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Subject: {ASSM} Space Quest - Ambassadorial Tour
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The Video Gamer's Sex Stories
Volume 9 - Space Quest - Ambassadorial Tour


    "Captain, this isn't quite the venue I had in mind for our 
discussion on..." the ambassador protested plainly, raising the wine 
glass above her head. Beatrice Wankmeister had nimbly missed spilling 
the delectable beverage when Quirk excitedly herded her onto one of the 
many couches decorating his quarters, and was now composing herself 
from the flurry of diversions that began as soon as she'd entered 
Captain Quirk's quarters.

    "Oh, nonsense!" the smarmy officer replied back with barely a 
thought. "My mission is to make you as comfortable as possible, and get 
to know one of the most attractive... err... *active* political figures 
in this sextor... I mean sector!" Beatrice raised a curious eyebrow at
the slips, but was prevented from replying by another attempt to smooth 
things over. "In a strictly professional sense, of course!" the Captain 
continued, once again flashing his trademark cocky grin.

    More bemused than anything, the blonde ambassador tipped the 
beverage to her lips and took a deep draught, thinking his antics cute 
instead of dangerous. "Of course." she added without emotion, deftly 
slipping a leg over her lap as Quirk set down beside her, stretching 
his entire body with enough force to drown out any other sound.

    "Well, I really am beat from the full station tour," he prattled 
on, extolling on the great sacrifice such a menial task could bear to 
appear. "But if you'd like to tell me anything about those sludge 
bandits that the Starcon brass couldn't bear to hear at the conference, 
I'm all ears." He flashed her a bright wink, so fake it nearly caused 
the civilian to wince.

    "Captain..." Beatrice went on with a slight edge to her voice. "If 
you had been paying attention to anything but my chest the entire 
briefing, you would realize I'm not the type of woman to let a group of 
stiff incumbents belittle me into backing down! This is important!"

    "Yes, yes, of course you are" Quirk soothed, taking her hand into 
his and caressing the smooth flesh. "I found out all I could about your 
career before you came on board."

    "I'll bet you did..." the ambassador remarked sharply, pulling her 
captive limb away. "So then you should know why I have to come along 
with you and make sure the threat is eliminated."

    "That's right." Captain Quirk quipped, reaching for the nearby 
table. "Say, isn't it time for a refill?" he joked, pouring another 
healthy dose of alcohol into Beatrice's glass before she had a chance 
to object. He waited with a wide grin until she hesitantly took a sip 
just to make him look away.

    "Tell you what," the Captain said as he rose, flashing two mock 
pistols at his partner. "You help yourself for a second while I slip 
into something a little more comfortable." Never ceasing his chipper 
mood, the overbearing officer departed for the washroom.

***

    "I'll need a lot more than champagne to deal with this guy." 
Beatrice mused, tossing back the clear concoction with ease. Taking a 
quick glance in the direction Quirk had gone, she hurriedly poured 
another helping and set it down besides the decanter.

    Laying back on the surprisingly soft material, the overworked 
politician allowed herself a moment's peace for the first time all day. 
After running her hands through a golden mane much in need of a rinse, 
Beatrice unbuttoned her white coat, allowing the flaps to dangle 
mercifully by her sides. She knew, of course, that the one less layer 
between her ample breasts and Quirk would be sure to crank up his 
horniness factor a notch, but the delightful loosening was too much to 
ignore over that.

    She had just settled down into a near-nap when the Captain's heavy 
footsteps began approaching. Rousing not quite as majestically as she 
would have liked, Ambassador Beatrice took a deep breath before 
focusing the lure of sleep away. It was surprising how easily the 
alcohol had taken effect, she thought idly, not even noticing her new 
friend's attire until he took a seat.

    "You've got to be kidding..." Beatrix said shockingly upon noticing 
Quirk would be attempting to iron out the mission's difficulties in a 
gaudy purple bathrobe, and apparently nothing else.

    "I have one for you, too." he said invitingly, cocking his head 
towards the bathroom.

    "No thank you." the young woman replied quickly, looking over to 
her papers scattered on the coffee table. She opened her mouth, 
attempting to suggest they get down to work, but was suddenly silenced 
by the officer's long-expected move.

    "Don't you think it's a little late for work?" the lustful officer 
crooned, nudging her chin with his nose in order to coyly rub against 
her neck through the black turtleneck shirt.

    "Captain..." Beatrice warned, but making no attempt to cease his 
playful ministrations. "This is quite out of line in our current 
capacities."

    "I know you won't mind just a little break..." Quirk mumbled, now 
losing himself in her blonde mane. "As I said, I've read ALL about your 
people." Beatrix sighed at this remark.

    "It's always the same when a Terran meets a Betaroid..." she 
continued sadly, now pinned against the armrest as the aggressive 
officer advanced. "I assume you're referring to my planet's lack of any 
sexual inhibition."

    "Well, how many starship captains are blessed with a chance to meet 
someone from a world where everyone puts out?" Quirk blurted, trying 
even less to conceal his true intentions.

    "Too many!" Beatrice growled, pushing him off with little effort. 
Finally fed up, she turned to him. "I should know, since I was the one 
who agreed to a scholastic exchange between us. Turning a blind eye as 
your men impregnated all sixty of my female cadets within twenty-four 
hours of arriving was NOT what the committee had in mind!"

    "Ehh..." the captain sputtered, trying to hide his pride. "I can 
explain that."

    "You don't need to." Beatrix hissed. "From what I've heard from the 
petty officers aboard here, you deal in sex as if it were another 
denomination of buckazoids."

    "All I'm saying is..." Quirk butted in, quickly realizing he was no 
longer in charge of the conversation and acquiescing.

    "Look," Beatrix began, steeling herself for a tirade. "I really 
need you to convince the panel for me to come along with you on board 
the Goliath, and you really want to get in my pants. Now that our cards 
are on the table, let's deal." With that, she took full command of the 
situation.

    Standing up and brushing the small table aside with a sweep of her 
foot, the ambassador swiveled out of her white overcoat, tossing it to 
her side effortlessly. Her black jump suit was akin to a shiny 
carapace, made from some plastic-like outer coating over a velvet 
smooth inner lining. Representive of the latest fashion trend in this 
part of the galaxy, it was truly a pleasure to the eye. Fortunately for 
her thrilled audience, it would not be on display for long.

    Stepping back theatrically, Beatrice fished the tiny zipper out 
from behind her neck, slicing downwards to her middle and delicately 
peeling it off her confined flesh. When the twin voluptuous mounds 
beneath were revealed, Captain Quirk was barely able to contain 
himself. At last allowing herself to crack a smile, she sank into the 
couch once again, this time on her back.

    "No need for foreplay, Captain..." she teased. "Let's just stick it 
in and get it over with."

    "Yes, ma'm!" the now docile officer replied eagerly, getting up to 
smooth his mate's form on the plush fabric. Almost forcefully, he 
extended her still-clad legs to where he had been sitting moments 
before, leaving the willing female totally prone on one of his many 
copulation sites. Without any resistance, Beatrice allowed him to 
remove her boots before pulling her clothes all the way off. Now as 
naked as Quirk's many conquests, she simply lay still and awaited the 
inevitable.

    "I love when people of rank can *unngghhh*" Quirk gasped, mounting 
the ambassador and sliding in. "work out their differences!" Assured 
that this was really okay by Beatrice's blank stare, he happily pounded 
into her soft folds, gazing at the nipples beneath him bouncing 
jauntily with each thrust.

    The long robe hid the action going on from both parties, thankfully 
for Beatrice. From her long experience, though, she knew the likes of 
him would never squeeze more than the barest drop of lubrication from 
her deep channel before finishing. Not that it was entirely unpleasant, 
of course. Having a stiffy rocket between her yellow pubic curls was 
never painful, but more often than not ended up being a chore.

    "Looks like it's been awhile..." Beatrix remarked interestedly upon 
not feeling torrents of sperm immediately inundate her tight canal. Her 
casual voice completely belied the present scene, emerging from a 
tranquil throat mere feet away from the unprofessional pistoning 
nearby.

    "I went without for two whole days!" the satiated captain replied 
breathlessly, the rhythmic slapping of his balls into Beatrice's inner 
thighs becoming a melodious backdrop for the two rutting lovers. 
"Wanted to save it up as soon as I saw the photo on your Starcon 
record"

    "I'm flattered, I guess!" she let out with a sharp intake of breath 
as his large hands began to cover her full rack. While she would never 
let on, Beatrice's pink aureoles were the most sensitive part of her 
body. Even having someone as trying as Quirk rub them was a joyful 
experience.

    While the abundant flesh rising from the ambassador's chest had 
caught the eye of every male on Space Station 22, Quirk was now privy 
to something even delectable -- her fair-haired snatch. As Beatrice was 
buffeted by his vigorous, repeated entry, the victorious skipper took 
the opportunity to change positions. Pausing deep within his lady's 
innards, he ascended to his knees, raising the blonde civilian's legs 
to the ceiling.

    Now, the previously hidden secret between Beatrice's legs was  out 
in the open, and she was helpless to watch the violation of her nether 
region. With this new alignment, Captain Quirk was able to penetrate 
even deeper than before.

    "I can't believe I'm getting off from this..." Beatrice bemoaned, 
suddenly unable to deny the sparks coursing through her loins at the 
increased depth of the sly captain's strokes. Catching herself 
vocalizing such an intimate thought, she peered past her bobbing 
breasts for a moment, glad to see Quirk had been too busy helping 
himself to her feminine charms to notice her emotion betray an 
otherwise composed attitude. "Might as well enjoy it..." she thought to 
herself, beginning to buck slowly against the ram slipping through the 
gate of her womanhood.

    The pair continued making ardent love for some time, the shapely 
ambassador becoming more enamored at Quirk's lasting power. "I guess he 
doesn't have a reputation with the ladies for nothing!" she pondered 
with astonishment. She could feel her hole leaking copious amounts of 
fluid, undoubtedly not the first cream dripped onto the luxurious sofa. 
Her clit was reeling from such intense treatment, throbbing agreeably 
with its master's decision to take a hiatus from tireless duty.

    "Are you ready?" Quirk asked touchingly, concealing a gentleman's 
demeanor beneath his wanton appearance. When Beatrice failed to reply, 
her mouth open with silent happiness, he lowered his arms from the 
bear-hug around her upended limbs, seeking the red button above his 
pistoning rod. The ambassador absolutely melted as all ten fingers 
alternately stimulated the tiny flap, sweat beginning to stream from 
her forehead in large beads.

    His technique was poor, but the sheer overwhelming presence of such 
attention to her hot spot was more than enough compensation. Beatrice's 
climax came as an explosion, ripping through her curvy frame with such 
power even Quirk was aware of the soft cries that at last broke through 
his prim lover's facade.

    "Then here it comes!" he hollered, erupting into her wetness. Their 
come mingled, churned by the spent officer's still-pumping phallus and 
Beatrice's fluttering vaginal walls. It was a long-awaited moment for 
the proper ambassador, at last allowed to let herself go totally into 
the moment. Letting her legs fall, Beatrice grabbed Quirk in a fit of 
passion, holding his body tight to hers until the show was over.

***

    She was the first to awaken after the duo dozed off, feeling the 
heavy weight of Captain Quirk's mass pressing against her nude body. 
She lay still for a moment, collecting herself. While it was relieving 
to allow the Starcon officer to help her out of her guard, the brief 
fling was over now, and it was time to weave an authoritive air once 
again.

    "Come on..." she prodded, heaving her chest into Quirk's gently. 
The slight motion was enough to jar the sleeping man, who quickly 
pushed himself up on his hands, still embedded in her slick chamber. He 
was not in the least bit surprised to find a naked woman underneath 
him, and took it right in stride.

    "Last night was... just shy of forgettable." she alluded with a 
clever smile. Beatrice didn't realize her hands were still locked on 
his shoulders, their conjoined forms a step away from the passionate 
engagement of the previous evening.

    "Then maybe you would like a repeat performance" Quirk chimed, back 
to his old self with the break of day. Without invitation, he began 
shoving his flaccid member into her slit with effort, attempting to 
raise the mast once again.

    "No, no..." Beatrice grunted reluctantly, pulling back into a 
sitting position. Quirk disengaged with a wet slurp, proving their 
touching genitals had kept her yellow flower moist through the night. 
"Once was nice, but again would be... awkward." Sliding off the couch 
regrettably, she paddled over to the bunched clothes still lying on the 
carpet, gathering a garment in each hand.

    "Maybe we'll get to know each other better on the trip to the G-6 
quadrant." she offered hopefully, shrugging her shoulders at the 
prospect. It felt odd to be standing bare in front of him now, but 
after giving herself over totally, it would feel even uncomfortable to 
allow shame to creep in. Although her planet had trained it's females 
well to drive the dirty connotations of sex away, there was still a 
part of her that felt indecisive afterwards.

    "Besides, you won't a chance at another night like this if you 
don't make sure I'm registered for the voyage." she added lightly, 
giving him a nice view of her round behind before passing into the 
bathroom to refresh herself.

***

    Beatrice's last day at the station was a whirlwind of activity 
after Commandant Plussbucket relented in his previous stance. Once 
cleared for a slot on the Goliath, she spent the remainder of her time 
packing up to beam the much-needed documentation over to her new home. 
The work was interrupted only for a moment when she passed by an 
auditorium on deck seven, where the janitor she'd met yesterday was 
receiving his captain's stripes due to an exemplary performance on the 
Starcon Aptitude Test.

    "Maybe I underestimated Roger Wilco..." she considered thoughtfully 
on the powerlift ride back to the Quirk's deck. Although seeing him 
again in such an familiar setting would be clumsy at best, it was sadly 
unavoidable.

    Knocking on Quirk's door produced no response, and Beatrice grew 
momentarily flustered. The most important evidence of the toxic 
pollution going on in this sector was in the maps she'd carelessly left 
in his quarters. Chancing intrusion charges, the blonde woman cast a 
glance up and down the corridor before releasing the lock and letting 
herself inside.

    The central room where the Captain had taken her less than a day 
ago was brightly lit, but the bedroom beyond was noticeably dimmer. She 
could make out without difficulty the writhing forms rutting on her 
former mate's large bed. Sensing a nearby presence, Quirk quickly 
rolled off his latest conquest, throwing his head back in relief at the 
false alarm.

    "Just came to pick up my things!" Beatrice said cheerfully, only a 
little bit distraught he had sought affection in another so quickly. A 
diminutive ensign with short red hair appeared slowly from under the 
covers, clutching the bedspread with both hands under her eyes. While 
hidden, the exertion and unabashed bliss on her cherubic face was 
unmistakable. Both she and her superior officer were panting heavily 
from the interrupted lovemaking.

    "Bea, I can explain..." Quirk started, his elaborate recovery 
mechanism already gearing up.

    "Quirk, you already know I'm Betaroid." she explained benevolently, 
sweeping the wayward documents into her hands. "I'm fine with it. Now 
go ahead and have fun!"

    "Yes, ma'am." he replied, brazenly turning over and hammering his 
subordinate's scarlet flower. Amid the squeals of delight emanating 
from her replacement, Beatrice managed an inward chuckle on the way 
out. The previous night had certainly been an entertaining diversion, 
but she had no future with him. Besides, a capital starship had a near 
limitless supply of virile men who didn't have the advantage of being 
able to look up her profile. While her next mission was of grave 
importance, the ambassador would be sure to afford a bit of time to 
indulge in leisure.


5/13/03 - VGSS
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