Fantasy The People Makers

Taylor and Tessa were having sex again.

It was their third formal romantic encounter, the fourth time they had met. Tessa wore a tight nearly sheer shirt and miniskirt which left no doubts about her intentions. They had talked and flirted wildly over dinner and then headed back to her place.

But when they arrived and the doorlock clicked into place, Taylor glided towards her but was surprised by a restraining palm.

"What's wrong?" Taylor asked.

"You seem to presume we're going to be having sex," said Tessa, in a stern tone.

"Well...."

"Michael, just because we had sex last time doesn't mean I'm going to consent to it again. We don't have to have sex every time we get together, do we?"

"I suppose not," said Taylor. What game was she playing? He tried to scream her. "So, what would you like to do?"

"I don't know, let me consider...." Tessa tapped her foot thoughtfully and scratched her china s she gazed upwards at the ceiling. And then she stared at him directly and broke out into a giant grin. "Let's have giant, earth shattering, fucking monkey sex!"

This time they had foreplay, and it was long and slow and incredible. First they got naked and gently touched each other's bodies. Tessa looked right into his eyes as she stroked him. She marveled as he got hard to her touch. "There's nothing more flattering a man can give a girl than an erection, Michael. Nothing," she said. She smiled as he reddened, stroking his penis lovingly. "I like feeling you get hard to my touch, Michael. I like seeing you get hard as you look at my body, thinking about me."

Michael found himself falling into large hypnotic green eyes. "You make me so hard, Tessa," said Taylor in a broken, intimate voice unfamiliar to his own ears.

"I love to hear that, Darling," she said, kissing him.

"I like your heavy breasts," Taylor said in the same, tortured tone. He reached out and stroked them gently.

"Even though they point down?"

"Even though they point down. They're wonderful warm, loving handfuls, like cookie dough." He felt his penis tingle as he squeezed them lovingly. Ooooh!

Tessa cackled and kissed him hysterically. "Cookie dough! No one's ever said that to me before!"

And then Tessa abruptly stood up before him. Taylor looked startled as she faced him, bending her left leg outwards and putting her hands on her hips, to better display her cunt. Her cuntlips were thick and red and fleshy. "How do you like that, Darling?"

"You're beautiful!" said Taylor. "But what are you doing?"

"Showing you my body." She thrust her breasts out and spread her legs. "You like?"

"Yes!"

"Take a holo."

"What?"

"Would you like to take a holo?"

"Sure!" Taylor couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was like no other woman he had ever met! She seemed to revel in her sexuality while other women he had been with had doled it out with an eyedropper. He picked up his Pad and aimed it at her, still posing. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, Honey. Snap away."

And so Tessa posed happily, spreading her legs, cupping her large breasts, bending over, bending backwards, whatever Taylor or she could think of. She seemed delighted every time she assumed a new position which pleased Taylor. She gave him her tits and her smile and her cunt and he took and took and took, snapping images like mad. Taylor couldn't believe what he was doing.

"I love your smile when you take holos of me, Space Captain. I love the way your penis vibrates as you look at me."

"Oh Tessa, you make me so hot for you!" Taylor cried.

"Do I?" She smiled broadly.

"Yes!"

"Then pose for me."

"What?" Taylor looked startled.

"Pose for me, and let me take holos of you."

Suddenly Taylor understood. This has been the real purpose of this holo session. Tessa had encouraged him to take nude holos of her so she could do the same for him.

Tessa put her hands on her hips. Her sexuality was alive and glowing, her tits laid bare, her orange pubic triangle on blatant display for him. "What's wrong, Darling? Can I trust you not to do anything inappropriate with the snaps you've taken of me?"

"Of course!"

"Then can you trust me not to do the same with you?"

Taylor rapidly screaned her. He sensed no deception in her. Only lust, glowing orange red hot lust for him. Under any other circumstances he would never agree... never....

Tessa picked up her Pad and tapped her foot impatiently. "Honey, I'm waiting."

Taylor slowly got up and stood before her. "How do you want me to stand?"

"Spread your legs wider. Wider, dear."

Taylor bit his lip. He never imagined modeling for another woman like this. If Tessa released these holos, it could destroy his career.

"Do you have to frown like you're being tortured by the Ramadans, Dear?"

Taylor instinctively broke out in a laugh and he heard a click of her Pad. "That's better dear. Now point your delicious penis downwards. No, not that far down. Here, let me show you." Pad in hand she raced over to him, showing him the proper angle she wanted. Then she looked hungrily at his penis and slipped the head of it into her mouth.

"Hey!" Taylor cried. "Oh... oh... ohhhhhh!"

Tessa pulled out with a slurp and a pop.

"Hey!" Taylor cried.

"What bothers you more, that I did it without permission, or that I stopped?" Her green eyes glittered with amusement.

"Both. Neither." Taylor looked down at the wet head of his penis. "What are you doing to me?"

"I thought you'd look even more interesting if the head of your shaft glistened. I want the most perfect holos of the sexiest man in the galaxy."

When she said that Taylor found he could deny her nothing. He angled his penis downwards to make it look longer, and heard the artificial click of her Pad. He pointed his erection to the right and thrust his chest out. Click. He got on his hands and knees and was acutely aware of his penis bobbing downwards between his legs. Click. And then in a bold move Tessa put the timer on and rushed over and once again put his shaft into her mouth. Click.

As Taylor posed for her, doing anything she asked, he felt himself relaxing and enjoying it more and more. She was helping to express his sexuality in a new and daring way.

Tessa sang to Taylor as he moved in and out of her vagina.

"I went down to mah favorite fishing hole."

In. Out.

"I went down to mah favorite fishing hole."

In. Out.

"And saw the cutest boy there, the cutest boy there. And he had a long rod in mah fishing hole."

In. Out. Taylor groaned.

"And I says, watcha doin there, watcha doin there?"

In. Out.

"And he says he's gone a-fishin as he dips in and out... . in and out,... in and out.... in and out... he keeps dippin' in and out."

In. Out. Taylor groaned again. She was so tight, so sexy, so fun!

"He dips in and out and he's gotta big smile, he's gotta big smile."

In. Out.

"And so I decide to let him fish in my hole for a while, my hole for a while-"

Taylor laughed even as he plowed into her "You are so sexy, Tessa! And I don't just mean your cunt! Your mind, your body... everything!"

"Thank you, my Gallant Space Captain," she said, her green eyes sparkling. "You are too. I love the feeling of your hard shaft inside me. Filling me. Seeding me."

Her words moved him like none other. He looked down at her cunt. Tessa had a big, curly pubic bush. Taylor had had to feel around to find her entrance more than once, making her laugh. But her enormous pubis, her big, heavy, jello-like breasts made her seem so feminine, so womanly. As he pounded into her, Taylor felt his penis tightening.

"You make me so hard, Tessa," Taylor groaned. "I'm aching for you now!"

"I am too, lover! Come for me, my Gallant Space Captain! Come for me now!"

Taylor frowned, as if something on the edge of his senses were bothering him, something that was incongruous but he couldn't quite identify what. His attention was focused on much more important things, on the tightness in his penis and balls.

Tessa, cackling leaned forward and bit him on the ear. The unexpected stimulation sent him right over the edge, and he groaned as his penis erupted inside of her, filling his new and exciting lover with his seed once more.

"You bit me!" said Taylor, touching his ear gingerly.

"That I did. Did it help you get off?"

"I.... yeah," said Taylor. "But it was... unexpected."

"Don't you like surprises?" She looked at him longingly as they lay arm in arm. "I hunger for you, Michael."

"Still? Didn't you come?"

"Of course I did," she said. "But that only eases the hungering. It doesn't end it. I can't get enough of you." She kissed him repeatedly for several minutes, rubbing her bare legs against his. "I love this part the most. The after part. The togetherness. The intimacy."

"Better than the actual sex?"

"No, silly! Nothing is better than sex," Tessa said. "But I like this too, in a different way. Every time we have sex we grow closer and closer. It's like our minds are being reprogrammed with stimulation to be addicted to each other more and more."

"Sexual brainwashing." Taylor felt a shiver down his spine.

"Sexual brainwashing. Yeah, I like that." Tessa said. She snaked a hand downwards.

"What are you doing, Tessa?"

"What do you think I'm doing, Michael?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Tessa, I can't do it again so quickly-"

"Can't you?"

In moments, rubber had converted to iron. Tessa did that to him.

"Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me real hard," she whispered in his ear with hot breath.

Taylor moved to mount her again. But when he looked down he saw with a surprise that the entrance to her vagina was covered with a bright red rose.

"What is this?"

"Don't you recognize one of the roses you bought me?"

Somehow, without being seen, Tessa had inserted the head of a red rose between her labial lips.

"What do you expect me to do with that?"

"I expect you to fuck it, Michael." She gave him a hard look and then sighed. "Must I show you everything? All right." She took his engorged penis in hand and gently pressed it against the head of the rose. As she moved it a half inch between the petals Taylor realized that the opening between the petals was symbolic of the opening of her vagina. The soft layers of the petals stimulated the head of his penis. He took over, inching himself forward back and forth, back and forth.

"That's right, that's right lover," she said excitedly. "How does it feel?"

"Feels... good," Taylor grunted. "But...."

"But what?"

"But I prefer the real thing."

"Then take it!"

She said it in such a commanding way that Taylor felt his penis tremble. He plucked out the rose and inserted himself instead. He sank into her like an eager seal diving into the sea and started rubbing within her vigorously. As he did he felt his hair being fondled, stroked.

"That's right, my Gallant Space Captain." She studied his face, his glassy eyes which looked as if they were a thousand miles away. She slapped him lightly.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"What were you just thinking about?"

"I don't know!" said Taylor.

"Live in the moment, Michael! Live in the moment! What are you thinking about now?"

Taylor stared down at her even as the length of him was embedded inside of her. "Your sexy green eyes. Your sexy smile."

"Go on."

"Your heavy breasts. Your bright red nipples." He looked down. "Your thick bush."

"You like women with thick bushes, dear?"

Taylor nodded. "It makes you look so womanly." He was moving with short, rapid thrusts now. "Ah! Tessa, you feel so good inside! I feel so close to you!"

"I feel so close to you too, Honey!" said Tessa. And then, as he closed in on his climax, she spoke to him again. But this time she didn't sing to him. Instead she looked into his eyes and said,

"I love you."

In. Out.

"I love you."

In. Out.

The first time she had said it, Taylor had barely noticed. But the second time startled him, as if hearing it for the first time.

"I love you!"

In. Out.

She stared at him with fierce devoted sparkling green eyes. Taylor felt the ardor of her love exciting him, pushing closer and closer to orgasm.

"I love you!"

"Oh!" Taylor felt his entire body stiffening.

"Yes, my love!"

"Tessa, I'm gonna come-"

"Yes, Darling!"

"I'm gonna come-"

"Say my name, darling! Say my name and look into my eyes!"

Bright green emeralds staring relentlessly at him. "Tessa.. Tessa... Ohhhhhh!" As Taylor creamed inside of her, her face was imprinted all over the pleasure washing over his mind. Her gorgeous eyes, thick lips, and thick curly orange hair. He wanted her more than anything.

Brainwashing, she had called it.

"How was it, dear?" she asked, playing with his chest hair.

"Incredible. You?"

"Wonderful," said Tessa.

Taylor frowned, as if once again he sensed something was wrong, but didn't know quite what it was. It was like something just being the range of his sensory perception.

She stroked his hair and smiled. "The way you pound into me... your strong manly body, your hairy chest, your broad shoulders, your handsome face... you are so incredibly sexy."

Taylor gasped. "I've... I've never been with anyone who complimented me so much."

"Never?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"The women I've been with enjoyed it, but they were never so....."

"Appreciative?"

Taylor nodded.

Tessa kissed him. "You'll find I can be very appreciative when I'm in the mood, Darling." She licked her lips. "I didn't put too much pressure on you, did I?"

"Pressure? You mean-"

"When I said what I said," she said, staring at him intently. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or pressure you. Just because I said I love you in the heat of the moment doesn't mean you're required to do so to."

There was an awkward pause. "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you love me?"

Tessa stared at him for a long moment. She was so intense! "How could I not?"

"She said she loved me," said Taylor.

Sophie kissed him passionately.

"She said she loved me while I was making love to her," said Taylor.

Sophie ground her breasts against him, trying to elicit her own reaction. "I know what that's like." She kissed him again.

Sophie didn't react with the usual jealousy when Taylor told her that Tessa had confessed her love for him. If anything, it made Sophie even hotter for him. Sophie really was in love with him and Taylor realized that nothing could change that. She ground her plush lips against his as Taylor described in intimate detail how he fucked her, how he inserted his ramrod cock in her and made her cry.

"Was she as wet as me?" Sophie whispered between passionate kisses.

"Yes."

"Was she as tight as me?"

"Yesss....."

Sophie kissed him frantically. "And when you came inside of her, how did it feel?"

"Oh Sophie... it felt so good," Taylor whispered.

She squeezed his groin, making him groan as she kissed him again. Taylor was hard again and aching.

What was he doing? How could he describing the most intimate acts with his newest girlfriend with his old one? It felt like a betrayal.

And yet he just sat there, on the bench, and gave as good as he got.

As long as it's not sex it's not a betrayal, not really, he told himself.

But somehow, Sophie had inserted herself and become part of the equation of him and Tessa.

She wanted him in uniform.

Tessa was showing him off at a diplomatic function. She had her arm wrapped firmly around his. Taylor felt uncomfortable being displayed as a "trophy boyfriend"; if anything, such roles were usually reversed. But there was an undeniable bond between them now. During their last sexual encounter, when he had climaxed, staring at Tessa's sweet, beautiful face, something had changed inside of Taylor, and he felt inclined to do anything, almost anything, if it would make Tessa happy.

He could practically screan her happiness, a warm orange glow inside of her as she showed him off to one friend after another. She was so proud of him, or perhaps, so proud of her conquest of him, Taylor was not quite sure. Not that it mattered.

"Michael, I'd like you to meet my boss's boss, Deputy Secretary Sheila Barnes-Trainor. Sheila, this is-"

"Captain Taylor. I've heard," she said, smiling at him. Sheila Barnes-Trainor was a fit woman in her early 50's who hadn't let her face or body go to pot. In a way she reminded him of Admiral Chellina, though the two women hardly looked alike. "So you're Tessa's new friend."

Her new friend.

"Uh, yes," said Taylor. What to call himself? He found the term "boyfriend" to be antiquated and not very formal.

Barnes-Trainor gave him an appraising look. She had a bold chikdik sticking out of her pants, pointed straight at him. "You're the famous Michael Taylor who saved the planet, aren't you?"

"I had a minor role in the Black Box affair," said Taylor.

"There was a holostory about you, though the actor who played you wasn't nearly as handsome," said the Deputy Secretary.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Oh, please, call me Sheila. We're all friends here." She reached out and squeezed his hand, and in that moment Taylor screaned that she was attracted to him, even as her chikdik pointed straight at him.

For the next several minutes they chatted like dear friends even though Taylor had never felt particularly friendly to members of the Diplomatic Corps. More often than not he had found them a hindrance to his missions. The Deputy Secretary inquired about his past commands, praised his success on his missions, and told Tessa that she had stolen the most dashing Captain in the Survey Service.

It was almost a relief when an aide came by and whispered something in her ear and pulled her away.

"Duty calls," she said, almost apologetically. "It was nice to meet you, Captain."

"Michael," Taylor smiled.

"Michael," she said, smiling back at him. And then she was gone.

Tessa looked at him, evidently waiting for his reaction.

"She seems like a nice lady. Very... warm."

"Warm is not the word that many have used to describe the Deputy Secretary," said Tessa. "She has a reputation for being rather stern, actually."

"Maybe I brought out the good side in her," said Taylor.

"Hm, maybe you did." She smiled up at him and stroked his chin, and for a moment Taylor was worried that she might kiss him in public, but the moment passed.

Janice Crock and Habiba Suwall were a different kettle of fish. They were coworkers of Tessa's, roving diplomats with Ambassadorial rank who seemed to be her friends, but if they were her friends, Taylor discovered that they weren't very good ones.

"The two of you are such a cute couple," said Janice. "But I'm surprised, Captain. I had heard that you were attracted to younger, more... athletic types."

"Trust me, Ms. Crock, Tessa is very athletic where it counts," said Taylor. "And as for younger, I did pursue younger women when I myself was younger. But as I got older I realized that what I wanted was a woman of substance and depth."

"Yes, I'm sure you're very capable at exploring depths," said Habiba, and both of them laughed. "Tessa has also been a well known explorer too. How many starship captains have you gotten to know, dear?"

"A few, Habiba," Tessa admitted. "I find I enjoy their company better than the professional male escorts on M street. They're more talkative, and more skilled where it counts."

Habiba recoiled slightly as if she had been hit with a body blow.

"How long are you going to be with us, Captain? A week? Two?" Janice asked.

"More like two and a half months," said Taylor. "My ship is undergoing repairs."

"And then when will you be back in Port Auburn again?"

Taylor shrugged. "A day, a week, a month, who can tell?"

"Such is the tragedy of romancing a Survey Service officer," said Janice. "Here one day, gone the next. You two are such a lovely couple, it will be sad when fate tears you apart."

"Janice, I would think you would envy me for having a relationship which lasted for three full months," said Tessa. "How many weeks did you date that foreman? And before him, how many days were you with that graphical programmer?"

Janice gave Tessa a startled look. Taylor mightily resisted the urge to laugh.

"I think they're a great couple," said Habiba. "Perhaps the renown Captain Taylor can be the one who can finally satisfy dear Tessa's... unusual appetites."

Unusual appetites?

"Careful dear, your little green monster is showing," said Tessa.

Habiba, puzzled, looked down, and this time Taylor really did laugh.

"And those are your friends?"

"My coworkers. Not the same thing," said Tessa.

"Why did you want me to meet them?"

"I don't know," Tessa shrugged.

"I think I do," said Taylor. "You wanted to make them jealous."

"Maybe I did," said Tessa, smiling. She rubbed her hands over his shoulders and upper arms. "I confess to being just wild about you, my Dear Space Captain. Your handsome face, your firm jaw, your steely gaze, your broad, manly shoulders," she ran her hands over them deliciously, "your strong, firm body, everything about you. I want to show you off to the world, to let everyone know that you are mine."

Taylor felt his penis start to assemble in his pants as she kissed him.

"And this, my Gallant Space Captain, this is my best friend in the whole wide world, Maggie Tysons. Maggie, say hello to-"

"Captain Taylor. I've heard so much about you."

Taylor was rewarded with a quick hug as if they were old friends. When she pulled back, Taylor saw that Maggie had green eyes, just like Tessa. But the similarity ended there. Maggie was slender with a smaller bust, and had straight dark hair instead of Tessa's thick orange curly mane. But her intensity felt the same.

"He's just as handsome in real life as he is in the holos," said Maggie, her eyes sparkling as she rubbed his arm.

The holos? Was Maggie referring to the public holos of him, taken after the Black Box incident, or... was she referring to the holos Tessa had taken of him, the ones he had posed for, naked, sporting an enormous erection?

"And a bit shy, too, I can see," said Maggie. "Very charming indeed. Perhaps you feel a little reluctant to be taken around by Tessa and showed off like a prize bull."

Taylor laughed. Maggie was not only perceptive, but funny too. "Well, it makes Tessa happy-"

"And what makes Tessa happy makes you happy," said Maggie. "This I understand. Tessa and I share everything, all our joys and our sorrows, Captain. You know she loves you, don't you? But do you love her?" Before he could answer Maggie looked deeply into his eyes and spoke again. "Not quite, but you're getting there. It just takes men a little longer."

"I'm working him over," said Tessa, grabbing his arm possessively.

"Yes, I'm sure you are," said Maggie.

Taylor felt a little embarrassed being talked about like an object or a thing in front of the two women.

"Yes, Captain, Tessa is simply crazy about you, and who wouldn't be? Do you feel the eyes of all the women in the room on you?"

Taylor casually looked around. "Some."

"And modest too," said Maggie. "Don't let him go, Tessa."

Tessa held onto his arm tightly. "Don't worry, I won't."

"Do you two have plans tonight?"

"Yes," said Tessa, crossing one leg in front of the other. "My Gallant Space Captain is taking me out to dinner."

"And in for other things, I'm sure," Maggie smiled. "You two make such a perfect couple. May I take a holo, please?"

Tessa looked at Taylor enquiringly. He nodded.

Maggie took a few steps back and raised her Pad. Taylor felt Tessa's grip on his arm go tighter.

Click!

And then it was done. Maggie pressed a button and a holo appeared of Taylor and Tessa standing side by side.

"Wonderful," said Maggie. "You two are simply charming. I'll send it over to your Pad, dear."

"Please do," said Tessa.

"Well, I'm sure you have things to do, places to go, people to see," said Maggie. "As for me, I'll just go on home and sit on my couch with a bowl of popcorn and watch an old holofilm while you two have fun." She leaned forward and kissed Taylor on the cheek. "I'll be thinking of you two tonight," she whispered in his ear. Taylor looked startled and she smiled.

"Non-interference with less advanced cultures is the general rule of the Survey Service. But it's just that, a general rule," said Taylor.

He was lecturing to his class of mostly cadet women. Cadets Sydney Straighter and Susan Craw were both sitting in the front row, staring at him with glazed looks on their faces. The girls came up after every class to talk to him, and he imagined this time would be no different.

"But when we landed on PR-52981 the locals, not understanding who or what we were, threatened to kill us. The only way we could convince them not to was to tell them that we were their Gods. After the accident which killed most of my crew, I was the senior officer left alive. The decision was up to me," said Taylor. "So we decided, I decided, to assume the role of their Gods. It was a very controversial decision. When we were eventually rescued, I was put on trial for my actions, a very public event that some of you may have heard about as a child." Tittering.

"I was acquitted for my actions and even promoted to Lieutenant Commander. But the event was still not without controversy. Yes, Cadet?"

Cadet Alyssa Ashkenazi said, "You shouldn't have interfered, Captain! Thousands of people died under your rule!" A chorus of boos went up in the room. "You held yourself up as a God... and sexually abused countless women-" The boos of disapproval grew even louder.

"Now, now, class, quiet down. Let's have a civil discussion," said Taylor. "Cadet Ashkenazi, what would you have done in our place? Would you have declined to assume the role of their Gods and allowed them to execute you?"

"Of course not!" said Ashkenazi.

"But that was the choice we faced," said Taylor.

Ashkenazi rubbed her nose. "I, I would have told them I want to appeal to the Intergalactic Court of Human Rights-"

The entire class broke out in laughter. Taylor quieted them down. "Cadet Ashkenazi, these people had never heard of the Intergalactic Court of Human Rights. To them we were either Gods, or evil beings to be killed. There is no perfect solution when you're stranded on a planet full of primitives-"

"Less developed peoples-"

"Primitives, yes, that's what I said," said Taylor. "I can see you have your view of how the galaxy ought to be organized. But I think over time you'll need to take into account how the galaxy is actually organized." He glanced at his chrono. "That's enough for today. Class dismissed."

Cadets Sydney Straighter and Susan Craw immediately made a beeline for his desk.

"Don't mind her, Captain-"

"She's always blathering on about social justice-"

"I've seen her kind before," said Taylor. "In fact, in my own cadet class we had another woman named Alyssa, Alyssa Fishbein, who had the same kind of dogmatic view of how things should be. My drill sergeant quickly disabused her of that notion with a lot of therapeutic pushups."

Taylor still remembered the moment of Sergeant Chappie standing over her, yelling out, Come on, Fishy, give me ten!

The girls laughed. "Listen, Captain, would you like to go out for a drink?" Cadet Straighter asked.

"A drink?"

"You told us you were a God, but nothing about what it was actually like to be a God," said Cadet Craw.

Taylor looked hesitant.

"Please?" said Straighter.

Why not?
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