M114 - Commander Richard Smith - Regina

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Commander Smith smiled and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and when he opened them, there, standing next to his bunk was Councilwoman Regina Albright. She was standing with her hands clasped in front of her, her chin tilted upwards. Her figure was svelte and her hair a vibrant silver. She had deep laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, high cheekbones, and a wide forehead. Her nose was long but thin and her neck was graceful. When his eyes met her piercing pale blue ones, she remarked, “So this is how the Taxpayers‘ credits are spent, Spaceship Captains getting oral favors.”

He pursed his lips and lifted his head from the pillow and said, “Well… I’d like to think it’s a little more than that.”

The woman hoisted her long robes so as to be able to crawl up on the narrow bunk with him. “Can’t say that I much care for my traveling attire, but I’ve had to wear worse on some Inspection Tours.” As she climbed onto the foot of the bed, she tapped the inside of one of his knees. “Spread your legs a little to give me more room.” She had to hunch her head and shoulders as she knelt there due to cabinets over the bunk. “You don’t get much personal space on one of these things, do you?”

“That would add to the cost,” Smith replied as he watched the much older woman settle in.

“Touche’,” Councilwoman Albright responded and she leaned all the way forward. Her mouth sought out his, covering it and probing with her tongue while her hand darted to his crotch, groping him. Smith again lifted his head to return the kiss. His own tongue danced and flirted with hers and he encircled her with one arm, drawing her close to him. She pressed her thin, almost bony upper body against Smith's muscular one as her lips worked on his lips and her hand continued to squeeze and caress his growing cock.

Then she slid down his body until her butt was in the air and her head and shoulders level with his hips. The older woman gripped his stiff cock with her long, delicate fingers. She stroked it a few times before enveloping it in her mouth.

Moaning from the sensation of the woman's mouth on his dick, Smith leaned his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes. His fingers sought out her head and lightly stroked her hair as she busily fellated him. Soon Smith was lying with his legs wide apart while the woman cupped his balls with one hand and pumped his shaft with her other. She kept just the head of his member inside her mouth, but applied a steady and unrelenting sucking to it. Her lips, thinner than the type Smith normally preferred, formed a tight seal around the tip of his cock, and the vacuum she created around it made it swell even larger than its usual full size.

No man could withstand such an assault for long, and Commander Smith was no exception. Soon he was twitching his hips and thighs uncontrollably, followed shortly by a guttural cry.

The woman nestled between his legs was well experienced in the oral arts and his eruption came as no surprise to her. She just kept sucking and pumping as he spent himself inside her mouth. When she was certain that his orgasm had subsided, she lifted her upper body as high as the overhead cabinets would allow. She held his load of cum in her mouth. Locking her eyes with his, she swallowed, deliberately making a loud, gulping sound. Dabbing daintily at the corners of her mouth with the tip of her middle finger, the much older woman asked, "So tell me, Mister Virile and Dashing Spaceman, do I still `got it'?"

“And then some,” Smith replied as he shifted around on the bunk, burrowing deeper into the mattress.

Councilwoman Regina Albright crawled out of bed, remarking, "The old knees just aren't what they used to be." She stood up straight and smoothed out the front of her robes. Then she turned away from him and flipped up the hood of her outer robe. When she turned back around, it was Mrs. Carter looking at him. “I figured it is best to ‘change back’ in case anyone came in.”

Commander Smith nodded in agreement. Stretching his arms over his head, he started to arise from his bunk. “Just let me get my boots and pants on and I’ll you home.”

The woman smiled in appreciation and said, “Thank you… For everything.”

Commander Smith paused in buckling his belt long enough to reach out and stroke the side of Mrs. Carter’s face. “Oh, thank you. And for the rest of the time my ship is here, feel free to help yourself to a feast.”

Nancy Carter tilted her head, rubbing her face against Smith’s palm. When she looked up at him, their were tears in her eyes and she whispered a single word. “Thanks.”


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