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I Hate My Job	By : sandman-nobody Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 53049 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I Hate My Job
- 2-Suit Repair Man
- 1
- 2
A/N: Sup guys, here is the Tali chapter I promised. Before writing this chapter, I always came to these websites wondering why there never seemed to enough Tali content, easily my favorite mass effect girl. Well now I know it’s because she’s fucking hard as hell to write for. Seriously, if this had been my first chapter, I’m not sure there would have been a second. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 2
I stood in the middle of the room, mop in hand, blatantly staring at the next alien freak on my list.
In the engine room, she was currently stood over some display, poking and prodding and adjusting god knows what. It made me sick to think the higher ups would actually allow a suit rat into the ship, not mention the core itself! The fact that we haven’t woken up to a hollow shell of metal is a miracle by itself. I just knew she was biding her time, waiting for the chance to strip us down to our nuts and bolt and run off.
I glared suspiciously, eyes lingering on the image of her fat ass idly sway back and forth. Well, she might have some uses...
After running into the other day, the monstrosity caught my attention in the worse kind of way. True, she was an alien, and outcast even by their standards. But just because she was a lesser form of life, didn’t mean she didn’t have some value.
Now you might think, out in the open as I was, that someone might pause at the sight of me blatantly staring at this creature against gods design. But you see, that’s about the only benefit to this shit stain of job of mine. And that’s that ain’t no one wants to acknowledge you. Hell, I’d even go so far are as to say they actively avoided lookin’ at me.
Used to piss me right off. But I didn’t mind so much nowadays. Hell, I didn’t mind a lot of things that used to get on my nerves. Guess being all powerful can do that to a fella, put things in perspective and all. I mean, what’s picking up a little trash when I can do whatever the fuck I want on this ship? A leering look took my features, the opposite of comforting.
Hurrying to finish the rest of the floor, I left the room without having met a single eye. The rest of the ship wasn’t much better, groups of soldiers and the like walking past in smiling groups. Like they didn’t have a care in the world! The only highlight of my trip was walking past a certain Asari’s office. And while I didn’t have time to stop, the line at her door and the sounds from within were more than enough to put a pep in my step.
Turning that freak into the ships whore was the best thing I could have done. It happened only a couple days ago, and already I could see a marked improvement among the meat head soldiers. Some of the lady ones to. And sure, there were a couple uppity bitches trying raise a stink about the operation. But in my opinion there were just pissed the men would rather go fuck an alien then deal with their bullshit.
Well, maybe I could give them a little suggestion later on to help them join in on the fun. But for now I had a more immediate issue. And that’s my issue. The issue that my cock wouldn’t go back down after staring at that ass for so long. Well, turns out I had just the thing to remedy such an illness.
I entered my hellhole of a room with a devious chuckle. Double checking that no one was about to enter, not that they ever had, I reached under my bunk to pull out the metal box holding my sole prized possession. The damn cube was still a disturbing sight, all kinds of wiring and alien technology. But I knew what it could do and that’s all that mattered.
I’ve been watching the suit rat for a few good days now, trying to think up what I wanted to do with her. That kind of power, it really makes a man think. About how far it can go, about how far he can go. Me? Hehe… I can go far…
I suppose I could go into all the intricacies and whatnot that went into workin’ fucken nightmare of a device. Personally, it’s too complicated and would take way longer than I feel like bothering. All that matters is I knew how, and it still took a good night for the thing to take effect. With this in mind, I quickly adjusted the thing to do what I wanted, before setting it back in its hiding spot.
I had to sleep on my back that night.
The Quarian was wonderfully predictable it turned out. After only just a few days of watching her, I knew almost exactly where she was going to be most times of the day. Which is why, strolling into engine room, I was not surprised in the slightest to see her standing exactly where she had been the last time I was here. Honestly, did the fucking thing actually sleep?
I strolled right up to her, biggest grin on my face you’d ever seen. She didn’t bother to look back, still messing with the damn display. I had to cough, rather loudly, to finally get her attention.
The way she jumped, you’d think I grabbed her ass right then and there. Thankfully I have just bit more class than that.
“Oh!” she gasped, holding her three fingers against the front of her helmet. Turning to look at me, I could see the glowing light of her eyes widen dramatically. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there. The engine needed to be calibrated after our last jump and I get so caught up in numbers and energy readings. It’s like everything else just melt away, you know?” She laughed at her own words, as though I actually gave a fuck. My expression seemed to clue her into this fact as the brief chuckle died off into awkwardness. She shifted nervously.
“Yes, so, is there something you needed from me?” Finally letting me get a goddamn word in…
“You’re the Quarian, right?” I pointed out the obvious. My face was dull and annoyed. “You know, with the suits and shit?”
“Yes,” she nodded, still confused. “These suits help my people deal with our lack of immune system. Without them all the germs and bacteria could make us very, very-.” I waved my hand through her words, cutting her off abruptly. God, I could already tell this one was talker
“Uh-huh, yea. Great, good for you.” My tone was anything but friendly. And hearing this, Tali’s posture shifted from curious, to insulted. Evident by the sharp sigh and crossing of her arms. All this did was give me a particularly nice view of her chest against that tight, tight material.
“You ah, you went on that last mission with Shepard, right?” I asked, not bothering to look away from her womanly figure. Though I did glance up briefly to say, “and that’s, yes or no. don’t need to know about every goddamn step you took.” Tali’s hand balled into a fist.
“Yes,” her tone was short and clipped, a stark contrast to bright and energetic girl that had greeted him. “But who are you and why are you-.” I sighed dramatically, earning another huff of frustration from the alien freak. But didn’t care how little patience she had for me. Because everything was going exactly how I wanted.
“Good, good.” I grinned, my crooked teeth peeking past my thin lips. “Listen ah, Shep was worried you might have gotten hurt while you were out there. Or maybe that nice suit of yours got nicked? She wanted me to come by and give you a, you know, check up?” I couldn’t help but grin at my own words. I didn’t have the first clue as to what the hell her suit was made of. But it was skin tight. And giving her a once over, I knew I would to inspect the surface intimately. “That’s my job after all, a Quarian suit repair man I mean.”
Tali seemed taken aback by my answer, her previous attitude draining away. And while I couldn’t see it on her face, I knew her mind was awash with the sudden flood of memories that reinforced my statement. Other than being somewhat dizzy, after a moment she was back to normal. A hand on her helmet steadied her spinning world.
“Yes…” she trialed off, caught between confusion and recollection. “I… I remember. Shepard told me you would be coming I just,” she paused, shaking her head to clear way the cobwebs. “I must have forgotten. I apologize.” Taking a few deep breaths, the light of her eyes narrowed. “But… wait, no. that can’t be right. Why would she…?” she trailed off, then. Doing her best to remember events that had never taken place.
“I-I thank you for coming all this way, but I’m afraid there’s no need. You see, Quarians are taught maintenance and how to repair their suit as soon as they are able to walk. I’m afraid I’ve never heard of someone taking it on as a profession. And especially not a non-Quarian! It’s just a bit… confusing.”
She was showing resistance, but I was expecting that. Thankfully, I already had a means to work over this little hurdle.
I put on sad expression. “Ah gee,” I sighed, my acting about as practiced as third grader. “Not you too,” I sighed. And just like I’d hopped, hearing and seeing my dejected tone, the suit rat’s tone changed immediately to become soft and comforting
“Oh,” she murmured, “what is that matter?” by the sound of her voice, I could tell she was genuinely concerned. The fuckin’ idiot. I made of show of looking reluctant before continuing.
“It’s just…” I shook my head, “everyone keeps tellin’ me I’m an idiot fer trying to fix Quarian’s suits for a job.” Tali chose not to say anything, even though I could tell she was just itching to admit that there were somewhat right in that regard. After all, who knew ones suit better than the one wearing it? It just wasn’t a viable business practice.
“Well…” she finally admitted, regret in her tone.
“They’re just suit rats, they say,” I went on, earning a startled gasp at the racial slur. “Just a bunch of thieves in the night, they told me. Why should I even give them my time?” I paused for a moment gathering up as much bullshit as I had in me to turn and give the woman an endearing stare. Hell, right then I looked down right innocent if I say so myself.
“I-I know it’s silly but, I’ve just always had this dream, you know? Ever since I was just a tike, I wanted to help Quarians, get to know them. Maybe then I could show all those people what nice folks they are.” At this point I looked away, expression falling to a sullen slab of disappointment. “But I guess I am just an old fool. Oh well, let’s just hope the little ones don’t starve because their dad was fool enough to try and reach out to another species. I would just hate the idea that they grow up with some kind of grudge against such a nice people cuz of me.”
Anyone else, and I do mean anyone would have at this point seen through my bullshit at least a mile away. I couldn’t have laid it on any thicker if had a skillet. But something about this girl just scream naive and gullibility. And by this point, she looked to be in near tears, hand over her heart and eyes turned up in sorrow.
“Oh,” she sighed, buying the sob story for all it was worth. It was about all I could do to keep from bursting out in laughter right then and there. Instead I stubbornly held the down trodden expression, moving to pick up the bag of tool’s I’d brought in with me. I made it three steps before she finally called out to me.
“Wait!” When I turned around she seemed nervous, fidgeting with hands and shifting from foot to foot. “I suppose…” she struggled with each word, fighting to get them out, “that a second opinion could be appreciated. After all, it is possible I might have missed something.”
That was an outright lie, no matter how the young woman tried to rationalize it. She knew for a fact her suit was in perfect working order. But seeing the old man, so dejected after chasing after such a noble and heartwarming goal, how could she just turn him away? And seeing his once downtrodden face light up with joy, Tali felt confident that she was doing the right thing. At least, that’s what she told herself.
“Oh, thank you!” I gushed, disgusting even myself with my own actions. “Ah, you won’t regret this miss, I promise!” While my face portrait unbridled joy, just beneath the surface I could feel a sneer coming to life. God she was stupid. Were a few tears really all it took? I almost didn’t even need the damn cube.
A few more moments of thank-you’s went on with the bitch humbly accepting them, acting like a goddamned saint. Made me sick. Wrapping things up best I could, I waited for her to give me permission to continue.
“So, what scanner have you equipped your Omni tool with to search for breaches?” She finally offered. I simply stared up at her, as simple as she no doubt thought me and gave another yellow smile.
“Aw,” waved her off. “You kidding? No way I can afford any of those fancy gizmos. No ma’am, I had to teach myself everything I know.” At this she blinked, nervousness once again.
“No Omni tool?” she baulked, “but, then how are you going to search for insecurities and malfunctions?” I smiled brazenly, just a bit of my true self leaking through as I admired the swell of her chest once more.
“The old fashioned way of course.” At this point she finally seemed to catch on, an uneasy posture lifting her shoulders. “Now if you’d be so kind as to remove any extra material, I’ll try and be real quick and let you get back to your, er, calibrations and whatnot.”
Tali obviously flinched back at this news, unease spreading through her immune deficient form. Despite being dressed in a full body suite, the thin, latex like material that made up much of her suit was body tight. About as close to a second skin as they were able to produce. Not only was it more comfortable, but more functional to get around without feeling like they were actually trapped. Unfortunate, this also made the surface an extra kind of revealing.
More as decoration than actual clothing, most of their kind took to wrapping themselves in patches of cloth. Different in colors and patterns, they did the job of covering their crotches and chest. Crossing a three fingered hand over her own, Tali shifted on her feet.
“Are you sure that’s necessary:” she finally asked, her tone just as nervous as her posture. It only made me wonder how much that little flap of purple was really covering. My eyes couldn’t stop from leering, something she must have noticed. Taking a step back, her fingers tapping against the side of her leg.
“absoooo-lutly,” I nearly whistled, maybe a bit too cheerful. “But don’t you worry, these hands will find any holes you got. I do not disappoint.” Holding up the withered and worn appendages for her to see, I could only imagine what she must think about being touched by them. Scarred by years of manual labor, they were anything but pretty to look at. Gnarled as they were. Nevertheless, I still motioned for her to comply. A request reluctantly followed.
She started with her head, belts and clips holding the cloth that shielded the back of her head. Half expecting’ some kind of Frankenstein mixture of wires and tubes, I was relieves when all it turned out to be was a smooth rounded helmet. A dark black color, subtle lights could be seen shining through. A clear sign of her inhumanity. I eagerly waited to see the rest.
Tossing the garment aside, she moved on to the fabric hanging off her shoulders. Grinning a shit eating grin, I was excited to see just how close to us these walking hazmat suits really were. Tali, much less eager to abandon the addition, dawdled somewhat before finally allowing the added material to peel away. Immediately following the extra layer of leather and cloth she crossed her arms, hiding herself as well as her thin arms could manage. Well that wouldn’t do at all, now would it?
“Hey, ‘ey, ‘ey!” I interrupted, pointing my finger up and down in her direction. Standing up straight, she seemed shocked by my suddenly harsh tone. She started to stutter some kind of response, but I just waved her away, even happier at my new discover. It seemed little miss spacesuit didn’t handle aggression very well.
“How’re you expecting me to my job with actin’ like that, huh?” Walking forward, I reached out and grabbed her arm. She gasped at the sudden contact, but stood stunned while I roughly tore the appendage to the side. Just like that the hidden area popped into view, a single breasts peeking behind an insufficient hand.
The suit itself was perfectly smooth. An unbroken layer of black that was just as thin as I’d been told - thinner even. Turns out whatever the fuck these robo-monstrosities actually look like under that suit is closer to us human’s than I’d thought. Because I’d be damned if that ain’t a nipple pointin’ at me. And I’m a man that knows a tit when he sees one.
“Gotta use my eyes,” I went on, blatantly staring at her boob. She shifted on her feet but otherwise did as she was told. “Need to look close, real close. I would just feel…” I licked my lips, a small heat building under my brow, “horrible if somthin’ happened cause I didn’t take my job one hundred percent seriously.” My fake sincerity seemed to do the trick, even earning me a muted apology from the fuckin’ goldfish.
“I… will try not to give you any more difficulty,” the light in front of her mouth flashed with each word. Her tone was quite, shamed. Only making it that much easier to convince her. Replacing my earnest expression, my hand reached for her other arm, slowly lowering it to her hip. Both arms sufficiently tucked away, both of her tits were freely exposed. Or, at least, as exposed as they were gonna get without killin’ the bitch.
Continuing to step nervously, the anxious motion rolled the generous flesh, showing how little support these puppies really had without all those belts and armor. Even more than that, I saw just how much she had tucked away. And boy was it a gift worth unwrapping.
The huge things seemed to strain against the alien material. Stretching it to fit around the soft lumps. Unfortunately not fit to encase them separately their shape was still very visible. The fat shelf of flesh hanging against her ribs.
I stared until I got my fill, then started to wonder what I wanted from the freak next. Deciding to let her to do most of the work for now, I finally nodded me head and took a step back. Tali visibly sighed in relief. Fuckin’ idiot.
“Why don’t you ah… do a few jumps for me?” I put forward, face a straight as I could manage. The tension in her shoulders returned in an instant, followed by a long string of suit rat language I didn’t bother trying to rationalize. Clenching her hands together in a tight hold, the six digits fretted like spider legs while she struggled to speak her words.
“For the love of, Rannoch, why would I do such a thing?” A hint of exasperation leaked into her tone. Defensive, she made the mistake of folding her arms. Actually lifting her breasts and making them more obvious. I didn’t bother raising my eyes to stare at a mask, much more interested in her lady bits.
“Just one angle sweetheart,” I snorted. Scratching the scruff on my chin, my eyes were glued to the defined bumps marking her nipples. “Gotta see you in action, moving around. Who know what it might pop out?” My lips smacked at the word ‘pop’, earning a defined flinch.
“Angles?” she wondered, perplexed, “I am sorry but that does not make any-.” I cut her off, my tone biting and forkful.
“Ma’am!” barked in a single loud tone, she naturally flinched back unsure how to respond. “Please stop trying to tell me how to do my job! I assure you, I take this very seriously. And have spent many, many hours working to develop my methods. If you interrupt again I am afraid I will have no choice but return to your commander and explain just how ungrateful you were to her kindness”.
All bullshit, each and every word. But she at least managed to keep her fuckin trap shut this time, only offering a subdued sigh. Finger’s still twitching, she was anything but comfortable. But after another handful of seconds I watched in triumph as her backward knees bend inward resulting in a small, but obvious bounce. Rather than show my joy, I just nodded my head, gesturing to show her she needed to keep going.
Arms still stubbornly folded, her spilling lumps shook and sways with the small motions. But I knew I could do better.
“Arms at your sides! Stop obstructing my view!” Keeping with the harsh tone she complied immediately, her three fingers pointing in opposite directions as the pillows dropped to their natural state. Like this I watched them lift with her momentum, only to crash and jiggle with the eventual return of gravity. Buckling and wobbling, the soft pillows repeated this motion again and again. A smile cracked the illusion of my fake frustration.
“Faster!” I barked. Eager to see her really jiggle. “And higher!” And to my delight, she complied almost immediately. Only offering a small grunt at the increase in effort as argument.
My eyes tracked there movement, up and down, up and down. With the increase in movement the reaction was just as dramatic. I had to hunch myself over, less my hardening cock become just as obvious.
I let her continue like for five full minutes. Enjoying the rush even more than the show of her tits flopping around. It just really struck me how much power this thing really gave me. And how much I could do with it. Pretty soon, the constant movement started to catch up with her. And I listen to the ragged breathing echo through her voice microphone. I decided that was enough… for now.
“Alright,” I waved my hand, bored. She immediately stopped her exercise, her huge tits bouncing one last time before wobbling back into their natural position. She just stood there, hand on her hips while she caught her breath. I took a step forward.
“Good, good,” I complimented her, “everything looks ah, intact and all. One last test and we can move on.” Releasing a heated sigh, she just nodded her head. “Alright. Then ah, stand still why I do a hands on investigation,” her helmet tilted to the side at this, but I didn’t give her the chance to talk. Reaching out, my hands rapped around her arm; earing a small jump of surprise.
“Mhmm…” I hummed to myself, pretending to give a damn while I thumbed the black material. My first time actually touching it, I was surprised to see just how thin it felt. Like rice paper. I could easily feel the soft supple skin ling just below. Along with a comfortable warmth. Meanwhile, Tali just stood there, tapping her foot while I worked my way towards her shoulders.
“Ah huh,” I went on, a bead of sweat dripping down temple. Laid flat, my hands rubbed and touched along her back. Soft as a real woman, I didn’t mind the small detour. Specially’ as I started to creep along her ribs. Sensing my direction, the suit rat’s irritation quickly turned to unease.
“C-Could please wait just one mome-!” Finally I felt my hands wrap around her jugs, the soft meat pressing through the gaps of my finger. Stood behind her, the stupid bitch didn’t really have anywhere to go, even as I felt her press closer against my chest. Squeezing a second time, my erection was now perfectly pressed against the amazing ass that had brought me her in the first place. Rubbing my hips forward, a wonderful rush of pleasure arched through my balls.
“Kellah! W-What are you doing!” Practically screaming at this point, the stupid light in front of her face lit off like a strobe light with each of her words. Arms held up, my hands were snaked around her pits, forcing her into an even more awkward position. Unsure what to do, her hands kept balling up, curling into a stressed fist. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud.
“Hands on inspection!” I smiled, allowing myself the much cheer. Shifting my grip, my groping fingers grabbed another fist full of tit, earning another startled gasp. “Gotta look for anything suspicious,” I reminded her, “but don’t worry, you can bet I am as thorough as they come.” Sadly, my words didn’t seem to reassure the freak as I’d intended. Releasing a low wine, she finally just ducked her head down, no doubt closing her eyes until I was finished. Hehe, hope she’s patient.
Things felt fuckin’ amazing. Running my hands up and down the mounds, they felt as real as any tit I’d ever felt. Wrapping my fingers around the base, I slowly worked them outwards, squeezing along the entire length I dragged along the bump of her nipple. Repeating this a few times, I finally shifted my hands to grab them from the bottom, lifting them as I kneaded the flesh.
Thank god she was too preoccupied with her boobs to notice the erect cock grinding against her ass. Aligned right along the crack, there was still a fair amount of bullshit covering her lower body. But I knew I’d be getting rid of that soon enough. Holding her close against me, I felt myself shutter.
We stayed like that for a good ten minutes. Tali, doing her best to bear with my attention, didn’t do much than offer a strained squeak every now and then. Usually when I squeezed a little too hard. It was a cute noise though, and I enjoyed hearing it.
“What ah, have we got hear then?” I grinned, the excitement forcing my breath to increase. At the same time my fingers circled around the straining bump in her suit, rewarding me with another of her startled gasps. “Interesting,” I smiled, especially when I took note of it sudden tight and erect state.
“P-Please!” she forced, unconsciously pulling away from my touch. Bending at the waist, all this managed to do was force her tits more into my hands, and her ass harder against my crotch. More than happy with the development, I couldn’t help but grind myself a few times against the offered cheeks. All while mercilessly flicking the sharp tip of her flushed nipples.
“That, that is not my suite!” she gasped, worming and squirming. Doing all of this against me, I was more than happy to let the idiot keep going, just playing the fool. Centering each of my thumbs around the nubs, she let out a small screech as soon as I bearded down. Pinching them in a way I doubted she’d ever experienced.
With each deep breath she unknowingly rubbed her breast that much more in my hands. Rolling the tight skin around my fingers, I was well aware of how to make a pair tits sing. Tali couldn’t help but seem to agree, a confused and strained whine sounding from her helmet.
“Seems to be a run in the material,” I pondered aloud, all the while grinning a shit eating grin. I tugged on the tips a few times, lifting the breasts off her chest. Letting them go, the pillow meat tumbled back into place, jiggling in all the right places. “Hmmm.” I pretended to study.
“That is not my suit!” she repeated, struggling to keep her arms raised and away from her breasts. Going back to stimulation I felt the material of her suit wrinkle and shift as the tiny bump rolled around.
“What’s that?” I gave them another small pinch. “Huh then ah, tell me. What exactly am I feeling then?” I couldn’t help but smile, wondering if I could actually get her to say it.
“Those are my- my… Kellah! Surly you must know!” Shaking from side to side, she seemed to be trying to shake my hands from her tits. But only really manage to put on an even better.
“No ma’am, afraid my studies focused on Quarian suits only. I ain’t got a clue what you all got under all this shit.”
“Nipples!” she finally screeched, a hot flush consuming her. “They are my nipples. There is nothing wrong with my suit, please release me!” Shaking with silent laughter at his point, I waited for the small quakes to stop before finally pulling away.
“Oh, well why didn’t you say so?”
Tali almost ran away as soon as she felt me pull back. Taking several quick steps, she finally crossed both of her arms around herself. Talking long, calming breaths, she seemed to be shuttering under the obvious molestation.
“Well, good news is everything seems in tiptop shape.” I put on a bright smile, as though oblivious to her destress. Rather than answer, she just shook her head. No doubt cursing me in her godforsaken savage excuse for a language.
“I know,” she finally managed, her tone both emotional and impossibly dry. “That is what I told you from the beginning!” But rather continue she just slumped, still trying to hide herself despite her aroused nipples clearly poking through. Unconscious, her three fingers hand moved to caress the abused flesh, cupping her own boobs and brushing along the tender tips. I watched the discomfort with a grin, amazed she hadn’t noticed the obvious tent in my pants.
“Well, guess it’s time to move onto the next test.” And freezing for a moment, she turned her head. The bright lights of her eyes shining to give me a single long stare.
“Next!?”
“Thorough! Thorough!” I grinned, eyeing the pillars of her full thighs and wide hips. “Shepard made sure you only got the best, and that’s me because I am just so thorough.” Pointing to the rest of her get up, she was still covered in layers of cloth and thicker materials. I jabbed a crooked finger in her direction, waggling it up and down. “So how bout you be a good girl and get rid of the rest for that shit. And don’t give me any problems, not like I’m askin’ you to get naked or nothin’”. Though I might as well be.
Tali struggled with herself, anxiety clear. Through her helmet the feint visage of face stood in obvious peril. The bright lights of her eyes were completely erased, alluding to an expression no doubt clench and tight. Nevertheless, uttering a hushed curse her hands reached for the belts secured just below her tits and started to undo them, along with the rest of her gear.
Sitting back, my eyes were glued to image of this monstrosity stripping down. Thick material fell away along with the more decretive purple spiraled cloth. A sort of stretchy layer wrapped around hips and down to her knees. Peeling out of that, the thin, smooth, black of her true suite continued, just as skin tight as the upper half.
“By the home world…” Hand pressed between her legs, she tried to hide the distinct camel toe riding up the front of her gash. Stretched flat across the plain of her skin, the material perfectly displayed every curve, hill, and valley. All of which I enjoyed extensively, staring even as she tried to curl in on herself. If this thing had a cunt, I could fuck it.
“Stress test!” I suddenly called, much to her dismay. Already uncomfortable she slowly moved to stand to her full fight. Shoulders back and breasts thrust out. The fingers balled tightly at her side, I could feel her eyes on me, watching me stare directly at her crotch. A wonderful space between her thighs, even when she pressed them together it did little to shield her. If anything at all. I took a step towards her.
“Seems a little snug,” I commented, reaching out to pull at the stretchy material wrapped around her thigh. “Sure you haven’t been putting on weight? Might be time upgrade to somthin with a little room.” I couldn’t stop the sneering smile, especially when the light of her eyes narrowed disapprovingly.
While made in good humor, I couldn’t be further from the truth. Sure, this thing had an ass that could launch a battleship, but there ain’t single bit of flab. Everything was real tight, firm. Which only made her figure that much more appealing.
“I assure you, my weight is not an issue.” Jesus, her tone could freeze a fuckin sun. “The suits are designed to fit close to our skin for comfort and mobility.” I let out a snort.
“Sure darlin’, you’re lookin’ real comfortable.” At the same time my hand dropped low, landing a responding slap against one of her cheeks. The surprise and force of the slap nearly sent the freak to sealing, a startled squeal leaking out of her. Whipping around, even I could feel the rage bleed through her ghost-like features.
“Just figured I get do the physical inspection at the same time,” I grinned. “You’re the one who’s in such a hurry after all.” And to that she just seethed, readily preparing to slap the shit out of me. But instead she backed down. Good girl.
“Let’s just have you spread them legs of yours for now. Give me a chance to check those legs of yours.” Complying after a long sigh, she rested her balled fists against her hips while she widened her stance. Slinking lower to the ground, I stood eye level with her crotch, blatantly enjoying the view.
My hands wrapped along each side of her leg, the warm, softness of her thigh bleeding through the thin material. I gave the meat a few good squeezes before moving on, slowly creeping my hands upward. Nearing the dimple of her crotch, Tali’s angered posture slowly began to lessen, replaced with familiar unease.
With my right hand trailing along the inside of her thigh, I grinned to myself, smirking really, as I felt the muscles dip into the valley of her cleft. Following her natural contours, my other was free to keep going over her hip and reach back to the big roundness of her ass. Feeling my fingers stretch around the soft muscle, her back ran up straight, muscles clenching in defiance.
Stood up straight the muscles were firm and unyielding under my hands. Giving it a great squeeze, she naturally tried pull away from grasp, pushing her crotch even closer to my face. Even that small of a motion wasn’t enough to dislodge me. And soon was happily kneading the great roundness, brushing my fingers along the deep crack of her ass.
Struggling with that part of her body, Tali seemed to have forgotten about my second objective. Right hand moving higher, I immediately began to feel the familiar heat of a woman’s pussy. Making the air around it almost humid, I immediately began to understand why she had been so uncomfortable with hiding her crotch. Seems getting her huge tits fondled actually managed to get the bitch wet!
I grinned to myself, immediately reached to cup the long line between her legs. She gasped, almost kicking me as a result. But I just kept smiling, actually feeling a wet substance leak through the alien material. “Don’t mind my reach!” I gave to little warning much too late. But boy did she mind.
“S-Stop that!” she barked, bending over herself to avoid my hand. Grapping her by the crotch however, there was’ much she could do. Especially with my other hand still firmly planted around her ass. Squirming and wiggling, she only seemed to manage to grind her cunt against my hand. Doing my job for me. I pressed my thump where her clit was supposed to be.
“This is as much a part of your suit as any!” I reminded her, sawing my fingers through her lips. I kept the pressure hard and unavailing, roughly handing what I knew to be very sensitive bits. Her resounding gasp and groans proved to mark me as correct.
Legs quivering, the bitch couldn’t help but lean against me, her hand reaching out to grab my shoulder. Working my hand quickly against her slit, the wetness that had already been seeping out only increased. I could only guess the inside of her suit was porous, letting any excess liquids to seep through. Well this little thing was producing more than a little. And pretty soon I could see her juices running down my wrist.
“Okay, time to turn around!” I commented. Seemingly out of nowhere, I my hands left her body in the span of an instant. She bright eyes stared at me, dazed.
“W-What?” my fingers, gnarled as they were, knew how to fuck a pussy. Revving this girlies engine up and leavin’ her to dry was about as funny as it gets. But I kept my face seemingly passive. Still week around the knees, her hand drifted to her crotch, only to recoil when it found the amount of liquid pooling down the inside of her thighs.
“Um, oh! My suit! It seems to be, um, oh, yes! It seems to be leaking coolant!” Rushing to explain herself, her hand stayed closely pressed against her gash, like I didn’t already know exactly what was goin’ on. Rather than point this out, I just put on an agreeable expression, before lifting my saturated hand to my face and taking a big sniff.
“!” her voice box spiked, something between a moan and a shout trying to warn me. Reaching out with her hand, it stopped just sort of grabbing me before regretfully pulling back. I nodded my head. “Strange smellin’ coolant,” I remarked. Arms wrapped around herself, the freak just watched in horror as I rubbed my fingers together, creaking a long line of the stuff when they finally separated.
“Its… of Quarian make,” she mumbled, defeated. Hehe, I bet it is…
“Well good,” I smiled, “looks like you need my help after all! Tell you what, how bout you just bend yourself over that there console and I’ll stop that leak real quick. Sound good?” her body stiffed.
“Please!” she tried, “I couldn’t trouble you. The… mechanics are very complicated. It would be best for me to simply do so myself. I’ve done so many times.” Her hands were ringing together, stress bleeding through. But putting on a stern expression, I just held up my hand, the very same one that was covered in the bitches ‘coolant’.
“Now I insist!” I told her in a firm tone. “Your commander entrusted me with this job and I would just be heartbroken if I let her down. Such a courageous woman she is. What with the dangerous missions you all go on day after day. I may not be able to shoot a gun like you all, but I can take care of this. And that’s one less thing you have to worry about.”
Whoo! Someone get me a breath mint cuz I’m spitting a whole gallon of shit over here!
“But…” she paused, hand clenching an unclenching. “I, no, but...” again she faltered, slowly losing the nerve she’d built up to shield her dignity. Giving her one last push I just gave her a pat on the hip, pointing toward the console I’d already addressed.
“There we go, just leave it up to little ol’ me, and I’ve you fixed in a jiffy.” I had to actually turn her, a hand on each of her shoulders, but her resistance slowly broke down. Rather than fess up and explain that she’d gotten horny, she was willing to let me fool around with her crotch to my heart’s content. Well who was I to disappoint?
“That’s right, now just bend right over?” putting some strength into my arms, I forced her shoulder forward, keeping my hands firm until her head was level with that ass of hers. As a result, the already pronounced curves were offered even more dramatically, her big cheeks staining against the already thin membrane of her suit and defining the valley of her ass that much more.
“let’s ah, see what were workin’ with now,” I managed, licking my lips while I got behind her. Reaching out with both hands I finally accomplished what I came here to do and openly grouped the gratuitous flesh. Jumping, Tali just groaned, a small wine as she dropped her head between her outstretched arms.
Beautiful…
“hmm, ain’t feeling nothing’,” I commented. Squeezing her ass my fingers sank into the firm flesh in the best of ways. Releasing her, I allowed myself a moment to softly draw my hand along its curve, stopping only when I fell into the parted crack of her rear. Ain’t nothing a man loved more than a hand full of booty!
“Maybe something in here?” Digging my fingers into her crack, the slowly drew downwards towards her heated crotch. Bruising against the familiar damp era, I just nodded my head, making an interested noise.
It was even better than I thought. Stretched as it was, the material dug into her lips enough to make out the individual flaps. Palming the whole of it, I felt her stiffen, and pretend to search around while gave her a good rubbin’. Breathing heavily, the dangling flesh of her tits rocked back and forth.
“Yer’ leakin’ alright.” I ginned, feeling the wet material squish each time I pressed down on it. “It just keeps gushing out.” When Tali answered her tone was strained, a feigned normalcy that she struggled to maintain.
“Y-Yes, I apologize. It should stop soon,” she tried to seem hopeful. At that same moment I drove a finger hard against her sensitive lips, forcing her to subtly buck against me. “S-Soon!” she repeated, more for herself. But afterwards she quickly feel silent, the only noises coming out of her being the audible breath of her heavy lungs.
My hand shook as I worked my thump against her. Quick up and down movements, I could actually see her losing control of body. With each second gravity seemed weigh down on her with more force. Bent elbows and knees bucking under the strain of repressed pleasure. Try as she might to hold off, I wouldn’t stop until I saw this thing come undone.
“H-Have you found it?” she asked desperately, unable to even try and hide the pleasure she was feeling. Knowing she couldn’t see me, I just smiled, masking my tone to sound even a little apologetic.
“Sorry,” I sighed, never slowing my hand down for a second. “This is where the leaks heaviest but I can’t seem to find the source.” Driving the pad of my thumb against her opening, the material actually stretched enough for me dip the tip of my thick digit inside. Shocked by this new discovery, very real excitement sounded in my tone when I spoke up.
“Hey! I think I found it!” Then, before she could shout out, I forced the length of it deep into her core, the tight muscles lining the channel of her gash wrapping around me and smoothing the crooked length. She immediately bucked, though if it was away from the contact, I couldn’t say.
“!” She didn’t say a word, or at least anything that I recognized as her backward language. Seeming to choke on her own throat, a string of garbled breathing shuttered through her frame.
Hips locked, the weight on my thumb slowly increased. She actually seemed to sit back on my finger, either out of reflect or forgetting herself to the pleasure. Whatever the reason, the suit seemed to stretch to its limit, pushing deep into the warm channel of her cunt. I felt her muscles clamp around me.
Clear fluid bleed from the black material, enough that, for a second, I couldn’t help but think the freaks suite actually had done gone lost a screw. But the musky scent and slick texture could only be one thing.
Her hips twitched, small jerking movements that always seemed to align with a tightening of her innards. Frozen like this for a full minute, the freak seemed to have finally finished getting her rocks off, and came crashing back with a gasping breath.
I had to jump back, nearly crushed under that ass of her when she fell onto the floor. Ass smacking flat on the cool surface, her legs bent on either side. Both hands braced in front of her, her shoulders bent over, heaving with the heavy breaths raking her frame.
‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘talk about a hair trigger’. I was still staring at my hand, dripping with her slick, alien juices. I hadn’t thought she’d go off that fast. Almost like she’d never had something up there. That thought bright a smile to my face, wouldn’t that just be my luck.
“The fuck happened to you?”
Grinning to myself, I watched her heaving shoulders straighten, and then flinch. In the throes of pleasure she seemed to have forgotten that she wasn’t exactly alone. Hell, I doubted she even knew where she was for a second. Turning around to look at me, her eyes were like two large beacons, too wide not to see the embarrassment hidden beneath the mask.
“I…” she stopped. Because, really what could she say. Scrambling to her feet, they seemed to shake. Still affect by the tremors still rocking her numbed pelvis. She managed it after a few tries with the help of her console. But on both feet, she failed to notice the small, but notable puddle of fluid that had collected just beneath her.
“m-my suit seems to have…” she tried, but her voice was weak, almost as though even she realized she couldn’t hide what had just happened. Trailing off the words seemed to die, leaving an eerie, if not entertaining silence. I watched her shift and fidget, arms crossed stubbornly over her crotch. It was only then, without any other sounds that I could hear, that the distinct sound of beeping could be heard.
‘Beeb beep, beep.’ It was quite. Muffed by something. But listening closer, my brows went up as it seemed to be coming from the freak of all places. Still buried under the weight of her own humiliation, it seemed she hadn’t noticed yet.
“Ah…” I stared, not sure if this was normal or not. “Your ah, you is blinking.” I jabbed a finger in her direction, and she stopped. The muffled mumbles finally come to an end as she considered my words.
She started a gasp, but cut it off before it could even leave her mouth. In a rush she dashed over to the pile of cloth and tech she’d been forced to remove. In her panic, she didn’t even seem to care her tits were bouncing around and ass up in the air as she searched and searched finally, after a long moment, she seemed to find what she was looking for. A small, blank screen.
She opened up its side, to pull out a long wire. Behind her back, she plugged it end into a small port near her spine. In that moment the devise lit up, its screen flashing a bright red and strange letters scrolling in all direction. Well that’s probably not good.
“Keelah!” she swore. And immediate she began to scramble, hands running up and down her body. I was left scratching my head, until after a good long while she stomped her foot, seemingly wrought with frustration.
“A breach!” she exclaimed. Turning in my directing she shook her head back and forth in an obvious rage. “My suit, it’s been breached. But I can’t find where!” She turned back to the devise and punched her three finger hand against its screen. Whatever she was trying to do didn’t seem to work, because, after only a few tries, she pulled the jack out of her back and threw it across the room. Even still, the feint beeping continued on the other side of her mask.
“Please! You have to help me,” she begged. But shuffling my feet, my previous joy evaporated as I found my lie coming back to bite me in the ass.
Well fuck me running… I didn’t think I’d ever actually need to help fix nothin’. Freak was a freak, but that didn’t mean I wanted her dead. I scratched the back of my head, wishing she’d fuckin’ stop staring at me like she was.
“Ah…” I stalled, trying think of a way out of this. “You ah, won’t die or nothin’ right? Wouldn’t a doctor be better for this shit now?” Yea, that was better. Chakwas might be an uppity bitch, but I’d rather hand the suit rat off to her than deal with it myself. Unfortunately, Tali shook her head. And I could only groan.
“No,” she sighed, calming down if only slightly. “The ship’s air is sanitized regularly. And there are no current sickness that would threaten my people on board at the moment.” That made me stop short, a crinkled expression forming on my face.
“So… you won’t die?” Shit! That scared the hell out of me.
“No! But I we still need to hurry!” she insisted, no doubt irritated by my lack of insistence. “If we wait too long, there are still risks to sickness. You say you are a professional, then please help me! I have patches that will act a seal temporarily. But we must find where it happened. Quickly! She stressed, by then I’d already stopped giving a fuck.
So… what? She’ll get the sniffles? Well boo-fucking-hoo, make me shit myself like that. For a second there I was afraid I’d need to find some way to hide a body. But if all were talking about is the bitch getting a cold then, well, maybe the fun didn’t need to die so soon after all.
I glanced down at my thumb the same one I’d shoved just about all the way up her cunt. My yellow, broken nail stood out at its end. The normally curved edge stood out sharp and jagged. As much as we’d stretched that suit of her’s, I had a pretty good idea about where I’d popped the freaks bubble. And an even better one about what I can use to plug it up.
“You know,” I stared, smile already creeping back. “Since you’re asking I think I remember feeling a little something during my last, ah, examination.” Tali took these words with a step back, hands returning over her crotch
“Oh?” she asked, but her voice was small and anxious. I nodded my head, trying to look serious.
“Mhmm! I better get back down there to take a look. Can’t risk you getting the sniffles, now can we? How bout you bend right over the computer there and I’ll take care of things real quick.”
The last thing this bitch wanted for me to be anywhere near her alien gash. That being said, it wasn’t like she could do it herself. And the prospect of introducing someone else to help would be even worse. Wringing her three fingered hands together, she stalled for as long as she could until the insistent warnings of her own suit forced her to act.
“Just… please hurry!” Probably her boldest move of the day, she did as she’d been told. Gingerly leaning her tits over the railing of her console, the flat plain of her stomach rested on the sooth glass surface. Pointed in my direction, the picture of her ass was completely bare, her suit once again forced to accommodate by gluing to her soft ass and into each crack and crevice. She waited for me like this, big butt nervously rolling back and forth. My heart beat picked up.
I stalked toward her, hand up in preparation. If she’d been able to see my expression, face bright red and smiling like I’d hit the jackpot, it might be enough for her to finally see I might not be the professional I claim to be. Goddamned moron…
My fingers took to her ass like a fish to water, sinking in the firm flesh and squeezing each cheek for all they were worth. I could feel the bitch flinch, flexing her butt in my hand, but otherwise she didn’t react. Hell, maybe she’d even gotten used to my inspections by now. That thought only made my smile bigger. Let’s see if how she handles this…
Reaching lower, the pronounced bulb of her cunt stood out pressed against the tight material. On either side my hand circled the warm patch of skin, still wet from her earlier release. Using my thumbs, I pressed between the crack and pulled it wide. Completely splayed open, there, right where I’d been suspecting, the smallest hole seemed to have torn in the center of her cunt.
“Hmm,” I pretended to think, like a doctor examining a wound. “Hmm,” I tried again, and this time Tali looked back, the bright surface of her helmet glimmering in the dim lights as she tried to see what I was seeing.
“W-What? Have you found it?” she tried. She moved her hips, turning from side to side “Please, you must hurry then. This position is… is uncomfortable.” That part came out demure, but I didn’t bother working her up any further. I had her exactly how I wanted her.
“Now hold on!” I corrected her, moving my hands to spread her lips even further. Leaned in close, I could smell the musky dampness that seemed to carry with her. “I gotta be sure now. Gotta know I’m seeing this right. After all, what if I’m wrong and send you off still leakin’ in germs.” One hand still groping her ass, my other moved to draw between the fat lips guarding her sex, sawing back and forth between the, “I would not be able to sleep at night.”
Tali shuttered, and entire wave the shook her body in a single small tremor. No doubt she was still sensitive and tingly, and what I was doing offered little in comfort to that regard. “Just… hurry” she asked, for probably the hundredth time. I gave her cheek a small pat as assurance. I’d be sure to do my best.
With nothing else to stop me, I placed my finger against the small tear and pressed in. Stretching and malleable, the martial seemed to hold for a moment bending inward. After the tip of my finger pressed past the soft skin guarding her hole, it finally gave in. Snapping around my finger and allowing me to get my first real touch of skin on skin, Quarian pussy.
It’s easy not to believe in god when your life is in the shitter and you’re surrounded by nothing but assholes. But somehow, I couldn’t help but doubt anything but some kind of divine force could craft the universe in a way that made so many different cunt’s feel oh so wonderful.
“You ah, let me know if you feel any discomfort, got it?” I smiled, dragging my finger against the smooth walls of her insides. “I seem to of gotten inside the suit,” among other things. “Not sure what I’m touching here, but ah, seems like I might have found where you were keeping that coolant.” At the same time, forced my finger deeper, feeling her muscles tighten of shock and the burning heat of her body on the tip of my finger.
Tali gasped, back arching as she felt my finger slip deep into her body. She could have said something, anything really that could tell me where I was, but guess she was just too embarrassed. “Yes!” she groaned, struggling to keep her breath and voice down. “It’s the… um, coolant canister. But please!” she begged, “be very careful. Um… its very delicate machinery…”
“Oh you have my word…”
She her insides were tighter than hell. If she wasn’t a virgin, than I might have to enlist a couple of suit rats to take home with me after I was done with this ship. I could feel the muscles clamp down every now and then, usually when I pressed myself as deep as my finger would go. Tali, the dear that she is, did her best to pretend she wasn’t being fingered in the middle of the open ship.
The pads of my fingers were tough and callused. Tali seemed to appreciate this detail, or at least, her cunt seemed to. Despite having already come one, the faucet that seemed stuck in the back of her gash seemed to spring anew. And the warm juices were tricking free all over again.
“Good news.” I told her, still burred up to my knuckle in warm alien cunt. She didn’t bother answering, but managed to turn her head and peek at me while her shoulders rose up and down in great breaths. “Turns out, I have just the tool to stop that leak and fix your suit.” Tali hesitated for a moment, but so worked up she eventually just nodded her head, unable to think clearly enough for a real decision.
“If… you sure,” she breathed. And I nodded my head.
“Most defiantly.” I gave my finger a small wiggle. “So why don’t you just turn back around and leave everything to little ol’ me. I’ll be sure to take good care of you…” she did as asked, not all that surprising anymore. And I pulled my finger free.
Slipping out, the torn hole looked to be a little worse than it had been. And now a long string of ‘coolant’ hung out and onto the tip of my digit.
Double checking that she was face the other way, I turned my attention the front of my suite. Already bent out by the force of my dick, the damned thing has been cooped up all day with nothing to do. When it finally did get its first breath of fresh air, I sighed, happy to flex the full length.
I hadn’t really been expecting to go this far with the bitch, maybe get in a good feel of her ass and tits before running of to our ship’s lovely stress relief facility. Lines were long these days, but oh were they worth it.
Looks like I wouldn’t have to today. I was a little nervous at first, god knows what the fuck these things actually have under all that. but ain’t nothing burn or bite me when I was knuckle deep, so I could only guess it was safe enough for my dick.
“Uh-oh,” I gave a dramatic sigh. Tali didn’t look back, but she turned enough to show that she was listening.
“What has happened?” she asked, possibly even more anxious. I gave a small shake of my head, all the while giving my dick a few firm pumps.
“It would seem my tool stuck on my belt.” Another tug. Yep, it’s real stuck. “I can still use it, but don’t worry if you feel anything weird.” I didn’t bother waiting for her to answer this time, my balls churning and demanding release.
Cock in hand, I steadied myself against her huge ass and lined myself against the pea sized hole standing out against her smooth suit. Against the head of my cock, its textures was even stranger, like some kind of threaded liquid. Nevertheless, I could feel her heat. And pushing my hips forward, the turgid flesh forced its way through, tearing the hole even wider and spearing past the tight skin guarding her cunt.
Tali gasped like she’d been punched. Buried hallway up my length, the only thing that had stopped me from going all the way was the shier amount of force bearing down on my cock, keeping me where I was. Unconsciously, she couldn’t help but tighten against my intruder.
“Woooooooops!” I groaned, though not out of my own stupidity. “Sorry about that. Looks like I went a little deeper than I mean to. My bad.” But Tali didn’t answer, bent over the computers and tensed into a single clenched muscled. I gave my member a few experimental pushes, internally groaning at the wonderful friction of her smooth, wet walls. It was hard to keep my pleasure from bleeding into my voice.
“Seems,” grunt, “like I got a bit snagged on you now. I’ll have to be real careful if I don’t want to make the tear even bigger.” Just to make my point, I did just that. Shaking my hips so she could feel my cock press inside of her in many directions. “Hope it’s not anywhere too uncomfortable.”
Hands balled tightly against the console, Tali’s head was raised high in the air, before it began to turn, desperate to see what had just been shoved up inside of her. Hands on her hips, I kept her from getting free even as her panic and movement seemed to push me even deeper.
“Kelaah!” she gasped. “Wh-What is that!? I don’t-,” she cut herself off, groaning as she inadvertently squeezed down around me. Whatever she was about to say was immediately forgotten, and instead a shocked and passionate mewl lit up the front of her mask.
The thick bulge of my dick pressed deeper into her body, stretching the soft walls around me. The breath she’d been holding up to this point left in a single rush that only made her following gasp that much louder. She didn’t know what to think, much less to do. Bent over with her ass in the air, she was hardly in a position manage any decision.
With few options and building pleasure keeping her wits dull, she finally decide to bend her head towards the floor, the lights of her eyes blinking out as she clenched them tight.
“T-This is- you can’t- I-.” Seeming to try and speak, each time she was cut off by the sensation of thick, hot meat sinking deeper past her folds. Face screwed up, it was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The largest object being her own finger, and even then never so deep. Finally, the tip of my dick pressed flat against the end of her channel, and I groaned in bliss.
“Boy did I make a mess of this,” I grinned, face flushed and heat burning through my body. The first specks of sweat were already building on my brow, and licking my lips I could taste the familiar salty flavor. “I just can’t,” thrust, “seem,” thrust, “to shake myself free,” thrust. One again I pressed my dick hard against the end of her opening, groaning as a rush of electricity arched up my spine.
“Almost like it doesn’t wanna let go, eh?” And by the way her cunt was trying to choke the life of my cock, it would be easy to think that.
Feeing me bottom out, Tali’s back arched dramatically. Head shooting back, the hand that had been gripping the console for dear life let go, only to slam back down. Her head started shaking, and in a deep shuttering breath mewled in an unutterable sign of pleasure. No matter how she tried to rationalize it.
She liked me deep, I could tell if only by feeling the way she seemed to grab me and pull me in that direction. Pulling back the hot tunnel seemed to clamp down on me, milking my dick for all it was worth. I only made it half way free before I felt compelled to give the greedy cunt what she wanted, fucking myself sink balls deep in a single strong thrust.
“S-Stop!” she gasped, the thick girth of my meat forcing her apart growing to be too much. Reaching back, she still couldn’t see me, but laid her three fingered hand against my arm. “Please, j-just a moment I don’t feel… I can’t-,” but she stopped, a small tremor working it’s way through her body. It forced her hand to dig almost painfully into my arm. When her grip finally release, a low keen could be heard whining from her lips.
“Sorry,” I grunt, flexing my dick in the pit of her innards. Swelling out, her muscles clamped down on the swollen meat as it encouraging the increase in size. “I… I think I’m almost free.” The pressure in my balls made sure of that. “My tools just ah, real complex. I’ll have it out of ya, I mean, your suit in a jiffy. Just bear with.” She didn’t take this news well, shaking her head side to side while she felt the steady throb of my cock start to build.
“It… feels strange.” She gasped, breath fully panting at this point. That moment I could fee her press down, tenderly getting a feel for why I’d jammed up her cunt. “What is this tool called?” again, she tried to pear behind her, but the constant hammering of my hips and my firm grip continued to block her view.
“This darn thing,” I ignored her. I growled, like I was growing frustrated. I gave my cock few good hard pumps, and slammed my hips against her ass. Nearly sending her over the railing. In reality, the pressure inside of me was already at its peak, working up after an hour of feeling the butch up and forcing myself into the tightest cunt in the galaxy. Tali responded to my harsh treatment with several high pitched squeaks, one for each time she felt the force of my body spear her deep inside her body.
“Almost there,” I grunted. “Almost there.” I repeated this again and again, trying to ease her panic, but also warning her about the flood of semen about to fire from the end of my dick right up inside of her.
“Almost there,” and I wasn’t the only one. Wrapped around me, I could swear she had a fucking third hand currently wrapped around my dick, crushing it. The wet sounds that had started when I’d first stuck her were absolutely dripping now. My balls were covered in the shit, enough for me know when a bitch was about to blow. If anything, this only made her panic that much worse. After all, cumming in front a stranger once was bad enough. And she was about to go for a third.
She seemed more focused on controlling her body than questioning what I was doing. Pushing my dick in and out, it was actually growing difficult to move by this point. So much that I worried if I’d even get my dick back when we were done. Keeping up this pace and feeling her tight, warm walls pass over the bright red head swelling by the second, the last of my resistance left me, and a struggled moan broke through my lips.
Once again up to my balls in alien pussy, the steady pulse of gooey, hot semen spewing from my body shot through me like a lightning bolt to the point I swear my nuts were singing. Pulse after pulse, I seemed to be made of the stuff. Already pressed against her very back, I could actually feel my juices pooling around me in the tight confines of her cunt.
Right along with me, the unwanted wave of pleasure hit the freak like a brick wall, stopping her weak struggles and forcing her to seize in a single clenched muscle. Juices dripped out the tight seal of her cunt, flowing between us and onto the floor.
We stayed like this for a good long time. Still half hard, I was more than happy to feel her soft innards for as long as I could. Tali didn’t put up a fight, limply hanging off the console. If not for the occasional spasm around my dick, I’d wonder if she was even still alive. Further proof came when I finally pulled myself free, a gentle whimper that struggled to be heard.
My cock flopped out hanging out of my clothes. I took my time now putting back it its place, staring at the now gaping hole left by yours truly. Hehe, she might be needing more than a patch to close that thing up.
Getting my first real look at what laid beneath the space suit, I found myself very unimpressed. A cunt like any other I’d seen, this one’s outer lips seemed especially puffy. Colored a soft purple, a darker streak of a lavender shade split the mound right down the middle. Without my cock, the once tight hole stood open in an exhausted way. And rather than the clear juices that ran freely down her thighs, a thicker pale cream was just beginning to dribble free.
And I can assure you, that’s of one hundred percent earthling make.
“You doing okay?” rather than concerned the offer came out blunt, an obligation. If she felt touched in anyway by my gracious courtesy, she didn’t show it.
She started slowly, like each of her limbs were held down by some kind of weight. Moving her arms, she picked her chest off the console and leaned back onto her legs. This turned out to be a mistake. After only a few seconds of trembling the two long appendages gave out, sending her tumbling to the floor.
She tried to catch herself. Chest heaving, her hand grasped for the computer, but didn’t hold.
Her ass hit the ground with a solid thump. She looked a doll dropped a toddler. Limp and limps splayed out. Leaned back against the console, her head lolled forward. Just enough to that I could still see the dimming light of her eyes staring emptily into her lap.
The whole thing had been a real show to watch. Snorting, I scratched my stomach wondering if I might have been a little too rough on the girl. I had to say, when the bitch came, she came hard. She would be fine in a few hours… probably, but for now little Miss. Jabberjaw looked to be in need of a little time to let the day’s events sink in.
“Well, ah, in my professional opinion, you can probably just throw a little duct tape over it and be fine.” Tali didn’t answer. Raising her head at the sound of my voice, she was a boneless lump staring at me with empty eyes. “And let me just say, you really showed me what the Quarians are made of. A real credit to your people, you are. Not at all the thieving, sneaky, rat’s everyone seems to think.”
Though you all sure don’t seem to be the brightest bunch of fucks.
“So you can be rest assured, I’ll be when I get home I’ll be able to tell my kids just how nice, and agreeable you lot seem to be.” When I turned around to leave, she was still staring after me. Blinking in slowed down motions that seemed to be a struggle.
I left the bitch in that room with pip in my step and about a quarter of a gallon of semen short. Still had a bit left to spill, but that’s nothing a pretty little blue gall couldn’t take care of for me. With all the practice she’s been getting, she’s gotten pretty good at giving head. Though she still doesn’t seem to care for the taste. Maybe she’ll appreciate Quarian pussy more? Only time would tell.
I made my way up the long halls of the ship towards the mess hall. People passed me by without sparing me a glance. Which is why, when someone did approach me, it was something to notice.
She walked right up to me, eyes narrowed and tits nearly spilling out of the tight white peace she seemed to pore herself into. Dark black hair tumbled around her shoulders and her face was pretty enough to almost forget the stink eyes she was shooting me. The whole ship knew her, and mostly hated her. The one and only queen bitch, and second in command, Miranda Lawson.
“Ahem,” she coughed, as though I wasn’t already lookin’ right at her. I rolled my eyes.
I knew about this bitch, knew what she was trying to keep secret from the rest of the ship. Overheard her talkin’ to the Zombie one day. About how she we some kinda experiment, how she wasn’t even born. But actually made in some kind of lab to be superior or some shit. I eyed her chests and hips and had to admit, there was something superior about her alright.
She calls herself human, but no way something like her was even close. She might look the part, sound the part, and hell, even think she was human. But by my standards she might as well be another fucking freak. No better than that goddamned Frankenstein she herself put together.
“Can I help you?” I drawled, putting in no effort to disguise my true feelings about her. Stull, as monsters went it was awfully kind of her to run around in that getup of hers. Might as well enjoy it while I had the chance. Earning a leering grin, my eyes stayed on her jugs even as she cleared her throat a second time. “You should probably get the doc to get that checked out.”
“Would you like to explain to me why the entire upper half of the ship has yet to be cleaned today?” she asked, tone clipped. Tapping her foot, she crossed her arms over her chest hiding it from view. I gave a disappointed grumble, but begrudgingly looked up at her face.
Well, I certainly couldn’t say it because I was too busy fucking the ships only Quarian. “Ah, just headed there now… ma’am.” I added the last bit, if only because I thought it might help get her off my ass. Jesus, it’s like she was just waiting for an excuse.
“The days already half over!” she exclaimed. “How difficult can it really be to clean a single ship? Honestly?” pressing a hand to her forehead, she shook her head. As though she couldn’t even fathom how we mere mortals managed our daily lives. “Just because your jb is insignificant doesn’t mean you’re allowed to shirk you duties.” Well excuse, fucking, me. We can’t all be fucking made to be perfect.
“Just got distracted I guess,” I gave a weak laugh. If anything the attempt only annoyed her more. “Won’t happen again.” The fuck it won’t.
“Do you think I have time to chase you around making sure your duties are done?” she went on. “I have an entire ship to run, including missions, soldiers, inventory. Our fight against the Reapers is of the utmost importance. Which means if anyone isn’t pulling their weight, they are a detriment. And detriments are not allowed on this ship. Do I make myself clear?” And like the bitch she was, she leaned back out of my face actually waiting for me to answer.
Before, I might have glared hatefully at the woman before begrudgingly nodding my head. Before I would shuffle back to my bunk a defeated man, probably stuck jacking it while thinking about this bitches tits. Before, I might have actually given a shit. But this was not before. And rather than any of that, I found a growing smile curling my cheeks.
“Crystal ma’am.” I gave her a quick wink. “Won’t happen again.” But rather that show anything but distain for my person, Miranda took another moment frown at me before turning tail to saunter back towards her private quarters. I watched her ass the entire way.
When she finally disappeared, I let my expression drop, irritation taking my face. God damned bitch telling me to clean her messes and pick up her god damned trash. Does she got any idea how long I’ve been stuck as a janitor in the fuck-fest of a military? Too long, way too long. And without a single fucking word of thanks.
Well no more I say. About time I get some recognition for my part in this fight. For all the years I’d wasted sweeping away like it was all I was good for. And I knew just the bitch to congratulate me.
Next chapter- Employee of the month.
A/N: well, I’m sure you all guess who is coming next. I hope some of you are excited for it. It would mean a lot if you took the time leave a small comment or review of what you thought.
Till next time.
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