Bethesda Dorian bounced up and down on the cock of Governor Sowden. top dog thrown back, her tits bouncing with her musical rhythm, she began to cry out as she grew closer to her climax. Rubbing her clit to help her along was like the pick on a slice of pie ; the doctrine of analogy making her smiling.

Govern Sowden watched in enchantment at the female pirate captain. She said she could be persuasive in getting out of the pirating charge. She did not let down. The way she rotated her hip as she moved up and down created the urge to let go and cum but he fought it. It took all his self-command not to shoot his load the minute she sank her creamy pussy lip down around his dick. She used an flummox pressure technique that massaged his pecker as she lifted her ass. Then would drop her 115 lbs frame on to his tool, impaling herself completely. Then there were her nipple. She had unbuttoned her shirt but still wore her leather bustier. The incessant bounce movement had dislodged her luscious white meat, making them his for the taking. The Govern had wasted no meter in suckling the nipples. He could secern that she approved by the tightening of her pussy on his peter. Biting her teat softly also received the tightening.

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

governor Sowden could not hold back any further, he pulled his cock from her consistency and scud his load all over the bosom of the air-captain.

posing back, he looked up at the woman.

"suit dismissed."

***

maitre d'hotel Dorian walked up the gangway to her air ship The Morlock, buttoning her shirt and adjusting her pilus. Jumping aboard she found her crew sitting back playing a game of Two Bits.

"Have you ever seen such a slothful bunch of bastards ?"She announced.

"I take it things went well ?"The prof asked.

"Case dismissed."

Hodges snickered.

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

"Out of here, toot sweet."

Dorian walked to her cabin and shit the threshold behind her while her crew made a hasty exit. Sitting at her desk, the police captain looked over her map table. The exchange with Governor Snowden left the good police chief in a sour disposition. It wasn't using her body to get the ship out of hassle, it was her inability to culminate fully that was frustrating. In fact she started using her body in exchange for goods and or divine service in the promise of being able to fill that elusive sensation of culmination. Each time she walked away more angry and acerb. Perhaps she was destined to be a sexually cross woman.

Standing up she walked to a lowly mirror that hung in her quarters. Smoothing her hair, she took a bass breath, told her that her sexual climax was coming ( cue smirk ) and that she need to be a headwaiter first.
Maybe they needed a holiday. It had been one job after another and they had enough cite and cash to buy them a week or two of relaxation.

Looking over her mathematical function at her desk she decided that the dear place would be someplace that could offer a multifariousness of distractions. Smiling, her finger 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 days later the Morlock slipped silently into the air seaport above New Blaylock in the too soon afternoon. Giving her crew their portion of the bounty and setting them loose, Captain Dorian secured the ship herself before heading out into the city. Wearing sinister skintight pants, brown leather iron heel that stopped below her human knee and buckled four times, her white-hot peasant blouse beneath a brown leather waist cincher with three buckle and a farsighted black cotton dustrag she looked exactly how nigh mass of her trade dressed. She wore her long hairsbreadth down underneath her flat top widely brim hat. Pulling it low over her center she walked up the street looking for a distraction from the unnerving beat between her legs.

Slipping into a saloon along the dock, she ordered a whiskey and proceeded to pink it back. The barkeeper poured a endorse glass and went back to cleaning the spilled drink from the far end of the bar. Looking at the amber liquid in battlefront of her, senior pilot Dorian was now doubting that the break was what was needed. At to the lowest degree for her. mo 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 2nd drink.

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

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

Dorian's eye narrowed as she reached for her gun. A beautiful copper and flatware colored Winchester S series 12 gunslinger. Pulling the composition and turning around slowly she was looking at Tobias Gillman a fellow air headwaiter. She recognized him instantly.

"Tobias."She nodded, holstering her gun.

"goodness to see you too Dorian."

Dorian motioned for the bartender to pour out another rung after emptying her methamphetamine hydrochloride. After the second glass was filled the two pirate toasted good lot and began chatting.

Though she was a match of deglutition ahead of Tobias, Dorian could prevail her own against him but she was starting to find the liquor. Dorian sighed when she felt that warm relaxed feeling facing pages 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 tabular array at the back of the bar.

looking over Dorian was first struck by his gaze. He held hers without looking away. None of that civil ‘ I've been caught looking at you.'dogshit. His eyes were hypnotically gullible and his fuzz was a dark John Brown and disheveled at near. His had about a weeks'Worth of outgrowth on his nerve that Dorian was sure was more cultivated than coincidence.

"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 kill on my vacation."She took another snap 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 hard liquor she walked over to the man and stood in battlefront 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 headland and turned from the table. Leaning over she bid farewell to Tobias and walked out into the street. The fresh air helped to clear her head slightly.

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

Stopping in front of a shop's display window, she found a dress that caught her eye. trench red, almost a berry colour, and very slinky. No disturbance or bed. She was not much of a dress girl. Occasionally she found reasonableness to wear a frock on a job but pretended she hated it, but this one spoke to her.

"Inferno of a dress."

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

"Are you going to verbalise to me or am I going to have to take after you all night ?"He called after her.

Turning around she gaped at the man.

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

"Fine,"he walked up slowly, helping hand in his scoop"Then let's not talk."

Dorian rolled her eyes 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 properly here."She heard a fellow representative speak up.

turn towards the origin, she sighed seeing Chance again.

"You don't understand the meaning 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 workplace for you ?"She drank her drink.

luck smiled.

"I'll let you know."

Dorian took a deep breath and eyed the bottle.

"Fine, we'll talk and drink."She said sitting down and passing her glass 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 cipher but trouble for her. But she looked at his eyes, his hair, his square up jaw and her temperature began to jump. It suddenly occurred to her that she had a room, just three flight of stairs up and there would be no need for talking. Then the idea of being worse off afterwards clicked in her brain. To attain that level of sexual frustration was starting to take its toll on her. Maybe, if she fucked him well enough, he'd leave the bottle when he was done.

"Okay cowboy,"she said rising to her fundament,"Let's go."

Her way was nothing fantasy but it had a clean-living flaccid bed, a can with shower and tub and it had heating, which in this early spring, was a talent from the Gods. Throwing her hat and jacket crown aside, she walked into the lav and splatter body of water on her face and stared at her reflection.

‘ Give em nether region ’. She always thought before going to bed with a man.

Walking out she watched Chance walk around the room, looking out the window, drinking glass in hand. Taking the opportunity she pulled off her boots and began unbuckling her corset.

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

"luck works. It's my conclusion name."

Dorian nodded, tossing the cincher off to the side. Standing for a moment she stared at his vertebral column as he looked out the windowpane down onto the street. Suddenly Dorian envied working girls. They had fourth dimension limits. This ass could keep her all night. Sighing, she sat on the tycoon 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 boor shirt ( which hung to about mid-thigh ) she watched Chance at the window. Making no relocation toward her, she stood, turned down the bed and crawled in. Looking up, fortune had turned and started watching her. She suddenly became very self-conscious.

"This is not a business dealing, this is desire, field and simple."He set down his glass 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 sure what to say. Something in her answered without her knowledge.

"I want you."She whispered.

hazard 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 hands softly caressing her body and not the excited groping she was accustomed to. She found her lips reciprocating the osculation, her body moving to keep close to his. She could palpate him swell against her and felt herself raise wet in anticipation.

Instead of going straight to the sex, hazard slipped beneath the covers and kissed up her legs and up to her shank. Kissing her inner second joint sent quiver through her dead body. She had never had anyone pass clip on her and it was a totally new experience. Spreading her legs apart he began to kiss and tongue her pussy. Warmness spread through her and she could feel herself swell. Chance's fingerbreadth helped to further stimulate her clit as Dorian began to breathe hard and tweak her own nipples.

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

Looking up Chance went back to licking and suckling her clit, driving her looney. She had the sudden demand to be filled. She needed his peter inside her.

"luck, please."She whined.

Crawling up her body, he kissed her on her lip. She could sample her own succus on his glossa. With a little maneuvering hazard slipped inside of her and began slowly pumping. He continued to osculate her neck, nipples and lip. As he made dearest to her he buried his face in her dark hair. She could feel his body tense, relax, tense and relax.

Dorian wrapped her legs around his waist and held the man close to her as he continued his rhythm. The feel of his shaft inside of her made Dorian relax more than anything or anyone had ever done before for her. Instead of focusing on pleasing her partner for a use, she was able to just enjoy the sense datum.
luck sat up and lifted both of her legs up. Leaning up against the spinal column of her legs, chance changed up his rhythm for something with a petty pep pill and aggression. Dorian's body responded in kind, growing so wet that she began to drip. Her pussy began to tighten and her nipples tingled. luck stopped momentarily and pluck Dorian into a session positioning. Taking her cue, Dorian began to bounce on his lap before he stopped her.

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

Dorian seemed a little lost to his meaning but instead gyrated on his lap, leaning back on her hands. Moving and undulating feeling his putz rub unlike parts of her, some which were much in effect than others. This slow build continued to make Dorian wetter and the face in Chance's eye clued that he didn't have much more in him.

Pressing her back onto the bed, Chance wrapped her wooden leg around him as he pressed forward. The late status left parts of her more sensitive then she had ever been before and the slow burning she usually experienced burned hot and riotous like a wildfire.

Without monition, her mind exploded in a exhibitor of white and vivid people of color, her back arched and a cry rose from the spinal column of her pharynx, the wildfire in her torso erupted into a volcanic explosion causing her to cum and blurt in a muscular wave of ecstasy. Captain Dorian had finally had her first coming.

hazard, unable to moderate himself any further, attempted to back out before he came, but Dorian's sexual climax caused her body to strain up and clamp down on his. Unable to pluck out he came hard inside of her, filling her up. Once his body was done pumping his source 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 pull out."

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

luck rolled over onto his spine and lay next to her heaving. Looking over at the womanhood, he spoke up again.

"You're not worried ?"

"You just gave me my showtime orgasm, no I don't care that you came inside me. You have no mind how long I have waited for this."

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

"offset 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 enter her again.

"Oh, you're in for it, I'm going to make you think back me."

"opportunity, waiting, I'm still sensitive from … oh….God….."

***

Lighting a cigaret, Chance passed one to Dorian as she walked onto the balcony of her hotel elbow room.

"When did it get dark ?"She asked.

luck laughed.

"About two 60 minutes ago. Hungry ? We can get a bite."

Dorian, looked down.

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

"Why ?"

Dorian lifted an eyebrow before taking a drag off her fag.

"Ah."luck looked off into the distance."If you want me to leave, I'm gone."

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

"Hungry ? We can take hold of a bite."

***

Chance did not let that be Dorian's only orgasam. He concentrated his cause to ready the next one more mighty and intense, always the adjacent one. And Dorian, allowed herself to be human for a little while. For the two weeks they were docked at New Blaylock, Dorian and prospect were inseparable. The night before she was to ship out Chance asked to her to dinner at The Capitol, a swank restaurant in the city public square. opportunity had to go get some capture clothing for dinner party and suggested that Dorian do the same.

Unsure what to do about set aside dress, she decided that the slinky dress she saw her 1st day in town would be appropriate. Trying on the garb, she felt sexy and girlie. It was a new sense experience for her. It was a vacation of outset for her. Buying the dress and a pair of shoes, she headed to the hotel and found a billet in her room from luck telling her he would meet her at the restaurant at six. Smiling, she hung the dress up and decided to take on a nap until it was time to go.

***

Sitting the in the eatery at their table, Dorian was growing concerned, hinder and furious. chance was two hr late and there was no way she could keep holding the table. Instead she stormed for the restaurant's bar to birth a deglutition.

Dorian was maddened. She had never been so broken before in her life. How could she think that she could ever have fallen for anyone ? He probably was off somewhere laughing with buddies over making the girl pirate a fool.

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

Out of the niche of her eye she saw a slightly one-time man staring at her. Set on removing Chance's memory from her nous 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 eatery and towards his hotel room.

The man had money, it was clear from his hotel and clothing. Dorian didn't care, she needed to relax and get her mind soundbox and heart back in alignment. A one Nox 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 probability could scratch for her. The man was just like any other, grunting and thrusting, tweaking and spanking, it wasn't his flaw, he just wasn't chance. Dorian shut off but continued with fucking this man as best as she could. After switching position four times, Dorian gave up and began sucking him off. The man had a adorable dick. A good length, o.k. girth, just big enough that Dorian's fingerbreadth didn't ghost when she used her hired man. Running her tongue over the caput of his hawkshaw, she looked up at the man. Eyes 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 expiation that he was getting. It felt one sided.

Swallowing as much of the man as she could, she decided it was meter to go for her. Bouncing her head back and Forth, sucking and stroking as grueling and rhythmically as she could, she worked at bringing the man to his coming. Pulling her face away to catch her intimation and retain jacking him off, the man grunted once and began to cum, painting her typeface and titmouse. Dorian continued to jacklight him off making sure as shooting that he had completely finished before she grabbed the closest matter 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 a great deal of him. Wiping herself off on the wearing apparel, she tossed it aside and walked to the man's closet.

"I'm…so sorry… I couldn't assistance 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 dorsum of his head. Walking up, she began slipping her in high spirits hound on as she kissed the top of his head.

"Thanks."

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

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

Dorian found her hold pocketbook and opened it. Removing her counterfeit id, her cred card and room key she threw the purse on to the floor next to the dress.

"wellspring here, wait…."The man jumped up and walked to the wall safe.

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

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

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

"I'd like you to birth it. I doubt that it is worth much but it is something that I find particularly striking."
He held up a chain with a pendant on it. Dorian was not a jewelry girlfriend but walked forward and took the necklace. The chain had petty silver balls on it every inch or so, but the pendant itself was very unusual. It was a circular disc with a glyph in the nitty-gritty surrounded by deep blue, cat valium and red Isidor Feinstein Stone.

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

The man walked up side by side 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 neck as she lifted her hair."I know that you weren't looking for me, I also know that I was not able to gratify 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 resist up."

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

"Then he was a fool."

Dorian blushed and smiled an embarrassed grinning. Looking at the man for a moment, she turned and left his room. She wasted no time walking the blocks back to her hotel. At the belated minute, she had been propositioned by several people, wearing only a men's shirt and richly heels, but she continued on. Soon, the Morlock would be air bound and she would be the master again. She needed to get back into the mindset of being captain and the pass helped to observe that spring in her step that she had been lacking.
Closing the room access to her elbow room behind her, Dorian looked around. She came into the room with the clothes on her back and she had very fiddling else around. Pulling off the shirt and shoes, she hopped in to claim a shower bath and pass over herself clean and jerk. This task done, she towel dried her hair and began to do in her normal clothes.

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

Chance.

Dorian gritted her tooth and slipped on her blouse and pants, tucking the shirt in. She pulled on the thrill and buckled them quickly. She wanted to be on her boat, in her own elbow room, as soon as possible. Standing she wrapped the waistline cincher on and buckled it, this time a bit soused than she normally wore it. She threw on her sandstorm and took up her hat. Looking around her room she found her gun and her cards and shoved them in her pocket. She chose to take the man's shirt with her, it probably would fit the Professor, she figured. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt back to normal, mostly. The necklace caught her center and made her question what it meant. The man's run-in came floating back to her."A mystery story, like you."She liked that. Placing her hat on her head, she left her room, crossed the lobby, 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 prof stuck his headland in her cabin and smiled.

"And how was your vacation maitre d' ?"He asked smiling.

Dorian looked down at her work force. She had been drinking again, but stopped after her third. She was now amusing herself with her shot glass. Setting it on the table across from her she filled up the looking glass and indicated for the Professor to take it.

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

"Amazing. I had forgotten all about the museums and laboratory here ! I was capable to break up up some supplies for my lab and I was able to accept in the most wonderful movie…"

The prof recanted nearly every second of his time spent off the ship, to which Dorian could only smile. Her work party were good people and she loved them all as her menage, especially the Professor. He was so unlike the relief of her gang. Smart, funny, acerbic at prison term but always had something worth talking about, when he spoke. He was for the about part a man of few words unless he had something to say. Then he said it. To see his so agitate made her inwardness warm. This was truly where she was happiest.

"So…any news on our next job ?"He asked her snapping her mind back to the deliver.

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

Most of their line came by way of the Transmitter. There was a fancier more official name for the contrivance, probably one the professing 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 all lot in the final day or so. But I did incur a fairly lucrative one that came in just this dayspring. I went ahead and put us on it but it is Bounty hunting watch job."

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

"What is the information ?"

"well we are going to get the info sent to us in the adjacent hr or so, which should pass Hodges and Lucy clip to get back."

"They still haven't checked in yet ?"Dorian asked, starting to experience a vulgar case of temper solar flare up.
Lucy and Hodges both would be late to their own funerals, this was nothing out of the ordinary bicycle. They day those two were on meter or early, she fear she would drop off dread with shock.

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

Dorian narrowed her heart but relented. Maybe talking about it would help her smell better. She began telling the prof all about prospect and their amazing week together then wrapped up with the dinner party. She skimmed over the sex and failed to mention the one night stand 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 long moment and she knew he knew she wasn't telling him the full truth.
"Thank you. That necklace you're eroding, did he give you that ?"He asked.

Looking down, Dorian had forgotten about the trinket.

"No, person else did. No melodic theme what it means though."

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

"Great, thanks Professor."

The man nodded before walking out of her cabin. Standing and stretching her book binding, 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 gangway 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 drop their stuff in their cabins. The Professor and Maury, the last-place crew member, were already making the boat set to sail.

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

Once the gravy boat left the air loading dock and began its accent, the prof walked over with several sheaf of paper.

"maitre d'hotel, we got the info on the Bounty."

"Great, talk to me."Dorian was tightening up a rope as she listened.

"Uh, not practically to tell, moon curser, kidnapper…last seen in New Blaylok, probably why we got the job. iniquity brown hair… figure of Simon Zelotes opportunity

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

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

Looking at the precious poster was Chance's smiling face staring back at her.

"Yeah, that's him."

"Huh. That's interesting."The Professor bent his face closer to the screen, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"What is ?"

"According to the vector Gillman snatched him up, taking him to the rehabilitation center."

"Tobias ? Why ?"

"payoff maitre d'hotel, why else ?"

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

"Yes. Yesterday around 1730 hours. That's strange that the job would own still been listed as active this morning. mustiness 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 viewpoint you up, he had been captured by then."

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

"chieftain ?"

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

"Captain ?"

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

... to be contnued .