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

Govern Sowden watched in captivation at the female pirate sea captain. She said she could be persuasive in getting out of the pirating charges. She did not disappoint. The way she rotated her pelvic girdle 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 shoot his load the minute she sank her creamy pussy rim down around his dick. She used an astound pressure technique that massaged his shaft as she lifted her ass. Then would knock off her 115 lbs frame on to his dick, impaling herself completely. Then there were her tits. She had unbuttoned her shirt but still wore her leather bustier. The constant bouncing apparent motion had dislodged her luscious breasts, making them his for the taking. The Govern had wasted no clip in suckling the nipples. He could tell apart that she approved by the tightening of her twat on his dick. Biting her mammilla softly also received the tightening.

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

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

session back, he looked up at the woman.

"character dismissed."

***

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

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

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

"causa dismissed."

Hodges snickered.

"Where to ?"Lucy asked standing, tossing her cards on the stopgap table.

"Out of here, beep sweet."

Dorian walked to her cabin and shit the door behind her while her work party made a hasty exit. Sitting at her desk, the Captain looked over her map board. The exchange with Governor Snowden left the in effect captain in a turn disposition. It wasn't using her trunk to get the ship out of trouble, it was her inability to climax fully that was frustrating. In fact she started using her dead body in central for trade good and or services in the hopes of being able to fulfill that baffling sense of mop up. Each time she walked away more angry and virulent. Perhaps she was destined to be a sexually queer woman.

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

Looking over her maps at her desk she decided that the best place would be someplace that could offer a assortment of beguilement. Smiling, her digit found what she was looking for. Striding out of her quartern, she went to distinguish 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 share of the H.M.S. Bounty and setting them loose, captain Dorian secured the ship herself before heading out into the city. Wearing black skin-tight pant, brown leather the boot that stopped below her knees and buckled four fourth dimension, her white peasant blouse beneath a embrown leather shank cincher with three warp and a long black cotton dustcloth she looked exactly how most people of her trade dressed. She wore her long hairsbreadth down underneath her flat top wide lip hat. Pulling it low over her eyes she walked up the street looking for a distraction from the unnerving impulse between her legs.

Slipping into a saloon along the dock, she ordered a whiskey and proceeded to knock it back. The bartender poured a second glass and went back to cleaning the spilled drink from the far end of the bar. Looking at the gold liquid in front of her, master Dorian was now doubting that the rupture was what was needed. At least for her. present moment 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 conceive. She knocked back the second drink.

The barkeep poured her a third slowly. What he didn't know was that Dorian could salute half a nursing bottle before feeling anything. An unfortunate side effect of boredom.

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

Dorian's center narrowed as she reached for her gun. A beautiful copper and Ag colored Winchester S serial publication 12 hitman. Pulling the piece and turning around slowly she was looking at Tobias Gillman a associate 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 another troll after emptying her glass. After the endorse meth was filled the two literary pirate toasted honorable fortune and began chatting.

Though she was a couple of drinks ahead of Tobias, Dorian could throw her own against him but she was starting to feel the pot liquor. Dorian sighed when she felt that affectionate 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 board at the back of the bar.

looking for 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 special K and his hair was a dark Brown University and disheveled at best. His had about a calendar week'worth of growth on his face that Dorian was certain was more cultured than coincidence.

"You know him ?"She asked Tobias.

"Chance…something. Or something Chance…"

"commodity guy ?"She asked.

"Nope, scoundrel, like us."

"Oh, trade good. I was hoping I didn't have to do any killing on my vacation."She took another scene 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 front line of him. Looking up at all 5'8"of her visage, the man sat back.

"Anyone ever tell you it's rude to gaze ?"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 clear her head slightly.

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

fillet in presence of a shop's presentation window, she found a attire that caught her eye. oceanic abyss red, almost a Berry color, and very slinky. No ruffles or layers. She was not much of a frock girl. Occasionally she found reason to tire out a dress on a job but pretended she hated it, but this one spoke to her.

"Scheol of a dress."

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

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

Turning around she gaped at the man.

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

"mulct,"he walked up slowly, work force in his pockets"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 bottleful right here."She heard a familiar voice speak up.

turning towards the source, she sighed seeing prospect 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.

opportunity smiled.

"I'll let you know."

Dorian took a oceanic abyss breath and eyed the bottle.

"mulct, we'll talk of the town 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 blab out ?"

Something in Dorian stirred and she knew this was man was going to be nada but difficulty for her. But she looked at his eye, his hair, his square jaw and her temperature began to rise up. It suddenly occurred to her that she had a room, just three trajectory up and there would be no need for talking. Then the mind of being forged off afterwards clicked in her psyche. To reach that stage of sexual defeat was starting to take on its bell 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 feet,"Let's go."

Her room was goose egg fancy but it had a clean soft bed, a lav with shower bath and tub and it had heating plant, which in this early fountain, was a talent from the graven image. Throwing her hat and jacket crown aside, she walked into the bathroom and splashed water supply on her look and stared at her reflection.

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

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

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

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

Dorian nodded, tossing the cincher off to the side. Standing for a consequence she stared at his back as he looked out the window down onto the street. Suddenly Dorian envied working missy. They had time limits. This ass could retain her all nighttime. Sighing, she sat on the Martin Luther King 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 boundary of the bed in her tyke 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, Chance had turned and started watching her. She suddenly became very self-conscious.

"This is not a business transaction, this is desire, plain and simple."He set down his chicken feed 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 certainly what to say. Something in her answered 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 boob and up her neck opening to her mouth. His handwriting softly caressing her body and not the frantic groping she was accustomed to. She found her lips reciprocating the kisses, her body moving to hold finis to his. She could finger him swell against her and felt herself grow wet in anticipation.

Instead of going straight to the sex, hazard slipped beneath the covering fire and kissed up her leg and up to her waist. Kissing her inner second joint sent shivers through her organic structure. She had never had anyone spend metre on her and it was a totally new experience. Spreading her wooden leg apart he began to osculate and tongue her cunt. Warmness facing pages through her and she could experience herself swell. probability's fingers helped to further stimulate her clit as Dorian began to breathe knockout and tweak her own nipples.

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

Looking up luck went back to licking and suckling her clit, driving her crazy. She had the sudden demand to be filled. She needed his putz inside her.

"probability, please."She whined.

Crawling up her organic structure, he kissed her on her lips. She could savor her own juice on his clapper. With a little maneuvering Chance slipped inside of her and began slowly pumping. He continued to kiss her neck opening, nipples and sass. As he made love to her he buried his face in her black hair. She could experience 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 smell of his cock interior of her made Dorian relax more than anything or anyone had ever done before for her. Instead of focusing on pleasing her spouse for a purpose, she was able to just enjoy the maven.
hazard sat up and lifted both of her stage up. Leaning up against the dorsum of her legs, luck changed up his cycle for something with a little speed and aggression. Dorian's torso responded in kind, growing so wet that she began to drip. Her pussy began to tighten and her pap tingled. Chance stopped momentarily and pull out Dorian into a sit down billet. 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 trivial lost to his signification 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 unspoiled than others. This slow material body continued to make Dorian wetter and the look in fortune's eye clued that he didn't have much more in him.

press her back onto the bed, Chance wrapped her legs around him as he pressed forward. The former position left percentage of her more sensitive then she had ever been before and the slow burn she usually experienced burned hot and fast like a wildfire.

Without warning, her mind exploded in a rain shower of white and vivid colours, her back arched and a cry rose from the back of her throat, the wildfire in her eubstance erupted into a volcanic explosion causing her to cum and blurt out in a powerful wave of cristal. Captain Dorian had finally had her first orgasm.

hazard, ineffectual to contain himself any further, attempted to back out before he came, but Dorian's orgasm caused her body to tense up and clamp down on his. unable to rip out he came intemperate inside of her, filling her up. Once his body was done pumping his ejaculate 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 drag out."

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

luck rolled over onto his backbone and lay succeeding to her trousering. Looking over at the woman, he spoke up again.

"You're not worried ?"

"You just gave me my low orgasm, no I don't care that you came inside me. You have no theme how long 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."
probability 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 enrol her again.

"Oh, you're in for it, I'm going to pass water you commend me."

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

***

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

"When did it get shadow ?"She asked.

fortune laughed.

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

Dorian, looked down.

"I figure you would possess 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 length."If you want me to pass on, I'm gone."

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

"Hungry ? We can grab a bite."

***

hazard did not let that be Dorian's only orgasam. He concentrated his efforts to make the next one more hefty and intense, always the next one. And Dorian, allowed herself to be human for a little patch. For the two week they were docked at New Blaylock, Dorian and chance were inseparable. The night before she was to ship out fortune asked to her to dinner at The capitol, a swank eating place in the city second power. prospect had to go get some appropriate clothing for dinner party and suggested that Dorian do the same.

Unsure what to do about appropriate dress, she decided that the slinky apparel she saw her first-class honours degree day in town would be appropriate. Trying on the dress, she felt sexy and girlie. It was a new hotshot for her. It was a holiday of number 1 for her. Buying the dress and a pair of place, she headed to the hotel and found a note in her way from prospect telling her he would touch her at the restaurant at six. Smiling, she hung the attire up and decided to take a nap until it was metre to go.

***

Sitting the in the eatery at their table, Dorian was growing concerned, embarrassed and raging. Chance was two hours late and there was no way she could observe holding the board. Instead she stormed for the restaurant's bar to deliver a drink.

Dorian was furious. She had never been so mortify before in her aliveness. How could she consider that she could ever receive fallen for anyone ? He probably was off somewhere laughing with chum over making the female child pirate a patsy.

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

Out of the niche of her eye she saw a slightly senior man staring at her. Set on removing hazard's memory 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 restaurant and towards his hotel room.

The man had money, it was clear from his hotel and clothing. Dorian didn't care, she needed to loose and get her psyche trunk and mettle back in alinement. A one nighttime rack 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 fortune could scratch for her. The man was just like any early, grunting and thrusting, tweaking and spanking, it wasn't his flaw, he just wasn't prospect. Dorian shut off but continued with fucking this man as best as she could. After switching billet four fourth dimension, Dorian gave up and began sucking him off. The man had a lovely cock. A proficient length, finely girth, just big enough that Dorian's finger didn't touch when she used her hands. Running her glossa over the header 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 make Dorian mad that she couldn't get the same gratification that he was getting. It felt one sided.

Swallowing as a great deal of the man as she could, she decided it was clip to go for her. Bouncing her foreland back and forth, sucking and stroking as severe and rhythmically as she could, she worked at bringing the man to his climax. Pulling her face away to entrance her breath and go along jacking him off, the man grunted once and began to cum, painting her facial expression and tits. Dorian continued to jack him off making sure that he had completely finished before she grabbed the snug thing to wipe her fount 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 clothes, 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 hanker enough button down shirt. Throwing it on she turned around and faced the dorsum 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 clutch handbag and opened it. Removing her fraud id, her cred circuit board and room key she threw the purse on to the floor next to the dress.

"well 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 shoulder at her.

He opened the safe and rummaged around for a moment before finding what he wanted. He closed the room access 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 pendant on it. Dorian was not a jewelry girl but walked forward and took the necklace. The strand had small smooth-spoken ballock on it every inch or so, but the chandelier itself was very unusual. It was a circular disk with a glyph in the center surrounded by mysterious Amytal, special K and red stones.

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

The man walked up following 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 tomentum."I know that you weren't looking for me, I also know that I was not able-bodied to live up to 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 stand 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 way. She wasted no time walking the blocks back to her hotel. At the belated hour, she had been propositioned by several people, wearing only a men's shirt and heights heels, but she continued on. Soon, the Morlock would be air bound and she would be the skipper again. She needed to get back into the outlook of being captain and the walk helped to find out that springtime in her step that she had been lacking.
Closing the door to her room behind her, Dorian looked around. She came into the room with the clothes on her dorsum and she had very fiddling else around. Pulling off the shirt and brake shoe, she hopped in to take a shower and wipe herself clean. This task done, she towel dried her hair and began to cut back in her convention clothes.

chance had suggested she transmit her vesture 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 knickers, tucking the shirt in. She pulled on the boots and buckled them quickly. She wanted to be on her sauceboat, in her own room, as soon as possible. Standing she wrapped the waist cincher on and buckled it, this sentence a bit tighter 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 eyes and made her wondered what it meant. The man's Christian Bible came floating back to her."A mystery story, like you."She liked that. Placing her hat on her head, she left her way, 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 diffused bang on the door.

"Enter."She called out.

The professor stuck his mind in her cabin and smiled.

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

Dorian looked down at her hand. 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 drinking glass and indicated for the Professor to learn it.

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

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

The Professor recanted nearly every second of his time spent off the ship, to which Dorian could only smile. Her crew were good people and she loved them all as her sept, especially the professor. He was so unlike the balance of her crew. smarting, funny, acerbic at metre but always had something worth talking about, when he spoke. He was for the most part a man of few Word unless he had something to say. Then he said it. To see his so turn on made her spunk warm. This was truly where she was happiest.

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

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

Most of their jobs came by way of the transmitter. There was a fancier more official gens 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 unharmed lot in the lowest day or so. But I did receive 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 honorable, getting back to business and her life.

"What is the information ?"

"well we are going to get the information sent to us in the next 60 minutes or so, which should have Hodges and Lucy fourth dimension to get back."

"They still haven't checked in yet ?"Dorian asked, starting to find a uncouth case of annoyance flare up.
Lucy and Hodges both would be late to their own funerals, this was nada out of the ordinary. They day those two were on 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 optic but relented. Maybe talking about it would help her feel better. She began telling the Professor all about Chance and their flummox 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 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, soul else did. No theme what it means though."

"It looks comrade. I'll go through my Scripture 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 rear, 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 put to work, we're gone in ten."

Both crew phallus nodded their header and walked to drop their stuff and nonsense in their cabins. The professor and Maury, the last work party appendage, were already making the boat ready 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 loading dock and began its accent, the Professor walked over with respective sheaves of paper.

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

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

"Uh, not a good deal to separate, smuggler, kidnapper…last seen in New Blaylok, probably why we got the job. shadow brown hair… public figure of St. Simon fortune

"postponement, what ? Let me see that."Dorian snatched the aeronaut from the Professor.

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

Looking at the wanted posting was luck's smiling face staring back at her.

"Yeah, that's him."

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

"What is ?"

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

"Tobias ? Why ?"

"reward Captain, 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 feature still been listed as active agent this morning. moldiness 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 party. He didn't pedestal you up, he had been captured by then."

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

"skipper ?"

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

"captain ?"

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

... to be contnued .