Ahmed Hardi had never expected to be a boy toy. Back in Kurdistan, the thought of being a powerful woman's sexual plaything would have appalled him.
But, he wasn't in Kurdistan anymore. And Loretta Lyons was an extraordinary woman and a hyper-aggressive lover.
Ahmed was a slender handsome dark-skinned man with short curly jet black hair, a closely-trimmed beard, liquid brown eyes, and a shy smile. He was only 25 standard years old and felt very lucky to be working for Black Sky Mining, the biggest mining corporation in The Belt. Admittedly, he was a sub-sub-contractor for BSMC, employed by Chandra Technical Services AG, but that was very good for a young electronics engineer.
Loretta was a BSMC Vice President of Orbital Logistics, who'd taken an interest in him while he was upgrading the equipment in her department. A person in her position had to be well over 80 but, thanks to the Prolong therapies, she appeared to be in her late 30s. She was super-athletic, with stylishly cut shoulder length black hair, emerald green bionic eyes, and a face and voluptuous body perfectly sculpted by talented surgeons and maintained by a squad of beauticians and personal trainers.
They were sitting naked in her apartment's hot tub, sipping champagne and gazing out the floor-to-ceiling duraglass window at the velvet blackness glittering with hard unblinking stars, slowly moving with the rotation of the BSMC headquarters disk.
Under the foaming rose-scented water, she was playing with his rock-hard cock, sliding her closed fist up and down its shaft and rubbing her thumb and index finger over its head.
He was one of the better endowed men in the community shower and Loretta loved his big stiff rod... in her hand, mouth, vagina, and even the hot tight forbidden spot between her sculpted buttocks.
"You're such a sexy stud." She twisted in the hot tub, pressing a perfect breast into his chest, and kissed him. Her kisses were expert and carefully calculated to raise his passion to a fever pitch.
He kissed her back, using the precise amount of tongue she liked and resisting his blazing desire to ravage her mouth, breasts, and cunt. That word had startled him the first time Loretta had used it. Ahmed and Sigrid, his first girlfriend, had been too shy to say the names of their intimate body parts. Now, the forbidden words excited him. Everything about Loretta excited him.
"Oh yes! You're such a good kisser." She straddled his hips, pressing her slit against his stiff cock, and put his hands on her breasts. "You get me so hot."
"I'm such a lucky man." He rolled his hips while he kneaded Loretta's spectacular breasts, trying to guide his cock-head into her cunt mouth. "To be here with the most desirable woman in the universe."
"It's good being with you." Loretta stood up, revealing her hairless vulva and jet black pubic thatch, and held out her hand. "And it's going to get even better." She took his hand and guided him out of the hot tub and into the shower area. "I have a surprise."
"A surprise?" Ahmed found Loretta's frequent surprises both exciting and frightening. They'd committed almost every sexual sin in the Quran and he'd relished every violation. It seemed--Allah forgive him--that the Prophet had been wrong about sex. "What is it?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." Jets of warm air dried them and Loretta led Ahmed up the stairs to her apartment's bedroom level.
She stopped at the master bedroom door, curled her fingers around his stiff cock, and kissed him. "You sure are hard."
"With you, always." Ahmed and Sigrid had eagerly explored the sins of unmarried intercourse and oral sex. They'd been too shy to even consider the much greater sin of anal sex.
But Loretta had given him her asshole and taken his butt, first with dildos and then a strap-on, which was probably an even bigger sin.
He wondered what sins were left.
Still gripping Ahmed's hard-on, Loretta opened the door and led him inside.
A naked young man was sitting in one of the lounge area's easy chairs. He was clean shaven, with shoulder-length blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He stood up and smiled silently at Ahmed, waiting for Loretta to speak.
Ahmed couldn't help staring at the blond man. He had the bulging muscles of a serious body builder and a long thick cock. Even soft, it was considerably larger than Ahmed's unusually large rod.
And it wasn't staying soft. As Ahmed watched with a mixture of amazement, fear, and anticipation, it grew to full hardness, standing out from the blond man's hairless crotch like a towering redwood in images from old California.
Loretta slid her fist down Ahmed's rigid shaft, curled her thumb and index finger around its base, and cupped his testicles with her remaining fingers. "Ahmed, this is Lance. He's going to be joining us tonight."
Ahmed's first reaction was jealousy. He didn't want to share Loretta with anyone. Not another woman and certainly not a man.
But what could he do? He was her boy toy, providing sexual services. Not a lover or even an equal. He was a low-level engineer who rented a coffin--a low-gravity space near the spindle just big enough to sleep in--and used community facilities. She didn't pay him, except in awesome body and soul shattering sex, but that was good enough.
"Hello Lance." Ahmed forced a smile.
Lance was looking over Ahmed's trim body, lingering on his massive erection. "It's good to meet you." He stepped forward and kissed Ahmed directly on the lips. Ahmed was startled. He was used to men kissing other men, politely on the cheek, but had never kissed another man on the mouth.
He was even more surprised when Lance pulled him away from Loretta, plastered his body against Ahmed's, and tongue kissed him with savage intensity. It was raw, primal, and totally male, with none of the limits Sigrid and Loretta had set.
Ahmed resisted briefly, but then kissed Lance back with a hard dirty tongue while rubbing his stiff cock against the blond man's swollen pole and kneading his tight buttocks.
"You're fucking hot!" Lance growled, reaching between their bodies and curling his hand around both their hard-ons.
Again, Ahmed was shocked. No man had ever touched his erect penis. He froze like a statue as Lance's closed fist slid up and down their stiff shafts.
"You like that?" Lance slipped his index finger between their rods, caressing their cock-heads as he stroked their hard dicks, sending waves of pleasure through Ahmed's body.
"Oh yes!" The Prophet had decreed homosexuality to be the gravest of the sexual sins. Ahmed suspected that was because man-on-man sex gave the greatest pleasure. Men knew each other's bodies and desires better than a woman possibly could. Allah forgive him! He'd found another sin to joyfully commit.
Ahmed reached down and cupped his fingers around his and Lance's balls. His were hairy. Lance's were smooth bare flesh. Many of the men he'd seen in the community showers had hairless crotches. He'd considered removing his own pubic hair, but Loretta liked it.
He kneaded their testicles, squeezing hard enough to excite but stopping at the edge of pain. Lance's smooth genitals and his hairy nuts made an exciting contrast.
