Bethesda Dorian bounced up and down on the cock of regulator Sowden. point thrown back, her tits bouncing with her rhythm, she began to cry out as she grew finisher to her climax. Rubbing her clit to facilitate her along was like the cream on a cut of pie ; the doctrine of analogy making her smile.

Govern Sowden watched in fascination at the female pirate ship headwaiter. She said she could be persuasive in getting out of the pirating armorial bearing. She did not disappoint. The way she rotated her pelvic arch as she moved up and down created the urge to let go and cum but he fought it. It took all his willpower not to dart his lading the minute she sank her creamy pussy brim down around his dick. She used an gravel insistence technique that massaged his rotating shaft as she lifted her ass. Then would drop her 115 lbs figure on to his pecker, impaling herself completely. Then there were her tits. She had unbuttoned her shirt but still wore her leather bustier. The invariant bouncing front had dislodged her luscious chest, making them his for the pickings. The Govern had wasted no time in suckling the nipples. He could differentiate that she approved by the tightening of her kitty on his dick. Biting her pap softly also received the tightening.

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

governor Sowden could not confine back any further, he pulled his dick from her body and shot his encumbrance all over the mammilla of the air-captain.

Sitting back, he looked up at the woman.

"Case dismissed."

***

master Dorian walked up the gangplank to her air ship The Morlock, buttoning her shirt and adjusting her fuzz. Jumping aboard she found her gang sitting back playing a plot of Two Bits.

"Have you ever seen such a work-shy gang of bastards ?"She announced.

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

"Case dismissed."

Hodges snickered.

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

"Out of here, carousal sweet."

Dorian walked to her cabin and shit the door behind her while her crew made a precipitous exit. Sitting at her desk, the police chief looked over her map table. The rally with Governor Snowden left the good captain in a acetify disposal. It wasn't using her body to get the ship out of problem, it was her inability to climax fully that was frustrating. In fact she started using her consistency in rally for trade good and or services in the hopes of being capable to fulfill that elusive sense of completion. Each time she walked away more furious and acerb. Perhaps she was destined to be a sexually disappointed woman.

Standing up she walked to a belittled mirror that hung in her quartern. Smoothing her hairsbreadth, she took a oceanic abyss 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 acknowledgment and cash to buy them a workweek or two of relaxation.

looking for over her map at her desk she decided that the substantially home would be someplace that could offer a variety of distractions. Smiling, her finger found what she was looking for. Striding out of her quarters, she went to tell the Professor that they were headed for New Blaylock.

***

Two days later the Morlock slipped silently into the air harbor above New Blaylock in the early afternoon. Giving her crew their part of the Bounty and setting them loose, Captain Dorian secured the ship herself before heading out into the metropolis. Wearing black skintight pants, brown leather bang that stopped below her knees and buckled four times, her white peasant blouse beneath a brown leather waist cincher with three warp and a long black cotton smock she looked exactly how most people of her barter dressed. She wore her long hair down underneath her matted top panoptic rim hat. Pulling it low over her eyes she walked up the street looking for a distraction from the unnerving pulse rate between her legs.

Slipping into a pothouse along the dock, she ordered a whisky and proceeded to criticise it back. The bartender poured a sec glassful and went back to cleaning the spilled swallow from the far end of the bar. Looking at the amber liquid in front line of her, chieftain Dorian was now doubting that the break was what was needed. At least for her. import like this caused her to guess. If it wasn't about a job, then she felt it was wasted energy. She didn't want to consider. She knocked back the second drink.

The bartender poured her a third slowly. What he didn't know was that Dorian could booze half a nursing bottle before feeling anything. An unfortunate face effect 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 silver colored Winchester S series 12 gunman. Pulling the objet d'art and turning around slowly she was looking at Tobias Gillman a fellow air captain. She recognized him instantly.

"Tobias."She nodded, holstering her gun.

"trade good to see you too Dorian."

Dorian motioned for the bartender to pour another round after emptying her glass. After the mo glass was filled the two plagiarizer toasted safe fortune and began chatting.

Though she was a couple of potable ahead of Tobias, Dorian could view as her own against him but she was starting to finger the liquor. Dorian sighed when she felt that warm relaxed feeling spread across her body.
"I don't want to appall 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.

Looking over Dorian was showtime struck by his gaze. He held hers without looking away. None of that polite ‘ I've been caught looking at you.'dogshit. His eyes were hypnotically green and his hair was a benighted brown and disheveled at best. His had about a weeks'worth of maturation on his human face that Dorian was certain was more naturalise 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 strawman 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, hands 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 table. Leaning over she bid farewell to Tobias and walked out into the street. The unused air helped to realize her headland slightly.

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

fillet in front of a shop's presentation window, she found a dress that caught her eye. Deep red, almost a Chuck Berry people of colour, and very slinky. No ruffles or bed. She was not often of a dress girl. Occasionally she found reason to fall apart a dress on a job but pretended she hated it, but this one spoke to her.

"perdition of a dress."

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

"Are you going to tattle to me or am I going to accept to follow you all night ?"He called after her.

Turning around she gaped at the man.

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

"mulct,"he walked up slowly, work force in his sac"Then let's not talk."

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

"I got a bottle properly here."She heard a fellow vocalization speak up.

Turning towards the source, 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 trend, who wouldn't, you're gorgeous."

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

Chance 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 drinking glass to him.

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

"You really want to let the cat out of the bag ?"

Something in Dorian stirred and she knew this was man was going to be nothing but difficulty for her. But she looked at his eyes, his hair, his square jaw and her temperature began to uprise. It suddenly occurred to her that she had a room, just three trajectory up and there would be no need for talking. Then the estimation of being worse off afterwards clicked in her mastermind. To turn over that level of sexual thwarting 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 cowman,"she said rising to her ft,"Let's go."

Her room was naught fancy but it had a fresh soft bed, a privy with shower and tub and it had estrus, which in this betimes spring, was a talent from the graven image. Throwing her hat and jacket aside, she walked into the bathroom and splashed water on her face and stared at her reflection.

‘ springiness em hell ’. She always thought before going to bed with a man.

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

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

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

Dorian nodded, tossing the cincher off to the side. Standing for a moment she stared at his book binding as he looked out the windowpane down onto the street. Suddenly Dorian envied working female child. They had clock time terminus ad quem. This ass could keep on her all night. Sighing, she sat on the king sized bed and began removing her pants.
"Would you like another drink ?"He asked her.

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

"This is not a business dealings, this is desire, plain and simple."He set down his spyglass 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 reply without her knowledge.

"I want you."She whispered.

Chance wasted no time in disrobing. Crawling into the bed he helped Dorian out of her blouse and began kissing her breast and up her neck opening to her back talk. His hired man softly caressing her soundbox and not the frantic groping she was accustomed to. She found her lips reciprocating the kisses, her eubstance moving to restrain close to his. She could sense him swell up against her and felt herself grow wet in expectation.

Instead of going heterosexual to the sex, prospect slipped beneath the screening and kissed up her ramification and up to her shank. Kissing her inner thigh sent shivers through her body. She had never had anyone spend clock time on her and it was a totally new experience. Spreading her leg apart he began to buss and tongue her pussy. Warmness facing pages through her and she could feel herself swell. Chance's fingers helped to further get her button as Dorian began to emit strong and tweak her own nipples.

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

Looking up luck went back to beating and suckling her clit, driving her crazy. She had the sudden need to be filled. She needed his cock inside her.

"hazard, please."She whined.

Crawling up her torso, he kissed her on her backtalk. She could savor 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, nipples and backtalk. As he made passion to her he buried his font in her disastrous hair's-breadth. She could feel his consistence tense, relax, tense and relax.

Dorian wrapped her legs around his waist and held the man close to her as he continued his regular recurrence. The spirit of his peter interior 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 determination, she was able to just revel the sentiency.
Chance sat up and lifted both of her ramification up. Leaning up against the spinal column of her ramification, hazard changed up his rhythm method of birth control for something with a little hurrying and aggression. Dorian's body responded in sort, growing so wet that she began to drip. Her pussy began to tighten and her nipples tingled. Chance stopped momentarily and pulled Dorian into a sitting location. Taking her cue, Dorian began to resile on his lap before he stopped her.

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

Dorian seemed a trivial lost to his significance but instead gyrated on his lap, leaning back on her hands. Moving and undulating feeling his dick rub different parts of her, some which were much better 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 stage around him as he pressed forward. The previous locating left parts of her more sensitive then she had ever been before and the slow burn mark she usually experienced burned hot and profligate like a wildfire.

Without admonition, her judgment exploded in a shower of white and graphic colors, her back arched and a cry rose from the back of her throat, the wildfire in her physical structure erupted into a volcanic explosion causing her to cum and ejaculate in a mightily wave of ecstasy. sea captain Dorian had finally had her first coming.

luck, unable to contain himself any further, attempted to swallow before he came, but Dorian's coming caused her body to tense up and clamp down on his. unable to pull out he came strong inside of her, filling her up. Once his body was done pumping his come in her, he realized what had happened. And shook his caput.

"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 trouble. I'll take care of it."

prospect rolled over onto his back and lay next to her trousering. Looking over at the adult female, he spoke up again.

"You're not worried ?"

"You just gave me my starting time orgasm, no I don't charge that you came inside me. You have no idea how yearn 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 wrong with me."
fortune 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 get into her again.

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

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

***

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

"When did it get dark ?"She asked.

Chance laughed.

"About two hours 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 cigarette.

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

Dorian paused for a second. She wasn't looking for a relationship but one or two nighttime of some fellowship would be fun.

"Hungry ? We can snaffle a bite."

***

Chance did not let that be Dorian's only orgasam. He concentrated his try to make the next one more hefty and acute, always the next one. And Dorian, allowed herself to be human for a little while. For the two calendar week they were docked at New Blaylock, Dorian and Chance were inseparable. The dark before she was to ship out opportunity asked to her to dinner at The Capitol, a swank restaurant in the city square. chance had to go get some conquer wear for dinner party and suggested that Dorian do the same.

Unsure what to do about conquer dress, she decided that the slinky dress she saw her first day in town would be earmark. Trying on the wearing apparel, she felt sexy and girlie. It was a new sensation for her. It was a holiday of number 1 for her. Buying the wearing apparel and a duo of shoes, she headed to the hotel and found a note in her elbow room from fortune telling her he would gather her at the restaurant at six. Smiling, she hung the garb up and decided to take a nap until it was prison term to go.

***

Sitting the in the eating house at their table, Dorian was growing concerned, embarrass and angry. Chance was two 60 minutes latterly and there was no way she could keep holding the tabular array. Instead she stormed for the eating place's bar to have a beverage.

Dorian was infuriated. She had never been so humiliated 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 girlfriend pirate a sucker.

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

Out of the street corner of her eye she saw a slightly previous man staring at her. Set on removing Chance's retention from her mind 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 eating house and towards his hotel room.

The man had money, it was clear from his hotel and habiliment. Dorian didn't care, she needed to loosen up and get her mind torso and heart back in alliance. A one night tie-up was just what she felt would do it for her.
As soon as it started Dorian realized that her itchiness was coming back, the one that only hazard could scratch for her. The man was just like any other, grunting and thrusting, tweaking and spanking, it wasn't his fault, he just wasn't hazard. Dorian shut off but continued with fucking this man as best as she could. After switching lieu four times, Dorian gave up and began sucking him off. The man had a pin-up prick. A good duration, mulct cinch, just big enough that Dorian's fingers didn't touch when she used her hired man. Running her tongue over the head of his gumshoe, she looked up at the man. Eyes closed and head thrown back, he looked to be enjoying himself immensely. It started to pretend Dorian mad that she couldn't get the Lapp satisfaction that he was getting. It felt one sided.

Swallowing as often of the man as she could, she decided it was time to go for her. Bouncing her header back and forth, sucking and stroking as toilsome and rhythmically as she could, she worked at bringing the man to his climax. Pulling her face away to catch her breathing place and persist in jacking him off, the man grunted once and began to cum, painting her face and tits. Dorian continued to jack him off making certain that he had completely finished before she grabbed the closest affair to pass over her fount off, her dress.

It was expensive and something that she had liked before she fell for hazard, 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 spinal column of his head. Walking up, she began slipping her high 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 grasp purse and opened it. Removing her role player id, her cred notice and room key she threw the bag on to the flooring 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 prophylactic 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 chain with a chandelier on it. Dorian was not a jewelry daughter but walked forward and took the necklace. The chain had little fluent balls on it every inch or so, but the pendant itself was very unusual. It was a circular record with a glyph in the shopping mall surrounded by mysterious blueing, green and red Edward Durell 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's-breadth."I know that you weren't looking for me, I also know that I was not able to meet you this evening. 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 brass softly.

"Then he was a fool."

Dorian blushed and smiled an humiliated smile. Looking at the man for a moment, she turned and left his room. She wasted no prison term walking the blocks back to her hotel. At the former hour, she had been propositioned by several hoi polloi, wearing only a men's shirt and in high spirits blackguard, but she continued on. Soon, the Morlock would be air leap and she would be the captain again. She needed to get back into the mindset of being captain and the manner of walking helped to find that springtime in her footprint that she had been lacking.
Closing the room access to her room behind her, Dorian looked around. She came into the room with the clothes on her vertebral column and she had very niggling else around. Pulling off the shirt and shoes, she hopped in to take up a shower bath and wipe herself clean. This task done, she towel dried her hair and began to dress in her rule clothes.

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

Chance.

Dorian gritted her dentition 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 boat, in her own room, as soon as possible. Standing she wrapped the waist cincher on and buckled it, this time a bit tighter than she normally wore it. She threw on her dustcloth and took up her hat. Looking around her room she found her gun and her cards and shoved them in her air pocket. She chose to choose 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 wondered what it meant. The man's row came floating back to her."A whodunit, like you."She liked that. Placing her hat on her head teacher, 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 professor stuck his header in her cabin and smiled.

"And how was your vacation Captain ?"He asked smiling.

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

"How was yours prof ?"She asked, trying to steer the conversation.

"Amazing. I had forgotten all about the museums and laboratories here ! I was capable to pick up some supply for my lab and I was able to acquire in the most tremendous movie…"

The professor recanted nearly every second gear of his time spent off the ship, to which Dorian could only smile. Her gang were good multitude and she loved them all as her family, especially the professor. He was so unlike the rest of her crew. smart, funny, acerbic at fourth dimension but always had something Worth talking about, when he spoke. He was for the most voice a man of few news unless he had something to say. Then he said it. To see his so commove made her substance warm. This was truly where she was happiest.

"So…any news on our side by side job ?"He asked her snapping her mind back to the present.

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

Most of their jobs came by way of the Transmitter. There was a fancier more official name 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 last day or so. But I did find a fairly lucrative one that came in just this morning. I went ahead and put us on it but it is Bounty Hunter job."

Dorian nodded, this was near, getting back to commercial enterprise and her life.

"What is the information ?"

"wellspring we are going to get the information sent to us in the following hour or so, which should impart Hodges and Lucy time to get back."

"They still haven't checked in yet ?"Dorian asked, starting to palpate a vulgar slip of irritation flair up.
Lucy and Hodges both would be late to their own funerals, this was nothing out of the average. They day those two were on clock time or early, she fear she would drop dread with shock.

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

Dorian narrowed her eyes but relented. Maybe talking about it would aid her look better. She began telling the Professor all about chance and their vex week together then wrapped up with the dinner. She skimmed over the sex and failed to note 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 minute and she knew he knew she wasn't telling him the full truth.
"Thank you. That necklace you're wearing, did he give you that ?"He asked.

Looking down, Dorian had forgotten about the trinket.

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

"It looks conversant. 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 spine, 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 sea captain. I had to deliver Lucy."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too !"

"enough !"Dorian screamed."Get to function, 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 survive crew member, were already making the boat quick to sail.

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

Once the boat left the air bob and began its accent, the Professor walked over with various sheaves of paper.

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

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

"Uh, not a lot to assure, smuggler, kidnapper…last seen in New Blaylok, probably why we got the job. Dark brown hair… name of Simon the Canaanite chance

"hold, what ? Let me see that."Dorian snatched the bill from the Professor.

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

Looking at the need poster was prospect's smiling cheek staring back at her.

"Yeah, that's him."

"Huh. That's interesting."The Professor bent his grimace finisher to the covert, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"What is ?"

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

"Tobias ? Why ?"

"payoff Captain, why else ?"

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

"Yes. Yesterday around 1730 hours. That's strange that the job would have still been listed as active voice this morning. Must be a glitch."The professor stood up and looked at Dorian, the understanding set in."That's why he didn't sports meeting 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.

"Captain ?"

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

"Captain ?"

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

... to be contnued .