Fantasy The People Makers

Tessa's eyes narrowed as if she were being mocked or tested.

"You said there was one more."

"Did I?" She wiped sweat off her forehead as she made love to him. "Yes. Captain Robert Michaels of the Indomitable. Boy, was he indomitable, especially in bed! Handsome, charming, very fuckable, the complete package."

"So what happened?"

"What?"

"What happened between you and him?"

"He... he had to ship out, as you all do," said Tessa.

"Do you ever see him again when he returned to Earth?"

"N... no," said Tessa, looking uncomfortable.

"Why not?" Taylor asked.

"It just wasn't meant to be," said Tessa.

"Why?"

"It just... wasn't," said Tessa, with finality.

Taylor screaned there was something more, something Tessa was not telling him. But then she started pressuring him.

"Tell me more about this Pam."

Taylor had told her briefly about his journey to the year one billion, about his meeting the research tool who had taken the form of Pamela Nesbitt, his former girlfriend, but he hadn't provided details. That, like everything else, was classified.

Tessa once again used her amazing internal muscular control. "Tell me, Michael! Tell me!"

Taylor gasped. "She... she was a machine, a constructed entity, and yet also something more. A part of her had taken human form, and started to become corrupted by her baser animal desires."

"Baser animal desires. I like that," said Tessa, as she rode his shaft. "Tell me more."

"She wanted to experience sex. But she wanted it as if to conduct a test experiment. I withheld it from her. I withheld it from her until she really wanted it... because she wanted me," said Taylor, gasping as he talked. He was getting close now. "Tessa, she was so sexy! She had the face and body of my hot blonde girlfriend, and she was constantly rubbing against me, begging me, imploring me, 'Make love to me, Taylor! This body wants you to make love to it!'"

"How fucking exciting!"

"I know! And she was wearing a special fuckation dress-"

"Fuckation dress?"

"A dress Pam, the original Pam wore for me once on vacation, it was basically like a long slender V shaped towel that barely covered her breasts and vagina. Tessa, I wanted her so badly!" Taylor gasped, as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching.

"And so did you fuck her, Michael?"

"Yes!" Taylor cried. "We fucked among the stars!"

"What?"

"She transported us... into outer space... around Jupiter, Saturn, other constellations... I saw green, pink, and purple galaxies being formed in fast motion as we fucked in outer space!"

"Just floating, in outer space?"

"Yes!"

"Oh Michael, that must have been so romantic!"

"Yes! It was unforgettable! Tessa... Tessa-"

"Come for me, Michael!"

"Oh Tessa!"

"Come inside of me, Michael! Fill me with your sperm!"

"Uuuuuh!" Taylor's eyes rolled upwards and his body shook violently.

"And so you climaxed inside of her?" Sophie asked, the following evening.

"Yes," said Taylor, feeling shame. "While I was talking about fucking Pam, I climaxed inside of Tessa. She didn't seem to mind. She seemed to actually enjoy it." He felt so hot from Sophie's wild, passionate kisses.

She was also rubbing him again, stroking his erection through his pants. She tried to worm his way into her pants, so she could touch him directly, but Taylor restrained her with his hand. "No, Sophie," he said.

She gave him a cross expression barely visible in the moonlight but resumed stroking him through his pants. "I could make it much more enjoyable if I could touch you directly."

"We... we shouldn't be doing this at all," Taylor gasped, as he felt Sophie's hand moving like a blur over his encased erection.

"You're very good at breaking the rules, when it suits you," said Sophie. "Remember Yeoman King?"

"You... you knew about Yeoman King?"

"Michael, I knew everything," Sophie said, kissing him deeply. He loved the feeling of her breasts pressed against him.

"It was only once."

"Just the once," Sophie agreed, as she stroked his cock.

"Ooooh Sophie."

"You like?" He saw a hint of a smile in moonlight.

"Yesss!"

"Then touch my breasts, Michael."

"What?"

"If you want me to continue, touch my breasts! I have needs too!"

I have needs too. It's a phrase he never expected a Passive Observer to say, least of all Sophie. But what he was seeing was the hidden, passionate side of his first officer raw and sexual right in his face.

Taylor, feeling guilty, reached out and tentatively touched Sophie's breasts through her shirt. Even through her rigid control collar he could feel her firm globes. Sophie groaned with pleasure as he fondled them for the first time, however indirectly. For her it was an important step, a step in the right direction in her plan to seduce her Captain.

Taylor was well aware of this as well. Sophie had kissed him and he had kissed her back, but that is where his level of participation had ended... until now. Now that he was touching her, he was an equal coparticipant.

"Oh yes, Michael! How I've ached to feel your touch!" Sophie cried.

Taylor never expected to hear such a declaration of passion from her. But this was a very different Sophie Astor from the one the world knew. She was a woman, lost in arousal, and she was not the only one.

"Oh, Sophie-"

"Let it come, Michael!"

"Sophie!"

"Michael!"

"Oh, Sophie!" Taylor cried out as he felt his penis throb inside his pants. Once again he was firing at point blank range, and found he had soiled himself.

Sophie, wearing a goofy grin, collapsed in his arms. In the moonlight he could see her erect nipples imprinted on her shirt.

"Oh Michael," she said softly, rubbing his hair.

She couldn't get release.

That was the problem with Sophie's relationship with Taylor.

She found her sessions with him incredibly arousing but she couldn't get release. She needed a sex partner, one who would allow her to go all the way.

After realizing that Clarence Norman would be unable to remotely satisfy her needs she turned her attention to Commander Bruce Boxleiter of the USS Agamemnon. He was a handsome officer capable of carrying on a conversation and his ship, like Sophie's, was in port for repairs. He was handsome... and available.

Sophie decided she would have two dates with him before deciding whether to let him inside her vagina. He was clearly willing. He dazzled her with flattering smiles and told her how pretty she was.

But Commander Bruce Boxleiter of the USS Agamemnon was boring. Sophie tried to tell herself that it didn't matter. A body was a body. She would use him for sex and that would be that. But as she stared at the handsome Survey Service Commander, she realized she couldn't work up the urge to invite him back to her apartment.

No, he wouldn't work, not at all.

Tessa welcomed Taylor to her apartment with a strong kiss and hug. She was wearing a sheer nightgown which practically had FUCK ME written all over it. It was with some surprise, then, when Taylor put his hands all over her, Tessa pulled back suddenly with a mysterious smile. "Careful, Gallant Captain. I'm riding the wild red rapids."

Taylor looked puzzled.

"My period. You've never heard it called the wild red rapids?"

"Not recently," Taylor admitted.

"Well then," She said, playing with his collar possessively. "You have to get out more." She looked at his expression. "Poor Michael. You expect an evening of platonic conversation and four dimensional chess, don't you?" Before he could answer she added, "That's what all your former girlfriends did, isn't it?"

"Most of them," said Taylor, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

Tessa laughed, and it was like the sound of sparkling water in a fountain. "Let's see if we can't do a little better."

"The tip, Tessa, rub me harder at the tip!" said Taylor urgently.

Tessa stroked the tip of his penis, but softly. She couldn't let him come, not yet. "I know how you like it at the tip, Michael. Does it feel good for you?"

"Yes, Tessa, it feels really good!" Taylor cried. He was completely naked, lying on her couch with his legs stiffly pointed straight forward while Tessa, only wearing her underwear, fisted his shaft expertly. Her heavy breasts hung downwards like overripe eggplants. He could see the outline of a thick rectangular pad in her underwear.

"Tell me more about Cherry."

This was Tessa's way. She enjoyed hearing about his past lovers. Taylor had told her how he had fallen for Cherry Oteri at the Survey Service Academy and had had a brief but passionate relationship.

"There's not much to tell (gasp!). We made love in the forest during our survival training-"

"Yes, I know that. I mean after that."

"After that?" said Taylor.

"The other thing, Michael. The thing you're hiding from me." She looked at him accusingly as her hand fisted his shaft, her heavy breasts bouncing with every motion.

Taylor gasped as his shaft was expertly manipulated. Tessa could not screan, but sometimes she had an uncanny insight into other people. Probably a very useful skill for a diplomat, and part of what made her such a great negotiator.

"We... we met several years later," said Taylor. "Right before she left the Survey Service. When she was pregnant with her first child, in a very major way." He remembered seeing Cherry nearly eight months pregnant. Her belly had been enormous!

"And?" said Tessa. Her hand slowed down, her grip got softer.

"Tessa!"

"And?" she repeated, her hand pausing.

"We... we did it," said Taylor.

Tessa's hand started to go faster. "It? I'm sorry, my Gallant Space Captain, but I don't know what it is."

She wanted him to say it. She wanted to get aroused by hearing him say it. "I... we... we had sex together." He groaned as Tessa's hand tightened into a fist on his shaft.

"Are you telling me that the brave, bold, honorable Survey Service Captain, the famous, the infamous Michael Tiberius Taylor, fucked a woman who was heavily pregnant with another man's child?"

"Oooooh, oh Tessa!" Taylor cried.

"You like risky sex, don't you, Michael?"

"Oh! Ah!" Taylor gasped.

"Seducing another man's pregnant wife, it excites you, doesn't it?" She gritted her teeth as she masturbated him. "Come for me, Michael. Come for me as you fantasize about banging another man's pregnant wife!" She could sense him tightening up, could sense him-

"Yes, oh Tessa, oh Tessa, I'm coming! Ooooh! Aaaaaaahhhh!" A high arc of white liquid shot out of the head of Taylor's penis and landed on the coffee table. That arc was followed by three more in rapid succession.

Tessa milked him approvingly as the streams burst out of him. "That's right, dear. Let it out, let it all out. Doesn't that feel good?"

Afterwards they lay together, legs intertwined, just enjoying the feeling of each others' body. Taylor felt supremely relaxed. "Oliver Rendall? Really?"

"Um hm," said Tessa, her hand playing over his chest as she stared at him with frank adoration.

Taylor supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. Oliver Rendall was a well known holoactor. He could have any woman he wanted. But Tessa was gorgeous, and very personable.

"We met at an embassy party. It was ten years ago. I was much hotter than I am now."

"I can't imagine that," said Taylor.

He got a kiss for that. "Thank you, dear. I was instantly smitten with him, and he with me. It turned out that despite our different backgrounds we had a lot in common."

"In common? Like what?"

"He liked vagina... and I liked penis!" Tessa laughed and laughed, even as Taylor tickled her. "Stop! Stop! Michael, the Survey Service commands you to stop!"

"You don't give the orders here," Taylor growled, giving her a strong kiss. She kissed him back strongly, intertwining her legs even more closely with his, trying vainly to hump him with the remains of his former erection.

"So what happened?" Taylor asked.

"We were good for a while... but it wasn't meant to last."

"Why not?"

"Lawrence... he had the common failing of most actors. Narcissism. Concern only for his own pleasure."

"I know what it means," said Taylor. "So... he couldn't satisfy you?"

Tessa looked away. "Not in the way I wanted."

Tessa couldn't, or wouldn't see him every evening. Sometimes her work required her to dictate reports in the evenings or prepare electronic documents for the following day. That suited Taylor perfectly because it allowed him to easily fall into Sophie's arms.

You like doing risky, immoral things, don't you? Tessa's accusatory words rang in his ears. Truthfully, he wasn't really sure if Tessa would object if she knew what he and Sophie were doing; she certainly seemed plenty aroused by his past sexual exploits. The present, however, might be another matter.

Sophie was becoming more and more aggressive during their trysts. That night she started by rubbing him through his trousers but quickly raised the stakes by opening his fastening and boldly put her hand inside.

"No, Sophie, not here!" Taylor cried. "What if someone sees us?"

"Then someone sees us," she said, kissing him strongly. The strength of her kiss withered his resistance. He lay back and let his first officer stroke his penis inside his pants. Her hand moved expertly up and down on him. "Do you like that, Michael?"

"Sophie. it feels incredible!" said Taylor.

"Then touch me. Touch me back."

He saw the pleading in her eyes, and could not resist. He reached over and put his hands on Sophie's dayshirt. She gave him an angry glare. He reached down and moved his hands under her dayshirt, then upwards. Sophie wasn't wearing a control collar. Taylor found himself fondling her breasts directly.

"Ooooh. Oh Michael," she said. "How I've longed for your touch!"

Her arousal touched him deeply. He felt his penis tingling and tightening up.

"Sophie!"

"Michael!"

"Sophie, I'm with another woman!"

"I don't care! Right now you're with me!"

"Sophie!"

"Michael!"

"Sophie!"

"Michael, I love you!"

"Oh... oh.. oooooooh!" Taylor groaned mightily as sperm shot out of the tip of his penis, splattering all over his Survey Service dayshirt.

He gasped and slowly recovered. "Look what you've done," he mumbled, looking down at him.

"What I've done?" Sophie giggled.

Sophie never giggled. What had happened to his first officer?

There was an instructors' gathering at the Academy. Taylor thought it natural to invite Tessa. Once again he felt the eyes on the beauty he had with him. Though as Tessa had pointed out last time he screaned a certain number of women staring enviously at him too.

Taylor spied Sophie across the room. She stared at him for a moment, looked away, and then back at him, and this time she was the one to come over to them. No, Sophie, no!

"Sophie!" said Taylor, giving a forced smile. "You remember Tessa."

"Of course," said Sophie. "Ambassador."

"Actually, I'm a Special Negotiator, though I do have Ambassadorial rank," said Tessa.

"Which is why I called you Ambassador," said Sophie.

"Sophie, I want us to be friends. Why don't you call me Tessa?"

"Very well... Tessa," said Sophie, saying her name with the greatest of reluctance as if it burned her to do it.

Suddenly Commander Nyguen Ndo, an instructor in particle physics came over. "Michael! Commandant Swampscott was looking all over for you! He'd like a word."

"Of course," said Taylor. "Ladies, excuse me." As he walked away he felt a sudden chill as he left his girlfriend with his other secret lover. Sophie had become increasingly reckless and erratic of late, not to mention jealous. Would she reveal the things they had shared at the pond over the past several weeks?

Tessa smiled at her competitor. "It's good to see you again, Sophie."

"Is it?" Sophie drained her drink in one gulp. "You are a diplomat. You are schooled in social niceties."

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Tessa asked.

"Some prefer things more open, more honest," said Sophie, running a finger inside her empty glass.

Tessa looked amused. "What kind of honesty would you like to share with me today, Sophie?"

"Gratitude."

"Gratitude?"

"For easing the Captain's tensions. As I'm sure you know Captain Taylor has been with women, many women, but you have been especially useful in easing his sexual tensions."

"Oh, so he discusses his sexual tensions with you?"

"No," said Sophie.

"Then how do you know-"

"I am a Passive Observer. I can see that the Captain is more relaxed after each session with you."

"I should hope so," said Tessa, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm enjoying our sessions too. Tell me, Sophie, how long have you been in love with my Gallant Captain?"

Sophie blinked. "I never said I was in love with him."

"Are you?"

"No."

Tessa leaned towards her, and gave a sexy smile. "Tell me, Sophie, do Passive Observers lie?"

"Your question is illogical."

"Why?"

"Because if I say that Passive Observers lie, you will not know whether my answer to your previous question was true. And if I tell you that Passive Observers do not lie, that statement in itself may be a lie and you will still not know if my answer to your previous question was true. Therefore your question has no purpose and the asking of it is not logical."

"You have a brilliant mind, Sophie. I can see why Michael values you so much."

Sophie took a deep breath. "He... he talks about me?"

"No. Never to me. Not once has he mentioned his dearest, closest friend of many years. That's how I know how much he values you," said Tessa. "But I'm breaking him down, little by little. One by one I'm getting all his secrets. I can't wait to get to yours." She looked closely at Sophie's face for a reaction, any reaction.

But Sophie didn't so much as blink, staring back at her with a blank face. "I sincerely hope you enjoy your time together, what little you have remaining. Soon enough the Immortal will be repaired and the Captain and I will be leaving. Such is the fate of all relationships he has had with planetside women."

"Perhaps this one will be different," said Tessa.

"I doubt it."

"What if I could form an attachment with him that could last even after he left?" Tessa said.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know exactly what I mean," said Tessa.

"No, I don't," said Sophie.

"Well then," said Tessa, giving a triumphant smile. "I finally have an answer to my question."

"Which question?"

"Whether Passive Observers can lie."

At that moment Taylor came back with a slightly worried look on his face. He screaned both women and analyzed their facial expressions as Tessa grabbed his arm possessively and gave him a quick kiss.

"Did you ladies have a nice talk?" he asked, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

"Yes indeed," said Tessa, grabbing his arm tightly.

"What did you talk about?"

"We discovered we have something in common," said Sophie.

They were three in number.

Commander Bruce Wedley, a base auditor at Port Auburn.

Thomas Hallnor, a technical support specialist at Port Auburn.

Spiro Vellas, a holographic design artist in downtown Perth.

Sophie cast her net far and wide in search of what Taylor could not or would not give her, a complete and healthy orgasm. Her standards were not high.

She did not need to feel in love.

She did not need to feel strong attraction.

She just needed to feel that her mate, her very temporary mate, could get her across the finish line.

But Sophie did not get that feeling from any of these men.

Commander Wedley was a man who was wedded to numbers. Words, however, were another matter. He didn't have the faintest idea how to have a conversation with a woman in a romantic or perhaps any context. As Sophie sat with him she thought how many little jokes or flirtations Taylor would have made with her and it made it all the worse.

Thomas Hallnor was not a Survey Service officer but simply a civilian who worked for the Service. He was capable of carrying on a conversation, which was a plus as far as Sophie was concerned, but he had no idea how to be flirtatious. None at all. And as Sophie suddenly discovered, no matter how cold and logical she was, she needed a man to flirt with her to warm her up.

Spiro Vellas came closest to being that man. He knew how to flirt with her, telling Sophie how beautiful her hazel eyes were. This commanded her attention immediately. It was not logical, but it was slightly arousing.

Before long Sophie was in Spiro's gravcar giving him a test drive in the backseat. He could kiss, well. But as he kissed her, and fondled her, Sophie realized he was doing everything right and yet everything was wrong. She felt nothing, absolutely nothing.

It was time to embark on a new strategy.
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