fucking cyvit girls with big tits. Their fur is always so warm and soft.”

“There’s a cyvit brothel right across from my place,” he said.

“I know that place. It’s a good brothel. I mean...they all are, but I think you’ll like it.”

“Awesome, let’s go.”

They began quickly making their way back through the station, taking in the night life, which wasn’t all that different from the day life, honestly. Though it was largely lost to him, as he was becoming more and more distracted with each passing second. He and Anya hurried through thoroughfares until they arrived back by his apartment. Soon, they were standing before the brothel. It was called Furry Love.

He’d seen it several times since coming to live here, and often he’d entertained the idea of going to it, as it was just across the street. He could see it from his window. But something had always held him back, nothing bad, and maybe this was why. Maybe now was the right time. Derek looked at Anya, she looked radiant and alive and beautiful, thrilled at what was to come. He and Anya headed in through the front door.

The main lobby was a very comfortable place, lots of thick carpeting and soft color tones and luxurious chairs and loveseats. Presently, there was no one waiting, and one woman behind the counter. She smiled at them as they came in.

“Hello, and welcome to Furry Love,” she said, her voice like silk. “How is it we can help you today?”

Derek opened his mouth to speak, but wasn’t sure where to begin. He always felt very awkward when engaging in any kind of escort-related activity.

Anya stepped in seamlessly. “We would like a woman cyvit,” she replied. “For at least one hour, possibly for more, to be decided at the end of the first hour.”

“Very good,” the woman, a yellow-furred cyvit, trim and neat in a simple black dress, smiled at them. “Here you go. You can make your selection here.” She passed them a tablet.

“Thank you,” Anya replied, and she took the tablet, and his hand, and led him across the room to one of the loveseats.

They sat down together. “Okay, let’s see here...” she murmured, firing it up and sitting so that he could see the screen as well. “Okay babe, here’s all the options. You basically just fill in the blanks for what you want and they’ll see how close they can get.”

They went through the options. Some he didn’t really care about, and he felt kind of awkward and guilty when he had Anya select at least triple-d breast size. It wasn’t like he judged anyone based on that, and he enjoyed pretty much all breast sizes, but...well, this was a brothel and he was paying for sex, so why not?

Wait, was he paying for this? He remembered hearing that he had access to all of the station’s services. Did that mean for free? Or a discount? He’d never actually looked into this. Well, he supposed he was about to find out.

And besides, who didn’t love huge tits?

He put in all the information he could think of, but honestly he wasn’t going to be too picky. After they’d filled out the selection, the tablet went blank for a few seconds, then a picture appeared of a ridiculously sexy pink-furred cyvit woman posing in black lingerie.

“Holy shit,” Derek murmured

“Wow, she is hot,” Anya said. “Well?”

“She’s perfect,” he replied. “I mean just...wow. Fuck, she looks amazing.”

“All right then. Kate it is. That’s a sexy name,” she murmured, getting up.

“It is,” he agreed.

They moved back to the front desk and handed the receptionist back the tablet. “Ooh,” she said. “Kate is very nice. Very top tier. Okay, please swipe your thumb,” she said.

He did so on the presented pad and she looked his information over. “Oh! You’re an employee. That means you get a seventy five percent discount here. Well aren’t you lucky? Okay...Kate is currently available. And you’ve got her for the next hour, starting as soon as you walk into her room. She’s on the second floor, room sixteen. She’ll know that you’re on the way up. Have fun.”

“We fully intend to,” Anya said, taking his hand and leading him away.

They began walking through the quiet halls of the brothel. He looked at the doors as they passed them and wondered specifically what went on behind each. What kind of crazy sex was being had by who.

He would be behind such a door very soon.

Having crazy sex.

Derek could already feel his erection beginning to swell, straining against his pants, his blood pounding through his body. He and Anya moved down the hall, found some stairs, and walked up them. “Excited?” she asked.

“Extremely,” he replied.

“So am I. It’s actually been awhile since I’ve got searching for an escort like this. Well, a girl escort, anyway. Longer still since I’ve been in any kind of relationship and gone escort hunting with my boyfriend.”

They came to the second floor and found the door they were looking for. Derek stood before it, still feeling very nervous and excited and anxious. He’d had sex with escorts before. Almost everyone had. The only difference between that and this was that they’d been his own species and he’d paid them to come to his place and make love. And that had been wonderful, but he’d always wondered what it would be like to go to a brothel.

And now, here he was.

Preparing to do exactly that.

Anya hit the buzzer. There was a pause, then the door opened up.

He heard Kate speak for the first time. “Come in.”

She had a voice as alluring as that picture he’d seen of her. Through the door, he could see some of the room: a hot tub to the left, the end of a large bed to the right, deeper in. The pair of them stepped inside and Anya closed the door behind them. He took the whole room in at a quick glance: bathroom area off to the right, through an open door, though a hot tub and a shower cubicle were both in the room, only the toilet and the sink hidden inside the smaller other room. There were a few chairs, a couch, a stripper’s pole in one corner, but dominating it all, to the right, was a huge bed. Most of the room was done up in velvety red.

Kate laid on the bed, wearing a bright, clean white robe.

“Well, aren’t you cute?” she asked, looking at Derek. She looked at Anya. “And wow, aren’t you sexy?...wait, you look familiar,” she said, sitting up now.

“I’ve lived on the station for quite awhile,” Anya replied.

“Hmm...” She frowned in concentration, staring at Anya, then her eyes widened. “No way...you’re the one who wrote Star Love.”

Anya smiled and Derek was amazed to see that she actually looked slightly uncomfortable. He imagined that if she could, she’d be blushing. Or maybe she was, and he just couldn’t tell. “I am,” she replied.

“Oh my God, I’ve been looking for you...wow, I’m sorry, this is really unprofessional,” Kate said, suddenly looking awkward.

“It’s fine,” Derek said. “I’ve got an employee discount and a fair amount of time.”

“Oh, okay then,” she said. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. I just...I really liked your book. Your books, actually. I found Star Love two years ago and it was just so fantastic, and I bought everything you’d written, and your picture was in the back. I’d always thought to look for you, but then I thought that might be a little weird...am I being weird right now? Fuck, this is so strange. I’m not normally like this with clients.”

“It’s fine,” Anya said. “I’m actually really flattered, I haven’t had many people actually recognize me. I was pretty done up in that author photo.”

“You’re even prettier in person.”

“Thank you,” Anya murmured.

“Holy shit, I’ve never seen you like this,” Derek said.

“Oh, shut up,” she replied, rolling her eyes but still clearly feeling shy.

“It’s cute.”

“Oh my God, Derek.”

“Are you two together? You seem like a couple.”

“We are,” Anya replied. “We started dating very recently.” She made a visible effort to control herself, and perhaps to steer the conversation back away from her. “We’re actually out celebrating for him tonight. He just landed a job here. Technician. And tonight is the first real break he’s gotten since starting last week.”

“Oh...I see. And you chose me?”

“He did. He’s got a thing for pink-furred cyvits.”

“Is that so?” Kate asked, and now she fixed him with a gaze that spoke deeply of lust and desire and sexual certainty.

“Uh...yeah,” he replied. Now it was his turn to be awkward and nervous.

Kate favored him with a sultry smile. She got up onto her knees and pulled open her robe, revealing her amazing, nude body to him.

Wow, she did have fucking huge tits.

She had some amazing padding to her broad hips and thick thighs, and there was a softness to her, not just because of her fur, but really because of her curves that seemed to accentuate her entire body. Her fur was the most beautiful shade of bright pink, even more pretty now that he was seeing her in person.

“Well?” she asked as she shrugged out of the robe and tossed it aside, onto the floor. “What do you think? Is this what you were hoping for?”

“Holy fuck yes,” he replied, feeling lust begin to fill his head, slowly pushing against or otherwise extinguishing all his other thoughts.

Derek kicked off his shoes and began to take off his pants.

“I guess that’s our cue,” Anya murmured. “How would you like to handle this, dear?”

“Can I fuck her first? With you watching? Then we can do a threesome?”

“Of course. This is your night out,” she replied.

“You are an amazing girlfriend,” he said, now down to his boxers.

Anya just smiled. “I know,” she replied.

Derek returned his attention to Kate, who was waiting for him. This was really happening. He was going to fuck this amazingly hot prostitute with his girlfriend watching...then he was going to fuck this prostitute with his girlfriend.

He quickly finished shucking the last of his clothing and crawled onto the huge, red bed with her, mirroring her, on his knees in front of Kate. She smiled at him, their faces very close together now, and she seemed to be waiting for him. He remembered, suddenly, that one of the things he’d ticked off on the tablet was ‘submissive’, although when asked about the importance of that he’d put ‘not very’, without really paying much attention.

So Derek kissed her, touching his lips to hers, and she responded immediately, pressing hers to his, and he tasted her, felt her wet warmth and heard her moan softly as they made contact. While they began to kiss, he took her huge breasts in his hands, gently groping and squeezing them. Seriously, they were amazing breasts. Bigger than Anya’s or Juliet’s, though still not as big as Elise’s, the redheaded Amazonian he’d fucked during that first week.

But now he was with this beautiful cyvit woman named Kate and he was going to utterly and totally immerse himself in this experience.

He wrapped her in a hug and they kept kissing, and she laid back down, almost falling to the bed and pulling him down on top of her, in between her spread open legs, and oh wow, Anya was right, her fur…

All this pink fur was so soft and warm and it felt just amazing against his bare skin. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and felt that roughness there. He could also feel her tail coming up between his legs and brushing against the back of his thighs. God, what was it about women with tails? Anya liked to tease him with hers a lot, too. Kate tasted sweet and dark, like something rich and foreign and exotic.

She twined her tongue with his. She was not the first cyvit he’d ever slept with, having been with one other during his initial stay here, but cyvits were still new enough to him that this almost felt like a first time experience in terms of alien lovers. She moaned softly as their tongues twined, their bodies rubbing together, her huge breasts pressing against his bare chest, her thighs gently rubbing against his own as she wrapped her legs loosely around him. Derek kept making out with her, groping her wonderful body, her huge, thick ass, until he could stand it no longer, his lust and desire overwhelming him, and he needed something more.

“Suck me,” he said. “Now.”

“Yes sir,” she murmured in reply, smiling demurely up at him.

He got off of her, assuming her place in the middle of the bed as she moved. Derek laid on his back and watched her curvy, luxurious body as she shifted gracefully down in between his legs, lying on her stomach, her eyes aflame with submissive desire now. She took his cock firmly in her soft grasp, wrapping her fingers carefully around the shaft, and then stuck her tongue out. Derek groaned as she licked the head of his dick, initially worried that the roughness of it would create an uncomfortable friction.

He was wrong. It was not at all uncomfortable.

“Oh, fuck yes...” he whispered.

She continued licking his cock, not breaking eye contact with him as she did, and he could feel his whole body flushing in response, blood pumping, breath coming faster. He twitched in response to her licks as she dragged her pink tongue across the head of his dick. Then she took his dick fully into her mouth and closed her eyes as she began to slowly bob her head, her full, hot lips moving up and down the rigid length of his cock, as though in deep concentration. He brought his knees up, spreading his legs, and placed both hands on the back of her head, pulling it down further, forcing her to deep throat him.

Kate didn’t give out any form of complaint, instead complying immediately. He gasped as, the head of his cock now resting practically inside of her throat, she swallowed, making all the wet muscles there clench and shift around the extra sensitive skin.

“Oh, Kate...” he moaned.

She did it a few more times, then he let go, let her resume bobbing her head. She took this all in stride, truly skilled in the art of sucking dick.

Kate made him come inside of two minutes.

He let himself go, gave himself to her, to the pleasure, because he wanted to come in her mouth, wanted to make her swallowed his load, every last drop of it. He grunted powerfully as his dick jerked inside of her perfect cyvit mouth, releasing the first part of his load into her in a thick, powerful spray of his seed.

“Fuck!” he cried, laying back now, coming, the orgasm engulfing him and his senses. He cried out, his dick kicking violently over and over, each time releasing a fresh spurt of his seed. And Kate kept sucking.

She sucked everything he had out, never stopping once.

The pleasure washed through him, lapped through his entire being in waves of pink energy, renewing with a fresh, powerful surge of sexual gratification and tremendous bliss with each new pulse of his cock.

Kate sucked him dry.

She sucked even when there was nothing left and his dick was dry-kicking inside of her, then, when it had finished, she carefully pulled it out from between her pressed together lips, still sucking, getting every last drop out.

“There,” she said, after swallowing, “I trust that was a fully satisfactory blowjob?”

“Yes,” he replied, getting his breath back, laying there with his eyes closed, sweating now. “Yes, it really was, Kate.”

“Good. I’ll be right back.”

She got up and he opened his eyes. He hadn’t gotten a proper look at her ass yet and he just had to. He watched her go into the bathroom, staring at that thick, fat, pink-furred ass of hers, and oh God, it was glorious.

Before this night was over, he was going to have to have anal sex with her.

There was no way around it.

He heard a cap being unscrewed, gargling, spitting, then water running and more gargling and spitting, then she was back.

“You didn’t specify how you feel about that, so I err on the side of caution, since this is what most guys want me to do after I suck them dry,” she said as she climbed back into bed with him and laid against him.

“That’s fine, I’m grateful,” he replied. “For everything really, that was a fucking amazing blowjob,” he added.

“Thank you. It’s a little harder to get human guys off with my mouth. I’ve never been able to figure out why. Dysil guys are the easiest. But I’ve heard it’s different for dysil girls.”

“It is,” Anya said. “Human guys are super easy for me to get off. He’s lucky. Xenian men are tough, for some reason. Go figure.” She shrugged.

“Ah the mysteries of the galaxy,” Kate said. She rubbed his chest affectionately. “Would you like some pussy now?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied. He hadn’t actually gone fully soft after the orgasm, powerful though it was. He was fucking horny tonight. “I’d love that.”

“Then fuck away. How do you want me?” she asked.

“On your back. Spread your fucking legs,” he replied, feeling that strange feeling he’d been experiencing lately with more submissive women. He hadn’t even planned to say that last part, but Kate responded positively and immediately.

“Yes sir,” she replied, a little breathlessly.

And then she was on her back again with those fantastic legs of hers spread open, and he was in between her beautifully thick, well-padded thighs, getting his cock, which was already stiffening back up to full size, pressing up against her hot, wet opening. Fuck, he could feel the heat of her pussy before he was even inside of her.

Derek realized that he was about to bareback a curvy, insanely sexy cyvit hooker.

He pushed into her and felt an explosion of pleasure as her bare pussy rubbed against his bare cock, and they both moaned loudly in sexual unification.

“Yes, Derek...” she moaned, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

He groaned as he started sliding in and out of her, beginning to go faster, his breathing coming more rapidly. He could feel her moving against him in sync with his own movements, pressing up with her big, powerful hips each time he pushed down, deeper into her. Part of him felt guilty, because he knew this was not going to be a long session, because it just felt too good. Already he was having to stop, to keep from blowing off.

“No,” Kate murmured, and she skillfully kept making him fuck her through dexterous use of her legs and thighs. “Don’t stop. Don’t hold back. Orgasm inside of me. I want it,” she said. “I want to make you come.”

“Uhng...Kate!” he cried out as his began to come a second time. She moaned loudly, holding him with both her arms and her legs now, holding him close to her soft, furry body as he orgasmed into her, pumping her alien pussy full of his seed. The pleasure washed through him in waves as he emptied his cock inside of her.

When he was finished, he took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then carefully pulled out of her. “Whoa,” he murmured, feeling a little dizzy.

“Both of you shower up,” Anya said, standing up. “I want oral sex.”

“Yes ma’am,” Kate replied.

She got up and headed for the shower stall. After a moment, Derek got up and followed her, joining her. He always thought it was a little strange that cyvits showered, given that they had fur, but it seemed fairly easy for them to dry off. They washed up quickly and then dried off. Once they were refreshed, they headed back over to the bed. Anya was already naked and on the bed as well, waiting for them.

“Eat me,” she said, smirking at Kate.

“Yes ma’am,” Kate repeated, then settled on her stomach. Anya spread her legs wide and Derek stared as the cyvit escort lowered her head into her crotch. Anya let out a small gasp, then a loud moan as Kate began licking her clit with that rough tongue of hers.

“Oh my fucking God yes...” she moaned. “I fucking love cyvit girls...”

He kept watching as his girlfriend got eaten out by an escort and could feel himself stiffening up once more. Wow, he was already horny again? He’d blown his load twice in the past twenty minutes. His gaze slid down her naked, pink body and settled on her huge, thick-padded ass. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Derek quickly went in search of lube as Kate kept eating out Anya, who was crying out even louder now, her knees brought up, legs spread wide. He found it on a table along with several sex toys and took it quickly back to the bed, where Anya was panting and moaning louder now. He squeezed some out into his hand, made a fist a few times, then rubbed his cock down, all the while staring at that huge pink ass of Kate’s.

Once his cock was slicked up, he tossed the tube aside and began to get into position. “Fuck my ass,” Kate said, briefly raising her head from Anya’s pussy. “I know you want to.”

“I do,” he replied.

“Don’t stop, bitch,” Anya said, grabbing her head and forcing it back into her crotch. She moaned as Kate resumed licking her clit.

Derek finished getting against Kate’s huge ass. He maneuvered into position and once he was there, began working his cock up her ass, inching his way in with small pushes forward. He groaned loudly as the pleasure began burning through him. Her ass was so fucking tight. Kate began moaning as well as he fucked her up the ass and that only made the experience even better. Derek slipped his hands beneath her, between her and the mattress, and managed to get them around her massive tits, groaning as he squeezed them while pounding her ass.

He began panting and grunting as he settled into a nice rhythm, sliding rapidly in and out of her stunningly tight, hot ass. He could feel it as he grinded against it, feel its wonderful thick shape and extra padding and all that soft fur. The best thing was that he was going to have more endurance because he’d come twice already.

Derek kept going, resting on his knees, humping Kate, burying his cock in her ass over and over again, groaning as the sexual rapture slowly began to consume him. Anya had been right, this was a fantastic way to celebrate.

And, honestly, why did he have to stop celebrating?

He could do so as often as he wanted now.

“Oh yes!” Anya shrieked. “Eat that fucking pussy!” she screamed, and then she was coming, burying Kate’s face in her crotch as she came all over her face. Derek felt a surge of pleasure hit him as his girlfriend began to orgasm from being eaten out by another woman, and he started fucking Kate harder in the ass, making her cry out, causing a spike in his own pleasure. He groaned loudly and then he was coming a third time.

He filled her ass with his seed, writhing in pure bliss as he did so.

When it was over and they had finished coming, (he’d felt Kate coming as well, a hot spray of her feminine sex juices getting all over his legs), they laid together in a gasping heap on the huge king size bed, silent for several moments.

“How long was that?” Derek asked.

“Um...hold on,” Kate murmured. “Need to check my timer...uh, it’s been about half an hour since you came in.”

“Okay. Well, I think I’m tapped out for right now. Anya?”

“I could go for another round,” she said. “But I’d like a break. That was a great orgasm and I wanna just lay here for a bit.”

“Could I ask you about your books?” Kate asked, looking up at her from where her head rested on one of her thick thighs. “I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” she replied. “I don’t mind.”

Derek settled into a more comfortable position and listened as the two women began to talk, as he hadn’t had much of a chance to talk with Anya about her books. Or really, she didn’t seem too interested in talking about them.

He made a note to find them and start reading them.

All in all, not a bad way to celebrate.

CHAPTER 04

“Derek, I’ve got a question for you,” Anya said.

Derek looked over at her. She was lying on her back beside him in bed, both of them naked, beneath the blankets, a situation in which he often found himself lately. He was positive that, at some point, he and Anya would...well, get tired of sex wasn’t the right idea. He didn’t think he’d get tired of it. But become a little more used to it, probably. Right now, it seemed like a lot of what they did was have sex, which made sense, given that the relationship was still new and exciting and holy fuck Anya was so fucking hot and good in bed. But it stood to reason that eventually they’d begin gravitating towards other things.

Or maybe he was wrong, maybe they were both just extremely sexual people and it would remain one of the mainstays of their relationship forever.

“Given that I like the questions you ask me, fire away,” he replied.

Anya snorted. “Have you ever considered getting a submissive?” she asked.

He frowned, turning the question over in his head a few times. He had an idea of what she meant, but honestly, that could mean a lot of things.

“I’m not...sure,” he replied finally.

“Okay, you don’t know what a submissive is on Desire. Or, well, that’s not true. I guess you don’t know what I mean when I use that word in this context,” she said, sitting up. The blanket fell away from her, revealing her large orange breasts. “Focus,” she said when she noted his eyes drifting downwards.

“Hard to,” he replied.

She sighed and pulled the blanket back up. “I understand,” she said. “Now, submissives. There is a service on this station, it’s completely made up of volunteers. Basically, people who get off on being submissive and ordered around, not just in bed but in other aspects of their life, are paired up with people who get off on ordering others around. Subs and doms. The difference here is that it’s more long-term. They actually live with you. Kind of like a maid slash whore. Given some of the tendencies you’ve been showing, I think you’d do well.”

Derek could already feel a kind of dark excitement stirring in his stomach at the thought of it. Being domineering over someone else was still something he felt really awkward about. He’d had sex with Juliet a few more times in the week since hitting up that cyvit brothel to celebrate, and she’d wanted him to get really rough with her, and he had. And he’d liked it. But that wasn’t always what it was like, it more just happened.

To actually have someone living with him would want to be like that all the time? Or, well, he supposed, they’d want what he would want them to want, depending on how committed they were to their submission to him.

It seemed like a bit much.

But what if it was awesome? He supposed he should at least try it. If he didn’t like it, they could just part ways. And if he did like it, well…

“Okay,” he replied, coming to the decision abruptly and sitting up. “I think I’d like to try this.” As he began to pull the blankets back and then stopped. “How much does it cost? I can see something like this being expensive.”

“Well, you’ll get a seventy five percent discount, and it all depends on where you go, I guess. And who you choose. Although...have you set your freebie yet?” she asked.

“Freebie?” he replied.

She sighed. “You never read the contract, do you? Okay, one of the perks you get is you can choose to get one service for free. So if BDSM is your thing, for example, you can choose to set that to be free anywhere on the station. Or if cyvits get you off, you can choose any paid sexual encounter with a cyvit to be free. It has to be kind of specific, not too broad. So like, you can’t choose just ‘brothels’, cause that’s like half the station.”

“Huh, holy shit that’s cool.”

“Yep. Plus, you get a new slot to choose for each year you’ve been here.”

“Wow, you must have a lot of freebies...”

“Yep. So do you think you’d want to do that? It’s really easy. Which reminds me, have you even logged into your Desire Profile?” she asked.

“Yeah, a few times,” he replied. “I started to set it up, but got distracted.”

Anya sighed again and stood up. “Finishing setting it up! You’ve got a premium account, so you need to actually look into that. Plus, your public account will help you hook up more often,” she replied as she headed for the bathroom.

He followed her into it and they slipped into the shower together after turning it on. “Not that I really need much help with that. Between you and Naomi and Juliet...”

“Trust me, you’ll want more eventually. You need to fill out your stats, and your turn-ons, and upload a picture. Once it’s complete, you get put into the network and become part of the whole collection of profiles here. Your profile will be put into the search algorithms. So people who are looking for cute young human guys with a fetish for alien chicks and BDSM will find, among others, your profile, and they’ll probably hit you up for a casual session, and it’ll be fun. Or, I mean, you don’t have to, I’m just trying to give you advice. I suppose, in a way, I am still technically your guide to pleasure on Desire.”

He laughed. “I suppose so. You’re doing a remarkable job. And yes, I will set it up and see what happens. It’ll be interesting to get approached for sex instead of being the one who does the approaching, not that I’m very good at that either.”

“You’ve done pretty well for yourself since you’ve got here,” Anya replied. “Now wash. I know a great place on the other side of the station, I’m good friends with the woman who runs it. We’ll get you hooked up with a submissive little slut slave in no time.”

…

Derek took the time to fill out his profile as he and Anya rode across the station on one of the trams that crisscrossed the area. He’d just put in a few pieces of information before. He didn’t really like public profiles for the same reason he didn’t like having his picture taken: he didn’t really think he had much to offer. But Anya had obviously proven that wrong. As had Juliet and Naomi. He was surprised they were still interested in spending time with him. So he was trying to readjust his thinking towards at least having a neutral attitude towards himself.

He had an idea that it was going to take a long time.

He filled in his stats, since he actually had them now that he’d gotten all his measurements taken for his new wardrobe. After a bit of deliberation, Derek put in the picture he’d had taken for his employee ID for his profile pic, since he didn’t really have any others of himself and he was in no rush to take more.

And, honestly, he didn’t feel like trying to pose for a picture and try to make himself seem any more attractive than he actually was. He felt like they should know who they were getting into bed with. From there he tentatively filled out his kinks, not that he thought he had too many. Where it read ‘Species I’m Into’, he selected All after a bit of thinking, because, yeah, there really wasn’t a single species he wasn’t into.

There wasn’t a lot at the moment to put under his kinks, at least he thought so. He put down older women, tall women, BDSM (General/Domination), because there were a lot of sub-types of that and he didn’t have the time to look over and consider each one. Relationship status was open, availability...he considered that one, then selected Not Very. Between work, sleep, and Anya, Juliet, and Naomi, he didn’t have a lot of time.

Really though, he didn’t expect hardly anyone to respond. Given just how many people there were in this city-sized space station, and that more of them were probably more available than him, it didn’t seem likely.

When he saved his information this time around, his profile counted as complete and went live. Derek began to consider looking into the background stuff, stuff like his perks and preferences, and the freebie, but he honestly didn’t yet know what he wanted it to be. And besides, the tram was coming to a halt now.

“Here we are,” Anya said as the tram stopped and let them out. Across the thoroughfare, he could see the place she was referring to. It had a pink front with frosted windows and a neon sign over the top read ‘YES, MASTER’.

“That’s the name of this place?” he asked.

“Yep. Hot isn’t it?” Anya answered.

“I...yeah,” he replied.

You never saw stuff like this outside of Desire. Or he didn’t, at least. Maybe he just hadn’t been looking in the right places. They crossed the thoroughfare and headed inside. The lobby of this building closely resembled that of the cyvit brothel he’d been in last week. And it worked pretty much the same way. They approached the front desk.

“Hello,” the woman behind the desk said with a sly smile. She was a beautiful dysil woman, her orange skin bright and vibrant, her horns black and shiny. “How can I help you today?”

“Well, my boyfriend is looking for a submissive,” Anya replied. “Probably a trial basis. Do you think two weeks sounds good?” she asked.

“Yeah, that should be a good start,” he replied.

“Okay then. Here.” The woman handed them a tablet. “Just fill out all the information in what you’re looking for and let me know if you have any questions.”

“Thanks,” Anya said, accepting it and taking him across the room to one of the many loveseats along the walls.

“This so...strange,” Derek murmured as they sat.

Anya fired up the tablet. “Is it?” she asked.

“For me, at least.”

“I suppose so. You’re gonna have to get used to this, dear. Let your sexual side out. Now...let’s start with species. What kind of species do you want your own personal fuck toy to be?”

“I...well...xenian,” he replied.

“I figured. They’re smaller, petite, easy to dominate. Well, you know, provided they let you, given how much stronger they are than humans. Okay, xenian it is. Height and weight?”

“I dunno, average for xenians, I guess.”

“Okay...hair color?”

“Red. Definitely red.”

“You and your redhead fetish. Okay, so yes you’re looking for someone to live with you...for two weeks...hmm. Basic contract here says that they’ll submit to you completely, but, obviously, the standard safe word rule applies, although the two of you will also come up with a secondary safe word. That’s pretty common. The main safe word everyone gets is kind of like calling the police. Most people have a secondary safe word that they can say simply to let their partner know, the main one is for emergencies.”

“Makes enough sense.”

“Something you should consider though, and something that is important to these women, is that you aren’t just domineering to them during sex. I mean, it’s not like you have to be totally controlling all the time, but don’t ask her to do anything. Tell her to. And give her a list of chores, you know, the whole ordeal.”

“This seems a little...” he hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. “I dunno, it feels like I’m treading into the territory of all those stupid old ideas humanity used to have about women, you know? That makes me feel kinda...”

“Dirty? In a bad way?” He nodded. “I understand. Here’s a few things to keep in mind: this is gender-neutral. There are totally submissive guys available too. Another big thing to consider: this woman, whoever she’s going to be, she will want this. For people who come and apply for this kind of job, submission isn’t just a kink, it’s a lifestyle. So she wants this, she has volunteered for this. And if at any time she decides she doesn’t want it or it isn’t working out, you can trust her to let you know. We make sure that everyone here knows to speak up for themselves.” She hesitated, looking at him more fully now.

“Derek, I won’t push you into this, but I do think you need to explore this for yourself. You should give it a shot, see if it will work. Let yourself...well, feel out your sexual desires, your kinks, your wants. Let yourself explore,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied, nodding. “I will.”

She favored him with a soft smile. “Good, I’m glad. Now, is there anything else you’d like to put in?” she asked.

He looked the tablet over, then shook his head. “No, I think this is enough information. Let’s see who’s available,” he replied.

“Okay then.” She entered the information and a pause came up. The screen turned into a three-by-three grid, each space showing a profile picture of a pale, petite, redheaded xenian woman. He scrolled down slowly, looking at each woman, wondering what would jump out at him, how he was going to make this decision.

He stopped scrolling suddenly.

“Her,” he said quietly, staring at the redheaded xenian named Chloe. He tapped on her picture and opened up her profile.

“Let’s see here,” Anya murmured, going over the info with him. “Five foot even. Thirty one years old. Hmm, she’s a resident, though I don’t see an actual job here...”

“Is that normal?” Derek asked.

“Yes, it can be. There’s a lot of ways to make money on Desire. This is one of them, actually. Plus, a place to live. So, her? You sure?”

“Yes. I want to meet her,” he replied.

“Well, all right then. Let’s do this.”

They stood up and moved over to the desk. The dysil behind it had him swipe his thumb, then had him sign a legal waiver, as he would now technically responsible for her safety and well-being, if she was the one he wanted, and she agreed to this. Which seemed kind of heavy but Anya explained that, functionally, it didn’t really change anything. Taking care of her if she got sick or hurt was something he’d do anyway, which was true. Plus, she was fully capable of tending to herself. Then the dysil made a quick call to Chloe, who was staying in a temporary apartment below the building. As it turned out, Chloe was home and ready to meet with him and Anya.

“Okay, you’re all set. You want Floor B, Room Seven.”

“Thank you,” Derek said, and he and Anya began heading that way. “So you’re really okay with all of this?” he asked. “A submissive...well, sex slave, living with me?”

“I’m the one who suggested it, and hey, I get something out of it, too. I’m so going to come over and use her like a fuck toy,” Anya replied. “I used to have a submissive, this cute brunette human girl, for close to a year, but ultimately I decided I liked living on my own better. Don’t worry, Derek. Just enjoy yourself.”

“Okay.”

He tried to keep this in mind as they made their way deeper into the building. He thought that, at his core, he’d kind of expected a few things when he’d come to Desire. Sex was the most obvious thing, even sex with alien women. Given that he was now living in basically a city-sized brothel, he knew he shouldn’t really be surprised by it. And even the BDSM stuff, novice though he may be at it, he kind of knew was coming.

But this? This was something he’d honestly not even considered. The idea of a submissive woman living with him, being submissive in every regard, was something that hadn’t even crossed his mind. He supposed he thought, as they found an elevator and rode it down, that he had two primary concerns. The first was that he wouldn’t be into this at all. Derek didn’t consider himself a very controlling person. He could in bed, and was discovering that he liked to be, but outside of sex? He didn’t really have any desire to be like that. He was also fairly against it, he hated seeing relationships that were one-sided and one person seemed to utterly dominate the other, dictating where they could go or who they could see.

That was just fucked up.

His other concern was actually the opposite: what if he was actually really into it? Being controlling wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to foster. Then again, maybe he was better off figuring it out now, early in life, and learning how to, well, control it. And if this did open Pandora’s Box, at least it was under these specific circumstances, where the emotions and urges could be carefully examined, all while being experimented with on a woman who actually got off on being controlled.

Maybe he was overthinking all this.

The elevator came to a halt and they stepped out into a clean, comfortable, well lit hallway. Anya led him down the corridor to the appropriate door.

He knocked.

Just a few seconds later, the door opened up, and he found himself looking at Chloe. Or rather, looking down at her, as he was basically a full foot taller than she was. Often in his life, Derek had been really into tall women, which was what made dating Anya and fooling around with Juliet so satisfying. (Okay, it was just one aspect of a huge spectrum of awesome things about both of those women).

But the more time he spent around xenians, the more he realized that there was definitely a certain appeal to being with someone a lot shorter than you.

“Hello,” Chloe said demurely, stepping back to make way. “You must be Derek.”

“I am. This is Anya,” he replied as they came in. He found the temporary living quarters here were about three quarters the size of his own studio apartment. Almost like a hotel room, but a fairly lavish one.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” Chloe said as she closed the door. She led them deeper into the room, he and Anya sat down on a loveseat and Chloe sat across from them in a reclining arm chair. He studied her in the ensuing silence.

She was perhaps five feet tall, slim, maybe a hundred pounds. Then again, probably more. If she was human, she’d probably be around that weight, but xenians were denser. Her skin was milky white, paler than pale, also a classic trait of xenians. Small silver nodes of technology studded her body. He saw two flat gray strips along the inside of her upper arms, spied a bit of glass encased in silvery metal poking out from the neckline of the tight t-shirt she was wearing. He saw a few more pieces of tech along her slim thighs, which were showcased nicely in the tiny, tight skirt she was wearing. When she shifted her legs a bit, it gave him an extremely clear view of her crotch and he noticed immediately that she was not wearing panties.

Chloe had a very nice looking pussy.

“So, how do we start this whole thing?” Derek asked. “I have to admit, this is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this.”

“Usually I talk with whoever is renting me out for a little while, we kind of get a feel for each other, then I pack my things and we go,” Chloe replied.

“Okay, that makes sense. Um...how’d you get into this?” he asked.

“Well, I’ve always been fairly submissive, for as long as I can remember. But I didn’t really get into it and start exploring it until I got int my early twenties. I got with a guy who fairly good at dominating and he really opened me up to that world, taught me a lot about the things I wanted but couldn’t really articulate. We were together for a few years but ultimately parted ways because our lives were just leading us in different directions.”

“How’d you end up here?” Anya asked. “I saw on your profile that you’re listed as a resident, but not an employee.”

“I’m a bit of a drifter on Desire,” she replied. “When I was twenty seven, I was invited by a friend of mine who took vacations here. It blew my mind. I was here for a week, and when I left, I only wanted to come back. So I did my homework, I figured out a way to live on this station somehow. It honestly didn’t take that long. There’s a number of jobs you can do pretty casually. I started out working in a xenian-exclusive brothel, then spent about a year shooting submissive BDSM porn, which I still do from time to time, but eventually I realized that this place existed, and that it really matched up with what I wanted to do. I didn’t even know this was an option. So I signed up, offered myself up in exchange for some pay, but mainly a place to live on the station, and I immediately fell in love with the job, so it’s what I do now.”

“That’s so cool,” Anya said.

Chloe smiled. “Thanks. I think so, too. What about you? Are you together? Cause I do like living with guy-girl couples.”

“We are together, but we don’t live together,” Derek replied. “I’m kind of new to the station. Got a job as a tech just a few weeks ago.”

“Very nice...and you decided you wanted a submissive slut living with you?” Chloe asked, her lips twisting into a sly grin.

Derek chuckled nervously. “Uh...yeah.”

“I suggested it to him,” Anya said, patting his thigh. “He’s still a rookie. He’d only ever had two girlfriends and a handful of tame escort experiences before coming here.”

“Oh wow,” Chloe murmured. “That’s...coming here must’ve really blown your mind.”

“It really did,” he agreed.

“So I’d be living with you, Derek?” she asked.

“Yep,” he replied.

“And I’ll be over fairly often. I’ll be putting you to task myself as well.”

“I’d really like that, you’re very beautiful, Anya,” Chloe replied.

“Thank you. You’re quite cute and sexy yourself.”

Chloe smiled. “Well, I’m amenable to this agreement. I read it over while you were coming up. Two week contract and you live in a studio apartment by yourself. What about you? Do you want to live with me? Treat me like a slut slave? Be the dom to my sub?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, almost without hesitation. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good. I’ll pack my things and we can get right to it.” She stood up and moved deeper into the apartment, then began packing some things. “Do you prefer master or sir?” she asked.

He’d actually been thinking about this. “Master,” he replied.

She paused in her packing and shot him a grin. “Me too,” she said, then got back to it.

He was definitely going to have a hell of a lot of fun with Chloe. And fuck, her hair was so sexy. It was vibrantly, deeply red, his favorite shade of red, shoulder-length, currently pulled into a ponytail. She finished packing up, putting everything into a single suitcase, and moved back over to join them. “I’m ready...master,” she said, and now her glowing white eyes were downcast.

“Then let’s go,” he replied.

“Yes, master.”

This was definitely going to be an experience.

…

They made one stop on the way back to his apartment.

They hadn’t spoken much on the walk to the tram after making everything official and signing off on everything, nor during the ride itself. Derek found himself too swamped with thoughts and ideas and...well, fantasies. It was almost disturbing him, how much he wanted to do with Chloe...how much he wanted to do to her.

How much he wanted to abuse her, use her like a fucktoy.

When they had left the tram and started walking back, something had caught his eye: a shop that sold BDSM gear.

“Let’s stop in here,” he said.

“Where? Oh,” Anya replied, following his gaze. “That makes sense.”

They walked towards the shop and as they came to the front, inspiration struck. He turned quickly to face Chloe. He gripped her chin and pulled her gaze up to his. “Stand right here, on this spot, and do not move, do you understand me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied quietly.

He almost missed it, but something in her gaze, her expression, made him catch onto it. He gave her a little slap. “What was that?” he asked. “Yes, ‘what’?”

“Yes, master,” she replied immediately.

“Good girl. Don’t fucking move.”

“Yes, master.”

He walked into the store with Anya. “Wow,” she said. “You wouldn’t have been lying to me, would you?”

“What? What do you mean?” he replied, startled.

“About never having gotten into this stuff? Cause that was pretty...on point, for a novice.”

“I’m not lying,” he replied.

“Then I guess you’re just a natural.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, still not sure how to feel about that. “Come on.”

He didn’t linger long in the shop, because he really wanted to get home now. Their little exchange out front had only served to make him hornier. He grabbed a black choker collar, a blindfold, a ball-gag, and some elastic bands with cuffs on either end, because he fully intended to tie her to the bed and destroy her.

After paying for everything, he stepped back out and saw her standing exactly where he’d told her to. She looked at him and the things in his arms and he saw her eyes widen briefly and a small smile touch her lips.

“Put this on, you little slut,” he said, handing her the collar.

“Yes, master,” she replied, taking it immediately and fitting it tightly around her slim, white neck. He thought that she was breathing a little quicker, and her face was definitely flushed now. She must be pretty into this.

They walked back to his apartment from the shop, which just took a few minutes. As they came to stand in front of the building, Anya turned to face him. “Listen dear, I’m going to leave you alone with your new toy,” she said, glancing briefly at Chloe, who blushed and smiled, looking down. “Is that what you’d like?”

“I would,” he admitted. He definitely wanted Anya to be around him and Chloe, to help him...use her, but right now, this first time, for whatever reason he wanted to be alone with Chloe. “Thank you, dear.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” She gave him a lingering kiss on the lips, then turned to Chloe. Reaching out, she gripped her neck tightly. “You be good to him, you little whore,” she almost growled, then released her.

“Yes, mistress,” Chloe replied. She was definitely breathing more heavily now.

They both watched her go, then he grabbed Chloe’s wrist and led her into the apartment. His heart was hammering and his blood was pumping hard now, his head filling with visions of all the things he and Chloe were going to enjoy tonight. He got her into his apartment, then closed the door and slowly turned to face her.

She stood before him, hands clasped in front of her, eyes downcast. He didn’t want to wait any longer, he wanted to do this immediately.

Grabbing her wrist again, he led her a deeper into the apartment, into the living room area. He shoved the coffee table aside, making her stand in front of the TV, facing him, and then went across the area and sat down on the couch, setting the BDSM stuff down on the table. Settling in, he studied this pale, redheaded xenian submissive who now lived with him. She was still holding her suitcase and was now chewing on her lower lip.

It was time to get to it.

“Put that down,” he said, and she immediately set the suitcase down on the floor. “Now, take all your clothes off.”

“Yes, master,” she said quietly, and began taking off her clothes. She gripped the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up, over her head, revealing more milky white skin and a few more tech nodes. She had on a simple sports bra. As soon as the t-shirt was on the floor beside her, she took it off and dropped it as well, freeing her pale breasts. They were beautiful, about b-cup size. Given her small stature, they looked pretty decently sized on her, and were topped with the most perfect pink nipples. He was already getting rock hard.

She swayed her hips back and forth slightly as she pulled the skirt down, revealing all of her trim white thighs and nicely curved hips. He could see her alien pussy clearly now, a pale pink slit glistening between her thighs.

“Turn around,” he said. He wanted a look at her ass. She turned around. Damn, it was a really nice, tight ass, well-formed, with a pleasant amount of padding to it. He was definitely going to have a lot of anal sex with her.

“Okay, turn back around, then get down onto your hands and knees.”

He watched, all of his attention focused on her now, on this nude alien woman who was ten years older than him, who he now, in a strange fashion, practically owned. She’d referred to herself as a sex slave for him, a true submissive. She got down onto all fours, looking exceptionally sexy with that black choker on.

“Now crawl towards me, you little fucking whore,” he said.

She shuddered, breathing even more quickly and heavily now. “Yes, master,” she said, and began to coming towards him.

He was rock hard now, ready to fully enjoy this.

Chloe crawled slowly towards him on her hands and knees, staring at him, her eyes glowing a brilliant white that looked eerie and yet exotically attractive. Her face was noticeably flushed now and the look of intent focus on her face seemed to convey how into this she was. She came to rest before him, looking up at him.

“Pull it out and suck it dry,” he said.

“Yes, master,” she replied, and settled on her knees between his legs. Her nimble fingers worked his jeans, getting the button and zipper undone, then digging him out of his boxers. As soon as she freed his cock, she leaned in and began dragging her tongue along its head. Jolts of pleasure shot into him like electrical discharges.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, laying a hand on the top of her head.

Chloe licked several more times, her hot, wet tongue feeling like rapture as she did, and then she slipped his dick smoothly into her mouth.

He groaned as she started bobbing her head, working his cock with her head with a practiced ease, her lips slowing and lingering each time they reached his head, which was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable.

“Fuck, you are good at that,” he whispered.

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured. Her eyes were closed now.

He let her keep going like this, enjoying the hot bliss of her oral sex, and then decided to take it up another notch. Instead of settling his hand on the top of her head, he shifted it to the back and then pulled her towards him. Her eyes shot open as he shoved his cock into the back of her throat and moaned.

“Swallow, you fucking slut,” he said.

With the head of his dick resting practically in her throat, she swallowed and he groaned as a fresh explosion of pleasure hit him. All the hot, wet muscles back there contracted at once around the head of his cock, sliding over his most sensitive area.

“Again,” he said. “Keep going.”

She swallowed several more times, and when he knew he was close to orgasming, he grabbed her head in both of his hands and began pulling it violently back and forth, fucking her in the mouth. She moaned and gagged, but didn’t try to stop him. He fucked her like that until his cock kicked hard and he let go of her.

“Suck!” he groaned at her. “Suck it all out!”

Chloe was sucking now, working his hand. With one of her hot hands she cradled and began gently massage his balls, with the other, she encircled his shaft with her thumb and first two fingers and squeezed slightly as she moved it up and down, doing everything she could to work his cock, to pump him dry.

Derek was in a world of pleasure now.

His orgasm burst through him like waves, pulses of fresh rapturous bliss shooting through him each time his cock twitched and shot out a thick spurt of his seed into this submissive alien’s sucking mouth.

Chloe sucked him dry and swallowed. She slowly pulled her pressed together lips along the length of his dick, sucking as she did. When she was finished, she looked up at him. “Did I do good, master?” she asked.

“Very good,” he replied. “But I’m not finished breaking you in yet.”

“What should I do?”

“Get up and turn around.”

She did so, showing him her hot, round, pale ass. He was actually still hard, still really horny. He thought he had at least one more orgasm in him right now, maybe two. And he seriously wanted to come in her tight, hot alien pussy.

“Now, sit down in my lap, and take my fucking dick, slave.”

“I’d love to, master,” she replied, and he opened his legs for her to rest on. Scooting backwards, getting in between them, she reached back and gripped his saliva slicked cock, then, without much hesitation, lowered herself towards it and took it into her pussy. Derek let out his breath all at once as she accepted his length.

She was so hot inside.

One huge benefit of fucking xenian women: their natural body temperature was something like ten degrees higher than a human’s because of their implants. A consequence of this was that their pussies were incredibly hot. And goddamn was Chloe wet. She moaned loudly as she slowly worked her way down his cock.

Inspiration struck again and he gripped her trim hips. “Wait-” she began and he yanked her down, forcing the entirety of his cock into her.

She cried out, hands on his knees. “Wait, master, it’s too big!” she moaned.

“Shut the fuck up,” he replied. “Do you understand me? Shut the fuck up and take it.”

“...yes, master,” she whispered, then cried out again as he brought her up, then pulled her roughly down onto his steel hard dick once more. He kept doing it, practically using her like a literal fuck toy, getting himself off with her amazingly tight vagina, thrusting up into her and making her cry out even louder occasionally.

After a little bit he let go of her and settled back in. “Now you do it, and do a good fucking job or I’m going to punish you,” he said.

“Yes, master,” she gasped, and began sliding herself rapidly up and down his cock. Sitting back against the couch, he watched her work, stared at her tight, pale ass as it rose and fell in his lap, making his cock disappear over and over again. Another benefit of xenian women: what was average for a human or dysil or pretty much any species, in terms of dick size, was big for them. Chloe moaned quietly as she kept fucking his dick, building the pleasure within him, pushing him ever closer to a second orgasm.

“Make me come, Chloe,” he said.

“It would be my pleasure,” she replied, and started going faster, and he groaned as he felt her clench her vaginal muscles, somehow making herself even tighter.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, staring at the hot, naked xenian woman fucking his dick, this older alien woman who had submitted to him entirely. He thought about all the things he was going to do with her, all the things he was going to do to her, and that was it. He started coming. A second starburst of pleasure hit him like a drug as his cock began to spit out what was left of his seed.

“Oh yes, master, give me your seed,” she moaned. “Come in my pussy...”

He groaned, reaching out, grabbing her hips and yanking her down again, causing her to cry out once more. He filled her pussy up one, hard contraction at a time, until he had nothing left to give, and he was left panting against the couch.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Maybe I go clean up, master?” Chloe asked, slowly getting off of his dick.

“Yes. Go start the shower and get in. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Yes, master.”

He watched her go, noting that she had a hand over her vagina, which made sense. Didn’t want his stuff dripping everywhere. He sat there for a moment longer, listening to her start up the shower for them, thinking about what had just happened, what was going to happen. It was a little disturbing, how much was coming to him in the moment, things to do or say, and how much he was enjoying doing all this stuff to her.

Was this something he wanted to foster?

Finally, he stood up, holding up his pants as he walked across the apartment, to the bathroom. This was a problem, he decided, that he would simply have to feel out. He would have to maintain a careful watch on himself, on his feelings, on the situation, but for the most part, he would have to make decisions in the moment, deal with these problems as they came to him. Maybe in a few weeks, after a consistent amount of time spent living this, he could reevaluate. But for right now, he was going to take Anya’s advice.

He was going to enjoy himself.

And besides, there was nothing saying he had to be a domineering jerk all the time. He’d probably spend a lot of his time with Chloe the same way he spent it with the other women: just hanging out, relaxing.

Derek stripped of his clothing and got into the shower with Chloe. She smiled at him. “Hello,” she said quietly. “Did I do good?”

“You did very good,” he replied, coming closer and wrapping her in a hug. She made a happy noise and hugged him back. “But I think we need to talk a little further about this arrangement. There was something I realized that we did not discuss. Your safe word.”

“Oh my,” she said, sounding startled. She looked up at him. “You’re right. I was too involved to think about it. Good thing I wasn’t actually hurting.” It was strange, he thought, to see her slip between personalities, to slide between utter submissive slut and a competent, intelligent woman. Part of him wondered which one was the ‘real’ her, but another part of him thought that it wasn’t that easy, and that the right answer was that it was probably all the ‘real’ her. Why should one invalidate the other? It shouldn’t at all.

“So, my real safe word. I’ll have to write it down for you because I obviously can’t say it out loud without causing problems. But I don’t think I’ll be needing to use that at all. I haven’t yet. Most people don’t. We should, however, agree on a personal safe word, between you and me. And I honestly don’t expect it to come up either. I can take a lot, and I also have a good sense about people, and I don’t think you’re apt to do something I’ll feel the need to stop. So...safe word...safe word...how about ballast?” she asked.

He couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. “Ballast? What does that even mean?” He thought he knew, but he also couldn’t quite remember it.

“It’s a nautical term, for boats on water. Basically it’s something heavy you keep on the boat to maintain a certain stability and weight. I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s what it is. You get the gist. The point is that it’s not likely to come up in conversation.”

“You’re right about that,” he agreed.

“Anything else?”

“Yeah. I’m going to be gone for about nine hours or so most days. Are you okay to...”

“Be on my own? Yeah,” she replied casually. “Don’t worry, I’m not an idiot. I don’t need you to control literally every aspect of my life.”

“I didn’t think so. Uh...sorry if that was an offensive question.”

She grinned and let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t be so submissive. That’s my job, Derek,” she said.

He slapped her across the face. “What was that?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, master,” she replied, immediately looking down.

“You liked getting slapped around, don’t you?” he asked.

“I do,” she said, now looking back up at him. “I really do.”

“Good. I think I like slapping you around. Wash me, and then I’ll wash you.”

She nodded and set to work, grabbing some soap and a rag. Lathering the soap up, she began moving it and the rag across his body. It felt great to be standing there beneath the hot waterfall, being washed by Chloe. She moved her small, strong hands across him, lingering on his cock, his balls, massaging them gently.

“You’ve got a big dick,” she said quietly, standing behind him now, slowly massaging it.

“Do I?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“I love it,” she replied. “I want it inside of me every day, master. I want you to fill me and cover me with your seed.”

“Believe me, I’m going to, you little slut.”

She let out a heavy, turned-on breath, then continued cleaning him off. When she was finished, he took over the job, moving his soapy hands along her hot, pale skin. She really was extremely beautiful, the bone structure of her face noticeably but not off-puttingly different, enough to lend her an alien, exotic allure. And her bright, glowing white eyes only enhanced it. And she was his. For the next two weeks, she was his.

Despite his reservations, Derek was fairly confident that he was going to enjoy the absolute fuck out of this.

CHAPTER 05

Derek shoved Chloe hard enough that her feet actually left the floor and she cried out as she landed on her back on the bed.

“Master, please, I’ll be a good girl-” she said.

“Shut up,” he replied, grabbing her thighs and yanking her roughly towards him, so that she was at the edge of the bed.

She was naked and beautiful, her slim, pale body ready for fucking.

“Master, wait,” she gasped.

“Shut the fuck up!” he screamed and slapped her hard across the face. Chloe was often looking to give him excuses to slap her. And he was more than happy to provide her with what she wanted. She cried out and he gripped her thighs, then forced her legs open. He looked down at her taut, smooth alien vagina, his erection already hard and throbbing.

This was how he was unwinding today after a long shift.

“Master, wait, I’m not ready,” she whispered, and from the way she was looking up at him, he could tell that she was as turned on as he was.

Probably more so.

“I don’t give a fucking shit, Chloe,” he replied, yanking her a bit closer and unzipping his uniform. He’d sent her a message after getting off of work, informing her that she fucking damn well better be naked when he walked in through the door. “Right now you’re nothing but a piece of property,” he growled as he pulled his cock out. “You’re nothing but a living fuck toy, Chloe. Do you understand me?” he asked.

She chewed on her lower lip, hesitating. Wow, she must really be in a mood to get slapped around today.

“Do you?!” he screamed, slapping her twice in rapid succession.

She moaned. “Yes, master,” she said.

“Good,” he replied, stepping up to her and putting the head of his dick against her hot, wet opening. He could feel the heat of her pussy. He began to rub the head against her opening. “What are you, Chloe? Tell me.”

“I’m a fuck toy,” she whispered, and he pushed his cock into her. She cried out, her voice carrying well in their studio apartment.

“What are you? Say it. Now.”

“I’m nothing but a worthless whore,” she moaned, and then yelled as he pushed himself completely within her tight alien pussy. “I’m a slut!” she screamed as he started fucking her. “Oh fuck! I’m a stupid fucking bitch!” she shrieked.

“That’s right,” he replied. “What’s the only thing you’re good for, Chloe?” he asked, pushing deeper and harder into her.

“Fucking!” she screamed. “Making you come, master!”

“That’s fucking right,” he growled.

Her pussy felt amazing. He’d been thinking about this all day long. It had been four days since he’d had Chloe move in with him at Anya’s suggestion. And so far Anya hadn’t actually come to visit him at his apartment. He’d honestly been getting a little worried, but she was coming over tonight. She’d sent him a message explaining that the reason she was just hanging out at her place was a combination of wanting to be by herself and wanting him to settle in with Chloe, get used to having her around, and to enjoy her by herself.

“When I got my own personal fuck slave,” she’d said, grinning almost maliciously, “I didn’t leave the apartment for like two weeks. I broke her fucking in.”

And Chloe was primarily the one he’d been having sex with. Anya had stopped by on lunch twice and had him fuck her, and the other two lunch breaks his boss, Naomi, had claimed his cock. He hadn’t been seeing much of Juliet lately, and she’d explained that she’d decided to take on shooting some porn, and had liked the production so much that she’d signed up for five more, so she was going to be a little busy in the near future.

And so he’d really been getting to know Chloe.

And fucking her brains out.

The pleasure of her incredibly tight alien pussy burned through him as he buried his cock in her over and over again, pounding the living fuck out of her and making the bed shake and shudder. She was screaming in pleasure now, and she was so fucking wet. He wanted to make her come, make her even hotter and wetter, so he did the thing that was a pretty good trigger for her. Derek wrapped both of his hands around her slim pale neck.

“Master...” she whispered, and he squeezed.

She let out a strangled groan of absolute bliss as he started choking her, cutting off her air. He kept pounding her, destroying her pussy as he squeezed her throat with both hands, and within ten seconds she began to orgasm. He kept choking her for another few seconds, then let go, and she sucked in a huge gasp of air and began screaming in pleasure. He groaned, feeling the hot release of her orgasm, the spray of feminine sex juices from her pussy as it began to clench around the rigid length of his cock.

Then he was coming, shooting his load into her.

“Oh yes, master, it feels so fucking good!” she shrieked.

He groaned and grunted, hands resting on either side of her, holding himself up as his hips jerked forward by themselves, moving in automatic reaction to the climax he was experiencing. Waves of hot bliss rolled through him, filling his body as he pumped her pussy with his seed. He groaned, now gripping her hips tightly, digging his fingertips in. They both stayed like that, rigid and jerking occasionally as their orgasms tore through them. When they were finished, they each let out a heavy, explosive breath.

He carefully pulled out of her. “Come on,” he said.

“Yes, master,” she murmured, and he helped her up.

They walked into the bathroom together. Chloe turned on the shower while he stripped out of his work uniform. Soon, the pair of them were naked and embracing in the shower. He hugged her head to his chest, standing there, simply holding her nude body to his.

“You do your chores?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied.

That was something he was more getting weirded out by. Derek found it a little funny that he was fairly chill now with slapping her around, with choking her and screaming at her and forcing her to call herself lots of bad things, that he was okay with holding her down and pounding the fuck out of her, but giving her a list of chores to do, having her clean his apartment, made him uncomfortable. It wasn’t really that he thought it reflected poorly on her. He didn’t really judge people for what they got off on or what they wanted.

That was their business, not his.

But it was different when he was actually involved in it. For the most part, he was just telling himself to get over it. Chloe wanted this. This was making her happy. If she didn’t want it, she wouldn’t hesitate to tell him.

It was just...weird, though.

He wasn’t really a dominating type of guy.

He was at least glad that there was room in the...well, narrative, he supposed it could be called, for some TLC, tender love and care. He let go of her and slowly turned her around, then began to massage her shoulders.

“Did you like that fucking, Chloe?” he asked.

“Mmm, God yes,” she groaned. “It was amazing. I love your cock so much.”

“I love your pussy. And your mouth. And tonight...”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to fuck you up the ass.”

“Ooh. I look forward to pleasuring you that way. I’m really tight,” she said.

“I bet. You’ve got a fantastic ass.”

“Thank you, master.”

He continued rubbing her shoulders, then her neck, and then they washed up. He washed her off and she washed him. When they were finished, they got out, dried off, and pulled on some underwear and t-shirts.

“The place looks good, Chloe,” he said as they went into the fridge.

“Thank you, master. The pizza you wanted is in the oven.”

“Chloe...”

“Yeah?” she asked, looking at him.

He almost asked, but decided against it. “When we’re not fucking, call me Derek.”

She looked at him for a moment, twisting her lips in indecision, then nodded. “Okay.”

He had a second of uncertainty, that it had changed something between them, something subtle but fundamental, and not in a good way. He tried to shake the feeling off, instead going to the oven and pulling out the pepperoni pizza he’d had her make for them. Once it was out, he sliced it up and they sat together at the bar-like table set up as a divider between the kitchen area and the living room. He spent a little while blathering on about his day. Honestly, the only things he had to really tell her about were tech related things.

But she listened, either because she was polite or because she was actually interested or because she was his submissive.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Me? Well, I cleaned up the apartment, and washed the shower. And I got some writing done today,” she replied.

“Good,” he said. “How much?”

“Twenty five hundred words.”

“Chloe...I told you to write three thousand,” he said, looking at her.

She looked down. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She looked up tentatively at him. “Will you have to punish me?”

“I might,” he replied. Like Anya, Chloe was a writer. Although unlikely Anya, she was more of an aspiring writer. She hadn’t really finished anything yet and when she’d told him that, he’d decided to try and both satisfy her need to be dominated and help her out, so he’d ordered her to choose a project and write three thousand words a day on it. “Your writing is important, Chloe. You need to understand this.”

“I do, I just...”

“You what?” he asked, reaching over and laying a hand on her thigh. He moved it slowly up and down her hot skin. “What, Chloe? What excuse are you going to tell me?”

She was breathing more heavily now. “I don’t have one,” she whispered. “I was bad.”

“Yes, you were,” he said. God, he was already getting hard again. He forced himself to calm down, to wait until Anya got here. He reached up and gripped her neck, making her gasp. “I will punish you, later. When Anya gets here.”

“Yes, master,” she whispered, and he figured he’d let that slip by, then let go of her.

“What do you think of Anya?” he asked as they continued eating.

“She’s so beautiful,” Chloe said, and he could hear her less submissive side. “God, you are so fucking lucky. I mean like, even among the standard fare here on the station she is just fucking sexy. I want to fuck her so bad.”

“I know how you feel,” he replied.

“Derek...I...” she hesitated.

“What?”

“I feel bad. She hasn’t been over since I moved in. I mean, am I...”

“No,” he said. “You aren’t causing problems. Anya’s just...reclusive. And she wanted to let us get used to each other, get acquainted properly. Really, she wanted me to break you in, I think,” he explained to her.

“Mmm...you’ve been doing a good job of that.”

“Have I now?” he asked.

“Yes. Such a good job. You make my pussy feel so good.”

“Good.”

They finished their pizza and then moved over to the couch. They got through one episode of a series he’d just discovered called Mind’s Eye Blind about a mind-reading cyvit before Anya showed up. “Get the door,” he said, and smacked Chloe’s ass hard as she stood up. She let out a happy sound, and then crossed the room.

“Have you been treating my man well, you little whore?” Anya asked as Chloe opened the door and she came in.

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied.

“Hey,” Anya said, turning around and slapping her. “That’s mistress, you little fuck toy.”

Chloe gasped. “Yes, mistress.”

“Hey babe,” Anya said, crossing the room and laying down on the couch, resting her head in his lap. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, honey,” he replied, reaching out and taking her hand. “How are you?”

“Horny as fuck. I want my pussy licked by your little slut here. Plus, there’s somewhere I want to take you tonight.”

“Oh?”

“Oh. First, threesome with your slave.”

“All right, then.” They both got up. Derek marched over to Chloe, wrapped his hand around her throat, and slapped her. “You’re going to do a good job, aren’t you, you little worthless fucking slut?” he growled at her.

“Yes, master,” she gasped.

“And I’m going to punish you for being a bad girl.”

“Oh, please, master...” she whispered.

“She was a bad girl, huh?” Anya asked, pulling her clothes off.

“Oh yes. A bad little whore,” he replied, and began forcing her backwards. She stumbled backwards, crying out, and he threw her onto the bed. “Take your fucking clothes off!” he screamed at her.

“Y-yes, master,” she whispered, quickly getting undressed.

Derek joined her in doing so and soon the three of them were naked. “Well, you’re getting pretty good at this,” Anya said.

“Good to know,” he replied. “Get up there.”

“Oh, yes sir,” Anya said with a smirk. He stared at her fat, orange ass as she climbed onto the bed with Chloe.

“Kiss, now,” he said.

“Yes, master,” Chloe replied.

Anya pushed her down onto her back and pressed her lips to Chloe’s. The little xenian immediately began groping Anya’s huge tits and groaned as she kissed her. A shiver of lust moved through him as the two women began twisting tongues together, their hands running over each other’s bodies. The two of them seemed like a study in contrasts: Chloe pale and petite, Anya orange and tall and oh so curvy.

“Okay, I need my pussy eaten,” Anya said, breaking the kiss.

“Do it, now,” Derek said.

“Yes, master,” she replied. “I promise I’ll do a good job, mistress.”

“You’d fucking better,” Anya said, laying against the headboard and spreading her legs. Chloe quickly settled down in between her thick thighs, laying on her stomach. Derek felt a fresh wave of dark lust sweep through him as he stared at her tight, pale ass. He was definitely going to destroy her. Derek grabbed the lube, squeezed some into his hand, and made a fist several times. He tossed the tube aside and rubbed his cock down.

“Now you’re gonna get it,” he said as he climbed onto the bed, getting over her. “I’m going to punish you, fucking bitch.”

“Punish her hard, Derek,” Anya said, then moaned as Chloe began to lick her clit. She laid her hand across the back of Chloe’s head. “That’s a good girl.”

Not wanting to wait even a second longer, hornier than ever, Derek laid down against Chloe and held himself up one-handed while using the other to guide his cock. Once it had found its place, he began to push it up her ass.

Chloe shouted and moaned, raising her head. “Wait, master, it’s too big!”

“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped, slapping the back of her head, then forcing her face back into Anya’s crotch.

“Do as your told, slave,” Anya said, settling her hand over the back of Chloe’s head and pulling her closer.

Chloe moaned something and then quieted, continuing to eat Anya’s pussy out, licking at her clit. Anya let out a low moan.

Derek started fucking the tight xenian up the ass. It felt simply fucking amazing. Her pussy was awesome and wonderful and deeply satisfying, but her ass was an entirely different story. It felt different, and was even hotter, and so fucking tight. He could barely fit his cock in there. Derek was resting on his hands and knees now, using the position as leverage to really pounding Chloe into the fucking mattress.

He tore into her ass, feeling the pleasure, the hot, sexual gratification make a slow burn through him, radiating out from his cock. The bed shook with their sex and she moaned loudly as he pounded her up the ass.

“Mmm, it’s so big, master...” she moaned, muffled by Anya’s pussy.

“Keep going, slave,” Anya whispered, breathing heavily now. “I’m almost fucking there. I’m going to come all over your fucking face.”

“Yes, mistress,” she groaned and kicked licking, now fucking Anya with two her fingers, rapidly sliding them in and out.

The site was intensely arousing, intensely erotic, and Derek thought that it was one of his favorite things to witness: two beautiful women, nude and engaged in a sex act. Especially if he was engaged in the act as well.

“I’m going to fill you up, you little alien whore,” he said, pounding her harder now, sinking his cock into her tight, pale ass even faster.

“Ungh! Yes, master! Yes, master!” she screamed, and suddenly she was coming. He could feel the hot release of her pussy juices against his balls and thighs. That was just too much. He was breathing very heavily now, his whole body feeling hot and pounding with the pulse of his arousal, and then his orgasm came to him, suddenly, almost unexpectedly. It was a starburst of rapturous release, a supernova of bliss.

He groaned loudly, closing his eyes, his whole body locking up as he came. He filled her tight ass with his seed, pumping it into her, his dick jerking and twitching violently in the tight confines of her ass. At the same time, he could just hear Anya begin to scream out her own pleasure, giving voice to the intense climax she was experiencing.

When it was all over, when the orgasms had petered out and trailed off, the three of them lay in a nude, sweaty pile, trying to get their breaths back.

“Well worth the wait,” Anya said finally. She shifted.

Derek got the message. He pulled carefully out of Chloe’s ass and rolled over. Chloe got up from between Anya’s thick orange thighs. “You have an exceptional tongue, Chloe,” Anya said as she slowly got up. Standing, she popped her back.

“Thank you,” Chloe replied. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“I’ll just bet you have,” Anya said with a smirk. She headed for the bathroom then. Even having blown his load twice, Derek found his eyes drawn to her fat, bare orange ass. He never failed to notice how fantastic her ass was.

“Come on,” he said, getting up.

Chloe got up with him and the pair of them headed into the bathroom, joining Anya in the shower she’d started up. For a little bit, the three of them simply washed off, basking in the pleasure of post-orgasm bliss.

“Derek,” Anya said finally. “That place I want to take you tonight. It’s a BDSM club. I wanted to let you try a few things out.”

“Really? Well...all right, that could definitely be interesting,” he replied. He thought for a moment about what to do with Chloe. He felt a little bad about leaving her here, because he’d already been at work. He looked at her. “Chloe,” he said.

“Yes?” she murmured.

“You are to go out and find something fun to do while I’m gone. But you are to be back by midnight tonight, and you’d better have finished writing by the time I get home. Do you understand me?” he asked.

“Yes, master,” she said. “I understand.”

“Good.”

He wondered if he should mention anything about her calling him master outside of sex again, but didn’t feel like pushing the point right now. They finished washing up, then got out and dried off. Derek found himself wondering, as he pulled his regular clothing on, if he was even going to have the energy to go out and do this. Between work and sex today, he was tired. Maybe he’d pick up an energy drink or something on the way to this club.

When they were dressed, the three of them left the apartment. They came to stand out in front of it. “Behave yourself and be a good girl, or I’m going to have to punish you again,” Derek said, gripping her chin and making Chloe look at him.

“Yes, master,” she replied. “I’ll be good.”

“You’d better. Now go.”

He turned her around and smacked her ass hard. She began walking away, into the artificial night of Desire, looking for a good time. With Chloe gone, he took Anya’s hand and let her lead him off towards the BDSM club.

“So how’s it going with her?” Anya asked after a bit. “You two seem to be getting along.”

“We are, I think,” he replied.

“You think? You sound a little uncertain.”

“I guess I am. This whole thing still feels weird. It’s been several days now and I’m still not really getting used to telling her what to do outside of the bedroom. It’s...uncomfortable. I’m not entirely sure if I’ll be able to make the adjustment,” he explained.

“Well, that’s what this two week trail basis is about. To figure it out. If it doesn’t work out, then it wasn’t for you. You’ll feel better knowing, I think.”

“I hope so...what about you? What have you been doing?”

“Writing, actually. I finally finished the vague sort of planning stages of that new novel idea I got and have actually moved into writing territory. Got that initial starting-out burst and wrote like four chapters. That’s probably honestly the biggest reason I was holed up in my apartment.” She paused. “Am I neglecting you?” she asked suddenly. “I’ve...been known to do that.”

“No,” he replied. “So far, you haven’t neglected me.”

“Okay, good. Will you please tell me if you’re feeling neglected?”

“I...suppose so.”

She stopped and looked at him. “That’s not a very definitive answer.”

He hesitated, considering it. “I don’t want to seem whiny, or clingy.”

“Derek, don’t worry about that. I will tell you if I think you’re being either of those things. If you feel neglected, tell me. To my face. Okay? I really like this relationship, and I want it to keep working, but that takes effort from both us, that takes open, honest, and consistent communication. Understood?” she asked.

“Understood,” he replied. He couldn’t help but smile. “I really like this relationship too.”

She smirked and started walking again. “Of course you do. I’m awesome.”

He laughed. “You are. So what is this place we’re going to?” he asked.

“Kind of a basic BDSM club. Given how you’ve been treating me and Chloe and Juliet, I figured that this is something we need to explore. I’m going to find you a hot, horny, submissive whore and we’re going to take her into a room and strap her down, and you are going to beat her and fuck her brains out. I want you to cut loose, try and stretch those BDSM muscles. Push your boundaries a little, see how much too much, how far is too far.”

“Okay,” he said, considering it. “I’ll...do a bit of a BDSM workout.”

“Good. Come on.”

…

The club was called Whiplash.

It was a large metal building with lots of frosted windows, (and some clear windows, showing several sex-charged scenes), and a big, red neon sign. Anya led him in through the front door without hesitation.

The interior was busy.

There was a stage off to the far right with a lot of couches in front of it. A show was in the process of happening, a naked cyvit was strapped down to an upraised platform, spread eagle. She was very beautiful, and gagged currently, and a dysil man was moving around her, snapping her occasionally with a whip.

There were about fifty people in the crowd.

On the opposite of the room, through a broad doorway, he could see what seemed like a lounge, with more people relaxing, eating, drinking. “There’s a sauna here, too. And a pool. And a lot of hot tubs, of course,” Anya said as she led him in between these two places towards a desk at the back. There was a door that that led, no doubt, to a multitude of rooms where people could practice all manner of BDSM.

A tall quine woman stood behind the counter. Derek found his eyes drawn to her. She was beautiful. He knew that among all the species, the quine were the ones that seemed to be the most reviled among humans that had problems with aliens. It probably had to do with the fact that they seemed more alien due to their gray skin and bald heads and large, luminous black eyes. They were naturally from an underwater society. He knew that some of them had surgeries done, implants spliced in, that allowed them to live permanently above water.

“Hello,” she said, smiling sweetly at them. “What can I do for you?”

“We need a room for an hour. And a woman.” Anya looked at him. “Derek, what are you in the mood for?” she asked.

“A human,” he said after a bit of consideration.

“Hmm, interesting. A human woman,” she said, looking back at the quine.

“Okay.” She tapped the counter and part of it suddenly turned into a screen divided up into a grid. She typed something into her keyboard and the grid filled with pictures of women. “These are the human women we currently have available.”

Derek and Anya moved closer, studying the screen. There were a lot of beautiful women. He scrolled down a little, then caught sight of a pale brunette grinning shyly at the camera, a look of sexy submission on her beautiful face, chewing on her lower lip.

He looked at her name: Alexa.

“You want to dominate the fuck out of her, don’t you?” Anya asked, a smirk in her voice.

“Yes,” he replied immediately.

He selected Alexa and paid the fee for an hour. The quine told them the room number and let them into the back area. Despite the sex he’d had earlier, he found himself already getting intensely aroused at the idea. He thought some of it had to do with the atmosphere of sex this place, but a lot of it probably had to do with the fact that he was really going to dive into this sexual desire he had, but had not gotten a chance to explore all that much. This want, this yearning he had to be rough, violent even, during sex.

This thing that made him uncomfortable.

He supposed that was, probably at its core, what Desire was all about. Sexual exploration and liberation.

They found the appropriate door and opened it up.

Inside was a room designed for all sorts of devious things. Derek took it in at a glance as they came inside, closing the door behind them. There were straps and chains all over the walls, two rigged harnesses hanging from the ceiling, a long, large table along the far right wall with lots of straps and cuffs attached to it. Over to the left was an actual stockade for someone to be bent over in, their wrists and neck locked securely in between two pieces of polished wood. There was also a contraption of what looked like adjustable padded metal arms attached to a central body with straps over them. No doubt meant for manipulation of whoever was strapped in. Dominating all of this in the center was an enormous bed.

And lying on the bed, wearing a see-through nightgown, was Alexa.

“Hello,” she said demurely, smiling at them. “I’m ready to pleasure you.”

“We’re more than ready to be pleasured,” Anya replied, taking off her shirt and kicking her shoes off. “Let’s get right to it, Derek. I want you to fucking destroy her.”

“Let’s see what I can do,” Derek replied, trying to let himself get into this.

He quickly shucked his clothing, staring Alexa the whole time. She was even hotter in person. Like most of the women he liked, she was tall, maybe just an inch shy of himself, and she had a curvy, busty build, and lots of flawless pale skin. Her shoulder-length brunette hair was down, framing her achingly beautiful face.

She stared at him with bright, expectant blue eyes.

He climbed onto the bed with her, wondering what it was he was going to do to her first. Well, make her naked, he supposed. Reaching out, Derek grabbed a handful of her thin nightgown and yanked, pulling the thing easily off of her, rendering her naked in an instant. Alexa let out a small gasp and he laid down on top of her, pressing his lips to hers and groping her roughly. He took one of her large breasts in his grasp, squeezing and massaging it. It felt perfect, like Anya’s. He was already mostly hard now.

He suddenly wanted to fuck her in the mouth. So that’s exactly what he did. Stopping kissing her abruptly, he quickly mounted her face and shoved his cock into her mouth. She let out a muffled moan as he started fucking her in the mouth. “That’s right, take it you fucking whore,” he growled, grabbing her and really pounding her head into the pillow, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat over and over again.

“Fuck her, Derek. Use that bitch like the slutty fuck toy she is,” Anya whispered.

Alexa moaned in response.

He kept going, making her gag as he shoved his cock down her throat, letting himself get into this, letting himself use and abuse this beautiful escort. After about a minute of this, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her wrist as she coughed. He found a cuff that was attached to an elastic band, which was in turn attached to the bed, and locked her wrist into place. He quickly did the same with her other wrist, and as he turned, saw that Anya had already secured her ankles. He pointed at a nearby table.

“Gag,” he said.

Anya retrieved it for him, slapped it into his waiting palm, and he quickly fitted the ball-gag into place over Alexa’s mouth.

Lying there nude like that, spread-eagle, gagged and bound, she looked absurdly erotic. Ready to be used like a sex toy. It was time to get going with this, time to stretch and see the boundaries of how far he was willing to take this whole thing. He climbed on top of her, laying down in between her thick, pale thighs, his stomach churning violently now, heart hammering in his chest. He was so turned on that it was almost painful.

Lying down, he fitted his throbbing cock up against her pussy, feeling the heat coming off of her. She squirmed and moaned as he put the head just inside the opening. Then he began to push inside of her. She was so fucking wet, so slick that he slipped into her tight pussy. She moaned even louder and Derek groaned with her. As he started fucking her, sliding in and out of her pussy, filling it with his steel hard cock again and again, he thought that there was a certain irony to his lust towards her. In a way, he’d almost come full circle.

For most of his life, he’d been attracted to alien women. That attraction had become so powerful, fueled by the fact that he never had any opportunities to actually do anything with alien women, that soon it overshadowed and then eclipsed his lust towards women of his own species. He still found them attractive, still liked having sex with them, but it seemed to pale in comparison to the sex he imagined having with aliens.

And with all the sex he’d been getting over the past several weeks from all sorts of aliens, that had been...well, satisfied wasn’t the word. He wasn’t sure how long it was going to take to satisfy that urge for more than a few hours, but he no longer wondered. And so as his lust for alien women shrank to more reasonable levels, he realized that his lust for women of his own species was coming back into focus. He supposed he should have realized that with Juliet, but he thought he was so turned on for her simply because she was abnormally attractive, and because she had been the first woman from Desire to fuck him.

But here and now, with a beautiful buxom brunette named Alexa, fucking her brains out as she was bound and gagged, he was remembering a time when he would have given his left arm to fuck a woman as hot as her.

And it was only enhanced by the fact that it was hitting his BDSM button, which he hadn’t even known was a thing until recently.

Alexa was moaning and screaming as he fucked her amazing bare pussy, slamming into it, making the bed shake and shudder.

“She’s been a bad girl, Derek,” Anya said.

He looked over at her. She was standing to his right, nude and stunning, staring at him with wide, lust-filled eyes.

“Has she now?” he asked, looking back at her.

“Yes. Punish her. Punish her hard, Derek. Don’t hold back.”

Derek reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair by the roots, yanking her head up. “Have you been a bad girl?” he asked. She moaned and nodded. “Have you, you fucking whore? You know what I have to do now.”

She mumbled something that sounded like punish me.

He reached up and undid the gag. “I want to hear you scream, bitch,” he said, tossing it away.

“Please,” she moaned, gasping for breath. “Please-”

He slapped her across the face hard enough that it jerked her head to the side. The sound of skin meeting skin was incredibly loud in the room. She moaned. “Oh, master, please, I’ve been a bad fucking whore,” she moaned.

He slapped her again. Her pale skin was reddening now.

“Harder, master,” she moaned. “I was really bad.”

He punched her in the ribs. She cried out. “Yes...” She almost growled the word. He punched her twice more in the ribs, in quick succession, one after the other, and she cried out again.

“Keep going, she’s gonna pop,” Anya said. “I can tell.”

“Yes. Please...” Alexa groaned loudly.

Derek felt both aroused and uncomfortable. He’d never been around someone who was this into getting beaten. Or, well, at least as far as he knew. Sexual preferences were things that could, and often were, hidden easily.

He slapped her three more times, then, deciding to go for broke, he balled up his fist once more and socked her in the eye.

That did it. Alexa let out a loud, prolonged scream of pleasure and he felt her pussy start to twitch and spasm and jerk. He fucked her orgasming vagina as a spray of feminine sex juices escaped around his cock and she screamed her way through her orgasm. When it was over, Derek decided it was time to do something more.

“All right, bitch, up,” he snapped, pulling out of her.

He and Anya quickly undid her bindings. “Hands and knees!” he screamed, slapping her.

“Yes, master,” she whispered, getting onto her hands and knees.

“Make use of her,” Derek said, and Anya grinned and nodded. While his girlfriend got settled into place, grabbed Alexa’s head, and forced her beautiful face into her orange pussy, Derek hunted down some cuffs. Once he had them, he got back onto the bed, grabbed Alexa’s arms, pulled them back and cuffed her.

Her big, pale ass was in the air now. He got onto his knees behind her and shoved his cock back into her, then began violently pounding her from behind. Alexa let out a loud scream of pleasure, muffled by Anya’s crotch, as he drilled into her. He slapped her fat white ass, then did it again, reddening the skin and causing her to cry out.

Apparently, Anya was horny and keyed up as hell, because it didn’t take but another minute or so of this to get her off. She let out a shriek of pleasure, of sexual release, as she buried Alexa’s face in her crotch and came all over it.

“Yesyesyesyesyes!” she screamed incoherently as she orgasmed.

That was too much for him. Derek started coming in that amazingly perfect pussy of hers, groaning loudly and hunching forward, over the curve of her huge pale ass. He reached down and under her, grabbing hot handfuls of her huge, perfect tits, crying out as he started coming into her. He filled her up, pumped her pussy full of his seed in hard, twitching contractions. Pleasure washed through him and then he could feel her coming again, coming on his dick and spraying her own sex juices out as he filled her.

The three of them moaned and screamed and came together.

When it was over, he pulled out of her, then got up on unsteady feet and hunted down the key to the cuff. Coming back, he undid them and set them aside. “Get up, wash up,” he said to her, sitting down heavily on the bed. “I’m not done yet.”

“Yes, master,” Alexa whispered, pulling her head from Anya’s crotch and getting up. She staggered over to the shower, turned it on and quickly began cleaning herself.

“I’m done,” Anya said softly, letting out a deep breath. “So done. I’m spent after that fucking orgasm.”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” he said, grinning at her, staring at her perfect, naked, orange body as she lounged like some kind of lazy sex demoness on the bed.

She smirked back at him. “Same. You want to do dinner after that?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Wanna bring her?” They both looked over at her.

“Yes,” he said. “I do.”

“Alexa, you up for dinner with us after this?”

“Okay,” she replied. “I was planning on making this the end of my shift, final fuck of the day, and you two seem pretty cool.”

“Thanks...now finish up and get the fuck over here,” Derek replied.

“Yes, sir,” she said, and quickly finished washing up. Once she was done and dry, she hurried over to him. He’d since found some lube. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her across the room to the stockade he’d seen earlier. Lifting it up, he fitted her neck and wrists into the holes, then lowered the top and locked her into place.

Now she stood, bound and bent over. Derek quickly lubed up his cock, then tossed the tube onto the bed. From the moment he’d gotten a look at that huge, pale, well-padded ass, he knew he’d have to fuck it.

“I haven’t punished you enough yet,” he said as he got up against her.

“Oh, master...” she moaned.

He laid his cock at the entrance of her ass and began to work his way up it. Holy fuck she had a fantastically tight ass. Alexa let out a loud moan of intense pleasure as he shoved his cock up her fat, pale ass. The pleasure hit him like a drug. It was a lot like when he fucked Anya or Juliet up the ass. He loved their thick, well-shaped asses, how good it felt, the absolute sexual gratification. He grabbed her broad hips, held on tightly, and really started fucking her up the ass. Alexa screamed and pushed back against him.

“Yes, master!” she screamed. “Yes, master! Fuck me! Punish me like a fucking whore!”

Fucking goddamn that was so hot. He kept pounding her, sliding his cock in and out of her huge ass, and knew he was close to orgasming a second time. He slapped her ass hard, causing her to moan loudly, and then he was coming.

The orgasm surprised him, as it seemed to simply explode into existence. No welling up, no build, just slam! There it was. He moaned, hunching over her, his hips jerking violently in automatic response to the rapturous climax that was tearing through him. He filled her ass up with his seed as he came once more.

It was shorter, though more intense, than the last one, and when he was finished, he pulled out of her and began getting the stockade undone.

“Thanks,” he murmured as she stood up.

“Thank you,” she replied. “That was great.” She looked at him, then at Anya. “So, I believe I was invited to dinner?”

“Yes,” Anya said, slowly getting up. “Shower, then dinner.”

Derek followed the two women over to the shower cubicle.

…

A feeling of unease settled over Derek as they showered, dressed, and then headed out of the club, hunting for a suitable place to have dinner. He didn’t know why, but he felt guilty and nervous, and a bit anxious.

He kept looking at Alexa. Probably what really made him keep coming back to that was her black eye. He’d really hit her, harder than he intended to, and now she wore that mark. She didn’t seem upset and chatted happily and easily with them, telling them about her life aboard Desire. They found a place to eat, a small sandwich and soup shop. Once they’d ordered, the three of them settled into a booth, him sitting next to Anya.

“You doing okay?” Anya asked, nudging him. “You got quiet.”

“I’m just…feeling weird,” he replied, looking at Alexa.

“Why?” she asked, looking back at him.

“Hitting women makes me feel weird. Bad, actually.”

“Oh! Okay. So you’re...kinda new to this then?” she asked. He nodded. “That makes sense. If it makes you feel any better, I really got off on that. You did a great job.”

“I’m not...sure that makes me feel better. I mean, I’m glad you got off, I’m less certain about the fact that I’m apparently really good at abusing women.”

“It isn’t real abuse,” Anya said.

“I know, it just feels weird. I mean, really, it feels weird that I like doing it.”

“I understand precisely what you’re going through,” Alexa said. “Although from the opposite end of the spectrum, but the feelings, I imagine, are about the same.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I’m a total submissive, and I get off on being abused. I mean...what the hell does that say about me?” she replied. “That’s what I always used to worry about. Just what the hell does it say about me as a woman, as a person, that I get off on being slapped and screamed at and spit on? That I fantasize about getting captured and forced to fuck? That I love getting choked? I tried to deny it for a long time, then finally started getting into it in my early twenties, finally letting myself experiment. I actually got really lucky, because I managed to get with a guy that was a very good man, and into domination, and he showed me all about that world. About my desires, helped me find the words, the thoughts, to deal with and understand what I wanted.

“It took several years, but he and his friends really helped me figure it all out. I stopped feeling guilty. I stopped feeling ashamed. I stopped feeling disgusted with myself.” Alexa reached over and took one of his hands in hers. “It’s just roleplay. It’s just for fun. What you do in the bedroom, your kinks, provided you are respectful to your partner, doesn’t really reflect on the rest of your life. You obviously don’t actually want to abuse anyone, I don’t think. And you wouldn’t do these things to someone who wasn’t consenting. Derek...whatever your thoughts might be, it’s your actions, it’s what you do that matters.”

Their food came then. As his soup and sandwich was set in front of him, he was briefly overwhelmed by hunger and began to eat. “I guess you’re right,” he said after a few minutes. “I think...I’ll just need a bit longer to figure all this out. But, thank you, for helping me. And thank you, Anya, for having me come out here and do this. Not exploring my wants in a safe environment, just letting them sit and maybe fester, is a bad idea.”

“It is, and you’re welcome,” Anya replied.

“I’m glad I could help you,” Alexa said.

Derek didn’t think he’d figured it out all yet, that would take time, but he at least felt like he’d made some progress tonight.

And that was fine.

CHAPTER 06

“Derek...we need to talk.”

He felt cold at hearing that, especially considering it was the first thing out of Chloe’s mouth as soon as he stepped into their apartment.

“I don’t like where this going,” he replied, closing the door behind him. He’d actually intended to talk with Chloe, as today was their last day together, the final day in her two week contract. He’d honestly been wanting to renew, because he thought they had settled into a fairly good routine. But from the look on her face, he could tell that he had been quite wrong. She didn’t look angry or upset, but more...determined, and final.

“I know,” she said, and her features softened slightly. “But we need to.” She patted the couch next to her. “Come, sit.”

It was weird to see her suddenly being in control after two weeks of mostly being submissive, though not really a surprise. The other side of her personality, which was calm, confident, in control, surfaced every now and then.

He crossed the room and sat down next to her.

“I’m just going to come out with it,” she said, and he braced himself. “This isn’t working out for me.”

“...oh,” he said quietly, and was surprised by how much that hit him.

Damn, it hurt.

Chloe reached out and took his hand in her small, pale, hot ones. She smiled, a little sadly, at him. “Derek, I’m sorry,” she said. “You’re a good man. I actually, genuinely like you. You’re sweet and kind and caring, you’re very easy to relax around, you’re thoughtful and respectful. You’re spectacular in bed. But that’s the problem. While you totally get me off in the bedroom, you dominate the fuck out of me, you know all the right buttons, you can scream and hit and demean really fucking good, but...it isn’t working outside of the bedroom.”

“I’m trying...I tried, I mean,” he replied.

“I know, and your effort was noticed and appreciated. I think that, if you were able to keep it up with more consistency, on a day to day basis, this would work. But...I don’t think you can. More importantly, I don’t think you should. This isn’t you, Derek. And that’s okay. We just aren’t compatible, and it’s not our fault. It’s just...the way it is. And I’m not upset, I’m not mad at you or disappointed. I’m sad, because I did want this work, but one thing I had to figure out, I think everyone on this station at one point had to, or will have to, is that you need to be able to not only identify when a relationship isn’t working out, but being able to end it. So I’m ending it, but on good terms. You’re great in the bedroom, and I think you should keep going with that. It clearly gets you off, and it clearly got me off. And Anya. But you’re too sweet and kind to be like that in your everyday life. That’s not really a positive or a negative, it just...is what it is.”

She fell silent, staring at him with her bright, white eyes, as if gauging, or waiting for, his reaction.

“I...am going to miss you,” he said, because what else could he say?

She was right. They were incompatible, and it would be unreasonable of one to ask the other to change. And he didn’t want to try and talk her into staying, first because he knew he couldn’t, secondly, and most importantly, because he did respect her wishes.

She smiled and leaned forward, wrapping him in a tight hug. “I know, Derek. I’ll miss you, too. And hey, this doesn’t have to be goodbye forever. I can probably come for a visit between jobs, or...” she smirked suddenly. “Well, depending on my partner, sneaking off to fuck an old friend is a really good reason to be punished really hard.” She chewed on her lower lip, and he could tell she was imagining it.

“I’d welcome a visit from you,” he said.

She came back to herself. “Sorry. And good. I’ll be sure to visit sometime. Now...” She pulled back from the hug and fixed him with a sultry gaze, wearing a submissive smile that he’d become very familiar with over the past two weeks. “How about we have some goodbye sex...master?”

Despite his feelings, he felt a shiver of lust ripple through him. Derek reached out and grabbed her wrist, then stood up and yanked her up with him.

“Get your fucking clothes off,” he said.

“Yes, master,” she replied.

…

“So she’s gone?” Anya asked.

“Yeah. She’s already gone. Packed her stuff and left,” Derek replied.

They were walking together down one of the thousands of thoroughfares on Desire. Anya took his hand. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

He wasn’t sure how to respond. This whole thing still felt weird for more than one reason. He had fucked Chloe’s brains out, and had choked her until she was on the verge of passing out. She’d gone into kind of a grayed out state and he’d been briefly worried, but she’d been really turned on when she’d come back fully to herself, and that had planted something of a seed in his head, something dark and that disturbed him a little.

But it was something he wanted to try.

“Well, this whole thing was a trial basis,” he replied, trying to sound better than he was really feeling. In a way, that was the thing that was confusing him the most: how much this was upsetting him. He’d gone into it knowing that it probably wasn’t going to work out, that it wasn’t going to get serious and he already had a woman in his life who was serious. Or, well, more serious than he had planned to get with Chloe.

But there was something about having her there, waiting for him at home. Something about her sleeping beside him every night, and just being a part of all of the little things in his life. Anya had been there to a lot, more over the past week. She’d spent the night four out of the seven days. And that was another thing that was fucking with him. He felt guilty, like he was cheating or something, even though he wasn’t intending to.

And there was another part of him that was relieved that Chloe was going, because he wasn’t sure he liked where it was going for two main reasons. The first being that, well, he didn’t want her to eclipse Anya. But the second reason was that he didn’t like how much he was beginning to settle into ordering her around. It had occurred to him only in the past few days that he had started, every now and then, telling Anya to do something instead of asking her. If she noticed, she hadn’t said anything, and he didn’t like that upon realizing it.

The seed was there, he knew now. The seed of domination. And while he didn’t want to ignore it or try to cut it out or pretend it wasn’t there, he also did not want to water it and nurture it this much. He thought that keeping it confined to the bedroom was probably about the perfect balance, the best way to keep it in check.

“So...are you okay?” Anya asked.

He realized that they’d been walking and not talking for a few minutes now.

“I am...I think,” he replied. “I kinda feel bad, like...I shouldn’t really be upset about her leaving, you know? And it feels weird talking to you about this because I’m telling you that I’m sad that a woman I was living with and fucking is leaving me, when you’re my literal girlfriend.”

“I understand,” she replied. “You’re...feeling a lot of things right now, I imagine. Do you want to do something, to take your mind off of it? I think you need a distraction, because when you’re distracted, your brain tends to sort things out for itself in the background. And I think you know what you want, and how to react to it, logically speaking, but you need time for your emotions to catch up with your logic.”

“That...makes a lot of sense,” he said, nodding slowly. “Okay, well, there are a few things I’ve been thinking about lately.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked. They stopped and took a seat in a bench that overlooked an artificial park that looked pretty real. It had trees and shrubs and a little river running through it. She took his hand and laced their fingers together.

“I’ve been thinking about what you, and Chloe, were telling me about the...darker things, that I want to do. I don’t want to cut loose completely, indulge it all the time, but I also don’t want to try and hide it either. So I’ve decided that I’m going to try a few more things, some specific things, that I’ve wanted to do.”

“I’m all ears,” Anya said, grinning broadly now. She was definitely in her element now. “What do you want to do? I can hook you up.”

“Two things specifically came to mind,” he said, and now his heart was starting to beat a bit harder, and all his other thoughts and feelings were slowly becoming eclipsed by lust and desire. “The first thing I want to do is choke a woman into unconsciousness during sex, and then keep fucking her while she’s unconscious.”

“Wow,” Anya said, grinning broadly. “Hot. Yeah, I can totally set that up. I think there’s only one little caveat to go along with that.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“The women who are into this, typically they want to be filmed, because, well...obviously they can’t really enjoy being used like a fucktoy while they’re unconscious. So they want to see a video of them getting fucked in their sleep, or unconscious state. If you’re really uncomfortable with that, I’m sure I can track down someone, but it’ll be harder.”

He thought about it for a moment. “I think I’d be okay with that. I mean, I’d be kinda nervous about, you know, a video of me basically choking a woman out and fucking her when, I imagine, she’ll be fighting back...”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s all taken care of. And no one here is going to try and fuck you over like that. We don’t do that here, and we ensure that no one else does too. And even if, God forbid, something like that does end up happening, we have an expert legal team. To protect both parties. Okay, good. We can set that up easily. What’s the other thing?”

He opened his mouth, then closed and looked around nervously. “It’s...a bit more fucked up,” he admitted.

“Come on...tell me about the dark, filthy, fucked up thing you want to do to some hot slut out there on Desire,” Anya said, and her eyes were bright with desire and interest. Sometimes he wondered how deep her own dark desires went.

“I want...” he hesitated further, then plunged on. “I want to pick up a woman at a bar, bring her back to my apartment, then force her to have sex with me.”

Anya snorted. “Is that it?” she asked. “I thought it was going to be crazier than that.”

“That seems pretty fucked up to me.”

“I know, but it only seems that way cause you’re still having a bit of trouble differentiating between living a fantasy and people who actually, in real life, do stuff like this. Listen, that’s totally a thing we can do. It’ll be fine. That’s actually a pretty common fantasy. There’s bars that are set up, specifically, for that. Now, I can come with you, or I can bring you to where you want to go and let you do it alone.”

“I...want you with me,” he said.

She smiled. “Good, I want to be with you.” They both stood up. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of like you.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I like you, too, Anya. A lot.”

“Come on. Which one do you want to do first?”

“Choking.”

“I figured. Let’s go find a slut to choke out.”

…

She took him to a three story building called Auto-Erotic. It looked like an apartment building. They walked in through the front door and went through the process of finding exactly what they were looking for.

He balked when he was asked to select the species of the woman he was looking for, because he didn’t know. And then Anya suggested a xenian, and he thought of Chloe, and that kind of triggered something in him, and he made his selection. What he ended up choosing was an extremely beautiful, pale, redheaded xenian woman who resembled a typical xenian except for one thing: she had very large breasts. He again felt that strangeness, that almost guilt, at being so cliché, at choosing the escort with the huge tits.

But, again, he figured, why not? It wasn’t like he refused to fuck anyone below a triple-d. He just...loved huge tits.

Derek didn’t think he was alone in that love.

The woman’s name was Lucy. His heart began to beat faster again as he and Anya finished up the process and were told where to go. They moved quickly into the building, down a long hallway, then up one flight of stairs.

“Nervous?” Anya asked as they hunted down the right door.

“Yeah, I am. Honestly, I’m nervous about hurting her. Like, actually hurting her.”

“Don’t worry, they’ve got all sorts of sensors and stuff in the walls and medical teams on standby. And I’ll be there, keeping watch. She’ll be okay.”

“Okay, good.”

They found the door and hit the buzzer. There was a pause, then the door slid open. The xenian woman from the photograph they’d seen stood before them, wearing a robe that was mostly open at the front, showing off a lot of pale breasts. Her vibrant, long red hair was pulled into a simple ponytail and she had a half-empty bottle of wine in hand.

“Hey,” she said. “You must be Derek and Anya.”

“Yep,” Derek replied as she turned and beckoned them in. “You must be Lucy.”

“That’s me.” She looked at them again. She seemed a little drunk. “You two are very hot,” she said. “I think this is gonna be fun.”

“I sure hope so,” Anya said.

“Now,” Lucy said, walking deeper into the room, which was simpler than the other setups he’d come across recently. Really, it just looked like a fancy hotel room. “I imagine you know what you’re getting into it, since you came here specifically, but I’d just like to be clear, because being clear is always a good idea.”

“It is,” Derek agreed.

“Good. I’m looking for you to fuck me, and at some point, choke me until I pass out, and then keep fucking me. I’m looking for abuse and degradation. I want you to scream at me, hit me, abuse me. I’d prefer if, after I was unconscious, you finished on my face. And, the biggest thing, I’m going to want this to be filmed. So I can watch it later.”

“That all sounds in line with what I was hoping for,” Derek said.

“And I can film it,” Anya said.

“Perfect! We’re golden then.” She took a deep drink from the bottle, then stood up and shrugged out of the robe, revealing her enormous rack. “Let’s get to it.”

Derek followed her over to the bed. As he got there, he kicked off his shoes and began to take off his clothes. Right now, he found that he wasn’t thinking about Chloe or her leaving or his sadness over that. Sex had a way of pushing all other thoughts out of the way, at least for a little while, which was high on its long list of appeals.

“There’s the camera,” Lucy said, pointing at a table near the bed. “I appreciate it.”

“Not a problem, I know how it can be,” Anya replied as she got the camera and began activating it. Derek stared as Lucy laid down on the bed, first sitting at its edge, then leaning back, propping herself up on her elbows, staring at him. Her huge breasts looked almost unreal compared to the rest of her. She was curvy for a xenian, but still...they really stood out. He stepped up to the bed and rested his hands on her huge tits, squeezing and groping them.

“You recording?” Lucy asked, glancing briefly at Anya.

“Yup. Cut loose,” she replied.

Lucy suddenly slapped his hands away. “Don’t fucking touch me! Get the fuck out of my room!” she snapped, trying to stand up.

The speed with which he adjusted and transitioned to this sudden change said a lot about how far he’d come in stuff like this in just a few short weeks. As she was trying to get up, he placed his hands on her shoulders and shoved her back down into the bed, hard.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled.

“Fuck you!” Reaching up, she tried to shove him away. He easily gripped her hands and held them down, then got both her wrists together and held firmly in one hand. Holding her hands to the mattress, he looked down at her achingly beautiful, pale face, into her glowing white eyes, and slapped her hard.

“I said shut the fuck up,” he replied. “Talk to me like that again and I’ll-”

She spat at him. It missed, only barely. Goddamn, she was really getting into this. Well, so be it. He slapped her twice, hard, across the face. The sounds of skin hitting skin were very loud in the room. She grunted and twisted in his grasp.

“Get the fuck off of me!” she screamed.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he replied, and hastily got on top of her. When she tried to say something else as he straddled her face, he forced his cock into her mouth and started driving into her. He felt the head of his cock hitting the hot, wet back of her throat over and over, heard her gagging and choking, felt her struggling violently against him. He started fucking her in the mouth harder, making her gag even more. He could feel her hands beating against the backs of his thighs as she tried to get him off of her.

She seemed to have mastered the art of fighting just enough to seem real, without actually being effective against him.

It was really hot.

He pounded her skull into the mattress, making the bed shake as he shoved his cock down her throat over and over again. The pleasure wasn’t as good as if a woman was skillfully sucking him off, but the dark excitement he got from this particular sex act was more than enough. He kept going for another minute or so, then pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood up. “You ready to behave, you little slut?” he asked.

“Fuck you,” she gasped, coughing, struggling to her feet. “I’m going to cut your fucking throat,” she snarled.

“Goddamn, looks like I’m going to have to break you in some more,” he said, and when she tried to stand up, he socked her in the mouth.

She cried out, flying back onto the bed. While she was dazed, trying to deal with that, Derek stepped forward, grabbed her legs and yanked her roughly to him, so that her pussy was sitting right at the edge of the bed.

“Don’t you dare,” she gasped, struggling weakly. “Don’t you fucking dare stick your filthy alien cock into me.”

“Shut the fuck up!” he screamed, backhanding her hard. He realized that her lower lip was split and bleeding.

Jeez, she could really take a lot, and apparently keep asking for more.

He shoved his steel hard and pulsing cock into her hot, wet, tight as fucking hell alien pussy, making her scream as he did so.

“Stop! You son of a fucking bitch!” she shrieked, and this time he hit her in the ribs. She cried out and fell silent for a moment. He held her shoulders down, shoving her roughly into the mattress as he continued pounding the absolute fuck out of her. Fuck, her pussy felt incredible, and the way he was fucking her, he was getting sex from her, only made the whole experience that much more intoxicating. His cock was throbbing powerfully in reaction to the over-stimulation of pleasure. His stomach was churning in dark enthusiasm.

“Get off me,” she moaned, trying to closer her legs, to push him away.

“Shut up,” he snapped, and slapped her again. He forced her legs open again roughly, then began groping her huge tits once more. “You’re going to lay there and take it like the worthless fucking slut you are, do you hear me? And I’m going to fucking fill you up. I’m going to blow my fucking load inside of you, and you’re going to take it, and you’re going to fucking like it.”

“No!” she screamed, and began struggling again. “Don’t you fucking do it! I’ll break your fucking neck if you come in me you sick fuck!” she shrieked.

Now she was really fighting. Acting frustrated, he suddenly socked her in the ribs again, then wrapped both of his hands around her slender pale neck. She gasped as he clamped down, closing off her airway, and grabbed at his wrists. Lucy tugged at them ineffectually as he kept pounding the living fuck out of her, feeling the immense sexual satisfaction burning slowly through him. She was choking out words now, begging him to stop, but he didn’t. He laid on the pressure, hands closed tightly around her throat, cutting off her air.

Slowly, her struggles weakened, and he kept pounding her, sliding cock in and out of her perfect alien vagina.

Lucy’s hands fell away from his wrists and her arms went limp, her whole body did. He let go of her throat, suddenly worried, and she took in a deep, gasping breath, but she didn’t wake up. She was out. Totally unconscious. He slapped her a few times and she didn’t respond at all. “That’s fucking better,” he growled, then kept going, really starting to slam her into the mattress, making the bed shake violently.

“This is so fucking hot,” Anya whispered.

“Good,” he replied. After a moment, he wanted a different position, so he pulled out of her, got onto the bed and pulled her roughly up into a new position. It was weird, manipulating a slack body like this, and a little creepy, but also darkly exciting. Once he had her on her back, he shoved her legs open once more, laid down in between them, and set immediately back to work. He pounded her pussy even harder this time, slamming into it, making the headboard bang violently into the wall, groaning at the raw pleasure of it.

“That’s fucking right bitch,” he gasped. “I fucking told you not to talk back to me, and now look what happened to you you stupid, worthless slut.” He slapped her across the face a few more times, really getting into it, then did it one more time, really hard. “Bitch!” he snarled, and that was it, he was about to come.

“I changed my mind,” he said, and pulled out of her. “I’m gonna go all over your fucking face bitch, and you can wake up to that.”

He quickly clambered up her body, barely holding onto his orgasm, and managed to get into position. He saw that Anya was closer now, filming the money shot. Derek groaned loudly as he started jacking off and then he was coming all over her pale, alien face. His dick kicked violently in his hands, spitting out thick, stringy spurts of his clearish-white seed. It got onto her lips and her cheeks and her nose, some onto her forehead and her neck. It was getting fucking everywhere. Near the end, he opened her mouth and shoved his cock into it, laying across her and fucking her in the mouth one more time, moaning again, louder, at the extra heat and pleasure. His dick kicked a few more times, then his orgasm was finished.

Carefully, he pulled out of her mouth, then sat down.

“There’s a good fuck toy,” he said, patting one of her thighs. He looked over at Anya, who was just lowering the camera. “How was that?” he asked.

“She’s gonna love you when she wakes up,” Anya replied. “I mean, fuck, that was so goddamned hot. You really gave it to her. I believed you, both of you. I really think this might be one for her records.”

“Huh, awesome,” Derek replied.

They stayed with Lucy, waiting for her to wake up. He took the time to get a warm washcloth ready for her. After a few minutes, she inhaled deeply and her eyes fluttered open. Slowly, she sat up, put a hand to her face. It came away sticky and she stared at it, blinking several times. “Oh wow,” she said. “You blew a big load.”

“I did,” he agreed. “Here.”

“Oh...thank you,” she said, still sounding dazed as she accepted the cloth and slowly began to wash her face off. “Was it good? I mean, it was fantastic, the parts I could remember. Damn, you are good at this.”

“It was good,” Anya confirmed. “He used you like a worthless fucktoy.”

“Oh God, that sounds so fucking hot, let me see it,” she said. After finishing up with the cloth, she accepted the camera and sat down on the bed, staring into the small display as she had it replay the clip they’d recorded.

It was surreal, watching a video of himself forcing this beautiful woman to have sex. Anya was right, it really did look real. It was kind of unnerving. He looked pissed, and she looked like she was actually trying to fight him off. Then again, he already knew that Lucy could act pretty realistically. Lucy began to breath heavily as she watched the whole thing.

“Wow,” she whispered. “You’re good at this.”

“Thanks,” he murmured. Now that he’d actually blown his load, he was a little less sure of himself. He’d really started letting go and it had come pretty easily, especially given what Anya and Lucy were telling him.

“That’s one for the record,” she said, turning and staring at him. “I honestly don’t get all that many clients, because not a great deal of people are into this. Although I guess I’m lucky that not a whole lot of women are into being on the receiving end to this extreme. So...thank you. I know you paid for it and I’m an escort, but that was good,” she added.

“You’re welcome, and thank you,” he replied. “It felt amazing.”

“If you ever wanna do this again, let me know. I can swing by your apartment, I’m not exactly starving for credits right now.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly at that. “Um...okay. You can find my profile online, right?” he asked.

“Yep. I got your info.” She smiled and gave him a hug.

He hugged her back, still feeling strange. They said their goodbyes and headed out of the building, back into the artificial night.

…

“So that was interesting,” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“It sure was. You made another friend. You wanna get your fuck on again? That bar I was talking about isn’t too far away. We could pick up a chick and have her back at your place within the hour,” she said.

He considered it. Doing that stuff with Lucy had definitely cranked him up, made him hornier. Normally when he blew his load he didn’t really care about sex during the immediate time that followed, but now...well, now he felt pretty keyed up and ready to commit some more dark, fucked up, deviant sex acts.

“Yes,” he said. “I want to do that.”

“Then let’s get to it, handsome.”

She took his hand and led him through the thoroughfares. They wound their way through the crowds and before too long, they came to the bar that Anya was hunting for. It was called Catch & Release.

“Wow,” he said, looking up at it. “That’s a little...”

“Fucked up? Yeah, that’s the point. Come on, dear.”

As they stepped into the bar, someone stopped them and explained to them the nature of the bar. He imagined it was for everyone’s safety, given that this didn’t look any different from any other bar on the station, as far as he could tell. They were told about the basic nature of the bar and, once they got that out of the way, Anya accepted a blue bandanna and tied it around her arm, to indicate that she was not there for what almost all of the other women were there for. As soon as they were cut loose, the pair headed into the bar.

“So...who catches your eye?” Anya asked quietly in his ear.

He was already scanning the sea of faces. There had to be over a hundred people inside, as the bar was pretty sizable. A lot of people were already engaged in conversation, but there were some women who were still sitting alone at tables or booths. He saw a cyvit, a dysil, a pair of xenians, several human women…

For some reason, he was really in the mood to do this with a human woman. So he looked at those who were in the bar right now, still feeling odd about all of this. It was so strange that he was actually planning on doing this, and that there was a place designed for it. Derek found his eyes drawn to a woman with black hair, cut a little short, and skin with a healthy pale glow. She was a little petite, not unlike a xenian, wearing a black dress, sitting alone at a booth. He felt a shudder of lust move through him.

“Her,” he said.

“Ooh, she’s really cute,” Anya murmured, following his gaze.

“Yep. Let’s go.”

They made their way slowly across the bar. A few guys, more than a few actually, looked at Anya, but they all turned away. There must have been something in her demeanor, in the way she was walking, the way she held herself, that signaled no, she wasn’t here for what most of the other women were here for. Well, that and the blue bandanna.

They looked disappointed.

Derek didn’t blame them.

The sexy pale woman with the short, dark hair looked over at them as they approached. He could tell she was at least buzzed, probably on her way to drunk. He almost hesitated, as that made the whole thing a little more uncomfortable. But...well, she was here intentionally. She had to know. And she smiled at them.

“Hey there,” she said.

“Hello, mind if we sit down?” Derek asked.

“Not at all. I’m Madison,” she said, grinning at them. They slipped into the booth across from her. “So what brings you around here?”

“Looking for some company for the night,” Anya replied. “I’m Anya. He’s Derek.”

“Oh...nice to meet you,” she said. “Company’s nice,” she added.

“Do you live here, on the station?” Derek asked.

“Yeah. I’m a writer, actually.”

“Oh really?” Anya asked, leaning in. “What do you write?”

“Cheesy star-crossed romances,” she replied, snorted and then taking another long drink. “I’ve got three fucking series going on right now. It’s all I do. I haven’t actually been out in a little while. I used to be a prostitute. Did that for several years, got tired of it, finally decided to take a shot at writing and what do you know? People liked it. A lot.”

“What’s your name? I mean, pen name?”

“Haley Harlot.”

Anya’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re HH? Seriously?”

She laughed and twisted her lips, staring down into her drink. “Yeah.” She looked up. “That’s not gonna like...scare you away, is it?”

“What? No,” Anya replied. She looked at Derek.

“Fuck no,” he replied.

She laughed, a loud, genuine sound that seemed like it surprised her. “Good. I’m glad. I’ve honestly been out of the sex game for a little bit. I’ve really just been phoning up escorts to come to my place and fuck me, or hooking up with the occasional person out of the fucking hundreds that ding my profile.”

“I know how you feel,” Anya said. “I’m a bit of a reclusive too. And I’m also a writer.”

Madison’s eyes flashed. “Oh really? What do you write?”

“The thing I’m best known for is Star Love, but honestly I haven’t-”

“Wait,” she interrupted. “Star Love? You’re that Anya? Oh my God, I fucking loved Star Love. I knew you looked familiar. You are a fucking torture artist.”

Anya laughed uncomfortably. “What? Why?”

“You are so fucking good at writing and you’ve only written four books!”

“I’m not that good. You’re obviously better.”

Madison shook her head. “No, I’m not better, I just write more. My stuff is formulaic and repetitive and kind of generic. Just a lot of hot interspecies fuck tales and stupid love stories. No, what you write is real, Anya. I can fucking feel it, the emotions. I mean, I get invested in your stories,” she said.

Anya shifted uncomfortably. “Well...thanks.”

Madison suddenly looked at Derek. “You wanna get out of here? Is your place far?”

“Not too far,” Derek replied. “And yes. Let’s go.”

“Perfect.”

The three of them got up and headed out of the bar. As they began walking back to his place, he felt that dark excitement beginning to swell. He slipped an arm around Madison’s waist, testing the waters to see if the narrative was still in place, because that wasn’t exactly how he’d expected that conversation to go.

Madison tried to pull away, not with a lot of firmness, and he tightened his grip, grabbing her hip and pulling her against him.

She didn’t try to pull away again.

Okay, good. So she was still into this. Because he was. She was extremely beautiful and alluring. She chatted lightly with them as they walked on, hurrying back to his place. He could feel his erection in his pants, straining against the fabric. He noticed they weren’t talking about books anymore. This conversation seemed a bit more manufactured, a bit stilted. So Madison was getting into it, building the narrative of the drunk woman who was being talked into coming back to someone’s place...and beginning to regret it.

Derek pushed aside the discomfort once more as they reached his place and he led her into his apartment.

“This is my place,” he said. She squirmed away from him as they came inside. Anya shut and locked the door behind them.

“Nice,” she said quietly. “What do you do?”

“I’m a technician,” he replied. He took her hand and led her over to the couch, where he sat down and pulled her down into his lap. She let out a sound of unhappiness as she fell into his lap, and no doubt she felt his hard-on. “You’re really pretty,” he said as he slipped his arms around her waist again, holding her to him.

“Thanks,” she murmured uncomfortably, glancing at Anya, who just stared back at her with her arms across her chest, smirking.

“Very pretty,” Derek said, laying a hand on her bare thigh and sliding it slowly up her dress. Her skin was hot and smooth and soft.

She shifted uncomfortable. “I think...maybe I should be getting home,” she said nervously.

“No need for that,” he replied, and slipped his other hand over the back of her neck, pulled her down to him, and kissed her on the lips. She resisted, tried to pull back, pushing against him, but he held her firmly in place.

He let her pull back slightly after a moment. “Please,” she whispered. “I want to go home now. Please.”

“No,” he said, more firmly now. “You’re not going anywhere Madison. You agreed to come here, you knew what that meant.”

He gripped her thigh and held her more firmly against him.

“I-I changed my mind,” she said, slurring slightly, beginning to panic now.

“I don’t care,” he replied, and brought his hand out of her dress, instead moving it up and slipping one of the black straps off her pale shoulder.

“Please,” she whispered, looking at Anya. “Help me.”

“You heard my man,” Anya replied firmly. “You know what we came back here to do, Madison. We came back here to fuck. You knew that. It’s too late to back out now.”

“No, please!” she screamed, perhaps fully realizing now the gravity of the situation. She shoved away from him hard and shot to her feet, then stumbled, lost her balance, fell onto the other couch. Derek stood up.

“You aren’t going anywhere, not until I’m done with you,” he said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. “Now get up, move over to the bed.”

“No! Let me go!” she cried, getting to her feet again.

He caught her easily as she made for the door, wrapping an arm around her midsection and lifting her up, her back against his chest. She screamed and kicked her feet as he carried her across the room and threw her onto the bed.

“You can make this hard or you can make this easy,” he said, kicking off his shoes. “I’d advise you to make it easy, Madison.”

“No!” she screamed, trying to get up off the bed.

He slapped her hard across the face and she cried out, falling back onto it. “Please!” she gasped, and he saw that she was beginning to cry, fuck she was a good actress, “Please, just let me go! Please don’t do this to me!”

“Stop being such a whiny fucking bitch,” Anya said, annoyed.

“Get your fucking clothes off,” Derek growled, pulling at her dress. He grabbed the hem and began pulling it up.

“No, don’t,” she moaned, trying to stop him. He sighed in frustration and shoved her hands aside. He got the skirt up over her hips, revealing her black panties, then up higher, freeing her medium-sized breasts. They looked really fucking good and bounced as she shifted around, trying to stop him. He yanked the skirt up over her arms.

“Quit fucking fighting!” he screamed at her, then got the dress off and tossed it aside.

She was crying more now. “Please! Please don’t do this! I don’t want it!” she moaned.

“Shut up,” he replied, grabbing her panties and pulling them down her slim pale thighs, exposing her smooth, beautiful pussy. He finished getting undressed and then got onto the bed with her, then grabbed her and pulled her closer to him. “You’re going to deliver on your fucking promise, do you understand me?”

“I didn’t promise anything!” she moaned.

“Don’t fucking lie to us,” Anya said.

Derek wrapped both hands around her throat when she tried to get up and squeezed. She panicked, grabbing his wrists and trying to pull them off. He ignored her, staring into her eyes. “You’re going to be a good girl or I’m really going to have to hurt you. Are you going to be a good girl, Madison? Are you going to be a good whore?”

“Yes...” she gasped, nodding.

He let go of her and she gasped, half coughing, half crying.

“Good.” He laid down against her, and so did Anya, on her other side, now naked. He stared kissing her while roughly groping one of her breasts. She moaned and squirmed between them, but they had a good hold on her. He kissed her for awhile, then passed her to Anya, who made out with her, running her hand along one of Madison’s thighs.

“Suck me,” he said, pulling back slightly. “Suck my dick, Madison.”

“Please don’t make me,” she whispered.

“Do it or I’ll hit you,” he replied. “I’ll really fucking give you something to cry about.”

She moaned and cringed, then moved slowly down the length of his body. She got into position, staring at his cock, reaching tentatively out and griping it. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and wet. “Please don’t,” she whispered.

“Suck it!” he screamed at her. “Now!”

She cringed, then took it into her mouth and started sucking on it, bobbing her head rapidly. “Good girl,” he whispered, laying a hand across the back of her head. “Good fuck slut.”

She groaned and kept sucking.

“When you’re finished with him, you’re gonna do me,” Anya said.

“No...” she moaned.

“Yes,” Derek replied firmly, shoving her head down, forcing his cock into the back of her throat. He forced her to deep-throat him for a bit longer, then let her up. “Okay, I want pussy now,” he said. “Get the fuck up.”

They moved, both him and Anya grabbing her and putting her into position on her hands and knees. “You’re going to be a good little fuck toy,” he said, getting behind her. “Goddamn, you’ve got a nice ass, and a really nice pussy,” he said as he stared at her. Anya laid down on her back with her legs spread, then grabbed Madison’s head and forced it in between her thick, orange thighs. As she did this, Derek put the head of his cock up against her glistening pussy. She moaned something out and then screamed as he shoved his cock into her.

“Goddamn you are fucking tight, you little slut!” he moaned as he gripped her hips and started pounding her pussy from behind.

She was moaning loudly now, and he thought that Madison might be slipping from character. But it didn’t matter now, they were engaged in sex and it was wonderful. And apparently Madison wasn’t lying about how long it had been, nor how much she was into this, because as he sunk his fingertips into her hips, gripping her tight as he pounded her pussy from behind, she let out a muffled, though loud, shriek of pleasure, and then began squirting all over him. He groaned at the sudden increase of heat and wetness, the tightness of her pussy as the muscles inside twitched and contracted and spasmed violently.

That pushed him right over the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried, hunched over her, pounding her as he began letting off into her orgasming pussy, spilling his seed inside of her in hard, thick spurts. Both of them moaned in sexual unity and euphoria as they orgasmed together. And right about the time he was finishing letting off and carefully pulling out of her, Anya began to come as well. Derek sat down on the bed, watching the two women orgasming together, (Madison’s seemed to be going on for a long time), feeling that sense of detachment settle over him.

It was the strange feeling he got sometimes right after blowing his load, when, for just a few moments, nothing bothered him and he wasn’t really thinking about very much. When they had finished coming, Madison got off of Anya, wiped her mouth on the back of her arm, and looked around. “Um...would it be imposing if I asked to sleep here, with you two? I’m like dead fucking tired now. And still kinda drunk,” she asked.

“It’s fine,” Derek replied. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Okay. Thank you,” she said, crawling beneath the blankets and laying down. “You two were like a really good fuck. That was awesome. If you want to have sex with me again in the middle of the night, you can just, you know, do it. You don’t have to ask.”

“Awesome, thanks,” Derek replied.

“I’m sure he’ll take advantage of that, he fucks me in my sleep enough,” Anya said. “I need a shower, babe, you wanna come?”

“Yeah,” he replied. As they got up, he paused and looked at his temporary lover. “Let me know if you need anything, Madison.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured sleepily.

They left her to it and went into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, the pair of them slipped inside and began cleaning up.

“That was fun,” Anya said.

“Fuck yes it was,” he replied.

“Satisfied?” she asked.

“Yeah...although...” He frowned as the first of his thoughts began to drift in, past the post-orgasm bliss.

“Yeah?” she prodded.

“I just realized that…I’m going to be lonely. It’s stupid, but I kind of got used to someone always being here, you know? Someone actually living with me. And I’m going to miss that. It’s not the same as someone different here every night, you know?...is this weird? To talk about, I mean?” he asked, looking over at her.

“It’s not weird,” she replied. “And I get it. And...” She paused, looked back at him with what might be apprehension. “Well, if you’d like...I’d be willing to...move in with you.”

He stared at her. “Really?” he asked. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about it and...I like you enough that I want to live with you. I want to be around you...a lot. I mean, I’ll still need my space, and I think we might need to live in a bigger apartment, one with two bedrooms, but I mean, I can pay the difference...”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind moving. I like this place, but I’m not in love with it. I’d much rather live with you in a bigger apartment.”

She smiled, seemingly relieved, and hugged him. “Did you think I’d say no?” he asked.

“I don’t what I thought,” she replied. “It’s been awhile since I’ve lived with someone. I mean, the last person I lived with was a submissive. It’s been even longer since I’ve lived with someone I’ve been in a more...equal relationship in.”

“I’m glad,” he said. “I’d love to live with you, Anya.”

She hugged him tightly to her, and they stayed like that in the shower for a long time.

CHAPTER 07

“Excuse me.”

Derek stopped and turned, hunting for the person who had spoken. He was on his way back home from work, and had honestly been considering just hitting the shower, changing, and then going out, looking for some fun. Anya wasn’t going to be home tonight, she was too busy getting everything in order for the sudden change in their life. He still couldn’t believe they were actually moving in together.

It seemed like a big step forward.

But he wasn’t afraid. Quite the opposite.

“Yes?” he asked, when he finally saw who it was.

A beautiful quine woman was looking at him hopefully. She seemed slightly out of place among all the others, and he realized what it was: she had that look of a tourist about her. Most of the people who lived on Desire, and who were frequent visitors, had a look, and an air, of certainty about them. He thought it was a combination of the knowledge that there were a good amount of people who would be happy, ready, and willing to fuck them on this station, and that this was a place of sanctity and security, a place free of bullshit judgment.

“Do you work here?” she asked, moving closer towards him through the shifting crowd.

“I do,” he replied, guiding her off the main thoroughfare and in front of a small sex shop. “Can I help you with something?”

She smiled shyly and nodded. “Yes. I’m having a little bit of trouble finding my hotel. I...this is my first time on the station,” she said.

“Oh, okay. What hotel are you staying at?” he asked.

“The Wilde.”

“That’s actually not too far from here,” he replied. For a moment, he considered a few different ways of helping her get there. He could tell her, but it was kind of easy to get lost in a place like this. Then again, she really should have a map. They all had maps that auto-downloaded to whatever internal computers each species had, and they would actually overlay directions on how to get wherever you wanted across your vision. Maybe her computer was malfunctioning? Or maybe she had some other reason for directly asking him.

He suddenly thought it was that last one, that there might be some ulterior motive at work here. And decided to go along with it.

“I can take you there, if you’d like,” he offered.

Her smile broadened a bit. “I’d like that a lot,” she replied. She offered him her gray-skinned hand. “My name’s Ithy.”

He took her hand and shook it without hesitation. “Derek.”

“Thank you for helping me,” she said as they began walking.

“Happy to,” he replied.

He studied her through sidelong glances as they walked through the crowds, making for the hotel. She was an excellent example of an exquisitely beautiful quine woman. He admittedly knew the least about quine, as he hadn’t been around too many in his life. They were gray-skinned, naturally lived underwater, had bald heads, gills on their chests, and slightly webbed hands and feet. Ithy was a tall woman, perhaps six two or three, and had a nice amount of padding to her. She was wearing skin-tight shorts that showed off her frankly phenomenal ass, hips, and thighs. And she was just wearing a small, tiny shirt that might as well have a been a sports bra. It was showcasing her large, firm breasts. He found himself becoming intensely aroused by her.

He had never had sex with a quine before.

It was supposed to feel very different from the other women of the galaxy, which would make sense, given that they came from an environment totally different from all others. Fuck going home, he thought.

If she would have him, he intended to make love with Ithy.

She was seriously beautiful.

“So what brings you to Desire?” he asked.

“A friend of mine extended an invitation. She started coming here two years ago, and comes back every six months or so, and I guess after a little while, you get the ability to invite one other person. She got into contact with me and let me know about this place, so I got two weeks off my job and...well, here I am.”

“That’s a good friend, this place is fantastic,” he replied.

“From what I can tell, yeah. Expensive too, but worth it.”

“I’m curious...don’t you have a pleasure guide?”

“I did, for one day. I ended up having to cut a few corners, since I’ve been trying to save money lately. We had fun. He was a dysil, a great fuck.” She paused, chewed on her lip. He thought she might be blushing, or the quine equivalent. “Sorry, I...I’m still getting used to all this.”

“It’s fine,” he replied. “We’re pretty free and open here.”

“So I’ve discovered. My friend told me that I’d have no problem fucking to my heart’s content without spending a single credit after actually getting here.”

“It’s true. Have you?”

“I’ve mostly been exploring today. I admit...” She hesitated, glanced at him, then looked away again. “I’m kind of a nervous person. I’m not naturally the most...uh, extroverted individual. It’s hard for me to ask.”

Did that mean she wanted him to ask?

The great thing about Desire, he thought, was that you could just ask, and it wasn’t a big deal if the answer was no.

Derek decided he was going to ask, and soon.

“I can understand,” he said as they came to the hotel. “Well, here it is...you know, I’ve never been inside of this hotel. I’ve always been curious about what the rooms looked like. Would you mind showing me your room?”

She looked at him, and he thought he saw her gills moving a bit more rapidly. “I...yes, I’d like that,” she said quietly, nervously.

“No pressure,” he said. “If you’re not into-”

“No, I am,” she said quickly. “Please...come up to my room with me.”

“Happy to,” he replied.

He offered her his hand. She looked at it, chewing on her lower lip, then took it and squeezed gently. He squeezed back, his heart starting to really pick up. An erection was already beginning to form, straining slowly against the fabric of his uniform. They walked in and moved through the lobby, then she guided him down one of the corridors that led to the rooms. He let her lead him, liking the feel of her skin against his. He expected it to be slightly wet, given that she was an aquatic being, but it wasn’t, it was just warm and silky smooth.

Neither of them spoke until she stopped before one of the doors, opened it up, and guided him inside.

She closed the door behind them and turned to stare at him.

The silence remained for a few seconds longer. “I’m really nervous,” she said.

“Take your time,” he replied. Then he looked her squarely in the eye. “Just so we’re clear...you are interested in having sex, yes?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. That’s crystal clear. I want to have sex with you. Right here, right now,” she said, and Ithy seemed to relax after she’d actually said it. She licked her lips. “Could you...I mean, take the lead?”

“Yes, Ithy. I can do that.”

He wrapped her in a hug, holding her gently against him, and pressed his lips to hers, tilting his head slightly. She gasped softly at his touch, then kissed him back, tentatively at first, then wrapping her arms around him and squeezing, deepening the kiss, moaning softly. He slid his hands slowly down her back as they continued making out, getting a nice grip on her pleasantly padded ass. She had a nice thick ass, the kind that came from a lot of working out. Thighs and hips to match. He imagined she could fuck like a sex demon.

He broke the kiss, though when he spoke his lips were still so close to hers that they brushed them. “I need a shower, I’ve been at work all day long,” he said quietly.

“We can fuck in my hot tub,” she replied, grinning, staring dead on into his eyes with her own luminous black eyes.

“I’d love that,” he said.

“Me too. I love fucking in water.”

They kept kissing as they made their way slowly over to her bathroom, pausing occasionally to make sure they didn’t fall over. As soon as they were in, she hit the light, then took a step back, grabbed her shirt, and pulled it up and off, freeing her huge gray breasts. Then, smiling at him, now a lot more self assured, she turned around and bent over slightly. Gripping her tight as hell shorts, she peeled them down over her thick gray ass.

“Good fucking God,” Derek murmured as he took off his uniform. “Your body is just...”

“What?” she asked, grinning at him as she turned around and stood completely naked before him, hands on her hips. “My body is what, Derek?”

“Simply stunning,” he replied. “I mean, seriously, that is one fucking awesome body.”

“Well, thank you,” she said. “I work hard at it.”

“It really shows.”

He finished stripping and moved across the bathroom to join her at the hot tub, which was pretty damned big. They’d sacrificed most of the bathroom for it, leaving just a shower stall, toilet, and one narrow sink. Derek personally thought that it was worth it. The pair of them slipped slowly into the clear, steaming water.

As soon as they were submerged, they resumed their makeout session. And now he had unrestricted access to her bare body. He took her big, firm breasts in his hands, groping them gently as they made out. Ithy slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth and he moved his own forward to meet hers. They touched, then began to twist together. She tasted strange, but good. He let go of her breasts and moved his hands along her smooth, slick body, down to her hips, then back around to her thick, well-padded ass.

Fuck, she was in such good shape.

She straddled him, moving against him. “How about you turn around?” he suggested. “I can get you going.”

“I’d love that,” she replied, getting off of him, turning around, and then settled back down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, moving one hand slowly down, letting his fingertips trail along her soft inner thigh. She gasped and shuddered as he settled his hand in between her thick thighs, over her vagina. Carefully, he slipped a finger in between the taut lips of her smooth alien pussy. As he found her clit and began to slowly stimulate her, carefully, slowly massaging it with his fingertip, he groped her breast with his other hand while kissing the side of her neck.

“Oh my,” she whispered. “You...you are good at, uh, at making it feel good.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, then began to play with her nipple. She moaned, then moaned again, louder, as he stopped touching her clit and slipped a finger up into her vagina. She definitely felt different inside, the skin in there very, very wet and slick and oddly smooth. He could imagine how it would feel once he got his cock inside of her.

Derek went back and forth, playing with her nipples as he fingered her, and she moaned and writhed in his lap, twisting and twitching until suddenly she let out a choked shriek and began to buck in his grasp, coming hard.

“Oh fucking yes! Fucking goddamnit yes!” she screamed as she orgasmed, and he could feel hot sex juices escaping her twitching vagina.

He held her until she was finished, and she went limp in his arms.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much, I really needed that. Damn, I needed an orgasm from a hot, total stranger.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you think I’m hot,” he replied.

“Oh, you are. You push my buttons in the right ways. I’ve always had a special soft spot for human and xenian men.” She pushed up off of him suddenly and turned around. Grinning, she said, “and now I’m going to return the favor. I’m going to suck you off.”

“I’d really appreciate it,” he replied.

She smirked and then disappeared below the waterline.

He had to admit, getting blown by a quine in a hot tub was one of his fantasies. He looked at her as she settled into position, gripped his cock, and stuck it into her mouth. Slowly, she began to move her lips up and down his rigid length, giving special attention to the head. Pleasure began to sizzle into him in bolts that made him twitch and moan.

“Oh, Ithy...” he groaned, laying a hand on her soft, smooth head. Some part of him had always worried that having sex with a bald alien woman would turn him off at least a little, but it really didn’t. He didn’t care at all. Ithy was extremely beautiful in her own natural way. And not just her body, either. There was a lot he immediately liked about her personality. And right now he was in love with the way she was sucking his cock.

Apparently quine women were really good at it.

He thought he could hear her moaning beneath the water, and the way she was bobbing her head, using her tongue…

She brought him to the edge of orgasm, then stopped sucking and resurfaced. “Can we make love now?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “How do you want to do it?”

“Can I ride you?” she asked.

“Yes. Please do.”

She laughed happily and settled back into his lap, this time taking his stiff human cock into her quine vagina. They both moaned in sexual unity as she slipped him right into her. He reached around and down, grabbing her thick ass as she began slowly riding him.

“Oh my God!” he moaned. “It’s...oh wow, Ithy, you’re pussy is something fucking else.”

“Mmm...ever been with a quine before?” she asked.

“No, I haven’t...have you been with a human before?” he replied.

“Yes, a few times. They’re harder to sleep with, but it’s worth the hunt,” she murmured. She kissed him. “There’s something just so satisfying about human cock, something just right about its shape or...I dunno, something about it. I love it.”

“Quine pussy feels fantastic,” he whispered.

She began to really bounce on him, sliding rapidly up and down his cock, hugging him to her, moaning and crying out as she fucked herself with his dick. It was so fucking slick inside, and so wet, it definitely felt a lot different than the other vagina he was used to. And he fucking loved it. She was panting and moaning now, they both were. Her pussy was lighting him up with rapturous bliss, total sexual gratification.

“There’s another thing...about quine women...” she said between gasps.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“We fucking love it up the ass,” she replied, smirking at him, her black eyes wide and full of lust. He felt intoxicated with her right now. “You wanna fuck me up the ass? Wanna come in my ass, huh?” she asked, her voice sexy and sultry.

“Yes...” he groaned.

“Let’s do it, then. Bend me over and fuck me like a goddamned fucking whore,” she almost growled at him.

He got her up off of him. They both stood up and he turned her around, then he bent her over and fucked her up the ass like a goddamned fucking whore. She moaned loudly as he began to work his way into her ass, and so did he. Her ass looked so fucking good, so thick and full and fit, and it was so fucking tight. And he didn’t need any lube, either. There was a kind of natural slickness to her ass, just like her pussy.

Within seconds, he was completely buried within her.

“Oh, Ithy!” he cried as he grabbed her hips and began pounding her ass.

“Yes! That’s it! Fuck, that’s the spot, Derek!” Ithy shrieked, pushing back against him, forcing him even deeper into that thick, tight, alien ass of hers.

The sex didn’t last much longer.

He had her screaming through a second orgasm within about half a minute, and when he felt that hot release, that spray of feminine sex juices against his thighs, he cried out as his orgasm was triggered. A supernova of pink pleasure burst out of his core as his cock kicked hard, held firmly place by her tight ass, and he screamed in raw bliss as he began filling her up with his seed, pumping her alien ass full of his human seed.

They were locked together like that, moaning and writhing and twitching with the absolute abandon of the climax.

When he was finished, he pulled out of her carefully and sat down heavily in the tub, leaning back, gasping for breath.

Ithy laid down against him.

“That was the kind of sex I was hoping to have here,” she murmured.

“I’m glad I could satisfy you, because you sure as hell satisfied me,” he replied. “Oh wow, that one...whew, that was a good one.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said, nestling against him, hugging him to her. “Will you...do you have somewhere you need to be? Someone you need to go home to?”

He thought about it, then shook his head. “Not tonight. I might, I mean, I have a girlfriend, but she’s busy tonight.”

“A girlfriend?” she asked uncomfortably, looking at him.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re in an open relationship. I mean...I imagine everyone on Desire is either single or in an open relationship...or several.”

She thought about this for a moment, then nodded and rested against him once more. “I suppose you’re right. Sorry, I just...I was in a bad relationship. A joining, actually. You call it marriage. My joined, uh, my husband was...extremely jealous, and controlling.”

He hugged her to him. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“It’s okay. It was ugly, but I got out of it. I’ve been spending the past year or so healing, putting it behind me. It’s a lot easier now. Open relationships make me uncomfortable, not because I don’t agree with them, I’d love to be in one, actually, but because...jealousy scares me.”

“I understand. You don’t have to worry about Anya at all. If you don’t want to, you won’t even have to meet her. I can stay here with you tonight, if that’s what you’d want.”

“I would...are you sure that’s okay?”

“I’m sure it’s okay, Ithy.”

She smiled. “Okay then. Thank you, Derek.”

“You’re welcome.”

He stayed like that in the hot tub with her for a bit longer, happy with the turn of events that had happened.

…

It had happened.

Derek’s digital Desire profile had gotten pinged by someone looking for a good time.

He was nervous, and excited, and horny. Today had been a day off, and after spending the night with Ithy, the beautiful quine tourist, last night, he’d made love with her once more before heading off back to his own apartment where Anya was waiting for him. They’d spent most of the day together, but again, after about six hours, Anya had had to go, as there were more things she needed to take care of in preparation for their new move, and also because she was really itching to get some more work done on her new novel.

So he was alone again.

But not for long, apparently.

He’d spent a few hours studying some of the mechanical intricacies of some of the more complex machines that helped run Desire. Derek fully intended to get a promotion at some point. Eventually, he’d decided to take a shower and grab something to eat. But halfway through the shower, he’d received a message.

It was from a woman named Alicia.

She was a visitor to Desire. A return visitor who came once a year with her husband. Tonight, they were parting ways, off to find their own fuck friends, and she had gone looking through the profiles. When she’d come upon his, she had apparently decided that he was going to be the one she spent her night with.

She’d sent him a picture of herself taken in the mirror, topless. From what he could see in the picture, she was a tanned, mature, redheaded goddess. She was tall and trim and athletic with medium sized breasts topped with beautiful pink nipples. Her hair was on the shorter side. Her face was thin and a bit angular and had that look of maturity to it that somehow couldn’t be pinned down to a single feature but was just some strange, abstract collection of aspects. Her profile said that she was five seven, a hundred and twenty pounds, forty nine years old. What he kept coming back to, however, was the married thing.

He’d never had sex with a married woman.

Some of the women he’d been with on the station so far might have been in relationships. If they were, they hadn’t said anything, not that it mattered, since there was, as far as he could tell, no cheating on Desire. And that was mainly because everyone was either single or in an open relationship. He supposed there might be some people who came here on vacation, away from their significant other, to fuck and fuck and fuck, and their spouse didn’t know. But from what he could tell, the net was pretty damned tight.

People like that tended not to get through the net and into the station.

But it didn’t matter in this scenario, because obviously their marriage was open. So he was on his way to a bowling alley to eat some pizza and wings, bowl, and get to know this married, redheaded goddess named Alicia.

He’d let Anya know, and she wished him luck, and had asked him to, if it was possible, see if she’d be okay with filming it, because Anya wanted to see it. He still didn’t know how he felt about that. He’d been filmed once so far, and it hadn’t really gone bad. It was something he was once sure he never wanted to do, but having actually done it now, he wasn’t so sure. Well, all of that depended entirely on what Alicia wanted.

Up ahead, he saw the bowling alley.

Bowling was something Derek used to do throughout high school. He’d always intended to get back into it, because it was fun. Didn’t matter if he was doing fantastic, so long as he hit some pins, he was having a good time. He hadn’t even realized that this place was so close to his apartment. Well, that might change soon, given that he didn’t know where exactly he was going to end up, but it wasn’t that hard to get around the station.

Derek came in through the front door and looked around.

There. He saw Alicia, sitting at one of the lanes, wearing jogging shorts and a tanktop, looking fucking fantastic. A flutter of apprehension hit him as he made himself walk towards her, closing the gap between them. She turned to look at him and smiled when she saw him. She stood up as he approached.

“Hey there,” she said. She seemed to inspect him. “You’re cuter in person. That photo doesn’t really do justice.”

“Thanks. I...uh, I’m not very photogenic,” he replied awkwardly.

She smiled. “And you’re shy. Don’t worry, I won’t break you. Come on, let’s get some food, then we can bowl and get to know each other.”

He nodded. “Sounds good.”

They moved across the building to the kitchen area, put in an order for some hot wings and a pepperoni pizza, got some sodas and then headed back.

“How long have you worked here?” Alicia asked as they selected their bowling balls.

“About a month,” he replied. “I’m still kind of settling into all this. It’s all still kind of...overwhelming at times.”

“How’d you get a job here?”

“That’s a bit of a story. I got a message from...” He spent the next twenty or so minutes relaying his strange journey to her as they bowled a few frames.

“That’s...very interesting,” she said after he’d finished. “Man, I wish I’d figured out as much and had gotten a shot like this when I was your age.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I got married when I was nineteen. High school sweetheart. Terrible idea. I mean, I’m not saying it’s always a bad idea, but generally it is. I was in that relationship for twelve years. Totally monogamous. I started hating it about...three years in. I’d slept around some in high school, but then I fell in love my junior year and that was that. Unfortunately, my body, our bodies, lie to us. They pump us full of chemicals and promise us that we’ll be in love forever, that this person we’re with is the only person we’re ever going to want to be with! And then the chemicals fade, and you start remembering, ‘oh wait, other people are fucking hot and I really miss having sex with them.’ But it’s too late, you’re stuck...” She paused.

“I’m sorry, is this a turn off?” she asked suddenly.

“No. I mean...I get it. Okay, well, I understand it, at least. I’m okay with venting, not everything has to be nice and happy all the time,” he replied.

“Oh thank God, you don’t know how great it is to hear that. I’m really happy now, but I spent years and years being miserable. It left some scars. I tried talking with my husband about opening the relationship, but he wouldn’t have it. Too jealous. I can safely say that I never cheated on him, but...it was a close thing.”

“What ultimately ended the relationship?” he asked.

She sighed. “I was out eating one day, on my lunch break, and this guy asks if he could join me. I’m naturally friendly, and flirty. I love talking to people. So I said yeah, and we got to talking, and I realized he was hitting on me. And I...wanted to fuck him. Really bad. God, it sounds so fucking shallow, but I was so attracted to him. Not even his physical appearance, you know. I mean, he was cute, but it was more what he represented. He was a guy, a stranger, polite but sure of himself, articulate, free, interested in me...”

“So what happened?”

“I was thirty two that day I realized that it took a sheer act of willpower to not cheat, and although I’ve got a lot of willpower...I knew that I didn’t have enough. I’d give in someday. And that wasn’t fair, to myself or to my husband. I still loved him, he wasn’t a bad person, he wasn’t abusive. Maybe he was kind of distant, and had been for a few years now, but what really pushed me into initiating the divorce was knowing that we were incompatible, because I wanted an open relationship. I’d been lying to myself for years that I didn’t, but I did. I always did. And we were just going to make each other miserable. So I did the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do and broke up my marriage. It was bad. But...eventually I got over it.”

“What’d you do after that?” he asked. Despite the nature of the conversation, he was finding this very interesting.

“Drifted. Dated around. Slept around. There was a whole world of sex out there. For the first year, I actually quit my job and became an escort. That was a lot of fun. I met my husband nine years ago, shortly after I’d turned forty. I picked him up at a bar one night, took him back to my apartment and rode his cock all night long. And the next day we hung out all day long. And fucked all night the second night. And...eventually, I realized that I didn’t want him to leave, so we started dating. And within a year we were married.”

“Cool,” he murmured.

She smiled. “Yeah, I like to think so. I love him for so many reasons, but God am I glad that he’s okay with an open relationship. It was open from the beginning. It was great. Still is...what about you? You in a relationship?”

“I am. An open one. It’s still rather new. She’s a dysil, her name’s Anya. She’s a, uh, native to Desire,” he replied.

“Anya...hold on, I’m going to track her down. There can’t be too many dysil named Anya on this station.” She paused and her eyes unfocused slightly. “Anya...Hazeldine?” she asked.

“Yep, that’s her,” he replied.

“Oh my God, Derek. She is so hot. And her boobs look fucking amazing.” Her eyes came back into focus. “She looks smart, and tough, and amazing in bed.”

“She is. All those things. She’s phenomenal.”

“I don’t suppose she’s free tonight?”

“Unfortunately not.”

She shrugged. “Oh well, one-on-one is a lot of fun, too. Okay, how about we finish up here, then you take me back to your apartment and I will so totally suck and fuck you?” she asked.

“That sounds fantastic,” he replied.

“Good.”

They went back to bowling, this time going a little more impatiently than before.

…

Within another forty five minutes, they were back at his apartment.

“Well, this is it,” he said as he let her in. He’d started getting handsy with her, and she had let him touch her, though they hadn’t really gone too far. He had an idea that she was trying to tease him, to build some suspense.

“Nice,” Alicia replied. “I like it.”

“Thanks. Uh...I had a question. Well, Anya had a request, actually.”

Alicia turned and looked at him directly. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Would you mind...letting me film this?”

She smirked. “No, I don’t mind at all.”

“Oh. Awesome.”

“Go set up your camera, dear.”

“Okay.”

He was glad that he actually had a camera. He’d bought it last week when he began toying around with the idea of maybe, one day working up the courage to do exactly this. He thought it’d be kind of cool to have a collection of sex tapes. Which was now something he could realistically do. He grabbed the camera and got it set up on a tripod, setting it up beside the bed. “I’ll have to get a better setup in the future,” he murmured.

“You know they got contacts that record?” she replied.

“I’d heard,” he said. “They’re expensive, but it’d be pretty cool. It’d certainly make for some interesting sex tapes.”

“Yep. Is it on?”

“Just a minute...okay, yeah, it’s on.”

“Then let’s get to it, cutie. Time for you to get some married pussy that’s over twice your age,” Alicia said, giving him an almost shark-like grin as she advance on him. She encircled him in her arms, then pulled him in and kissed him deeply. He could feel her body against his, hot and slim and athletic, could feel his own erection straining against his pants, wanting to be free, to be inside of her, inside of this stunningly beautiful redhead who was, literally, over twice his age. He’d always had quite a thing for older women.

She kissed him deeply, her lips wet and hot. She slipped her tongue into his mouth as he reached behind her and grabbed her tight, fit ass. Her tongue desperately sought his own and he moved it forward. They met and immediately began twisting and twining, dancing the dance lust and hungry need together.

Alicia suddenly pushed him back onto the bed. He fell back in surprise and looked up at her. Smirking down at him, she pulled off her tanktop, then shucked the sports bra as well, freeing her high, firm breasts. He saw that she tanned all over. He got his shoes and shirt off as she finished getting naked and soon he found himself staring at her hard, firm thighs and beautiful hips and the narrow, bald, pink slit of her vagina.

“I’ll help with that,” she said, getting his pants and boxers off.

She had him crawl backwards onto the bed and she moved along with him as he did, on her hands and knees, never breaking eye contact. When he was laying down, head on the pillows, she settled down in between his legs and took his cock slowly into her mouth. With an immense skill she began to suck him off, slowly moving up and down, making good use of her tongue. Hot, wet pleasure started to sizzle through him.

“Oh fuck, Alicia,” he moaned.

The hot naked bliss of getting blown by an older woman was immediately and intensely apparent. She moaned softly as she bobbed her head, staring up at him intensely with her sparkling green eyes, again never breaking eye contact. She sucked him to the very edge of orgasm, then took his cock out of her mouth.

“Not yet,” she said. “I want you to blow a huge load all over my face.”

“I can do that,” he replied.

“Good boy. Now, will you eat me?” she asked.

“Yes. I’d be happy to.”

“Thank you.”

They switched places and now she was laying on her back with her legs spread. Derek stared up the length of her long, tan, smooth body. She really was in fantastic shape. He settled down between her legs, lying on his stomach, and carefully spread the taut lips of her mature vagina. He then set to work, licking at her clit slowly, massaging it with the tip of his tongue like he’d been learning over the past month. Between Anya and Juliet and Naomi, he was really perfecting his technique. And apparently it was good, because he had her crying out in intense pleasure before long. He licked and licked, using more of his tongue, going harder and faster, stimulating her mature clit, until finally she popped and came.

Alicia screamed his name as a hot spray of sex juices escaped her pussy, getting onto his chin and neck and chest. She jerked and writhed as the orgasm tore through her. He kept pleasuring her throughout, trying to give her as much sexual gratification as possible, and she seemed pretty happy about it.

She was screaming in ecstasy.

When it was over, he cleaned himself up a bit on the blanket and looked down at her. She was sweating now and breathing heavily, her face flushed, hair in a bit of disarray. She stared at him with wide, wild eyes. “Fuck me. Now,” she demanded.

“You got it,” he replied, still rock hard and desperate for an orgasm.

He laid down on top of her as she spread her legs out wide. As he laid against her, Alicia felt hot and vibrant and almost humming with sexual energy. The skin-on-skin contact was electric. Impatient, she reached between them and gripped his saliva-slicked cock, guiding it into her. They both cried out as he slipped inside of her fantastic vagina, unifying them. He immediately began sliding and out of her, starting a bit softer at first.

“Harder! Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me, Derek!”

He began driving furiously into her, burying his cock completely inside of her hot, mature pussy. She was insanely wet from the orgasm and that made the sex all the better. He heard himself grunting in effort as he slammed into her, pushing her down into the mattress with his furious sex, really pounding her fantastic pussy.

“Yes! Oh fuck, that’s it! That’s fucking it!” she shrieked.

She kissed him hard on the mouth and wrapped her legs around him, reaching behind him and gripping his shoulders from the back. He fucked her at a feverish pace, feeling hot and alive and thrumming with energy that needed to be burned off. She began screaming her way through a second orgasm and he groaned as her vaginal muscles began to clench and release, as a second spray of hot sex juices escaped pussy.

It was a real challenge not to orgasm inside of her.

But he managed to do it, to get through her screaming climax, and then she gasped, staring up at him. “I want to be on top,” she said.

“Let’s switch,” he agreed.

He laid down against her and wrapped one arm around her, holding her tight, slim, sweaty body against his own, then pushed himself up with his other hand. He rolled over and ended up with her on top. As soon as she was, Alicia settled herself into a more comfortable position and immediately began riding him.

“You like that?” she whispered harshly, staring down at him, her hair in a wild disarray now, looking like some kind of crazy sex demoness.

“I love it,” he moaned, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her. She cried out.

“Oh yes!” she screamed. “Keep going! Tell me when you’re gonna go.”

“Okay, it’s close,” he replied.

He stared up at her hot tits, her fit, tight body. He managed to make it another two minutes before the pleasure became overwhelming.

“Gonna go!” he cried.

She expertly hopped off of him and got back down into the dick-sucking position, lying flat on her stomach. She took his cock, aimed it at her face, and began jacking him off furiously. It didn’t take long for him to start blowing his load all over her face. He cried out, panting and moaning in desperate pleasure as his cock began spitting thick loads of his seed onto her beautiful face. She moaned softly as it let off one hard jerk at a time, getting all over her cheeks and forehead and nose and lips. When it was over and the pleasure had finished rolling through him, she took it into her mouth and cleaned his cock between her lips.

“There,” she said. “That’s what I wanted.” She stood up and walked over to the camera, detached it from the tripod and held it up to her face. “Anya, your man is an amazing fuck and pussy eater. You’re a lucky girl.”

She turned it off. “Shower? Then round two?” she asked.

Derek nodded and began to get up.

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