Behind Closed Doors

By Cole Braddock

A matter teleporter accident strands Stephanie and her team in another world, where old-fashioned prudishness and rampant sexism is the rule of the day.
Stephanie must navigate a bizarre world where they have replaced copies of themselves, while trying to find a way home.
An exploring what goes on Behind Closed Doors.
The fifth 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: Aug 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215797747

Book preview

1

Personal Log SM: 656 EF 05-09. Haunted Space continues to unfold in strange, though still exciting ways. After a week of real vacation this time, the Heavy Cruiser Boston has shifted up and over, investigating some strange signals that the locals claim are either natural disturbances in space/time, or proof of the dark gods that tore down a section of the galaxy a thousand years ago and cast this region into the barbarism that it is only now starting to emerge from are still sitting out there playing their games on unwary travelers.

Having seen no sign of higher powers, I’m assuming natural phenomena that can be easily explained, once you carve away all the detritus of superstitions.

Commander Stephanie Machesky enjoyed the job of First Explorer, especially on a ship like the Rovell Electorate Heavy Cruiser Boston, filled with bright, witty, interesting people intent on being professionals as they explored some of the stranger corners of the galaxy.

That included Haunted Space, which really hadn’t shown them any ghosts yet.

Today, however, Stephanie was working on crew morale. That was also the job of First Explorer.

Usually, that meant other crew members, but she had to remember to put herself on the list.

In this case, self-care day took the form of sitting on Dalton Zhao’s face and wriggling as the woman tongue-fucked her. Then went back to her clitoris, wrapping those luscious lips around it and sucking just the right amount to elicit squeals and groans from Stephanie’s mouth.

Stephanie might have levitated right off the bed, but Dalton’s strong arms were holding her down. Grinding Stephanie’s pussy against Dalton’s face. Fuck, that felt amazing.

Stephanie leaned back far enough to circle one of Dalton’s nipples with a finger, feeling it stand up like a flagpole under her ministrations.

Dalton wasn’t built like a fashion model or an athlete. Didn’t have Stephanie’s curves. Instead, she had heavy breasts that laid flat when she was on her back. Wide hips that only pinched in a little at the waist. Dalton had compared herself to a farmer’s wife, but if that was the case, then the farmer had been sharp enough to marry the smartest woman he might ever meet.

Both hands went back now and found nipples. Dalton liked hers teased, unlike Stephanie, who pulled hers when she got this aroused.

But if she even touched her own nipple at this point, she’d simply explode all over Dalton, and Stephanie wanted to enjoy this.

So, she leaned back more, letting her back flex and her flat tummy stretch and hold her up. Not a six-pack there, but toned and firm. And limber enough to let her limbo like this.

She got a hand back to Dalton’s pubic hair. Stephanie kept hers cropped in a two-inch-wide stripe, while Dalton’s was a wide, black triangle of thatch Stephanie could run her fingers through.

Stephanie pulled herself back upright as Dalton began to moan, tickling her pussy with the vibrations.

Like that, do you? Stephanie teased.

Dalton sucked extra on her clit in response.

Stephanie leapt into the air, in spite of the larger woman’s weight.

Here, let me try something, Stephanie gasped, standing now and hoping she wasn’t about to drip on Dalton’s face.

Her throbbing pussy was certainly wet enough.

She turned around and knelt again, sixty-nine now where the scent of Dalton’s musk got into Stephanie’s brain and rewired things.

She pulled the woman’s leg apart and just enjoyed the eruption of scent.

Stephanie’s skin was pale. Dalton’s was that dark, seventy-five percent chocolate that made Stephanie want to lick everywhere to see if the color might fade if she worked at it for several hours.

Bright pink pussy lips opened as Stephanie bent over and started to kiss them. Softly at first. Little kisses like a butterfly landing. Like the tattoo on Stephanie’s hip that reminded her to always be turning herself into a better version of who she was know.

Today, that meant kissing those other lips and tasting Boston’s First Lieutenant. And tasting. And tasting. Licking. Stroking. Penetrating.

Dalton had gone back to work on Stephanie’s clit, bringing her right back to the edge. Then the other woman had lost her ability to focus as Stephanie thrust her tongue into that honey jar and began lapping up all the flavor that was coming out.

Gods, she tasted so sweet. Not even tart apple today. Honey vinegar with some molasses thrown in. Stephanie couldn’t get enough of it, so she licked as hard and deep as she could.

Dalton was still sucking on Stephanie’s labia, but the woman began to hum now. That was too much. Stephanie slipped a finger into Dalton’s ass.

They both started to grind and writhe, moaning as it built.

Finally, Dalton screamed, the sound muffled by Stephanie’s clit, but echoing into her soul and down through her mouth.

Stephanie held on as her own orgasms got into rhythm with Dalton’s. She lost count as the room when gray. Her throat felt raw, but that was having to lean back and howl her pleasure off the walls, in the same way that Dalton had stopped licking her pussy to scream.

Stephanie left the finger in Dalton’s ass and let that woman’s rocking keep her own orgasms going. Hell, just breathing on her clit was making Stephanie cum right now.

Eventually, she collapsed. Something. There was wriggling around, and she found Dalton wrapped around her from behind, both of them still nude and shivering. It was too damned bright in here.

You didn’t break anything, did you? a voice intruded, when all Stephanie really wanted was to go to sleep for a while.

Then the owner of the voice registered. Commander Enzo Wakeman. Boston’s Chief Engineer.

Stephanie opened her eyes to see the man standing just inside the hatch to her quarters. He had an average cock, but it was hard and outlined as it went down his left pantleg.

She grinned at the man.

If I did, I happened to have the First Lieutenant handy to fix it, Stephanie replied saucily.

Nobody answered when I knocked, he said, voice a little husky. So I opened the hatch to check on you.

As hard as that cock was,