Interstellar Sex Dreams

By Nikki Hall

Doctor Mike McAllister works as Chief Med-Tech onboard the colonising space craft Stellar Reach. With a 92 year journey the intrepid colonists go into stasis for the duration. After watching an array of beautiful women enter stasis Mike is left alone to monitor the start of their journey. While waiting out his time he makes a list. Which of the many gorgeous beauties would he sleep with? He starts to wonder what would happen if he were to pull them from stasis, claiming malfunction part way through the journey. Would they sleep with him? Could he seduce them? There's really only one way to find out ...

Join Mike on his sex-fuelled journey through space to a new colony. Will he seduce the girl of his dreams? Will he fall in love?

An epic sexual romp through space from the delightfully dirty mind of Nikki Hall

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Hall
• Release date: Oct 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463736883

Nikki Hall

Nikki is an Australian author of erotica and aims to provide stimulating, exciting erotica for your pleasure.

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Interstellar Sex Dreams

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2018

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All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are aged 18 years or over

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Special thanks to Tex Beethoven for his editing work which quite simply makes my writing better.

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You’re staring, Doctor McAllister.

Apologies, Captain Vander, Mike muttered just loud enough to be heard across the welcoming line. He blushed at the gentle admonishment and dragged his eyes away from the mesmerising sight of the woman in the red dress. He turned to greet the next passenger coming aboard. He didn’t catch the woman’s name, nor really make any attempt to make her feel welcome as he was supposed to, he was still fixated by the vision that had just paused in front of the captain before passing on. Typical that someone so gorgeous would be in the other line.

Five thousand passengers were boarding the Stellar Reach, all bound for a new life on the off-world colony of Entarch. The Stellar Reach was fresh from manufacture and represented the latest generation of colonial transport. Mike McAllister held dual medical and security ratings that had managed to secure him his berth. The ship would travel at sub-light speed with her crew, cargo and passengers held in stasis for the ninety-two-year journey. They’d be awakened from stasis two months out from Entarch to give them a chance to socialise and prepare for their new adventure.

Mike’s primary role was to ensure that everyone made it into and out of stasis safely, so they could emerge at the far end healthy and no older than when they’d left, at least biologically. He would spend the first month of the journey alone on the ship, monitoring vitals and systems, before he too would drop into stasis.

He refocussed on the on-boarding passengers who were being introduced to the crew in an attempt to reassure them they would wake up safely and without incident at the end of their long journey. Mike had no concerns in that regard: ResettCom had an impeccable record, having never lost a passenger in the centuries they’d been engaged in off-world colony transport. It was a far cry from the early years, when a far less reputable company had once been found to have taken vast sums of money from prospective settlers only to load them onto a tricked up junk of a spacecraft and simply crash it into an asteroid in near-remote space with no intention of them ever making the journey. That scandal had prompted the Interstellar Government to regulate the industry to previously unthought of levels of detail.

He played his favourite mental game as the seemingly endless line of passengers came through, shaking hands. Each woman that walked through received a quick assessment from Mike as to whether he would sleep with them, given the chance. He knew it would be frowned upon if he were discovered but given that nothing ever left his own thoughts, he figured there was no harm. He estimated that they were halfway through the boarding process, and his count had reached two hundred. So many prospects! It was a shame that after the upcoming introductory party he’d only actually interact with them when they entered stasis and at the far end of their journey, and even then it would only be a small number of them since his role during those processes was primarily supervisory and being on call to handle any irregularities, which were always minor.

His prospects for liaisons weren’t all bad though, especially near journey’s end, when everyone was awake for the final two months. During that period there were always a few women happy to have a final fling with a crew member who wouldn’t be going on-world with them; someone with whom they could share a happy little no-strings romp before they were shuttled down to their new home. It certainly enabled them to dodge potential reputational issues, as the crew returned to stasis for the return journey, and by the time they made it back to the inner colonies and Earth, the colonists would all have died of old age.

Interstellar transport was an odd business like that. By the time you completed a round journey, technology had leapt forward again, and everyone you had once known had died of old age. Mike loved it, though. He was able to update himself on the newest technology through implants, and at the end of each excursion he was witness to vast new changes in ship construction and tech. Usually he’d spend a year updating his qualifications on-world before taking on another contract. At thirty-two years of age biologically he’d been through the procecsssix times, each time only spending four months of his travel time ‘living’ so to speak. The rest was in stasis. It was certainly a good way to escape a bad relationship!

Two hundred and one, he thought to himself as he watched a brunette progressing toward him down the line in a low-cut, form-fitting dress of shiny silver material. He managed to tear his gaze away from her cleavage in time to take her hand without getting busted looking. She moved on to the next crew member and glanced down to survey her tight buttocks. Definitely two hundred and one, he decided.

After an age (and with a final count of three hundred and sixty-two) the final passenger had made it through to the pre-launch party. Mike stretched as the greeting line dissolved and he began wandering around the party. He wanted to find the woman in the red dress again. She reminded him of that vintage, pre-space movie starlet. Scarlett someone he seemed to recall. He tapped into the ship’s computer for a moment and did a search. His ocular system pulled up a life-sized hologram that hovered before him (though only visible to himself) with a list of her movie credits and statistics. Scarlett Johansen. That was who she reminded him of. Buxom, blonde and gorgeous.

Eventually he managed to spot her and passed by her a couple of times, obsessively trying to look at her without being seen. He could have introduced himself, but nerves got the better of him and he resorted to simply monitoring her movement through the party. She wasn’t drinking a lot, but still seemed very social and happy. When she smiled he found himself smiling with her, as if all by herself she were lifting the mood of the entire party.

A quick query of the passenger manifest told him her name was Amy Barden, that she was twenty five years old, single, heterosexual, had no known medical concerns and a host of other information that he continued to peruse as he watched her from the near distance. He loved having access to the full manifest. As the senior ranking med-tech with dual quals that also included security specialist it meant that only the captain had the same level of access to passenger records. It made for great reading during the time he was alone on the ship while everyone else was in stasis.

He left Amy alone long enough to go to the bar, checking the roster for stasis-inducement as he did so. He surveyed the list on his ocular display and set himself a reminder so he could be there when Amy was suspended. With a drink in hand he orbited around Amy’s general area, careful to distribute his attention and engage in the occasional casual conversation so he wouldn’t seem to be stalking her, even though he was.

Mike was caught by surprise when one of the women he’d had a brief chat with called him over.

Amy, Doctor McAllister, you two really should meet, she gushed, seizing his attention. Mike had to work hard to keep his mouth shut and not stare, as he came face to face with the woman he’d been obsessing over for the last two hours.

Karen, wasn’t it? he asked the Asian woman who had snagged them both, briefly glancing down to take in her lovely electric blue, figure-hugging cheongsam. If she weren’t standing next to Amy, he probably would have stared longer.

Yes, that’s very kind of you to remember, she said happily, unaware that Mike’s ocular display had pulled up her name for him.

Amy here is a bit paranoid about the stasis process, so I thought who better to talk to her about it than you?

"I’m only a little bit paranoid, Doctor McAllister was it?" Amy asked him politely. Her voice sounded like sweetened honey to him. Pitched perfectly between a rich contralto and a mellow baritone.

Please, call me Mike, he requested of both women, but reached to clasp hands with Amy, given he was meeting her for the first time. Her hands were wonderfully soft, her grip firm without seeming to need to prove anything. So… What is it that has you worried, Amy?

Oh, not much more than the thought of never waking up again, or coming out of stasis paralysed or with two heads or something, she laughed nervously.

"Well you’ve signed up for this, so you can’t be too worried?"

Well, even though I did make the decision and don’t regret it, ’m still left with a faintly nagging feeling of peril, she replied, clearly a little embarrassed even to bring it up.

Well, the last time there was an incident that caused anyone any harm at all, was approximately five hundred and twenty-seven years ago. That was the result of someone with undeclared, illegal internal modifications trying to escape the law. And he happens to represent approximately 0.00001% of the people that have travelled this way, that’s literally one in a million, since the infamous Boskonian incident and the subsequent major overhaul in regulations because of it. I myself have done this kind of journey a dozen times, six round trips.

Well that’s pretty darn reassuring, don’t you think, Amy? Karen asked her friend.

It certainly is, Amy replied, though Mike had the feeling she was saying it just to shut Karen up.

Well I find the other thing that helps is a solid dose of Dutch courage, but that’s a very temporary thing, and of course you have to be completely free of alcohol before you go into stasis, so that’s more for a get-through-the-now thing than helpful for the actual suspension, Mike suggested with a smile. But just for the two of you, if you like, I can arrange to be present for your suspension myself, and give you a couple of extra checks once you’re in stasis."

That would be wonderful Mike, I for one would be ever so grateful, Karen replied.

As would I, thank you for the very kind offer, Amy joined in.

Well, we mustn’t keep you, Karen suggested, I’m sure there are lots of people wanting some of your time.

Mike felt like he’d just been used and dismissed, but politely shook each of their hands, absorbed the memory of having been so close to Amy’s wonderful lips, coated as they were in bright red lip enhancer. A tiny bob of the head gave him a chance to cast his glance into her cleavage as well, a glance that he snapped an image of with his ocular implant.

He drifted away through the crowd until he reached the outer limits of the room. Nobody would miss him for the final hour. Most passengers had taken liberal advantage of the free drinks, and they’d soon be returning to their planet-side hotels until their final boarding in forty-eight hours.

He slipped out of the open space and into the common hall and wandered off down the plas-steel corridors of the general deck. He passed cabin after cabin put in place for a mere two months of living at the end of the journey. Accommodation cabins, dining halls, restaurants, lounges of various descriptions, libraries, and a myriad of other entertainment options, all there just to be used for a tiny fraction of the voyage. He went past them all until he found a crew elevator near the stern. Down twenty decks, he found his work space, tucked away at the rear of one of the stasis halls. He checked his office quickly, then wandered into the first hall, eyeing off racks and racks of pods that sprouted like leaves from a hundred horizontal stems, ten of them side by side across the hall with five levels stacked up to of each other, each layer with walkways that enabled crew access to manually monitor them when required. The crew pods were housed separately Each pod regulated itself to a degree, and was able to detach itself from its parent stem and propel itself either to accept and process a passenger or crew member into suspended animation, aka ‘stasis’ in one of the stasis chambers, or to resuscitate its charge decades later in an ‘enlivening’ chamber. The passengers never saw that utilitarian side of things. They were taken to a gorgeous little room commonly called a stasis room where their pod would be waiting for them on a self-propelled trolley. Once a person was sealed inside and suspended, it would transport itself back to the hall and be connected carefully to its stem.

Satisfied that everything was in order, Mike returned to his office. He already knew when Amy would go into stasis, but decided he’d fulfil his commitment to Karen Liu as well. He adjusted his timetable so he could be on hand for her as well, and then returned to the gala in time to see everyone off again.

With his official duties over, he joined the crew for a quiet drink, their last chance to meet each other socially before they went into their pre-flight protocols. Mike checked out the female crew members as he always did, wondering which of them might be down for some fun at the colonial end of the journey.

Finally, he boarded the shuttle with his crewmates and headed for the planet side crew hotel, leaving just a skeleton of pre-flight engineers to ensure that everything remained exactly as it should be when they launched.

Back in the privacy of his cabin, he plugged a data jack into the socket he’d had installed just below his ankle. It wasn’t exactly illegal, but it was frowned upon as it was believed by some that it could place additional risk on the stasis process. He dumped the images that he’d recorded through his ocular implant so he could peruse (read perve on) them later. Capturing those images was completely against company policy and would see him fired if he were discovered, but his high level security access and programming skills had helped him bypass all the protocols that could discover the activity. Besides, Amy Barden’s cleavage was well and truly worth some risk!

He’d slip them aboard on a personal drive, well hidden amongst his personal collection of music, books, holiday photos and the like. It could be very lonely to wait around an entire month before placing himself into stasis, and a man hah needs, after all.

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Mike noted the red dot flashing on his ocular readout and brought up the reminder.

You’ve got this one Mirese? I promised I’d personally put a couple of people under, and they’re due in ten, Mike checked with his fellow Med-tech.

Important, good-looking or both? she asked him.

More one than the other, and thanks, he replied with a grin.

Well good luck, I hope it pays off, Mirese laughed. They’d worked together on two previous runs and had worked out that they had a common interest in their respective opposite sexes. They had covered for one another more than once.

Mike walked purposefully through the plas-steel corridor, past crew and passengers who were on their way to the stasis rooms,. either escorting or being escorted. He was pleased when he managed to arrive at the suite before Amy arrived.

Oh, hello Doctor McAllister, I wasn’t expecting you, the attending Med-tech greeted him when he entered.

Hey John. I wasn’t assigned, but I made a promise to a couple of passengers who were a little nervous about the process. Why don’t you take a break and I’ll look after them for you?

Sounds great, I could use a chance to stretch my legs, John replied.

Mike methodically checked that everything was in place and ready, then pressed a button to signal that the chamber was ready for the next passenger. He smiled broadly when Amy was escorted in, wearing the standard issue white gown that all passengers wore between the changing room and the stasis chamber. On almost anyone else the shapeless garment would have been considered unflattering, but on Amy there was enough hint of what the gown was hiding that made it alluring. Considering that thought, he decided that perhaps his keen interest had more to do with the knowledge she was about to remove it, and that he already knew what she would be wearing underneath.

Doctor McAllister, the escorting officer greeted him. May I introduce you to Amy Barden? Having made the introduction, the escort officer left the room to return for her next passenger.

We met at the Gala Amy said with a grateful smile as Mike stepped forward, offering her his hand to shake.

Welcome aboard, Amy, Mike greeted her, working hard to keep his eyes from exploring her body, remaining focussed on her pale blue eyes instead.

Thank you, it’s very nice of you to do this for me.

Not at all. It’s part of the service, he replied. "I don’t want to be all business, but unfortunately our tight schedule forbids us from spending too much time with each passenger. Though having said that, I am able to stretch things just a little in the interests of your comfort. You’ve had the procedure explained to you, I hope?"

"I understand Doctor McAllister and yes, it’s all been explained.

Please, call me Mike. As I said, I can stretch things just a little bit. He moved over to the stasis pod. The hatch was open, and he invited Amy over to take a look, giving her a personal rundown of what to expect and each step of the process.

When you’re ready, Amy, please remove your robe and place it in the hamper, and then it’s time to climb inside. Mike moved aside and tried not to make it obvious how much he was going to enjoy watching her disrobing. The moment the robe started to move though, he couldn’t help himself; he was all eyes, admiring the luscious curves of her body revealed in the white stasis suit. Its shape was like a conservative one-piece bathing suit that extended short of mid-thigh down the leg and rose to a collar around the neck. However, the material was so thin and fit so snugly that it was like a second skin. It looked flattering on passengers who were weightier than the norm, and spectacular on those as well put together as Amy. Mike drank it all in and recorded with his ocular how good she looked, noting the shape of her nipples, which were clearly hard. He couldn’t make out their colour, just an impression of their shape and the fact that they were pressing hard against the fabric. It was enough to have him turning away awkwardly to hide a burgeoning erection.

Mike assisted Amy as she climbed over the lip of the pod’s bottom shell, about two feet off the floor and stepped into the pod before laying down inside on the pod’s suspension bed..

Here we are then; any last questions? he asked reassuringly. He held her gaze as she considered and then clearly dismissed those that crossed her mind. He gave her his most reassuring smile and pressed the button to close the pod.

The capsule’s lid lowered noiselessly into place, sealing Amy in. An opaque gas quietly filled the enclosed space, and Mike continued to try and project a calm, restful demeanour as a slight hint of fear took hold of Amy’s face. It was fleeting however as the gas sent her quickly into stasis. The gas cleared, and Mike took a few moments to again admire the body of the beautiful woman within the pod, especially the way the stasis suit clung to her.. As he stared at her crotch, he could almost imagine seeing the outline of her lips, but it was only his imagination.

A tone sounded, alerting him to the next passenger coming through and so he reluctantly sent Amy on her way, taking careful note of where she would be lodged for the duration of the journey.

The same escort officer asked if he was ready for the next passenger and Mike confirmed that he was.

Mr. McAllister, I’d like to introduce you to Karen Liu, she said before bidding Karen good bye.

"Hello Mr. McAllister, it’s very, very kind of you to do this for me," Karen said, taking his hand.

We like to provide the best possible service, he replied with a smile.

Well, I thought it was lovely of you to offer to do this for Amy given how nervous she was, but I’m surprised that you actually went through with it.

It helps when a passenger is appreciative, so thank you for your kind words, Mike responded. Now, I must apologise, but time is very limited so we’ll have to move things along. You’re okay with how the process works?

I am indeed, Karen replied, already slipping the robe from her shoulders. Mike’s gaze slipped down her body and fortunately for him, she too was looking down at how well the suit fitted her.

I must say, these stasis suits are very flattering, aren’t they? she commented, turning and looking over her shoulder at her butt, deliberately showing it to him as well. She was shorter and slimmer than Amy, with much smaller breasts, but she was still gorgeous. The thing that grabbed his attention when she turned back around was how pronounced her mound was. He tore his gaze away from it.

Um, they certainly are, though I think in your case the suit serves only to enhance an already beautiful specimen.

Oh, aren’t you the charmer? she replied with a grin. Are you sure there’s no time to delay? she ran a finger seductively across her bottom lip, the moisture from her mouth causing it to glisten.

God, um, yes, sadly, he replied, blushing.

Such a shame, she replied and stepped in close to him. Thank you again for such personal service; maybe you’ll be around to help me at the other end when we’ll have two months on our hands. She stepped up on tip-toes and gave him a peck on the cheek, one hand resting lightly on his forearm before she climbed into the pod with his assistance.

I’ll be sure of it,’ he replied. Sweet dreams."

Dirty ones, I hope, the Asian seductress replied with a wink as he pressed the button and the pod sealed around her. As gas filled the capsule, Karen licked her lips at him with a saucy wink just before descending into stasis.

He worked quickly through the next three passengers, wondering where that offer had been the night of the Gala. Then John returned, and he left to return to his own duties and musings.

It took two full days to process all the passengers into stasis, and then the ship was ready to depart. Mike joined the crew on the bridge for departure until they had left Old Earth’s gravity well and were ready to set the ship to auto-pilot for the ninety-two-year journey to Entarch.

Once the ship was cruising, Mike put the crew into stasis one by one, until only he and the captain remained.

Look after us, Mike, the captain said to him, his words arriving faintly as he lay in his sealed pod waiting for the gas. You’ve got a month to triple check all the stasis systems, then get your own head down and we’ll see you in ninety-two years.

Yes Sir.

And make sure you program some of the good stuff in for me.

You know I will, Mike laughed. He pushed the button and the captain dropped into stasis, leaving Mike as the last person awake on the ship. He returned to his office and ensured that the captain would enjoy some entertaining dreams during the journey. It was something that had been discovered assisted passengers with the adjustment of leaping so far into the future and then it sinking in that the family and friends they’d left behind were dead and gone forever. Each passenger received dream input that extrapolated on their own life experiences, and provided them with some pleasant new memories when they awoke.

Not long after the system had been invented, someone had of course found a way to implant dreams of a sexual nature. It was fairly common for crew members to request something a bit special. The company overlooked the questionable practice because it helped keep their crews engaged and happy.

Mike spent the first week diligently checking each of the five thousand stasis systems to ensure that it was working properly. In his spare time, he’d find himself wandering the ship. One of his favourite pastimes was walking through the stasis halls and checking out the female passengers, playing his yes I would, no I wouldn’t game. By the end of the first week he’d established a circuit that took him past the most attractive women on board. Each time, he finished by staring at the motionless body of Amy Barden. He would stand next to her capsule and imagine just how good it would be to be able to remove the stasis-suit and gaze on her naked body. Once he even programmed an erotic dream for her and then went to watch her body, wondering if there’d be any visible reaction.

He had to hide his tracks in the computer system, and even looped in some blank camera footage so it wouldn’t be obvious at the end of the journey that he’d spent so much time admiring her. As she dreamed and he watched, he saw her nipples press against the stasis-suit and wished desperately that he could just reach in and run a hand over her. Just lightly enough to feel how aroused they might be.

By the end of the second week, Mike had masturbated regularly to his little store of captured images, often climaxing with Amy’s cleavage displayed on his ocular.

By the end of the third week he was plotting something he’d never before attempted. He spent a long time with the ship’s computer, programming certain events to happen after he sent himself into stasis. The day before he was due to do so, he walked down to the stasis bays and completed his circuit, trying to think of something different he might do with each attractive woman he passed.

Finally, he reached Amy’s capsule and came to stand beside it. Knowing there was no camera recording his movements, he stripped out of his pants and stood beside her, masturbating. In his mind he pictured the things he’d like to do with her, and when he reached the point of no return, ejaculated onto her pod. He watched as his seed ran down the side of the capsule and felt a brief moment of embarrassment about what he’d done. Then he cleaned everything up and headed for his cabin.

On the final day he did one final circuit before slipping into his own capsule and sealing himself in. His last memory was of the gas obscuring his view of the stasis bay, as he hoped the events he’d programmed would work.

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Mike awakened slowly, his throat dry, his joints slow to respond. Coming out of stasis wasn’t something you wanted to rush through. He made sure he wasn’t going to be sleep-sick before he cautiously edged his way out of the pod.

He booted up his internal system and brought up the date on his ocular display. They were thirty-seven years from their destination. Perfect, he thought to himself. He walked from the stasis bay to his cabin slowly as if on eggshells, letting his body readjust to the need to function. He showered and changed, then headed for the mess hall, selecting the best steak his crew status would allow. Then he sat and ruminated, staring about the empty space, the utter silence strangely comforting to him.

He wandered the halls of the ship for an hour, then went and found a pool. There were a number of them about the ship, and he chose his favourite which was suspended over space on one side of the ship, so that as you swam, if you looked down into the water you could see out into space beyond the pool’s bottom.

After exercising he toured the stasis bays, reacquainting himself with his harem of potential lovers. As he had done previously, he ended his tour at Amy Barden’s pod. He remembered masturbating over her capsule. He should have been as embarrassed as he’d been right after he’d done that, but he wasn’t. It excited him. It excited him enough that he pulled his cock out of his pants and stood watching her as he stroked himself again, sliding the skin of his cock over the rapidly hardening shaft within.

Mike imagined peeling off the second-skin-like stasis suit to find her nipples hard and aroused, her pussy wet. In his mind it was clean-shaven with fat, puffy labia. He tightened his grip on his cock as it twitched at the thought. As his excitement built, he moved so he was adjacent to her head, and at the moment of climax he spurted his seed so that it splattered the pod’s glass as if she would have received a facial had it not been there.

He cleaned up and returned to his cabin, plotting an exciting future.

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Mike logged out of the computer, confident that no traces of his interference could be detected. His heart raced at the prospect of what was to come. He slept fitfully, barely ate, and spent hours simply pacing the halls of the ship.

When the alarm sounded it scared the shit out of him, even though he’d been expecting it. Hell, he was the one who’d caused it to go off! He strode purposefully to the enlivening rooms, the little red dot flashing in his ocular giving urgency to his walk.

He arrived in the correct room just as a pod slidinto the room. Diagnostics were being displayed on the monitor wall behind the pod, and he studied them as the seal was released and gas escaped with a hiss. Amy lay within, slowly beginning to stir. He waited patiently, knowing how disorientating the experience could be, especially for a first-timer.

After a seeming age, her eyes fluttered open and came to focus on him.

Did something go wrong? Amy asked, her voice husky and strained from lack of use. Why is there an alarm? Did it not work?

It worked just fine, Mike assured her, happy to see the relief flood her face. You’re now fifty-five years older than when you went in.

Only fifty-five? she asked, still struggling with the after effects of stasis.

"Yes, you’ve come up early, but you’re just fine. The systems pulled me from stasis to rectify whatever it is that’s