"Jake?"
Tamara Sable leaned in the doorway to the mechanic's bay, where a pair of sneakered feet were sticking out from under some large, strange, intricate piece of star-drive equipment. The feet were moving, obviously to some unheard beat.
Tamara smiled slightly, shaking her head, and walked into the bay, next to the suspended piece of machinery. "Jake?"
The feet continued to tap, unhindered.
Tamara leaned down, to look underneath. Sure enough, there was Jake, a headset strapped to his brown haired head, working busily with a wrench and grinning.
Tamara called his name again, hesitant to touch the mechanic while he was working.
Jake, on the other hand, was totally involved in his repair work, and didn't hear Tamara. The first hint he had of her presence was a gentle waft of rich perfume, and he turned his head to look in the direction the perfume came from. His eyes widened slightly, and he smiled in appreciation. A lovely, soft pair of breasts were regarding him from under a tight black lace halter-top. Then his eyes snapped up to the curious face, lips moving in what must be his name. He yanked the headphones off his head, and grinned widely. "Tam!"
Tamara laughed. He liked the sound of it, and the effect it had on her halter-top.
He slid out from under the star-drive, and stood up.
Tamara straightened as well, looking distractedly at the door, so Jake took that time to examine her, as he always did, when he knew she wasn't watching. An old, familiar fire sparked inside him, and he chuckled softly.
He strode to his desk, wiping his dirty hands on a nearby rag. "What do you need, Tam?" he asked conversationally. Each time he asked that, he always hoped she'd say, "You!" and jump him right there, but she never had so far.
Tamara tilted her head to the side. "Oh, it's the Pegasus, Jake."
"Again?" Jake grinned.
Tamara laughed. "Yes, again. I had to be towed, this time. Not cheap."
Jake smirked. "Never is." He made a few quick notes on a computer pad, and rounded his desk. "So. Show me what ya got." He caught her elbow, and tugged her along with him towards the door to the tow company's hanger.
* * * *
Jake looked over the damaged cargo ship with a critical eye. He made several circuits of the
Sable Pegasus
, taking notes, while Tamara was in the tow office, talking to the men who brought her in.
There were two of them, space roughened types, and they seemed to enjoy making things as difficult for her as possible. Tamara was beginning to get exasperated.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't have that kind of money," she said finally.
The man behind the desk exchanged a look with the other. The other tilted his head towards the girl and grinned. "Okay," the guy at the desk said. "We keep your ship then."
Tamara frowned. "No."
The guy at the desk shook his head, smiling. "Too bad," he said. "Either you pay for the tow, or we get to keep the ship."
She sighed. "Look, I just don't have that kind of money. You can clean me out, and I still won't have enough to pay you."
The other man walked over towards Tamara. "Well, we don't have much of a choice. We have to make our expenses as well, you know." His eyes moved over her body intimately, lingering a long time on her lace covered breasts and hips. He glanced at his companion at the desk. The other man caught his look and smiled.
Tamara eyed the guy approaching her, noting his roving gaze. She glanced at the man behind the desk.
"Well," he said, rising as well. "We're going to have to work out a compromise.
You don't want to lose your ship, and we want to be paid for our work." He approached her.
Now, with the two of them closing slowly in on her, Tamara considered her options. "Well, like I said, I don't have any money. You willing to take something else in payment?"
The first man grinned widely. "Sure. What have you got?"
Tamara smiled. "What do you want?"
The second man smirked. "I think you know."
They both continued to approach her, backing her up into a wall. As the cold metal surface touched her back, Tamara bit her lip, her smile fading a bit. She looked these two over.
They were large, muscular, human men. The first man was massive, dark haired, tall. The second, the one that had been behind the desk, was lighter, his hair a light golden brown, his body a bit more lithe. They were both quite attractive, and could be fun. And anything was better than cleaning her account out of every last unit.
She wondered what they would do if she protested.
Tamara appeared to consider a moment, then widened her eyes as though realizing what the brown haired man had implied. She shook her head. "No."
The dark haired one glanced at his companion. Then he turned back to Tamara.
"Well, now you have three choices. One, you pay us, which you said you can't do.
Two, you let us have your ship. Three, you let us fuck you."
The brown haired man grinned. "Make your choice."
Tamara shook her head again. "No to all three," she said, wondering the entire time if they would back off. She doubted it seriously, but it would be interesting to find out.
The dark haired man seemed to hesitate, but the other moved forward, pressing Tamara into the wall with his body, forcing his lips on hers. His hand found a breast and squeezed it. Tamara moaned in protest, struggling.
The dark haired man chuckled softly. "It seems your choice has been made for you," he purred, stepping forward to run his fingertips over her side, and the soft swell of her unoccupied breast.
Tamara closed her eyes as she was brutally kissed, his tongue pressing into her mouth, exploring it ruthlessly. She felt her nipples harden, even as her body began to tremble. The hand squeezing her breast almost hurt, it was so tight. She felt a tingling between her legs, and she moaned again.
The brown haired man left her lips finally, grinning. "I think she likes it," he said to his darker companion. His hand stayed on her breast, kneading it. The other man took this opportunity to lean in, pressing his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He caught hold of her tongue, and began to suck it, as his hand closed around her other breast.
Eyes closed, Tamara squirmed under the attention, gasping, moaning softly.
She felt the waistband of her pants loosen, and then felt them being yanked over her hips, down around her ankles. She heard a voice, the other man, laughing quietly, "She's wet. She does like this." Then a finger was plunged into her depths, a slick wet sound accompanying the feeling of penetration. She jerked slightly and moaned.
Another finger joined the first, and then another. Something hot and wet flicked against her clit, and she tried to scream, but couldn't with her tongue and lips being sucked. Another finger slammed into her, and she suddenly realized the brown haired man was shoving his entire hand into her pussy. She gasped, her hips thrusting, as her clit was engulfed in something hot and damp, which began to suck on her.
Tamara was having trouble staying on her feet by now, and she felt herself beginning to slide down the wall. The dark haired man's lips left hers. She heard his voice, "Get her on the desk. Will be easier."
She was picked up, the thrusting hand never leaving her wet pussy. It continued to pound her even as she was carried and laid on the messy surface of the office desk, and her jeans and shoes pulled all the way off. She opened her eyes slightly to see the brown haired man lower his face back down to her dark pink clit and suck it into her mouth. She groaned softly, and shuddered. The dark haired man leaned over her then, his hands fondling and kneading her breasts. He grinned at her. "These are great," he said. "Anyone ever tell you that?"
Tamara moaned and nodded, panting.
He chuckled. "What do you want me to do with your tits, honey?"
She shuddered, gasping, her hips slamming hard into the thrusting hand of the brown haired man, who was moaning by this time, sucking her very hard.
"Ah. A little too breathless to talk?"
Tamara nodded, her body shaking with each thrust. Her breasts jiggled enticingly under the voracious gaze of the dark haired man. He considered, then grabbed her lace top and ripped it from her body. She screamed, panting, moaning, as he lowered his face to a breast, running his tongue in long strokes over the sides, her cleavage, then around the other one, circling slowly up over the shuddering soft flesh, but not touching her nipples. He repeated this over and over with each breast, until Tamara was quivering violently, her moans now loud groans of pleasure. Finally, he ran his wet tongue over a nipple, and Tamara screamed.
Her body spasmed as she came in the brown haired man's face, much to his enjoyment. Hot, musky juice flowed out of her, and the dark haired man simply smiled, running his tongue over her other nipple, grinning at the repeated screams of the woman, and her shuddering.
The hand that was stuffed up inside her slid out. A tongue licked her dark pink flesh slowly, cleaning up all the moisture that came out of her. Tamara lay there, atop the desk, shivering, eyes squeezed shut.
A voice came in her ear then, "Off the desk. On the floor," it commanded, "On your hands and knees."
She felt something wrap around her closed eyes, and she gasped softly. "What- ?"
She was jerked up, pulled off the desk, and shoved to the floor. She took up the ordered position, trembling.
There were voices above her. "You were right, she does look great naked. Wish we could keep her."
"Yeah. I saw her dance enough times that I know her body pretty well."
Tamara tried to get up, but was just shoved back down.
"Stay there."
Tamara shivered, waiting. Then she felt a presence behind her, and something hard and silky smooth pushed against her slick, wet flesh. She began to moan as it slowly slid into her depths, stretching her as it did so. As this happened, something pressed against her lips, demanding entrance. She could taste the liquid as she opened her mouth and another silky shaft filled her. She suckled at all the flesh she could reach, moaning loudly.
A deep chuckle sounded above her.
A thrusting motion began, slowly at first, as the two men impaled her between them. Tamara groaned deeply, matching their rhythm, moving slowly back and forth. Low grunts came from the two men, as they increased their pace. Tamara squirmed, keeping her movements slow as they moved faster into her. She heard a groan over her head, and two hands entwined in her hair, moving her faster. The grip of the other man, who had his hands on her hips, tightened, and he began to slam himself hard into her body. She gasped, groaning again herself, as her body shook with the impacts into her mouth and pussy.
The slamming and sucking quickened into a frenzy.
The sounds coming from the office were wild, loud, primal, and as Jake opened the door in curiosity and some concern, the sight that met his eyes forced him back several paces.
Here was Tamara, naked, glistening with sweat, on her hands and knees on the floor, being fucked by the two towing men. He stared, alarmed and at the same time incredibly aroused by it. His hand went to the front of his jeans, to adjust himself, rubbing there a moment. He watched as the men pounded her, movements erratic and wild, the woman gyrating between them.
It wasn't much longer before they both came, the man in her mouth first, exploding his seed down her throat, as she swallowed hungrily, suckling at him for more. The second man joined them, a loud yell of release torn from his throat as he impaled her to the hilt and shook.
Jake quickly closed the door, and headed back off to his hangar, before they saw him.
Tamara slumped.
The two slid themselves out of her body, grinning. The dark haired one unfastened the blindfold around Tamara's head, and helped her to a sitting position on the floor.
The brown haired man chuckled softly. "I think that'll cover the towing costs, babe."
Tamara blinked at them, as they began to dress. "Good," she said quietly, smiling. She looked around for her clothes, retrieving her jeans and shoes. She found the torn top and smirked. "You ought to reimburse me for this," she said.
The dark haired man grinned. He watched her pull on her jeans, eyes locked on her breasts. "You look better without it, honey," he said.
Tamara laughed. "Yeah, but still." She stood up, and walked over towards them. "I take it I was good?" She sat on the edge of the desk.
The brown haired man smiled, nodding. "Damn good fuck," he said, running his hands over her breasts. He grinned as her nipples hardened under his touch. "I should have got some pictures. You'd look good on the wall in here."
Tamara grinned. "I'll have to come back and let you take some then."
The light haired man's hands began to knead her breasts and he chuckled softly.
"Damn, woman. You got me wanting to screw you again already."
Tamara leaned forward and kissed him. "Maybe later," she whispered, "You can both have me again, and count it as a free tow for next time."
The dark haired man laughed, grabbing the woman from his companion and planting a deep kiss on her. "You come back soon, sweetheart," he muttered, now moving his hands over her breasts. "I'm gonna miss these tits."
Tamara giggled, and her breasts shuddered in his hands. "Okay," she said softly, and slid off the desk, sauntering for the door. She opened it, gave a wave, wiggled her breasts for them, and let the door close as she walked over to her ship, to get herself another top.
A couple of the tow company's employees watched her walk across the landing bay, eyes wide.
* * * *
Tamara made her way back to Jake's hangar, now wearing a thin white halter-top that stretched tightly across her breasts. She had matched this with a pair of white jeans. She leaned in his door. "Jake?"
Jake appeared from an inside room, and smiled at her. "So. Got everything worked out?" His eyes locked on her chest.
Tamara nodded, walking into the office. "How long do you think it will take to fix her?"
He shrugged. "A day, maybe less."
Tamara grinned, and sat on the edge of his desk as he sat down. "Oh good," she said.
Jake couldn't take his eyes off the thin white material. The shadows of her nipples were dark against the fabric, and it stretched with each breath she took.
She looked at him. "Jake?"
He raised his eyes to her face, reluctantly. "Yeah?"
"Need anything else from me?"
Jake blinked. "Uh. No, thanks Tam."
Tamara leaned forward. Jake groaned inwardly. Now he could see right down the front of her top. Her breasts were very close to his face now. He suppressed an urge to flick his tongue out and lick at those full round globes.
Tamara looked at him a long moment, watching his face. She slid closer to him, watching his eyes widen as they continued to train on her chest.
"Need anything else from me, Jake?" she repeated, her voice a deep, rich whisper.
Jake groaned softly. He felt his member stirring and hardening as his vision was filled with her soft, smooth skin. He licked his lips, his tongue lingering on his lower lip.
She was breathing quicker now, he could tell. Her chest rose and fell faster, and was driving him insane with want.
"Yeah," he groaned, leaning forward. His tongue reached out, and slid slowly into her cleavage, caressing the soft flesh. He slid one strap of her top over her shoulder, slowly, hooking his thumb in the material, and pulling on it. His lips touched her flesh, kissing her, as the material slipped down, revealing one full breast. He moved his kisses to the dark, hardened nipple, and pulled it into his mouth.
Tamara moaned softly, sliding around the desk to sit before him as he suckled her breast. Her hips squirmed a bit as she watched him, and her hands slid into his dark brown hair, tightening. "You like?" she breathed.
Jake looked up, into her deep grey eyes, and nodded. His tongue toyed with her nipple softly, then swathed it in a long, slow lick.
"How long?" she asked, still looking at him.
He grinned. "Since the first time I saw you," he muttered, looking down at her breasts. "The first time I saw you, you were wearing a thin white top and a pair of blue panties." He licked her nipple again. "The first time you brought your ship in for repairs. I came on board, and you weren't dressed yet."
She looked at him. "I don't remember that."
He grinned, pushing his tongue into her cleavage. He leaned forward, suckling at the rise of skin visible over her still covered breast. Then he looked back up at her. "I know. I left before you could see me. Ever since then, I wanted to see you naked. Wanted to fuck you." He leaned forward to bury his face in her cleavage.
Tamara moaned softly. "Oh…" she breathed. She fumbled with the fastening to her jeans and unzipped them. "Then help me get my jeans off," she whispered.
Jake made a slight sound, pulling his face away reluctantly. Tamara slid off the desk to stand in front of him, and slid her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed hold of her jeans as she slid back onto the desk, removed her shoes and pulled the jeans all the way off her. Then he looked her over, sliding forward in his desk chair, pulling one leg on each side of him.
She was wearing a damp, lacy white G-string, her top pulled down to cradle one large, full breast, and he grinned. His hand closed around her exposed breast, while the other pulled her top down, letting her breast slide out of its own accord.
He left her top that way, fondling her soft flesh a moment, then he let go, leaned back in his chair, and admired her.
Tamara smiled, running one hand over her chest, playing with a nipple, then sliding down her stomach, over her panties, to stroke herself there.
Jake grinned, his hand going to the waistband of his jeans. He unfastened them.
"Perform for the video, Tamara," he said softly.
Tamara blinked. "Video?"
He nodded, unzipping his jeans, and reaching inside. "Yeah. My video surveillance camera. I'm recording this. It's always on."
Tamara moaned softly. "Oh," she said, glancing around, her hand moving faster against her panties. "Where is it?"
Jake smiled, groaning softly as his hand moved inside his jeans. "Never mind where it is. Just know it can see you perfectly."
Tamara's fingers pressed harder, and she shuddered slightly. "A-anyone watching it?" she managed, as fresh moisture dampened the already soaked material between her legs.
Jake laughed deeply. "Probably. Give them a good show."
Tamara leaned back, fingers slipping under her panties, to move against her flesh unrestricted.
Jake reached up, and pushed the material aside, watching her slide her fingers over the slick, dark red flesh, playing with it, now and then slipping a finger inside.
He grinned. "Nice. Very nice. Just keep doing that," he breathed, his own hand moving faster in his jeans.
"Can you get my panties off me?" she panted, hips gyrating as she slid another finger into her pussy. "I can't stop long enough to-"
There was a soft sound of ripping material, and the panties fell away. Jake slipped the pocket knife back into his pocket, and ran a finger over her completely exposed flesh. He relished the gasp that came from her and stuck his finger in his mouth. "Mm," he purred. "Very nice. Keep it up. I want to watch you make yourself come. You think you can do that for me, Tam?"
"Uunnhh-huuuh…" Tamara groaned, sliding two more fingers into her body.
Her hips thrust against her hand, a wet, slurping sound, mixed with her panting moans. Jake's hand slowed as he watched, his teeth gritting.
"Yeah, that's it. Come for me."
Tamara fell back onto the desk, papers and other desk objects scattering, her body writhing as she curled her hand and slid it inside her, spreading herself for Jake's and the camera's view. She grunted, squirming as she pounded her hand into herself. Her other hand found a breast, squeezing it as her hips rose off the desk.
Jake grinned, watching her. His eyes drank in every bit of her, wiggling around on top of his desk, her juices running over her flesh and dampening his papers.
The scent was overwhelming, intoxicating, and he longed to lean forward and suck her neglected clit, red and quivering in front of him. He licked his lips hungrily as she screamed, body spasming, fresh moisture flowing out of her. He leaned forward and took her engorged clit into his mouth, suckling on it ravenously.
Tamara screamed again, even louder than before, shuddering again. Her body flopped about on the desk and she could barely hear his deep, throaty chuckle as his hands closed like vices around her hips, and he raised his face from her.
Jake dragged her off the desk, and impaled her on his erection, now free of his jeans and waiting to be encased in her hot, quivering body. Tamara fell forward, breasts pressing into his face, as he began to raise and lower her on his cock. A low, appreciative groan came from him, and she felt his mouth lock around a nipple, suckling it lightly, then sucking, pulling as much of her soft flesh into his mouth as he could.
She shuddered and groaned. His hips thrust underneath her as his hands raised her up off him, then slammed her back down. He repeated this several times, then pulled her off, sitting her back on the desk. He released her nipple, grinning lustily, and shoved his pants down.
"Turn around, Tam, honey, and lean over the desk."
Tamara slid off the desk, shakily, and did as he asked, presenting him and the camera with a full, sensual view of her butt and pussy as she spread her legs. "You wanna fuck me from behind?" she asked, her voice deep and sexy. She wiggled her ass and giggled softly.
Jake laughed. "Yeah. I wanna fuck you this way first. Then I'll fuck you any way you want." He slid his cock into her pussy, grabbing hold of her hips. He began to move, slowly, sliding in and out of her body, maddeningly slow. Tamara moaned.
"What? You want it faster, baby?" Jake asked, his voice low and rough. "Want me to do it harder?"
Tamara groaned softly, nodding.
Jake continued his slow attack on her pussy. "If you want it, Tam, say it."
She wiggled a little, her breasts brushing against the papers littering the desk.
"Harder," she managed. "Really hard."
Jake laughed. "You like it rough, huh?" He slid out of her, waited a moment, then slammed into her, hard. He began a quick pace, each thrust driving deep into her, and making her squeal. He liked the sound of her, and gripped her hips hard, pounding her faster. "Like this?" he grunted.
"Yes…" Tamara moaned, panting, between squeals. "Hard. Fuck me hard."
She gasped sharply as another spasm wracked her body, "Yeah … fuck me harder!
Harder! Gods, Jake, harder!"
Jake grunted, slamming into her body as hard as he could, impaling her on his shaft, quicker and quicker as her screams filled his ears. Her body shook under him, and he felt her insides clutch at him as she came again, bathing his cock in hot wetness. He groaned, loudly, as his own body shuddered, and exploded into her suddenly as he hilted himself inside her. He yelled, shaking, then collapsed atop her.
They lay that way, half on, half off the desk in his office for several minutes.
Jake kissing Tamara's sweat dampened neck.
Finally, Jake rose off her, and pulled himself out. Tamara moaned. He slid his hands under her and gently turned her over, gathering her trembling body up in his arms as he slumped into his desk chair.
"That-" he finally managed to say, "-was fantastic."
Tamara cuddled into him, and he held her in his chair for a while, enjoying the feel of her soft, hot body against his.
Tamara smiled, kissing his cheek. "Yes," she whispered. "It was."
"I waited too damn long to do that," he said. "Too damn long."
Tamara nodded.
Jake grinned. "You're a great fuck, Tamara," he said. "I'm gonna have to do this again."
Tamara giggled softly. "So are you, Jake. So am I."
Jake laughed. "Guess I'm not gonna get any work done today, huh?" His hand traveled over her shoulder to cup her breast. "With you around, it's gonna be really hard to, you know?"
Tamara giggled again. "Yeah. Really hard."