Strapped to the launch seat. Heart hammers at 160. Ariane 9 roars. Earth shrinks below. Silence hits orbit. We dock the station. Science grind begins. Microbes. Plants. Then my secret mission: conceive in zero-G. Me, Louise, 32, prime specimen. Christophe, hot tech whiz, my partner. Protocol rigid: caresses, touches, erection, lube, arousal, penetration, ejaculation. No orgasm needed. Bullshit. Night before, I finger myself to frenzy in my bunk. Fingers plunge deep. Clit throbs. I cum hard, muffled gasps. Power surges. I’m no lab rat. I’m the hunter.
Morning. Breakfast taunts from Vincent and Serge. I blush but steel myself. 10 AM, experiment room. Sterile white walls. Harsh lights. Wider bed with elastic straps. I strip bottomless. Slide in. Naked pussy exposed. Christophe enters. Shy. Drops trou. Cock flops limp, floating pathetic. We caress. Nothing. I suck him desperate. Lips stretch. Throat gags. Still soft. He flees, defeated. I lie there. Rage boils. Mask cracks. No weak dick rules me. Pulsations ignite. My body demands control. Door slams. Serge storms in. Commander. 51. Eastwood grit. Ripped abs. Cock rockets hard, veined monster. “No erection? With you? Watch this.”
The Shift
He dives in. Hands claim my tits under shirt. Nipples harden. He rips it off. Tongue lashes breasts. I seize his hair. Pull him down. “Fuck protocol.” Power flips. His mouth hits my pussy. Tongue spears lips. Circles clit. I buck. Juices flood. Legs lock his shoulders. His thumb probes my ass. Virgin territory. I arch. Let him in. Finger fucks my hole. Tongue devours clit. Waves crash. I grind his face. Explode in his mouth. Cum gushes. He surfaces, smug. “Excitation checked.” My turn. I shove him back. Dive under sheets. Grip his shaft. Can’t circle it fully. Lick veins. Swallow head. Throat yields. Zero-G magic? I deepthroat whole. Pubes hit lips. He groans. “Stop or I blow.”
The Conquest
I emerge. Dominant fire burns. “On your back, Commander.” No. I flip him. Straddle. But straps snap. We float free. Locked together. I impale on his cock. Rip through me. Full. I ride savage. Legs clamp. Nails dig shoulders. Thrusts pound. We spin. Walls slam. Tumble wild. Barrel rolls. Spins. Chandelles. His head cracks pipe. Doesn’t stop. I control rhythm. Squeeze pussy walls. Milk him. “Cum in me, As-des-As.” He roars. Jets flood deep. Twins conceived. We drift, spent. Acrobatic fuck of lifetimes. Protocol smashed. Success.
Back to grind. Report filed. Christophe sulks. Ground crew gripes but bows. Earth return. Pregnant. Twins. Sturdy like dad. Christophe godfather. Irony bites. Daily hero mask on: astronaut mom. But secret burns. That zero-G dominance. Power absolute. No one knows. I’m stronger. Unbreakable. Secret Heroine forever.