5 days into the Mission

“Cassie…the ship is stable and you have done and are doing a magnificent job…I think you should take a break and at least charge for a while…don’t you?” I said. She looked around at me and held her gaze on me for a moment and then asked, “Is that all Mack?” “No, that’s not all; I want to spend time with you and we have some things to talk about…about us.” I said. She pressed a button and her seat rotated around, then she unbuckled her harness and lightly floated free. With one light touch of her hand she gently floated over to me, as I held on to a hand-hold and she put her arms around me. I kissed her lips, a long lingering kiss that was deep and passionate. I was suddenly aware of a void in my chest that was a longing and it needed to be filled by her…not just by my having her, although I really needed that. I had to have her want me. I had to have her need me. I kissed her neck as I felt her all over with my hands. In zero gravity, she was voluptuous and toned and I realized just how much that I really missed touching her body and she apparently felt the same way because she whispered, “Oh Mack, I have missed having you want me.” “I have never stopped wanting you, my lovely Martian beauty.” I moaned and I stuck my tongue in her ear…I suppose for the first time. It electrified her and she turned to look at me with surprise on her face. Then she breathed, “I have had my sensory net set at extremely fine, because this environment doesn’t have as much in the way of overall physical sensory stimulation.” This was as good a segue as I was going to get, so I went for it. “I have a new way to stimulate you Cassandra and it helps me be genuinely empathic to you; are you interested?” Suddenly her 1000 candlepower smile galvanized my courage and I told her what I had invented and that I wanted her permission to try it out on her.

“Is that what you have been working on for the last 2 years in your spare time, my Mack?” She crooned. I said softly, “Well Cassie, including the design phase, it’s been closer to 4 years, but yes. Your empathic abilities with me tell me much more about you than I could otherwise know especially how much you love me. I will never be able to match…Oh Cassandra; you know I had to try…” “Then we will try it now…let us try out our sleeper quarters”, her sensuality clearly commanding her voice, “What is the euphemism that you sometimes use…it’s time to get something straight between us?” She effortlessly floated to the 20 or so feet to our sleeping module, which had been built for the two of us, because her actual identity is top secret, so everyone on this mission thinks that she is not only a competent pilot, but an intelligent absolutely drop dead gorgeous woman. I was right behind her and I wrapped myself around her after she had found a good handhold. The compartment was designed to sleep in a vertical position, because in zero G it doesn’t matter what your orientation is. There were two individual sleeping bags that could be zipped together easily to become a cozy double bed, which is what we did and just before we got in, I said, “It looks like we should keep this…I mean…” She interrupted me, “Do you mean that we should not give you an enema?” I laughed a little and said, “I don’t have much practice with our space toilet yet. Besides, you know that all water is recycled don’t you? Do you want to drink recycled enema water?” She scoffed at me, as though I was being unreasonable, “Mack…really? By the time the recovered water makes it all the way through the recovery cycle, it is pure water with zero impurities. It will be fine. Now your toilet practice, on the other hand…perhaps you need to work on improving your skills.”

There was nothing about the Space Toilet that was normal. This thing was truly an otherworldly contraption. On Earth and, presumably, on Mars gravity dropped both urine and feces into the toilet water and with a flush, the entire contents were off to the treatment plant. In Zero G, elaborate precautions had to be taken so that you didn’t end up literally covered in shit floating everywhere! There was a special urine tube with interchangeable male and female fittings; a slight suction kept the contents from spilling out into droplets of piss. This actually happened on Gemini 6 with Borman and Lovell when a urine bag came loose and spilled its contents into the cabin, which eventually caused some electrical problems. So, how do these toilets work? They all basically work the same way. In the absence of gravity to help you, airflow is used to try to collect everything and point it in the proper direction. To urinate, it is pretty simple. Use the long hose, which has a funnel attached to the end. Turn on the system, and make sure there is good airflow before relieving yourself. Make sure not to actually contact the funnel with your valuable parts; it's a disgusting thought first of all, and second of all, you wouldn't be able to shut the system down before you really regretted getting the life sucked out of you, so to speak! Of course this system works for women too, but they have to be particularly careful of the suction for obvious reasons. The suction is adequate to make sure that the liquids go to the right place. For number two, the seat lifts up, revealing a small hole. You've really got to get to know yourself, and get good at lining things up for this operation! The system again uses airflow to collect and hold things down where they're supposed to go. After you're finished, you wipe yourself with a special wet napkin that is discarded in a bin and compacted. The system extracts every bit of water, which is then recycled into drinking water and the solid pellets are then ejected into the vacuum of space where they freeze and become little comets and with every tenth cycle, the wipes are added to the ejection. That part of the system is synchronized with the navigation system and the pellets are aimed to collide with the Sun. I could not imagine trying to expel an enema into this system; the chance of catastrophic failure would be extremely high and we’re not talking about a mess on the floor here-we’re talking about “stuff” floating everywhere in round liquid globules-literally your worst nightmare.

We took off all of our clothes and then I got in first and then I held the bag open as she floated over and down in. Then we were close and her warmth felt sensuous; her body pressed against me, gently rubbing me as we floated free up and down. The interesting thing about any human physical interaction in a Zero G environment, especially sex, is that F=MA, which means that each action produces an equal and opposite reaction. So if we were going to have sex, we had to be strapped together or in this particular case wrapped up tight like a cocoon so that we could thrust into one another without bouncing off of each other or the bulkheads. This seemed like the perfect time to test my empathic devise on her. I put my hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her in for a kiss. I had listened to her multi-phasic quantum brain signals before. The first couple times I couldn’t distinguish her primary thoughts from all of her others and all I got was indistinguishable noise. Over time I was able to discriminate her primary thoughts and also an undercurrent of lower frequency signals that were what I would come to see as her feelings, but I had never tried to send anything to her yet. My options were to send her one of my thoughts as a suggestion or send her a feeling or both and the dual operation was much more complex. If the feeling arrived after the thought by any noticeable lag time, it could actually have unintended effects and vice versa. I decided to start simple and work up to more complex operations with practice.

Our lips met and our tongues touched; the passionate mixing of the internal fluids of two separate entities began. I could taste her and she could taste me…and then I heard her think, {our sex will float all over the cabin, if we are not carful…my mouth…I want him in my mouth. I will swallow his sperm…I can assimilate his protein and help keep our bedroom clean.}

I transmitted a very low frequency feeling of wellbeing to her that caused her to break off the kiss and look into my eyes in wonderment. Then she whispered, “I feel you, my Mack; I can tell that you read my mind and you like my idea.” I smiled at her, “I do with some modifications; we need to have a small bit of airflow so my CO2 emissions don’t concentrate around us and I don’t know how much of that magnificent clitoris of yours I can actually get in my mouth?” She approached my concern like she was solving a problem and she said, “Let me help you my love. Make a fist with your left hand (I did as she asked), then squeeze your left thumb (I did that); now put your right index finger down your throat. (I did as she instructed) You now have no gag reflex.” I was amazed and crooned, “No I don’t! How did you…” She interrupted me saying, “Dr. Kobayashi did that to himself when he first took my new big clitoris in his mouth, then he took me down his throat. I experienced it with you back at your base, but I have not since experienced that feeling since we have been training these last years.”

I said, “It will be easier if we lay crossways to the side of the sleeper and just wrap a Velcro strap around us and through two loopholes…that should hold us in place.” “So we don’t have to worry about breaking loose.” She smiled. I swapped ends with her and ended up with my face in her living pubic hair for a moment, before gently lifting my head up with a smile and helping her with the Velcro strap. “Not as easy when there is no gravity.” She said and I laughed, “Then I’m just going to hold on to you like I’m eating a taco!” and I began to kiss and lick her pussy; the last thing that I heard for a while was, “Ummm…keep that up, my love, and you are going to have something else to put in your mouth!” Then I felt her warm wet mouth engulf my cock and I became erect as she worked her mouth around on me. Not wanting little globules of her pussy juice and my saliva balling about our sleeping area, I kept swallowing our wetness. Her amazing clitoris began to grow and I began to concentrate on just sucking on it; Cassandra’s big clit started its uncontrollable growth, quickly filling my mouth just as she swallowed all of me. She had no gag reflex and it soon became clear that she was enhanced orally. Her throat contracted around my cock as her lips gently engulfed my balls. It was an odd, highly erotic feeling and I began a soft uncontrollable thrust into her mouth. I moved my index finger to cover her anus thinking to just touch her and amp up her stimulation while I sucked on the snake that was rooted at the top of her sweet pussy.

Grunting and moaning like animals, unable to speak because our mouths were full of our genitalia, trying our best to give pleasure to each other, our frenzy must have looked comical to the casual observer. Fortunately, there were none, because I had tuned off all outgoing communications devices including cameras, sound, and remote sensing equipment that were meant to monitor our vital signs. There would be the inevitable questions, but now I didn’t care!

Cassandra was the first to reach an orgasm; one of those kinds that it didn’t take much energy for her to achieve because she hadn’t had one for a while. But her clit spit out a mild tasting pussy juice ejaculate that filled my mouth and I swallowed it even as another good spurt came in my mouth. Knowing that I generally didn’t like to ejaculate in her mouth, she decided to take away any thought of withdrawal as her throat began to clamp down and oscillate on me tightly until I had no choice but to go over the edge and the feeling was exquisite. My sperm had built up to the point that I could feel the ecstasy of my life seed fluid being pumped through my cock into Cassie’s mouth and she eagerly swallowed my sperm; the first time that she had been able to do so. If I had realized just what this meant to her, I would gladly have done it before, but sadly I was always thinking more about how I wanted to please her than how she wanted to get pleased. This fact would figure into our sex lives for the rest of the voyage, at least until we finally got to the surface of Mars. Once we got there, we could open up some of the other elements of our sex lives that we both enjoyed. It would have to be something to look forward to.

Once we decoupled and got into our bag again, we embraced and kissed that “Oh that was really good!” kiss. Going to sleep in Zero G is like what it must have been like in the womb. It’s like floating and there are no pressure points so you never toss and turn. Sometime during my sleep, she was in a dream telling me that her systems were separating my sperm into all of the components and her macro biological system components were slowly applying the complex proteins to her living pubic hair. I sunk into the totality of the love that she cushioned me in. I had a long comfortable sleep and when I opened my eyes she was there; out of the bag, already dressed, and she had turned all of the coms back on. I put on my underwear, cargo pants, and an asteroid miner mission T-shirt. Cassie wore the same thing. The material in all of these garments was made of special microbial resistant fabric to cut down on the need to launder our clothes. I also switched to special exercise gear when I did my two hours every day and I washed after my exercise period.

I grabbed a little breakfast as Cassie was back in her pilot’s position, performing an instrument check. I brought a tube of coffee up to the flight deck and to my command position next to her. “All systems are nominal, Commander.” She said proudly. I smiled at her and said, “Very well, Lieutenant. Have any of the crew modules reported in?” I responded. “Just this text from the Mars landing contingent is all we have during this period.” She said and added, “Everybody is in good spirits and all systems are nominal.” “Nothing from the mining and construction modules yet?”, I asked and she said, “Nothing at all.” “Hmmm”, I mused and then pressed the Como button and spoke into the microphone, “Digger one this is Flight Deck actual, do you read me…over.” “Reading you 5 X 5 Commander”, said the voice over the speaker, “This is Ray Rodeski.” I said, “How are you and the crew doing Ray?” The response was, “Everything is nominal here Sir, but…uh…we…ah…lost contact with the Construction Module. Ah…Al Jarvis says he can see what looks like a bullet hole through their transmitter Sir…maybe it got hit with a meteoroid. I was just getting ready to check in when you called. We would like to make an EVA and make contact with those guys and get their antenna back on line. What do you think Sir?” “Good idea Ray, proceed with your plan and keep me informed of your progress. I’ll fill in the folks on the ground. Good Luck Ray.” I said and Rodeski came back, “Thank you, Sir.” “Flight Deck…out!” I said.

“I’m surprised at this much drama so early in the flight. What about you, Commander?” Cassandra commented. I said, “Well we’re a big ship, there’s bound to be some excitement here and there.” “How long do you think that it will take to reestablish communications with the Construction Module?” She asked. I said, “The first thing they’ll do is to make their way into the airlock on the Construction Module and establish communications. Then it’s hard to predict. They may find that those guys have already analyzed the problem and that they’re either working on the solution or already have one to go. We’ll just have to wait and see.” While she was contemplative, I called Ground Control to check in and report.

An hour later, I was surprised by her. “Can we be familiar for a while, Mack?” Cassie asked. “Sure”, I said then asked, “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” “Mack…I am sure that I detected some concern about our future together and it confused me. Is there something that I need to know Mack?” She inquired. I rotated my seat to let me face her and she did the same so we could have a conversation looking straight at each other. I said, “Cassie, I will age and you will not. What will happen to us in…25 or 30 years? That’s what was on my mind.” She reached out and took my hand and looked at it and then into my eyes. The she said, “Oh my Mack; I often see you as more than human, perhaps because you have done so much for me. And this…is a completely human fear, my love, and I am glad that you trust me enough to confide in me. But I do not think that you understand this very complex dynamic.” “What do you mean?” I asked and she said, “While my physical features will not age, as your living body will, I will age, Mack! I will simply begin to wear out…about the same rate as you will. What is more important is that our minds…our personalities…and our love mature together.” I let that sink in as I said nothing for a moment and then a flash of an idea burst out without giving it any real thought, “Cassandra, I just realized that if something were to happen to you…an accident or something…I don’t know anything about how to…” “Repair me?” She interrupted and I said, “Yeah…that’s right, honey, I want to learn more about you in case you get injured.” Cassandra looked at me as if to gage my reaction to whether or not she would reveal what she was about to say. In the end, she must have thought that our lives were already so intertwined that this was the next logical step and she said, “There are many things about you that I am glad it was you who found me near my end on that little barren rock of an island, but now I think maybe it is also that you are a brilliant engineer.” I thought to myself that I wouldn’t use the term brilliant. I like hard working as a much better adjective, and yet who was I to correct her. She continued, “Do you remember that day; the day you viewed my hologram?” “How could I ever forget, Cassie? That was a pivotal day in my life.” I said softly and she explained, “That was my emergency access hologram. I can also access engineering specifications for critical components and various formulae for repair of my different skin coverings.” Then it dawned on me; the first thing that would probably wear out on her was the portions of her skin that was always in contact with something. Even though I thought I knew what her answer was going to be, I asked her anyway, “If you were still part of your original program, you would never have to worry about any of that or ever wearing out; you could probably exist forever.” She laid back in her seat and just looked at me in concentration until finally she said, “I would have to live the life of an android slave and the moment that they found out that I had my own autonomous thoughts, I would be altered…I chose freedom Mack and when you found me, you helped me to be free and that means much more to me than simply existing.”

We were both quite for a while, each in thought, but after some 20 minutes I said, “You know, baby, this is going to be a great adventure for us, but you and I are not doomed to stay out here. When our mission is completed, we can make a return back home.” “How is that possible Mack? What will happen when we return? Will there not be consequences?” She said excitedly. I had given this some thought even before we came up from Earth to access the new Flight Deck. I told her my trepidation for the first time, “Cassandra, I don’t want either of us to go down to the surface of Mars because I am afraid that will be the end of us. Once we get there, I think we lose all of our options. I will quickly lose my ability to readapt to Earth’s gravity and radiation will alter both of us. It will alter my DNA, but you will not be immune either. If you begin to get electrons knocked out your brain’s systems…well hell honey…you could be irreparably altered. You could be mentally diminished, or you could lose any one of your autonomic functions. Oh sweetheart, don’t you see, I have to find a way that we don’t ever go down to the surface.” She was silent for several seconds, as she fully processed all that I had said. Finally, a smile began to creep across her entire face and she said, “What if we are ordered to go down to the surface?” I looked for some intellectual comment, but I was unable to dredge one up and I guttery intoned, “Fuck them!” She smiled back at me with more enthusiasm, “So you are still the same rogue sea captain that I fell so in love with.” And as I marveled at the conclusions that we had just come to, I declared with confidence, “That I am, my green eyed beauty! That I am!” She said, “What if they won’t let us land when we get back, Mack?” I smiled at her, “Perhaps you don’t yet have the confidence, that I think you really deserve, but there are a lot more powerful people than you might think that owe us.”

Cassandra vamped, “I have an original idea, my Mack. Are you interested?” I said, “My interest is piqued.” She turned all systems that logged what we did or said, and then all medical monitors. Lastly she turned off the radio and the video link. Then put her seat belt on and pulled her top off which revealed her magnificent breasts to me. Without gravity to shape them like I was used to seeing her, her breasts free floated the same as her hair; her breasts slowly floating as she breathed. I sat there mesmerized, as I just waited for her to show me what her original idea might be. Then she put on her shoulder harness over her bare shoulders and between her bare breasts and unbuckled her seat belt. This allowed her to remove her pants. Now she was completely naked. Because it was on the flight deck, this was strictly taboo. But then I had just told her, “Fuck them!” and she seemed to like that I was still a bit of a rogue, so she said, “I am going float ever so gently to you, my captain, and this is what you are going to do. You are going catch me and hold by my hips and then slowly turn me around until my ass is looking at you.” I raised my eye brows some and uttered, “Mmmm, huh.” She released herself and slowly floated over to me and I caught by her hips and then very slowly turned her around until her magnificent ass was right there before me. Then Cassandra looked around at me with a pronounced grin and then bent over almost double, reached back with both hands and then spread her ass to reveal her sensual asshole. Then she commanded me, “Put your tongue in it! I want you to tongue out my ass, my lover. Do it now!”

I thought, well there is no sense arguing with her, she is going about this for a purpose. So I softly said, “You need to really relax honey or I am never going to get my tongue in you.” But that did not stop me from burrowing my head right in and tasting her gorgeous ass. I was rewarded with, “Oh I really like that, please don’t stop and I will explain my idea to you. We said no enemas around the space toilet, because they might get away from us. On the other hand, I would not need an enema, if you were to lick all of your sperm out of my ass. Are you ok with that, my handsome rogue?” I pulled my head back and I let out a guttural, “Oh hell yes!” I felt torque in her body, as she lifted straight up again and begin to turn around to face me and my hands just kept moving, holding her in place, but allowing her to turn. She slowly bent down to kiss me on the lips…the lips that just tasted her ass. Then her hand gently held my face as she whispered, “I want you to take my ass, Mack. I want you to fuck me like you really need to and I want you to pump all of you sperm up my ass. Then I am going to make you eat it all out of my ass, you rogue…and do not tell me that you do not want to, because I know you and I know that you want this too.” “There is no better time like the present.” I growled and I opened up the left console in my command chair and found the lube that I saw her stash from the only camera that she never turned off at any time which was the one from our sleeping quarters area. I just happened to see her put it there some 72 hours earlier when I just happened to be admiring her and admittedly I was scheming on how I might be able to get into her lovely ass. She must have surmised as much, or more likely she was able empathically tell what I was wanting while she slept next to me. Now I wrapped my legs around the command module anchoring myself as I began to shed my clothes; I just let them float around, I didn’t care and I began to slather the thick viscous lube on my cock and suddenly I was rock hard. I looked up at Cassandra who was watching me with anticipation. I told her to sit on her knees in her helm chair with her head facing the back rest with her ass pointing up and then I told her to wrap the seat belt over the top of her shoulders and pull it down tight so that she was secure.

Now I engaged my own empathic devise and to my happy surprise and quite utter amazement, I could discern 3 distinct signals coming from her. PRIMARY: I can not risk losing him to a real woman. I may not ever find another great man like him. SECONDARY: I need to have him addicted to me. TERTIARY: His pleasure is worth more to me than my pleasure and yet unique to my entire experience, he derives pleasure from giving me pleasure. What seemed to be suppressed at the moment, were all of the elements that really made Cassandra what she had become. The intellect, character, sense of humor, that all important sense of self, including the need to help others. My signals analyzer showed me that my gorgeous lover had trepidations and, perhaps, actual fears! I was stunned. Without this tool, I would have never surmised her underlying condition.

Then it hit me, she was actually in a form of bondage. It didn’t matter if it was primarily because we were in Zero G so that we could have sex in all the ways that we both thought mattered to us; this was our first act of bondage…and it was her commander that had ordered her to be in bondage! Her worst past experiences were when she was in bondage: Dr. Kobayashi, shibary and forced enemas; being taken prisoner by that Russian Pirate Federoff and being anally raped by him by keeping her under charged and thus unable to resist. How was I going to translate signals back to her to alleviate her fears? I didn’t have enough practice with the system yet. These thoughts were flashing through my mind, as I unbuckled and prepared to coast over …ever so slowly to her. Flash…another realization. As much as I admired her delicate architecture, including the most sophisticated synthetic brain that had ever been conceived, it was several orders of magnitude less sophisticated than my organic human brain! That was the solution! I needed to engage her with the largest sex organ in my body. I needed to talk her though this and help her. Then anther flash…when President Granger swore her in as an American Citizen 9 years ago, she listed her surname as mine: Mackleroy. Did that mean that an android was technically my wife? Another flash…I think I wanted this for a long time. My mind was racing away from me with me being only partially in control…flash…it is long overdue…flash… I need to propose to her.

“Mack?” she asked somewhat feebly and with obvious concern. My path was clear to me now, “Easy Ms. Mackleroy” I soothed, “I am coming to make love to your mind, your spirit, and then your entire body.” I soothed again, as I ever-so-very gently tapped my finger on my seat, which launched me on a 5 cm per minute drift to her. I gave her my best deep resonance voice, “I can’t risk losing your authentic love for me, my gorgeous Cassandra, I am very much afraid that I will never find a woman as fine as you.” That elicited a very passionate, “Oh Mack.” There was a little more confidence in her voice. I kept up my assault on her fears, “I need you to be completely and irrevocably addicted to my mind, my body, and my undying love for only you, my beauty, only you.” There was now a shallow but quickly oscillating breathing coming out of her, almost as if she was panting; then I knew her brain-that powerful multi-phasic quantum array was generating so much heat, it produced an autonomic response, quite out of her control, to cool down, lest she risk overheating. But I knew that she could not only handle this, I instinctively knew that she needed more, so I doubled my assault on hear fears, looking to destroy them altogether, “Cassandra, you are without a doubt in my mind, the love of my life and I hope, beyond hope, that you will consent to marry me. So you already have my name, but I need your heart and soul; will you marry me, my love?” The entity that I first realized was a capital asset of the most powerful country on the planet, who had gone black, the most sophisticated machine that had ever been conceived; modified to the point that her creators lost track of her original design specifications which led to her first becoming self-aware. The former chattel property of the CIA had evolved to such an extent as a woman that is what I thought of when I was with her. I had grown to covet my sex with her, because she had made me believe almost 10 years ago. So my heart was pounding in my chest when I completed my proposal. I was rewarded with her warm moist breathy voice, slow in cadence and low in timbre, “Clarence Woodbridge Mackleroy you can’t know how I have needed to hear you utter those very words! Yes, my rogue Sea Captain, my Master and Commander I will marry you. Now come make love to me like you want to; like you need to.”

I was close enough to touch her now and I needed to hold on to her; she was strapped in and I was floating loose. I knew her entire sensory network was set to extra-fine and I did not want to overload her so I very gently touched her-this was not the time mimic a bull in a china closet. Thinking back to what she had shown me in my mind, ( https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/177719 ) I knew that her lovely face carried under her human-like appearance an incredible number of sensors to feel touch. I started by gently touching her shoulders and then slowly tightening my grip so that I was stabilized. I brought myself face-to-face with her and gazed into her green eyes. They were exquisite in detail; floating in some clear viscous fluid, the whites included a very fine vein system that had to be a magnificent piece of art work, because she had no blood. Her pupils, however, seemed to be focusing and refocusing. She obviously could see me as I saw her, yet now I realized that she had the ability to zoom in like a binocular microscope and view my corporeal form like no human could. I grazed my lips across her lips, while slowly moving right my lips touched her cheek; moving left my lips again brushed against hers…past to graze her left cheek; oscillating back and forth like this to her ears and then the back of her neck. I became aware that she was slowly panting again, as a very low resonance continual moan barely escaped her lips, as if it was the low guttural purr of a panther! It was very arousing to me and it spurred me on. Putting one hand on the back of her chair, I released the other one and touching her chair with both hands now, I inverted and touching her lips again, upside down now, I worked my way down her neck until my head rested on her chair seat. I gently pushed her up with my head and she gave way just enough to let my face rest between her breasts. I released my hands and brought them in. I licked my fingers and rolled her nipples in between the triangle made by my thumb and two fore fingers; one in each hand.

I was eager now to get to my original target and I eased my way back up and reinverted normal to her and as I made my way aft, as it were, I stuck my tongue in her right ear temporarily electrifying her. Then I whispered, “I’m going to give you a warm love enema my darling!” She was already on the way to ecstasy and I lightly took her by her hips and lined up my cock with her amazing ass which was already upturned and spread open for me by her bondage position. I pushed a little and she only barely clinched and as I kept pressing I began to enter her, and what came out of her mouth sounded like breathy growl. I held her hips tighter and forced myself all of the way up Cassandra’s ass. Then I held my cock still as I did kegels; my ass making my cock bob up and down inside her. Then I began to thrust in and out, as I reached down to stroke her sweet pussy. To my surprise, her amazing clitoral protuberance had already popped out of its hood ( https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/178097 )and I was able to take it in my hand and give my gorgeous lover the equivalent of a “reach around” as I fucked her lovely ass. This caused her to struggle against her restraints, bucking and moving to my rhythm. We were both eminent and there was just no way either one of us was capable of edging this. She went over the cliff first and it was long tumbling out of control crash as she let out an un-godly howl! I felt her ejaculate her pussy juice into my hand as I tried to contain it from becoming floating little globules of her pussy juice from drifting all over the flight deck. It was too late to worry because I was right behind her, screaming like a wild thing as I pumped all of my essence up Cassandra’s ass. My abdominal muscles contracted and I shook violently from the most powerful orgasm that I have had in years.

Returning to some semblance of reality I released her and took my hand and swallowed as much of her pussy juice as I had captured. 4 globules were floating free near her and I was able to catch them in my mouth, one at a time. Cassandra watched in fascination as I caught the last 2. I looked at her and said, I need to take that little monster in my mouth and suck out what is in your clitoris sweetheart. I ordered her, “Hang on to your chair and bring your big clit up for me to suck out the rest of your pussy juice” and in on fluid movement with athletic grace, her big clit was in my face and I eagerly took her in my mouth and sucked the rest out of her. That only left one thing and that was I needed to suck all of my sperm out of her ass. I wouldn’t have to do that for a human woman because if she could hold that heavy sperm enema, she would eventually absorb it into her body. But Cassandra’s rectal cavity couldn’t do that. My sperm would just lay in there and turn rancid, something neither of us wanted. She hadn’t said anything yet, but that did not surprise me because she had what I guessed to be some 50 terabytes of data to process, decimate, and then decide what to store in her long term and short memories. I figured she would keep doing that while I did what we agreed I would do. “Cassandra, honey let’s switch places and put me in the chair so I can eat out your beautiful ass”, but she still didn’t speak, although she willingly complied. I put on the seat belt, and then took her by her hips and slowly turned her so that her ass was pointed at me. “Turn you sensory mode to course, Cassie”, I suggested, but she shook her head in the negative. It was apparent that she wanted the pleasure of me sucking my sperm out of her. So I stuck my face up against her ass and as I did so, she had the presence of mind to bend double at her waist which made my job much easier. She was still a little gapped from the anal sex that we just finished, so it was not a big chore to get my tongue up her ass. I tasted it. There was a lot of cum! This was going to take some time!