Free on board (closed)

She could be of use, he thought, she'd obviously been trained in the more persuasive arts. And he liked the flirting.

"But you know, I have strong feelings against sexual slavery."
 
"Well, how do you know you'd like to stay with me? I can certainly won't order you to do anything. You're a free woman from the moment you stepped on board."
 
"I don't know that but anything is better than being a slave." She said to him not knowing what staying with him would be like.
 
"I could always show you what staying with me would be like, of course, the choice is always up to you and you could choose to stay or go."
 
"Well, I think we can -- "

A warning bell tinkled. He looked away from her, to a screen, read, paused a moment thinking.

"We've been discovered, but it might not be serious. We've been notified of an unannounced Customs check, within the hour. Couple of problems, my manifest says I've got a hold full of farm machine parts, but that isn't farm machinery back there. I can probably deal with that. Big problem is you. My manifest doesn't list passengers, there isn't enough time to forge crewman's papers and, you don't look like crew."

"How are you at role playing? Because the only plausible reason a woman would be on this ship is if she were a dockside hooker, and, believe me, if we don't look like we've been fucking, they're going to start thinking about a reports of an escaped sex slave."

"We can always sort things out later, but for now ... ."

He reached out for her.
 
She let him take he in his arms before asking "could you just tell them that I am a woman that you picked up from the bar and brought back here for a romp?" She didnt now if being a hooker wasn't legal and she didn't want to have trouble with any pimps that hlthe docks were their turf.
 
She melted into his arms naturally, without reservation, but kept her wits about her, a fact that he admired greatly.

"I could tell them that but they would naturally think you're a common hooker, and saying you're not is so outrageously a lie they would accept the explanation likely enough. But we've still got to keep them from being overly concerned about the false manifest and, for your sake especially, keep them from updating the BOLO broadcast and thinking about an escaped sex slave."

"Do what I ask you to do -- what's necessary to do -- and you can have your passage fees back and you can come with me wherever."

They had an hour, probably more, before facing the Customs men. His fingertips lightly traced from her shoulders, down her back, and played across her ass.

"Have you ever done this as a free woman?"
 
He sensed, maybe, an involuntary flinch at his touch. Was she reluctant still? Their embrace was close, but not yet tight.

"You don't have to with me ... I can always tell Customs you stowed away from Milesdavis IV, my last stop ... but," he hesitated, her face now his entire world, "I wish you would."

And he drew her close.
 
"You will have to forgive me for this I still relate thisnback to my slave days." She said pulling him in deeper.
 
In the restricted space of the sleeping quarters, it should have been awkward, but it wasn't.

And they kissed, deeply, urgently. More intimate than frenzied, each savoring the taste of the other, speaking in a wordless language.

One hand closed around her ass, the other slipped between her legs, slight pressure urging them apart, teasing the insider of her thighs.

He was stiff, and getting harder.
 
She moaned into the kiss grabbing his butt with her hands and giving both cheeks a squreze. He could feel herself grow wet as the time went on.
 
His hand was between her legs, fingering her wetness, then feathering her pussy lips.

He was very hard.
 
She jumped a bit when he feathered her lips and moaned before teasing his cock with her hand.
 
He broke off the kiss and stepped out of his pants. Then folded himself into the small bunk, inviting her to climb on top.
 
He timed his hip thrusts so that they easily fell into a rhythm that let his cock penetrate ever deeper. One hand found her right breast, then nipple, giving it a squeeze as they rolled together. The other hand weaved through her hair, gripping it tightly.

A warning tone sounded, the inspection would take place in 15 minutes.
 
She moaned out and then kissed him deeply pushing her tongue into his mouth. She continued to grind on his cock ignoring the beeping that was going on. She lifted herself to where only the tip of his cock was in and she teased it barely lowering herself on his cock and grinding herself on his tip.
 
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