Galaxy Slut Galina

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Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Science Fiction, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Pregnancy, Foot Fetish, Leg Fetish, .

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: In the distant future, shoe-nut and space pilot Galina Barding meets a famous shoe designer and offers him a ride aboard her starship; much sex and many mishaps follow, including an unexpected pregnancy and Galina being trapped in a pair of very strange shoes.



"Computer ... set approach vector."

"Vector set."

"Ungphh... ! Oh, fuck... !"

"Captain Barding? Are you okay?"

Despite herself--shuddering from her sudden climax--Galina Barding couldn't help but smile at the innocence of Holly, her flight computer. As unmilitary as a pilot could look, the blonde, 25-year old scout pilot was hunched down in her chair with her khaki blouse tied in a knot beneath her breasts and her feet propped up on the flight console, digging into the flatscreen displays with the high heels of her shiny black platform sandals; her shorts, meanwhile, were pulled down around her knees while she slammed her quivering cunt with a slick, black 20 centimeter dildo.

"I'm fine," Galina said, pausing to let the oozing sauce drip from her hole--then resuming the urgent slamming of her pussy. "Steady--ungh!--on course--unph!--zero-two-zero..."

It also occurred to the scout ship pilot, as her pussy trembled and clutched at the flexsteel invader, that her superiors in the Galactic Scout Service might not approve of her conduct. But then again, unlike the regular fleet, the Scout Service was mainly composed of free spirits like herself--people with the initiative to make decisions on their own, light-years from the nearest base.

That was why the Scout Service was willing to let Galina--just 25 years old--fly a 100-meter mail courier single-handed through the Deep Frontier; they just didn't necessarily want the taxpaying public to think of them as a bunch of sex-crazed troublemakers.

"Well, okay," Galina muttered, finally slowing her frigging of her hole, "maybe we are sex-crazed. But I think I'm doing pretty well, considering I haven't seen a real man in 3 months."

"Excuse me, Captain?"

"Forget it. Time to dock?"

"Twenty minutes, Captain."

"All right, Holly," Galina said, pulling out her dildo and setting her sandal-shod feet back down on the steel deck; "I'll take over."

"Are you certain, Captain? You sounded occupied..."

"No, that's okay," Galina said, grasping the joystick on her pilot's chair with her right hand, and the drive throttles with her left; "you know, flying is my second-best skill."

"After what?"

"Well ... fucking."


A few minutes later, the cylindrical form of Way Station Gamma came into view--1000 meters long and 200 meters in diameter-- orbiting high above the planet Marqano. Actually a starship in its own right, Gamma was essentially an instant starport for Marqano, which had no orbital facilities of its own. As such, it would be host to jump shuttles, free traders and scout ships alike ... whoever had business in this godforsaken back-of-beyond.

For Galina, however, this would be a brief stop. Her current mission was to ferry data and parcels back to the Core--data that would otherwise take centuries to send by radio--so there was no time to goof off; she would take on hydrogen fuel, fresh stores and soon be back on her way.

It came as a surprise to Galina, then, when Base Commander Gerhard Bazyl called her during final approach.

"Galina Barding--long time, no see."

Galina smiled, recalling a lift she'd given him a few months earlier--and the 18 centimeter penis he'd serviced her with, for two straight weeks, in hyperspace.

"Likewise, Commander. I'm afraid on a tight schedule, but I should be alongside for a few hours if you'd like to come aboard and 'inspect' the crew."

"You mean yourself?"

"I am the only person on board."

"I might just take you up on that. But first I was wondering--do you think you could take on a passenger?"

"Sure. Who is it?"

"That's a surprise."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you are the girl with the huge shoe collection, aren't you?"

Galina rolled her eyes; for some reason, people always seemed to find her collection of spike heels, plats and 'fuck-me' sandals peculiar ... to say nothing of her lingerie collection, and her arsenal of dildos and vibrators. It seemed perfectly natural to her.

"Yeah..." Galina said, finally.

"Well, then you'll appreciate this passenger."


Genuinely curious, Galina waited until her ship was secured inside one of the cavernous docking bays of the way station, then unbuckled herself from her flight harness and clip-clopped aft to the main exterior hatch. This was located in the ceiling of the ship's upper deck, and Galina was about to ascend the ladder into the interior of the station when she stopped to consider the matter of her appearance; just in case her passenger was somebody important, she untied her blouse, then buttoned it up and tucked it into her shorts before ascending the ladder.

Not surprisingly, many of the men (and several women) inside the way station recognized Galina when she debarked; she wasn't all that picky about who she fucked--male or female--and it gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling to recognize so many familiar faces.

When she caught sight of the stocky Commander Bazyl and his guest, however, she was momentarily stunned.

"Oh my God--are you Berrman Van-Meyo?"

Bazyl's guest--a dapper gentleman with black hair and graying temples--appeared surprised.

"You recognize me?" he said.

"Recognize you? You're only the greatest shoe designer in the entire galaxy!"

Bazyl turned to his guest.

"See? I figured you'd have something in common."

"This is so cool! But ... what are you doing here?"

"That wasn't my choice, I'm afraid. I was on a starliner bound for Reinheit--in the Core--but the hyperdrive malfunctioned."

"Wow ... this is so cool. I hope this bum Bazyl has been treating you well."

"Hey!" Bazyl said.

"Yes, everyone's been most hospitable. But I understand you're headed toward the Core yourself... ?"

"Well, Core Sector's still 12 weeks away--I don't have the fastest ship in the service. I would be honored, however, to give you a lift."

"I'm most grateful, Captain. Oh, but I guess I'd better get my luggage."

Galina watched him turn to go, and Bazyl followed her eyes as she watched his trim, nicely-shaped ass.

"You know," he said, finally, "it's amazing we actually pay you to do this job."

"Yeah, whatever. Want to fuck?"


Although Galina didn't tell Bazyl--knowing how fragile men's egos were--she couldn't help but fantasize about the dashing, intergalactic superstar gathering up his luggage as she straddled the commander on her bunk and speared herself on his throbbing-hard penis.

Fortunately, perhaps, that wasn't apparent to Bazyl; fully naked, Galina curled her feet underneath his thighs and ground her hips into his crotch, moaning with the pleasure of full penetration as his swollen helmet nudged her cervix, but her mind was elsewhere. Even as Bazyl cupped and fondled her breasts--grunting as Galina's pussy sucked and pulled at his cock--Galina closed her eyes and imagined Berrman Van-Meyo in her pussy. Then, as she and Bazyl began to move together, humping and fucking, Galina's mind went back to the fondest of memories from her youth...

Back on the planet Krakatoa, 15-year old Galina had been keen to lose her overripe virginity, and did so by jumping on a boy named Blain (boyfriend of her best friend Lyza) while Lyza stepped out of her house for a few minutes. Unfortunately, that weekend quickie only lasted about 30 seconds, but Galina decided to parlay that first unsatisfactory encounter into something a lot better, and secretly met Blain in a cafe the next day to discuss her idea.

"Listen, Blain," Galina began, sitting beside the young man at a table in the back of the cafe, "Lyza tells me she's hoping that you'll finally pop her cherry at the gravball homecoming dance next month."

"What? I didn't know that..."

"Well, now you do. So here's the way I figure it; since I dearly love my friend Lysa, I would like her to get the fucking of her life her first time ... unlike me."

"Hey, now, I thought I did pretty well..."

"Shut up. What I figure we'll do is spend the next month fucking, so I can teach you about the various sex positions."

"Wait a minute; how do YOU know about sex positions? I thought you said you were a virgin too."

"I downloaded a sex manual from Krakatoa University," Galina said, suddenly reaching down to grasp and squeeze Blain's penis. "It's very thorough."

Galina then startled Blain further by fishing his cock out of his pants, and stroking it stiff in her hand.

"Okay," Blain said, trying to act casual so they weren't thrown out of the cafe, "so where are we going to do it?"

"Well, I'd invite you over to the orphanage, but I think they'd notice if we started doing it in my bunk. So we'll have to do it at your house, after school."

"Oh, sure," said Blain (mostly concentrating on the handjob).

"Now, since I want you to last more than fifteen seconds," Galina said, using Blain's own pre-cum to lubricate her stroking, "is there anything in particular that turns you on? Frilly underwear? Fishnet stockings? High heels?"

"Yeah, high-heels are good. You do have ... mrmph! ... nice legs..."

"You're so sweet," Galina said, increasing the pace of her stroking and finally sending Blain over the edge. Slumping in his seat, Blain tensed and then squirted a generous load all over Galina's hand, his pants and the underside of the table.

"Now why don't you go rest up," Galina said, wiping her hand on Blain's pant leg, "and I'll see you Monday."

"Good idea," Blain said, weakly.

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