Sluts of Mars Ch. 00: Introduction

Introduction: Every Man's Fantasy

The machine had been built for one person to travel; a prototype had already transported a dog successfully, and it had returned at the estimated two hours in the future with its health and faculties in order. In the year 1911, machines and recording devices were not an option generally, so we opted to send a volunteer. The technology employed by this experiment was fairly simple, and could be applied to any metal lined container. We developed a horseless metal car to travel in, which was rudimentary even in those times. I was the most fit, and the most willing to go, in the name of our research. I had been a soldier for eleven years, since I was 18, and had faced far more dangerous missions than this.

When the time came, I wrote a message in case I were never to return, and left it in a sealed envelope. They planned to send me a full day into the future, which we knew would be a bit more involved, but would provide more opportunity to explore. I was given a sketchbook with supplies, a camera with a dozen photo plates, some food and water, and a small radio set which I could communicate with them through, if possible on the other side. My pocket watch would stay accurate for a few weeks if I kept it wound, so I would know when the 24 hour mark was coming.

The machine was switched, and I found myself getting suddenly faint. When I awoke, I looked around through the glass and found that I was outside, in a forest. The unit wobbled slightly as it set on the uneven ground. It looked perfectly normal, so I opened the hatch to explore. The air was naturally sweet, and familiar, with the trees, grass and animals I would expect in Virginia.

One photograph of the pod in this area, and I walked about, finding it to be the same area but undeveloped. The only signs of civilization were a few buildings in the distance. They looked like Dutch houses with chimneys and wooden construction, though there were a few trappings of modern technology. As I entered the town and approached the first home, I noticed a woman looking through one of the windows. She looked surprised, even shocked, before running off to the door. It clicked open and she smiled down with an expectant look.

She wore tight jeans and a button-up top, and I could tell I'd caught her on a lazy afternoon. I asked where I was.

"This is the town of Blue Creek, sir," she replied quickly. "In the land of Minetstrana. What is a man doing out alone in our town?"

Her expression and tone were flirty, and I couldn't help but feel my heart race a little as she looked down at me. She was very beautiful, a young brunette of maybe twenty, with a fantastic figure, and generous breasts. I told her that I had traveled from another place, called Virginia.

"I- I don't know where that is," she replied, sounding it out. "Virgin-ia. Do you mean Virgintiniass?"

I laughed a little out loud, and she smiled, but didn't seem to understand what was funny. I said that it sounded a little sexual.

"It is," she said, caught off guard. "Why not? Do you know what Minetstrana means?"

I shook my head, and she laughed a little at that.

"Well, welcome! This kingdom hasn't had a man visiting in many years."

I asked her how many men were in her kingdom. She blushed, charming me unintentionally.

"None. The last king we had was ten years ago, and none of the other kingdoms will share with us. It's the rules."

She sighed, and looked me up and down.

"It's a real honor to have you here, sir. Would you like to come in?"

I agreed, and she brought me in, to sit on her comfy couch. She fetched some tea, and brought it in on a tray. We had a sip, and I explained to her my journey, that I had traveled in the pod from what I assumed was the past. Their calendar was different than mine, so it was impossible to estimate how far into the future I'd gone, if at all. She informed me that men on their planet were quite rare, only being born a few times in a century. There were only about eight men in the world other than me, and they all ruled their respective lands with womankind serving under them. In places with no men at all, a suitable queen, or an executive board of the most intelligent women would rule instead. A king was always considered ideal though, in each of these strangely patriarchal societies.

"So... you're not a king? How does that work?"

I told her about my world, that the men and women were roughly half of the population each, and this shocked her.

"Those lucky ladies! A man for every woman? Sounds like a paradise."

I also told her that often people didn't have an interest, or any success at romance. This saddened her, and she asked me about my romantic life, which had been largely unsuccessful.

"You should stay here," she told me half seriously. "You could be our king. Trust me, you would really, really like it. Men don't go too long without sex, it's not good for them, and they usually have as much sex as they'd like."

With raised eyebrows, I asked her if there would be a queen. She giggled cutely, and rose for a moment to leave the room.

"I'll tell you all about it, just... let me change into something. It doesn't feel right being in front of a man wearing my grubby gardening clothes."

With a grin I nodded, and she left for a few minutes. A newspaper was nearby, and I read it while I waited. A world of mostly women was different in some ways, but the same in many. War didn't seem to be much of a problem, partly because poverty had been nearly wiped out, along with sexual frustrations. The men who ruled seemed to be gracious leaders, and I quickly found myself excited at the prospect of being a king in this world, a harem of concubines at my disposal, with hardly any political difficulties to speak of. The only queens I read about were in lands without a king, where apparently there were no men. Patriarchy was the strict system by which they all lived.

When she returned she wore a tight, short dress with no shoulder straps, showing off her abundant cleavage. She'd done her makeup and hair, and wore a sexy pair of heels. I was hard within seconds of her walking toward me, and she laughed for a moment at the almost frozen expression of awe on my face.

"How do I look?"

She spun quickly, wiggled her ass, and teased me. I simply nodded with a grin, which seemed to make her very excited.

"Oh, thank you, sir," she said almost desperately. "I've never even seen a man in person before, so I wanted to look my best."

I groaned and grabbed my crotch a moment to adjust it. Her eyes lit up a little and she stepped closer, politely, pushing out her plump rack.

"Are you horny, sir? Do you have anyone who takes care of that for you?"

With a stutter I told her no, that I hadn't in a couple years. She gasped, looked around the room in almost a panic, then back at me with a naughty grin.

"Could I... I mean," she was a little nervous, but eager. "How long has it been since you've been drained? Do you do it yourself?"

I nodded again, and told her it had been about a week, that I'd been working hard on my equipment to travel here.

"Ohhh, wow," she moaned, and dropped down to kneel with her hands on my knees. "I'll bet you're full of cum. That's way, waaay too long for a man to go! You must be aching!"

I moaned and rolled my eyes, and told her that I was. Her pretty face and full cleavage, framed by long wavy hair were a sight to behold, and she was looking at me with complete lust, squeezing my thighs. I caressed her gorgeous face, and she smiled, then rubbed me through my jeans softly.

"You know, every woman in the land is gonna want you," she said seductively and grasped my member. "If you'll have me, it would be... an honor."

My cock flexed in my jeans, and she smiled, stood, and showed me her body. She whipped her hair back to show me her cleavage, and spun around to wiggle her as in the tight dress.

"Will you have me, sir?"

I nodded and reached forward, groping her ass, finding it round and firm.

"Mmm, thank you, thank you! I've never been with a man before, but I know all about it."

With a little slap on her ass I turned her back around, and put a throw pillow on the floor. She knelt, and again rubbed me through my jeans. I reached forward, and she lowered her arms to let me feel her breasts. We both groaned in lust, my voice deep and smooth, hers high and breathy. I squeezed, and caressed her nipples through the fabric, probably the nicest pair I'd ever put hands on. She breathed and seemed to really enjoy it, with feminine lust wafting in the air. When I pulled the straps down to expose her, she looked at me nervously, then smiled in satisfaction at my awe.

"You like them," she lustfully spoke as I felt her bare tits. "Good! Girls always say I have the best tits, but having a man enjoy them like this is different. Soooo hot!"

I gave them a good feel, finding them round and perfect, and couldn't wait to fuck them. But for the moment I couldn't help but raise a finger to her soft lips. She opened them and let me put a finger on her lower lip, to feel. Her tongue moved slightly and licked my finger tip as I explored those moist, painted and glossy lips as well.

"You must be horny," she spoke as she squeezed my shins. "Would you like me to serve you with my mouth, sir?"

My jaw dropped for a moment and I groaned at her words.

"I've seen the videos," she told me confidently. "It doesn't look too tough, except for the deep throating. I don't know how they do it. Maybe I could do it a little, but some girls can do it the whole time and even finish it in their throats!"

My head shook in amazement, and I told her that it was okay, to just suck what she could. She smiled, and kissed my tip.

"I'm still gonna try. You're kinda big, but we'll see what I can do for you."

Her moist lips parted, and I groaned out loud for a long few seconds as the warm sensation of her mouth washed over my tip, going lower by the second. She moaned too, and started bobbing softly on me with slight slurping sounds. My cock twitched, and I put a hand on her head, relaxing for a moment. She stayed like that with her hands on my knees and bobbed her head in my lap, that wavy hair brushing my thighs a little, big breasts bouncing. It made me throb like I'd rarely felt, with this beauty going at me for her first time, and me with my balls swollen and ready.

After a short while she started going deep, and it made my breathing stop, then go fast. My hands rested on my thighs, spreading for her bobbing head. She tried her best to push herself down all the way, but couldn't make the last inch or two. I took ahold of her head and fucked her lips in shallow thrusts, and told her not to push herself too much. She pulled back a moment and looked up with her eyes watering.

"Okay. I'll do my best with your top half."

She kissed my tip twice and elicited a smile from me, our eyes connected as she began to swirl her tongue around. It made me moan, and she continued with her gaze up at me, stimulating all around the head. The tease went on a few moments until I was extremely hard, almost painfully, and she closed her mouth around for a good hard suck. It wouldn't take long with me so full of cum and so turned on, and this plump pair of young lips gliding up and down most of me. She sucked hard with her cheeks squeezing in a little, and I could feel precum oozing slightly. She moaned and tastes it with a swirl of her tongue before sucking me harder, and faster. I simply put my hands on the arms of the chair and squeezed with my groin out as I got closer and closer to a huge orgasm.

For a moment she pulled back and looked up with wide eyes.

"Are you cumming already?!"

With a nod I confirmed, and mumbled that I was close between breaths, as her soft mouth went back to work in my lap. One of my hands gripped her breast for a moment, and it made her moan loudly, slowing her sucking in distracted pleasure. Soon I had both hands on her breasts, and she sucked passionately with eyes occasionally looking up to show me how hot this was making her.

My balls rose, and my jaw dropped, and my hands squeezed as the sensations overwhelmed me. She sucked hard, faster than ever, bobbing that soft mouth around me. As I felt the first jet come flying out, I pulsed and bucked in her lips, and started to shake a little. Slowly, as her head went extremely fast in my lap, I moved a hand above her head. I couldn't even rest it because her head moved so quickly, and soon the sensations took me over completely.

I squirmed and groaned loudly as I unloaded over and over, feeling her hold it all in her mouth to taste. It went on a while, just me moaning in her living room while she sucked and sucked me, trying to get it all. When I told her to swallow, she did, and kept going without missing a beat.

Rather than going soft, I kept hard for a bit, and she kept going, on and on. With a thumb and a finger around my base I held out my manhood for her at the edge of the chair, and let her go wild on it. She twisted her head a little, pulled at me, making loud slurping sounds the whole time. Soon I found I was cumming again, whatever was left in my being drained drop by drop. Her mouth didn't stop, and propelled me into a crazy bliss that made it hard to breath or even see.

I felt her gulp again, for the second time swallowing my cum, and continued. She went slower now, growing softer by the second as my overly sensitive cock was treated to a very luxurious post orgasmic fellating. After a few minutes I pulled her head back a little, and she looked up with bleary eyes, a big smile across her pretty face. She gulped, getting the last little tastes of my load down.

We kissed, and I smelled my cum on her breath, which was a pleasure coming from such a beautiful young woman. She stood, unzipped her dress to reveal her completely naked body, in just her heels. With a little teasing and dancing I was up, silently following her swaying round ass to the bedroom. I heard a couple frantic knocks at the door, but my sexy hostess just grinned and ignored them. Someone must have heard my groaning, and known it couldn't have been a woman.

"Sir," she said softly once we were inside, leaning close to me. "We can do aaanything you want."

A half chuckle, half groan left my lips in shock.

"I mean it," she assured me with a hand on my naked chest, feeling the hairs. "I've never done any of this before, but I know one thing; men are always in charge when it comes to sex."

Excitedly I asked her if that was an unwritten rule in her world.

"Oh, no," she responded with surprise. "It's a written rule! Women who don't do what a man tells them are kinda crazy anyway. Why wouldn't you wanna get him off, as hard as you can, as often as possible? Sex is fun, and he's the king for fuck's sake!"

My eyes widened and I must have looked sheepish for a moment, because she leaned in close and spoke reassuringly.

"Saying no to anything at all you ask of me would be... just wrong."

My hands roamed her soft, round body, and she moved enthusiastically under them.

"Please, just one night?" She begged me in almost a whisper as I groped her perfect, naked ass cheeks above sexy heels. "I promise I'll do everything you say, right away. I don't care how unusual, or degrading it is. Just tell me what to do! Or, if you'd like, tell me ahead of time, so you can just relax. How's that sound?"

My head shook in disbelief, and asked her how specific I should be.

"As specific as you'd like," she teased with a kiss on my lips, and a little shake of her ass under my still groping hands. "Just tell me what you want, from start to finish, everything that you like, and I'll do it. Whatever it takes to satisfy you, all the way."

She grasped my wet cock, and squeezed lightly as she kissed my cheek.

"What are your fetishes, sir?"

A nervous laugh escaped my lips, and she giggled a little, but looked at me with a curious grin. My mind went to all kinds of things, but I started with the basics; it might take a while to show her everything. I told her that she'd already hit a few of my simpler fetishes, like high heels, short skirts, and oral sex.

"I've heard some men prefer to be sucked over anything else. Do you?"

My reply was stammered, and reluctant, but told her that I do. Quickly though I added that I enjoy all kinds of sex.

"That's okay," she said with a teasing twist of her naked body, showing off her breasts, hips and legs. "I loved sucking you off! Do you want me to do it again? I will, in a heartbeat!"

I smiled, took her chin and kissed her, then led her to the bed where she easily crawled up. We kissed, dropped the last items of our clothing (except her shoes), and fondled each other for a while. She was extremely excited with her first man, and I found her little waxed pussy to be very wet when I touched it. Soon I laid her down on the bed, put my head between her legs, and started kissing her virgin womanhood, sticky and warm. She breathed deeply, and after a few licks, I had her moaning aloud.

After arousing her thoroughly with my tongue, I crawled up and mounted her, those soft legs of her wrapped around my waist. She grabbed my cock and immediately started rubbing herself with it, wide eyed and gasping a little.

"Wow, sir," she panted. "I've never felt anything like it! Kinda like a finger but so much bigger, stronger, but... really soft on the outside. It's sooo..."

Her words trailed off as I rubbed my tip around her clit in circles, up and down, doing everything to get her going.

"You're... umm," she said with growing giddiness. "I think you're gonna make me cum."

For a few more seconds I went on, hard, and watched her coo in the bed with a look of slightly strained bliss on her pretty features. In a moment I had moved it down, and started pressing into her very tight, but extremely wet slit. She groaned and looked at me, clutching close with a nervous whisper.

"Is it gonna fit?"

I told her yes, that it was, but unsure myself of how far it could actually get inside her. Very slowly my tip and a little bit more slipped and squished as it bobbed into her inexperienced crotch. I watched her face, having had sex many times but never with a virgin, and found it to be a fascinating combination of pleasure and pain, both intensifying at the same time. It made me wonder if all women were a little masochistic, if only in their first few times.

Soon though, I was able to force myself deeper, nearly all the way in, and when I did she gripped the sheets. It was intense for her, and her eyes watered a little from it, but she also seemed very turned on.

"I've tried two fingers before," she told me between breaths. "But this is... way bigger!"

I didn't slow down at all, despite her obvious reluctance, and the wincing on her face actually started to turn me on even more.

"Please, slow down," she begged as I started thrusting madly. "It hurts! Please, just... take it easy?"

I looked down at her pleading eyes as I fucked her hard, slowing down, but still very deep.

"Ow," she groaned when I went particularly deep. "Is it supposed to go that far?"

With very slow, firm strokes I bottomed out each time, spending a moment or two buried with my throbbing tip all the way inside. I could feel her heartbeat around my tip, with a pulsing, wet squish. When I pulled back she made a whimpering sound, and looked up a little scared.

"It gets easier, right?"

I patted her cheek twice quickly, a little harder than necessary, and she looked up at me attentively with big eyes.

I assured her that yes, it gets much easier. My cock was incredibly hard inside her and the tight, wet grip of her pussy increased the pressure down there even more. It wasn't nearly time to cum yet, but she was starting to get very aroused. Not all girls have orgasms their first time with a man, but this was was about to, soon.