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  Varik laughed again and pushed her head down, thrust his cock between her lips and began pumping her.

  She moaned again, loudly, her eyes fluttering shut as she ran her tongue over his exquisitely satiny, hot flesh. She sucked at him, squirming as she felt spasms tickle the flesh between her legs. She groaned and pulled at the ropes binding her to the headboard.

  He groaned as well, a deep sound of intense pleasure. “Yes ... very good...” he growled. “Suck a little, ah ... yes..."

  He felt her tremble, a sharp burst of chill and fire within her.

  She swirled her tongue over his flesh, sucking at it and scraping her teeth along him as he pushed in and out, grunting, pulling her hair.

  Morgen gasped, feeling herself coming again as he yanked and forced her to suck him. She gurgled and moaned loudly, stiffening as explosions of lightning and fire wracked her trembling body.

  Varik grunted and with a supreme effort, pushed Morgen away from him, falling back on the bed. He spread her legs as she continued to spasm. “Ahh...” he growled, “good ... yes ... come for me a little more, Morgen..."

  She forced her eyes open to see him on his knees between her legs, grinning demonically as she twitched and stiffened again. He took her by the hips and lifted her up a little. Varik licked her, slowly and thoroughly, cleaning every drop of juice from her quivering pink folds. The soft, slow scrape of his tongue was enough to make Morgen gasp raggedly and moan as another deep, consuming orgasm enveloped her. She whimpered, watching him bend to kiss, then suck her clit. Morgen trembled, tears coursing down her cheeks as she lost herself in yet another climax. Her body arced up, shaking as he sucked hard, then licked the fresh liquid that flowed out of her. He dipped his tongue into her body, feeling her spasms as he did so.

  "Mmmm...” he breathed against her flesh, “that's it, my love ... again..."

  And she did yet again, merely at the sound of his rich, seductive whispers. She screamed hoarsely, struggling against the ropes, her body sheathed in sweat, arching and trembling.

  Varik raised his head, smiling as he watched her. “Lovely...” he purred, and slid up her body to kiss her quivering lips, as his cock probed the over-sensitized and pulsing softness he'd just licked clean.

  Morgen moaned. “Yes...” she managed, her voice rough, almost pained, but thick with passion, “please, Varik, now..."

  He kissed her again and with a fierce thrust, shoved himself into her tender body to the hilt. Morgen hissed sharply and he snickered nastily in her ear.

  Morgen tensed, trembled and moaned, her hips pushing up to meet his. “Oooohhhh ... Yes..."

  He began to thrust, hard and steadily as she matched his movements with her own. She strained at her bonds, groaning when he kissed her and bit at her ear. He pounded into her as she met each thrust, grunting as he moved faster. Her body shuddered with each impact.

  Morgen panted and squirmed, feeling herself coming again as he relentlessly hammered into her. She screamed.

  Varik vaguely heard Morgen screaming, but he felt the spasm of her body as it squeezed him and she trembled deep within. He grunted and slammed into her harder and faster, finally exploding deep inside her with a loud groan.

  Morgen whimpered and he collapsed atop her, burying his face in her neck, kissing and nuzzling her as she continued to tremble for a while.

  Finally, Morgen said weakly, “Varik..."

  He lifted his head a little. “Yes."

  "You're right."

  He smiled a little. “Of course I am."

  "Now what?"

  He kissed her. “I take you home."

  Morgen sighed as her body relaxed. “Where's home?"

  "You'll see."

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  THE ADVENTURES OF TAMARA SABLE

  LOST CARGO

  "Well, it's like this...” Tamara Sable started to say as she brushed a stray strand of hair out of her jewel-like deep blue eyes.

  Barrac Yarin glared at her, frowning, while she explained why the shipment he had paid for never made it to the destination. He grumbled as she mentioned the Directorate's confiscating his cargo.

  "I was lucky they didn't arrest me or take my ship.” Tamara said, sipping her coffee. When she noticed Barrac's dark expression, she sighed. “Look, Barrac. I've run cargo for you dozens of times. This has never happened before. You knew it was bound to happen one day. Let's just count ourselves lucky Gaston is Director now instead of Asher. If it had been Asher, I doubt you or I would be around to bitch about it."

  Still grumbling, Barrac considered the lovely young woman seated in front of his desk. He had known Tamara Sable two years. She was excellent, with a pristine reputation and very highly sought after in the ‘business'. She was also a well-known ex-performer at Vendalli's infamous ‘Club Sorcery'. He was grumpy, having just got off the comm with his customer, who was pissed at him and threatening to come to Aquila to wring his neck personally. Tamara's arrival and news didn't do much to improve his demeanor.

  Even the soft black leather jacket, tight black denims and the thin, stretchy shimmery black and silver lace top she wore didn't help. She bit her lip thoughtfully and took off her jacket.

  "I can give you your money back, of course,” she said easily. “But to make up for the lost cargo, well..."

  Barrac offered her a thin smile. The ambient light bounced off the silver filaments woven through the remarkable lace tank top as it stretched over her rather attractive breasts. He could see the outline of her cleavage and the shadows of her nipples beneath it. His smile deepened a bit, watching them rise and fall with her breath. “Maybe there is something you can do for me,” he said after a moment, bringing his eyes to her face. “To make up for the lost cargo."

  Tamara tilted her head to the side, a conspiratorial smile curving her lips. She leaned forward, resting an elbow on the edge of the desk, offering Barrac a tempting view of her considerable cleavage. “I think I know what you've got in mind,” she purred.

  Barrac smiled a bit more. “Come over here.” he said, gesturing with one hand as Tamara got up.

  The door to the office emitted a soft tone and a light on the doorlock flashed red. Tamara glanced at it as she came around the desk and slid into Barrac's lap. “So we won't be disturbed?” she asked, a soft giggle in her voice.

  Barrac's arm went around her back, wetting his lips with his tongue as he was given a close-up view of the soft depths of her cleavage. “Mmm hmm,” he muttered, looking down. He dipped his head and pushed his tongue down between her breasts, drawing it slowly out as she shivered in appreciation. He kissed the swelling rise of her left breast, then looked up at her. She was already flushed with pleasure and he grinned. “Like that, huh?"

  Tamara grinned back at him. “Yeah.” She ran her fingers through his short cropped blonde hair, kissing his forehead, and nibbling his ear, sucking the earlobe, silver stud and all, into her mouth a moment. He groaned. She let him go. “Why did we never do this before?” she asked, running her finger over his cheek and across his full lips to the short blonde spade beard he wore on his chin. She licked his lips, pulling away before he could draw her into a kiss.

  Barrac growled. “Because I am a good businessman and never fuck my employees.” He moved his hand up, under her lace top, over her smooth back and around to cup her breast as he pushed his other hand under the top, over her stomach, to cup the second. She moaned softly. “Until now."

  Tamara laughed in his ear as she suckled his earlobe, this one adorned with a platinum hoop and a sapphire stud. “I like your earrings” she murmured. “Well, consider this part of our business deal.” She licked his ear and kissed his cheek. “I'm a freelancer anyway, so it's not like I'm a full-time employee or anything."

  Barrac laughed. “Hey, that's right!"

  Tamara laughed along with him, making her breasts jiggle in his hands.

  He smiled at her.

  "That's nice,” he breathed, watching them. “It's certainly not li
ke I haven't wanted to do this since the day you signed on with me."

  He licked his lips again and bent to kiss and suckle the exposed skin swelling from the top of her neckline.

  She moaned softly, squirming in his lap.

  He continued to kiss and suck on her skin as he squeezed and rubbed her breasts, the stretchy fabric of her top pulling taut as he engulfed her breasts with his hands. He eased the top's neckline over her nipples, now erect and hard under his fingers, then over the swelling globes of her full, soft breasts, until they were completely exposed to his gaze.

  "Mmm.” he mumbled, running his hands over them. “Gorgeous.” He grinned, lowering his head to one nipple and began to suck it.

  Tamara moaned, arching her back, pressing her breasts to his face. Her hands closed around his head, weaving through his hair, and unfastened the leather thong holding the noble's ponytail at the back of his head. She ran her fingers through the silky length of curly blonde hair that fell down the back of his neck. She groaned softly as he nipped at her skin with sharp teeth, kissed his way down one breast and up the other as she leaned around and nuzzled his neck, running her tongue up his skin as her hands played in his hair. She nuzzled his ear again, squirming as he sucked her nipple hard, kneading the large globes of flesh in his hands.

  "Ancestors...” Barrac said. “Your tits are every bit as nice as they look on holo."

  Tamara laughed again. “I didn't know those made it all the way out here to the outlands."

  Barrac laughed and looked up at her. “Shit yeah. Your calendar sells really well in the backwaters of this place. And the holo shoots you did for that Mason guy."

  Tamara grinned, pushing her hand between Barrac's legs. She giggled as she felt the hard bulge in the front of his denims. “I think we need to adjust our positions a bit, don't you?” She unfastened his belt and quickly undid his pants.

  Barrac chuckled again. “Oh yeah.” He leaned back in his chair and let Tamara do all the work. She reached into his pants and wrapped her hand around the hard length of his cock, smiling as she pulled it out and ran her thumb over the head. “Mmm.” she said, echoing him, “Nice."

  Barrac tugged at the waistband of her pants.

  Tamara unfastened and shoved them to the floor with one hand, the other slowly moving up and down the stiff length of his manhood. She licked her lips as she watched herself, stepping out of her denims at the same time. She wore a thin silver thong of a shiny fabric that clung to her crotch in a very wet fashion.

  He poked a hand into the side of her panties, feeling the silken flesh of her pussy, wet, swollen and very hot. He grinned, making a quick gesture with that hand. The straps holding the fabric on her body vanished and the fabric fell to the floor.

  "You must be a telekenetic.” she said with a giggle.

  Barrac grinned at her. “Specialist. It comes in handy sometimes.” He rubbed at her now exposed dewy flesh with long, thick fingers.

  She moaned, rubbing herself against him.

  He gave a deep sigh of pleasure as she continued to stroke him, slowly, rubbing the beads of wetness that appeared on the tip of his cock down the fleshy sides of his rock-hard member and over again. He watched his fingers slide and explore the darkening pink folds of her swelling pussy and the small red nub of her clit.

  She grew wetter as he did this, moaning louder with each caress. He rolled her clit around in his fingers, playing and twiddling with it until she had to lean against the desk for support. He grinned as she shuddered and came, quickly, screaming in pleasure. A fresh tide of hot juices covered his hand. He laughed, watching her, amazed at the hardness of her orgasm and the way she continued to stroke him even though her body trembled with the power of her own intense pleasure.

  When she subsided, he removed his hand and said, “Come up here.” He patted his lap.

  Tamara tried to catch her breath and straddled Barrac on his office chair. She slid down on top of his cock and he groaned as he felt himself slide deep into her tight, hot body. Tamara groaned with him, her head falling back, wine-dark hair spilling down her back as she pushed herself to his hilt, feeling him fill her pussy, poking deep into her. “You're so fucking hard...” she breathed, squirming a little. “I love being full of cock, especially one as hard as yours."

  Barrac moaned, grinning at her. “You're nice and tight. I didn't expect that from someone with as much experience as you have."

  Tamara moved slowly move up and then down on top of him. “I exercise,” she managed, then demonstrated by squeezing him with her vaginal muscles. His eyes widened and he gasped, groaning. “Shit!"

  "Oh yeah.” Tamara breathed, moving a bit faster, appreciating the groan that came from him as she did so. She leaned down and kissed him, opening his lips with hers and sucking his tongue. He groaned again, bucking his hips under her, moving faster.

  They were going faster, Tamara slammed herself down on his cock, kissing him as he squeezed and pulled on her breasts and nipples. Their groaning and the sound of the chair's springs protesting the force of their fucking filling the room.

  There was a noise at the door to the office. The door chime sounded but neither of them heard it, then a pounding on the door. The door slid open following the protesting sound of electronics being abused. A very pissed off looking Kalderan man stormed into the office and stopped short as he took in the scene behind the desk.

  "Yarin!"

  Tamara squealed, Barrac grunted, attempting to jump up, dumping Tamara on the floor under the desk. Barrac stopped himself in time and sat back down quickly, trying to adjust his clothing under the table.

  "What the hell?!” Barrac yelled, “How did you get in here, “Ranon?"

  "I broke your flimsy doorlock.” Ranon snapped. “Looks like you're not doing anything at all to locate my shipment."

  "Aw hell, Tor.” Barrac grumbled, noting the door had closed, at least. “I was. That's ... uh...” he flushed.

  Tamara had stopped him from fastening his pants and was now engulfing his still-hard cock with her mouth, sucking on him with abandon.

  He groaned.

  "Yeah?” Tor snapped, figuring full well what was going on under the table. “Yeah?"

  "That's ... Tam Sable."

  Tor's eyebrows went up. “A girl?"

  "Yeah.” Barrac groaned, trying to stay focused on Tor, even though Tamara's expert lips and tongue were bringing him very close to the edge. “We were, uh ... working out recompense..."

  Tor heard the slurping under the desk. His own member was hardening as he stood there. “Recompense, you say?” he said evenly, stepping closer to the desk. “She any good?"

  Barrac smiled dreamily. “Oh yeah..."

  Tamara had plunged several fingers into her pussy as she sucked Barrac off, moaning as she brought herself to orgasm again.

  Barrac grunted, moaning as he came in Tamara's mouth. Tamara gasped and swallowed, coming herself just then.

  Tor heard her and dropped heavily into a chair, rubbing the front of his pants, breathing a little harder than normal.

  Tamara finally poked her head out from under the table.

  "Tor wants the same deal.” Barrac said as she looked up at him, licking come off her lips with a grin.

  "Tor Ranon, right?” Tamara breathed, looking over her shoulder at the man slumped in the chair. He stared at her intently.

  "Yeah,” Ranon said, “but not until I see what you actually look like. Stand up."

  Tamara smiled and stood up, stretching luxuriously for his benefit.

  Tor's eyes widened and he smiled slowly.

  "Damn,” he muttered. “Very nice."

  Tamara looked over at him. “So, is it a deal?” she asked, “My compensation for losing your shipment?"

  "Come here."

  Tamara walked over to him.

  He ran a hand over her damp, hot body, caressing her full tits, smooth stomach, hips and thighs, rubbing the pink flesh between her legs. “I think so,” he said coolly. “You
can fuck me, then we'll see."

  Tamara leaned down and kissed him. “I think you'll be more than pleased,” she murmured, nuzzling his ear as he began to squeeze her tits. She slid into his lap, reaching down and rubbing the bulge in his pants. “I really want to get fucked, bad. We were nearly there when you interrupted us."

  Tor Ranon glanced at Barrac. “Well, maybe you need both of us then?"

  Barrac smiled a bit. “I think she has a bit more she owes me."

  Tamara was busy unfastening Tor's pants and reaching inside to find his cock, when Tor said, “Yeah, one fuck isn't going to pay my losses, you know."

  Tamara smiled sweetly. “Of course not. Fuck me as many times and ways as you want until you're completely satisfied."

  "Shit,” Tor murmured, grunting as she caressed his cock, “You're serious?"

  Tamara smiled at him. “I like your cock, nice and thick.” Tor grunted again, adjusting his position in the chair to give her better access. She straddled him, her bare butt on his knees, exposing her very wet and dripping pussy to his view.

  He plunged three thick fingers into her and began pumping hard. “Are you serious?” he repeated, “I am not gentle with my women."

  Tamara nodded, looking him in the face. “I'm quite serious. I'm very well educated in this area. Trust me. I know what I'm agreeing to."

  Barrac was nearly ready to blow it again from just watching and listening to them. He groaned, rubbing his cock.

  Tamara moaned, squirming, as Tor added the rest of his fingers and began stretching her to accommodate his hand. The squishing, slurping sound from her pussy got louder as Tamara's moans turned into cries and she squirmed, thrusting against Tor's hand.

  Tor stopped her, just before she came again and pushed her hand away from his thick, hard member.

  "No, you're not coming until I'm satisfied, little slut.” he said in a low, deep voice. He picked her up and bent her across the desk. He rammed into her from behind and slammed hard into her pussy.

  Tamara screamed, writhing and thrusting back against him as he pounded her.