Dreamers

By Cole Braddock

A ghost ship with an impossible captain kidnaps Stephanie, then flees into the darkness. Can she solve the mystery of this Flying Dutchman before they vanish forever?

The fourth book of the erotic voyages of the Rovell Electorate Cruiser Boston.

Their mission: Explore the realm known as Haunted Space, seeking new worlds, new civilizations, and new people to get naked and sweaty with.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knotted Road Press
• Release date: Jan 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215694145

Book preview

1

Personal Log SM: 656 EF 04-17. Haunted Space has been worth the effort and the risk, but Captain Kelenov has determined that the crew needs a little down time. I agree.

We are currently sailing towards the planet Allenaska, a beach/border town sort of place where the Tretorian Stars nation have a thin connection to the edge of Haunted Space, like a long, flaccid penis dangling on a nude beach.

Generally Human, wedged between the Heavenly Imperium of Kui on one side and the Iputon Stellar Authority. Friendly to the Rovell Electorate, if neutral at the present time. Few peoples have any modern claims on Haunted Space, but many would probably prefer if the Electorate didn’t wander in and explore. Still, that is our mission.

For now, however, a little downtime for everyone is exactly what the crew needs.

Commander Stephanie Machesky was in charge of crew integration. First Explorer. Second-in-Command to Captain Kelenov.

Today, that meant she logged in before entering the booth so she got her credit for time served. Crew integration meant taking care of her people. All of their needs: social, emotional, and sexual.

Nobody on the ship was shy, per se, but most were less extroverted that Stephanie. And not everyone would walk up and proposition her during a meal or recreation break.

Thus, the glory hole. You weren’t supposed to chat before or after, but it happened. Generally, it was a way for a crew member to get a blowjob without necessarily having to ask a particular person.

Of course, anyone could check the roster and see who was scheduled, if they were shy. Or wanted to do someone new.

Today, Stephanie was filling in. Specialist (Costumer) Grace Veillon had come down with something and was on sick report. Rather than order someone else to rotate in, Stephanie had decided to throw herself on whatever long, hard, veiny cock needed to be subdued.

Honestly, the sacrifices she made in the name of good crew morale.

Her booth didn’t connect with the other side, save at the hole. Stephanie stripped herself nude and settled. It wasn’t necessary on her part, but a good cock in her mouth always made her horny, so being able to rub and tug on her own bits without a uniform in the way was just good planning.

She slid open the panel covering the glory hole and awaited her first customer. Didn’t take long. Someone had obviously had needs, because a hard cock slipped into her space quickly.

Stephanie leaned over and kissed the tip to say hello. Not a long member, but a good six inches erect. Thick enough around that she might not touch fingertips wrapping it in her hand. Nice mushroom that would stroke her all the way around inside if she had bent over and presented her bottom for penetration.

Maybe another time. Maybe she’d check back on the crew roster, because it wasn’t a cock she knew on sight. Stephanie hadn’t fucked every male on the crew. Not yet, anyway. As First Explorer, she was getting there, and not just from the professional commitment to her job.

She opened her mouth and took the head in, licking and sucking. He had been hard waiting for her, possibly stroking to get ready, because the slit had a drop of pre-cum that her a hint of salty sweetness that flipped a switch in her head.

He started to rock his hips forward and back, slowly fucking her mouth as she held still, so Stephanie reached up to cup his balls. Felt heavy, like maybe he needed to try to drown her with cum.

She had already been wet when she sat down, now she felt the faucet turn on. Good thing she was ambidextrous, as she started rubbing her clit in rhythm with the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Warm, both in her mouth and where her fingers started running back and forth through her labia, touching the opening to her vagina but not penetrating. Not yet. She let the base of her palm grind against her clit as she started bobbing faster on his cock.

That seemed to be a good thing, because he stopped moving and held perfectly still. Stephanie leaned in and sword-swallowed him, touching her lips to skin because he’d clean-shaven everything down there as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

She heard a groan of surprised pleasure as she held her breath and let her tongue and throat engulf him. A moment later, she backed off as far as his head, speeding up with her other hand, starting to penetrate herself.

Her right hand came up and got a good hold on his flesh, stroking his cock while she sucked on his tip. She could feel the man’s whole body start to tense and quiver under her ministrations, then rock ever so slightly in rhythm with her hand.

Both of both her hands, as she slipped a second finger inside herself to join the first, tapping in the inside at that first sensitive spot a man always rubbed when he bent her over and took her from behind. Good thing the seat in here was water-proof, or she’d leave one hell of a stain.

His cock started to swell and thicken as she pumped it. He was back to fucking her mouth, even as she fucked herself.

His breath caught, stopped entirely. She was on the verge herself, and sped up more.

He cried out and a burst of cum flooded her mouth. Stephanie would have liked to cry out as well, but he thrust and it was all she could do to swallow, while her own orgasm began to wrack her.

More cum in rhythmic bursts. A third. A fourth.

She had a second orgasm. Or maybe this one peaked a second time. Thinking was as hard as this lovely cock in her mouth, so she concentrated on all the pleasure to be had.

A fifth spasm didn’t add any more liquid, so she might have drained him dry. He held for a moment, then jerked backwards because his cock was probably so sensitive. Most men were, and she’d kept sucking like a hungry calf.

Without a cock to hold, she reached down and pinched a nipple. Third peak. Third something. Three fingers inside her, mashing and grinding.

Fourth peak.