Fiction: Seven Hundred and Eighty-Two

The medical pod door opened and Mineqa Mar fell out. She landed in a defensive crouch and surveyed the room. Years of leading a resistance against the evil tyrant, Queen Erishella, had taught Mineqa to always be on her guard.

She didn’t know how she got here. The last thing Mineqa remembered was going to sleep at one of her eighty different safe houses. She had just organized the latest series of raids on the Queen’s pleasure palaces and had also written a new dissension speech decrying the conquest of the Gem Moons. The room she was now in was too high tech for any of her fellow resistance members to posses. It must mean she was a captive of the Queen.

Mineqa stood up. A mirror reflected her naked body. She frowned at what she saw. Those were her full breasts but where was the laser scar from the riot she led last year? Her legs were missing the shrapnel scars from the parade bomb she had set off. Even her red hair seemed different. Gone were the grey streaks she had picked up from years of being on the run.

There was something else. The mirror revealed that her back had been tattooed. It was a number: 782.

The doors to the room opened. A large robot entered on hovering jets. Mineqa growled when she saw the robot was exactly the same size as the door. There was no way to run past it. They were taking no chances with her.

Mineqa Mar, I am your personally assigned Punishment Cyborg,” the robot said. “Despite my human brain I can assure you that I have no mercy and in fact, the pleasure centers of my brain will be stimulated for every action I perform in your punishment.”

“Fuck you,” Mineqa Mar said. 

“Mineqa Mar, you have been declared an Enemy of the wonderful and sexy Queen Erishella of the Skull Throne! You are guilty of disloyal rhetoric, acts of unsubmissive defiance and the murder of countless faithful soldiers, slaves and subjects of the Queen. Do you understand these charges?”

“Not only do I understand them, but I am proud to have committed them!” Mineqa said. She looked around the room for weapons. There was nothing. Even the medical pod had retracted into the wall.

“Queen Erishella has personally condemned you,” the robot said. “She has sentenced you to fifty years of being sensually spanked times a thousand for her pleasure. She has sentenced you to fifty years of being sadistically spanked for her pleasure. She has sentenced you to fifty years of being fed to Blade Tigers times a thousand. Glory to the Queen for her wisdom and mercy!”

The Punishment Cyborg moaned as it experienced an orgasm for announcing her sentence.

Mineqa smirked. “Times a thousand? So are you saying I have been sentenced to fifty years times a thousand; fifty thousand years? Isn’t that ridiculous even for our egomaniacal Queen? Besides, won’t I be dead once I am fed to Blade Tigers? This sentence makes no sense at all.”

“Your response has been noted and will be compared to previous statements,” the robot said.  “It is time for your sensual spanking.”

Four metal tentacles emerged from the center of the Punishment Cyborg. Mineqa used an obscure martial escape technique but the metal tentacles were somehow ready for it. Each of her limbs was securely grabbed and she was lifted from the ground.

The Punishment Cyborg left the medical room. Mineqa struggled to get free but it was no use. She was completely helpless.

 They went down a long hallway. They passed room after room. There was a line of Punishment Cyborgs ahead of them, each one carrying their own prisoner. Because the cyborgs were so large, Mineqa couldn’t get a clear look at her fellow prisoners.

A slight touch of annoyance struck Mineqa. Of course there would be other prisoners. Queen Erishella had many enemies. It just bothered Mineqa that for all the bombings, all of the assassinations of officials and for all the subversive literature that she had written; in the end she was going to be punished alongside every one else. She was the Queen of the resistance but now she was just another prisoner.

There were screams coming down from the end of the hallway. Hundreds and hundreds of screams competed to be heard. Screams of distress and screams of pleasure shrieked through the air. 

There was something distinctly unnerving about those screams.  They sounded familiar.

They entered a large cavernous area. The room was lined with hundreds of women being spanked. In the center was a holograph stage, currently empty.

The Punishment Cyborg carried Mineqa past many of the prisoners to a stockade bench. Mineqa looked at her fellow prisoners and gasped.

Each prisoner was Mineqa. The same red hair, the same full breasts and the same screaming mouth faced her. Each was being spanked by their Punishment Cyborg and each of them was screaming in pleasure.

“Gods of the Underworld,” Mineqa breathed. The prisoners were bent over so that there ass was higher than their head. Tattooed to the backs of each one was a number.

“I’m a clone,” Mineqa said.

“Correct,” the Punishment Cybrog said. “Clone number seven hundred and eighty-two of a thousand.”

Rage took over Mineqa. She fought to escape but the tentacles anticipated every trick she had. She screamed with outrage and the Punishment Cyborg moaned as it received another reward orgasm. She howled because she understood how the punishments had been multiplied a thousand times. She raged because she realized that she wasn’t even the original Mineqa. Her entire existence was just to be punished.

The Punishment Cyborg carried her to the stockade. It positioned her and more tentacles emerged from the stockade to grab her body. She was pulled down onto the stockade, metal clamps sealing over her neck, hands and ankles. The stockade pushed her ass up and spread her legs. A bar forced itself under her chin and forced her look forward.

Minequa felt an injection into her thigh. The sharp prick was replaced with a feeling of relaxation. She stopped struggling. So what if she was a clone? Being bent over this actually felt kind of nice.

A paddle emerged from the Punishment Cyborg. Mineqa felt heat between her thighs. She knew if she could look, she would be dripping.

WHACK! The paddle landed on her ass and Mineqa groaned with pleasure. Her bliss addled mind understood that the injection must have been to transform any pain to pleasure. She was going to be forced to enjoy this for the pleasure of the evil Queen and there was nothing Mineqa could do about it.

She didn’t mind.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The paddle struck her ass with military targeting efficiency. Every strike of the paddle blistered her and every strike was as arousing as the deepest thrust onto the greatest cock. Mineqa’s pussy clenched in frustration as she desperately wanted to fuck something.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” screamed a thousand mouths with Mineqa’s voice.

“Uhhhh,” groaned a thousand Punishment Cyborgs as they were rewarded for each spank.

WHACK! The paddle strikes sent waves of pleasure to Mineqa’s nipples. Her breasts felt more sensitive than they ever had in her life.

WHACK! The paddle strikes sent stimulation to her mouth. She ached to suck a cock, bite a nipple or even just kiss an ass.

WHACK! The paddle strike sent strange feelings to her neck. She felt like she was on the verge of having her neck kissed with each strike.

WHACK! The paddle transformed her ass into an organ of pain but somehow Mineqa enjoyed it. The spanking was worse than anything she had every experienced and yet also the greatest. Her body struggled to comprehend the conflicting stimuli she was receiving from her ass.

WHACK! The paddle sent unbelievable bliss straight to her sex. She knew deep down that she wanted to deny Queen Erishella her orgasm but she couldn’t quite remember why.

“Fuck!” Mineqa cried out as she orgasmed. Shame blossomed within her. Her body had betrayed everything she had believed in. Mineqa felt a piece of her break inside.

WHACK! The next paddle strike obliterated her shame and replaced it with more pleasure.

Hours passed by. Mineqa climaxed over and over. She heard the other clones climaxing in an endless chorus.

The holograph stage came to life. Erishella appeared on her Skull Throne. Somewhere, holographic emitters were surrounding the Queen with a recreation of the punishment room. Erishella smiled and enjoyed the scene around her.

Mineqa wanted to scream her defiance. She moaned instead.

The rebel leader wanted to yell something cruel and clever. She whimpered instead.

The cloned criminal wanted to swear to destroy Queen Erishella. She climaxed instead.

The hologram ended and the Queen left their presence. The spankings continued. Mineqa was aware that all of this, the clones, the spankings and the colossal punishment room were for nothing more than a few minutes of the Queen’s amusement.

Despair settled in her heart, only to be removed by the pleasure of the next spank on her abused ass.

More hours passed and eventually the spanking stopped. Another injection was given to her and Mineqa’s mind was no longer clouded with pleasure. She could think clearly except for the mind blowing pain she now felt in her ass.

She passed out from the pain.

She awoke to being carried by the Punishment Cyborg assigned to her. In front of and behind her were her fellow clones. All of them were talking. The thousand voices made it hard to tell what any one was saying.

“There is other sets of clones, right?” she asked her Punishment Cyborg.

“Yes,” it replied. “One thousand are being spanked with a pain sensitizer injection. The other thousand are being fed to Blade Tigers.”

“She is a fool,” Mineqa said. “I am her greatest enemy and there are a thousand of me here and another thousand being tortured. We will escape. We will work together. We will overthrow her. We will avenge the thousand fed to Blade Tigers. In her lust to punish us, she has created her own doom.”

 “Incorrect,” the Punishment Cyborg said. “Each clone is given a terminal shut down function that deactivates their heart sixteen hours after clone activation.”

“What?” Mineqa asked. She had a sudden pain in her left arm. “Oh shit. But the sentence was for fifty years! Why kill me now?”

“Security precautions dictate you death. The Queen’s justice dictates your resurrection.”

“That is why you know all of my escape moves,” Mineqa said. “We’ve done this before! This is not the first time you have spanked me!”

“Correct,” the Punishment Cyborg said. “After your cardiac arrest is complete, I will put you in the medical pod where you body will be broken down for primary nutrients for the next clone designated seven hundred and eighty-two.”

“Gods of the Underworld,” Mineqa moaned. The pain in her chest was more intense. Her vision was fading. “How long has this been going on?”

“Seven years.”

The Punishment Cyborg moaned as Mineqa sighed with despair.  

Fiction: Confluence of Astronomy

Explorer’s Log: I am on day two hundred and seventy of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. The lack of astronomical geography is allowing for some excellent deep space scans. I am currently cataloguing any scans in the case that something interesting turns ups. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I ejected the talking dildo into space last week and so far no other inanimate objects have begin talking. I will take this to mean that it really was some sort of possessed dildo, or that whatever mental breakdown I was having is now over. I enjoyed the dildo’s company but it got on my nerves when it started suggesting that I lose weight. Fuck it. I don’t need anyone, organic or not, to have a good time. End Personal Log.

Vaquel Di sat at the Nutrient Pod and ate an algae based pseudo meat sandwich. She also had one hand on one of her brown breasts; her fingers twisting and untwisting her nipple in a steady rotation. As she chewed the beef flavored algae, she closed her eyes and imagined a talented hand playing with the pink pubic hair. When a drop of algae sauce fell on her chin, she imagined it was the ejaculate of a very handsome space pilot.

The deep space explorer was on high alert. It had been six days since she last had an orgasm, which was a personal record for her. Permission to climax could come at any time but the window was only two minutes long. Vaquel’s body had to be ready. Vaquel’s mind had to be ready. Most of all, Vaquel’s long deprived cunt had to be ready.

She finished her sandwich and washed it down with algae juice. For a moment she debated having some algae based fruit pie but decided against it. She didn’t want to be too full in case it was time to climax.

Vaquel got up and stretched. Her nude brown body was reflected off the Hygiene Pod door. The sight made Vaquel smile. She took a moment to turn around and admire her round brown ass. For good measure, she gave it a few good smacks.

The pain was nice but Vaquel stopped before she bruised herself. She had tried everything to make this nine month space voyage go by quicker. First she tried recording herself masturbating. In time, watching herself fuck lost its thrill. After that, she tried some experimental bondage with a Strangler gun. Even near death experiences began to get boring. Then there was that time she spent fucking a dildo that talked, but the constant question of mental insanity was a turn-off. In desperation, Vaquel had turned to taking the subject of masturbation completely out of her hands.

Vaquel glanced at the nearest display panel. The screen constantly scrolled with data gathered from every single one of the ship’s sensors. Every pulse of stellar radiation was being measured. Every tiniest detail was being compared to one another. The majority of the ship’s computers were dedicated to looking for a certain random confluence of events.

First, while searching one of the three hundred and sixty vectors that the scanners were looking at, the computer needed to find a spike in gravitational fluctuations. Then, it looked to see if Tes radiation was at twenty one parts per billion. If these two conditions were met, the ship would then check to see if solar radiation was greater coming from galactic north than it was from galactic south.

If, and only if these conditions were met, the ship would announce an alert followed by a countdown. Vaquel had that long to climax.

It was a freaky combination of space geography and sexual gambling. Vaquel calculated a forty percent chance of these conditions not being met before reaching the next star system. There was also a mere two percent chance that it would happen twice during this voyage. She might be denying herself for nothing. It was one big risk that took the pressure of how to masturbate next out of her hands.

So far it had worked great. Vaquel teased herself constantly. Not letting herself climax meant she kept going to the edge of bliss and back, but always on the road of pleasure. She went about her chores aboard the ship with a certain excitement. Would the alert sound while she was showering? Would it sound off when she was maintaining the solar sails? Would it sound off in the next minute? There was no telling.

Who knew that being denied an orgasm for so long would put her in such a good mood?

Being this aroused had also taught Vaquel things about herself that she didn’t know. Apparently her right nipple was more sensitive than the other. One long day, she had discovered just the right kind of clitoris manipulation that would bring her closest to orgasm the fastest. Also, she apparently got turned on by the color green which made no sense to her at all but she loved discovering it anyway.

“ALERT! Conditions met! Begin countdown!”

“Yes!” Vaquel hissed. She wasted no time. Her fingers punched into her sex. She entered herself with one, two and finally three fingers. It was no problem. She was wet and ready.

Her knees trembled. Vaquel leaned against a wall for support. She was so damn tense. After so much teasing, the act of penetration was paralyzing. Her fingers felt like three giant cocks inside her sensitive little pussy.

“One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight . . .”

Vaquel stroked deeper. This was it. She might not climax again until she reached a planet. She couldn’t let this moment pass.

She put her other hand to work. She slapped her breast. Cruel fingers twisted her right nipple. She tugged hard on her left breast. She stimulated her tits in every way possible.

“Eighty-two, eighty-one, eighty . . .”

Vaquel stroked quicker. Her back planted against the wall, she spread her legs wider. She imagined getting fucked by a well hung soldier. She pictured getting humped by one of the robotic Squix. She imagined getting pounded by an aquatic humanoid. She thought of getting fucked by everyone.

She twisted her nipple. The pain sent delicious tingles through her body. It could have been the bite of a savage primitive. It could have been the groping of another space explorer. It could have been the harsh embrace of woman made of light. Vaquel fantasized of a million different hands that it could have been.  

Sixty-nine, sixty-eight, sixty-seven . . .”

Vaquel jammed her fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them as hard as she could. While her other hand fucked her pussy, Vaquel fucked her face. Her tongue was busy as she nearly choked herself.

She pictured a cock in her mouth; ready to explode at a moment’s notice. As her two hands stroked and pushed, Vaquel dreamed of having two lovers at once. She imagined their need to fuck her at both ends.

“Forty-four, forty-three-forty-two . . .”

Vaquel took the hand out of her mouth. She was close but it wasn’t happening. Her body was so sensitive that it was overwhelming. After being stimulated for so long, her body was stuck on a plateau. It was entirely possible that she wouldn’t be able to climax.

She used both hands on her sex. She kept fucking herself as hard as she could but now her other hand was on her clitoris. Practiced fingers rubbed tight little circles on her sensitive bud. Sharp nails danced lightly on tender skin. Vaquel was not going to miss her orgasm without a fight.

“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen . . .”

 Vaquel stroked deeper. She rubbed her clit faster. Her hips humped the air in desperation.

“Twelve, eleven, ten . . .”

Vaquel’s fingers used every trick she knew. She pulled on her clitoris. She wiggled her fingers deep inside her. She thought of all the teasing she had put herself through and tried to summon the orgasm with pure willpower.

Seven, six, five . . .”

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted. Her orgasm finally burst free. She felt her pussy spasm around her fingers. A wave of pleasure swept over Vaquel and she slid down to wall to land on her bare ass.

“One, zero and alert is now ended. Resuming search for specified conditions.”

Vaquel stopped stroking. The orgasm continued though. Her body clenched, shook and shuddered. Her fingers were still inside and she felt every wonderful orgasmic pulse.

There were twenty more days left on this trip. Maybe she would get lucky again.

Fiction: Bella of Damnation

“Samuel, look at me.”

I purposely did not. A minute ago I was alone in the car. Now it appeared that I wasn’t.

There was a tinkling of bells and something brushed my ear. It felt like lips. A tongue licked my ear lobe. It was quite nice except for the cold metal of her tongue piercing.

“I want to fuck you, Samuel.”

I bet she did.

The traffic jam relented for ten feet. I coasted the car forward. I glimpsed someone in the backseat from my rear view mirror. I averted my eyes.

“Take your cock out for me,” the voice said. There was a slight Southern tang to her voice. That was a bad sign. First she knew one of my names and now she was homing in on my desires.

The traffic refused to move.

There was a tinkling of bells just under my chin. A hand touched my chest. I looked straight ahead. Fingernails, tipped with bells, raked gently across my chest.  It was nice.

“I need you, Samuel,” the voice said. The desperate whine was straight from my last girlfriend.

She must have followed me back from my journey to the Astral Main. The fact that she came with me on the Pink Ship of Lewdness, around the Horn of Craving and through the Gates of the Abundant Woman was impressive. It was also telling that she was manifesting less than forty hours after my journey. She was no ordinary half formed spirit of lust. She had to be a true Angel of Perversity.

The tinkling of bells was right behind my ear. Heavy breasts pressed against the back of my neck. Tattooed flesh crowded the edge of my perception. I could feel the warmth of her forbidden flesh. All I had to do was turn my head and I could have nuzzled breasts as perfect as my imagination.

It would also mean I would see her. Seeing was believing; believing was surrendering. Surrender would mean the forfeit of my soul. There would be noting left of me except for a new bell hanging from her flesh.

“Fuck me like one of your little followers, Samuel,” the voice said. “I would bend over and take anything would give me.”

The traffic moved forward a few more feet. I glimpsed police lights a mile down.

The bells tinkled and something touched my crotch. Nimble fingers stroked the bulge that was forming in my pants.

The wisest person I know, Catalina, told me that you should never speak to Angels. The smart thing to do would be to sit here in traffic and recite banishing meditations in the hopes that the Angel will move on to other prey.

I am not the wisest person I know.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

The bells shook furiously from the sound of the passenger seat. I stared straight ahead.

“Yes,” the voice said. “Look at me. Look at how wet you are making me.”

I heard the sound of a pussy being stroked and bells being rung.

“I can hear how wet you are,” I said.

She moaned. “Look at my tits. I want you to bite them.”

“I will,” I said.

“When?” she pouted. “Fuck me and I will get you off like you never have before.”

That was true but I did enjoy not being a damned soul.

“One minute,” I said. I jerked the wheel and drove into the bicycle lane. It was too tight so I had to also drive on part of the sidewalk.

Horns honked and gestures cursed me. The bells tinkled as the Angel stroked faster. The smell of pussy as sweet as my first girlfriend filled the car.

I found what I needed. A crappy little sandwich place lurked in a strip mall. I turned into the parking lot, sloppily parked my car and ran to the restaurant.

The bells tinkled behind me. The front glass of the place was terribly reflective. I caught the hint of flesh, tattoos and bells before I closed my eyes. Blind, I felt for the door and opened it. Only then did I open my eyes again.

“Hey, where’s your restroom?” I demanded.

The surly man behind the counter frowned at me with weary disappointment. Of course he couldn’t see the naked Angel behind me. She was my little blessing. “Restrooms are for customers only.”

“Make me a Philly cheese steak with everything and I’ll eat it when I get out.” I tossed my wallet towards him.

He caught it. “It’s in the back.”

I ran. “Do you want a combo?” he yelled.

“Yes!” I yelled back.

Praise the Older Woman and the Slut, the bathroom was unused. I darted in and closed the door behind me. My fingers found the lock and turned it.

“Yes,” the Angel purred. “Fuck me, now.”

“One more thing,” I said.

I turned off the lights.

The bells rang beside me. I reached out into the darkness. My fingers closed around pierced arms.

“Look at me,” the Angel cried.

“Do you care if I look at you?” I said and then I kissed her.

Pierced lips melted against mine. A pierced tongue wrestled against me. Pierced breasts pressed against me. A powerful leg wrapped around my waist. Fingers that tinkled grabbed my ass.

After a long kiss in the dark, she finally answered me. “No,” she said.

I laughed and removed my pants. She grabbed my cock and pulled. I pressed her against a wall and reached down to lift her. She was as light as a moan.

I pushed her against the wall. She squealed with delight at the dirt she could feel. I lowered her and felt my cock press up into pierced pussy lips and a bell on her clitoris.

Infernal heat gripped my cock. Desire as wet as the ocean washed down my cock and onto my balls. Muscles clenched my cock with the power of endless craving.

“You asshole,” she whispered and my cock throbbed. “You’re fucking me so that I will lose my grip on this plane of existence.”

I fucked her faster. She knew exactly what turned me on: acknowledging my cunning. The angel couldn’t help fucking me and helping me fuck. It was what she was.

Bells and breasts grinded against my chest. Fingernails scratched grooves into my back. Thighs tightened around me. Studded lips bit into my shoulder.

Bells tinkled, rang and chimed in a supernatural chorus.

I came. She was right. I had never come so fast or hard. I cried out. Half of the joy was from the pleasure at knowing I had banished her, the other half of the joy was having my seed pulled out of me by a magical vagina.

The bells stopped ringing.

I turned on the light. I was alone.

It felt good. Not many people got to fuck an Angel. Well, not fuck an Angel and not become a chiming body modification.

Best of all, I had a Philly cheese steak waiting for me.

Fiction: Lawn Service

“For twenty dollars, I will mow your front lawn,” Andreo said.  “For forty dollars, I will mow the front and back. For a hundred, I will mow the front and back and my wife will suck your cock.”

“Excuse me?” I said.

“My wife, she will suck your cock,” Andreo said.  He pointed at his wife waiting in the truck. She was Hispanic like he was. She had long thick black hair. She leaned out the window and pulled up her t-shirt so I could see her big tits.

“And you’re okay with that?” I said.

Andreo sighed. “My wife, Maria, she is a whore. She loves cock and she is never happy unless she is sitting on cock, jerking it off or sucking it. I bring her with me so at least I know who’s cock she is fucking. Please, amigo, you would be doing me a favor.”

“But you’re charging me an extra sixty bucks for it,” I said.

He shrugged. “The economy is rough, amigo.”

Maria shook her breasts at me.  Her nipples were so dark that they were almost black on her brown skin.”

“Okay, one hundred,” I said.  “I don’t have that much cash. Can you take a check?”

“No worries,” Andreo said. He took out a card reader. “I take Visa.”

He scanned my card and went back to his truck. I shook my head at this turn of events. I had just moved into this house two weeks ago and my grass was already getting to embarrassing heights. I figured I would hire a local kid to mow it. Who knew I would be getting offers from travelling gardeners? Shit, who knew I would be getting a blowjob as well?

I liked this neighborhood.

Maria came out of the truck. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt and even tighter cut-ff shorts. The smile on her face was radiant. She was also carrying a lounge chair.

“Hi!” she said happily.  “Let’s go to your backyard and set up.”

“What? I figured we would do our uh, business, inside,” I said.

“No,” she said. “I am too much of a slut. I might get horny and fuck your cock. This way my husband can make sure that I am behaving.”

“Uhhhh,” I cleverly said. I thought about the backyard. Well, it did have a privacy fence. It also had a deck. Also, looking at Maria and all of her curves, I wasn’t sure that I could resist her if she did decide to fuck my cock. It might be the smarter move.

“All right,” I said.  I showed her into the house and lead her out the back door. The deck was elevated but I was reasonably sure that my neighbors couldn’t see me. Fuck it, at that point, I didn’t care if they saw or not.

Maria set the chair up. I notice it had a padded seat. They thought of everything.

“Come on,” Maria said.  “Don’t be shy. Take off your pants.”

That was the point of spending a hundred dollars but I was still a bit nervous. Maybe it was because I was taking off my pants in my backyard. I started to unzip my pants but Maria was already impatient. She knelt down in front of me and yanked my pants down.

My cock popped out and slapped her in the face.

“Oh yes,” Maria said.  She took my cock in both hands. “Atractivo,” she moaned. I assumed that meant good.

She stroked me. It wasn’t the fast strokes of trying to get me off. No, she was taking her time. She was enjoying the feel of my cock in her hands. Maria was getting to know my cock. She took her time because she wanted to know my cock very well.

The gate separating the front and back yard popped open. Andreo pushed his lawnmower through. He waved at us.

For lack of knowing anything better to do, I waved back.

“You should sit down,” Maria said.  “Come on.”

Maria pulled me by the cock towards the lawn chair. She never got off her knees.

I sat down in the chair. Andreo started the lawnmower.

Maria took off her shirt. Plump tits fell out. I almost reached for one but I stopped myself. Maria smiled and took my hand.

“Here,” she said. She guided my hand to her tit. My fingers sank into soft flesh. My cock throbbed in the sunlight.

She dipped her head down. Her thick black hair fell over my lap a split second before I felt her mouth take my cock. She swallowed my entire length in one gulp.

“Holy shit,” I yelled. I cringed as I worried about my cursing in my new neighborhood but I didn’t need to. The lawnmower drowned out my cry.

Maria went to work. One hand gripped my cock and held it in place as she sucked me. Her tongue was everywhere. She licked the length of my cock. She licked the ring that surrounded the tip of my cock. She licked the slit on my cock, urging me to come.

Andreo went to work as well. Up and down the lawn he went. Grass and weeds were slaughtered with precision. Row by row, my lawn was being tamed.

My hand was busy too. I kept squeezing Maria’s breast. When I played with her nipple, she sucked me harder. Every gentle pinch made her shiver.

Droll dripped from Maria’s mouth and down my cock. My balls were soaked in her spit. Up and down she moved, coating my cock in spit and sucking it back in.

Maria repositioned herself and I looked to see what she was doing. She slipped a hand into her shorts and stroked herself. I could see that her shorts were just as soaked as my cock.

The lawnmower buzzed and I couldn’t hear Maria’s moans. I could feel them though. They vibrated from her throat and down my cock.

It was just what I needed. My hand clenched around her breast. My hips surged upwards. I was going to come.

“No, no,” Maria said. My cock fell out of her mouth. Her hand gripped the base of my cock and squeezed.

“Ahhhh,” I groaned as my orgasm was stopped.

“Too soon,” Maria said.

I groaned and she went back down on me. Her talented mouth sucked and licked but her grip prevented me from coming.  I was at heaven’s gate but she wasn’t letting me in.

My hand tightened around her breast. She kept sucking.

The lawnmower turned off. I looked up and saw that Andreo had finished the back yard. Fuck, he was quick.

“I do the front now,” he said.

“Okay,” I said weakly as his wife sucked me.

Andreo went to the front yard. Maria looked as he left. She looked up at me. Her eyes were bright with mischief.

Oh God, was she going to ask me to fuck her? Would I say no?  I decided that I wouldn’t. If her mouth was this good, I couldn’t imagine what her pussy would be like. I wanted her.

We heard the lawnmower start up. Maria took her mouth off my cock and rested the tip against her lips. She stroked me with one hand while she continued to stroke herself with the other. 

I waited for the question. I also changed my mind a half dozen times as she stroked me.

I thought about how much I hated yard work and how I didn’t want to offend Andreo. What if I fucked his wife and he never mowed my grass again? That would suck.

I thought about not getting inside this how woman’s pussy. I would hate to miss the chance to fuck this happy slut.  I would regret it forever.

After a few minutes, Maria asked me a question but it wasn’t the one I was expecting.

“Are you ready to come?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said quickly.

Her mouth opened and my cock slipped in. She sucked the top half of my cock while her hand stroked me. Her other hand stroked her hidden pussy even faster. She looked me in the face while I came closer to orgasm.

I released her breast and my hands gripped the arms of the lawn chair. Andreo’s lawnmower buzzed on the other side of the house. Maria looked at me as her cheeks caved in around my cock.

I came.  I yelled.  Maria smiled but she also kept sucking; her hand pumping my cock as she drained me of all my seed.

She took my cock out of her mouth and cried out her own orgasm. Her hand was a frenzied blur as she brought herself to orgasm, once, twice and an amazing third time. It was fucking amazing to watch.

Maria used her shirt to clean my cock. After that, she put the spit covered shirt back on.

Andreo came into the back. I hadn’t even noticed that the lawnmower was off. I was paying too much attention to Maria’s tits trying to escape from her shirt.

“Amigo, your tree in the front yard has beetles,” Andreo said.

I realized my pants were still off.  As I hurried to put them on, I asked him, “Are beetles bad?”

“Very bad,” Andreo said.  “The beetles weaken the tree and one day it will fall down. Maybe it fall on your house, maybe not. Maybe it fall on neighbor’s house.”

“Yep, that is bad,” I said.  I had my pants back on but I still felt awkward. My yard was mowed and my cock had been sucked. 

“My brother, he cuts down trees,” Andreo said.  “Here is his card,”

I took the card from him. “Any idea how much he would charge?”

“Yes, he charges three hundred for cutting the tree,” Andreo said. “Four hundred for cutting the tree and taking the wood with him. For another hundred, you can fuck his wife in the ass.”

“In the ass?” I said.

“Yes, he doesn’t what any babies for his whore wife,” Andreo said.

“Yeah, I think I will give him a call.” 

Fiction: Seduction in Isolation

Explorer’s Log: I am on day two hundred and three of my nine month voyage to the star system designated “Queen’s Deadly Beauty” by Royal Astronomers. No anomalies have been detected. Deep Space Probe Ship is functioning normally. My latest checkup in the medical bay lists my health as excellent. There is nothing further to report. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: There is no way that I am telling them about the dildo talking to me.

“Come on, baby. Quit ignoring me.”

Vaquel Di sat in the Science Bay. She was nude because fuck it, there was no need to put clothes on when it had been months since she last seen a living person. Her lush brown body was covered in fading marks from her month of self-bondage experiments. It was a testament to how bored she had become that tying herself up and nearly dying while masturbating had lost its thrill.

Of course, now she had a new mystery to solve.

“Please, just place me between those great tits of yours.”

She looked at the scanner results again. There was no strange radiation on or near the ship. There was no evidence of alien life. Everything was as normal as could be. There was no scientific explanation for the voice she could hear as clear as day.

“Please, Vaquel. I just want to slip inside that tight cunt of yours.”

Vaquel glanced at the dildo on the sensor pad. It was just a white rock she had found on one of her explorations. It was shaped like a lovely cock and it was smooth enough to fuck. In fact, she had used it to get off many times over the last few months. It just never started talking before today.

“I would give anything to slip between your lips and feel your tongue,” the dildo said. “I want to feel you suck me.”

“You’re just a rock!” Vaquel snapped. “You don’t have anything to feel with!”

“Praise the Gods! You’re talking to me!”

Vaquel felt her stomach sink. She had resisted talking back to the dildo and now she had slipped. The scans, research and tests were leaving only one conclusion regarding the talking dildo: she had gone insane. The months in space with no one to interact with had finally snapped her mind. She had gone space-crazy and the only cure was to ignore it. Talking to her delusion would only reinforce it.

“Please Vaquel, just put a little bit of me into your mouth. Just the tip, that’s all I need!”

Vaquel licked her lips. She had forgotten how nice it was to be begged. Shit, it was nice just to be talked to.

She shook her head and turned her back to it. The medical scans she performed showed no signs of mental deterioration. That was disappointing. She had been hoping for a tumor. At least that she could cut out.

“Come on, Vaquel, you know you want it. Just put me inside you and you know it would feel so goo.”

It would feel good. Vaquel knew from personal experience that the dildo was just a little too big for her. It had the right girth and it had that slight tilt that made every thrust exciting.

“Please, Vaquel. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“I found you on a barren planet with no women,” she said.

“Maybe there used to be women there,” the dildo said. “You don’t know my history!”

“Shut up,” Vaquel said. “I’m not going to talk to my delusion.”

“You don’t know I am a delusion!” the dildo said. “I could be an alien sentience possessing this object. Or maybe I am a communicating to you from another dimension in time and space. I could be all sorts of things.”

“Are you any of those?” Vaquel asked.

“Maybe,” the dildo said. “Why don’t you push me between those big brown tits of yours and maybe I will tell you.”

Vaquel thought about it. Technically, if the dildo was possessed by a strange life form, Vaquel should try to communicate with it. And if she was just suffering some sort of psychotic breakdown brought upon by isolation, it wouldn’t hurt to participate just a little to make sure it was a delusion, right?

“Come here,” she said. Vaquel picked up the dildo.

“Fuck, yes,” it sighed.

She touched the tip of the dildo to her nipple. The dildo moaned happily.

She glided the dildo down the curve of her heavy breast. She heard it groan loudly.

She slipped the dildo between her breasts and then used her other hand to squeeze her tits around it. Although the sound was muffled, she could hear the dildo moaning.

Vaquel slid the dildo up and down her cleavage.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the dildo moaned. “Your breasts are so perfect. I want to stay here forever. I want to live between your tits.”

“I thought you wanted to be inside my mouth,” Vaquel teased.

“Oh Gods, yes!” the dildo said.

Vaquel felt a shiver go down her spine. It was nice to be wanted. It had been too long.

She slipped the dildo up out of her breasts as slowly as she could. She dipped her head down and opened her mouth. Her tongue darted out and gave the tip of the dildo a single lick.

“Oh, fuck!” the dildo moaned.

She closed her lips around the tip of the dildo. Her tongue flicked rapidly at the tip. She sealed her full lips around the tip of the cock and suck as hard as she could.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” the dildo moaned.

Vaquel moaned too. She pushed another inch into her mouth. The dildo gasped.

She lifted her head and took the dildo with her. Vaquel tipped her head back and let gravity pull the dildo into her mouth. Inch after inch slid between her lips and down her throat.

The dildo moaned incoherently.

Vaquel pulled the dildo out of her mouth.

“Please put me back in! Please! Your mouth is so wet and perfect!”

Vaquel giggled. “I thought you wanted to get in my cunt? But I can put you back in my mouth if you want.”

“No! Put me in your cunt, please” the dildo begged.

“”Are you sure?” Vaquel teased. She licked the tip of the dildo. “I think I want you back in my mouth.”

“Yes, I’m sure I want to be in your cunt. Please?”

“Beg me,” Vaquel said. The months of isolation brought out the darkest feelings in her. “Beg me and I will decide if you are worthy.”

“Oh, I am so worthy!” the dildo begged. “I will fill your cunt with my girth. I will press all up inside you. I will be so smooth in the right places and give you enough texture in the other places. “

“I’m not convinced,” Vaquel said cruelly.

“I will get you off like you never have before. I will be the best fuck of your life. I will fuck your cunt like it was my first time.”

Vaquel lowered the dildo to her sex. She spread open her legs and pressed him against her pubic hair. The tip of the dildo slid along the outside of her sex but she didn’t slide him in.

“More,” she whispered.

“Please, let me fuck you,” the dildo begged. “My life was lonely until you found me. Now I know I was meant to fit inside you. I was meant to be your fucktoy. That is all I am good for and it is all I want to be. I was meant to fill your cunt.”

Vaquel pushed the dildo in. It was a little too big but she was wet enough to take it. The dildo was smooth in all the right places and had just a little bit of texture for the other places. It fit perfectly inside her.

“Use me, use me, use me!” the dildo begged.

Vaquel did. She plunged the dildo in and out of her sex. Fast and hard; she rammed herself with her willing tool.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the dildo cried.

“Mm, mm, mm,” Vaquel groaned.

“Harder, harder, harder,” the dildo begged.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Vaquel panted.

“Take me, take me, take me,” the dildo screamed.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed.

Vaquel climaxed. Her legs kicked out and her pussy clenched. She shivered on the chair.

“Was that good enough?” the dildo asked.

“Almost,” Vaquel lied. She pulled the slick dildo from her cunt. It glistened in the light.

“Now, are you going to tell me the truth?” she asked. “Are you an anomaly? Are you possessed by an alien intelligence? Are you just a creation of my deluded mind? Which is it?”

“You know what would feel good?” the dildo said. “How about pushing me into your ass. I would love to be crushed by your tight little asshole.”

Vaquel laughed. Answers could wait for now.