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Miranda's Ass	By : Dougalberry Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 42653 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I had wanted to release this chapter soon after the first as I didn't want the story to seem like it was just a one off sex scene but I got distracted working on the third chapter. Anyway I hope you enjoy.
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Miranda stepped out of the lift on to the crew quarters deck and began to move towards her office. As she walked her ass swayed from side to side, her exaggerated walk was the result of Shepard's "enthusiasm" the night before. Miranda wanted nothing more to get to her office, lock the door and relax while she recovered. She passed Samara as she moved on her way to her usual meditation spot in the Starboard Observation room. The exaggerated wiggle in Miranda's hips caught Samara's eye as they passed and as she glanced back at Miranda her eyes glanced downwards. Samara came to an abrupt halt as she turned back towards Miranda. "Uhhh" Samara moaned slightly at the sight before her, the motion of Miranda walking in her skintight jumpsuit made the motion of

her ass cheeks rubbing against each other quite hypnotic.
Miranda looked back to see Samara staring at her. "Samara?" As Miranda said her name Samara shook herself out of the trance she had fallen into. "Are you alright?" Miranda asked with some concern in her voice. Everyone was pretty on edge from the prospect that they would soon be passing through the Omega 4 relay into an area of space that no-one had ever returned from. "I'm sorry" Samara responded calmly. "I was just thinking about the upcoming mission butt.." Samara caught herself as she realized what she just said but Miranda appeared not to have noticed. "Shepard will find a way to overcome whatever we find on the other side" Miranda responded, while she always tried to remain outwardly confident in Shepard's abilities a small part of her wondered whether one person, and a woman with whom she had spent so much intimate time with, was capable of single handily saving the galaxy. "I to have faith in Commander Shepard" Samara continued, Miranda's timely interruption had given Samara time to recompose herself."But I wanted to ass.... I mean.... ask." Samara stuttered over her words as as her thoughts drifted back to Miranda's butt. Samara's pause had not gone un-noticed. "Look, Samara" Miranda started. "I know that you are not officially a member of the Normandy crew, but if you have something you wish to discuss we can do so in my office." Miranda asked with some concern in her voice. "What is the problem?" Miranda asked with more authority this time.
The tone of Miranda's final question Samara's body went rigid as if she was standing to attention and her eyes stared straight ahead. "I want to serve you" she said calmly with no emotion evident in her voice. "What... what did you say?" Miranda spluttered slightly from the shock of what she had just heard. "I want to serve you" Samara repeated. "I want you to use my body as you see fit." Miranda smiled internally. Clearly this was some kind of Asari joke. She wondered if Shepard had some how convinced Samara to do this as this had all the signs of being Shepard sense of humor.
"Well" Miranda thought. "Two can play at this game."
"Perhaps you should show me how much you want me." Miranda said. "Do a striptease for me." There was no way that the high and mighty Justicar was go this far for a simple joke, at which point it would be clear that Miranda had won. She couldn't wait to rub it in to Shepard, when she saw her later, that she had completely seen through Samara's act and that Shepard should have employed someone more convincing. Miranda's smug satisfaction was short lived. As soon as she had finished speaking Samara's body began to sway seductively from side to side seductively. Samara's movements reminded Miranda of the exotic Asari dancers she had seen in the Afterlife Club on Omega or Flux on the Citadel, but only far more erotic, after all Samara had lived a long life and experienced much in her 1,000 years. Samara's hands moved up and down over her body as she thrust her crotch backwards and forwards with a clear sexual need. Her hands passed over her breasts and came to rest on the zip of her jumpsuit. She gradually began to pull the zip down while continuing to dance. Samara's eyes were locked with Miranda's as she looked on, astounded and arroused at what she was witnessing. As the zip passed Samara's stomach and reached the top of her crotch the fabric over her chest moved to the sides as a firm blue breasts popped into display. While Samara's breasts were quite large and the fact that she was old enough to be considered a Matriarch, they showed no sag or signs of age and were as pert as those of an Asari Maiden. The hands on Samara's zip still did not stop and moved ever further downwards, although they had slowed somewhat to allow Miranda time to take in everything the was on display. Slowly the start of Samara's blue pussy began to appear and this was sufficient to finally snap Miranda out of her reverie.
"STOP!" Now it was Miranda's time to stutter. Samara stopped instantly and her hands dropped to her sides. This still left Samara's sizable but completly exposed but she stood to attention completely unashamed. "Perhaps..." Miranda said as she quickly glanced round to see if any of the other crew had witnessed what had just happened.She was grateful that it was still early and the majority of the crew where either still in their bunks or on their night shifts in the CIC. "we should continue this in my office." she continued as she gestured with her arm towards the door. Samara strode past Miranda and through the office doors and Miranda followed closely behind her.
Miranda had always been quite curious about what it would be like to be with an Asari but her high ranking position with Cerberus and there opinion of non-humans had prevented her from doing so. Since Shepard had arrived with her more liberal altitude towards aliens, Miranda had begun to re-think this fantasy. She had been considering asking Shepard if she would be willing to let Liara join them for one of their love making sessions. The thought of having a strong and proud Justicar to service her sent a shiver down Miranda's spine.
As she joined Samara in her office, Miranda proceeded to sit on the couch. "Now" Miranda said with a smirk on her face. "I believe you were in the middle of something." Without saying anything Samara began to gyrate her hips as she once again pulled back the flaps of her jump suit to once again reveal her firm blue breasts. Miranda sat back on the couch to admire Samara's display. She had unzipped her jumpsuit until her waist pulling it apart to reveal her breasts, encased in her favorite bra with the black lacy bra. She cupped the underside of her tits and lifted the upwards causing them to pop out

of the cups and giving her ease access to her nipples. Samara proceeded to bend over keeping her legs completely straight and running her hands down one leg then the other, taking the fabric of her suit with them. As she hooked the last of her clothing over her feet it occurred to Miranda that Samara had not been wearing any underwear. Thinking about it, this made sense. Miranda figured that a race of all females which were so inherently sensual and sexually wouldn't have the need for the concepts of modesty which prevented the majority of the human race from indulging in their darker fantasies.
Having completed her latest instruction Samara stood to attention with her arms at her side and stared at Miranda expectantly. "Go bend over the desk." Miranda ordered. She looked on as Samara sashayed other to the table and submissively bent over until her tits were pressed up against the wooden table top. Once Samara was in position, Miranda took the opportunity to finish removing her own clothes. She took her time as it was clear that Samara wasn't going anywhere and neatly folded her jumpsuit and underwear, leaving them on the couch.
Once Miranda fully nude she gazed at the Asari bent over the table before her. She smiled as she tapped away on her omni tool. She was still tender from the ass fucking Shepard had given her last night and so today, she would be the one doing the fucking. A six inch phallus of biotic energy sprung from Miranda's crotch. She had bought this program with the hope of being able to use it on Shepard but Shepard's dominant personality made her unwilling to allow her to lose control like that. Still, Miranda had kept the program in the hopes that Shepard would one day change her mind. "Spread your legs"

Miranda ordered. Samara shuffled her legs until they were the width of the table apart. In this position Miranda had easy access to her most intimate areas. Miranda step forward and her hand traced the curves of Samara back and over her ass. Her hand moved round to Samara's pussy and she gently pushed one, two and finally three fingers into the soaking blue cunt. She gave about half a dozen exploratory thrusts before removing her hand. Tendrils of thick cum connected Miranda's fingers to Samara's vagina. Miranda resisted the urge to lick the juices from her fingers and wiped them clean on the Justicar's back. She needed to make it clear to Samara who was in control here. Miaranda stepped back with a mischievous shit-eating grin on her face as her had returned to her omni tool. As she tapped away he biotic cock grew until it now stood 9 inches. Miranda was now confident that the Asari would be more than capable of taking the entire length.
Miranda approached Samara and began to run the length of her orange cock between Samara's ass cheeks. In response to this, Samara ground her ass against Miranda's cock, whining with a wanton need. Miranda felt the vibrations of Samara's ass spread pleasure and warmth throughout her pussy. The omni tool program detected friction and in response would send tiny electrical discharges into the wearers cliterus. Miranda had very much enjoyed adjusting the sensitivity.
Without warning, Miranda gave Samara a firm slap on the ass which caused her to lurch forward, crushing her blue tit flesh further into the table. "Tell me what you want." Miranda ordered. "I want.... I want you to fuck me" Samara panted. Her tongue was now hanging outside her mouth as the intense sexual need began to take over her body. "Tell me what you need!" Miranda continued more forcefully this time, accompanying her words with another firm slap on Samara's other buttock. "I... I need you to fuck me!" Samara responded without hesitation.
"Good!" with that Miranda thrust forward burying the majority of her surrogate penis in Samara cunt. Samara threw her head back and howled in pleasure at finally being given what she had needed so badly. Miranda was thankful, not for the first time, that she had requested that her office be soundproofed, although that had been to ensure that her counseling sessions were kept confidential and not to hide the sound of Miranda's sexual escapades. She continued to push until the entire length of her cock was bury in the blue flesh. Samara's body lay limp across the table, the only signs of life being the low moans escaping from Samara's mouth. As Miranda looked down at her handy work she noted the pool of juices which was begriming to form on the edge of the desk. Miranda desperately hoped that it wouldn't leave a stain.
Miranda could smell the salty sweat that was running down Samara's ass where it proceeded to mix with the sweet smelling nectar leaking from Samara's vagina. Miranda made the decision to start off slow. Samara may have already cum but Miranda intended to take her time and enjoy every moment of having the Asari at her mercy.
Miranda gradually increased the tempo of her thrusts, the sound of her white flesh slapping against Samara's pale blue ass echo round the room, drowning out the sound of Samara's moaning. Miranda was now pounding into Samara so hard that she every time she tried to grind back against Miranda's cock she found herself instantly force back into the table, After a while she stopped trying and consented to letting Miranda do all the work. Miranda could feel the firmness of the table against her cock through the Samara's flesh she was pushing that far into her. The electrical charges pulsing into Miranda's sex had increased in frequency to the point where there was almost no gap between the waves of pleasure she was experiencing. She desperately tried to push her approaching orgasm from her mind in order to focus at the task at hand - fucking Samara as hard as she could. If she had been capable of thinking of anything else, she would have made a note to lower the sensitivity of the biotic cock was she was done so that she was better prepared for next time. Miranda knew that she was fact approaching the point of orgasm and that there was nothing she could do to delay it even if she had wanted to.
Her biotic dick let out one final surge of energy directly into her clit and her vision instantly began to blur. She felt light head and almost blacked out. Just as she reached the edge of consciousness, she felt the wave of warm pleasure begin to spread from her pussy until it filled her entire body. It was like a dam inside her had just burst. Her body began to shake uncontrollably before going limp, causing her to flop forward on to Samara, pinning her to the desk.
At the same time as this was happening, the cock sent a second burst of energy deep inside Samara which rapidly spread through out her entire body. She could feel the tingling sensation in the tips of her fingers and toes. This was closely followed by a a burning sensation which, although it made her body feel like it was on fire did not cause her any pain. As quickly as these intense sensations came they then dissipate in a sensation that made Samara feel like she was made of glass and had shattered against the hard wood of the desk.
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Samara lay slumped against the desk exhausted. Although she had just cum and had released all the sexual tension that had been building in her body since she became a Justicar and took her vow of celibacy, Samara still felt slightly unfulfilled. One of the things that Samara had loved most about sex with alien races was the feeling of hot cum filling spurting into every crevice of her vagina until she was so full that it would cause her belly to distend outwards as if she was 3 months pregnant. The lack of this sensation betrayed the fact that Miranda's cock was a mere projection and no substitute for

a flesh and blood dick. She could feel the weight of Miranda on her back, the soft breast squished up her against her, with tiny pricks of sharp pressure from Miranda's rock hard nipples.
Miranda stood and withdrew her dick from its new blue flesh sheath, panting as she did so. In doing so she was forced to push against Samara's butt with her hand in order to get sufficient more to shift the penis from between Samara's lips, which were gripping on to it like a vice. She could feel the sweat on her forehead as it ran down her face and dripped on to the tops of her full breasts. Her hand mover to her biotic amp and press a single button. Her orange dick dematerialized instantly, causing the cum which had been coating it to fall to the floor and on to Miranda's crotch and thighs. Miranda's hand moved down to her pussy and massaged her outer lip, once again becoming used to not having a phallic shaped shaft of energy protruding from them. She moved over to the couch where she had left her clothes and picked them up. She didn't bother to wipe herself clean of the sweat and Asari juices but promised herself that she would be visiting the showers upon leaving.
"Samara?" Miranda asked as she began to redress. "Why did you do this?" Samara had not moved from her position bent over Miranda's desk. "I don't know Mistress." Samara's voice had regained her usual calm composure. "The moment I saw your ass, I knew I had to have it and was willing to let you do whatever you wanted to me in order to get it. It was like I couldn't control myself." Samara's confession caused Miranda to think back to the events of the previous night and see them in a new perspective. Miranda knew she would have to investigate this further. Miranda moved towards the door. As she reached it she turned slightly towards Samara. "Get dressed. Wait 5 minutes and then you may leave." Miranda stepped through the door and hesitated slightly. "I will

come to you again."
Miranda approached the lift and stepped inside. She had some serious thinking to do.
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