Bethesda Dorian bounced up and down on the cock of governor Sowden. chief thrown back, her tits bouncing with her calendar method of birth control, she began to cry out as she grew closer to her flood tide. Rubbing her clitoris to help her along was like the cream on a slice of pie ; the analogy making her smiling.

Govern Sowden watched in fascination at the female pirate captain. She said she could be persuasive in getting out of the pirating charges. She did not let down. 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 self-will not to inject his load the minute of arc she sank her creamy pussycat lips down around his prick. She used an astound pressure technique that massaged his shaft as she lifted her ass. Then would shake off her 115 lbs frame on to his tool, impaling herself completely. Then there were her tits. She had unbuttoned her shirt but still wore her leather bustier. The constant bounce movement had dislodged her delectable boob, making them his for the pickings. The Govern had wasted no time in suckling the mammilla. He could differentiate that she approved by the tightening of her pussy on his dick. Biting her mamilla softly also received the tightening.

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

governor Sowden could not hold back back any further, he pulled his dick from her trunk and bourgeon his consignment all over the tits of the air-captain.

Sitting back, he looked up at the woman.

"pillowcase dismissed."

***

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

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

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

"Case dismissed."

Hodges snickered.

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

"Out of here, toot sweet."

Dorian walked to her cabin and shop the threshold behind her while her work party made a hasty exit. Sitting at her desk, the master looked over her map table. The telephone exchange with Governor Snowden left the upright captain in a sour disposition. It wasn't using her soundbox to get the ship out of trouble, it was her unfitness to culminate fully that was frustrating. In fact she started using her body in exchange for goods and or services in the hopes of being capable to fulfill that elusive good sense of completion. Each time she walked away more angry and bitter. Perhaps she was destined to be a sexually frustrated woman.

Standing up she walked to a small mirror that hung in her twenty-five percent. Smoothing her hair, she took a abstruse breathing place, told her that her orgasm was coming ( cue smirk ) and that she need to be a sea captain first.
Maybe they needed a vacation. It had been one job after another and they had enough credit and Cash to buy them a week or two of relaxation.

looking at over her map at her desk she decided that the best place would be someplace that could pop the question a mixed bag of misdirection. Smiling, her finger found what she was looking for. Striding out of her quarters, she went to severalise the Professor 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 crowd their share of the bounteousness and setting them idle, Captain Dorian secured the ship herself before heading out into the city. Wearing bootleg skin-tight knickers, brown leather boots that stopped below her genu and buckled four times, her white tyke blouse beneath a Robert Brown leather shank cincher with three buckle and a recollective black cotton gaberdine she looked exactly how most mass of her craft dressed. She wore her farseeing fuzz down underneath her monotonic 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 dock, she ordered a whisky and proceeded to knock it back. The mixologist poured a instant glass and went back to cleaning the spilled swallow from the far end of the bar. Looking at the amber liquid in front of her, Captain Dorian was now doubting that the break was what was needed. At to the lowest degree for her. Moments like this caused her to call back. If it wasn't about a job, then she felt it was wasted energy. She didn't want to think. She knocked back the endorsement drink.

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

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

Dorian's centre narrowed as she reached for her gun. A beautiful cop and silver colored Winchester S series 12 shooter. Pulling the piece and turning around slowly she was looking at Tobias Gillman a fellow air police captain. She recognized him instantly.

"Tobias."She nodded, holstering her gun.

"Good to see you too Dorian."

Dorian motioned for the barman to pour out another rung after emptying her ice. After the second drinking glass was filled the two pirates toasted good fortune and began chatting.

Though she was a span of potable ahead of Tobias, Dorian could hold her own against him but she was starting to experience the liquor. Dorian sighed when she felt that warm relaxed feeling scatter 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.

looking for over Dorian was first struck by his gaze. He held hers without looking away. None of that genteel ‘ I've been caught looking at you.'Bullshit. His eyes were hypnotically green and his hair was a coloured Brown University and disheveled at serious. His had about a weeks'worth of growth on his face that Dorian was sealed was more genteel than happenstance.

"You know him ?"She asked Tobias.

"Chance…something. Or something Chance…"

"trade good guy ?"She asked.

"Nope, villain, like us."

"Oh, full. I was hoping I didn't have to do any kill on my vacation."She took another shot of whiskey.
Dorian looked up and found that the man continued to gaze at her. Something in Dorian snapped. Throwing down the money for the liquor she walked over to the man and stood in front 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, deal 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 saucy air helped to unclutter her head slightly.

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

stopping in nominal head of a shop class's video display window, she found a wearing apparel that caught her eye. Deep red, almost a berry color, and very slinky. No furbelow or layers. She was not much of a frock lady friend. Occasionally she found reason to assume a 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 fortune guy had followed her out of the bar. Embarrassed to ingest been found being a young woman, admiring a dress, she scowled at him and began walking off.

"Are you going to speak to me or am I going to have to abide by you all nighttime ?"He called after her.

Turning around she gaped at the man.

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

"fine,"he walked up slowly, hands in his scoop"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 veracious here."She heard a familiar vox 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 bloodline ever body of work for you ?"She drank her drink.

Chance smiled.

"I'll let you know."

Dorian took a deeply breathing time and eyed the bottle.

"mulct, we'll talking 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 naught but problem for her. But she looked at his eyes, his hair, his substantial jaw and her temperature began to rise. It suddenly occurred to her that she had a room, just three flight of steps up and there would be no pauperization for talking. Then the musical theme of being defective off afterwards clicked in her brain. To reach that level of intimate thwarting was starting to take its cost 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 pes,"Let's go."

Her room was nil fondness but it had a fair mild bed, a bathroom with shower and tub and it had heating, which in this early natural spring, was a natural endowment from the deity. Throwing her hat and jacket aside, she walked into the bathroom and swash pee on her face and stared at her reflection.

‘ Give 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, methamphetamine hydrochloride in handwriting. Taking the opportunity she pulled off her charge and began unbuckling her corset.

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

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

Dorian nodded, tossing the cincher off to the side. Standing for a moment she stared at his back as he looked out the window down onto the street. Suddenly Dorian envied working lady friend. They had time point of accumulation. This ass could keep 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 little bit around this guy was prudent and declined. Sitting on the edge of the bed in her provincial 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, opportunity 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 answer without her knowledge.

"I want you."She whispered.

probability wasted no metre in disrobing. Crawling into the bed he helped Dorian out of her blouse and began kissing her breast and up her neck to her sass. His helping hand 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 last to his. She could feel him swell against her and felt herself grow wet in anticipation.

Instead of going heterosexual person to the sex, fortune slipped beneath the covers and kissed up her branch and up to her waist. Kissing her interior thigh sent tingle through her body. She had never had anyone spend prison term 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 fingers helped to encourage stimulate her button as Dorian began to take a breather hard and tweak her own nipples.

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

Looking up opportunity went back to lacing and suckling her clit, driving her crazy. She had the sudden need to be filled. She needed his dick inside her.

"prospect, please."She whined.

Crawling up her body, he kissed her on her brim. She could taste her own juices on his glossa. With a little maneuvering luck slipped inside of her and began slowly pumping. He continued to snog her neck, mamilla and lips. As he made making love to her he buried his face in her black whisker. She could experience his soundbox tense, relax, tense and relax.

Dorian wrapped her peg around his waist and held the man close to her as he continued his rhythm. The smell of his hammer interior 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 bask the sensation.
prospect sat up and lifted both of her legs up. Leaning up against the back of her legs, Chance changed up his rhythm for something with a little upper and aggression. Dorian's body responded in variety, growing so wet that she began to dribble. Her pussy began to tighten and her tit tingled. chance stopped momentarily and pulled Dorian into a seance placement. 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 little lost to his meaning 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 punter than others. This dim build continued to nominate Dorian wetter and the look in Chance'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 previous billet left parts 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 head exploded in a shower of Patrick White and lifelike coloration, her back arched and a cry rose from the backrest of her throat, the wildfire in her soundbox erupted into a volcanic explosion causing her to cum and ejaculate in a powerful wave of ecstasy. maitre d' Dorian had finally had her first orgasm.

Chance, unable to contain himself any further, attempted to draw back before he came, but Dorian's sexual climax caused her body to tense up and clamp down on his. ineffective to pull out he came grueling interior of her, filling her up. Once his body was done pumping his seed in her, he realized what had happened. And shook his capitulum.

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

luck rolled over onto his backrest and lay next to her panting. Looking over at the cleaning woman, he spoke up again.

"You're not worried ?"

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

"Your first orgasm ?"He repeated."You're not a Virgo the Virgin are you ?"
"Far from it."She sat up."I thought there was something untimely with me."
opportunity 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 enter her again.

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

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

***

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

"When did it get dark ?"She asked.

Chance laughed.

"About two time of day ago. Hungry ? We can get a bite."

Dorian, looked down.

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

"Why ?"

Dorian lifted an eyebrow before taking a retarding force off her cigarette.

"Ah."opportunity 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 relationship but one or two nights of some companionship would be fun.

"Hungry ? We can grab a bite."

***

Chance did not let that be Dorian's only orgasam. He concentrated his efforts to make the next one more powerful and intense, always the next one. And Dorian, allowed herself to be human for a little while. For the two week they were docked at New Blaylock, Dorian and Chance were inseparable. The night before she was to ship out Chance asked to her to dinner at The Capitol, a swank restaurant in the metropolis square. luck had to go get some appropriate vesture for dinner and suggested that Dorian do the same.

Unsure what to do about allow dress, she decided that the slinky garb she saw her first day in town would be reserve. Trying on the apparel, she felt sexy and girlie. It was a new sensation for her. It was a vacation of firsts for her. Buying the dress and a pair of skid, she headed to the hotel and found a Federal Reserve note in her room from hazard telling her he would meet her at the eating house at six. Smiling, she hung the attire up and decided to take a nap until it was sentence to go.

***

Sitting the in the restaurant at their table, Dorian was growing concerned, embarrassed and tempestuous. chance was two hours previous and there was no way she could keep holding the mesa. Instead she stormed for the restaurant's bar to have a deglutition.

Dorian was tempestuous. She had never been so humble before in her life. How could she call up that she could ever have fallen for anyone ? He probably was off somewhere laughing with sidekick over making the lady friend hijack a fall guy.

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

Out of the recession of her eye she saw a slightly older man staring at her. Set on removing Chance'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 elucidate from his hotel and wear. Dorian didn't care, she needed to unbend and get her judgment eubstance and heart back in alignment. A one night outdoor stage 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 hazard could inscribe for her. The man was just like any other, grunting and thrusting, tweaking and spanking, it wasn't his faulting, he just wasn't Chance. Dorian shut off but continued with fucking this man as best as she could. After switching side four sentence, Dorian gave up and began sucking him off. The man had a endearing cock. A good duration, exquisitely girth, just big enough that Dorian's finger didn't touch when she used her manus. Running her tongue over the head word of his putz, she looked up at the man. center 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 practically of the man as she could, she decided it was time to go for her. Bouncing her head back and forth, sucking and stroking as hard and rhythmically as she could, she worked at bringing the man to his climax. Pulling her face away to catch her breath and stay jacking him off, the man grunted once and began to cum, painting her facial expression and breast. Dorian continued to jack him off making for certain that he had completely finished before she grabbed the closest affair to wipe her face off, her dress.

It was expensive and something that she had liked before she fell for hazard, but it reminded her too lots 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 rear of his head. Walking up, she began slipping her gamey 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 purse and opened it. Removing her fake id, her cred card and elbow room key she threw the bag 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 ingest it. I doubt that it is worth much but it is something that I find particularly striking."
He held up a range of mountains with a pendant on it. Dorian was not a jewelry girl 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 strange. It was a circular magnetic disc with a glyph in the center surrounded by deep blue, greenness and red Oliver Stone.

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

The man walked up following to her and shrugged.

"Damned if I know. It's a secret to me. Much as you are."He helped put the necklace around her cervix as she lifted her hair."I know that you weren't looking for me, I also know that I was not able to fill 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 stick out up."

The man nodded. He leaned in and kissed her impudence 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 elbow room. She wasted no clock time walking the blocks back to her hotel. At the late hour, she had been propositioned by several people, wearing only a men's shirt and highschool heels, but she continued on. Soon, the Morlock would be air bounce and she would be the master again. She needed to get back into the mindset of being headwaiter and the walk helped to find that saltation 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 backbone and she had very little else around. Pulling off the shirt and shoe, she hopped in to take a exhibitioner and wipe herself clean. This task done, she towel dried her fuzz and began to get dressed in her normal clothes.

luck 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 the boot and buckled them quickly. She wanted to be on her sauceboat, in her own way, as soon as potential. Standing she wrapped the waist cincher on and buckled it, this time a bit blotto 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 poster 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 eyes and made her wondered what it meant. The man's words came floating back to her."A whodunit, like you."She liked that. Placing her hat on her mind, 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 head 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 gear. 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 take it.

"How was yours Professor ?"She asked, trying to head the conversation.

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

The prof recanted nearly every bit of his meter spent off the ship, to which Dorian could only smile. Her work party were good the great unwashed and she loved them all as her syndicate, especially the prof. He was so unlike the rest of her crew. Smart, funny, acerbic at times 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 excited made her heart warm. This was truly where she was happiest.

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

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

Most of their Book of Job came by way of the sender. There was a fancy more official name for the gadget, 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 whole lot in the last day or so. But I did determine a fairly remunerative one that came in just this good morning. I went ahead and put us on it but it is amplitude hunter job."

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

"What is the information ?"

"Well we are going to get the entropy sent to us in the succeeding minute or so, which should give Hodges and Lucy sentence to get back."

"They still haven't checked in yet ?"Dorian asked, starting to feel a common case of irritation flare up.
Lucy and Hodges both would be late to their own funerals, this was zippo out of the ordinary bicycle. They day those two were on prison term or early, she fear she would discharge 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 facilitate her spirit better. She began telling the prof all about probability and their amazing week together then wrapped up with the dinner. She skimmed over the sex and failed to mention the one Nox 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 long bit and she knew he knew she wasn't telling him the full truth.
"Thank you. That necklace you're erosion, did he give you that ?"He asked.

Looking down, Dorian had forgotten about the trinket.

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

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

"Great, thanks Professor."

The man nodded before walking out of her cabin. Standing and stretching her back, 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 maitre d'. I had to rescue Lucy."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too !"

"Enough !"Dorian screamed."Get to cultivate, we're gone in ten."

Both crew appendage nodded their headway and walked to drop off their stuff and nonsense in their cabins. The professor and Maury, the last crew member, 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 wharf and began its accent mark, the Professor walked over with several sheaf of paper.

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

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

"Uh, not often to differentiate, moon-curser, kidnapper…last seen in New Blaylok, probably why we got the job. dark brown hair… name of Simon luck

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

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

Looking at the wanted poster was Chance's smiling nerve 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 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 more closely.

"Yes. Yesterday around 1730 minute. That's strange that the job would have still been listed as active this morning. moldiness be a glitch."The professor stood up and looked at Dorian, the discernment 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 breaking wind with her finger.

"Captain ?"

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

"Captain ?"

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

... to be contnued .