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Samus Aran: Log #2671
I, Samus Aran, am a pervert.
I'm not entirely sure how it all started, but if there is one thing I beleve helped me uncover my perverted tendencies, it's how much time I spend alone, whether it's on my apartment in the capital or in space in my ship and during missions. It's only whenever I'm by my clients or fellow bounty hunters, or when I choose to loosen up and go out, that I am around people in general. But most of the time, I am by my lonesome. I feel this may have woken up a certain curiosity in my body which I have never had before, and it seems like no matter how much I try, I never truly feel satisfied.
I'm not exactly a stranger to sex. Although I have yet to enjoy the taste of a man, I have seen plenty of stimulating material, both in static images and video forms. This was the first thing I did as I became interested in sexual things recently. Before that time, I had dismissed such pornographic material as useless and stupid, but my curiosity led me to browse the galactic network for the so called "nasty, unsightly" material. Now, around a year later, I have a subscription to around four porn sites I consider exceptionally good, including "Space Babes 3001" and "Grinding Assteroids" (I thought the intentional typo was funny). My personal favorite fetish? Exhibitionism. That moment when the person is buck naked in a place where they could be found out at any moment. I thought that sort of thing would inject a sense of thrill unlike anything else. Those moments where they're caught, or when they intentionally walk towards other people, were among those I craved the most. I watched other stuff, like gangbangs, kinks, anal and other stuff, but that one is the one that led me down an interesting path.
After watching I don't know how many hours of people exposing their naughty bits to the public, I became curious and interested to try that very thing myself. Being the socially awkward individual that I was, I didn't know where to begin. So I decided to start in the privacy of my house. I was used to seeing myself naked, but I wanted to try and see if I could stay naked while I went about my regular business at my house. The first time I lasted a grand total of ten minutes before I reached for the towel. The worry that someone might discover me completely overwhelmed my desire to continue, despite the fact that I took every precaution by locking my door, disabling any cameras nearby and closing all windows. The next time I forced myself to remain naked by throwing all my clothes into the laundry machine and having to wait at least thirty minutes until I could have something wearable again. In those thirty minutes, I made a quick run from my laundry room to my kitchen to grab a drink. The sudden feeling of cold air all over my bare skin felt like a rush. The chill of the air was only matched by the electricity running through my spine. My nipples, my belly button, my pubic hair, my crotch... all there in the open. Of course, no one would see since, one again, I made sure to close everything, but the sensation was amazing nevertheless.
Over the next months, I practiced staying naked more and more. Eventually, it felt natural to be completely nude in my apartment, to the point that I barely closed the door when I entered before I shed all my clothing and remained like that until I left. Every time I could get away with it, I would be in the nude. I even modified my gunship so it would have a compartment where I would store my Zero Suit as well as a small helper bot who would dress and undress me. And all my comm link cameras were modified so anyone who called me would only see my face. If I only moved around a bit or if the camera controls malfunctioned at any point during the video call, they would see every bit of my naked body, and probably my reputation and professionalism would be called into question, but the thrill of the danger was greater than that. Sometimes I would spend entire days naked as I traveled the galaxy to reach my next target, and being naked for so long inevitably led to another turn in my perverted path: masturbation.
Among the many porn videos I binge-watched, I became increasingly aware of the women playing around with their vaginas... or "pussies", as I heard them calling it so much. I considered how ignorant of sex I was not long before that, since I wasn't even aware that one could derive pleasure from such a place. So I wanted to try it. One day, not long after I began experimenting on staying naked at home, I sat on my bed and began reaching down to my... pussy. I left the porn sites running videos in the holoscreens to have some stimulation while I tried this for the first time. It was awkard at first. I didn't know where exactly to touch, and it felt more like I was rubbing my fingers against any part of my skin. But then, as if by magic, I found the spot. It was a mixture of rubbing my thumb on a small bulbuous area (my clitoris, I learned) and poking another finger or two into the nearby hole which gave me a jolt, similar to my eperience with the fridge, except about ten times greater.
"Mmmgh!"
A moan escaped my lips, and my face was feeling hot. I was feeling weird, but I wanted to continue, so I did. I kept rubbing my clit with my thumb and I kept driving fingers down my pussy as well as my dexterity allowed.
"Mmfh! Oh!"
More moans. An involuntary response to my act. An audible signal of my pleasure, and one indicator that I was doing something right. I rather enjoyed the moaning in the porn videos I watched, and although it felt kinda weird hearing my voice doing those sounds, I didn't even try to keep them quiet. It almost seemed like some self-stimulation. Besides, my mind wasn't quite clear. It felt like the world around me was fading into a blur as I kept pleasuring myself. The pleasure jolts kept getting stronger and more frequent, I began breathing more heavily as my moans became more frequent, my left hand instinctively reached to grab my boobs, and I couldn't think of anything else. And then I felt it. A large jolt that ran through my entire body, from my head down to my toes. It was nearly indescribable, as it was unlike anyhitng else I've felt so far. The only thing I could think then was:
"I came."
I flopped down on my bed, seemingly spent after such an "excercise". But then I felt something. My sheets... they were wet. I wasn't exacly surprised, as I've seen somehting similar happen in various videos, but I guess I wasn't thinking about it when I began figering myself. I passed my fingers on the wet surface, and noticed it had a very interesting feel to it. Not viscous like mucus, but not quite water either. I didn't know what to make of the smell, though. I had quite enjoyed myself, but time kept moving, so I had to move too, and that meant washing my bedsheets.
I kept practicing masturbation on almost daily basis, usually accompanied by a porn video to help me get aroused. In a good chunk of videos I watched, however, I've noticed several props being used: vibrators, dildoes, butt plugs, and an assortment of other items whose names escape me. It made me wonder if my "play time" was getting monotonous without those items. I didn't even come up with a concrete answer before deciding I wanted those toys anyay.
There was a problem, though. I usually buy my stuff through online orders and have them delivered to my door. However, I was getting increasingly paranoid that my enemies and rivals were looking into what I buy to either blackmail me or upstage me. This was not without prescedent, since a rather feared bounty hunter tried to get the drop on me once sporting a slightly modified beam cannon, and he got the schematics from a missile modification I ordered. Nowadays I take a more hands-on approach with building my own tools, and I now order disassembled parts seemingly at random to keep my opponents guessing. With that, I wondered what they would say or do if they figured out I was ordering sex toys online. I wanted them, but they weren't essential enough to risk it by leaving a discernable trace.
Thus, I donned a disguise, I put on a holographic mask, dyed my hair and collected some credits, and made my way to the Capital's red district. This was an extremely risky and dumb move, as a lot of people who would consider me their enemy make their home in this side of town. I personally don't come here unless it involves a bounty, and I never wear the same disguise twice. The worst part is due to my choice of disguise, I had not weapons on me, save a small emergency pistol that'll only stun one guy before I'm forced to run for it. But dammit, I was horny enough to risk all that for a few masturbation aides. Thankfully, I made it to the sex shop without anyone taking notice of me.
After I bought what I wanted, I moved quickly to catch the next transport out of that place. I was careless, however, and I slammed headfirst into a big burly man. When he turned around, everything froze. His skin was red and brown, he had a black and grey beard but no hair on his head. Instead, he had a long, painful-looking scar running atop his skull. I should know, as I gave him that scar. It was Keelo, one of the most dangerous criminals around. Sometimes I wonder why people like him haven't gotten the death sentence yet, but I remember that he has a lot of influence in the government. There's a reason why I've been called to confront him more than once. But this was the worst possible time to bump into him.
"Who the hell dares to crash into me while I'm walki...?" Keelo roared as he turned around to see me. Once he laid eyes on me, however, he went quiet. I was hoping my disguise was enough to fool him into thinking that the woman in front of him was not the implacable bounty hunter that sent him to the slammer a couple of times. "Uh... oh, excuse me, miss. Didn't mean to be rude, see?"
Bingo. If there's an easily exploitable weakness Keelo has, is that he's naturally kind to women. Right then, he wasn't seeing the hated Samus Aran, he was seeing the mousy blue-skinned Jalonia, one of the personas I created in order to do covert infiltration, and she was one of the few who have been consistently useful without being caught. "D... don't worry." I answered in a high-pitched stuttering voice I've developed especially for this one character. "I w... was in a hurry a.. and didn't see you, sir."
"No worries, miss!" Keelo continued. I was never really sure if he tried to flatter and flirt with the ladies or if he was genuinely flustered in these situations. "Hey, how's about you and me go to the bar and have a drink to take off the edge? My treat!" Yup. Definitely flirting.
"Uh... sorry, sir, b... but I am in a hurry." I turned him down as I continued walking past him. I was banking on his prescedent that he would not continue hounding a woman if she wouldn't have anything he was giving. And sure enough, despite some intelligible words of encouragement followed by frustration, Keelo did not pursue me. It was funny to me, seeing a hardened criminal being such a gentleman when it came to women. I wondered if perhaps our association would be different if we had met unter different circumstances.
But I was not about to dwell on that. I went and did what I wanted to do, and I made it back home with my spoils. Now I was eager to try them out. I sat on my bed with my new sex toys and wondered which one should I try out first. "Eenie, meenie, miney, mo!" It sounds childish, I know, but I only really cared to try something out. My finger landed on one of the small remote-controlled vibrators, which were about the size of both my thumbs together. I turned it on in the palm of my hand to test it, and the vibrations felt really nice. The store clerk told me these were good to use on my pussy without much effort, so up the hole it went. It slid in quite nice and snugly, but the moment of truth awaited, so I turned it on.
"OH! Aaaaahmmmph!" I bit my nearby pillow in response. The sensation was about as sudden as it was amazing. I was not ready for how much pleasure this tiny little gadget could give me. As the egg-like vibrator shook my insides, an idea struck me: this thing was virtually invisible while inside me... I could just keep one of them stuck up my pussy whenever I'm out. The possibilities were making me drool. Or perhaps it was the vibrator doing that. My body was succumbing to tremors of pleasure, and the epicenter was beteen my legs. However, I wanted to continue exploring the other toys, so I turned the vibrator off and fished it out.
The next item I chose was a butt plug. I was leery of this at first, but the store clerk insisted that stuff like butt plugs, anal beads (which I also got) and other things dedicated to playing with the ass brought along a different kind of feel from playing with the pussy. I looked at the translucent object in my hand and wondered how could this fit in my asshole, but that's why the store clerk also suggested I buy some lubricant (she really had some interesting ideas). I smeared some lubricant on the cone-shaped tip, and just to be certain, I also used the lubricant on my asshole, as deeply as my finger allowed. It felt reallly weird shoving my slender finger up my ass, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to try the thicker plug in, but my curiosity got the better of me.
"Let me see how I... Mmm... AH!" I could feel my ass slowly expand as I tried to push the plug in. My asshole was giving so much resistence, though, to the point I wondered if this was even possible. I pushed and twisted, and I could hear the lube making wet sounds as I pressed on. It felt weird, this mixture of pleasure and discomfort, and a bit of frustration as I made no real progress. And then...
"AH!"
... It went in. I was briefly shocked at how sudden it went in, despite my attempts to do just that. It was strange, I thought it would be more painful than it was. I was still pretty tense, and I could feel the walls of my ass clenching at the buttplug. Despite this, I wondered what to do next with this. I tried twisting it, and... "Aaah.. OH!" The feeling of the buttplug rubbing on the inside of my ass was overpowering. It as definitely different than anything I've felt so far. This could also be interesting to keep on at certain times, but I did want to try more of my toys, so I grabbed the tip to pull the plug. However, the whole thing was smeared with lube, and I couldn't get a decent grip on it... and it slipped.
"AAAAH! OOOH! MMMNGH!" My moans were running unchecked. The buttplug slammed back into my ass, and it felt like it was pushed back violently. Amidst the sudden surge of pleasure with a dash of pain, this made me wonder if this is how anal felt like. My vision went blurry for a short while and I was breathing hard, and I wondered if I had actually cummed. For now, I decided to keep the buttplug in.
The third item was a dildo, which had circular bumps all over and was a vibrator as well. I knew where this one went, but I wanted to try something first. I laid down and turned on the motor, and began massaging my tits with the dildo. The soft vibration combined with the bumps woke up the sensitive parts in my boobs and my nipples, and that gentle caressing felt soooo good. I decided to press the dildo in between my tits and the vibration made me chuckle, strangely enough.
"Okay..." I grabbed the dildo and began moving it down my body. I was preparing myself mentally for what I was about to do. I've seen this done countless times in porn videos, but doing it myself was an entirely different beast altogether. I pointed the tip of the dildo, still gently vibrating, where the hole in my pussy was. I was nervous about this, moreso than the buttplug, because I didn't want to lose control and go too deep and end up breaking my hymen. I breathed a couple of times to calm myself down and then I slowly began pushing the dildo in.
"Mmmmnnnh... Ooooh!" The dildo went in way easier than the buttplug did. The feeling I got was like the smaller vibrator from last time, except this was bigger and the bumps provided a certain texture and unique feel as I kept shoving it in. I stopped for a second to get a good look at what I was doing. For the firs time ever, something as long and thick as this was inside me. already, half of the dildo had disappeared, hidden right up my pussy, ready to be used. I thought this was a good depth to keep the dildo, so I grabbed its base and began thrustung it in and out.
"Mmmmnnnngh! AaaaaAAAH! OOOOH!" It felt like pure bliss. It felt so much better than simply fingering myself. The thrusting, the vibrations, the bumps... I felt like there was a symphony of pleasure coming out of my pussy, and the dildo was the director's baton. And to top it off, the vibrations reached the buttplug, giving me an extra layer of sensations from my asshole. I began by thrusting slowly, but as the sensations mounted, Icontinued thrusting harder and faster. My mind was going blank... I could only concentrate on me and my pussy. I couldn't control my moaning sounds, nor could I control my left hand taking the small vibrator and caressing my tits with it. I felt hot, and I couldn't stop myself.
"Aaaah! Aaaaah! AAAAaaaah! AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
In reality, I didn't last long before I came. I spasmed as what felt like ten thousand volts in pure pleasure ran through me. I let go of the toys in my hands and flopped down limply in my bed. The dildo was still stuck in my pussy and I could still feel its vibration hitting the walls in my insides, but I had neither the strength nor the desire to pull it out yet. There were other toys I didn't try then, but I figured I'd use them at a later date. Amidst the sloshing of the dildo, I sensed a larger than usual stain of my love juices around my leg and on the bed. appropiately, I had cummed more than previous times, and far from being frustrated for the mess, I felt satisfied. And then... I saw it.
A single say of sunlight.
I turned around immediately to the horrific realization that the large, round window by my bed was wide open, and I was exposed to anyone who even glanced this way. My apartment was 40 floors up a large apartment complex, but there were still many other buildings close by, and anyone with even the most rudimentary of magnifying lenses could see inside my apartment if they wanted.
I panicked and wrapped myself in my bedsheets as fast as possible. As I tried to find the window controls, I thought back to why did this happen. "I came back with my stuff, I put them in my bed, I got naked, and... Oh, no!" I was too excited about my toys, too preocupied with testing them out, and perhaps too flustered with my unfortunate encounter with Keelo earlier on that I completely forgot to close everything up. And even though I had my back to the window the whole time, It would've been easy for anyone to infer what was happening in here.
"How could I have been so stupid? Why didn't I notice the window? DAMMIT!" I cursed myself as I hit the button to close all my windows. All this time experimenting and playing around with sex and my body, one of my biggest priorities was to be careful, to protect myself particularly from those who would take unfair advantage of the knowledge that the Feared Hunter Samus Aran was a sex-starved ninpho that played with herself and was extremely vulnerable while doing so. Being careless could mean in the end for my career, not because of my reputation, but because of my safety. And then I ended up leaving my windows open, giving the world a free fap show simply because I couldn't take five seconds to secure my living quarters.
Those were my thoughts as I paced around in my common room cursing myself, but as I did that, another thought sneaked into my head.
'Didn't you want to do this?'
That stopped me cold. It brought me back to my first month of curiosity. Of all the kinks and fetishes that I watched, the one that intrigued me the most was ehibitionism. Watching individuals go naked or even have sex in places where other people might see them, or even outright where others CAN see them, turned me on like nothing else. That was what inspired me to be buck naked in my home and in my ship. The risk of discovery was minimal, but I still enjoyed the thrill of being naked in a place one wasn't supposed to.
'Didn't you want to do this?' The thought repeated in my head. I thought about myself and my life so far. Being a galactic bounty hunter, I travel the planets in a full suit, often covering every inch of my body, my face included, not only as a means to protect myself from attack, but also to conceal my true identity to those who need not know how I look. Due to the gravity of my job, as well as cetrain other situations that happened in my life, I grew to be a loner, never truly opening up to anyone or letting them in. In fact, other than the landlady and the odd delivery guy, no one has set foot in my apartment other than me. One can say I had lived a very closed-off life, keeping a lot of stuff bottled inside of me.
But this... this new curiosity. It felt more like an outlet to let out frustrations. It felt like I've been handed a ticket to freedom. It was scary, yes, because all big changes are. People don't generally like drifting too far off the norm, to leave their comfort zone. But change can be exciting and fun, just like the changes I've done so far. It's just a matter of moving forward, out of one's comfort zone.
So the window incident happened. What was I to do next? was I going to recoil back like a snail and try to forget everything happened? Or was I going to move forward, and use the freedom ticket I was given? After a short time deliberating, I decided... and pushed the button to open my windows.
I walked back into my room and took a good look at what I had in front of me. There was my bed, a queen size with plain white sheets, an assortment of sex toys were strewn around on top of it, and it had a very conspicuous wet stain near the center. Behind it, a gigantic window that ran from the ceiling almost all the way down to the floor. I was scared. This was the first time I was willingly showing my body to the world like this. But there was this delirious excitement, much like the first time I went naked in my apartment, which propelled me ever forward. I climbed my bed and walked over to the large glass window. I closed my eyes, breathed in deeply... and I let go of the bedsheets covering my body. I stayed like that for a couple of saeconds, afraid to open my eyes and face what might be facing me. But eventually I opened an eye and saw... nothing particularly new. The same buildings in front of me. The same air vehicles zipping by. The same streets and walkways below me. The same Capital City I see every morning. The only difference was me. For the first time, I was greeting the outside world in my birthday suit. No one was noticing me, but I couldn't help feeling nervous and excited. The possibility that there were people looking at me from the other buildings made my heart thump really fast inside my chest. I was breathing heavily, and I began to feel how my nipples were getting hard. I had nowhere to hide, and that felt exciting.
Then I remembered one thing. "The buttplug." I still had my buttplug stuck in my ass. I decided to cap off this day by showing everyone who might be watching me my ass as I pull out my buttplug. Thus I turned around and got on all fours, sticking up my butt for emphasis. I reached and touched until I found where my buttplug was. With time, it had become a lot less sliperry, so I began to pull on it slowly. "Mmmnnnh! Are you looking as my ass? Oooh!" I spoke mid-moans to no one in particular. I tried talking like I've heard numerous times in the porn videos to see if speaking dirty like that provided some sort of stimulus. I'm... not sure I was being as effective as the porn stars were. "Mmmmnnn! Come take a look as I pull out this buttplug from my ass. See? Mmmnnn! See my ass getting bigger by this plug!" I kept talking like that amidst moans as I kept pulling to get my buttplug out. Then, after some wiggling back and forth, the toy was free once again.
And then I promptly shut the windows.
After that day, I continued experimenting with opening the windows while I was naked in my apartment. Initially, I would only keep them open for a few short minutes, and always at different times. Over time, minutes became an hour, and an hour became several hours, and lately, it's been days. And this brings us to the present day. Nowadays, I only truly close the windows whenever I'm away a long period of time and since I've been home a while, my windows have remained open for a full week. I've even adjusted my bed so it's ever-so-slighty tilted towards the bedroom window. In the six months since the first incident with the window, I have yet to see anyone specifically looking at my apartment or bring attention to my escapades, but that hasn't stopped me from being more and more daring with my window shows. After all, who knows who might be watching covertly, jerking off to my body. Just the thought of that sends shivers down my cunt.
"Mmmmnnn! You like that, don't you?" I spoke to my imaginary audience as I tried out my newest toy: a two-prong dildo that serviced my pussy and my asshole simultaneously. "MMMmmnn! You love seeing my naked body, you dirty perv! You would love to be here and be this dildo, would't you? Wanna touch this dirty stut, huh? Wanna drive your dirty cock into my wet and pink pussy, don'tcha? Mmmhhh! Oooooh yeah!"
I kept pleasuring myelf as I looked out the window to see how everyone else went about their usual business. The taxi drivers transporting businessmen to their appointments, The men and women walking in the streets below me, the people going about their business in the buildings ahead. Could anybody see me? Have they seen this perverted girl who a year ago wouldn't even dare to try something like this, yet here I am on a daily basis masturbating in different ways and countless poses, imagining their stares, wondering wht they'd say, getting off at the potential that one, just one person actually looks this way and sees me naked with a vibrator shoved up my pussy.
I turned around so my pussy can be better shown. I let go of the dildo I had and reached for my anal beads. One by one, I inserted the balls into my asshole, letting out an unfiltered moan of pleasure every time one passes the threshold. Then I grabbed my trusty vibrator, the first one that I shoved inside me. "Now it's Steve's turn, alright." Steve was the vibrator's name. I dunno, he looked like a Steve. I turned the vibrator on and began shoving it in my pussy. Unlike my first time, I'm not as scared of it anymore, and I immediately began thrusting the vibrator in and out. "Unnnnngh! Please! Please look at my lewd body! My gaping hole! My slutty tits! Aaaaauuunnhh!" My voice pitched up quite high as I continued using my vibrator. "Listen to the lewd noises coming out of my pussy! Come on! Ravage me with your looks! Violate me with your eyes! Give me what I deserve! I want a thick, hard cock in my pussy and my asshole! Cum all over my body! Aaaah! Aaaah! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING! OOOOOOOH!"
And with a loud moan, I came all over my bed again, and flopped down in my bed after the climax sapped my strength. One would think I had a system to avoid so many soiled bedsheets, but I really didn't care. I didn't care as I'd masturbate whenever I felt like it inside the apartment, leading to soiled tabletops, carpets, sofas, windows, doors, steps, chairs, mirrors and many other surfaces as victims of my relentless pursuit for perverted pleasure. Thankfully I bought a top-notch cleaning bot that leaves all soiled areas as good as new. I don't care, just like I don't care if anyone could see that I am always naked in my house through my windows. I don't care if that someone recognized me one day and called me a pervert or a whore. I don't care anymore.
[DING DONG]
The doorbell. Its ring snaps me out of my daze and I sit up on my bed. I notice that I still had the vibrator inside my pussy and I pull it out as I open up the sound channel to the doorbell. "Yes?" I ask.
"Delivery for Aran." A young man's voice rings through the speakers. Delivery? Oh, that's right! I Ordered some parts for my gunship. They certainly got here earlier than I expected.
"Com... eh... I'll be there in a sec." I say and I walk over to my closet. I grab my coat and am about to put it on when a quick thought crosses my mind: "Why don't you try it now?" I've been content so far with the illusion of exhibitionism, he thought that perhaps, someone somewhere can see me doing all sorts of naughty things while I'm here in the safety of my apartment, fourty stories above the ground. I never considered actively seeking people to see me. And this was quite a unique opportunity.
So I opened the door.
"Ms. Aran? I'll need you to conf... eh?"
On the other side of the door was a young human man, shorter than me, who looked no older than 20. Poor kid had his mouth drop when he saw that I aswered the door buck naked. Considering his neatly combed hair, his clean clothes and his mannerisms, he's probably new to this job, and this is the first time he's encountered anything like this. I honestly didn't know who was more nervous, me or him, but I willed myself to calm down enough to speak normally. "Can I help you?"
"Uh...Yeah, I... well, if you could... ahem, confirm your identity with this... this tablet, and I'll leave the... the stuff... I mean, the package with you." Poor guy was a nervous wreck. Makes me wonder if I was causing some sort of trauma. Well, too late for that now.
"Of course!" I take the tablet the delivery guy was extending towards me and move to the kitchen counter for my ID card. "Can you please bring the package inside?" I hear footsteps behind me, as well as the soft hum of a hoverboard. I don't look behind me as I take my sweet time validating my ID with the tablet, taking special care to slowly swing my ass left and right. As I did that, I wondered if he was looking? Could he see the anal beads hanging out of my ass? Could he see my pussy, where I had a vibrator not 10 minutes ago? Could he see my legs, glistening and shimmering with my love juices dripping down from my holes? Could he be trying to reach, wondering if he could grab my buttcheeks? How would I react if he did so? Would I be able to contain myself, or would I just lose...?
[BEEP BEEP]
Suddenly, the tablet flashed green. The validation sound took me off my trance, and I turned around to face the nervous delivery guy. As I thought, he was definitely looking at every inch of my backside, as evidenced by that flustered look on his face. His hands were behind his back, though. Perhaps he was thinking more about his job than his dick. "All done. Here you go!" I extend both my arms to give back the tablet, making sure to prop up my tits and bring special attention to them. It worked. The delivery guy doesn't look where to look anymore.
"Th... thanks." The delivery guy managed to answer. He took the tablet and stumbled around the large delivery box before walking out the door. "Haveagooddaymiss." He rushed to say before walking away.
I walked behind him and wave him goodbye. "Be safe! Don't be a stranger!" After doing that, I realize I was out my door in the 40th story hall. There was no one out, but I didn't even consider what I was doing. After noting that, I rushed inside and locked the door.
I was actually excited for the delivery I got. I opened the box and saw exactly what I wanted to see: a bunch of scrap parts, seemingly chosen at random, which had no logical way of being put together. As I said before, I have a lot of rivals and imitators, to the point that they scan my mail and try to reverse-engeneer my technology. Thus, I buy ship upgrades in such an odd way and assemble them myself. I had to learn a lot of stuff to get to the point thatI can build my own upgrades, but I feel it's worth it in the end. Also, it keeps my rivals guessing.
I dress appropiately and leave to the hangar where my gunship is docked. The people in the hangar are very trustworthy, and they know me well. "Oi, Samus! 'Ere for a spot o' tune up?" A small troll-like guy with large pointy ears, grey skin, sharp fangs and a mullet greeted me.
"Hi, Vic. Yeah, I'm goint to tinker with my ship for a while." I point to the box in front of me and begin walking toard the hangar door that houses my ship. "Let me know if anything's up."
"Will do, darlin'" And with that, the tiny troll walked away as well. I'm reminded how I came accross this place. I first had my gunship in a Galactic Federation hangar, but they were too stuck up with their way of doing things, so I got out as soon as I could. The second place was nice enough, but I could tell the manager was kinda shifty and several hangars got robbed and vandalized. I got out of there before they touched my ship and found this little place, and so far I have no complaints.
And there it was, my gunship in all her orange glory. Just as I left it. Due to my unique design, it has no cargo door, so I have to unload all the parts to a bag, carry that bag with myself to the main entrance, and navigate from inside where I want to work. Thankfully, I'm working on the easily reachable cockpit. I pull out a toolbox from a floor compartment and go to town with my chair. Before long, The black leather seat went down unceremonously. Not all the modifications I do to my gunship are combat-related. Some are cosmetic, like my trademark orange paint job, sometimes they're livelihood-related, like adding a fridge to keep food fresh. Some, like my little project here, are added due to my developing interest in sex.
After roughly two hours tinkering with the base of my seat, soldering parts together, rewiring the electrical lines, securing the pneumatics, and doing other things to polish thing up, the chair was back up and fitted with some improvements.
[BEEP BEEP BEEP]
And it couldn't be done at a better time. I open the comm link in my gunship to respond the call from the Galactic Federation.
"Samus Aran? This is First Lieutenant Freeman." A military man I have never seen before greeted me. "We have a mission for you. We need you to travel to Sector 35B to observe and analyze some suspicious activity in that area. This is only an observation mission, so we do not forsee any combat activity needed. We'd, uh, send one of our own, but we wanna avoid any unnecesary confrontation with other spacecraft." He says that, seemingly unaware that my ship is a giant magnet for confrontation. Still, I was not just about to give up on potentially easy money.
"I understand. I accept, sir."
"Very well, we're sending the coordinates and details of the mission to you. Your pay will be sent to your pre-selected account upon success of your mission. Godspeed, Samus." And with that, the unsurprisingly terse lieutenant closed the comm link. Now, the easy money was part of the reason why I accepted. This mission gave me ample time to test out my newest addition to my gunship. Thus without delay, I depart to the place in the coordinates.
Once I am in deep space, I decide to begin my test, so I strip completely naked and remove the leather-bound cushion from my seat, revealing a metallic surface curved to match perfectly with my ass. It had several lines going front to back, a few of these forming two circles along the middle of the surface. I sat in the cold metal seat and pulled out a remote control from beneath the chair, and pressed two buttons. Then from the two circles sprung two piston-like cylinders, which lodged themselves inside my asshole and pussy. "Aaaaauuugh!" I moaned in surprise, not only for the sudden thrusting, but also for the cold metallic surface of the cylinders.
Yes, I just installed metallic dildos in my chair. And not just any metallic dildos. As I went through the settings with the remote, I tested everything I programmed them to do. I made them secrete lube for easier usage. I had them pump one at a time and both at the same time. I tested how they could change their thickness on the fly. I tested with changing the surface of the cylinders with various types of bumps and ridges. I tested changing the cylinders' temperature, from icy cold to scorching hot (I personally prefer the colder spectrum). I had them thrust in alternate. I tested their speed and their depth. I tested their vibration and their subtle tumble-like spin. I tested it all, and it was all glorious.
"Ooooh! Ooooh! Oh, my pussy! My pussy's being pounded like this, so mercilessly!" I had a juxaposition of sensations going around. My body was feeling hot, but my pussy was quite cold as I set the cylinders to a low temperature. My breathing was getting shallow and my moans fery frequent. My vision was getting cloudy and my mind was not clear anymore. These pistons were making me lose control, which is why I'm glad my gunship is equipped with an autopilot, so I could enjoy myself while I made it to my destination. I rested my head in the dashboard, and from my contorted position I could see the cylinders pumping in and out of me. And in that moment of hazy bliss... my finger slipped.
I ran my thumb through the speed control of the remote, and the front cylinder began thrusting like crazy. My eyes bulged and my muscles tightened. My hands reached out and grabbed whatever they could as tightly as possible. The speed at which the front cylinder was going was utterly insane, superhuman even. It was a near constant stream of pleasure and pain coming out of my pussy, and I was actually worried that this could tear it apart. I could feel tears streaming down my face alongside a steady line of drool. "AAAAAaaaaaAAAAAaaauuuuUUUUuu! OOOoooooOOO! AH! AH! OW! AH! OW! AH!" My moaning was being replaced often by cries of pain, and they were nearly non-stop. I tried to stop it, but my mind wasn't clear enough to use the remote. he cylinder kept going and my pussy was being pounded intensely and harshly. But despie the punishment I was receiving, I could feel myself getting hornier.
"AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuuuuhhh!"
And it happened. I came. I splurted loads of love juice all over the metallic seat. But most important of all, both cylinders stopped thrusting immediately and reverted to their basic shape. It was a very important test I wanted to try, as I programmed the ship to monitor several things of me when I use the cylinders and to stop them as soon as it detects I have cummed. This was a failsafe in case I forget to turn them off so I can get a rest after cumming. Regardless, after such an experience, I felt llike my brain was effectively fried and I couldn't even sit straight anymore. My eyes were completely out of focus and I couldn't stop drooling. If it weren't for the cylinders still stuck to my ass and pussy, I probably would've fallen to the floor. If I could use words to describe that experience, it was like I was in heaven and hell at the exact same time.
"Samus."
My eyes shot open and I suddenly sat straight. My comm link was open and someone was videocalling me. I force myself to focus and see it was Lieutenant Freeman. I wonder how I looked to him at that moment. Fresh out of my most intense and painful cum yet, my face was quite flushed, my eyes were glazed, unfocused and teary, and my breathing was deep and laborious. Still, I willed myself to talk as normal as possible to the lieutenant. "Y... yes?"
"Uh, well..." The lieutenant stumbled on his words, which considering his cold demeanor, looked a tad weird. Maybe it had something to do with my flushed face, and hopefully nothing else. I'm almost certain my camera was set up so he couldn't see below my chin. Almost. "Once you reach the destination, make sure there are no foreign spacecraft before beginning your observations. Also, make sure you capture footage to send alongside your report. Understood?"
In retrospect, he sounded so condescending, like he thought he was dealing with an amateur. However, my head was not fully clear yet, so I didn't pick up on his tone. "Yes, sir." I answered. I was about to close the comm link when the lieutenant stopped me.
"Oh, and one more thing." Lieutenant Freeman continued, despite my overwhelming desire for him to shut up. "I know you're currently on your own ship and everything, but... please cover yourself up." And with no more words, he shut off the comm link.
I was shocked. How did he know? What exacly did he mean by that? I decided to put up the feed from my camera onscreen, and... I couldn't believe it. There I was, in my completely naked self. You could see every inch of my tits, my bare stomach, and my opened legs. You could see the cylinder stuck inside my pussy, and the shine of my love juices coating the cylinder and my legs. About the only thing you couldn't see of me was anything below my knees. My camera had reset to its default position, and I was terrified.
I considered what could've cause this mishap. At first I considered hacking, since Lieutenant Freeman kept talking about foreign spacecraft, and maybe some people around could try to hack my systems. However, I have the most robust and complex ship OS around which would alert me of any unauthorized entry attempts, so I could easily rule hacking out. Then, it hit me.
"The cylinders!"
Because of the complex rewiring I had to do to make the cylinders work with the rest of the ship, I had to reset the whole ship once. That must have made the camera (and perhaps other non-essential components) revert to its default settings, which was a full shot of the cockpit chair and its occupant. So in a sense, due to my negligence, I gave a bit of a show to the Lieutenant. This wasn't like flashing a simple delivery guy I may never see again. This was my client for the mission, and a First Lieutenant in the Federation to boot. If he so much as breathed a word about my sexual deviance to anyone else, my job security would be severely damaged.
I sighed deeply. I did not see the light at the end of my tumultuous tunnel, and all I could think is how royally did I screw up. So, all I could do now was finish the appointment mission as best as I could and have a talk with Lieutenant Freeman afterwards. I lowered the cylinders, activated their cleaning routine (their very final test), got cleaned up myself, got dressed in my Zero Suit, and put my game face on. I was relatively close to my target location, anyway, so I would've gotten myself ready like so already, but now I had an added scoop of shame.
After some time observing and writing down my findings, I submitted my report to the Lieutenant. After about 10 minutes, I receive a notification that a payment was made to my account. Despite my mission being successful, I sigh, dejected. "Not even a written message. I guess I'll have to see him in person." And with that, I returned to Capital City.
After that, it was a bit rough to go back to the swing of things, but as the sting of my exposure lessened, my desire to continue my perverted ways increased. My experience with my previous sex toys have led me to want to build my own vibrator. It had a similar technology to the cylinders in my gunship with its ability to shift textures to become more bumpy or rough on the fly. My personal touch was a device I call the flying puck which I installed on the base, making it the world's first vibrator (that I know of) that can fly around and be used hands-free. So, like always, I decide to test it out.
"Mmmmmnnnnh! Aaaaaauu! That is deliiiicious!" I was sitting in a bar stool in my kitchen, my hands grasping the counter behind me, watching the unmanned vibrator go to town with my pussy. My windows were wide open, my security cameras were unlocked, my screens had porn running on the background, and I had new sex toys lying in wait. The apartment had a certain smell that definitely wasn't there last year, a smell of sweat and bodily fluids, a smell derived from please and ecstasy, a smell that, while subtle, reeked of perversion. In the year since I began exploring a side of me I didn't know, I have seen things and done things I never before thought I'd do. I have seen a slow and sometimes awkward progress towards a freedom and a relief I never thought I needed. I have awakened my sexual desires, and the slutty whore inside of me refuses to go back to sleep. There are still several things I would love to try out, like figuring out how to stroll outside in the nude without compromising myself, and I've yet to have a real man inside me. Even so, I am happy with how far I've come.
Even now, as I greet the potentially perverted people that could be watching me with a smile drawn in lust, a pair of plump tits and hard nipples, an overly stimulated clit and a pussy that's been stuffed on a daily basis with all assortments of toys, my mind races with ideas on how to take my ways to the next level. As I said in the beginning of my log...
[DING DONG] "Delivery for Aran!"
Delivery! I almost forgot. I was about to pull my vibrator out when an insane idea got on my head. Without deliberating whether the idea was good or not, I opened the door.
"Uh, Ms. Aran? If you... could... vali... date..."
The young man went speechless. I couldn't believe it. It was the same guy from last time. Was he back for another eyeful? Considering how I opened the door, he did. I was sweaty and sticky down my legs. I still had my flying vibrator pounding my pussy over and over. I had anal beads dangling out of my asshole like it were a tail, rattling due to the vibrator's consant shaking. I had two smaller egg-shaped vibrators in my left hand and I was rubbing my tits with them. My face was flushed, my smile was deliriously blissful, and it was really hard keeping my moaning under control. "Aaah! Would you... Aaah! Care to... Aaah! come inside, please... Aaah! Oooh! I think I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Please don't stand there... Aaaaah! Bring it in... Aaaaaah! I'm really cumming now! AAAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" I couldn't believe it, but I truly did cum in front of an unsuspecting stranger.
I, Samus Aran, truly am a pervert.
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