All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"Why ... am I doing this?" Tabitha fell to her knees in front of Jacob. She stretched trembling fingers toward the pulsing organ.
"Because it's the best cock you've ever seen." Jacob laced his fingers behind his head and smiled.
"No, it's not." Tabitha sucked in her breath when her hand came in contact with his hot flesh. "It's horrid. They've done something terrible to you, Mr. Winthrop." She squeezed his penis experimentally. A thrill went through her. "Drugs. It must be some sort of targeted drug. It makes women ... go crazy." Even knowing this was not enough to pull herself out of Jacob's gravity. The cock writhed playfully in her grasp. It seemed to be trying to make her pump it.
"We don't do drugs, Inspector. We believe in purity. That's one of the reasons we fled the heathens on Earth." Jacob enjoyed how tentative and careful she was being with her hands. But he would need her to step up her game at some point. "Why don't you put your other hand on it?"
Without thinking, Tabitha complied. He was oozing so much clear fluid from his head that it dripped down onto her hands, coating her ring. "Are you ...?" Memories of his orgasm from her botched interrogation came flooding back to her. He had sprayed a geyser onto her. What was flowing from him now was nothing compared to that. This was just his precum. "What did they ... do to you?" Her face inched closer and closer to the penis. It calmed in her hands, like it didn't want to spook her. "You poor thing." She realized she was steadily pumping him. When had she started doing that?
"Are you going to put this in your report, Mrs. Kensington?" Jacob recognized the crazed look in her eyes. He was going to hump her before she left the ship. He was quite confident he'd have a new wife within a few days. Maybe a week, tops. And with the inspector general in their fold, he could leave the ship. The women of Tigov 19 would be ripe for the harvest.
"No ... report ..." Tabitha stuck out her tongue and licked the clear goo off his penis. Electric sparks shot through her nerves. She shivered. "If I do this ... can I count on your discretion?" She looked up into his grinning face. It was clear to her that he'd understood her meaning. She was offering a blowjob in exchange for his silence on the matter.
"My wives have a right to know." Jacob shrugged.
"Your wives?" Tabitha didn't understand. Did he mean the Mormon wives he had bedded? She continued pumping him with her hands.
"Sure. The Messiah must have wives. I'm spreading His word through seed."
"Are there women I haven't yet met?" Tabitha tried to concentrate.
"You've met them all." Jacob put his hand on top of her head. "But I'm getting bored. Let's see how you suck."
"I ... um ..." Tabitha had never been spoken to that way. And certainly not since she had become the inspector general. Everyone had treated her with dignity and respect. At least when she wasn't arresting them. But she allowed this nineteen-year-old to maneuver her mouth onto his wide, oozing cockhead. Her body shook with more shivers as she tasted his precum. She gave Ezra oral on special occasions, but she knew this would be different. The size was one thing, for sure. But more than that, Jacob's penis responded to her tongue, playing with her. Oral sex was now a two-person dance, rather than a simple pleasuring of her man. She returned the cock's kiss and bobbed her head a little when Jacob encouraged her with his hand.
"If only the people of Tigov 19 could see their inspector general now." Jacob sighed. She looked so pretty with her face contorted around his dick. "You look like a squirrel in a winter panic."
"Mmppppphhhhhhh." She thought back to the last time she'd had this penis in her mouth. She had been coming down from the most amazing pleasure. With a taste of Jacob's cum she had experienced perfect rapture. She wanted the teenager to shut up and orgasm so she could find that magical bliss again. She bobbed her head faster and pumped harder with her hands on the bottom of his shaft.
"Have you ever seen a squirrel, Mrs. Kensington?" It thrilled Jacob when she looked up at him. They made eye contact. Her eyes bulged with a wonderful desperate quality. "I suppose you've probably always lived on this station. They are ... ugh ... the most ridiculous hoarders. Always desperate for nuts. Just like you. Desperate ... for nut."
Tabitha reached up, pushed his hand off her head, and popped her mouth off his penis. "If you want me to keep going, shut up." Without waiting for a response, she took his penis back past her lips. "Mmmmppppphhhhhhhh," she said for emphasis.
"Yes, ma'am." Jacob liked her. She was so different from his other wives. How wonderful that God had put her on his path. He let her blow him in silence for a good long while. Her slurps, moans, and occasional gags were the only sound in the room. Eventually, he was ready. "I'm ... going to cum ... Mrs. Kensington."
"Mmmppphhhhhhhh." Tabitha squeezed his cock tighter with her fingers. Just as his grunting neared its crescendo, her communicator chimed in her pocket. She ignored it, praying that it wasn't Ezra. He would be wondering why she wasn't home. A surge of guilt hit her. This was the last time she would put herself in such a position. She was faithful. It wasn't her fault. She was sure it was some sort of drug that ... "Mmmmpppppppphhhhhhh." Tabitha's body went rigid and her mind went blank when the first splash of hot, salty stuff hit the back of her mouth. It was even better than she remembered. Her mind surrendered to pure ecstasy.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhh." Jacob watched her suck down a couple gulps and then pitch sideways, his cock popping out of her mouth. Stiff as a board, she hit the floor and made those familiar stupid gurgles and moans. He pumped his dick with his hands once she let go and continued spraying. A few more pumps and his cock finished erupting. His newest woman still lay delirious at his feet. "No time ... like the ... present," he panted.
From a faraway place, Tabitha felt herself being moved. She could hear the zipper of her uniform. She blinked. She was in her panties and bra, Jacob's giant cock swinging back and forth above her belly. "Wwwwwwwaaaiiit. Wwwwwwwwweee caaaaaaaan't do tthhisssssssss." He was going to put it inside her, and in her present state, she was going to let him.
"Quiet down ... Mrs. Kensington. It's even better when it's inside. You'll see that we're all one with Him." Jacob pulled down her panties but was surprised when she firmly pulled them back up. Women weren't supposed to do that. "Just as Christ ... shields the church ... I will shield you ... from the tempest's gale." He was still breathing hard from his orgasm. He kneeled between her legs and waited for her to allow him access to her pussy. Her comm went off again.
"Ezra!" Tabitha wriggled on the floor toward her stained uniform and pulled the communicator out of her pocket. She caught Jacob's eye. He was watching her with an amused expression, like she was some sort of lost puppy. Anger welled up in her. Tabitha Kensington was not any kind of puppy. She looked at the chiming comm. It wasn't Ezra. It was Pam. She put her finger to her lips. When Jacob shrugged and nodded to show her he understood, she answered. "Yes, Pam. I'm here." What would Pam have thought if she knew that "here" meant lying on the floor in her underwear with cum dripping down her chin?
"You need to come in right away. We just pulled in a dead body from the slips." Pam sounded unusually high-strung.
"Okay, I'll be there in a couple hours. I have some things ... to do." Tabitha looked at Jacob's penis. It was still huge and pulsing. Maybe she could coax one more orgasm out of him with her mouth. That would be the last one. Then she could return to work.
"You need to come in now. It's what we talked about. Marsden Cole is dead." Pam waited. "Tabitha ... are you there? Link the vid. I want to talk face-to-face."
