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to grasp
her by the hair and thrust deep into her mouth.
    His gasps became increasingly
rapid as the girl bobbed her head, tonguing and sucking his hard
flesh until it seemed to be pulsing. All too soon for his liking,
the inevitable happened. He came with a long groaning growl and
quivering, exultant spasms of pleasure. Too afraid or too gripped
by her own passions, Ann did not pull back as his semen surged into
her mouth. Her hand continued moving rapidly for several seconds
before she lifted her head. She kept her lips parted and he could
see the come pooled in her mouth and a dribble that had overflowed
and was sliding slowly towards her chin. A long
string of it stretched from the end of his cock to her mouth,
parting the instant he noticed it to hang in a thin thread from her
lower lip. She blinked, looked around, down at the floor and
then up at his face, eyes still bright but pleading. For a moment
he stared into their blue depths, acutely conscious of them staring
into his. What did she want? He was huffing and panting and
struggling to regain control of his arching eyebrows and wipe the
lopsided grin from his face. The intensity of his satisfaction was
a complete surprise. He had never used one of That Kind before and
had been unprepared for the effect.
    The girl gave a shudder, a
reflexive gag and then screwed up her face as she swallowed. Drake
chuckled as he realised what had been bothering her. She would need
to get used to come swallowing. It came with the job.
    “Well I guess we both know
you’ve done that before,” he said when he had got his breath back,
unfolded his handkerchief and wiped his slackening cock. “Keep
still.” Drake used the handkerchief to dab her lips and wipe the
smear of semen from her chin, then pointed to his exposed penis.
“Put it away. The passengers expect that too.”
    As she buttoned him up she gave
him a resentful glance he guessed she thought he would not notice,
but he was more interested in studying her face
than in reprimanding her. He had seen and used many
beautiful slave girls, so many he had forgotten most of them, yet
for some unaccountable reason he had the feeling Ann Estemay would
be one he would remember.
    “Stand.” He lifted her tiny
covering again. “Still no sign of anything,” he said dryly. “I
expected more from you. Aren’t you even a little excited?”
    Her cheeks turned a deeper
red.
    “I guess I’ll have to find out
for myself.”
    She leapt backwards as he
reached between her thighs. “Yes, I’m excited,” she snapped, and he
hid a smile at the silent ‘damn you’ he knew she longed to say
aloud.
    “Then off to work. You’re five
minutes late already.” So was he and he could not think of a better
reason for it. There was a smear of her lipstick on the semen-stained handkerchief he picked up from his
desk. Drake sighed his satisfaction and laughed softly as he tossed
it into the wastebasket.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Pam instantly regretted the
haste with which she had fled as she came face to face with the
woman waiting outside and the daunting prospect of what she was
about to do.
    “You lucky cow,” Christine said.
“I’ve been four years with Drake, on this ship and others, and he’s
never once touched a girl before. If he’s taken a fancy to you,
you’ll have it made compared to the rest of us. Hell, he might even
buy you. You’d be getting a good one there. He’s a stickler for
duty but he’s not cruel like some are.”
    Pam only half-heard as a tap of
the woman’s cane to her aching backside drove her forward through
the airship’s corridors. She had not wanted to suck Drake’s cock,
but if she wanted to stay aboard, and she did desperately want to
stay aboard, she had no choice but to obey orders. His cock had
seemed to shiver under her touch and as she had moved her hand up
and down she had not been able to avoid noticing that it was also
quite generously proportioned, impressively so, in fact. She felt a
warm tickle