Fantasy The People Makers

"So, the great Survey Service Captain Michael Taylor has shown an interest in little ole me. Am I to be the next notch on your belt, my Gallant Captain?"

Her bluntness stunned him. But the cute little half smile she gave him and her sultry look robbed the comment of most of its sting. How he responded to her sally would determine whether he was indeed worthy of getting access to her vagina... or not.

"That depends," said Taylor, pretending to look at his drink.

"Depends? On what?"

"On whether I can fit you into my busy schedule," said Taylor, giving her a mocking glance. This is what she wants, he screaned. She wants to be challenged, teased, played with.

"Oh ho ho!" said Tessa, leaning towards him as she grabbed his arm. "I forgot who I'm talking to. You were a God on some backwards planet, weren't you?"

"You know about that?"

"You'd be surprised how much I know about that, my Gallant Space Captain." She leaned forward. "Kiss me," she breathed.

Taylor pressed his lips against hers. This was not the way he expected their first kiss to happen. He expected to be the initiator. Nor did he like performing in front of an audience. But all thoughts of watchers fled his mind as he pressed against Tessa's plush, soft lips for a good, long moment. He felt a tingling surge go up and down his body. She was so exciting!

When he pulled back, she smiled warmly at him. "Ummm," she said. "I liked that!"

She liked it. Taylor had never encountered such an expressive woman before.

Tessa stared at him intently. "So Michael... how many women did you have when you pretended to be a god. Five? Ten? Fifty?"

"I... I don't remember," said Taylor.

"That many?" Tessa purred, rubbing against him.

In truth Taylor hadn't slept with more than a handful of women, and those he had had been at the urging of Alexis, who had manipulated him-

"You're a handsome man," said Tessa, staring at him directly. "I like that in a Survey Service Captain."

"Have you known many Captains?" Taylor asked, remembering what Estelle had said.

"A few." She gave just a hint of a smile. "But none like you." She stared at him intently. "It must be difficult for you."

"Difficult?"

"You have the reputation for being the ultimate ladies man. Don't deny it, it's true." She paused. "But you're not, are you? I mean you've certainly sampled more than your fair share of pussy, I'm sure of it. But it's mostly from women gravitating towards you rather than you seducing them, am I right?"

Taylor reddened but didn't answer. She leaned forward and kissed him again. He responded.

"It must be so difficult for you just to find women. You can't fuck anyone on your ship without consequences, can you? And on those few times when you're off your ship, you have to find women who don't want or need long term relationships, because, by the nature of your work, you can't have long term relationships. So you have to seek out vapid, shallow women, women who can give you the sexual release you need but by their very nature can never fully satisfy you emotionally or intellectually."

Taylor was stunned. Tessa understood him. She really, really understood him! It was like she had the ability to screan him.

She spread her arms wide. "Am I to be your next sexual conquest, Michael Taylor? Will a few short minutes of pleasure in my arms and in my vagina give you the release you need?"

"For a while," said Taylor thickly, feeling the pounding in his head as he struggled to speak coherently. "For a while, it will." And then he leaned forward and kissed her again, not because she told him to but because he wanted to. His kiss was full of passion and intensity.

When he pulled back she nodded and smiled. "Better," she said. "Much better."

Taylor reached out with his power and screaned her.

"But what about you?" He asked.

"Me?" said Tessa, putting a hand to her chest.

"What is the story of you and relationships?" Taylor asked. He frowned. "You've had men, a lot of them. But none of them have ever fully satisfied you, or satisfied you for very long."

"Really?" said Tessa.

"Yes," said Taylor confidently. "You are a hedonist of sorts. You seek pleasure and simulation and get quickly bored of the ordinary and the mundane. You are looking to be with someone unusual, exciting, different, and you think I'm the most exciting person you've met in a long, long time."

Tessa bowed her head momentarily and for the first time licked her lips nervously. Then she looked up at him. "You're the first person who has ever said that to me. Others have sort of intuited what I am, but have never been able to put it into words, certainly not into words when first meeting me." She gave him an admiring stare. "You really are a remarkable man, my dear Captain, and I can see there is more to you than a handsome face and broad shoulders." She paused. 'Walk me to my gravcar?"

Yes.

Crickets creaked loudly as he walked her to her gravcar. Tessa must have noticed the erection in his pants, but she pretended to ignore it.

"Well, here we are," she said, leaning back against her gravcar. The crickets were louder than ever in this total silence.

"Here we are," Taylor agreed.

"You're hesitant to kiss me," said Tessa. "We've already kissed, thrice."

"Thrice."

"Thrice?"

"I've been counting," said Tessa.

"I've never been with a woman who said the word thrice," said Taylor.

"You've never been with me, not yet," said Tessa, giving him a warning look.

"I have... ambitions."

"Do you?" She favored him with a smile. And then she pressed against him. Taylor felt the warmth of her body pressed against his, as he felt his erection pressing against her lower belly. He felt a mixture of shame and arousal.

Tessa smiled as all was revealed without speaking a single word. "Hmmm, there is more to you than it seems," she said, rubbing against him lightly, making him jump. "Careful, dear Captain, you don't yet have approval from launch control." And then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for the kiss of his life.

They had dinner the following evening. This time Tessa was wearing a low cut dress which showed off her large, creamy melons, leaving little to the imagination. She was dressed to attract attention, and attract attention she did, as Taylor noticed men at other tables, even men with female companions, casting glances her way. She smiled appreciatively as Taylor held out her chair and pushed her in as she sat down.

"Thank you, my Gallant Space Captain," she said, smiling at him.

Taylor sat down and just took her in. She was simply gorgeous.

"How was your day?" she asked lightly.

"Fine," said Taylor. Another day of boring lecturing. "And how was yours?"

Tessa gave him a cocky smile. "Do you really want to hear about the interoffice memo I wrote today?"

"No."

"Or would you like to hear about the details of my last diplomatic assignment on Ursus?"

Taylor shook his head.

"What would you like to talk about?" She leaned forward and took his hand. Again Taylor felt a jolt of electricity surging though him. "Shall we pretend to be so terribly civilized and have a mundane chat while we each secretly fantasize about fucking each other's brains out?"

Taylor took a deep breath. His chest felt tight as his heart leapt.

"Because that's what it's all about, isn't it?" Tessa asked, stroking his hand slowly, gently. "We're both attracted to each other, maddeningly, obsessively so. But we're not at the stage where we can admit it. We've only seen each other what, twice now?"

"Three times," Taylor breathed.

"Yes, thrice," she smiled at him. "So we can't admit what's really on our minds but we need something to pass the time. We need something to eat up time like we're going to eat up food, something to make the clock move a respectable two hours forward so we can both see what happens next, to the part we're both most interested in. Do I speak correctly?"

"You... you do." Taylor's chest felt incredibly tight now. He felt like he had just run a marathon. "Tessa... you're so insightful. So direct. I've never met a woman like you before."

She smirked, looking incredibly pleased with herself. "My dear Captain. My dear, Gallant Space Captain." And she leaned forward and stole a kiss. She didn't hurry it. When she pulled back she slowly opened her eyes again. "You and I are going to be such a great match. I can feel it." She took a deep breath. "Tell me what's on your mind, Space Captain. Tell me truly."

"Your breasts," said Taylor immediately. He would never say such a thing to anyone else on a first date, but-

"What about them?"

"They're so beautiful," said Taylor. "So big and round and-"

"You want to squeeze them?" Tessa smiled.

"Yes," Taylor whispered, his heart hammering. "I want to squeeze them, I want to kiss them, I want to...."

"Want to what? What do you want, my noble Space Captain?"

"I... I want to make love to you," said Taylor. It seemed like the absolutely wrong thing to say to an almost complete stranger, and yet-

Tessa smiled broadly. As Taylor watched, he could see her nipples growing round and hard under her dress. Her stiffness made him gasp.

Tessa's smile grew wolfish. "Why Space Captain... that's such a nice thing to say." And she leaned forward and kissed him again.

"I want you too," she said.

"You do?" said Taylor.

Tessa nodded. "Yesterday, in the parking lot, when I felt you... nice and hard! I wanted to touch it, to stroke it, to see how big it really is..." She saw him redden. "Am I embarrassing you, my Dear Space Captain?"

"No," Taylor whispered huskily.

"Of course I am. You're used to women who are uptight about sex. You play the attraction game with your victims and after three bland dates they let you lead them back to your apartment like the lamb to the slaughter, but always reluctantly, always making you do all the work." She released his hand and drank some wine. "I've wanted you from the moment I first saw you."

"You did?"

She nodded. "I was really upset when you didn't get my full name, even more upset when I learned you didn't get it from Estelle. I thought maybe I had lost my touch."

"You didn't! I was just-"

"Out of your mind, I know. So was I," said Tessa, drinking again. "Your thick golden hair, your confident smile, your broad shoulders... a girl could have a wonderful afternoon working over a masterpiece like you."

A masterpiece like you.

Taylor felt a tingling all over his body. He had never felt so happy being referred to as a masterpiece. He instinctively reached out and poured her some more wine.

"Trying to get me drunk, Space Captain?" she smiled mockingly. "It's not necessary. It just so happens that I have a soft spot for Space Captains."

"Have you been with many?" Taylor asked.

"No. I'm a 39 year old virgin. You will be the first man to broach me. Is that what you want to hear?"

Taylor shook his head.

"I should hope not. Virgins don't know what they want and they waste several relationships figuring themselves out. I don't want to do that with you." She said, with an intensity that made him shiver.

"You told me before you were fantasizing about making love to me," said Tessa. "Would it surprise you to learn that I've been having thoughts in the same direction?" She took another quick sip of wine, as if to give her courage. "To feel your strong body against mine. On top of me. Inside me. Making love to me with that hard tool I've only barely begun to get acquainted with." She smiled at him. "Are you hard now, Michael?"

"I.... yes."

"Good," said Tessa. "Now we each have something to think about during our bland conversation over dinner, don't we?"

Taylor's heart hammered in his chest as he followed Tessa's groundcar back to her apartment. The sense of anticipation was tremendous. There was pouring rain and he heard the roar of thunder but it wasn't as loud as the pounding of his heart. He had never met a woman like her before, not ever. He couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next.

Twenty minutes later they were on Tessa's couch, a squirming, single organism with four legs and four arms, frantically rubbing against each other to kindle an already roaring flame. Tessa had removed his shirt and then his pants expertly in between kisses. Taylor had tried to remove her dress but only earned a frown for his efforts. Tessa used a palm to push him back and then stood up dramatically, slowly removing her dress, as she stared at him with a mixture of defiance and dominance.

Taylor was amused to see that she wore a breast control collar and panties bearing the emblem of the Diplomatic Corps. The symbol of one man bent forward while another man supported him from behind was stamped on both cups of her control collar as well as on the velvety triangular material between her legs.

Tessa stared at him intently, eager to absorb every facial reaction, as she slowly removed her heavy breast control collar and then her panties. Her large melons, freed of the control collar's cruel embrace, no longer pointed outwards, but rather straight downwards, looking more like eggplants than melons. Her large, rounded ass suddenly showed sag, sinking downwards a certain amount.

Taylor had been with women with much more younger and firmer bodies than Tessa's. But somehow, the slightly dilapidated state of Tessa's body didn't trouble him. Tessa stood there proudly, with her hands on her hips, showing not a shred of shame. Indeed, Taylor screaned that she was immensely proud of herself, that Tessa owned her sexuality and felt supremely comfortable in her skin. That only aroused him further and made the issue of low hanging fruit something he wanted to harvest rather than scorn.

And then, to his great disappointment, she said, "Back in a moment!" running to the bathroom. Taylor watched her ass cheeks flex as she went. He knew what she was doing. She was probably implanting a mini-EMP bomb in her vagina, to kill any sperm he deposited in her. Taylor felt a small pang of regret, but knew it was necessary.

And then a moment later she stood in front of him, a nude. supremely sexy woman, with her arms wide out, beckoning him. "Come to me, Michael."

"Faster, Michael, faster!" said Tessa.

Taylor was on top of her, inside of her. To Taylor's great shame the foreplay had been practically non-existent. He had been so eager to enter her and she so eager to be entered that the moment she lay back and spread her legs Taylor found he couldn't resist. But now that he was inside of her, Tessa seemed to want to get her orgasm as quickly as possible. Taylor had thought to take her slowly, but-

"Fuck me, Michael! Fuck me hard!" she growled, her thick red lips gleaming. "I want you to come inside me!"

It didn't take much convincing. Tessa felt tight and wet inside. Her breasts were jiggling all over the place as Taylor pounded into her. Her smile was perfectly framed by her big, thick curly orange hair. And her smile! That vivacious, hungry smile! She was enjoying this! She wanted him!

Taylor found he couldn't hold himself back. "Tessa, I'm going to come!"

"Yes!"

He felt himself tightening up.

"Tessa!"

"Yes, darling!"

"Tessa! Oh, oh, OH!" Taylor stiffened, and felt himself flooding into her. But even as he did, he felt immediate regret.

It had been quick. Too quick.

Still he enjoyed the sensation, the feeling of release. Weeks of being taunted by Sophie's hot embraces had practically fried his mind. To be able to come inside a woman, any woman, was a pure blessing.

"Feeling better?" she inquired.

Taylor nodded, finding he could think clearly now. Almost. "You? Did you come?"

"Of course not."

"No?"

Tessa laughed. "Don't be offended, dear. The purpose of this exercise was to help you relieve your extreme tension, and it did, didn't it?"

"Yes... it did." Taylor frowned. She had just treated this like an exercise, with no romance attached to it. He had totally misread her. He moved to pull out, make his excuses and get dressed and leave, when he felt firm hands on his shoulders.

"Where do you think you're going, buster?"

Taylor was moving inside her again, but slower now, with longer, fuller strokes.

"That's right, dear," said Tessa. "Pull all the way out, slowly. SLOWLY!"

Taylor did as instructed. His reddish rod slowly emerged from between her engorged cunt lips, inch by inch.

"Oh, what a beautiful piece of cockmeat," Tessa said, her voice saturated with admiration.

"You like it?"

"Dear, I love it!" said Tessa sincerely. "Look how much you stretched me. Just look!"

Taylor looked down at her cuntlips which was now stretched wide open. He smiled as he realized how he had shaped and molded them with his manhood.

"Now enter me again fully, but slowly, slowly, inch by inch.... ah, ah, ahhhhhh..... that's right, dear, just like that." She smiled appreciatively at him as she was lovingly impaled. "Now stop and feel yourself inside me. How does that feel?"

"Incredible," Taylor whispered, reveling in the warmth of her.

"You see? Now that I let you get off your first head of steam you can focus a little better, and think a little more rationally about what you're doing."

"Not too rationally," said Taylor, as he slowly pulled out again. He admired the way his long cock slowly reappeared in full.

"Not too rationally," Tessa agreed, with a smile. "But rationally enough that you can focus on what you're doing. Now put it back in, dear. In... and out.... In... and out.... Oh my Gallant Space Captain, I love the feel of your tremendous space cock inside of me!"

"And I love being inside of you!" Taylor smothered her neck with kisses as he felt the heat of her heavy breasts underneath him.

Her head started to sway back and forth. "Oh Michael! Oh Michael! I can feel the head of your thing... it's so big and bulbous and round... I can feel it moving inside of me... shaping me... prodding me... molding me...."

Her words moved him in a way he had never felt before. He kissed her strongly, passionately, lovingly.

"You're so deep within me, so very deep," she whispered.

"Tessa, I feel like I'm going to come again," said Taylor.

"Don't apologize, darling. Come in me. Come inside of me."

"Are you almost ready to come?"

"So nice of you to ask!" she smiled sweetly at him. "Yes, darling, I'm on the very edge of the precipice, just like you! Come in me, Michael, come inside me so we can both come together!"

Taylor sped up and started grunting. The second time was always harder for him but he felt himself making progress. Tessa started to gasp as well.

"Oh Tessa!"

"Oh Michael!"

"Tessa!"

"Michael!" she grabbed him tightly.

"Oh... oh... oh.. ooooooooh!" They cried out together as Taylor pulsed into her. It felt ten times better than before. He collapsed on top of her gratefully.

"That was incredible," said Taylor. "You were incredible."

"Thank you, dear." She smiled at him, looking very satisfied.

Taylor had the vague sense that something was wrong, as if her facial expression didn't quite match her mood, but he wasn't sure why.

Tessa cupped his balls appreciatively. "I'm glad I drained your balls. I can't wait for you to make some more for more." She smiled. "The Gallant Starship Captain turns red! Can it be that anything embarrasses him?"

"No," said Taylor gruffly.

"I should hope not," said Tessa, giving him a stern look as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm awfully glad that you came inside me tonight, Michael. Twice! Does that... does that make me your woman?" Suddenly there seemed something vulnerable in her voice, as if she feared rejection.

"Most definitely," said Taylor, with a pang of regret. He would very much enjoy the next two and a half months with Special Negotiator Contessa Hetford. But once his ship was repaired he knew she would become a memory. An exceedingly happy memory, but a memory nonetheless. Taylor would wear a mysterious, happy smile on the bridge which only Sophie might know the meaning of.

"I'm glad," said Tessa, snuggling against him. "I loved the sight of you making love to me."

"You did?"

"Um hm." She stared at him appreciatively. "A big man with a big, strong hair chest and wide shoulders pounding into me with a long, hard rod. It doesn't get much better than that."

"Is that all I was?" Taylor asked.

"No! Nooooooo!" she said, messing up his hair. "You're my darling! You're my Gallant Starship Captain! I want you to wine and dine and romance and kiss me until the end of time!" As she kissed him, Taylor felt a golden glow envelop him, and flew into her arms once more.

"We had dinner," said Taylor.

"Just dinner," said Sophie critically, as they hugged each other.

It was the following evening. They were embracing and kissing, once again, on the bench by the pond.

What was he doing? Taylor would see Tessa every night if he could, but she had to get prepared for a big meeting tomorrow. And so Taylor had found himself back at the pond.

Just to sit. Just to reflect.

But when Sophie appeared, and opened her arms, Taylor automatically flew into them without thinking. He was too used to it. Suddenly they were hugging and kissing again.

But this is wrong. All wrong. I'm with Tessa now.

And Sophie knew it.

"Was she good in bed?" Sophie asked between kisses.

"Sophie!"

"Was she, Michael?"

"Yes," said Taylor, as his shoulders slumped.

Sophie nodded as if a logical equation had been completed. "Tessa. What's her last name?"

"Why?"

"I want to look her up, to see what she looks like." She stiffened in his arms. "Are you afraid to tell me her full name?"

"No!"

"Don't you trust me?"

You're a woman in love with me and jealous as ever, Sophie. Of course I don't trust you.

But as he looked into her eyes and held her in his arms he realized he could deny her nothing. "Hetford. Her name is Contessa Hetford."

"Contessa." Sophie's eyebrows shot up and somehow she whipped a Pad out of nowhere. "Show me an image of Contessa Hetford."

An image of a grim faced Tessa appeared on the tiny screen.

"She looks better than that."

"I'll bet," said Sophie. "She's pretty, Michael." She bit her lip. "Is she as pretty as me?"

It was a mistake to tell her-

"Tell me!" She tickled him. "Tell me, Michael!"

"Yes! No! I don't know!"

"How can you not know?"

Taylor sighed. "She has a pretty face. A gorgeous smile. But...."

"But what?"

"Her breasts sag. She doesn't have nuclear implants like you do. Her ass sags a bit too. And yet..."

"Go on."

"She carries herself in such a sensual way. She's a sensual woman, Sophie, even if she doesn't have a perfect body like you do."

"I have a perfect body?" Sophie's face brightened considerably.

Taylor ignored that. "She communicates in such a sexy way. When I'm... when I'm with her she makes me focus on the sex act. To live in the moment. And she's so appreciative of my body. Appreciative of me."

"I'll bet," said Sophie. "Then what are you doing here?"

"She needs to work tonight," said Taylor.

"I'll repeat my question," said Sophie, pressing against him. "If you are so infatuated with her, what are you doing here?"

"I... Sophie...."

"Shhhhh." She pressed her lips against his. Taylor struggled for a brief moment, then gave in, with the roar of the crickets in his ears even as the blood pounded in his head.​