On board the Ebon Hawk, Mira sat in her usual seat at the game table. Her traditional leather jacket was folded on the bench behind her as she slouched back and closed her eyes. She was extremely horny, having had no sexual interaction for many days. The Hawk had just lifted from Nar Shadaa, running from bounty hunters that had been hunting Daynn relentlessly for a week. Now, safe in hyperspace, Mira turned her attention from worrying about who was going to shoot at them next and began to think of her own needs. Her nipples were hard, poking out from her 36C-cup tits and through the red cotton crop top that was tied in a knot between the two mounds. Her hands ran down her perfectly flat stomach, giving her a slight tingling between her legs.
The last cock she had had was...well she could barely remember it. It had been a guy she had picked up in the 081 cantina. He had been an average fuck, and having his wife walk into his apartment while she was bouncing up and down on his lap had not helped matters. She had knelt up quickly, letting his cock fall out of her, taking away the possibility of an orgasm she had really needed. He had no problems in that department though, as his stiff dick shot a creamy load up on his own stomach and chest while his wife watched Mira quickly wriggle into her tight leather pants and throw on her jacket. She left without exchanging words with either of them, although they surely were going to have words with each other! The fact that she had been wiping her dripping wet thong panties over his tongue right as they were interrupted meant that she had not walked out without leaving him a souvenir to remember her by, though.
This reminiscence only increased Mira's need for satisfaction. One hand drifted down to pressure her clitoris through her leather pants, while the other pinched at a nipple. There were only four other people on the ship at the moment. Daynn, the Jedi/leader of the group, was resting in the starboard bunkroom and probably wouldn't wake if a thermal detonator went off. He needed the rest badly after the rough time they had had on Nar Shadaa. Atton, an ex-warrior whose muscular physique provided material for her fantasizing, was piloting the ship. Brianna, the young Echani handmaiden, was practicing combat in the hold with a droid, HK-47, and Visas Marr was in deep meditation in the port bunkroom. None of the group had known each other for long and so, once on board, they all split up, valuing personal space.
Given the quiet atmosphere, the thought of somebody walking into the central area of the ship and catching her playing with herself seemed very small. A small moan passed her lips as she leaned the chair further back and spread her legs, putting her feet up on the gaming table in front of her. Her head lolled back, eyes closed, as she teased her senses with visions of Atton. She imagined what his muscular ass cheeks would look like, spreading and contracting as he pistoned in and out of her pussy, her tits rythmically shaking up and down on her chest. She undid her belt, then unzipped her pants, sliding them down slightly to allow better access to her quickly moistening cunt. By doing so, the black sidestrings of her thong rode up out of the pants while her hand stretched the thin triangle of material that covered her pussy. She slowly began to masturbate the hood over her clit with on finger, sliding it back and forth, enjoying the sexual energy that was released every time her clit was pressured. She imagined Atton bending her over the game table, with her legs spread, pumping her from behind and watching her ass cheeks jiggle as he drove her tits against the hard ceramic surface. She would be pumping back against him just as hard, until that badly needed orgasm washed over her. Her hand became a blur of motion beneath her now-soaking panties, giving her the pleasure she so badly needed. She groped at her own breast, mauling it through her crop top, feeling the material sliding against her flesh.
At this point, the Hawk had been in hyperspace a few hours and the route was finalized. It would be two days before they reached their destination of Taris, where they hoped to find the source of the price on Daynn's head. Atton took a final glance at the navigation computer, then leaned back in his seat. Thinking that he ought to check in on the crew, and knowing that nothing would change the trajectory of the ship now, short of an interdiction cruiser, he pulled up the camera console on his secondary screen. Shifting his muscular bulk so that he was facing this, he went through the menus, checking the crew. Visas was meditating in one of the bunkrooms. He took advantage of the view from the camera, digitally zooming in to examine her tight bodydress. Visas had amazing tits, and did nothing to hide them from the world. His cock began to stiffen at the sight. He changed to the next screen, which showed Daynn asleep in the other bunkroom. Poor guy, he needed the rest, Atton thought. He switched to the next screen, showing the gaming table in the central room, and felt his breath leave him at the sight. Mira was almost horizontal, leaning back in one of the gaming chairs with her feet propped against the gaming table, legs spread, with one hand in her pants and the other one playing with a tit through her shirt. Atton quickly zoomed in for a good look, enjoying the sight of the young redhead playing with herself.
Thinking quickly, he threw on the comset and switched the audio channel to the camera pickup in the central room. He could barely hear slight moans and whispers from Mira as she fantasized, but they were too quiet. He brought up a secondary program that tuned the audio quality from the cameras, and found that he could turn up the gain on this pickup. In doing so, his cock went from half-flaccid to stiff as he hear Mira's erotic moans. Right in his ears, the headset echoed her sultry voice. "Oh yesssss...fuck me, Atton...slide that big dick in my cunt...yessssss!" Atton couldn't help but grasp at his engorged cock through his pants and masturbate as he listened to the Mira fantasize about him through his headphones.
Hell, he thought, he could probably go back there and fuck her right now. She obviously wanted it, and it seemed like the rest of the crew was otherwise occupied and wouldn't notice. Privacy was a hard thing to find on a small freighter like the Ebon Hawk, but urges like these wouldn't be denied. He stood up, readjusted his swollen penis, and slipped back past his pilot's chair, accidentally brushing the primary console keyboard. His thoughts preoccupied with visions of Mira's body, he failed to notice the screen shift to show the view from the camera in the cargo hold. The scene there would definitely have caught his attention otherwise...
Mira's frenzied cunt rub was almost to it's climax when she was startled by the fall of booted feet resounding on the Hawk's metal flooring. Shit! she thought, pulling her feet off of the game table and quickly zipping up her pants to redo her belt. Her erect nipples were trying to poke through her tight top and the air smelled definitively of her sex. The waist of her black leather pants were still mounted low around her hips, with the side strings of her thong looping up, out, and back in, giving Mira a teasing appearance. She stood up just as Atton rounded the bend from the cockpit and saw her. His gaze dropped to her breasts, looking at her stiff nips, and then to the visible thong strings.
"Uh...hello, Atton," Mira said, cocking a hip sideways, smirking just a little bit. She was disappointed that she hadn't gotten off a minute earlier but she also knew that if Atton wasn't preoccupied with piloting, she could probably get the real thing from him. "Doing anything?" she asked, innocently, presenting her thrust out chest to Atton while giving him a small teasing smile. She could see the slight bulge in the front of his pants and knew that he would be eager to join her.
Atton could see her almost blatant invitation, but he wasn't sure if it was his imagination jumping at conclusions based on what he had seen on the camera monitor. Only one way to find out, he thought. He pointed up at the camera, an unassuming black hemisphere on the ceiling. "Nope, was just tired of watching the show. Thought maybe I would participate instead?" The last was posed as a question, demanding a direct answer from Mira.
Mira looked Atton up and down, blushing with embarassment but not lost to the possibilities of the situation. "I suppose I forgot about the internal surveillance system...but maybe that was a good thing. What I really need right now is a big, stiff cock..." she trailed off, staring at Atton's crotch. Slowly she walked toward him, her hand immediately down, anticipating the thick manmeat. Her breath was ragged, and it was clear that she was currently horny enough to do anything right then just for the pleasure of it.
Atton was initially taken back by Mira's sudden sluttiness. Ever since they had picked her up on Telos, she had seemed pretty cold toward the world, although he thought he had caught her staring at him a few times. "Alright, alright!" he said, smiling. Atton was always one for a good fuckslut. His "divining rod" was pointing right at Mira, so why not? He stepped forward, his groin meeting with Mira's hand. She immediately let out a sigh upon feeling his turgid cock.
