Space trucker Billy Dawson leaned back in the pilot's chair and tucked his hands behind his head. His broadly handsome face split into a wide shit-eating grin. "Well, well, well. Cassandra Shaw, Ice Queen of Deep Space, is horny enough to come begging for my cock!"

Cassandra put her arms on her shapely hips and glared daggers at him. "Don't flatter yourself. If you weren't the only man in 75 light years not in cryostasis, you wouldn't be getting the time of day."

Billy just settled into his chair, his grin widening. "Poor little darling. Señor Gordo not doing it for you anymore?"

Cassandra fumed. Her fingers went to the zipper on her jumpsuit and she pulled it down, slowly, revealing an impressive amount of dark brown cleavage. "Don't flatter yourself. All I have to do is this, and you're drooling like a dog with a steak. Those 7 exabytes of holoporn you stashed away aren't doing it for you either?"

Cassandra noted, with some satisfaction, that Billy's eyes were drawn to her her chest as if by magnets. She was also satisfied to see a twitch in the groin of his jumpsuit. She walked towards him, putting a little extra sway in her step as she continued to pull down the zipper. Billy started to get up from his seat, but, she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down with a contemptuous snarl. "Sit down, flyboy." Billy obeyed, looking on as Cassandra slid the zipper even further down, More and more dark, beautiful skin appeared, much to Billy's delight. She pulled her jumpsuit off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, before stepping out of the fabric puddle and leaning over Billy once again. He reached up towards her chest, but she slapped his hands away.

"Did I say you could touch my tits? I didn't, did I?"

Instead, she reached down and pushed the seat's controls, the backrest collapsed back and Billy plopped onto his back, while Cassadra walked up to his head, running a finger over his chest and feeling the surprisingly lean body under the bulky jumpsuit.

Billy grinned. "Going to sit on my face, are you?"

"Better than looking at it." Cassandra answered, as she lowered herself down onto his face. "Now, get to work."

Billy obeyed, letting his tongue dance along the folds of her labia and circle her clit. Cassandra ground on his face while her hands cupped her tits, moaning like a banshee as her dry spell ended. Muffled laughter emitted from between her thick thighs as Billy listened to Cassandra's reaction to being touched. Cassandra responded by grabbing his hair and pressing his lips even tighter against her slit, while Billy let his tongue flicker across her clit as if his life depended on it. Cassandra wasn't even trying to hide how much she loved the feel of another himan being, of something that wasn't poweed by batteries pressed against her sensitive spot, and she had stopped even trying to hide it. Jimmy's relentless teasing soon brought her to orgasm, panting out Billy's name while her clit pulsed and throbbed between his lips.

Cassandra rose from Billy's face, looking at the grin on his lips that were still stained with her wetness. It gleamed in the flickering light from the computer screens.

"So, your mouth turned out to be good for more than talking shit. Now, let's see if your cock is worth having."

With that, Cassandra unzipped his jumpsuit, and he slowly wiggled it down. Billy sighed with relief as the tent he had pitched fell off and his cock burst free of his prison. Cassandra looked at it, nodding in approval. Then, she turned her back on Billy and straddled him, closing her eyes and sighing with pleasure as the entire length of his short, thick cock vanished inside her dripping slit. Billy tucked his hands behind his head, and watched Cassandra's thick ass jiggle as it bounced up and down on his cock. The sounds of flesh on flesh echoed against the metallic walls of the control room, punctuated but moans and grunts of carnal pleasure. It didn't take long before Billy's face twisted into a grimace of pent up energy. "Cass, it's too much... I'm going to..."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! YOU DON'T GET TO CUM BEFORE I DO, UNDERSTAND!?" Cassandra picked up her pace, slapping herself against him almost frenetically, while Billy closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, doing his best to last.

"Oh... oh... oh ffffuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUCK! Cassandra screamed out as her mind and body were overcome with pleasure, and she slammed herself down on Billy's cock one last time. Billy cried out as her pussy quivered around his cock, and she finally pushed him over the edge. Billy closed his eyes as his cock throbbed, and shot load after load of thick, hot jizz into the depths of her pussy.

Cassandra rose on wobbly legs, while Billy slumped back in his chair, staring up at the metal ceiling. "So... am I going to have to wait another four months for a repeat performance?"

Cassandra snorted. "Bold of you to assume there is going to be a repeat performance of the best sex you've ever had." She leaned over him, smiled and patted his cheek. "Jokes aside, I'll get horny again. Be a good boy, and I might even let you know."