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Disclaimer: Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or if you are
offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activity. All characters,
situations, and locations are purely fictional. Remember its just fiction,
and the first chapter of a planned sci-fi/horror novel. Archiving and
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Dellaurio's Bar: A New Conception
Dellaurio's was a combination restaurant, rest house, and bar. It was the
only place at Luna station offering "all" the services--including the
setting for various trysts--that a space hound of any sexual preference
might want.
Prices for food and drink were on the high side, by Terra standards, but
market rate, and then again, the best stuff had to be shipped in, frozen, on
the shuttles. Cheap booze was synthesized on site from ethanol and dried
flavorings. The good stuff--and Dellaurio's sold a surprising amount of
it--was shipped in in specially pressurized vacuum bottles, weighed a ton,
and cost a fortune.
Space hounds, some of them at least, didn't have much to spend their money
on. Dellaurio's motto was to separate them from their money, but to give
them good value.
That's how the place had stayed in business so long.
Prices for the private dinner rooms--an add-on to the eats and drinks--were
reasonable. Dellaurio's had a dozen, each decorated differently, and all
for rent.
The rooms had "themes." For example, there was one--number 8, and my
favorite--done up just as a dining room, with a table set for two (real
silver), a couch, a music player and adjustable lighting. And candles: they
had to be electric. Nobody had ever figured out how to deal with dripping
wax in low-grav conditions. The stuff tended to puddle up around the wick
and kill the flame. But flicker bulbs made a satisfactory substitute.
>From there it graded over to the S&M room, complete with a bondage table and
major toys. All the rooms had recording equipment discreetly placed.
Whether it got used or not depended on the tenants.
Most of the time the action wasn’t that interesting. There’s only a limited
number of ways something hard gets shoved into an orifice. Hard corn porn
doesn’t sell nearly as well as the soft-core kind, the kind ofwith a story.
But sometimes, the meeting was special. And, there was a lot of variety in
between.
I had just come on duty, and was checking the boards to see which rooms were
occupied, who needed service. I got paid to see that things ran smoothly.
There was no such thing as a completely "off" hour at Dellaurio's, owing to
the 24-hour time schedule of the station itself.
And my job? I was in charge of the audio-visual equipment and the computer
controls. Things like making sure the HVAC systems were running properly,
that the gravity grids were working, and in taping the customers. I also
monitored the activity to see that nobody got hurt: the cops would come in
for freebies, but mostly they let us operate because we made sure nobody got
hurt, and nobody got cheated. I did the editing, adding and deleting
ambient sounds, adding music tracks, modifying lighting.
Didn't I mention that part? That was where Dellaurio made the real money:
providing erotic tapes for the space hounds to take with them. They wanted
tapes of the action, hey got tapes. Sometimes they would sell the tapes to
us, but they had to be pretty interesting to be worth the time it would take
me to dub, clean up, and add a sound track. Most of the time it was plain
old penis getting shoved into an orifice. A lot of times it didn't seem to
matter into which orifice, to either partner. The short haulers--shuttle
crews--didn't need them. The space hounds on the Jupiter and Saturn runs,
and especially the extra-solar runs, which would last for years, calendar
time, wanted them.
It was a good business. Nobody got hurt. Lots of people had fun. We made
fantasies come true.
Number 8 was hosting two space hounds--a large, heavily muscled,
dark-complected man and a tall, fair skinned woman. They were finishing up
dinner. This one would be interesting...there was real red wine on the
table, and I knew the stuff cost a fortune.
Mozart playing in the background. Something from Don Giovanni. How
appropriate, lecher music for lusting. At least, until the end where the
Don gets dragged off to hell. Well, that part wouldn't happen, not while I
was on duty.
The man led the woman over to the couch, and sat down with her, glasses of
wine at their sides. I didn't recognize them, and even if I had, I get paid
to be blind in public. I noticed that they'd been careful to put the sipper
tops on...getting red wine out of the carpet was always a bitch. I would be
interested to see their technique. This set up was just perfect for the
"rom_vids" which really appealed to the female customers. I wouldn't even
have to replace the sound track. I checked the order board. They hadn’t
asked for a tape, but sometimes we taped first and got permission
afterwards. These two might like it. I punched up start on the board.
The man smiled. "Let's listen to the music and finish our wine. Do you
like Mozart, Laurie? There are lots of choices in the changer."
The woman said "Reese, Mozart's fine." She smiled as she crouched down next
to the changer. She had on a skirt and blouse...in itself, unusual among
the space hounds, but not at all uncommon at Dellaurio's, where people
tended to dress up. Some kept clothes in cubbies that Dellaurio’s rented
to them while they were off station. And Dellaurio's even kept clothing on
hand, both rental and new and for sale. We really were a full service
establishment.
Her skirt rode up her thighs, letting Reese see more of her. He smiled, as
he looked her over. She wasn't gorgeous. She had mousy brown hair, cut
short in a spacer's cut. I could see her eyes, bright blue, and a little
unusual now that the races of terra were so mixed. And while she didn't
look young (there was not telling how old she was, calendar time, but she
looked to be in her mid-forties, bio time, which was quite different), there
was a touch of youthful innocence that he
seemed to find enticing.
Laurie walked over to the couch and settled down to listen to the music.
Reese handed her the wine.
He pulled her back, so she could lean against him. Laurie smiled
appreciatively and snuggled against him.
They continued sipping, and listening to the music. Reese pulled her
closer, and gently began kissing her neck. She seemed to like it, and
didn't pull away. His kisses started getting a little more intense.
"Reese, honey, I like this."
Well, now. Maybe they knew each other. Anonymous couplings were always so
boring to witness. Just one person sticking something into another
person's orifice.
No style. No grace. No finesse. And certainly not worth the tape required
to preserve it.
He answered by silently responded by grabbing her cheek with one hand,
turning her head towards his, and softly kissing her full lips. Laurie
moaned. I cranked up the telephoto lens, and could see him licking licked
her lips through the kiss, and even slithering his tongue between them. She
parted her lips to let him in, and he teasingly played with her tongue.
Reese caressed her cheek, and slowly worked his way down her neck. He
reached her breasts, and stroked them. She moaned a bit, and began undoing
the buttons herself. His other arm was behind her body, holding her. He
pulled back to watch a little. Apparently, this guy liked looking. Reese
intensified the kiss, and kept up his gentle massage as he pushed the blouse
off her shoulders.
He kept this up for a while, getting her used to the feel of his touch.
After a while, he slid his hand inside her camisole. She gasped, and
squirmed, and tried to speak, but he kept her mouth covered with his. She
lost herself in the kiss, and subsided. Reese slipped the straps of the
camisole off her shoulders, and pushed the silken material down to her
waist.
His hands went all over her body to the fastener for her skirt, working it
until it was hanging open. She sat there looking at him, panting, clearly
excited and wanting more, just the camisole at her waist, and the skirt
around her hips.
The camisole had been a surprise. I wondered what else she might have on.
Reese put on a winning smile, and looked at her. "I love the feel of your
skin."
"It's so lonely. It's been a long time since I've been with you, so take it
easy."
So, she did know him. Surprising. Mostly when they knew one another they
just fucked in room number 4, the barely habitable number with just a cot
and a chair and lamp. Bargain basement. This was the most expensive room.
Generally not used by people who were already fucking one another, but as an
aid, a help, a stimulant for the first time.
He leaned toward her, and she didn't back away. Eventually, he pushed her
down on the couch, and was hovering over her. He still had on all his
clothes. She started to say something, but Reese stopped her with a deep,
passionate kiss.
He broke their kiss, and planted dozens of kisses all over her face. He
kissed his way down her neck and onto her shoulder. She gasped as she felt
his warm mouth cover her breast, softly licking at her nipple. She arched
her back, trying to get more of it into his mouth. He licked and sucked,
getting both nipples completely wet. He didn't stop until both nipples were
extremely hard and sensitive.
Laurie reached up and pushed him away, just enough to unbutton his shirt.
He took off his shirt, and threw it on the ground, letting her see his bare
chest.
"Doesn't your skirt feel a little confining?"
She nodded, and he stood up, gently grabbing her upper arms, and pulling
her off the couch. He removed her camisole and skirt, leaving her nude from
the waist up, but decorated with a black lace garter belt, stockings, and
lace panties.
"See, doesn't that feel better?" he asked. He lay down on the couch, in the
position he had been in a moment ago, and pulled her down on top of him. He
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep kiss. His other
arm was around her back, holding her tight against him, pressing her now
swollen breasts against the muscles and bones in his chest.
She sighed and began rubbing her breasts against his chest. She seemed to
feel safe and secure in his arms--and they seemed to have done this sort of
thing before, her comments about "taking it easy" not withstanding.
Reese continued his caresses, murmuring comfort to her. His one leg was
positioned under and between hers, and he started to raise it up. His hands
slid from her back to his waist, and he started loosening his pants.
Reese slid his pants down his legs, and let them fall to the floor beside
the couch. Then he pulled her back down to him, resuming their kiss. His
bare leg went back between her legs, forcing it up her sweet thighs, slowly
moving up and down, stimulating her. Laurie was clearly enjoying the
pressure, and raised up enough to offer him a breast. He licked, and
nuzzled, and suckled as she moved her lace panty clad cunt astride his still
covered cock.
Reese reached down her back and began to caress the outside of her bare
thighs, moving his hands down her buttocks, pulling them apart so that the
air might have hit her cunt, had she not been sitting on him. On some
strokes, his hands rubbed her buttocks, and every now and then, his hands
rubbed against the panties covering her cunt. Very shortly, his hands found
their way there more and more often. Eventually, he concentrated there,
massaging her softly, through the roughness of the lace, which could only
add to the pleasure. He could feel the dampness there. They were almost
completely soaking wet. He continued stimulating her, alternating with
stretching her cut lips apart.
Stretching her out was going to be important. I could see his now fully
inflated cock. It was dark. It was long, and it was big. In fact, as I
zoomed in for a close-up, I could see that it was huge.
Laurie seemed to enjoy the stimulation, and they way which he pulled her
buttocks forced her cunt lips apart enough that she was astride his inflated
member. She began to ride him, gently, through the panties.
He didn't seem in any hurry to penetrate her.
On one stroke, his fingers slipped underneath her panties, as if by
accident. "You're panties are so wet, they just slipped under there." He
pushed the fabric aside as he continued to slide his finger up and down her
slit, rubbing against her clit. "Let's get rid of them." He pulled his
hands down the center of her thighs, dragging the wet panties with them. He
grabbed them, and pulled them off her legs, and threw them to the ground. He
continued forcefully rubbing against her clit. "There, isn't that better?"
Laurie responded by tossing her head back and bucking, with a groan. I had
adjusted the lighting slightly, and had increased the video gain so that I
could clearly see the sexual flush that accompanied her orgasm.
Reese began kissing her again. Very slowly, he repositioned the two of
them so that she was lying on her back and he was on top. He held her
tight, and opened her thighs with his leg. She reached up to kiss him.
muffling anything he might have wanted to say.
Eventually, both of his legs were between hers, and he rutted against her,
his manhood still encased in his clothes. Laurie reached down and undid the
fasteners for his pants, pushing them down his ass. She was more excited
now, not caring about anything except for the man's tender caresses.
His rutting stopped, and his hands left her body, even though his kissing
intensified, as he pushed his underwear down. Laurie sighed when his hands
returned, and massaged her breasts. She didn't seem to even notice that his
hips between her thighs no longer had the feel of his underwear.
She did notice when she felt the tip of his cock press against the opening
of her vagina. "I want to look at you."
Reese pulled up, resting on his knees, his huge cock standing at attention,
a lazy spiderweb of precum spinning off it into the air, pointing toward
her. He rested his hands on her upturned knees to help with his balance.
Laurie took a good look and gasped, pulling that hot cock to her cunt and
using the tip to stimulate her. Obviously, the lady knew what she wanted
and liked. "Wait. Let me do this. Let me help you."
"Do you think you can take it all?"
"I don't know. I've never had anyone so big. Let's go slow and see."
So, they hadn't done this before. I was getting confused.
He kissed her again, and pushed forward, slowly sliding the tip of his
member inside.
She moaned. He remained there for a moment, letting her get used to the
feeling of a man within her body.
"You like my cock, baby?"
"Oh yes. All of it, I want all of it in my pussy!"
He only had the tip inside, and from the view I had, there was at least
another 10 inches. He fucked her a bit, forcing in another inch or so,
pulling out again, leaving only the tip inside, and plunged in again. He
fucked her again, and again, and again, each time pushing in another inch or
so. Sometimes he pulled out altogether and used his cock tip to rub her
clit, up and down her slit, bringing her to an orgasm each time. She kept
trying to say to say something, but the force of his thrusts kept her breath
coming in short inaudible gasps.
Her back was to me as she knelt on the sofa,. I could see that thick long
cock stuffed partway up her cunt. A good amount of cock was inside, but
half was of his thick meat still glistened outside her love hole. Her pussy
juices dripped down the cock as she raised and lowered herself on him, and
pooled around his nuts.
"Are you sure you can take it all?" Laurie answered by raising up and
shoving, and I swear, another six inches of cock slid in, down to his balls.
She raised a little and slammed pussy back down along the shaft. She
managed to get all of it stuffed in her cunt this time.
Laurie paused and looked down at her lover. "Oh, God, I have all your stud
meat. I want all of it. I want your cum in my pussy. I've never had a cock
so deep before." She raised up and slammed down again, bottoming out with
her wet cunt caressing his hairy balls. "Fuck, that feels so damn good!
Push it in slow while I try to wiggle down on it. It is so fucking deep!"
Reese's hand reached around and pulled Laurie down hard on his member. She
began to squirm as he used his hands to rub her clit, making sure to bring
her to an orgasm while he was in her. She squirmed and wiggled on the
monster cock, stroking its entire length.
"My cunt is so full. Push on me, damn it, make me do it again. Push that
cock, harder!"
I could see the muscles in his legs and ass ripple as he thrust against her,
pushing the monster meat up and into her. His cock was completely inside
her, and she was resting her cunt on his nuts."
"Jeez, Laurie, the waves of pleasure are washing over me, as you rub my
jewels.” The stud grunted as he strained to push her up and down along the
shaft. He was starting to glisten, and grunted as he strained to control
her thrusting. She was moaning and thrashing about as she tried to slide up
and down, setting down with a hard slam at the end of each stroke. They
were long strokes.
"Yes, fuck yes!" Her head threw itself back and swung wildly from side to
side as her whole body twitched and spasmed in orgasm.
Reese slowed her, and put her down on her back, pushing her legs wide and
forcing himself back in. "Baby, your cunt is milking my cock like I've
never felt before. You took my whole fucking cock. What a cunt. Your want
my cum, bitch? Can you feel me, bitch? Can you feel it?"
I started to worry. Fun's fun. But at Dellaurio's the motto is "Nobody
gets hurt." I didn't want to break it up with the lights, but was prepared
to do so. I relaxed when I heard her reply:
"Oh fuck yes. I can feel your prong. It’s so fucking deep, Reese. Stroke
me. Your cum is gonna be so fucking deep. Oh, baby, fuck me. Fuck me! I
want that seed deep in my cunt. I feel the tip, nuzzling the top of my
tunnel. Spread me, shoot me, put it IN me."
“God, baby, put your legs down.” He stroked her slowly, pushing his cock
completely in. Then he gave two quick thrusts and stopped, fully enfolded.
“Time to make a baby.”
They appeared to reach orgasm simultaneously, in a position designed to
maximize conception. Good thing all space hounds were immunized against it.
Time to make a baby, indeed.
Reese's orgasm subsided slowly; he pulled himself out of her an inch at a
time, and laid back down, remains of his erection rubbing the cum into her
belly. I wondered what the hell the two of them were doing, because he
stayed on top of her, pulling her legs up so the cum would stay in.
Eventually he began to pull out, and with about eight inches out, I could
see the pussy juice coating the cock had a faint pinkish color, giving that
monster a sheen.
She reached up after a few minutes and began kissing him again, and somewhat
to my surprise, he raised up with the beginning of another erection on him.
He moved up on her so she stayed on her back, feet flat on the floor, knees
up, and put his cock to her mouth. She went down on him, gently at first,
nuzzling and licking the cum off his cock.
After a few minutes, he moved back and began again. "It feels like you're
milking my cock." Laurie responded by grabbing his nuts and massaging them.
"Shit, baby, I'm cumming again. I'm cumming hard in your hot cunt." His
hands pulled her down on his cock. His balls visibly contracted as he shot
his second load of cum deep into her.
"Oh, yes! I can feel your cum so fucking deep in my pussy. It feels like
you're going to blow the top of my head off. Oh, fuck! OH, FUCK! I'm cumming
in your cum, baby. I'm cumming now." They had rolled on their sides, and
his could see his fingers furiously massaging her slit. "I'm cumming now.
It's so good." Laurie's body twisted and turned on her lover's cock for
several minutes as her head thrashed back and forth. She finally finished
climaxing and collapsed, toward him, as he gently turned her back on her
back and forced her knees up again. He kept his cock stopped up in her
cunt, almost as if he were keeping th cum there, moving hands from her ass
to her tits and played with her nipples, bring her to several more orgasms.
They kissed and cuddled as they dropped down from their orgasmic highs.
"Oh, Reese, that was wonderful..."
"I can't believe you took all of me. I feel like I've been thoroughly
fucked. Fuck, baby, you took it all. I don't believe it."
One last time, Laurie heri began to fondle his fuck tool. It popped back to
attention a little more more slowly, but as she used it to pleasure herself,
it lengthened back to full size. The fuck tool was hard as he plunged it in
and out of her love tunnel.
I watched, amazed as all of it went back in. These two kept up their
lovemaking for a long time. She was so wet that they were sliding against
one another. She took a long time to bring to her final climax, but
eventually her noticed the telltale signs. Her face began to get flushed
and her breath became shorter and shorter. Suddenly she screamed and
thrashed her head from side to side as wave after wave of passion coursed
through her body. He didn't appear to cum again, just held her sweaty body
tight even as he felt her pussy contracting around his sensitive cock.
The moment subsided, and the two pulled apart. Laurie looked at her lover
and said, "Reese, darling, I'm so glad I'm married to you. Maybe this will
give us a baby.”
Married? Baby? These two were rutting like space hounds. I thought they
were space hounds. You could have knocked me over when I heard that. These
two were married? MARRIED? Nobody married behaved like that.
She stood up very slowly, on wobbly legs, slightly bow-legged. I could see
the cum dripping oozing out of her cunt dripping down her leg. She turned
to him, "Well, I'm going to clean up. Where’s dinner?”
Nice story ending. I couldn’t have dubbed something better: I was really
hoping they’d sell it to us. We could make a fortune on something like
that. I liked the cunt dripping down her leg part. Then I looked at the
status board. Yes, they had ordered dinner. And no, no one had delivered
it. And I had forgotten to start the tape.
Oops.
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