It was still several hatches back, but it sounded like whoever was attacking the ship had the same ideas about heading for the engineering spaces. He ...rinned, and kept moving.The hatch ahead was marked 'Fuel Mixing Station 2' and bordered with a red and white pattern that denoted a potentially hazardous environment. It was an ideal spot for a little creative mayhem and he threw the levers that would allow him to override the lockout. Swinging the hatch open and hopping over the lip, he turned. ." And that was all I got out before I realized there was no way I was going to pass. Instead of the soft, sultry feminine tones of a female porn star, it was my own loud, masculine voice that came from her mouth. It was no use saying another word. I had just flunked in front of a lecture hall full of people, and I knew it.Before you get the wrong idea, I had practiced. I was up late the night before, running through the exercises in the textbook. But with my other classes and my research to. She kissed and licked it periodically as i continued stroking it in front of her, her tongue going up and down my shaft, licking her ass off my cock. "Open", I said as she looked up at me, mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out of her mouth. I rubbed the head all over her tongue as i stroked the base, now covered in her saliva from the tongue bath she had just given it. I stuck ther head into her mouth and began to slow fuck her again, never once taking my hand off. I brought her up to me. Her poetry isn't much, and there are a few unfinished stories, but this piece, this got my dick hard."Lucas laughed. "What?" Read this story."Lucas took the tablet and read. After a few minutes he straightened up and said, "Holy fuck! I think this is the answer to my prayers."The story was about a beautiful and powerful woman into mild BDSM who would both dominate her partner, and be his submissive. The woman was petite, curvy, and blonde; the men she fucked were a wide variety of descriptions..