Chapter 1 - An unexpected tip changes a man's life.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mind Control, Science Fiction, Aliens, Extra Sensory Perception, Robot, Space, MaleDom, Group Sex, Harem, White Male, White Female, Oriental Female, Hispanic Female, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Oral Sex, Size, Transformation, .
Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - An unexpected tip changes a man's life. - It's 2779 and a retired Terran Federation Marine has taken up life as a trader. Follow John Blake's adventures as he travels the galaxy on his freighter, the "Fool's Gold". A one-million-word epic full of beautiful women, rampaging aliens, gunfights, space combat, and a mysterious heritage that will shake the foundations of the galaxy!
John smiled as the mine owner plugged in an auth device to his Ship’s logging manifest and pressed a couple of buttons confirming the transaction. John was right on the outskirts of the outer rim and currently landed on a mining colony known as Karron, a huge asteroid in the process of being hollowed out to extract the mineral wealth stored within.
John cast his mind back to that eventful day over a month ago. He had been back in the Core Worlds having a drink at a local bar, well known for its tolerant attitude to the odd and eccentric. His companion was a drunk deep spacer he had befriended years before.
The gnarled old spacer was called Jonah, or ‘Mad Jonah’ to the other regulars in the bar, who strongly suspected the poor unfortunate had gone space crazy years ago. John liked the old timer though and would spend hours listening to his wild stories of incredible sights beyond the outer rim. On this particular night, Jonah had recently returned from his latest jaunt into deep space and had been recounting a lurid time spent in a brothel on Karron.
“I tell you John, those worm girls have magic hands! I ain’t never felt anything like what these pale skinned jezebels could do to a fella!”
‘Worms’ was slang for the residents of mining colonies, who often received no sunlight for years. Living underground in homes with no direct access to the Sun, resulted in most miners being pale skinned to the point of albinism.
“You should head over there youngster and see for yourself. Tell Madame Trixie I say hi!” Jonah said, coupled with a theatrical wink and a guffaw.
John nodded obligingly, having no intention of heading that far out on the rim. He had initially objected to being called youngster, having just hit 40 last month, but he supposed everyone must seem young to the octogenarian and let Jonah continue.
“Ahh if only I were a younger man, I would have stayed there longer, but I figured I best skedaddle before those strumpets were the death of me. The ticker isn’t quite up to as much exertion as it used to be,” Jonah added with a snicker.
Suddenly Jonah’s booze induced stupor seemed to temporarily clear and he leaned into John conspiratorially. The old man’s breath was toxic enough to be classified as a bio-hazard.
“It might be worth your while heading there besides those worm gals, youngster. One night I was hanging out in Madame Trixie’s parlour and a couple o’ them miners came rollin’ in havin’ drunk up a storm. They were out celebratin’ and lookin’ to round out the night with some pleasures of the flesh. I got to chattin’ with those fellas and seems like they had stumbled on a whole heap of Tyrenium.”
At this, John’s ears pricked up. John already had pointy ears due to his unusual parentage, but his already pointy ears manage to prick up nonetheless.
Tyrenium was a key component of plasma cores, used to power top of the line military grade ship weaponry. It was sufficiently rare and in such huge demand that the price for a ton of the element was astronomical to the right buyers.
John had stayed with his old friend for as long as could be considered polite before bidding him farewell. He sprinted back to the dock where his Freighter was parked, his heart hammering with excitement. He knew he had to move fast on this one. John dashed across the boarding gantry, quickly tapping the access code to the airlock to gain entry to his ship, the ‘Fool’s Gold’. His hands were shaking as he entered the navigation coordinates to Karron and he forced himself to take a deep breath to steady himself so that he could be sure there were no mistakes when plotting his course. The route he was taking would take over a month and travelling this far to the outer rim held many hazards for the unwary...
The mine owner, Seb Mortimer, cleared his throat pointedly and John was brought out of his reverie. The deal was now struck and John shook the man’s proffered hand. John had ransacked every rainy day account he had to fund this transaction, every last credit of his life’s savings were now sunk in to this deal.
John had managed to purchase 10 tons of Tyrenium at a ludicrously cheap rate, but it was still expensive enough to bring a huge grin to Seb’s face. John suspected that being this far out on the borders of known space, Seb was unaware just how valuable this element could be. Then again he undoubtedly didn’t have the exotic military connections that John did. The two men shared an amiable drink of whisky to seal the deal, before John left the mine owner’s office to oversee the loading of his cargo.
John strolled over to the waiting trucks that had been loaded with his haul of Tyrenium and nodded to the driver as he climbed up into the cabin of the lead vehicle. The huge truck roared into life and John felt the thrumming of the powerful engine as they pulled away.
Karron was a bleak and inhospitable colony, being so far away from the centre of human galactic civilisation. The brief journey from the mine to the star port provided a grim tour of the dark, grubby and dilapidated slums that had built up in the hollowed out asteroid. John felt glad that he would be leaving this depressing place in a couple of hours.
He was in such a hurry to leave, that he never did get a chance to visit Madame Trixie’s and John wondered if the establishment really would live up to his old friend’s claims. Mad Jonah did have more than a few odd tastes though, so he figured he probably wasn’t missing much and certainly avoiding plenty of potential mishaps by giving the place a pass.
The trucks promptly arrived at the star port and after a quick dialogue with the guards and the deck officer, the industrious miners had loaded the cargo of Tyrenium aboard the Fool’s Gold. John waved the miners goodbye and sealed the cargo bay doors. He set the controls in the Cargo bay for auto-decontamination and then strode purposefully to the cockpit.
John slumped in the pilot’s chair and punched in the course for home, before activating the auto pilot to disembark from the asteroid. The ship’s engines roared into life and the old freighter seemed to groan in protest as it took off. It slowly cleared the rough hewn entrance to the docking bay, cruising out into the welcoming blackness of space. John let out a big sigh and was finally able to relax now that the deal was done and he had the cargo of Tyrenium secured safely in the ship’s hold.
He stared out of the cockpit as the ship groaned and lurched into hyper-warp. Surprisingly he still felt twitchy, which he assumed was due to the adrenalin wearing off after the excitement of brokering such a life changing deal, so he stood and headed to his cabin to take a much needed nap.
John unbuckled the harness to his heavy pistol and carefully unholstered it, before placing it on the rack of weaponry in his cabin. He pressed his thumb to the lock and the door on the weapon locker swished closed. Deep space could be a dangerous place, with marauding pirates and the occasional misunderstandings with aliens, so it was sensible to be prepared in the case of a hostile boarding action.
The cabin was meticulously clean, courtesy of one of John’s personality quirks. He liked to keep his ship obsessively tidy and couldn’t abide leaving mess anywhere. The rooms and corridors of the ship were kept spotless, which was handy with avoiding contamination, but took plenty of hours to maintain. After a soothing shower to clean away the dust and stink of the colony, John collapsed onto his wide bed on crisp, pristine sheets and fell asleep.
Several hours later after a nice relaxing sleep, John awoke feeling horny. He was hard as steel and ready for action. This came as quite a surprise, as John had spent years meditating to avoid getting into these kind of states. With his parentage being what it was, he couldn’t be too careful. He sat up and assumed a meditative pose, clearing his mind and focusing on being calm and at peace. The horniness abated as did his erection, so John got up, got dressed and went about his normal routine.
A couple of days passed, with John awakening each morning to a rock hard surprise. Each day it was getting more difficult to maintain his self control, but he went through his meditation rituals and gradually calmed himself. He had been travelling for four days now, having left Karron far behind and he decided to check on his precious cargo.
The door to the cargo bay opened with a self satisfied clank. Down in the cargo hold everything seemed ok, but John felt on edge. Standing on the gantry overlooking the ship’s hold, he felt alert, focused, pensive, wary; he had great instincts and they were all telling him that something was wrong. He backed out of the cargo bay and hurried to his cabin to collect some weaponry. John grabbed his broad muzzled auto shotgun, perfect for up close work in the confined quarters of a spacecraft and slammed in a clip. The autoshot hummed to itself happily for a few seconds as he flipped the power button on the grip and a holographic targeting grid appeared above the weapon. John turned back into the corridor and jogged briskly back to the hold.
Inside the cargo bay, John flicked on Infrared on the scope and did a quick sweep of the hold with his shotgun. He could see nothing untoward in the targeting grid, looking for any telltale signs of red, signifying heat, and seeing only cool shades of blue. He turned to the adjacent wall mounted panel and cranked the illumination of the hold up to maximum. Careful not to look up at the blinding overhead lights, John searched the room thoroughly. It was not until he returned to the doorway panel that he noticed a faint dusty scuffmark on the other side of the door. Having meticulously scrubbed that section of floor in an OCD fury before landing, he knew that someone or something had come aboard with the cargo at Karron.
John resealed the cargo bay and began to sweep the ship. The Fool’s Gold was not huge, having only the cockpit, his cabin, the hold, a secondary cabin, his recreation room and the ships storage. He found no signs of life in the cabins or cockpit and there wasn’t anywhere to hide in the recreation room, consisting as it did of a dining table, a comfy sofa and a small but functional kitchen. That meant his interloper was in the storage room. John took a deep breath and readied himself for action before stepping into the doorway of the final room. Raising his auto shotgun, he looked through the scope and the targeting grid depicted the room in expected blues, with the occasional red glow from the overhead lights. He turned slowly, carefully checking any potential hiding places through the scope, until he finally faced a storage compartment near the back of the room. A telltale red glow was edging the door to this particular compartment, signifying a warm presence inside.
“I know you’re in there, come on out!” John barked at the storage compartment, keeping a wary distance. He waited pensively to the count of ten, but there was no movement from the compartment.
“Either you come out in 5 seconds, or I unload this shotgun and space your corpse!” John shouted at the compartment door.
He heard some kind of squeak from the compartment and the storage door swung open slowly. A dirty unkempt figure stepped timidly out of the compartment and into the bright lights of the storage room. It was obviously a miner’s kid. Some mid-teen boy he would guess by the look of him, scrawny and malnourished, wearing shabby grey overalls, a bulky tattered jacket and a cap pulled down low. Frightened eyes peered out at him from a dirt smeared face beneath that dog eared cap, watching John warily and awaiting his next move.
John sighed and lowered the shotgun. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” he groaned. “Now I’m going to have to turn right around to drop your ass back at Karron and we’re days out system by now,” he muttered, thoroughly pissed off.
This dumbass kid’s desire for adventure was going to cost John over a week on a pointless detour.
“Please don’t take me back to Karron!” the boy replied in an oddly high pitched voice. Perhaps this kid was younger than he initially thought John mused.
“Why not?” John demanded. “There’s no chance in hell I’m going to risk being done on a ‘kidnapping a minor’ charge and I don’t for a minute think you have any money to pay me for the trouble. What’s your name anyway, boy?”
The frightened stowaway looked down, momentarily breaking eye contact with John. “My name’s Al.”
“Well ‘Al’, my name’s John. It’s lovely to meet you,” John snarled sarcastically. “Now we’ve made introductions, you still haven’t answered my question. Why shouldn’t I just take you straight back to Karron?”
“Maybe I could work for you as crew on the ship?” The grubby figure suggested hopefully.
“Sorry boy, I work alone. Besides, what skills could you have that would be useful on a starship? No, I’m going to have to take you back,” John turned and made to walk out of the storage room.
“No! Wait!” his unwanted passenger pleaded.
John turned back to look at the urchin, as the kid drew a big sigh and seemed to make some kind of decision. Al reached up to the tatty cap and pulled it off, revealing dirty blonde hair that with a few quickly removed clips, tumbled down revealing shoulder length tresses.
“I’m not a boy, I’m a girl and I’m not a minor, I’m 18. Maybe there’s something else I could do to earn my passage?” Al asked cautiously, but with a clearly suggestive undertone.
Now in John’s defence, in normal circumstances he would have turned her down flat, but his perpetual horniness over the last few days had rapidly eroded his will power. At least his morning surprises were now explained, as he had been reacting subconsciously to her pheromones. Without relief, it was going to be a trying 4 day trip back to Karron if he decided to take Al back.
John cast an appraising eye over his passenger, but with the worn, bulky gear and all the dirt it was impossible to tell what the newly revealed girl looked like. Against his better judgement, John slung the shotgun over his shoulder and beckoned his stowaway out from the storage room.
“Follow me, I want you to get cleaned up before I make my decision,” John said, as he led the girl to the passenger cabin. “You can use the shower in there and leave all the dirty gear in the corridor, including your ID, I want to make some checks.”
The girl warily handed him a dog-eared foldout ID, that revealed the mystery passenger’s full name to be Alyssa Marant. John took the ID and then pointed out the shower tucked into the corner of the passenger cabin. “Thanks ‘Alyssa’, the shower is back there.”
John left Alyssa to clean herself up and walked to the cockpit to scan in the ID. It took a few minutes to make the connection to Galactic-SEC, but the brief readout from the computer confirmed the name on the ID, that his new passenger was 18 and that she was not wanted for any felonies. That information calmed most of his worries; he would be doing nothing illegal in letting Alyssa stay on his ship and any agreements between them would be strictly between consenting adults. He felt himself getting hard again, and his excitement levels rose. Maybe the trip back home didn’t have to be so boring after all?
John heard a small cough from the corridor behind him and saw Alyssa peeking around the door to the passenger cabin trying to get his attention. She pointed to the heap of filthy clothing piled in the corridor which made him shudder. “I’ve had a shower and that’s all my gear. What do you want me to wear instead?” Alyssa asked cautiously.
John tilted his head to the same angle as Alyssa. “If you were suggesting what I think you were, then you will be just fine as you are. Come on out so I can make my decision,” John reached behind him and pushed a button on the console. This activated the internal security cameras and would record their verbal agreement. You can’t be too cautious, he figured.
Alyssa blushed, but took another deep breath then stepped warily out of the cabin. Now that she was scrubbed clean, John could see that Alyssa actually had a very pretty face. She had piercing blue eyes, a cute nose and full lips that immediately made him think of one thing. The girl was obviously from a mining colony, her ghostly white skin never having had sun exposure. Her hair fell to just beyond shoulder length, but it looked thin and lifeless. She was about 5’ 2” tall, about a 28A cup and painfully skinny due to what he could only assume had been borderline starvation on the desolate mining world. She had an unkempt sandy blonde bush that matched her hair colour. He figured a steady diet would do her wonders and there was no time like the present to get started.
“OK. I’ve made my decision. You can stay, I won’t take you back to Karron,” he told her.
Alyssa jumped with joy, full of the exuberance of youth. “Oh thank you John, thanks so much!”
John smiled at her unexpectedly cheery outburst. Had she forgotten their arrangement already?
“Ok now that’s decided, let’s just lay out some ground rules about your duties on the ship,” he said carefully.
Alyssa’s face fell but she tried to hide it. Bless her, she had forgotten.
“Firstly, I won’t do anything to hurt you and I won’t force you to consent to anything weird. I’ll make sure you get regular meals and you can have the passenger cabin as your own, but I expect you to keep everything just as clean as it is now. In exchange, I expect you to service me whenever I ask. Finally are you on birth control?” he asked her firmly.
Alyssa looked thoughtful after John’s little monologue. “That all sounds reasonable.” She replied, and then looked a little bit uncomfortable as she then admitted “I’m not on birth control.”
John shrugged. “OK, regular sex is out. I don’t plan on knocking you up,” he said reassuringly.
“One last warning though. I have pretty hefty equipment, and once we’ve started this, I’ll be needing your services several times a day,” he warned her.
“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before ... I agree,” Alyssa smirked.
John smiled right back, and gestured behind her. “Okay then, let’s get started. Let’s reconvene in the rec-room, my balls need emptying.”
That wiped the smirk from Alyssa’s face, and with a resigned expression she turned around and walked back down the corridor. Following behind gave John another chance to check her out, but this time from behind. Alyssa had a wiry but toned body from living a hard life on the colony. John’s eyes travelled down her back, past the dimples above her hips to her pert little ass. It was lovely; round and compact, two perfect hemispheres that just needed filling out a little. Her legs looked lean but toned. Runners legs, he mused.
They walked into the rec-room and John strolled over to the sofa. He took off his T-shirt and combat trousers, standing naked except for his briefs, that did nothing to hide the size of his bulging package. He turned to face Alyssa, and at 6’2” he towered over her petite 5’2” form.
“Now you can probably tell I’m not completely human from these,” John reached up, tilted his head, and pointed to an elongated, pointy ear.
“That’s not the only difference, I’m slightly different down here too,” he said, nodding towards his groin.
Alyssa had an almost comic look of trepidation on her face, as John inserted his fingers into the waistband of his briefs. He carefully lifted the cotton material over his equipment, then dropped his underwear to the floor, unveiling his equipment in all its glory. Alyssa let out a gasp of shock.
“You’re fucking huge!” she exclaimed.
Overcoming her initial surprise, she looked closer at this startling revelation. John had an enormous cock, with girth thicker than her delicate wrist. John could see the doubt forming in her mind.
“Don’t worry, it will fit,” he said reassuringly. He sat down on the sofa, spreading his legs and motioning her forward.
“Kneel there please Alyssa,” John requested politely.
Alyssa took a nervous couple of steps and then sank to her knees. Face to face with his enormous cock, she licked her lips nervously. She looked at his swollen dick, standing tall above his 4 balls.
“Holy Fuck!!! You’ve got four balls!” she gasped, gawping at the cluster of orbs.
“I did say I’m slightly different, I call them my quad,” John explained helpfully.
Alyssa seemed to have overcome her initial surprise and was looking at his balls inquisitively. They looked like regular human testicles, only there were two pairs, one set in front of the other. Oh, and each was the size of an orange!
Alyssa had a number of questions, but John cut her off as she opened her mouth to speak.
“No more questions Alyssa, It’s time to get started,” he said firmly. “Now take the head of my cock in your mouth.”
With a resigned expression on her face, Alyssa tentatively brought her hand forward to hold the base of his enormous cock. Her small hand struggled to surround the impressive girth, and she gasped as she touched his velvety hardness for the first time.
“It’s so hot!” she exclaimed, as his cock throbbed in her hand.
She cautiously tilted the turgid member down towards her face, as a gleaming drop of pre-cum began to form on the swollen red crown.
“Open your mouth wide and take in the head,” John commanded.
Alyssa leaned forward hesitantly, opening her soft pouty lips and touching them to his swollen mushroom head. The big dollop of pre-cum touched her tongue, and spread over her taste buds.
“It tastes sweet!” Alyssa exclaimed, as she pulled her head back momentarily.
The pretty girl savoured the taste of his pre-cum in her mouth for a moment, licking her full lips to make sure she hadn’t missed any, and then moved back to engulf more of the head this time. John gasped with pleasure, as Alyssa swirled her tongue over the eye of his cock. She had begun to apply gentle suction and was trying to get some more of his tasty pre-cum. John’s swollen set of balls were happy to oblige, and provided the eagerly sucking young woman with another small spurt.
John was in heaven feeling Alyssa’s hot, wet, silky smooth tongue slide over the head of his cock. It had been so long since he had last been with a woman, and he luxuriated in the sensations. John watched enthralled, and he saw the girls throat move as she swallowed the precum he was feeding her. Alyssa leaned in further, opening her mouth into a wide oval to take more of him in. John could only groan with excitement, as her full soft lips finally engulfed the whole head of his engorged member into her widely stretched mouth.
Alyssa’s eyes had started to glaze over as she continued to swallow his precum. He had seen this happen before, as it seemed to be a side effect of his unusual parentage. The girl was pushing forward now, then pulling back, gradually taking more of his massive cock into her mouth as she bobbed her head further forward. Inch by inch, she began to make steady progress down his dick.
“That’s a good girl, take me in nice and deep,” he muttered, as he gripped the sofa tightly with his hands.
Every fibre of his being wanted him to grab her pretty face and stuff his cock down her gullet, but he knew he had to be patient.
“Mmm,” Alyssa hummed contentedly as she bobbed forward in a smooth rhythm.
Abruptly her progress was stopped as the engorged head met the entrance to her throat. The girl gagged for a moment before pausing, and she pulled back a couple of inches. His fellatrix seemed to visibly relax, and then pushed her head forward in a long smooth motion, her lips nibbling up the shaft as she took him deeper and deeper. John felt tight pressure around the head of his dick, before something seemed to give way, and with a loud swallow Alyssa took him into her throat.
John groaned in ecstasy as the teen’s body gripped his cock like a warm, wet, tight fitting glove. With her throat relaxed, it was easier for her to make progress, and with regular breaks to breathe, she was able to swallow more and more of his tool. In what seemed like no time, Alyssa was taking his whole length into her obscenely stretched throat, her lips stretched taut around his girth. John looked down as her chin touched his balls, her nose brushing his stomach. He couldn’t hold back any more and he felt an explosive orgasm building from deep inside him.
“That’s right baby, time to fill your belly,” John muttered, before throwing his head back as his climax began. His cock seemed to swell even more and his balls rumbled as they prepared to unload.
“Oh fuck, YES!” he exclaimed, as a massive surge of cum exploded up his shaft.
The thick, heavy cum slid straight down Alyssa’s throat, settling in her slim tummy. The girl groaned, and her legs began to tremble violently as she joined him in orgasm. Surge after surge of powerful spurts of spunk rapidly filled the girls stomach, until she was forced to pull back until just the head was in her mouth, giving the teen a chance to draw a lungful of air. John continued to blast the girls mouth, and she gulped down his thick loads of cum, desperately making room in her mouth for more.
His multiple balls finally emptied, John collapsed back into the Sofa. Alyssa let him slip from between her swollen lips as he stopped filling her mouth, and with a delicate finger she caught the dribbles of cum that had escaped her lips, and swallowed them too. John looked down at the young woman kneeling in front of him. Her mouth was still hanging open as she panted for breath, and he could see that he had painted the inside white. He could even see his cum dripping from her tonsils where he had hosed down the entrance to her throat.
Alyssa leaned backwards, finally sitting up straight. She hadn’t lost the glazed look in her eyes, as her hands moved down to stroke her grossly distended belly. She was a thin girl anyway, but the several pints of thick sperm rich spunk he had just fed her, made her look several months pregnant. Numerous drops of cum had dripped from her mouth when she had been blowing him, and Alyssa moaned as her hands glided over her swollen stomach, rubbing his cum into her glistening skin.
After taking a few moments to recover his wits, John stood, and then scooped up the girl in his arms. He carefully carried her back to the passenger cabin, laid her out on the bed, and then gently tucked her under the pristine white covers. Alyssa seemed to have fallen asleep the moment her head touched the pillow, so he quietly backed out of the room so as not to disturb his new guest.
As he was carefully backing out of the room, John nearly tripped over the pile of soiled gear in the hallway. He quickly scooped up the offending items, and made his way to the airlock to blast the tattered and filthy gear into space. John watched through the airlock window, and shuddered with relief, as he saw the sad scraps of clothing sail off into the black. Returning to the rec-room he dressed quickly, before collecting cleaning gear to battle the mess in the hallway. He sighed happily as he got to work, enjoying the dull ache in his freshly relieved balls.