I stirred to a somewhat unfamiliar sensation- lips on my cock. It wasn’t that I hadn’t had blowjobs before, but simply that my most recent escapades had consisted largely of procreative-focused sex. The air had been so warm the previous night as to obviate the need for any blanket, and I had slept nude, the last vestiges of my modesty having been drained away with the constant note-taking of my performances. But now the sun was up, the heat rising in intensity even through the thick glass of the door into the bedroom, giving an “afternoon in the sun” feeling of drowsiness to the early morning light. I felt the softness of a mouth around my sensitive head.
“Mmmm?” I asked groggily, half opening my eyes to see who was giving me such pleasure. It was a girl who no doubt had grown up on Luna- her proportions would have been considered decidedly “hourglass shaped” back on Earth, to the point of needing reduction. Two perfect breasts were contained in a bra, and I could see her top discarded near the door. I started to get up, a pang of panic that this was another unsanctioned interloper, but she hushed me, “Shhhh, it’s alright… You’ve got the morning off. I checked with Sarah. Just lay back, relax.” Her words were comforting, but it was only when I heard the click clack of Sarah’s heels head towards the door and watched her walk out that I knew it was safe. As I rested my head back down on the pillow, her mouth enveloped my tip once more, and she cooed as her petite hand tried to wrap around my shaft.
“Oh, wow…” I sighed as she slowly sucked me, taking just a small amount of length into her mouth before drawing back. Her tongue circled around the head, but not being able to reach my balls was frustrating me, so I reached behind me and grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair, pulling her head closer to me. She whimpered at the sensation, but didn’t resist as I began working my fingers into her hair, guiding her head toward my groin. After a few moments, I was rewarded with a small pop as she released herself, the long strands of her hair fluttering down as she pulled away.
“Thank you, Sir.” She said shyly.
“Don’t thank me yet… I haven’t cum yet.” I grinned.
Her cheeks reddened, but she nodded. She reached around her back, and I saw her undoing the straps of her bra, freeing her enormous breasts. They were different than those of any other woman I’d seen, larger and rounder than anything I had experienced before. “What’s your name?” I asked, gently cupping one of them in my hand.
She blushed again, but replied “Samantha,” then bent her head down to me, grabbing my dick with her free hand and sliding it between her tits.
“Wow…” I gasped.
The sensation was incredible. Soft, smooth skin surrounded my member. They were warm, and they bounced slightly as she bobbed her head up and down, giving me a titjob while she continued sucking my head. I squeezed her breast, eliciting a moan from her lips as she used both hands to stroke my cock with her tits- pallid white, and ever so fragile, her wrists looked only as thick as my shaft, contrasting with the H cup tits. “You grew up on Luna, didn’t you?” I asked, and she nodded as she worked. “My father had spinal issues which made him bound to a wheelchair on Earth. But on Luna, he was able to work.”
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. The sad story seemed inappropriate conversation while Samantha masturbated me. “It’s fine.” She said, pausing her ministrations, and I realised that it probably wasn’t. “It’s what brought us here, after all. Guaranteed food and shelter, and the air is free. That’s a nice bonus.” She gave a cheeky smile, and resumed her oral ministrations. The feel of her breasts against my flesh was amazing. My breathing quickened as her wet mouth covered my cock once more.
“Cum on my tits, Sir. Cum all over me.” She whispered as she bounced her tits on my cock. I moaned, and she giggled as she sucked me off, her tongue swirling around my glans. She was incredibly good at cock-sucking. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had given me a proper blowjob, or a titfuck for that matter, but she was nailing it. “I want you to glaze me like a fucking donut. Can you do that?” she asked, smiling conspiratorially.
“Fuck yes!” I grunted, and she laughed softly as she bobbed her head faster. Her hand slid up and down my shaft, and she caressed my balls. “Your tits are so soft…” I groaned, feeling myself nearing the brink, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum…” I said, but my thought process was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, with the click clack of heels entering the room once more.
Author: away8624
It’s A Man’s World, But Space Belongs To The Women: Chapter 3 [mfff][preg][sci-fi]
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Theresa rushed out of the room, in search of the mystery woman who I’d just fucked, but returned after about ten minutes, with one of the guards- a proper police force hadn’t yet been established, and the guard took down a description of the woman, but seemed disinterested in pursuing the matter- with no cameras installed, and no other witnesses, it was pointless trying to find her.
It’s A Man’s World, But Space Belongs To The Women: Chapter 2 [mf][preg][sci-fi]
Sarah had given me enough time to take a shower, and then grab a bite to eat, but as I chewed my way through a flash-frozen lasagne, she hovered in the peripheral before finally sitting down in front of me, with her omnipresent tablet. “Y’know, the lasagne… Not the world’s greatest.” I said, trying to tear off a bit of the cheesey bit. Sarah smiled, and nodded. “We tried our best to cater to your preferences while we’re still setting up the operations, but plants take time to grow, obviously, and the chefs are due with the hospitality unit, so for now, we’re going to have to live off the frozen stuff. If it makes a difference, they got you real beef.” I nodded. Indeed it did- it brought back memories of my twentieth birthday, when I had had a whole chile con carne to myself. “It’s good. Just not the world’s greatest, is all I was trying to say. Not that I’m ungrateful, or anything.” Words came spilling out, and Sarah brushed her hair out of her face as she laughed. “I’ll make sure that the first dish you get when the fresh produce comes next week is hot out of the oven.” It was hard to keep track of all of the things that were still yet to come- even now, it felt like a city- hundreds of domes, with desire paths in the moss having formed a rough template for where the pavements would be placed, eventually. There had even been angry passive aggressive notes about wiping shoes “because of biohazards”. It was easy to forget that it was still early days yet.
[mf][preg] It’s A Man’s World, But Space Belongs To The Women: Chapter 1
The Tanaka near-light-speed (NLS) Drive technology was technically usable for a long time, but it held a terrible cost- the gravity made it totally liquefy humans, rendering it a useful scouting tool for the first forty years after its inception, humanity keenly looking on as the probes that ventured outside the solar system discovered Goldilocks planets, asteroids rich with materials, and vast deposits of natural gases just floating around in space.
Then, an ingenious chemist called Dmitry Johnson, the son of a Russian climate refugee and American business mogul, invented what is now lovingly referred to as ‘jump juice’; a serum injected just before hitting NLS to avoid the liquefication problem by a technology sufficiently advanced to be described as magic.
This immediately opened up the stars to humanity, with asteroid mining triggering a second boom of commerce, and outposts on many planets outside of our solar system starting to put down roots. It was the dawn of a new era of human civilisation, narrowly escaping the confines of the Earth as climate change slowly rendered vast swathes of Australia, Africa, and America uninhabitable, underwater, or perpetually on fire.
The only issue?