Courier: a Taryn Clancy Story

CORUSCANT - 10 ABY

An hour after the planetary defense shield activated almost without warning, grounding them atop the old Imperial Palace, they were

still here

, the skylanes empty, the

Messenger

's idling engines barely disturbing the eerie calm. Taryn frowned. She had seen the initial turbolaser flashes with her own eyes, but nothing since. No invasion, no counterattack. A false alarm maybe? Friendly fire? She had heard rumors in more than a few spaceports of an impending Imperial strike to retake the capital planet from the New Republic, but with Grand Admiral Thrawn dead who was even left to lead their scattered remnants?

"Well kriff you too," Taryn snapped at the droning flight controller, angrily switching off the comm before falling back in her seat. "Delicate twat."

Beside her, her co-pilot Del Sato chuckled and shook his head. Taryn glared at him with big hazel eyes while large firm breasts heaved beneath her flight jacket and whisps of soft brown hair dangled before her pretty face. She was, as her father used to put it,

a catch

, but she didn't like to think of herself that way. Often mistaken for a high-class prostitute--the market having been flooded by Galactic Civil War veterans after Endor, and then again by Imperials after Thrawn's defeat--she received more than her fair share of propositions wherever they docked but had always been careful not to let it go to her head. Her focus right now was on being the best pilot she could possibly be, although it was nice to know she had a fallback option if this whole space captain thing didn't work out.

Gray hair slightly receding after three decades in service, Del sat glued to the hologram in front of him, watching a seductive woman about Taryn's height and build (though several years older) casually flicking her gleaming cortosis blade to keep several drooling Trandoshans at bay. Taryn rolled her eyes. Even as a girl she had never been a fan of Serra Hailey's silly adventure vids, but now it was just embarrassing watching a woman quite obviously in her middle years attempt to play a character half her age. And yet she had to admit the woman still had some moves, feeling an itch between her thighs as she studied Serra's ample bouncing breasts and firm ass. There were rumors she had done holoporn on Bastion under an alias when her career temporarily stalled a few years after the founding of the Empire, Taryn's dark mood breaking just a little as she imagined the beauty being spit-roasted and made airtight by the same Trandoshans trying to capture her. Now

those

were the kind of Serra Hailey vids a holoporn connoisseur like herself might be interested in, although she didn't relish the idea of tracking down a smut broker and paying top credit for them. The last time she did that it cost her nearly a month's wages, only for the vid to eventually leak onto the HoloNet anyway. Not that she regretted the purchase, Queen Soriana's Gungan megabang giving her many satisfactory orgasms and restful nights.

Taryn sighed. "How can you watch that poodoo, Del?"

Del the lifelong fan narrowed his eyes at her, though the little appraising flick didn't go unnoticed. For whatever reason, the Core Courier Service had never seen fit to make him a captain of his own ship, and even though he seemed to have made peace with that and was due to retire soon, Taryn could tell her youth irked him, although at twenty-six she was far from a rookie.

"Not much else to do, is there, Captain? Least not until that shield comes down. Besides, this is a classic. You should watch it, get a little culture."

Taryn made a face, thinking of all the communication datacards sitting undelivered in the

Messenger

's hold. An Imperial invasion certainly wasn't her fault, but this was only her fourth time captaining her own ship and she was still in the hot seat after ditching half her cargo on Kreuk IV to escape local pirates. She touched her jaw at the memory, wondering how many cocks she would have to suck

this time

to keep from getting demoted.

Taryn watched the hologram Serra dance across the nav console. "Does she at least get her tewlies out?"

Del chuckled and gave her an approving sideways glance. "Oh yeah, I forgot you went both ways." He smiled and shook his head. "Sorry, kid, not in this one. So what's her name?"

"Who?"

"The desk clerk. I saw that grin when you came out. You weren't in there long enough to have any real fun. Tell me you at least got her comlink number."

Taryn's face warmed. "Her name's Antilles. And if you must know, yes I did."

Del looked her over, appraising her again but not like before. He had a slight smirk and a twinkle in his eye that Taryn had seen too many times before on her father Kal. She pretended not to notice the growing bulge in his snug courier trousers, a chill running up her spine as she toggled the comm and hailed flight control again, only to be immediately denied.

Del turned off the holovid, focused on her now. "You look like her you know. Serra, I mean. When she was younger."

Taryn forced a playful smile. "Is that a compliment I hear?"

Del chuckled while she squinted out the viewport and desperately searched for any sign the shield was coming down. "How's this for a compliment, sweetheart?"

Taryn looked over, frowning at his strange expression; then she moved her eyes down and gasped at the throbbing, veiny prick growing to full hardness in his pudgy fist. "Del Sato!" she said sternly. "You put that thing away

right now

! That's an order!"

He spun his navchair to face her. "Sorry, honey. You might be captain of this heap, but this big dick's in charge now." He lunged and grabbed her by the back of the head. Taryn groaned as he pulled her to him, sliding out of her captain's chair and falling to her knees between his wide-open legs. She slapped at his beefy arm, Del laughing as he casually pulled her head to his lap.

"Del, I'm your captain!" she gasped as he brushed the leaky cockhead across her pouty lips. "I'm giving you a direct--

Oomph

!"

He raised his hips, feeding himself to her. Eyes wide as she slowly engulfed him, Taryn couldn't help feeling a little thrill at the taste of his warm delicate flesh and pungent precum. "The only thing you're captain of is this cock," Del wheezed. He was big for a human, her lips stretching around his shaft as the spongy head pushed against the back of her throat. Her wet heat made him groan and throb, giving her ego a little boost.

Del leaned back and closed his eyes as she reluctantly gave in, leaving a hand on the back of her head though she needed no guidance. Just because she preferred her own sex these days didn't mean she couldn't still handle a flight stick when she needed to. "There we go," he moaned softly. "Just like Daddy taught you."

Taryn nearly choked, snotting thick throat saliva out of her nose. She tried to rise up and defend herself, but he held her firmly in place, lifting his hips to push more dong meat down her throat.

He laughed, practically guffawing. "Dumb slag. You think I didn't know all about Kal Clancy's whore daughter when I signed on with you?" He yanked her head up so he could look her in the face, sneering at her betrayed expression and brimming tears before pushing her back down on his cock. "You really thought it was your impeccable record and hot poodoo pilot skills that got you this ship, didn't you? Oh that's rich."

Taryn squeezed her eyes shut, tears running down her cheeks while she blew him. As far back as she could remember she wanted to be a legendary freighter pilot like her father, becoming his protegee when she was just a teenager but never quite earning his respect. When he finally gave up on her five years ago, she joined the courier service where her name and the support of those who had flown with her father made her enormously popular. Only now did she realize those supporters had brought with them all the innuendo about her and Kal's relationship she had been hearing for years. Little wonder so many older males had taken her under their wing, Taryn serving as a navigator and co-pilot on several ships where it had never occurred to her that the amount of dick she was taking might be linked to her popularity.

Angry--at herself, at Del and her father, even at the universe that had made her a beautiful female instead of a boy capable of making Kal proud--she bore down on the cock in her mouth, sealing herself around the bulbous shaft before slowly dragging her lips and tongue along, moaning aggressively while sucking slowly but firmly the way the Twi'lek whore on Nar Shaddaa had shown her. Del moaned at her newfound enthusiasm, grinding into his seat while she bobbed her head. He was even the same age as Kal, a factoid that both angered

and

aroused her.

Minutes passed, Del impressing her with his longevity. But he was still only human, and before long she had him writhing and shaking as the pleasure built up inside him, Taryn sucking loudly, using her teeth to really make him squirm.

"Almost there, Captain," he wheezed. "Almost...

there

."

Taryn redoubled her efforts, lifting her pert ass while swallowing him all the way to the root, holding there until he cried for mercy. Coming up only for a quick breath, tears dry now, she aggressively resumed the attack, determined to show him who was

really

in charge here.

Del let out a pained gasp. "I'm gonna come!" he whimpered, his voice growing stronger as his cock grew harder. "Captain, I'm gonna come! Captain, I-- I--

I'm coming

!"

He swelled in her mouth before bursting like a Toydarian firecracker, screaming as he came, face red and sweaty as he fired harder than he had in a very long time, possibly ever. Taryn swallowed every thick spurt, moaning at the taste.

Quickly drained, Del fell back in defeat, cock partially deflating. He jerked and groaned while she kept sucking, Taryn intent on getting every last drip. Too sensitive to bear it, he tried pushing her off only for her to slap his hand away and laugh around his prick while bobbing her head and hollowing her cheeks. Gritting his teeth, Del dug into his armrests while she fellated him back to full hardness, his scrotum tightening in preparation for another round.

Now Taryn stopped, coming up with a loud slurp before wiping her mouth with her sleeve. Close enough to smell the Corellian ale on his breath, she gazed smugly into his eyes and waited for something, anything. She didn't expect him to laugh.

"You left the comm on, dummy."

Taryn swung her head around, eyes almost popping out when she saw it. She quickly flipped the switch off before dropping into her seat, face hot and ruddy, nipples straining against her damp undershirt.

She stared straight ahead, refusing to look at Del while he slowly stroked his engorged cock. "Be a shame to let a big piece of meat like this go to waste, Captain," he said.

Taryn firmed her jaw and poked at the console. "Is that

all

you think about?"

"You caused this problem, Captain. Only fair you take care of it. It's not like we're going anywhere anytime soon."

Taryn huffed again, hating herself for being so weak. She considered hailing flight control again before reluctantly looking over at her co-pilot, her eyes immediately drawn to his impressive cock. Del grinned and put his hands behind his head, his fat prick remaining rigid and upright like a fleshy pole, precum oozing from the tip. He had been with enough females in his time to know he had her hooked, but that didn't mean she would make it easy for him.

Her voice was commanding, in a way he had never heard before. "That's right, Mister Sato, I

am

the captain of this vessel, whatever your giant cock might think to the contrary." She looked him hard in the eyes. "Test me again when we're underway and it might not end so pleasantly for you. Do we understand each other?"

Del lowered his hands and nodded gravely. It was all fun and games when they were grounded, but he had been in the courier service long enough to know the importance of rank once they hit the spacelanes.

"Good, now rub that thing out and get back to work. The shield might come down anytime and I want to blast off the second it does." She glanced once more at his cock before turning to the console and running a pre-flight diagnostic of the

Messenger

's systems. Del watched her a moment before shrugging and going to town on himself, pounding his fist up and down his bulging shaft while staring at her pretty face. Taryn pretended not to notice, her pussy soaking through her snug trousers while his gleaming precum left her mouth watering. She gently cleared her throat when he reached over and slid a hand under her jacket, stifling moans while he roughly kneaded her ample breast in time with his jerks. Her feminine softness was just what he needed to get off, Del gasping before leaping to his feet.

"Speaking of blasting off," he snarled, pulling her head against his body while tugging his cock in front of her. Taryn blushed and stared dully forward while he had his fun, flinching when he suddenly burst all over her face and in her hair, his cries echoing throughout the ship while he splooged even harder than before and left her a slowly dripping mess. Spent, he slipped his softening hose into her mouth and let her suck out what remained before stumbling back into his seat. He sat there and stared until Taryn gathered the cum from her face and sucked it off her fingers.

Sated for now, Del put himself away before joining her at the console, the

Messenger

humming around them as they prepared for a quick getaway. Taryn sat there, aroused but humiliated.

At least he didn't piss on me

, she thought, one of her father's favorite kinks when she served under him.

Minutes passed in silence. Finally, Taryn stood and made her way to the rear of the cockpit, stopping at the door and giving Del a moment to ogle her shapely bum before looking back. "I'll be in the cargo hold if you need me," she said, a twinkle in her eye as she pointedly looked at his crotch. "Inspecting packages."