austickler92
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- Joined
- Oct 26, 2010
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(Written using AI)
Part 1 here
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
Several days blurred by in the relentless rhythm of starship life. Hoshi threw herself into translations and bridge shifts, her mind wandering to the nights in T'Pol's quarters—the slick heat of tongues on skin, the unyielding pull of restraints, the shattering release that left her boneless and craving. Sleep came deep now, but so did dreams laced with Vulcan precision and her own helpless moans. T'Pol, ever the picture of stoic efficiency, oversaw science assignments and mission briefings without a flicker of their secret, though Hoshi caught her gaze lingering once or twice in passing corridors, a subtle spark in those dark eyes.
It was during a quiet lunch in the mess hall that T'Pol approached, tray in hand, her steps measured. She slid into the seat across from Hoshi, who nearly choked on her salad. 'Ensign Sato,' T'Pol said softly, voice pitched for their ears alone amid the hum of crew chatter. 'The neuro-pressure sessions have proven effective for your insomnia. I have analyzed the data from our encounters—your physiological responses, in particular, intrigue me. The escalation of arousal pathways suggests untapped potential for mutual exploration. If you are amenable, I propose we continue this evening in my quarters.'
Hoshi's fork paused mid-air, heat flooding her face and lower belly. 'Explore... how?' she whispered, pulse quickening.
T'Pol's expression remained neutral, but her fingers tightened on her cup. 'By inverting the dynamic. I am curious to experience the protocol from the recipient's perspective. This experience would provide valuable comparative insights. From your observations so far, would you feel confident in administering the neuro-pressure on me?’
Excitement twisted in Hoshi's gut, a thrill at the power shift. Seeing the unflappable Vulcan vulnerable? Her pussy clenched at the image. ‘Yes, I’d like that,' she murmured, nodding. 'Tonight, then?’
Hours later, the door to T'Pol's quarters hissed shut behind them. The air felt thicker, charged. T'Pol turned, unfastening her uniform with clinical efficiency. 'Your arousal during the sessions was pronounced—lubrication, engorgement, vocalisations. As a Vulcan, I suppress such reactions, but curiosity compels me to investigate. Please administer the neuro-pressure as I did for you: manual first, then oral. Bind me to ensure precision.' Her tunic fell away, revealing flawless, toned skin, full breasts with dusky nipples already faintly peaked, and as she stepped out of her pants, a neatly groomed patch above her slit, lips smooth and subtly flushed.
Hoshi swallowed, stripping her own uniform to even the field, her smaller frame buzzing with anticipation. Naked, she guided T'Pol to the bed, securing wrists to the headboard with the soft cuffs, then spreading and binding ankles wide. T'Pol lay exposed, legs parted to reveal her pussy fully—inner folds pink and glistening just a touch, clit hooded but visible. The sight made Hoshi's mouth water, her own arousal slicking her thighs.
'I will begin with peripheral nodes,' Hoshi said, echoing T'Pol's earlier words, her hands hovering over the Vulcan's arms. She started light, fingers tracing the inner elbow with feather strokes, nails scraping gently along the sensitive crease. T'Pol's body remained still, her face impassive. 'Curious texture,' she observed, voice even. Internally, though, a faint itch stirred—Vulcan discipline cataloged it as irrelevant, suppressing the urge to twitch.
Hoshi pressed firmer, thumbs digging into the biceps, then spidering fingers down to the wrists, pinching the pulse points. T'Pol's breath hitched minutely, logic warring with the building prickle. Irrelevant sensation, she thought, focusing on meditative control, but Hoshi's nails raked the underarms next—light scratches over the smooth hollows, circling the edges. A suppressed quiver ran through T'Pol's shoulders; she clenched her jaw, emotions locked behind walls of logic. Yet the tickle persisted, insistent, like neural static demanding attention.
Emboldened, Hoshi moved to the torso, hands gliding over the ribs with pokes between each bone. T’Pol's sides tensed, a soft exhale escaping as fingers danced across her abdomen, dipping into the navel with swirling probes. The internal battle intensified—Suppress. Analyze. But laughter bubbled low, unbidden, her control fraying at the edges. Hoshi noticed the subtle shifts, grinning. 'You're holding back. Let it out—it's okay.'
To the hips now, Hoshi's palms kneading the sharp bones, then nails trailing the creases near the groin, inches from T'Pol's pussy. The proximity sent a forbidden spark through T'Pol; she bit her lip, suppressing a gasp as Hoshi scratched the outer thighs, long drags from knee to hip. Inner thighs proved the fracture point—fingers fluttering upward, brushing the labia edges accidentally, pulling T'Pol's first real twitch. Her mind raced: Illogical. Yet... compelling. Laughter cracked through, a short, surprised huff.
Hoshi moved down to the legs, scratching the calf muscles, then behind the knee with rapid flicks. T'Pol's leg jerked, a chuckle escaping despite her efforts. Control slipping. The feet came last—Hoshi lifted the right sole, nails raking from heel to toes, the arch hypersensitive under Vulcan physiology. T'Pol's toes curled, a deep laugh bursting free, raw and unrestrained. 'Ensign—haha—that is... undignified!' But Hoshi persisted, fingers scribbling over the ball, pinching the toes one by one.
'God, T'Pol, laughing? It's so strange... and hot,' Hoshi breathed, her pussy throbbing at the sight—the mighty Vulcan reduced to giggles, body writhing in the bonds. She switched feet, tormenting the left with the same vigor, T'Pol's laughter escalating to full-bellied guffaws, tears pricking her eyes as control shattered. Internally, she surrendered: The sensation demands release. Logic yields to biology. Her pussy grew wetter, arousal flooding as the tickling ignited deeper fires.
Hands done, Hoshi leaned in for oral. Starting at the arms again, her tongue lapped the inner biceps, wet and warm, flicking the elbows. T'Pol moaned through residual chuckles, the moisture amplifying every nerve. Underarms received broad strokes, Hoshi's tongue delving deep, sucking the skin lightly. T'Pol bucked, laughter mixing with gasps, her nipples hardening fully.
Torso next: tongue dragging across ribs, probing the spaces, then swirling the navel with thrusts that mimicked penetration. T'Pol's abs clenched, 'Hoshi—ahha—please!’ Hips and thighs followed, licks tracing the creases, breath huffing against the pussy lips, teasing without mercy. Calves and behind-the-knees got wet laps, but the feet—Hoshi devoted extra time, tongue flattening against the sole, licking upward in long drags, then sucking toes into her mouth, swirling around each one. T'Pol howled with laughter, foot flexing wildly, her pussy clenching visibly, juices trickling. Surrender, she thought, the tickle blending into erotic heat, emotions surging past suppression.
Hoshi's excitement peaked at the breasts. She straddled T'Pol's waist, hands cupping the full mounds first, fingers scratching the undersides with light rakes. T'Pol arched, a whimper escaping amid giggles. 'Fascinating—your touch disrupts equilibrium.' Hoshi's thumbs circled the areolas, avoiding the nipples at first, then pinching them gently, rolling the peaks. The ticklish tugs drew sharp laughs, T'Pol's body quaking.
Mouth joined: tongue lapping the lower curve of the left breast, slow circles building tension. T'Pol's internal walls crumbled further—Desire overrides logic. Hoshi sucked the nipple hard, tongue lashing the tip inside the wet seal, alternating flicks and swirls. Minutes stretched—ten, fifteen—of relentless breast assault, switching sides, fingers tickling the other mound while her mouth devoured. Hoshi's own clit ached, grinding subtly against T'Pol's belly, turned on by the Vulcan's heaving chest, the broken laughter turning to moans.
Lower now, the prize. Hoshi slid down, parting T'Pol's thighs wider. 'Your pussy's so wet,' she murmured, fingers tracing the outer lips with scratches, tickling the slick folds. T'Pol gasped, hips rolling. Tongue followed, lapping the inner thighs before flattening against the labia, dragging upward slowly. The taste—musky, unique—made Hoshi groan, her arousal dripping.
She built it deliberately, tongue circling the clit hood without direct hit, fingers dipping into the entrance to fuck shallowly, curling against the walls. T'Pol's laughter faded to desperate pleas, control in ruins. 'Hoshi—please. The sensations... I require completion. Tickle me to orgasm. Do not cease.' Her voice cracked, raw need exposed.
Hoshi obliged, dragging it out. Fingers thrust deeper, three now, stretching the tight pussy while tongue flicked the clit rapidly—quick, ticklish laps that vibrated through the nub. She sucked it into her mouth, lashing the tip, nails scratching the pubic mound lightly. T'Pol begged louder, 'Yes—faster, deeper—tickle inside!' Hoshi curled fingers against the g-spot, rubbing in circles, tongue alternating sucks and flicks, edging her mercilessly.
Twenty minutes of torment: pulling back when T'Pol neared the edge, resuming with lighter scratches on the labia, then plunging back in. T'Pol shattered finally, pussy clamping down on the fingers, clit pulsing against the tongue as she came hard—juices flooding Hoshi's hand, body convulsing in the restraints, a Vulcan scream of release echoing.
Hoshi eased her through aftershocks, licking gently until T'Pol slumped, spent. Unbinding her, Hoshi hovered, but T'Pol surged up, pulling her into a fierce kiss—lips crashing, tongues tangling in a messy, passionate claim. They broke apart, breaths ragged, cheeks flushed.
'I... that was unforeseen,' T'Pol admitted, her Vulcan logic reestablishing itself but with a rare vulnerability in her eyes.
Hoshi smiled shyly, hand on T'Pol's breast. 'Embarrassing, yeah. But I want more. Soon?'
T'Pol nodded, logic yielding to the pull between them. 'Affirmative. Exploration must continue.'
Part 1 here
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
Several days blurred by in the relentless rhythm of starship life. Hoshi threw herself into translations and bridge shifts, her mind wandering to the nights in T'Pol's quarters—the slick heat of tongues on skin, the unyielding pull of restraints, the shattering release that left her boneless and craving. Sleep came deep now, but so did dreams laced with Vulcan precision and her own helpless moans. T'Pol, ever the picture of stoic efficiency, oversaw science assignments and mission briefings without a flicker of their secret, though Hoshi caught her gaze lingering once or twice in passing corridors, a subtle spark in those dark eyes.
It was during a quiet lunch in the mess hall that T'Pol approached, tray in hand, her steps measured. She slid into the seat across from Hoshi, who nearly choked on her salad. 'Ensign Sato,' T'Pol said softly, voice pitched for their ears alone amid the hum of crew chatter. 'The neuro-pressure sessions have proven effective for your insomnia. I have analyzed the data from our encounters—your physiological responses, in particular, intrigue me. The escalation of arousal pathways suggests untapped potential for mutual exploration. If you are amenable, I propose we continue this evening in my quarters.'
Hoshi's fork paused mid-air, heat flooding her face and lower belly. 'Explore... how?' she whispered, pulse quickening.
T'Pol's expression remained neutral, but her fingers tightened on her cup. 'By inverting the dynamic. I am curious to experience the protocol from the recipient's perspective. This experience would provide valuable comparative insights. From your observations so far, would you feel confident in administering the neuro-pressure on me?’
Excitement twisted in Hoshi's gut, a thrill at the power shift. Seeing the unflappable Vulcan vulnerable? Her pussy clenched at the image. ‘Yes, I’d like that,' she murmured, nodding. 'Tonight, then?’
Hours later, the door to T'Pol's quarters hissed shut behind them. The air felt thicker, charged. T'Pol turned, unfastening her uniform with clinical efficiency. 'Your arousal during the sessions was pronounced—lubrication, engorgement, vocalisations. As a Vulcan, I suppress such reactions, but curiosity compels me to investigate. Please administer the neuro-pressure as I did for you: manual first, then oral. Bind me to ensure precision.' Her tunic fell away, revealing flawless, toned skin, full breasts with dusky nipples already faintly peaked, and as she stepped out of her pants, a neatly groomed patch above her slit, lips smooth and subtly flushed.
Hoshi swallowed, stripping her own uniform to even the field, her smaller frame buzzing with anticipation. Naked, she guided T'Pol to the bed, securing wrists to the headboard with the soft cuffs, then spreading and binding ankles wide. T'Pol lay exposed, legs parted to reveal her pussy fully—inner folds pink and glistening just a touch, clit hooded but visible. The sight made Hoshi's mouth water, her own arousal slicking her thighs.
'I will begin with peripheral nodes,' Hoshi said, echoing T'Pol's earlier words, her hands hovering over the Vulcan's arms. She started light, fingers tracing the inner elbow with feather strokes, nails scraping gently along the sensitive crease. T'Pol's body remained still, her face impassive. 'Curious texture,' she observed, voice even. Internally, though, a faint itch stirred—Vulcan discipline cataloged it as irrelevant, suppressing the urge to twitch.
Hoshi pressed firmer, thumbs digging into the biceps, then spidering fingers down to the wrists, pinching the pulse points. T'Pol's breath hitched minutely, logic warring with the building prickle. Irrelevant sensation, she thought, focusing on meditative control, but Hoshi's nails raked the underarms next—light scratches over the smooth hollows, circling the edges. A suppressed quiver ran through T'Pol's shoulders; she clenched her jaw, emotions locked behind walls of logic. Yet the tickle persisted, insistent, like neural static demanding attention.
Emboldened, Hoshi moved to the torso, hands gliding over the ribs with pokes between each bone. T’Pol's sides tensed, a soft exhale escaping as fingers danced across her abdomen, dipping into the navel with swirling probes. The internal battle intensified—Suppress. Analyze. But laughter bubbled low, unbidden, her control fraying at the edges. Hoshi noticed the subtle shifts, grinning. 'You're holding back. Let it out—it's okay.'
To the hips now, Hoshi's palms kneading the sharp bones, then nails trailing the creases near the groin, inches from T'Pol's pussy. The proximity sent a forbidden spark through T'Pol; she bit her lip, suppressing a gasp as Hoshi scratched the outer thighs, long drags from knee to hip. Inner thighs proved the fracture point—fingers fluttering upward, brushing the labia edges accidentally, pulling T'Pol's first real twitch. Her mind raced: Illogical. Yet... compelling. Laughter cracked through, a short, surprised huff.
Hoshi moved down to the legs, scratching the calf muscles, then behind the knee with rapid flicks. T'Pol's leg jerked, a chuckle escaping despite her efforts. Control slipping. The feet came last—Hoshi lifted the right sole, nails raking from heel to toes, the arch hypersensitive under Vulcan physiology. T'Pol's toes curled, a deep laugh bursting free, raw and unrestrained. 'Ensign—haha—that is... undignified!' But Hoshi persisted, fingers scribbling over the ball, pinching the toes one by one.
'God, T'Pol, laughing? It's so strange... and hot,' Hoshi breathed, her pussy throbbing at the sight—the mighty Vulcan reduced to giggles, body writhing in the bonds. She switched feet, tormenting the left with the same vigor, T'Pol's laughter escalating to full-bellied guffaws, tears pricking her eyes as control shattered. Internally, she surrendered: The sensation demands release. Logic yields to biology. Her pussy grew wetter, arousal flooding as the tickling ignited deeper fires.
Hands done, Hoshi leaned in for oral. Starting at the arms again, her tongue lapped the inner biceps, wet and warm, flicking the elbows. T'Pol moaned through residual chuckles, the moisture amplifying every nerve. Underarms received broad strokes, Hoshi's tongue delving deep, sucking the skin lightly. T'Pol bucked, laughter mixing with gasps, her nipples hardening fully.
Torso next: tongue dragging across ribs, probing the spaces, then swirling the navel with thrusts that mimicked penetration. T'Pol's abs clenched, 'Hoshi—ahha—please!’ Hips and thighs followed, licks tracing the creases, breath huffing against the pussy lips, teasing without mercy. Calves and behind-the-knees got wet laps, but the feet—Hoshi devoted extra time, tongue flattening against the sole, licking upward in long drags, then sucking toes into her mouth, swirling around each one. T'Pol howled with laughter, foot flexing wildly, her pussy clenching visibly, juices trickling. Surrender, she thought, the tickle blending into erotic heat, emotions surging past suppression.
Hoshi's excitement peaked at the breasts. She straddled T'Pol's waist, hands cupping the full mounds first, fingers scratching the undersides with light rakes. T'Pol arched, a whimper escaping amid giggles. 'Fascinating—your touch disrupts equilibrium.' Hoshi's thumbs circled the areolas, avoiding the nipples at first, then pinching them gently, rolling the peaks. The ticklish tugs drew sharp laughs, T'Pol's body quaking.
Mouth joined: tongue lapping the lower curve of the left breast, slow circles building tension. T'Pol's internal walls crumbled further—Desire overrides logic. Hoshi sucked the nipple hard, tongue lashing the tip inside the wet seal, alternating flicks and swirls. Minutes stretched—ten, fifteen—of relentless breast assault, switching sides, fingers tickling the other mound while her mouth devoured. Hoshi's own clit ached, grinding subtly against T'Pol's belly, turned on by the Vulcan's heaving chest, the broken laughter turning to moans.
Lower now, the prize. Hoshi slid down, parting T'Pol's thighs wider. 'Your pussy's so wet,' she murmured, fingers tracing the outer lips with scratches, tickling the slick folds. T'Pol gasped, hips rolling. Tongue followed, lapping the inner thighs before flattening against the labia, dragging upward slowly. The taste—musky, unique—made Hoshi groan, her arousal dripping.
She built it deliberately, tongue circling the clit hood without direct hit, fingers dipping into the entrance to fuck shallowly, curling against the walls. T'Pol's laughter faded to desperate pleas, control in ruins. 'Hoshi—please. The sensations... I require completion. Tickle me to orgasm. Do not cease.' Her voice cracked, raw need exposed.
Hoshi obliged, dragging it out. Fingers thrust deeper, three now, stretching the tight pussy while tongue flicked the clit rapidly—quick, ticklish laps that vibrated through the nub. She sucked it into her mouth, lashing the tip, nails scratching the pubic mound lightly. T'Pol begged louder, 'Yes—faster, deeper—tickle inside!' Hoshi curled fingers against the g-spot, rubbing in circles, tongue alternating sucks and flicks, edging her mercilessly.
Twenty minutes of torment: pulling back when T'Pol neared the edge, resuming with lighter scratches on the labia, then plunging back in. T'Pol shattered finally, pussy clamping down on the fingers, clit pulsing against the tongue as she came hard—juices flooding Hoshi's hand, body convulsing in the restraints, a Vulcan scream of release echoing.
Hoshi eased her through aftershocks, licking gently until T'Pol slumped, spent. Unbinding her, Hoshi hovered, but T'Pol surged up, pulling her into a fierce kiss—lips crashing, tongues tangling in a messy, passionate claim. They broke apart, breaths ragged, cheeks flushed.
'I... that was unforeseen,' T'Pol admitted, her Vulcan logic reestablishing itself but with a rare vulnerability in her eyes.
Hoshi smiled shyly, hand on T'Pol's breast. 'Embarrassing, yeah. But I want more. Soon?'
T'Pol nodded, logic yielding to the pull between them. 'Affirmative. Exploration must continue.'
