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Space Jizz
Date: 4/13/2024, Categories: Fiction Cum Swallowing Extreme, Humiliation Non-consensual sex Teen Male / Female Author: Krombomich, Source: sexstories.com
... is all I need to get going again.” “Until you start dumping your bodily fluid in the Waste Collection System, I don’t want to see you or talk to you.” “That thing’s like a big vacuum cleaner. Next thing you know, your dick is a frozen meat popsicle floating in space. You’d understand if you had one. At least I can pee in there from across the room.” Rose shivered at the mental image of a space station filled ‘floor’ to ‘ceiling’ with piss but refused to thank Daniel for his generous aim. This could not be the compromise. But maybe one could be reached. “You know what, I’ll be a good astronaut. If you keep your semen contained in the Harmony node for the next ten months. I’ll go on a date with you once we’re back on Earth.” She could regret this later. Rose’s sanity needed urgent care. “What’s a Harmony mode?” “ Node . It’s where you sleep!” Rose accidentally crushed a kale leaf with her big rubber glove. “OK, OK, chill. Not everyone is a space nerd.” “It helps a lot, actually, to know things about space before going to space . Do we have a deal or not?” “I dunno, I like to live in the now.” Daniel’s gaze under Rose’s stretched arms was a preview of his request. “So, instead of in ten months, I’d rather touch your boobs now?” “I never said you’d get to touch me on the date.” Another innocent kale leaf felt Rose’s wrath. “I’ll slip my hands in your jumper thing. You won’t even have to stop gardening.” Rose performed a ...
... cursory mental check and found that she was 73% dead inside, which was ever-so-slightly above the threshold for letting some teen fondle your boobs for ten months of peace. “Just get it over with. I better not swallow another milliliter of semen after that.” “What’s a mil-li-liter? And you’ve been swallowing my eggnog? You really are getting lonely.” “We’ve only been up here for three days!” Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Focus on your work. They’ll name a greenhouse module after you one day. As hands from behind unzipped the front of her coveralls, Rose gave her tablet a side glance to make sure the camera wasn’t on. She had stopped her daily broadcasts after someone asked what all the floating white stuff was. Daniel’s cold, sticky hands went inside her bra before pulling it down. “Oh, much bigger than they look. Tits feel so different when there’s no gravity.” “Shut up. Talking is not part of the deal.” It was an interminable ten minutes where Rose did very little work under the revulsion of her breast massage. Daniel’s hands explored every inch of skin including a thorough exploration of how weightlessness affects breasts being jiggled by the pinched nipples. Even with access to broadband internet, the memory of her squishy, floating breasts in his palms would be the new spank bank go-to. The amount of cum in the atmosphere had stabilized. It wasn’t cum- free by any means; Rose often had to scrap nasty globs off a piece of equipment she needed to ...