Stripped Down (24 page)

“Get in,” he commanded as he pushed me onto the truck bed. I remembered then that in my flurry of hunger I had completely forgotten to piss. I didn't know how this daddy would feel when he felt my wet cunt crying out for him to fuck me, fill me, break me.

But that thought was only entertained for a second before I was on my knees in the truck bed. There was a blanket laid out below. It was soft and smelled of big dogs and sex and woods. His grip was now on my pants as he slipped my belt off and pulled my jeans down to just above my knees. His hand moved up along my back, pushing down in spots, as if
testing my strength to see where I might break if hit too hard. Suddenly, I felt the worn leather of my belt come down swiftly over my ass, causing me to squeal in a mixture of fear, ecstasy, and pain.

“Pay attention puppy slut,” he said as he imprinted all five fingers on my asscheek over the spot where he'd inflicted the first blow. I whimpered a bit and tried to keep my composure. His force was even stronger than I'd anticipated.

“I like my boys red and shiny, and you need to be quiet or else we can't do this here and I'll just have to leave your horny red ass out in the cold,” he growled.

My body froze. He told me to shine and I was going to gleam. He shoved a gag into my mouth, but what I really wanted was to take his bulging dick out of his tight pants and let him fuck my mouth hard with it. There was no time for requests; I felt a small, solid object pressed into my hand.

“Puppy slut, if you can't handle Daddy you just throw this; otherwise, I better not catch your slimy paws letting go of any present I give to you.”

It got quiet then, except for the sound of crickets and frogs. He had planned ahead by parking his truck in the far end of the lot, below a lamp with a burnt-out bulb. I listened hard, trying to follow his movements and feeling disorientation creeping up my nerves. Fear raced through my veins.

He's just getting me riled up, I reminded myself. I needed the fuck, ached from the thirst of wanting him to rip me open. I was worried he was planning on leaving me there for the vultures; maybe he didn't like faggot riot grrls like me hiding out in boys' bars; but then he was up behind me again and this time a heavier belt with metal loops along it came down on my ass, one blow after another cutting the air quicker each
time. The gag in my mouth grew moist with my squeals as my ass felt warmer and redder, the night air adding sting to each moment I wasn't in contact with the belt. I could not help but thrust my ass toward his belt, and ultimately, his cock. I wanted to hear his zipper slide down, wanted to hear him stroking himself, wanted it all so badly. I was trying hard not to be a greedy bottom.

And then, just as quickly as the blows started, they stopped. He took hold of the collar he'd placed on me and yanked me up onto my knees. Whatever I had been wanting slipped from my memory as his fingers coiled around my neck, then moved slowly down onto my shoulders, pushing me down further, then removing the gag.

“Puppy slut, are you hungry yet? I bet you'd like Daddy to feed you, you drooling little faggot.”

I still couldn't see, but I knew he had a boner about an inch away from my mouth.

“Uh-huh,” was all I could whimper, trying hard not to break.

“It would be nice if we could get everything we wanted. I know I'm getting what I want tonight. Who would have thought I'd sniff out the one cunt-wielding gem hidden in that bar. My beast's sense of smell does me well most nights,” he barked, and pushed my head down on the blanket, roughly pulling my ass up in the air. The lube was cold and came out of nowhere; suddenly his fingers were carving through my cunt, exploring my innards with ease and precision. I was right there, ready to explode as more of this hand shoved its way into me, fucking all the way in, while with his other hand he strapped a condom over his cock and dribbled more lube onto my ass.

I was rocking with Daddy's hand, trying to remember to keep quiet. My cunt muscles tightened, locking his hand in. I was more than ready to shoot my load all over him when he pulled out and smacked my ass, my cum making each blow that hit the red welts from his belt sting. He lifted my ass up higher, his cock tracing the smooth crack of my rear. I bucked and whimpered, needing it so bad. The tease was too much now; keeping silent was impossible.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me! I'll be your good puppy slut and take it all. I'm so hungry, Daddy. I can't take it anymore. Please, please fuck me!”

He yanked me up and slapped my face hard to shut me up before I could finish my pleading. I was right where he wanted me, nothing more than a whimpering pathetic dribbling puddle of a pup slut; dying for his meat in me, fucking the piss right out of me. My body shook and wailed as he slid his cock into my ass. It was hot and solid and I yelped again as he slammed deeper into me.

He coiled his hands around my hips, holding me in place and helpless beneath his body towering above me. He rode my ass like a cowboy, like he'd done my shit a hundred times before and was coming back for more. As each thrust dug deeper into me, the pressure from his cock made the familiar warmth of piss spray all over my thighs and pool in small puddles by my knees. He grunted and fucked harder. Just as I felt his boner throbbing and hoped for him to come in my ass, he reached down, stroked my cock, slid his hand back behind the balls and rested it on my clit and began jerking me off—and I came instantly into his hand several times, body bucking with spasms and pushing even harder against his cock. Daddy receded from my ass and let go of my hips as I fell back onto
my rubbery legs. I could hear him removing the condom, and I wanted to see his dick, throbbing and wet. “Let me—” His hand was behind my head as he spun me around roughly and slapped my face.

“I thought I told you to be silent, puppy slut. You can't listen to Daddy? Well, then I'll just have to shut you up.” He tore the blindfold off and got a good grip on my choke, keeping it tight while he guided my mouth to his dick. I took it eagerly, desperately, a starved puppy finally getting a bone to gnaw on. I swallowed his cock like a good fag as he twitched and yanked out and came on my face, slapping cum against my cheeks with his cock. Sweat and quick breaths came as he let me collapse by his feet, curled up and licking his boots.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, content with my first night of cruising.

PLANET 10

Catherine Lundoff

 

 

 

 

I had a thing for Altarans ever since I saw my first one. Unfortunately for me, they didn't leave their home world of Hana-altair much. But every now and then one of them went off-world to sow some wild oats, then went back “to serve her people” as the Xenasciens put it. Oh, didn't I mention that part? Yep, they're all females. My kind of alien, if you get my drift.

Good thing for me that humanoids and Altarans got some crucial things in common. Couple of Xenasciens even say that we're all from the same original species. It'd kinda suck to have a thing for critters that could only live in methane or were all slimy. Good thing for any Altaran I managed to get lucky with too, I hoped. Especially if she liked them short and furry.

My extra fingers and toes and the layer of body fur are a souvenir of growing up on Knossos. That's my home world, a nifty place that started out as an old Earth penal colony. And just like our ancestors, Knossans like to ship their troubles into space. It's a mean place to grow old, all ice and Cano-boshi bearcats. The bearcats are named after the scientist who discovered them. Just before they ate her.

I got shipped out a few turns back when it became obvious that breeding for the state or joining the merc forces wasn't in my future. Just as well. I'm more of a lover than a fighter anyway, and the wrong kind of lover for Knossos Prime for sure.

But back to my thing for Altarans. I saw my first one a Standard year or two back when I was wandering around Qiang Shx Spaceport on Deben acting like your average hick. It wasn't hard to do since Qiang Shx is bigger than any city on Knossos. The place is set up in overlapping circles with a big market in the center, all sealed under a big dome to keep out the poisonous Deben atmosphere. Or to keep the miners on the planet, depending on who you talk to. Point is, it's a helluva big port.

There was every kind of being and machine you could think of including things I'd never heard of, let alone seen before. I was pretty much breaking every rule in the
Guide for Interplanetary Etiquette.
My crew buddies, Shango and Irxq, had to keep hold of my belt to keep me from wandering off.

So I was gaping even before I saw her. She was a little taller than me with huge gold eyes, no pupils. The gills around her long jaws were fluttering, all shiny under the spaceport lights. I didn't know it then, but it meant she was laughing.
She had her tail tucked up into her elbow, and she was talking to some Deltans who were trying to sell her something. There was something so dainty, but really strong about her, you know? I gaped even more, especially while I looked from the curves of her breasts down to her powerful legs with their clawed feet.

I elbowed Shango and pointed, “What's she?”

What I was thinking must have showed in my voice 'cause he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh, honey! You do not need to become a lizard chaser. The chances of her saying yes are a million to one. Plus you'd have to find one that was a total anomaly to do the kinds of stuff you were talking about last night.” He and Irxq chortled, or snorted in Irxq's case, not having a voice box to speak of. I had been a little too forthcoming in my cups the night before, apparently.

I drew myself up and fell back on my sore pride. “I was asking from a Xenascien perspective.” Shango grinned at me till I grinned back. He's a Deneban humanoid who only likes male humanoids from New Afric and Jazzville, and only the ones with the old Earth Brit accents to boot. To each his fetish, I guess. Pal that he is, he told me what he knew about Altarans, which wasn't much. Afterward, I went and trailed after her all over the spaceport like a lovesick pup till she got back on her ship and it took off.

From then on, I was hooked. I couldn't tell you exactly what it was, but I just had to be with an Altaran. There was something so incredibly alien about them, but really beautiful too. Plus I'm always fascinated by what I think I can't have, especially if it's female. Bad habit. I looked up everything I could find on them in the holofiles, the
Encyclopedia Intergalactica,
you name it. That's how I know about their home world.

I also found out that Shango was right. The chance of me finding one who'd even think about getting sexual with me was pretty damn slim. They generally stuck with their own kind and exceptions were rare. I had a hell of a time even gleaning that much, and I spent many a sleepless night wondering just how I'd
mate
(their word) with a lizard anyway.

I decided to keep hope alive by staying in practice. With that in mind, I did things I hadn't even dreamed of back on Knossos. I dreamed a hell of lot, so that's saying something. None of it got me any closer to an Altaran but it was fun. I never lost my thing for them though: all that time, all those females, and I still wanted one of
them.

So the long and short of it was that I ended up back on Qiang Shx again since that was part of our long run through a couple of solar systems. The bar I chose catered to those with preferences like mine, female to female contact, lots of different species. That meant that it had to be big enough for sealed spaces with different air and climate control for the clientele. Pretty damn pricey too, but I had just gotten paid so my credit was good.

Shango had told me about the place, with lots of motherly warnings about not wanting what I couldn't have. He dropped me off then went to hang out with his latest conquest. I found myself an empty booth and settled in to look around. There was plenty to look at. Lots of females from different planets, all colors, shapes, and sizes. I was checking out a cute Deneban with long braids twisted together with shells and bits of metal, when
she
walked in.

I could have sworn it was the same Altaran I had seen on my last trip through here. She had the same look but a little tougher, if you could say that about her species. Since she was
alone, I figured I was in luck, especially since by now I'd read everything I could find about their mating rituals. I got up and approached slowly while she was still looking around.

I bowed low. “Does this one require a companion?” The big gold eyes turned on me and she cocked her head to one side. I had to try not to whine. She continued to look at me and I looked down, so as not to seem too eager. It was like wanting a vidstar: they looked hot, but maybe they were duller than servodrones when you got too close. I stood there hoping that my wondering was about to come to a screeching halt, but ready for the worst.

“Perhaps. What does that one have to offer?” I could see her gills flutter in the lights, ever so slightly.

“Whatever that one requires,” I responded, praying to my patron goddess Yonasha that the Xenascien tape was right about how they did it. If not, I'd blown it.

She wandered around me, looking me over. I could hear her claws ticking on the tile floor and I started to shake with nerves. She walked around to face me, then gestured at me with one long, thin claw. Heart ready to jump out of my mouth or out of my leggings, I wasn't sure which, I followed her.

Her shirt plunged in the back, giving me a nice view of rainbow-hued skin. Just below the shirt, her long, slender, incredibly supple-looking tail came down to a delicate point. My imagination ran wild thinking about what it would be like to be with her, hoping till it hurt that she was my “anomaly.” No surprise that I damn near stepped on her tail when she stopped at one of the booths.