Bethesda Dorian bounced up and down on the cock of regulator Sowden. Head thrown back, her tits bouncing with her regular recurrence, she began to cry out as she grew closer to her climax. Rubbing her clit to facilitate her along was like the ointment on a cut of pie ; the analogy making her smiling.

Govern Sowden watched in enthrallment at the female person sea robber captain. She said she could be persuasive in getting out of the pirating armorial bearing. She did not disappoint. The way she rotated her hips as she moved up and down created the urge to let go and cum but he fought it. It took all his self-possession not to pip his incumbrance the arcminute she sank her creamy kitty-cat back talk down around his dick. She used an amazing pressure technique that massaged his shaft as she lifted her ass. Then would drop her 115 lbs systema skeletale on to his dick, impaling herself completely. Then there were her bosom. She had unbuttoned her shirt but still wore her leather bustier. The unvarying bouncing drive had dislodged her luscious titty, making them his for the pickings. The Govern had wasted no time in suckling the nipples. He could tell that she approved by the tightening of her kitty-cat on his dick. Biting her nipples softly also received the tightening.

"Ah… ! Ah… !"She cried out, her helping hand rubbing frantically.

Governor Sowden could not hold back any further, he pulled his dick from her torso and shot his load all over the nipple of the air-captain.

session back, he looked up at the woman.

"face dismissed."

***

Captain Dorian walked up the gangway to her air ship The Morlock, buttoning her shirt and adjusting her tomentum. Jumping aboard she found her work party sitting back playing a game of Two Bits.

"Have you ever seen such a slothful lot of mongrel ?"She announced.

"I take it affair went well ?"The Professor asked.

"Case dismissed."

Hodges snickered.

"Where to ?"Lucy asked standing, tossing her visiting card on the makeshift table.

"Out of here, toot sweet."

Dorian walked to her cabin and snitch the door behind her while her crew made a hasty exit. Sitting at her desk, the senior pilot looked over her map table. The exchange with regulator Snowden left the good police captain in a sour tendency. It wasn't using her organic structure to get the ship out of difficulty, it was her inability to climax fully that was frustrating. In fact she started using her trunk in interchange for commodity and or services in the hopes of being able to live up to that problematical sense of culmination. Each time she walked away more furious and vitriolic. Perhaps she was destined to be a sexually frustrated woman.

Standing up she walked to a small mirror that hung in her quarters. Smoothing her hair, she took a cryptic breath, told her that her coming was coming ( cue smirk ) and that she need to be a captain first.
Maybe they needed a vacation. It had been one job after another and they had enough credit and hard cash to buy them a week or two of relaxation.

look over her map at her desk she decided that the just topographic point would be someplace that could offer a variety of beguilement. Smiling, her digit found what she was looking for. Striding out of her quarters, she went to tell the prof that they were headed for New Blaylock.

***

Two Day later the Morlock slipped silently into the air seaport above New Blaylock in the early afternoon. Giving her work party their share of the bounty and setting them loose, Captain Dorian secured the ship herself before heading out into the city. Wearing smuggled skintight gasp, brown leather boots that stopped below her knees and buckled four times, her white peasant blouse beneath a brown leather waist cincher with three buckles and a longsighted black cotton gaberdine she looked exactly how most people of her trade dressed. She wore her long haircloth down underneath her matte top wide brim hat. Pulling it low over her eyes she walked up the street looking for a distraction from the unnerving pulse between her legs.

Slipping into a saloon along the bob, she ordered a whiskey and proceeded to bump it back. The barkeep poured a second glass and went back to cleaning the spilled drinking from the far end of the bar. Looking at the amber liquidness in movement of her, police chief Dorian was now doubting that the break was what was needed. At to the lowest degree for her. Moments like this caused her to think. If it wasn't about a job, then she felt it was wasted energy. She didn't want to think. She knocked back the second drink.

The bartender poured her a 3rd slowly. What he didn't know was that Dorian could drink half a bottle before feeling anything. An unfortunate side effect of boredom.

"You here alone ?"A representative spoke up behind her.

Dorian's eyes narrowed as she reached for her gun. A beautiful atomic number 29 and silver gray colored Winchester S series 12 shooter. Pulling the piece and turning around slowly she was looking at Tobias Gillman a comrade air captain. She recognized him instantly.

"Tobias."She nodded, holstering her gun.

"Good to see you too Dorian."

Dorian motioned for the bartender to pour another bout after emptying her crank. After the 2nd glass was filled the two pirates toasted good fortune and began chatting.

Though she was a duet of beverage ahead of Tobias, Dorian could view as her own against him but she was starting to feel the John Barleycorn. Dorian sighed when she felt that lovesome relaxed feeling spread across her body.
"I don't want to alarm you…but that guys been staring at you since he walked in."Tobias indicated a man seated at a table at the back of the bar.

look over Dorian was first struck by his gaze. He held hers without looking away. None of that polite ‘ I've been caught looking at you.'Bullshit. His eye were hypnotically gullible and his whisker was a dark brown and disheveled at best. His had about a calendar week'worth of growth on his facial expression that Dorian was certain was more civilise than happenstance.

"You know him ?"She asked Tobias.

"Chance…something. Or something Chance…"

"Good guy ?"She asked.

"Nope, scoundrel, like us."

"Oh, good. I was hoping I didn't have to do any killing on my vacation."She took another shot of whiskey.
Dorian looked up and found that the man continued to stare at her. Something in Dorian snapped. Throwing down the money for the liquor she walked over to the man and stood in social movement of him. Looking up at all 5'8"of her visage, the man sat back.

"Anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare ?"She asked, manus on her hips.

"Brought you over to me, didn't it."He replied matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his drink.

Dorian shook her head and turned from the tabular array. Leaning over she bid farewell to Tobias and walked out into the street. The fresh air helped to crystallize her head slightly.

‘ damn, was liking that buzz.'She thought as she wondered further down the street.

Stopping in front of a shop's presentation window, she found a frock that caught her eye. Deep red, almost a berry color, and very slinky. No furbelow or layer. She was not a great deal of a dress girl. Occasionally she found reason to wear a wearing apparel on a job but pretended she hated it, but this one spoke to her.

"Hell of a dress."

Looking around, she found that the opportunity guy had followed her out of the bar. Embarrassed to have been found being a girl, admiring a attire, she scowled at him and began walking off.

"Are you going to sing to me or am I going to own to conform to you all Nox ?"He called after her.

Turning around she gaped at the man.

"What makes you think I want to mouth with you ?"She snapped.

"Fine,"he walked up slowly, hands in his pockets"Then let's not talk."

Dorian rolled her center and walked down the street and into a hotel. After obtaining a room key, she walked into the hotel bar and ordered a whiskey.

"I got a bottle right here."She heard a companion voice speak up.

Turning towards the reference, she sighed seeing probability again.

"You don't understand the signification of ‘ No'do you ?"

"Nope. I see something I want, I go for it."

"You want me ?"She asked, growing more impatient.

"Of course, who wouldn't, you're gorgeous."

"That line ever work for you ?"She drank her drink.

Chance smiled.

"I'll let you know."

Dorian took a deep breath and eyed the bottle.

"Fine, we'll lecture and drink."She said sitting down and passing her methamphetamine hydrochloride to him.

Filling it, he passed it back to her and looked in her eyes.

"You really want to talk ?"

Something in Dorian stirred and she knew this was man was going to be nothing but difficulty for her. But she looked at his middle, his hair, his satisfying jaw and her temperature began to rise. It suddenly occurred to her that she had a room, just three escape up and there would be no demand for talking. Then the idea of being worse off afterwards clicked in her mental capacity. To pass that level of sexual foiling was starting to get its toll on her. Maybe, if she fucked him well enough, he'd leave the bottle when he was done.

"Okay cowhand,"she said rising to her feet,"Let's go."

Her room was nothing phantasy but it had a unobjectionable soft bed, a bathroom with shower and tub and it had heat, which in this early springiness, was a gift from the God. Throwing her hat and crown aside, she walked into the bathroom and splashed water on her aspect and stared at her reflection.

‘ give em infernal region ’. She always thought before going to bed with a man.

Walking out she watched Chance base on balls around the room, looking out the window, glass in paw. Taking the opportunity she pulled off her boots and began unbuckling her corset.

"So, what is your public figure ? I was told Chance."She said.

"Chance works. It's my last name."

Dorian nodded, tossing the cincher off to the slope. Standing for a bit she stared at his backrest as he looked out the window down onto the street. Suddenly Dorian envied working girl. They had time limits. This ass could stay fresh her all night. Sighing, she sat on the male monarch sized bed and began removing her pants.
"Would you like another drink ?"He asked her.

Dorian decided that sobering up a little bit around this guy was prudent and declined. Sitting on the edge of the bed in her peasant shirt ( which hung to about mid-thigh ) she watched Chance at the window. Making no moves toward her, she stood, turned down the bed and crawled in. Looking up, probability had turned and started watching her. She suddenly became very self-conscious.

"This is not a business transaction, this is desire, champaign and simple."He set down his shabu and moved towards the bed."I'm not buying you for the night. I genuinely want you. If you don't want me, then I'll go."
Dorian looked at him, not for certain what to say. Something in her do without her knowledge.

"I want you."She whispered.

opportunity wasted no time in disrobing. Crawling into the bed he helped Dorian out of her blouse and began kissing her breast and up her cervix to her lips. His script softly caressing her body and not the frantic groping she was accustomed to. She found her lips reciprocating the kisses, her body moving to keep finish to his. She could find him swell up against her and felt herself grow wet in expectancy.

Instead of going full-strength to the sex, Chance slipped beneath the back and kissed up her legs and up to her waist. Kissing her inner thigh sent shivers through her dead body. She had never had anyone pass prison term on her and it was a totally new experience. Spreading her ramification apart he began to kiss and tongue her pussy. Warmness spread through her and she could feel herself swell. opportunity's digit helped to foster stimulate her clit as Dorian began to take a breath hard and fine-tune her own nipples.

"Chance… please."She begged."Please don't make me wait."

Looking up Chance went back to licking and suckling her button, driving her nutcase. She had the sudden need to be filled. She needed his cock inside her.

"Chance, please."She whined.

Crawling up her body, he kissed her on her lips. She could taste her own juices on his tongue. With a little maneuvering Chance slipped inside of her and began slowly pumping. He continued to kiss her neck, mamilla and lips. As he made love to her he buried his aspect in her opprobrious hair. She could experience his body tense, relax, tense and relax.

Dorian wrapped her branch around his shank and held the man close to her as he continued his regular recurrence. The flavor of his hammer inside of her made Dorian relax more than anything or anyone had ever done before for her. Instead of focusing on pleasing her mate for a purpose, she was able to just savor the sensation.
prospect sat up and lifted both of her legs up. Leaning up against the dorsum of her branch, Chance changed up his round for something with a lilliputian speed and aggression. Dorian's body responded in kind, growing so wet that she began to drip. Her puss began to stiffen and her nipples tingled. probability stopped momentarily and pulled Dorian into a session posture. Taking her cue, Dorian began to take a hop on his lap before he stopped her.

"Softly, don't bounce."He instructed.

Dorian seemed a fiddling lost to his meaning but instead gyrated on his lap, leaning back on her hands. Moving and undulating feeling his hawkshaw rub different constituent of her, some which were much practiced than others. This slow build continued to prepare Dorian surfactant and the look in Chance's eye clued that he didn't have much more in him.

pressing her back onto the bed, luck wrapped her legs around him as he pressed forward. The former emplacement left parts of her more spiritualist then she had ever been before and the slow suntan she usually experienced burned hot and loyal like a wildfire.

Without admonition, her mind exploded in a exhibitor of E. B. White and vivid people of colour, her back arched and a cry rose from the backbone of her pharynx, the wildfire in her body erupted into a volcanic detonation causing her to cum and blurt out in a muscular wafture of XTC. Captain Dorian had finally had her first coming.

Chance, unable to contain himself any further, attempted to withdraw before he came, but Dorian's sexual climax caused her body to strain up and clamp down on his. Unable to extract out he came heavily inside of her, filling her up. Once his organic structure was done pumping his seed in her, he realized what had happened. And shook his head.

"I'm…sorry."He whispered.

"For what ?"She asked in a daze.

"I came inside of you. I couldn't clout out."

"Oh, that… don't worry. I'll take charge of it."

chance rolled over onto his back and lay succeeding to her panting. Looking over at the woman, he spoke up again.

"You're not worried ?"

"You just gave me my beginning orgasm, no I don't concern that you came inside me. You have no musical theme how retentive I have waited for this."

"Your first orgasm ?"He repeated."You're not a virgin are you ?"
"Far from it."She sat up."I thought there was something amiss with me."
Chance chuckled.
"Far from it."
Chance leaned over and kissed her nipple.

"First huh ?"He asked."I guess that makes me memorable."He smiled.

"Who are you again ?"She asked.

He pounced on top of her and began to insert her again.

"Oh, you're in for it, I'm going to crap you remember me."

"Chance, postponement, I'm still sensitive from … oh….God….."

***

Lighting a cigarette, probability passed one to Dorian as she walked onto the balcony of her hotel room.

"When did it get dismal ?"She asked.

Chance laughed.

"About two hours ago. Hungry ? We can get a bite."

Dorian, looked down.

"I figure you would birth bolted by now."She flicked her ashes off the balcony.

"Why ?"

Dorian lifted an eyebrow before taking a pull off her butt.

"Ah."opportunity looked off into the length."If you want me to get out, I'm gone."

Dorian paused for a moment. She wasn't looking for a relationship but one or two Night of some companionship would be fun.

"Hungry ? We can seize a bite."

***

prospect did not let that be Dorian's only orgasam. He concentrated his endeavour to make the next one more mightily and intense, always the side by side one. And Dorian, allowed herself to be human for a footling while. For the two weeks they were docked at New Blaylock, Dorian and fortune were inseparable. The night before she was to ship out Chance asked to her to dinner at The capitol, a chichi restaurant in the city square. fortune had to go get some appropriate clothing for dinner party and suggested that Dorian do the same.

Unsure what to do about appropriate apparel, she decided that the slinky frock she saw her starting time day in Town would be appropriate. Trying on the dress, she felt sexy and girlie. It was a new sensation for her. It was a holiday of first base for her. Buying the dress and a pair of shoes, she headed to the hotel and found a Federal Reserve note in her room from chance telling her he would satisfy her at the restaurant at six. Smiling, she hung the apparel up and decided to take a nap until it was time to go.

***

Sitting the in the restaurant at their board, Dorian was growing concerned, abash and raging. Chance was two hours former and there was no way she could keep holding the mesa. Instead she stormed for the restaurant's bar to have a drink.

Dorian was savage. She had never been so humiliated before in her animation. How could she opine that she could ever have got fallen for anyone ? He probably was off somewhere laughing with crony over making the girlfriend pirate a mug.

‘ Well…. He will rue the day he ever crossed me.'She vowed taking a shooter of whiskey.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a slightly previous man staring at her. Set on removing Chance's computer storage from her intellect she approached the man.

"Wan na go ?"She asked.

The man was taken aback but smiled and nodded. Taking her arm in his, he led her away from the restaurant and towards his hotel room.

The man had money, it was clear up from his hotel and clothing. Dorian didn't care, she needed to unbend and get her mind torso and inwardness back in alignment. A one night stand was just what she felt would do it for her.
As soon as it started Dorian realized that her itch was coming back, the one that only Chance could scratch for her. The man was just like any early, grunting and thrusting, tweaking and spanking, it wasn't his geological fault, he just wasn't opportunity. Dorian shut off but continued with fucking this man as best as she could. After switching positions four clock time, Dorian gave up and began sucking him off. The man had a lovely rooster. A good length, alright cinch, just big enough that Dorian's fingers didn't touch when she used her hands. Running her knife over the head of his putz, she looked up at the man. optic closed and head thrown back, he looked to be enjoying himself immensely. It started to make Dorian mad that she couldn't get the same satisfaction that he was getting. It felt one sided.

Swallowing as a lot of the man as she could, she decided it was time to go for her. Bouncing her head back and Forth River, sucking and stroking as hard and rhythmically as she could, she worked at bringing the man to his climax. Pulling her font away to catch her breather and continue jacking him off, the man grunted once and began to cum, painting her face and pap. Dorian continued to jacklight him off making surely that he had completely finished before she grabbed the closest thing to wipe her face off, her dress.

It was expensive and something that she had liked before she fell for Chance, but it reminded her too much of him. Wiping herself off on the dress, she tossed it aside and walked to the man's closet.

"I'm…so sorry… I couldn't help myself."He panted quietly.

"Not a problem."

She mumbled as she found a long enough button down shirt. Throwing it on she turned around and faced the back of his head. Walking up, she began slipping her highschool heels on as she kissed the top of his head.

"Thanks."

"You're leaving ? So soon ? The night is still young."He asked looking back at her.

"Not for me, I ship out before dawn."

Dorian found her clutch pedal purse and opened it. Removing her role player id, her cred wag and room key she threw the pocketbook on to the floor next to the dress.

"well here, wait…."The man jumped up and walked to the paries safe.

"I'm not for sale."Dorian snapped.

"I never thought you were."He said over his shoulder at her.

He opened the secure and rummaged around for a moment before finding what he wanted. He closed the door and walked back to Dorian.

"I'd like you to have it. I doubt that it is worth much but it is something that I find particularly striking."
He held up a mountain range with a pendant on it. Dorian was not a jewellery young lady but walked forward and took the necklace. The chain had little silver globe on it every column inch or so, but the pendant itself was very strange. It was a bill phonograph record with a glyph in the center surrounded by oceanic abyss blueing, green and red Lucy Stone.

"What does this mean ?"She asked looking up.

The man walked up adjacent to her and shrugged.

"Damned if I know. It's a mystery to me. Much as you are."He helped put the necklace around her cervix as she lifted her hair's-breadth."I know that you weren't looking for me, I also know that I was not able-bodied to fulfill you tonight. I hope that whatever I was lacking for you, has been made up for."

Dorian felt bad.

"It's not you…just….I got stood up."

The man nodded. He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly.

"Then he was a fool."

Dorian blushed and smiled an embarrassed smile. Looking at the man for a moment, she turned and left his room. She wasted no time walking the auction block back to her hotel. At the late hour, she had been propositioned by several the great unwashed, wearing only a men's shirt and mellow heels, but she continued on. Soon, the Morlock would be air limit and she would be the maitre d' again. She needed to get back into the mindset of being captain and the walk helped to find that spring in her tone that she had been lacking.
culmination the door to her room behind her, Dorian looked around. She came into the room with the clothes on her backbone and she had very little else around. Pulling off the shirt and shoes, she hopped in to demand a shower and pass over herself clean. This task done, she towel dried her hair and began to dress in her normal clothes.

Chance had suggested she send her clothing to be cleaned and it was all hung up neatly waiting for her in her closet.

Chance.

Dorian gritted her teeth and slipped on her blouse and pants, tucking the shirt in. She pulled on the boots and buckled them quickly. She wanted to be on her gravy holder, in her own elbow room, as soon as potential. Standing she wrapped the waist cincher on and buckled it, this meter a bit tight than she normally wore it. She threw on her duster and took up her hat. Looking around her room she found her gun and her cards and shoved them in her pockets. She chose to take the man's shirt with her, it probably would fit the prof, she figured. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt back to pattern, mostly. The necklace caught her center and made her wondered what it meant. The man's Holy Scripture came floating back to her."A mystery, like you."She liked that. Placing her hat on her heading, she left her room, crossed the entrance hall, dropped off her key and stepped out into the night.

***

Dorian was sitting in her cabin aboard the Morlock when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Enter."She called out.

The Professor stuck his head in her cabin and smiled.

"And how was your vacation senior pilot ?"He asked smiling.

Dorian looked down at her hands. She had been drinking again, but stopped after her third gear. She was now amusing herself with her shot meth. Setting it on the table across from her she filled up the Methedrine and indicated for the Professor to ingest it.

"How was yours professor ?"She asked, trying to manoeuvre the conversation.

"Amazing. I had forgotten all about the museums and research lab here ! I was able to pick up some provision for my lab and I was able-bodied to take in the most tremendous movie…"

The prof recanted nearly every second of his meter spent off the ship, to which Dorian could only smile. Her gang were good citizenry and she loved them all as her household, especially the professor. He was so unlike the rest of her crew. Smart, funny, acerbic at meter but always had something Worth talking about, when he spoke. He was for the most part a man of few countersign unless he had something to say. Then he said it. To see his so excited made her heart warm. This was truly where she was happiest.

"So…any news show on our next job ?"He asked her snapping her thinker back to the present.

"I had not reviewed the lean yet. Had you ?"She asked.

Most of their line of work came by way of the sender. There was a fancier more official epithet for the gadget, probably one the Profession knew, but they all called it the Transmitter. If there was a job they could do, she simply highlighted the job and it told the sender they were on it. She had not even looked at it while she was aboard.

"Well, I did and let me tell you there are not a whole lot in the finally day or so. But I did find oneself a fairly lucrative one that came in just this dayspring. I went ahead and put us on it but it is bounteousness Hunter job."

Dorian nodded, this was proficient, getting back to business enterprise and her life.

"What is the information ?"

"Well we are going to get the selective information sent to us in the next hour or so, which should give Hodges and Lucy time to get back."

"They still haven't checked in yet ?"Dorian asked, starting to feel a common subject of irritation flare up.
Lucy and Hodges both would be late to their own funerals, this was aught out of the ordinary. They day those two were on metre or early, she fear she would deteriorate dread with shock.

"Nope, not yet. So…what did you do while off ship, police captain ?"The Professor prodded.

Dorian narrowed her centre but relented. Maybe talking about it would help her flavour better. She began telling the professor all about fortune and their pose week together then wrapped up with the dinner. She skimmed over the sex and failed to note the one Night tie-up man, but tossed him the shirt all the same.

"Picked this up for you, if it fits."She smiled.

The Professor looked at her for a retentive moment and she knew he knew she wasn't telling him the total truth.
"Thank you. That necklace you're wearing, did he return you that ?"He asked.

Looking down, Dorian had forgotten about the trinket.

"No, someone else did. No idea what it means though."

"It looks intimate. I'll go through my books and see if I can happen what it means."He said rising.

"Great, thanks Professor."

The man nodded before walking out of her cabin. Standing and stretching her dorsum, Dorian decided to see to it that they had been resupplied and fueled why they waited for Lucy and Hodges.

***

"You two…"Dorian scolded as Lucy and Hodges trudged up the gangplank to the ship.

"Hey Captain."Lucy mumbled as she stepped aboard.

"You're putting us behind."

"Sorry Captain. I had to rescue Lucy."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too !"

"enough !"Dorian screamed."Get to work, we're gone in ten."

Both crew members nodded their heads and walked to spend their stuff in their cabins. The Professor and Maury, the last work party member, were already making the gravy boat ready to sail.

"Maury, could you adopt the helm ? Hodges won't be up for a while."Maury nodded and headed that way.

Once the gravy boat left the air wharf and began its accent mark, the Professor walked over with various bundle of paper.

"Captain, we got the information on the Bounty."

"Great, lecture to me."Dorian was tightening up a forget me drug as she listened.

"Uh, not a great deal to order, smuggler, kidnapper…last seen in New Blaylok, probably why we got the job. Dark brown hair… public figure of Simon Chance

"Wait, what ? Let me see that."Dorian snatched the circular from the Professor.

"Isn't that the guy you were with in New Blaylock ?"

Looking at the wanted poster was luck's smiling grimace staring back at her.

"Yeah, that's him."

"Huh. That's interesting."The professor bent his face closer to the silver screen, pushing his glassful up the bridge circuit of his nose.

"What is ?"

"According to the Transmitter Gillman snatched him up, taking him to the Reclamation center."

"Tobias ? Why ?"

"Reward Captain, why else ?"

"Does it say when the job was canceled ?"Dorian asked looking at the screen door more closely.

"Yes. Yesterday around 1730 hours. That's strange that the job would have still been listed as active this morning. must be a glitch."The Professor stood up and looked at Dorian, the understanding set in."That's why he didn't meet you for dinner. He didn't stand you up, he had been captured by then."

"Aw hell."Dorian looked up at the skies and tested the wind with her finger.

"master ?"

"modification course. We're going after him."

"Captain ?"

"You heard me. Move."She looked down at the flier."Aw hell."

... to be contnued .