Uniform Behaviour

by Lucy Felthouse

  Sensing just how close I was to climax he upped the ante and sucked furiously on my inflamed bundle whilst pumping his fingers into me a little bit harder and a little bit faster. “God, yes!” I moaned, looking down at him. The sight of this handsome stranger on the floor, working my pussy with fierce abandon, caused me to fall, my orgasm ripping through my cunt and roaring around my body before settling in the tips of my nipples with sordid satisfaction.

  I lost control of my senses, everything a misty glow of perfection. My knees buckled and he grabbed my waist to keep me upright. He kissed me - a languid, lazy kiss as I came down from my high. I could taste myself on him, the musky tang of my pussy mixing with saliva. As he broke away from the kiss he glared at me through dark eyes, glossy with lust.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, biting my lip nervously, unable to do anything else in my restrained state. The pad of his thick thumb traced my lower lip, teasing it from my mouth. He shook his head as he lifted my chin with his finger.

  “No, thank you, Officer.”

  He reached above my head and gently lowered my arms to my stomach, but making no move to unlock the cuffs that bound them so tightly together. As he rubbed my arms I bucked into him, the course denim of his pants causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through my cunt as the fabric made contact with my sensitive clit.

  “Please...” I mumbled pathetically, “... please, I need m-more of you,” I stammered. I bucked against him again, ensuring that no wires were crossed and giving him permission to take from me whatever he needed.

  I felt his fingers dig into flesh at my offer, hands gripping my waist a little too hard as he flipped me around so that I faced the wall. The first spots of rain hit the exposed skin of my rear as I bucked out for him. He leaned over me, his breath tickling my ear and causing the hairs at the nape of my neck to stand to attention. His tongue snaked out to lap at my lobe before suckling on the sensitive spot just below my ear.

  “Mmmm, more...” I begged as he latched on to the flesh of my neck, marking me as his own... the cop he defeated. His body pressed into my back, his hard length straining to escape his jeans. He thrust against me slightly, teasing me.

  “More of what, Officer?” he asked, my begging turning him on more. I didn’t mind, I’d oblige this criminal of any request if it meant he would unleash his cock and ram it into me over and over again.

  I clamped down on my lip in an attempt to muffle my cry of frustration. He worked at his jeans behind me, his knuckles grazing my backside as he went. “Tell me,” his voice gravelly velvet against my neck, everything about him a contradiction in terms.

  “You,” I stammered. “I want your cock inside me... now.”

  He was free. I felt the smoothness of his hard cock brush against the cheeks of my arse. He was teasing me, causing another surge of wetness to rush from my pussy, cunt lips now swollen and gaping, glistening with my slick. He continued to rub his cock across my pert cheeks, teasing us both.

  I couldn’t keep quiet, keening loudly for his touch. He slid a strong hand along my back under my uniform, pushing down firmly, causing me to dip further down the wall, a more exposed angle for him to work with. It was uncomfortable with my wrists bound in front of me, but this wasn’t a romantic encounter. It was dirty. It was gritty. It was painful.

  “Shhhh now,” he mumbled in my ear. “Relax and let me handle you.”

  Nodding again I begged, “Please...”

  His hands were back on my arse cheeks, this time spreading them wide. The motion caused my muscles to tense and release in quick succession, providing my captor with a sordid display of my genitals, both holes winking at him brazenly. It felt exquisite, the cool air against my most private of parts, icy droplets of rain mixing with my own moisture.

  I gasped as his tip nudged sneakily at my opening, rubbing lavishly along my slit before dipping inside. He withdrew fully before plunging back in, burying his shaft to the hilt. I cried out, the unexpected pain a sharp sting through my core. Christ, he was big!

  Giving me time he drew his fingers down to my cunt, rubbing rhythmic circles against my clit. I clenched around him in response and he started to move within me. “Tell me Officer, what can I do for you?” His thrusts were sluggish. “Tell me, baby, tell how you want it.”

  “More, harder... faster,” I panted, beads of sweat forming on my skin despite the chill of night. “Please, Sir... p-please...” I begged shamefully, groaning with satisfaction as his thrusts grew firmer, his cock hitting deep as he fucked me from behind. His hands gripped my hips forcefully, his nails marking me, breaking skin and drawing blood. It felt so good and that sensation alone added to my erotic confusion.

  “More,” I uttered through laboured breaths, his pace becoming faster at the request. My eyes clamped shut as his balls slapped against me. I could see them in my mind’s eye swishing against my sopping core like a pendulum in the cool breeze of night. I could hear his grunts and I clenched my inner muscles tightly against his touch, sucking him further into me with a vice-like grip.

  “Fuck!”

  I giggled at his vocalisation, satisfied that he was beginning to fall victim to the passion as I had done. I arched my back more and wiggled my rear further against him, bucking back and matching his thrusts. His hands moved to my chest, fondling my swaying breasts, pinching my erect nipples and causing another surge of juice from my core. He moved faster still, fucking me frantically as the need to come became unbearable.

  Withdrawing from my aching pussy he spun me around, my back hitting the wall painfully with the force of his kiss. Reaching between us he took hold of his smooth prick, slick with my silky lube and rubbed it along the seam of my mound. I gasped as it grazed against my clit, another orgasm building within me. He fiercely slid back into my quivering cunt, his thrusts harsh and punishing, unrelenting. I bucked against him, pelvis grinding against pelvis, as I tried to inch closer.

  My lips close to his ear, I spoke calmly. “I thought I told you to fuck me hard.” His breath hitched at my words, the tables of power turning once again. “If you do not comply with my request right now I will be forced to arrest you for reckless endangerment.”

  His eyes opened, boring into my own. “Yes Officer,” he acquiesced obediently.

  “Good,” I whispered drawing his lobe into my mouth, suckling gently as though it were a ripe nipple. “Then fuck me and make me yours.”

  Lips crashed against lips, teeth clashed against teeth and bone smashed against bone as we fucked against the dirty wall, heat flushing through my cunt like wildfire. “You’re so tight,” he grunted between thrusts, “so fucking tight...”

  “Hmmmm...” I moaned in agreement as I climbed closer to that delicious peak of volcanic goodness. With open eyes we gazed at each other, watching reactions of heightened arousal.

  “You’re going to look so fucking good when you come,” he spoke as his fingers sought my clit, pinching the erect nodule firmly and rolling it between finger and thumb. It was my undoing, walls clenching around his cock, waves of orgasm tearing through my loins and threatening to rip me apart.

  I felt his lips against my own as he came, emptying his warm seed deep within me, bucking shakily until my cunt had milked him dry. He slumped against me, his uneven breath tickling my flesh. Planting a kiss at the side of my mouth before pulling away, he refused to meet my gaze. He slowly slid from my core, pulling his jeans up before kneeling to the floor and drawing my own clothes back up my body.

  Once all clothes were settled back in their rightful place he reached into my pocket and retrieved a tiny silver key, using it to at last release my hands. He removed the cuffs and attached them to their rightful place on my belt. I rubbed my wrists, sore from the exertion of tonight’s activities.

  And there he stood. In front of me. Refusing to meet my gaze. “Hey,” I started, the sentence disappearing on my tong
ue when he looked up at me, unshed tears threatening to spill from his enchanting orbs.

  “I’m sorry.”

  With that he was gone and I was left alone to wander the streets that would eventually lead me back here, to my little slice of peace amidst a city of chaos. As the final letter was etched into my skin for ever more I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that I had sought redemption for my sin.

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  The Captain’s Persuasion

  Delyth Angharad

  “Aja Anderson?”

  She grabbed the corner of the wing and pulled herself clear of the ship, looking up from the floor at the man who stood before her, upside-down from her vantage point of lying on her back. He was a soldier decked in the moulded armour of the troops, but his was painted with blue stripes along the arms and across the ridge of his helmet. He had rank.

  “That’s me. What can I do you for?”

  “Captain Dex.” He stood at attention and saluted. “You’ll be flying with my squadron.”

  Aja climbed to her feet, flung the oil-stained rag she’d been cleaning the primary fuselage covering with over her shoulder, and offered her hand to the Captain.

  “Well met, Captain Dex. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

  The Captain took his helmet off with one hand, clasped her offered hand in the other and shook it in his firm grasp. She studied his features quickly; close-cropped dark hair, a strong jaw, a healthy tan to his skin and deliciously dark and brooding eyes. The corners of her lips twitched into a sly smile.

  “And I of you,” he replied formally.

  One of the things she knew most of all about Captain Dex was that he was always on the job, one hundred percent a Captain. Aja Anderson considered this to be a personal challenge.

  “Only the good stuff, I hope,” she winked at him, sliding the rag from her shoulder and tucking it into the chest pocket of her form-fitting overalls. He followed her movement, just as she hoped he would, and looked away quickly as he realised he was left staring at the curve of her supple breast.

  “Er...” He cleared his throat, and turned his attention to her ship. “DKMD X-Class - customised, if I’ve heard correctly? I was somewhat surprised when they said you turned down one of ours...”

  “I’m a one-ship kinda gal.” Aja moved to stand next to the Captain. “Beautiful, isn’t she? The full casing on the engines really gives her that extra...” She paused to run her hand along the wide metal cover of the port engine; a two-foot-round shaft of polished metal attached to the side of the ship. “...thrust, you know?” she finished, glancing at the captain from the corner of her eye.

  Captain Dex coughed quickly, his eyes transfixed on the movement of her hand. He shuffled his feet. “I uh...”

  “You may not think she’s as fast as the A-class, or as versatile as the Y...” Aja dexterously lifted herself up onto the engine shaft and straddled it between her legs, pulling the cloth from her pocket and pretending to wipe a smudge from the otherwise spotless paintwork. “I’ve always said it’s not the size of the ship, but the way you fly it. I can make this baby move.”

  “Anderson, are you...” Captain Dex began, his dark brows knotted as he tried to fathom some inner turmoil that nagged his consciousness, watching her rubbing her phantom smudge.

  Aja looked down at him, her face painted on a perfect canvas of innocence. “Hmm?”

  The Captain narrowed his eyes, and then shrugged it off. “Nothing. We have about thirty ticks before we reach the first attack point - you’re joining us for the fight?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Aja tucked a stray strand of burgundy hair behind her ear. “Where do you want me?” She slid down from the engine and dropped right in front of the Captain, green doe-eyes peering up at him.

  “Where do I...?” He swallowed. “Oh! We’ll be flying in delta. I’d like you to take point if you feel up to it; I’ll be right behind you.”

  “Definitely. But only because you’ll be right behind me,” she coyly replied, and turned her ass towards the Captain as she picked up a wrench she’d left under the ship. She heard him mumbling behind her and grinned as she placed the wrench in her toolbox, turning back to the Captain with a bright smile.

  “There is one thing I wanted to ask before we fly.” Captain Dex placed his helmet on the wing of her ship and looked at Aja with curiosity.

  “Ask away.” She leaned back onto the wing with her elbows, puffing her chest out slightly.

  “I don’t want this to sound too forward,” he began with an irony that wasn’t lost on Aja, “but if my research is correct - you are a psion?”

  Aja smiled. “Yes, I am. Is that a problem?”

  “Oh, no!” His deep brown eyes widened. “No, not at all; I’m just not used to psions being pilots at all, let alone fighters, or even mechanics...” His gaze drifted over her engineer’s overalls. She wore them well, with the hip pockets accentuating the hourglass curve of her waist and the fastenings down the front unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cleavage.

  “You’re wondering what I can do?” she asked. It wasn’t an uncommon response to people finding out what she was; people born with her ability usually became medics or indoctrinated themselves into some religion or other. Aja, however, had found a keen affinity with all things mechanical and had bent her mental prowess to fit this hobby. She knew her ship inside out; nobody could fly it better than her, and her skills as an aerial ace were beyond compare. The problem was that everybody assumed the stories they heard about her were exaggerations - nobody would believe, without seeing first-hand, that some of the things she could do with a ship were even possible.

  “I suppose,” he replied and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. It was an endearing gesture. Everything about Captain Dex had been nothing less than endearing to her so far, and she was determined to subtly impress herself upon him until he cracked. “You just... excuse me for saying, but you don’t look like any psion I’ve ever seen.”

  She giggled, and noticed the twinkle in his eye that this girlish action had awarded her. “Then what do I look like, Captain Dex?” A slender brow curved skywards as she eyed him questioningly.

  His eyes locked on hers and he leaned into her as he reached past to pluck his helmet back and tuck it beneath his arm. “I’d rather not say.”

  She inhaled deeply; the faint smell of gun polish and armour wax drifted to her nostrils, coupled with the aroma of a delicate musky aftershave. It made her tingle. “As for me being a psionic fighter pilot, trying to explain to you what I do in the cockpit would be like trying to explain the subtle nuances of sex to a virgin. It’s one of those things you just have to learn for yourself.”

  His cheeks flushed.

  “Then I’ll have to see for myself,” he quietly replied, and held her gaze for a moment before leaving. “See you in thirty,” he called back over his shoulder.

  ***

  The void of space wrapped around her like a thick velvet blanket. Behind her the heavy flagship they’d just disembarked from was rapidly shrinking as they flew away. To her right the small planet of Hyo, its atmosphere a lazily spinning cloudscape with flashes of vibrant green beneath. This was where Aja felt most at home. She knew her ship’s every movement, every subtle variation in the vibrations it made; the soft crooning of the engines, the way it responded to her gentle pressure on the throttle or her fingers on the gun triggers.

  “Anderson, this is Dex. I’ve got your six, over.”

  Aja smiled; so he’d dropped the ‘Captain’. Progress.

  “Aja here. Good to hear it, Dex. So, this fight - you want me fast and hard, or are you coming in slow?”

  A burst of static from his mic. She laughed.

  “You take the lead,” he replied, a tremble in his voice. “Show me how it’s done, the
se ‘subtle nuances’ of yours. Over.”

  Captain Dex seemed to be coming out of his shell, she thought to herself.

  “I hope you’ve got your straps on, Captain - this is gonna be a fun ride. Over and out.”

  A rebel gunship dropped out of hyperspace in front of them, as they’d expected. Aja checked her flank; she could see the noses of the ships either side of her in the formation. She let her mind drift, expanding from the bubble of her cockpit and into the vast nothingness. Out there, with nothing to confine her, her mind could travel for miles. She felt the presence of the two pilots on either side of her, the two pilots behind them, and the row of pilots on either side making a full delta formation of sixteen ships counting the Captain’s. She focused on him, spent a little longer familiarising herself with the feeling of his aura until she was confident she could get a fix on his position in a heartbeat.

  “Viper Squadron, this is Aja. You guys are doing this the way Captain Dex has taught you. When we get close I’m going to open this baby up; keep in formation, watch your backs, and we’ll all be home for supper. Gimme the green, boys. Out.”

  She glanced down at her cockpit and counted as fifteen green lights lit up on her VDU.

  Aja touched the throttle and eased the ship forwards. Ahead she could see a slew of fighters disembarking from the big gunner; Dex’s squad were equalled at the very least, more likely outnumbered. That didn’t matter. She gradually pumped the throttle down, taking a slow acceleration that the formation comfortably matched. It only took a few seconds for the first enemy fighter to close the distance and enter her firing range.

  Aja flicked a switch on the dash, igniting a second burst from the engines that punched her ship rapidly forwards. Before the enemy had time to respond she was on top of him, her pulse cannons cutting a swathe of purple energy through his hull.