Five Card Stud a fantasy sex story

    Nancy Matten came awake as the red light above her door began flashing in time with a subtle beeping sound issuing from her ceiling. She sat up and yawned, stretching magnificently, before rushing over to the sink. She placed her mouth on the mouthpiece and flashed her teeth clean. Licking her lips, she sat on the bed and waited. In a moment she heard the gentle tap on her door. She stood, smoothed down her antiquated white girdle, and pulled up her black sheer stockings.
    "Ok," she said to herself. "Look happy," a sarcastic note tainted her voice as she opened the door. A man in an old, corroded steal pressure suit entered, giving her a huge grin as he tossed his helmet into a corner.
    "Hugh," she said with some enthusiasm. Hugh was not only a steady, reliable John, he was also something of a friend. He was a jet jockey with a small mining ship called the Rushmore, which he mainly used for local exploration. In other words, he knocked around the asteroid belt until he became horny, then sought out one of the pleasure satellite's notorious beauties. Nancy didn't mind, he was a bit stingy, but not half as weird as most of her clients.
    "Welcome back," she said, guiding him to the red velvet couch. She helped him off with the pressure suit and held her nose as she pointed toward the showers. He chuckled as he stalked off in his longjohns.
    "Feel free to use the laundry on those horrible things," she called behind him. "Can this thing be washed?" she asked, holding the top portion of his pressure suit.
    "Only with a chemical wash," he called back from the shower. "Don't worry, you get used to it," he laughed.
    "Oh no I won't. If I ever get a ship of my own, I will have a change of suits, one for each day."
    "You, on a ship of your own?" Hugh chuckled as he returned, drying his hair.
    "What, that's funny?"
    "Sure. Space is no place for a woman. Women should stay in the bedroom where it's safe," he laughed, tossing the wet towel over her head.
    "Be careful what you say, space boy, or you will have to find a new whore. And possibly a new set of balls," she added in a mumble.
    "Can I get a blowjob?" he asked, bouncing on the bed. He slid a hand up her shapely stocking-covered leg. She looked at the dirty, scarred hand and pushed it away impatiently.
    "That's all you came for, a blowjob?"
    "Sure. We get to daydreaming out there, in the coldness of space. It's what keeps us going. For me it's a vision of you blowing me."
    "How romantic," she said sarcastically.
    "Yeah," he grinned. "So how about it?"
    "Sure, lay back," she said in a bored voice. She sat motionless for a moment until a tick began in her left eye, signifying that her empathy chip had been activated. There was an immediate change in her demeanor. She suddenly desired the blowjob as much as he did. "Strip," she said with a sexy smile.
    "God how I love this," he said, tearing the towel from his waist. He looked down enthusiastically, as she slid between his legs, rubbing them as she advanced. She gave him an erotic look before she went down on his throbbing cock. It slid between her warm lips and he gasped. "Oh yes," he said, leaning back on the bed. He closed his eyes and ground his teeth as her talented mouth fully engulfed his genetically enlarged penis, swallowing the huge sausage as if it were nothing. .....can you guess the rest ? read fantasysexstories at smuterotica enter here

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