Space babes 1 - Sex Stories

Space babes 1

... well into Jack’s hand, making the women feel more in charge, smarter, and so a little less dangerous.

A large woman, not fat, led Jack to the security office. She opened the door for him, ushering him in. He could feel her eyes on his backside. She closed the door and leaned back onto it, tracing her lips with one finger, and her other hand fussing with her cleavage. And cleavage it was; she had a huge bosom. She took Jack in from head to toe. He felt naked, a creek salad she wanted to devour.

Man, women are not sexual fiends.

After a few more seconds ogling Jack, she pointed to the monitoring terminals. He walked over and sat down in front of the main monitor. She sat down close—real close—her thick thigh forcibly against Jack’s left thigh. “Show me what you can do with this thing, pretty boy,” Helga said in a deep, almost raspy voice, laced with a heavy German accent.

Maybe sexy to some, almost scary to Jack. He knew he was tall and strong; this woman was taller and likely stronger than him. Not a problem until you are faced with the fact that she could rape you. Cool idea for an illegal porn movie (yes, porn movies were illegal, objectifying women as sexual things, very bad). Not so cool if it’s real, and it’s you that might get raped. Or…

She placed one big, firm, and strong hand very high up on Jack’s leg, reaching over him; a big breast pressed into his face. He turned his head slightly, not to get smothered. In spite of his fear (not so much), he felt ...

... a stirring in his pants. Oh dear lord, not now, dick, he thought. She demanded his attention by tapping the screen with a very long scarlet fingernail; she looked down at Jack’s crotch.

"Here, big boy, click this icon, then go to Front Lawn Recordings." With that, she sat back into her chair; it gave a squeak. "I would too," he thought. That hand, which was high on his leg, went all the way to his crotch. Jack’s dick almost gave a jump as it went rock hard. "I am so fucked," he thought, for more than one reason. She noticed, she smiled. She was attractive in a big kind of way, suddenly to Jack. She got up and left the room, leaving Jack to do his work. He was very sure she would be back soon with some more work for him. "Fucking mad cow," Jack said under his breath.

Jack started looking through the recordings. The big metal box just suddenly appeared—'fazed in' could describe it. Then there was this bright blue beam, and a small box, maybe a half square meter in size, materialized, floating about 10 cm above the lawn. Not a single woman in sight. He fast-forwarded. Three days later, the spotlight was turned on by the mother box. Still not a single woman to investigate. Ten days later, the spotlight started to pulse. Jack skipped the video day by day, he went back and forth again. No mistaking it, he got excited; he found his way in. A sly smile on his face. "I’m going to scare a few cunts dry.”

Before he finished making a time-lapse video to show the women what he ...