CHAPTER 105 - SEXING THE SPACE COWBOYS (UNINTERRUPTED VERSION)

Year 3714.

An airmobile swoops low, missing me by inches, as the navigator searches for a parking spot on the overcrowded streets of District 401 — the former city of Los Angeles. I duck another reckless navigator as I race across the bridge to my 57th-floor apartment. Bridges crisscross the lower airspace leading to apartments across the district. Ground-floor residences are a luxury in the busier districts such as 401. There's nothing worse than the endless drones of air mobiles and their larger counterparts — passenger air busses — as I try to sleep or watch a movie. I have the unfortunate pleasure of living in a cheap, high-rise apartment building beneath the busiest traffic airway in Area 1 – the first habitable continent that was discovered after Earth's mass self—destruction at the beginning of the century. Ground floor spaces are far too expensive for ordinary citizens.

"Hey, Audrey," Gina, my roommate, greets. She opens the door a fraction of a second before I place my thumb over the tiny screen on the door knob.

She's on her way out as usual. Gina's never short of company — be it male or female. She adjusts her skimpy mini skirt over her slim thighs before pulling her tube top lower. I catch a glimpse of her shaved pussy when her super short skirt rides back up a few seconds later.

"Hey." Gina's definitely got a night of hard sex planned. It's nothing new. A part of me envies her. Her dark eyes sparkle and she licks her full, chocolate-stained lips and pushes a stray curl off her face.

"You want to join us tonight?" She asks me suggestively.

My insides quiver. Gina's sexcapades aren't limited to one-on-one and the thought of watching my roommate get it on with more than one person doesn't sit right with me — mainly because life goes on as usual after a night of hard sexing. How exactly do I face my roommate after that? I suppose it's a different case if I go out for an orgy with someone I actually share a personal relationship with. Apart from the fact that we share an apartment, Gina and I have little in common and rarely chat.

She winks at me. "Don't wait up for me."

I laugh. "I won't."

She blows me a kiss before sauntering to the middle of the bridge leading to our floor. An airmobile hovers close above her. Someone opens the door without landing the vehicle, holds his hand out and pulls Gina on board before flying off into the night.

I rush inside my apartment as another air mobile swoops low. Some navigators are reckless and have knocked people off bridges while flying too low. Those hit-and-run incidents have reached triple figures but still haven't received top priority status from the Law and Order department. Life goes monotonously on no matter how many people die.

I check on my robotic fish and on a plant I'm trying to save. Nurturing any form of life other than human life is illegal in District 401. Somehow my plant must have figured that out because it's just as withered and lifeless as it was this morning. Perhaps the plant wants to spare me from the agony of being caught. I could face a sentence of up to a year in Oblivion — a vast desert between the next nearest continent with no fresh water or food — if I'm caught growing anything. I shudder involuntarily, refusing to be fazed at the fear of getting caught for secretly keeping a plant. Instead, I stack ice around the base of the plant and place it underneath a sunlight simulator. Once that's done I rummage inside the fridge for something to eat.

Damn. This routine I've fallen into has long become dull and boring. I could do with some change, a fabulous adventure, wild sex and not a care in the world. Not in this world though — I picture myself in another dimension, bold and free with an entourage of men eager to satisfy my every whim. An image of Gina's carefree expression on her way to yet another sex session pops into my head. I want to indulge in sex to my heart's content. Just not in this district. It's a small district and almost every sexually active adult has fucked each other. Orgies and threesomes are commonplace. I want something unique, something otherworldly with men who haven't been over fucked out of boredom. I'd love to have a man who's been starved of sex so long he doesn't hold back when he fucks me until I'm left breathless. The raunchy images in my mind trigger a desperate urge to fuck right now. I pour myself a glass of ice-cold water and try and focus on something else. The only available option right now is masturbating but I'm not in the mood to play with myself. I look around for something to take my mind of sex.

Gina's digital copy of the evening newspaper is open on the table-mounted e-reader. She left the classifieds section open. A bold advert in a neat square block catches my attention.

Are you looking for the adventure of a lifetime? Have you always wanted to travel into outer space and didn't know how you were going to pay for it? Call us now for a free, confidential, all-expenses-paid offer.

My heart beats a little faster. Yes, I answer to each question. I'm desperate for a change. And I have nothing to lose. I hit the call icon embedded in the advert.

"Operation sexing the space cowboys," a woman on the other end answers.

"Hi." Excitement builds up inside me at the name of the project. "I'm calling about the advert in this evening's Daily Post."

The lady sighs. "I'm going to be straightforward with you, honey. We're looking for sex partners for two of our space cowboys who have been at the Galaxy 301 remote space station for the last few years. Once you go there there's no coming back." She pauses and waits for my response.

"Sign me up," I reply before my rational side talks me out of it.

"Your name please." She sounds bored.

"Audrey Mills." My stomach flutters when I realize I've taken the first major step of my life. It doesn't mean much to the lady taking down my personal details but it marks the beginning of an endless adventure for me.

"How soon can you visit us for a full medical?"

"Right now?" I reply.

The woman gasps. "Have you thought this through? Because our tests are expensive and we will sue you for recovery costs if you back down?"

"I don't plan on backing out," I assure her.

"Okay then. Come on over." She gives me the address of her office and also tells me the medical testing center is in the same building.

"Thank you. I'll be there in a few minutes." The building is a street away from where I live. Tension knots build up in my stomach as I make my way out of the apartment I intend to leave forever. I signal an aero taxi. The driver does a death whirl before landing on the designated bridge. My heart crashes to the bottom of my rib cage as the taxi takes off. Aero taxi drivers are fond of indulging in daredevil stunts.

"Where to?" The driver asks.

"401. 85th street. Building number G074, Floor 6305." The office number is 33 but I don't tell him that — just in case he knows what goes down there.

He punches the address into his onboard computer. "I'll have you there in three minutes and twenty seconds."

"Thank you," I say much more calmly than I actually feel. In three minutes and twenty seconds, I'll sign the papers that will seal my destiny.

Are you sure you really want to do this? I ask myself. Yes, I reply firmly before doubt seeps into my mind. I want to do something for me for once. I'm tired of being a good, law-abiding citizen. I want to have fun and experience everything destiny has to offer me.

The driver lands smoothly on a bridge connecting to floor 6305. I pay him and move aside before he takes off. I punch the office number into the main keypad outside the main door of Floor 6305. The door parts open a moment later and a robot slides towards me.

"Welcome to Operation Sexing the Space Cowboys," it says before spreading its arms to its sides. A seat emerges from its center. The robot lowers its arms to form rests on either side. "Please be seated."

I hesitate before obeying the robot. "Thank you."

"You're welcome and please enjoy the ride," it says before moving a little faster inside the building.

The seat warms up while I'm sitting and slowly begins vibrating. I try to move my head to see if there are any control settings to turn it off but the robotic arms move across me to keep me in place. The vibration in the seat builds up. Excitement of the sexual kind forms in the depths of my belly. The padded cushion beneath my ass begins moving. I hold my breath and anticipate what's going to happen next. The chair back lowers automatically and pushes my hips a little higher as the seat rises, molding itself to my clothed pussy. Once it has covered my entire pussy lips the vibration intensifies. Something warm and hard pushes through my clothes, tearing the fabric and enters my pussy lips. I gasp in erotic delight. Nothing has ever felt this good. Ever. I suspect it's a dildo of some sort but since I can't see it yet, I can only rely on my imagination to picture what's happening. The tip of the dildo vibrates as it wedges deeper inside seeking out my clitoris. I open my legs as far as the robotic chair will allow and enjoy the free pussy massage on my way to office number 33. The dildo slowly heats up a little as it presses hard against my clit and increases the intensity of its vibrations. My pussy explodes into uncontrollable spasms. The dildo withdraws itself from my pussy as the robot enters a medical examination room.

Damn, I was just starting to enjoy myself.

"You'll get plenty of pleasure from the cowboys," a man replies as if he's read my mind.

The robot releases its hold on me as a tall man steps into view. I blush and cross my legs.

"No need to be shy." He smiles and extends his hand. "I'm Dr. Stein."

I shake it reluctantly. "Audrey Mills," I whisper.

"Pleasure meeting you, Miss Mills." He grins and his blue eyes sparkle. Dr. Stein's hair is white, his face golden and crinkled. "I must admit I was expecting someone a little older —" he pauses.

"Why?" I can't resist asking.

"Young women aren’t keen on wasting away in outer space," he tells me, "you do know that once you leave there's no coming back. We don’t have the technology at the space stations to build a return spacecraft."

"Yes, I'm aware of that," I reply even though a tiny seed of doubt over my decision niggles in my stomach. What if the space cowboys aren’t as sexy as I imagine them to be? Will I be forced to close my eyes and bear sex with men I find repulsive?

Dr. Stein studies me for a few moments. "Why are you doing this?" he asks as he slips on a pair of white surgical gloves.

I sigh. "I'm tired of my mundane existence. I crave adventure and freedom."

"As a sex toy?"

I shrug. "I'm sure the space cowboys have to do some kind of work at some point, so it's not like I'm going to be fucked twenty-four-seven."

The doctor nods. "Yes, the space cowboys sometimes work for days on end in Earth time." He gestures for me to stand up. "I'd like for you to get undressed and lie on the bed."

My stomach flips over at the prospect of lying naked on a hospital bed in front of a stranger.

He smiles gently like he's read my thoughts. "It's a compulsory examination," he tells me, "our space cowboys are pretty fussy when it comes to the women we send them. They're not looking for wilting daisies – if you get my drift." He winks at me.

I can't help blushing. I'm not exactly a virgin but the most sex I've had was limited to an hour at a time over a week two years ago. I've had only one partner who dumped me when I refused to have sex with him and his friend at the same time.

"Relax." Dr. Stein's voice snaps me back into the present.

I'm lying on the bed trying to forget I'm naked. "Okay."

Dr. Stein opens my legs apart with his hands. He trails his hands up the insides of my thighs until he reaches my pussy.

"Relax," he repeats when I tense up.

I close my eyes when he slips one finger inside my pussy. He applies something warm inside my pussy lips before opening them to expose my clitoris. My shyness vanishes and I'm horny in an instant.

"Nice," Dr. Stein murmurs and flicks his finger over my clit. It swells a little, eager for his touch. He increases the pressure each time his fingers skim over my swollen clit until my body convulses involuntarily. "Perfect," he says and slips his finger deeper into my hole. "You’re still quite tight. Are you a virgin?"

"No," I reply.

"How many lovers have you had?" he asks.

"One."

"That explains it." He forces his finger deeper while pressing onto my clit with the forefinger of his other hand. "Tell me when it feels uncomfortable."

"Okay." I'm far from uncomfortable. In fact, this old doctor's hands are working magic on my pussy. I never experienced such an intense clitoral orgasm on my own.

"You’re doing fine so far," he says while withdrawing his finger slowly all the while pressing harder on my clit. My body gives in to a second, harder orgasm. He squeezes my nipples while I'm still shuddering. Damn. I hope he's taught the lonely space cowboys some of his little tricks. Dr. Stein turns his back towards me while he records something on his computer. "The next round of tests is a little more intense than the previous," he says when he turns towards me.

I nod. "Okay."

"Just remember to relax and enjoy."

"Okay," I manage to squeak.

Dr. Stein spreads my legs wider and massages my pussy from front to back with his entire hand. He starts off slow and increases the pace each time his hands return to the front. He cups my ass with his free hand and tilts my pelvis higher. Once he's satisfied with the pussy massage he lowers his mouth to my pussy while massaging my ass. He sticks his finger inside my ass hole the moment his mouth closes over my already swollen clitoris. New sensations soar from my pussy upwards. He sucks hard while plunging his finger deeper inside my ass before withdrawing and repeating the motion. He nibbles my clitoris when I'm about to orgasm again and pushes two fingers inside my ass.

"Oh," I gasp and clutch the sides of the narrow bed while my body convulses. He raises his head and sticks two fingers inside my pussy hole while his other hand works my ass. He plunges deeper and deeper inside until I can't hold myself any longer. My cum shoots out furiously covering his face.

"Absolutely beautiful," the doctor compliments. He wipes his face with a disposable towel and records something else on his computer. "How are you feeling?" he asks once he's done.

"Wonderful," I answer truthfully.

"Good. The final part of my testing is the most intense. If at any point you can't handle it please shout 'stop'."

"I will," I assure him eager for the next test.

He presses a buzzer on the wall. After a few seconds, the robot that escorted me inside the building appears.

"You remember Gilbert?"

"Yes."

"He warmed you up a little on your way here." Dr. Stein smiles. "He's accustomed to more than just warm-ups though."

My pussy tingles in response.

Dr. Stein smiles at Gilbert before glancing my way briefly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I whisper.

Gilbert moves towards the bottom of the narrow bed.

"Turn around," Dr. Stein instructs, "and balance on all fours."

Excitement strains against the walls of my stomach. I've never even tried masturbating this way before so this experience is totally new to me.

Dr. Stein lubricates my pussy with warm oil. His fingers tease and stroke my pussy as he spreads the lubricant inside me.

"Relax," he says when my muscles tighten around his fingers.

"I'm trying," I reply breathlessly.

He withdraws his fingers slowly. "Concentrate on your breathing," he says, "I want you to breathe deeply – feel the breath in your solar plexus."

"Okay." I count each breath silently. One. Two. Three. Four. Fo– Something plunges hard inside my pussy. "Oh," I gasp, lean forward and clutch the bed tighter.

"Gilbert is very enthusiastic," Dr. Gilbert tells me. He pats my ass as Gilbert pulls out his massive cock.

Gilbert fucks me at high speed. I scream, pant, beg for more and cum so many times I lose count. By the time Gilbert stops I'm exhausted.

"Excellent performance," Dr. Stein says, "the space cowboys will be pleased with you." He pauses. "Are you sure you will be able to handle two of them? They may also fuck you at once."

I nod. "Yes."

"It's been a while since either of them has been with a woman. I'm not saying they're barbarians or anything but they have been starving for pussy. Their appetites will multiply when they discover just how young and eager you are."

My blood warms at the thought of having both the space cowboys at once. "I can’t wait."

"In that case, good luck," Dr. Stein says. He squeezes my hand.

"Thank you." I smile as images of two horny space cowboys fill my mind.

"You should get some rest. You won't need to do any packing – we've arranged for everything you will require at the space station. Your rocket blasts off in five hours." He covers me with a warm blanket. "Sweet dreams."

"Okay," I murmur as sleep claims me. Tomorrow this time I'll be on my way to a new world, to a life full off sex adventures, I tell myself.

Dr. Stein shakes me gently. "You need to get ready for lift-off," he says.

I stretch lazily before opening my eyes. "Already?"

"Yes. You need to hurry up, Audrey. The rocket is ready to be fired up." He sounds a little impatient. "The shower is down that passage. Your clothes are in the dressing room next to the shower."

I force myself out of the narrow bed and rush into the shower. Anticipation builds inside me as I think of the journey to the International Space Station. I am the luckiest girl in the galaxy, I tell myself. I shower quickly and dress even faster in the tight space suit without putting on any underwear. There's no need to. I doubt I'll need underwear at the space station.

Gilbert escorts me onto the rocket once I'm dressed.

Dr. Stein meets before I board the rocket. He holds out a package. "This is an emergency kit," he says, "Just in case the boys get a little out of control."

I accept it from him a little shakily. Exactly what does he mean by out of control? I'm about to ask him when he turns and walks away.

"Happy sexing," he says.

"Thank you." I clutch the package to my chest as the door shuts behind him

***

The journey to the international space station in Galaxy 301 lasts about forty hours. The transition from Earth's atmosphere to space erases my appetite. Anxiety takes over my mind. Suddenly I wonder what the space cowboys are like – are they hunky? Are they good-looking? These are things I never considered while I was being happily stimulated fucked during Dr. Stein's testing. What if they have bad breath? I never thought about the turn-offs. I peep out the tiny window into the darkness. It's a little late to change my mind now. The package floats in front of me then as if in silent answer to my mental dilemma. I grab it and open it. There are two pairs of handcuffs inside, gags and restraints as well as a whip and an e-reader. I switch on the e-reader after resealing the package.

HOW TO TRAIN A SEX-HUNGRY SPACE COWBOY.

I sigh in relief. At least Dr. Stein and his team didn’t send me to the wolves without some kind of education. I read through the sex guide quickly and take special note of the instructions. These starved space cowboys need to understand who’s in charge of my pussy. I'm reading the last page of the e-book when the rocket lands in Galaxy 301. The huge, dome-shaped space station glows like a lone star amidst a heavy blanket of darkness. The rocket shuts itself down before the door opens automatically. I pop the e-reader into the resealable bag and take my first tentative step out.

I expected the space cowboys to be waiting for me shirtless and hard. Instead, the walkway lights up and I'm greeted by silence amidst the massive Space residence.

"This way please," a robotic voice says.

I walk along the glowing path. A door slides open once I reach the end of the steel track.

"Welcome to Galaxy 301," the same voice says.

"Thank you," I reply politely. My heart races as I seek out the space cowboys. Where are they? Could they be out on a mission? Whatever the reason I expected a far more exciting welcome than this. The floor lights up indicating which direction I should walk. I follow the fluorescent footsteps to a room at the far end of the dome. It's spacious and has a huge four-poster bed.

"Greetings, Audrey."

I jump at the sound of the female voice behind me. "H . . . Hello," I eventually greet when I turn around and find a small robot behind me.

"I am Iona." She extends her metal arm.

I shake it hesitantly. Things are far more civilized here than I was led to imagine.

"I will be taking care of you while you are here." She takes my bag and moves towards a walk-in closet. "Your clothes, toiletries and sex toys are in here." She punches in a code and the doors to the closet slide open. "Please let me know if you need anything. I will try and make it with the resources we have here."

"Okay," I murmur. Talking to a robot feels a little strange to me even though I'd conversed with plenty back in District 401. I guess it's because Iona is the only companion I will have most of the time.

Iona slides across the floor and opens a door near the closet. "This is your bathroom."

"Okay," I repeat as she waits for my response.

"Please follow me to the kitchen."

I nod still feeling weird at having to converse with a robot. The kitchen isn’t too far from the bedroom. It's equipped with appliances I'm accustomed to. The fridge is full of food, fresh fruit and vegetables. I stare in surprise. I've never seen this amount of fresh produce in District 401. I'm curious. Exactly what are these cowboys up to here in Galaxy 301?

"Please let me know when you require my assistance," Iona says, "my batteries are a little low and I need to recharge."

"I will," I reply. The strangeness of talking to a robot slowly fades away as I head to my bedroom. I'm surprised to find my meager belongings have already been neatly packed into their relevant spaces. My body feels sweaty so I decide to take a long, hot bath — a luxury I couldn't afford to indulge in back on Earth. The bathtub is huge — I can swim from one end to the other if I want to. Time ceases to exist while I relax. Sleep is beckoning when Iona glides into the bathroom.

"The Cowboys are on their way," Iona says. She holds out a bath sheet for me.

I wrap myself in it and think of what to wear. These guys haven't had a woman in ages. I want to blow their minds and make them want me so bad they think of nothing else while working out at the space station. I settle on a see-through negligee without anything underneath. I plan on lying sprawled on the couch for the Cowboys. However my stomach growls a few seconds after getting dressed.

I help myself to a slice of watermelon from the fridge. It's been ages since I had anything fresh and unprocessed. I'm licking watermelon juice off my lips when two sets of footsteps catch my attention. Awareness prickles my skin. The fine hairs on my hand stand on end. I take a deep breath before discarding the watermelon and, turning around.

They're dressed in white space suits. One of them's removed his headgear. Shaggy blonde hair falls over his forehead almost covering his bottle green eyes.

"Hey." My mouth dries up when he smiles.

"Hi," he whispers hoarsely.

The other space cowboy leaves the kitchen without even greeting me or removing his space helmet.

"Adam Jones." The Blonde cowboy smiles and extends his gloved hand in greeting.

I forget about His Royal Stuck Up—ness and smile at Adam. "Audrey Mills."

"Nice meeting you, Miss—"

"Please call me Audrey."

"Audrey it is," he lowers his voice. "I have to admit I'm impressed. The agency really outdid themselves this time."

"Outdid themselves?" I repeat. "What do you mean."

He closes the distance between us in three steps. His breathing is ragged and he licks his lips when he's standing next to me. I expect him to rip my pants off and fuck me on the kitchen floor. Instead, he appraises me from head to toe. "You're fucking hot." His voice drops an octave. "And you're everything Stein promised you would be."

"Thanks." I don't know what else to say.

He moves even closer to me. "We usually get the bored housewives, the ones who've lived their lives and fucked a gazillion men before coming to us. Would you mind terribly if — "

"If?" I repeat as anticipation builds from my pussy upwards.

He wraps his arms around my waist and presses his steely cock against my tummy. "It feels like an eternity since I've been with a woman." He presses his hot lips against my throat. "And since you were sent here for us to do as we please . . . " He slips his hand beneath the negligee and caresses my bare skin, "I don't see why I should waste any more time."

Oh yes. You can do me as you please. My skin prickles under his touch.

"I need to have you right now," he whispers.

I shudder when he nibbles the delicate skin at the base of my neck. My blood heats up, racing through my veins at a thousand miles per hour. I want him too. So why am I afraid to tell him so?

Adam pulls away suddenly. "I'll stop if you're not ready."

I open my mouth to reply but I catch a glimpse of Adam's partner out of the corner of my eye. Shyness overcomes me. I want Adam — my clit throbs desperately for him but I'm not too keen on Mr. Silent watching Adam and I get our groove on. Adam follows my gaze and pulls away.

"Hey, Dante." He grins. "You want to join us."

Dante's taken off his space suit. He's wearing a pair of thongs that barely covers his cock. Sharp, blue eyes burn into me when he catches me looking.

"No thanks." I can't stop staring as he pours himself a glass of juice. Every inch of his body is covered in pure muscle. Unlike Adam, Dante's kept his bright red hair short. Dante's much taller than Adam and there's a quiet, powerful aura about him. I'm definitely intrigued. Instead of acknowledging me he turns and walks away without saying anything else.

"What's eating him?" I ask Adam.

He shrugs. "He's jealous," he says before crushing my lips with his. Adam doesn't give me a chance to ask any more questions. He unzips his space suit with one hand and holds me with the other. I help him get his clothes off and gasp slightly when I realize he's naked underneath the white one-piece. His cock is ram-rod straight and rock hard. I lower myself to go down on my knees and blow him but Adam pulls me back up.

"Not now." He smiles. "It's been too long since I've had any pussy. You can suck my cock as much as you want later." He groans. "I'm not going to hold out much longer." He gestures at the tip of his cock which is already glistening with pre—cum.

He picks me up and places me on the kitchen counter.