Without Shepard Ch. 02

The screams from Miranda had now dissipated into raspy attempts to breath air into her lungs. Drool freely poured from her gaping mouth. She was at Jack's mercy: mind, body, soul. All Miranda could think of was the fleshly, unyielding monster that was skewering her, and the relentless pangs of ecstasy that it sent pulsing over every inch of her. Miranda's disgrace, the watchful crew, and her hatred towards Jack were all distance memories buried in the recesses of her mind, suppressed by undeniable bliss.

Jack was consumed in lust, pounding Miranda harder and faster. A wet squishy sound emanated from around Jack's sheathed cock as she lined the insides of Miranda's ass with pre-cum. The tactility of Miranda's constricting, squeezing hole elicited Jack's own impassioned wails. She was nearing climax, growing closer by the second.

Miranda's own insides began to quiver from the anal fucking. She could feel her pussy contract and heart throb. Toes curled inside sweaty boots. Then a sweltering surge of spunk injected her. It was Jack's load unleashing, dumping gooey jizz into her rectum. The sensation of Jack's seed pumping into her triggered Miranda's own orgasmic release. Liquid trickled down her thighs, limbs trembled in effect, and her body went limp as she struggled to remain conscious.

Jack held Miranda's spent body upright as she finished. The last spurt of cum exited her shaft with one final deliberate hip thrust. Jack then shoved Miranda off her cock, sending her now greatly diminished rival to the ground.

A face down Miranda whimpered and squirmed in a puddle of cum, drool, and sweat that had been cast off each woman during their athletic entanglement. Miranda slowly regained composure. She rolled over to face Jack who was towering above her.

Jack looked down with a possessive stare. "You answer to me now. Understand?"

Miranda's vulnerable, blue eyes were peeled wide. She nervously nodded her head and mouthed yes.

"Good. Now clean up this mess and come to your quarters afterward. I'll expect you on yours knees when I answer the door." Jack turned and walked away, striding to the deck's elevator without clothes or apprehension.

Miranda covered her exposed breasts with her arms and tucked her knees under her chin. She watched the crew on the deck above scramble into hiding as Jack entered the elevator. Miranda was alone now. A chill caressed her moist skin as the room's cold air enveloped her sodden body.

This was the lowest point of Miranda's life and she couldn't wait for more.