Melvin hated working. When he needed money, his preference was to steal it. Failing that, he would ask his wife for it. Unfortunately, this time he had made the mistake of accepting a job. That's what you get for drinking seven Thurbian Heliogogs in a row. When he woke from his coma, the contracts were already signed and his fate sealed.
Aboard his hypership Areola Queen, he stalked towards the bridge stamping his bulbous, white feet in frustration, all the while zipping and straightening his black jumpsuit. Morganica waited patiently as Melvin took the captain's chair. She adjust her large tits and turned to face Melvin.
"Our screens are clear and the engines are running perfectly sir."
"Dazzling," Melvin mumbled. "When do we arrive in Klosston?"
"Approximately twenty-seven hours, sir."
"Great, just long enough for me to fully regret this." Melvin fidgeted in his chair. Already his hangover had entered the tumor phase. Maybe it would explode within the hour and allow him to get on with his life.
"Morg, suck on my dick for awhile. My head is killing me." Melvin unzipped his crotch opening and allowed his thick, thirteen inch cock. Morganica kneeled in front of him and took his meat into her mouth. Her long black and silver hair, which sparkled in the soft light of the bridge, fell around her head and covered his lap.
"Ooooh, that is just what the witch doctor ordered." He relaxed and stretched out his long legs. Morganica's head bobbed up and down over Melvin's cock. She sucked hard and pulled his raging cock deep into her wet mouth. Her head went down as she worked the hard cock deep into her inviting throat. Gagging , she sucked down the penis in like a vacuum cleaner.
"Yah, that is what I mean. Suck that cock you whore!" Melvin, not know totreat his crew with any respect, humped his hips up into Morganica's sweaty face. She gagged and spit his cock out. Turning her head aft, she vomited out the contents of her lubricant well. Melvin's cock flexed and spit a glob of cum into her left eye.
