I opened my wardrobe and picked up my sexiest outfit; a very short mini black dress, a small black thong, no nylon hose but a pair of nice black high ...tiletto heels. My make up was almost like a street hooker one. Watching my reflection in the mirror I said to myself: “Why not, you bitch?”Cecilia picked me up on time and we got at the party. There were more men than women there; hot men!!!, some of them dark skin huge men as I like. Of course the other women were not dressed as sluts; so, I got. My partner had rung off but I didn't care the combination of us cumming in unison had made it feel like his huge load had covered me in a facial that would have graced any porn flick.I gingerly and slowly eased out my tormentor from my bruised and battered pussy which had clenched tightly and was refusing to give up its prize but finally the head came out with a plop and it fell to the bed.But I was still feeling mega horny and couldn't help exploring my fuck hole with my fingers. I thought I. "We are really in space, I cannot believe it. How come we are not floating?"Jen smiled at Beth's question and said, "The ship has artificial gravity generators."Captain Stratton walked in a daze with the guards down the passageway. They stopped at a door and one of the guards knocked. They hear a voice respond."Come."The guard opened the door, and they walked into the room. The Marine came to attention, "Sir, the prisoners, as ordered."Ken stood up, as the men were led into the room, "Thank you. "You smell like strawberries," he said smelling her long hair.She smiled. "Remember what you used to call me?" She asked."Short cake," he said."I always made sure I smelled like strawberries," she said softly into his ear, "just so you would call me that." She brought her lips to his.Allen's moan was parts anguish and rapture when Trish's soft tongue slipped into his mouth and made contact with his own. He tried to reach for her, forgetting for a second that his hands were bound. She kissed him.