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My name is Sam Slate. I am a voyageur. That is an all tonnage all universe spaceship Captain. As well as a black belt who has acquired mastery of twelve different recognized fighting styles. Pay me the mega bucks, and I will lift whatever piece of space junk to any destination. Note that I did say mega bucks. I am good, but I am not cheap. Well maybe I am in some ways, but not when it comes to money. I fully intend to retire in luxury before my five hundredth birthday. Only two hundred and fifty years to go.
For now, I am back to Luna Base. I shut off the engines and disembark from this piece of junk in which I spent ten years of my life. Five years out to the planet Texion and five years back. I get to the bottom of the stairs noting that deckhands are pulling away from me. I cannot imagine why and then it hits me: no shower or bath for the last five years. I figure I must be a little whiff .
I’m so horny.
Ted, my boss, always picks up cheap bargains to buy with no amenities whatsoever. I’ll get his ass I promise myself. Well, time for that later. First a long bath, an hour with the auto masseur, and the auto hairdresser. That will make me a new woman. Oh yes, the Sam is for Samantha this cycle.
I once did a similar trip as a male. Let me tell you they cannot put enough lubricant aboard. I thought my cock was going to drop off by the end of the trip. I seem to recall that is when I switched to being a woman. Years of sitting around doing nothing makes, your mind wander. Sex is what you think about all day. You have vids, sensies, and a great story website called Lush 3500. It just leaves you horny 24/7.
So damn horny.
For those of you from other cultures, things changed 2000 years ago. I know this because I had the hots for this guy who studied all that kind of crap. I thought I liked him for his mind. We broke up after one night. In the middle of giving him head he kept talking about this crap. How he kept an erection, I have no idea. What I remember is that before there were only two sexes, male and female. Then some doctor learned how to alter things. I made sure Mr. Know-It-All shot his load before I left. I have my reputation to consider after all.
Today we still have men and women, however; we also have genetically modified men and women. Chicks with dicks, studs with pussies, androgynous modifications, men with two dicks, self-lubricating butt holes, the lists are endless. Whatever turns you on you can get. Oh, and we get to live about 3000 years. I am just a teenager by today’s standards.
I go to one of the deckhands and hand him the box of dildoes, vibrators, and butt plugs, most of them worn out from use, and tell him to dump them. A girl has to do something during these trips. Just one fuck five years ago, but that does not count. It was just a quickie. As Ted says, time is money.
A quick dash to my apartment, and two hours later I am ready to go. I am wearing the latest in see through spandex body suits, which shows off my 40DDD tits and hairless snatch, and high heeled open toed sandals. The auto masseur has firmed up my butt which juts out provocatively. I am hot to trot. I need a cock in my pussy soon.
So horny. So horny
First, I need to go to the office to report to Ted and check that he has deposited my pay and the interest for ten years in my account. I blast into Ted’s office eager to get out as soon as possible. He is sitting at his desk puffing on a cigar. Ted is a bit of an anachronism. I think he is about 1900 years old. He was too old when the sex modifications started to have anything done to his body. He stands five foot six, weighs close to two hundred and thirty pounds, and his head shines like a billiard ball. In spite of this, he sees himself as a stud. When he saw what was happening with sex modification therapy, which he would not be able to profit from, he bought the remaining world stocks of Viagra. An old drug, which permitted men to increase the duration of an erection.
The moment he sees me, he jumps up, and waddles from behind his desk.
“Sam, you’re back,” he says trying to wrap his short arms around me. With his nose lodged between my tits, he grabs my ass. “Any problems this time?”
“No problems boss. Did you deposit my pay?”
“Sam, why are you asking? Don’t you trust me?”
“Sure boss I trust you to be a cheat, a crook, and a fraud. When it comes to my pay I don’t trust you.”
“How can you say that to me? Me who hired you when nobody else would. Remember after that one-year trip you led which took four to complete - four years! Who ever heard of space pirates indulging in a four-year gangbang with the passengers and crew? Now don’t take that innocent smile with me. I know better.”
I could not help that. I fell in lust with the pirate captain. He sort of grew on me. Man, that man could fuck. Damn, I am so horny.
“My pay boss, what about it?”
“Okay, okay I’ll do it today.”
“Now Boss, not today.”
“If I interrupt my busy schedule to do it now what’s in it for me? Maybe a little fuck to sweeten the deal?”
“Come on Ted. We tried that, you know it won’t work. Your dick is just too small, it just rattles around in my pussy.”
“Okay then, how about a nice blowjob?”
“Just sit down on the couch and pull it out. After you take one of your little blue pills”
I walk over and get on my knees in front of his minute little cock. It’s barely thicker than my index finger, and tree inches long, erect. I give it two or three licks, and power vacuum it into my mouth. Thirty seconds later, he is done, and I swallow the feeble trickle of cum.
“Okay boss my pay now.”
I need… I’m so horny.
He rearranges himself, calls Marsha his assistant and tells her to get the money transferred, and get the deposit slip back to me now. This must be the tenth Marsha I have known over the years. His assistants are always Marsha. They all look the same. They get a fabulous salary. In addition, they are modified to his specifications. They are shrunk, their cunts are reduced to his size, as are their assholes, and they all have outsized tits. I guess this must fit some sophomoric conception of his. You could not pay me enough.
Leaving the office clutching my deposit receipt I jump into a glide car. Going to my friend John’s arms is something I had masturbated to for hours on end while on my voyage.
Getting there, I hop up and down anxiously waiting for the door to open. My jaw dropped when it does. In front of me is this stunning redhead with a body, designed by Gucci. I sheepishly ask, “Is John here?”
Nice but I need a cock. I am so horny.
“Sam, my Sam don’t you recognize me? It’s John, now Johanna”
“Oh, John where is your beautiful cock? I have dreamt about it for so long.”
“Come on in Sam and let me tell you what happened.”
“Sam I met this most wonderful man. His name is Tim. We started as gay lovers but he wanted more. We discussed having a pussy added to me; however, I did not feel comfortable with the idea. So I went all out, and did the full switch. Sam, Tim and I are married now.”
“What? You got married?”
“Yes, and I even got a license to have a child. Come in have a seat so we can chat.”
I’m so horny
I enter her living cubicle, and ask where that paragon of virtue who had stolen my John was.
“Just at the hydroponic farm getting our supper. You will join us won’t you?”
She comes over, sits next to me, and starts to fondle my tits and pussy. She takes me in her arms, and gives me a long passionate kiss. John was always such a fabulous kisser, and a great pussy licker as well. I am so tempted to give in and let him, or is it she do me. I feel my pussy get wetter, and my nipples rise to their peaks, when the door opens. My jaw drops, and my eyes bug out.
“Sam this is Tim. Tim this is Samantha. Remember I told you about her?”
I mumble a greeting while drooling. He stands about six-foot-eight or so. Shoulders wide and square, biceps larger than my thigh, and visible through his spandex suit is a cock that must be at least ten inches, and as thick as my wrist.
Sooo… horny.
He comes over to me, lifts me to my feet without visible effort, and gives me a hug. My pussy is dripping. I can feel my juices running down my leg. My nipples ache with desire. I can feel his cock against me. What am I going to do?
Johanna comes to the rescue. “Tim, she likes you. Look at her. Her suit is soaked. Doesn’t she have a beautiful pussy?”
He stands back, and ogles me from head to foot. I notice a wet stain appear at the head of his cock.
‘"Oh, Sam I think he likes you too. He is starting to drip pre-cum already. Why don’t you two go to the sleeping cubicle to get better acquainted? I will prepare supper, and after we eat the three of us can play.”
Tim picks me up as if I was just a small doll. Strides to the sleeping cubicle and strips my body suit off me. He then while standing flips me upside down. He starts licking my pussy. His cock is in front of my face. I give it a few licks. Then decide this is not what I want now.
“Put me down you big oaf. We can play later. Right now, all I want is your big cock up my cunt. No foreplay, no daft play; just fuck the hell out of me.”
“Sorry Sam, coming right up," he says.
Straightening me up he lifts me up right off the floor again, and lowers me over his huge cock. I am so wet that when he enters me he slides right in. Sheer bliss! He fills me up totally. Cupping his huge hands under my ass he raises, and lowers me on his cock. My hands are around his neck and my legs circle him. I feel just like a sex toy.
His rock hard cock fills my needy cunt. I can feel every inch of it rubbing inside me. It pulses and throbs reaching right to my cervix.
“Tim, please… So good faster, please. Cumming cum… “
As my pussy explodes, I feel my insides sprayed with his hot thick emission. It is as if a fire hose is washing my cunt. I am panting trying to regain my breath. He lifts me off him and sets me on the floor. Cum is streaming down my thighs when Johanna pops in announcing that supper is ready.
Sitting at the table, I tell them that I am going to switch to male for the next little while. Johanna is ecstatic but Tim looks disappointed. Johanna asks me if I would be interested in being married to them. It is an intriguing proposition. John was always one of my favorites, and I can see where as a man I would be drawn to Johanna. Tim is the one I worry about.
He turns smiles at me. “Just make sure you get a big model cock. I like them big. In addition, if you have the money, they can put in a reservoir, which will permit you to ejaculate as much cum as you want. Oh and don’t forget a self-lubricating asshole.”
“So I take it you won’t object?”
“Hell no. I like you, and you would be a great fuck either as a man or as a woman. We are also thinking of bringing in another woman. It would make a nice even number with four of us.”
“Sam, I am sure you would like Carol, the woman we are considering. One of the reasons we chose her is that she looks a lot like you.” Johanna smiles and says, “Please Sam.”
The following morning I go to the seedy part of town. I am looking for Bert’s Body Shop. When I get in the alley, where his store was there is only a boarded up storefront. A couple of shady looking characters are hanging around. They tell me that he has moved across the way from the town hall.
I descend to one of the inner rings, and there across from city hall is a glitzy establishment announcing itself as Bert’s Body Emporium. I scratch my head. Ten years ago when I left, Bert had just set up his body shop. He had been one of my crew during the ill-fated pirate episode. It comes back to me that I had loaned him a few bucks to get him started.
When I enter the emporium I am approached by a snooty sales person. Her nose held so high up in the air that I can almost see in it. Not a pleasant sight. I ask to see Bert.
“Do you have an appointment?” she asks. “Monsieur Bert only receives by appointment.”
“No, I don’t…”
“Well Ms. Then you cannot see him”
Using my voice of command, which carries across a parade square I tell her, “Get that miserable piece of shit out here now.”
“Certainly not,” she answers. “Who are yo…”
Her comment ends abruptly as I lift her up, anticipating with joy and launching her against the far wall.
I pause as a guy who is dressed in gold lame skin suit prances out from the back asking what is going on. He looks like a pansy. We stare at each other and recognition dawns on our faces.
“Sam, my Sam, what a joy to see you. Please put her down, she is my top sales person. Mademoiselle, this is Captain Samantha. She owns twenty-five percent of this establishment.”
“Sorry, Captain I did not know. Can I apologize by giving you a nice cunt licking, or maybe kiss your ass?”
“No, just go sell. Sell a lot. Bert, what is this about owning part of this dump?”
“Come into my office.” He says leading me to a room with enough gold lame on the walls, and furnishings to gild the Taj Mahal on old earth. It is so garish I feel nauseous. A huge desk and paintings of overripe women complete the décor.
“Sam, it’s like this. You loaned me money when I was down. I figure without the loan, I would not be here today. Therefore, twenty-five percent is yours.”
“How much does that come out to in bucks?”
He picks up the Luna Space Time Gazette leafs through it, “Close to a billion.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“Not at all. Look for yourself.”
“And the pansy look, what’s that all about?”
“Oh, just something I do for business reasons. I got the idea from the old dress designers. Back then, one of the greatest made his name by being gay. If I remember right his name was Christian Door, or something like that.”
“But how did you go from that dump you were in to here?”
He leans back in his power executive chair to explain that when he started out he had ideas but no clients.
“So I started offering the happy girls who worked that stretch, catering to the tourist trade, free modifications. Many of the johns were delighted with what I had done and started to send their girlfriends to see me. The word started to get around. Soon, I was considered as one of the best in the trade.
“Today I have Emporiums on all the planets of the solar system. I have thirty designers working for me, and we do a brisk business.”
“How much do you charge?”
“Well, people who ask that question cannot afford me. I occasionally will give a little discount if the client accepts to have a tattoo on their butt saying ‘Designed by Bert'. Now, what brings you to me beautiful?”
“Bert, I want to go back to being male again.”
“Just that? Nothing fancy, no double dong, no pussy and dong combo?”
“No, nothing fancy but I need a big cock. I am getting married and both the wives and the other husband insist. Oh, and no tattoo. What will that cost me?”
“For you Sam, it’s free. I will even design it myself. Just sit back and let me sketch some ideas and we will get it done today. Would you like a drink while you wait?”
Half an hour later he comes back in with a folio of sketches. We discuss and I suggest some modifications to the design. Next thing I know I am whisked to an operating theater. I am put under.
I wake up some unknown time later and Bert ushers me to a full-length mirror. I look at myself and begin to drool. I guess I will have to relearn the male point of view.
I am horny
Taking my leave of Bert I go back to the front of the store. Mademoiselle looks at me and offers herself to me to fuck her, or she can give me a blowjob, anything my heart desires. I am in a hurry to get back to my family so I decline. Out in the street, a sleek black furred cat woman purrs in my ear, and offers me her charms. I decline and hop into the next cab to get home.
I am so horny
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