The End.
Jade
Hunger had become a living thing inside her, consuming her thoughts and at her insides. Jade had left home 6 months ago on her nineteenth birthday after another fight with her stepdad. At first she'd had enough money to get by, but losing her job 3 months ago she couldn't afford anything. It had been almost 2 days since she had eaten. The pickings were already slim and lately she hadn't been able to find anything edible. She was starting to get headaches and the grumbling of her stomach had become a constant. As she walked down South St with all its bars and clubs, she got a little woozy. She sat down in the alley beside Clancey's bar and uselessly rubbed her stomach. Just then the side door to Clancey's opened and out came a tall blond man in jeans and a white tee. He shrugged into a black leather jacket, dug into the pockets, and brought out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. As he lit the cigarette, he looked down the alley and spotted Jade. He blew out a cloud of smoke and sauntered towards her.
"What's the matter, sugar?" he rasped.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"You waiting on someone?"
"No, I'm just sittin' here minding my own?"
"Is that a hint?"
Before she could answer, her stomach grumbled. She looked down in embarrassment.
"Hungry?" the man asked.
"Yeah. You wouldn't happen to have any food would you? Or some spare change?"
"No. No change. I could probably get you some food. Question is: what would I get in return?"
"The pleasure of knowing you saved a life?" Jade replied.
"Not enough."
"Well, what do you want?" Jade felt she would do just about anything for a meal right now.
As he looked her over, a smirk moved across face. His gaze lingered on her breasts and the juncture of her thighs.
"No. No way," Jade said to his unspoken reply.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not a hooker, that's why."
"Are you hungry or not?"
Just then her stomach grumbled again. His smirk spread to a grin.
"Sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do," he snickered.
Jade thought about her options. Which in actuality were few. She could continue this agonizing process of starving. Or for what would probably amount to five minutes, she could give her body to this man and stave off hunger for another day.
"Okay. I'll let you...you know for some food. But I know how to protect myself so no funny business. And we use condoms. And I get the food first. And..."
"Whoa. Slow down," he interrupted, "I'm not gonna kill you, I'm gonna fuck you. I got some condoms. But no food until after. You might run out on me."
"I won't, I swear. Besides, I don't know that I can last much longer."
"Okay fine. I'll give you a little food before and a little after. I want you to have a little energy for when we fuck."
Jade grimaced. "Okay. Where do we go?"
He pointed up. "My apartment is right over the bar. I got food and a bed. My name's Jack by the way. What's yours?"
"Jill."
He laughed as he crushed out his cigarette and started towards one of the doors on the side of the building. Jade nervously glanced up. She couldn't believe it. She was about to sell her body for a few scraps of food. Definitely a new low. As they made their way to his apartment, Jade contemplated her life on the streets and whether she could really go through with this. Then, they were walking into his apartment. He continued into a small kitchen.
"I'll fix you a sandwich. Then we'll get down to the good stuff."
He fixed her a simple ham sandwich. She sighed in ecstasy with her first bite. It was the best sandwich she'd ever had. Except it was gone almost as soon as he set it in front of her. And she was still hungry. She glanced at him wondering if he would fix her another sandwich.
"Uh huh. Nothing more until after I get a taste. Come on."
He grabbed her arm and led the way into his bedroom. It was small dominated by a king size bed with a bedside table and a lamp. Jade took in her surrounding anxiously, stalling the inevitable.
"Take off your clothes."
Jade cast her eyes down as she began to shed her clothes. She took off her beat up denim jacket, sweatshirt, and a baggy t-shirt. She hadn't bothered with a bra in months so her heavy breasts were bare. Her nipples budded in the cool air.
"Well well. Look what you were hiding under all that. Your tits are perfect. Just a little more than a handful."
He reached out and palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Jade turned her head away in revulsion as he bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. The rasp of his tongue sent shivers down her spine. His hands left her breasts and traversed down her abdomen to the button of her jeans. He snapped her jeans open and along with her panties pulled them down to her ankles.
"Take off your shoes."
Jade toed off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans and panties. She was completely exposed. He stared at her from her pert nipples to her cunt. Jack got down on knees and gazed at Jade's cunt. He reached out and ran his hand along the outer lips of her pussy and then parted them to see her slightly engorged clit peeking out from its hood. He thumbed her clit and Jade trembled. "Do you like that, Jill?"
Jade ignored him and closed her eyes to the sensations running through her body. Then she felt his mouth replace his thumb on her clit. He licked and sucked her clit, causing it to grow larger. Jade bit her lip to keep from crying out. Jack's fingers continued their exploration of her pussy, and then 2 fingers found their way inside her. His fingers stroked the inside of her cunt and his tongue worked her clit. Jade couldn't hold the moans in any longer and she felt her climax approaching. She out her hands on his shoulders as she shuddered through her climax. After her breathing returned to normal, Jack rose with her hands still on his shoulders and began to unbutton his jeans. Reaching inside he pulled out his cock and started stroking his already hard shaft. Jade stared in amazement at his cock. It was at least 9 inches long.
"Get down on your knees and start sucking."
She reluctantly got down on her knees. She touched the tip of her tongue to the head of his cock. She licked tentatively.
"Take it in your mouth. Use your hands."
She grabbed the base of his cock and closed her lips around him. She sucked gently, working halfway down. Hopefully, it wouldn't take much to make him cum. Impatient with her mild sucking, he cupped the back of her head with both his hands and forced his cock deeper into her mouth. He stroked his cock slowly at first, going faster and deeper with each thrust into her mouth. Soon he was fucking her face, gagging her with each thrust, his balls tapping against her chin. She held onto his hips for support, trying not to choke on his cock, waiting for it to be over.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock from her mouth.
"I don't want it to be over before it begins."
He pulled her up from her knees and led her to the bed. He pushed her on her back onto the bed, then laid his body on top of hers. He took his penis into his hand and guided himself to her cunt.
"Wait. Condom."
"You got something?"
"No, but..."
"Me neither."
And with that he thrust his long, hard cock into her tight pussy. They both groaned. His cock stretched her cunt to the limit. The pain and pleasure of it caused Jade to lose her breath.
"I decided I wanted to cum inside you."
He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in. His mouth and hands were all over her body as he fucked her faster. His hands on her breasts, is mouth on her neck. Then his hands were on her hips, tracing down her thighs to her knees. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders. His cock went deeper into her cunt. Jade gasped with the new sensation. Her skin was heated and flushed. Every time his cock arrowed inside her, it hit her cervix causing a pleasurable pain she had never experienced. She could feel another unwanted orgasm building and tried to stave it off. S
he did not want to get any more pleasure from this man. Then he brought a hand down to finger her clit and she burst. She moaned with her climax as he continued driving in and out of her cunt. He stiffened and Jade felt the warm spurt of his cum as he climaxed inside her. He collapsed on top of her, pinning her legs to her chest, his cock still buried in her pussy with his cum leaking out.
The End.
Quickfur
"Set a course to rendezvous with the starship Galaxy, Ensign Travis," ordered Lieutenant Haskell.
"Yes, Lieutenant," replied Ensign Travis.
He laid in his course settings and reported, "Course: two-two-seven point six, mark three."
"Make that two-two-seven point five," ordered the Lieutenant."
"That will take us awfully close to the star, Delta Vega," warned Travis.
"It will also shave nearly a day off our trip home," replied Haskell.
"But, Lieutenant, I don't think we should take that risk," Travis advised.
"May I remind you, Ensign James Travis, that you are the junior officer aboard this shuttlecraft?" scolded the Lieutenant.
"Yes, Ma'am!" came the reply. "Course: two-twenty seven point five, mark three," he reported.
"Engage."
"Aye, aye!"
The two Starfleet officers settled in for the tree day journey to the Galaxy. They had been assigned to make a detailed survey of habitable planets in this sector and report back to their captain with their findings. In nearly a week's worth of searching they only found one planet capable of sustaining life. They were tired and ready to go home.
Ensign James Travis, only six months out of the academy, had already made a name for himself piloting shuttlecraft and was well on his way to becoming chief helmsman on board the starship Galaxy.
Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell, a brash, young officer was the highest ranking second tier crew member aboard the Galaxy. Captain Rice often assigned her to take junior officers on training missions because of her leadership ability.
"Well, James," said Cheryl, "let's settle in and relax. We've got a long ride home."
"Yes, Ma'am. Three days," replied the Ensign.
"James, my name is Cheryl. We can speak informally until we get back to the Galaxy."
James always felt a little uneasy around Lt. Haskell. She was a strict officer who commanded respect from her juniors. She was also strikingly beautiful. She was tall and lean with shoulder length, dark brown hair which contrasted her green eyes. She always wore her Starfleet uniform buttoned up to the collar, even when she was off duty. It was a rare occasion when she showed her ample cleavage under her tight fitting clothes. Most of the male junior officers clamored to be assigned to her command. James usually felt awkward around women but he knew that his comrades envied his position. Every one of them would have given their eye teeth to be stuck in a shuttlecraft with her for ten days.
"I'm sorry, Lieutenant... I mean, Cheryl," stammered James, "it's force of habit."
"Well, during informal situations, officers may be permitted to speak on a first name basis."
"Thank you," smiled James.
The two of them sat back in their chairs and relaxed. James took out an electronic book and read silently while Cheryl put on a pair of earphones, leaned back and listened to some music. The shuttlecraft was on autopilot and only needed to be monitored occasionally to be sure it was on course. It would be a long, monotonous journey back to the starship.
A short time later, Cheryl put away her earphones and tapped James on the shoulder. "Why don't you go back to your bunk?" she said. "I'll take the first watch."
"You don't have to," replied the Ensign.
"Protocol," she answered. "You've been piloting the whole mission. You need some rest. You'll have to be sharp when we return to the Galaxy for docking.
James agreed. He headed aft to the bunks and turned in. Cheryl took a position at the helm and dimmed the cabin lights. She slouched down in her chair and stared at the forward view screen. It was the same featureless view of space she had been looking at for six days. "I just want to get home," she thought to herself. It wasn't long before her eyes fell shut and she slowly drifted off to sleep.
James was jolted awake by the sudden buffeting of the cabin. The entire ship rocked violently to starboard. He was almost shaken out of his bunk. He sprang to his feet and sprinted for the helm. "What's happening?" he shouted.
"I don't know, I fell asleep," answered Cheryl as she sprung to attention. The sound of the ship's alarm jarred her back to reality.
"Darn it!" shouted James. "It looks like some kind of flare from that star!" he exclaimed, wrestling for control of the ship.
"WARNING!" sounded the computer voice. "Stellar flare approaching!"
"Shields!" shouted the Ensign.
"Not responding!" replied the Lieutenant.
"Well, then, HOLD ON!" he said, "This could be rough!"
The flare overtook the tiny shuttle, shaking the crew violently and overloading the ship's computer systems. The engines failed then the entire cabin went dark.
"Damn it!" exclaimed James. "I knew we shouldn't have come this close!"
"I'm sorry!" replied Cheryl. "I just wanted to get home!"
"I shouldn't have listened," he growled. "Now we're dead in space!"
"I think I can bring some reserve power on line," said Cheryl.
"Mayday! Mayday!" James called into the emergency transmitter. "This is Ensign James Travis and Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell aboard the shuttlecraft Alpha... Mayday! Mayday!" he repeated. "We have been hit by a plasma flare from the star, Delta Vega. All major systems are off-line!"
"Ensign!" called Lt. Haskell. "Remember, there's a habitable planet in this star system!"
"Yes, I remember!" the Ensign replied. "The third. Right?" he asked. Lieutenant Haskell nodded in confirmation.
"Impulse engines are back on-line but only seventy percent power," reported the Lieutenant.
"Hold on!" he said. "I can bring her in but it's going to be a bumpy ride!"
They both fastened their safety restraints and braced themselves. The Ensign fought for control of the ship.
"This is Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell aboard the shuttlecraft Alpha," she spoke into the microphone. "We are making an emergency landing on the planet, Delta Vega Three. Please send rescue party immediately!" She ejected the locator beacon just as the ship began to enter the planet's atmosphere.
"Okay! We're going in!" reported the Ensign, "Brace for entry!"
Lt. Haskell braced herself, put her head down and said a silent prayer, hoping that Ens. Travis wouldn't notice. Ens. Travis strained to keep the ship under control. He, too, hoped his companion wouldn't notice him praying under his breath.
It only took a few minutes for the ship to reach the surface but it seemed like hours. It was a hard landing but Ens. Travis was able to bring the ship down safely. They both breathed a sigh of relief when the it finally skidded to a stop.
"Nice flying!" commended the Lieutenant.
"Thanks," he said, "but, with all due respect, Ma'am, would you please listen the next time I give advice?"
"Sorry!" she replied, "I just wanted to get back to the ship."
"Now, look where we are!" he shouted back.
"Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk!" she exclaimed, "Let's figure out a way to get off this planet... Ensign!"
"All engines and communication systems are down," reported Ensign Travis, "life support is on emergency backup."
"This planet supports life so we should be all right," Lieutenant Haskel said, "let's hope the Galaxy finds our emergency beacon."
"They'll come looking for us after we're more than twenty-four hours overdue," said Travis.
"We've got six day's rations left," Haskell said, "we should be able to hold out until they come for us."
The two sat in silence for a few moments while they collected their thoughts. "Any injuries?" asked the Lieutenant.
"None," he said. "You?"
"Just a scratch on the elbow," she replied.
"Break out the med kit and patch it up," said Travis, "then, let's rest up before we go explore the planet."
"I'm not going out there!" exclaimed Haskell.
"Well, excuse me, LIEUTENANT HASKELL..." said the Ensign with an annoyed voice, "We have to find food and water then set up camp. We don't know how long we'll be stuck here."
"As your superior officer, ENSIGN..." retorted Lieutenant Haskell.
"Let's not fight!" interrupted James, "It doesn't matter how we got here, anymore. If we're going to survive, we have to work together. Right, Cheryl?"
Cheryl was taken aback by James' sudden grip on authority but she felt a certain sexual excitement at the same time.
"Agreed, James!" she answered, "I'll collect the first aid and the rations. You try to salvage some communications gear."
They both worked silently, as they went about their agreed-upon tasks. James stopped briefly, when he thought Cheryl wasn't looking, to sneak a look at the curvaceous lines of her uniform. The Lieutenant always noticed when the guys checked her out but she never let on that she knew. James was a young officer, fresh out of the Academy. He was strong and muscular. Cheryl knew that protocol prevented her from fraternizing with officers her junior but that didn't stop her from appreciating his firm, muscular ass under his tight fitting pants.
Lt. Haskell was a good officer. She was one of the best that Captain Rice ever had on his team. She was stern and efficient. She was, perhaps, a little too stern for Captain Rice's taste. That is the reason she never caught on to the fact that, Travis, the best looking young officer on the ship, just happened to be assigned to her command so soon after being posted to duty aboard the Galaxy.
"I might have a tricorder working, here," James reported, "but it's not 100 percent."
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