This is a short story I wrote specially for the Eroticon reading slam. There was a certain amount of inspiration from a song, as older readers may notice.
‘Space travel’s in my blood’ she said, pulling off her silver boots, ’there’s nothing I can do about it.’
‘Tell me about yourself, how you came to be doing this.’
‘My name is Neptunia. I was born on the Neptune colony four thousand years ago and came to this galaxy through the time shift, after the solar system was abandoned I have travelled a lot, I enjoy it and when..’
‘they allowed sex again?’
‘Yes, I was chosen to apply to be an inter-galactic sex worker and I jumped at the opportunity. I see a lot of the cosmos, the money is good and I ways wanted to be a teacher.’
A teacher was what I needed. This was my first permission to visit our galaxy’s pleasure planet. I had read about sex in antique data storage from the days before humans destroyed planet Earth and the solar system had to be abandoned, musty stained things called books. I grew up after the move towards the more efficient asexual reproduction of the species. For millennia sex was forbidden. Oh we still married, but only for companionship. Ova and sperm were produced by industrial process so there was no need for the human body to be involved. And sex for pleasure was deemed harmful, detrimental above all to the efficiency of the galactic economy. Like all males I had been locked into a chastity device on my thirteenth birthday. It was only ever removed under medical supervision for purposes of washing and so on, and we knew nothing other than the dull aches and throbbing pain of the erection being crushed by the pitiless kryptonite.
And now sex was allowed as a privilege, but only for those with the means to travel to the pleasure planet and pay one of the few handpicked sex workers like Neptunia.
‘We only have an hour’ she said ‘maybe we should get on with it?’
She removed her gauntlets and pulling down the shimmering suit revealed two small firm breasts followed by a stomach tattooed with a pink meteor shower and then her pussy, her pubic hair shaven into what Earth language called a Brazilian. As the suit fell round her ankles she stepped out of it and walked towards me. I gazed at her. I had never seen a naked woman before. She took my hand and guided it to the hair, the lips and made me feel my way gingerly up and down.
‘You’ve never seen a woman before have you?’
‘No I er…….’
She gently kissed the top of my head.
‘The pleasures of the body couldn’t be denied for ever’ she said, ‘ and I am so glad the Administration realised that. Just relax……feel my hair, feel the roughness of the stubble, then feel your way down..’
She guided my hand to wear I could sense an opening, then put one of her fingers in and pulled it, put it on my tongue.
‘Taste. I’m getting wet, that’s what women do when they are ready for sex.’
She knelt before me, pulled my head towards hers and kissed me, forcing her tongue between my teeth. I pulled away horrified.
‘But that’s so unhygienic. It’s gross.’
“You need to forget all they taught you at school. This is not dirty. It’s really wonderful to get close and intimate with another human being like this. Besides I’m clean and if you want to suggest otherwise you know where the door is,’
She wasn’t laughing now.
‘Just get this straight. I am proud to be a sex worker and any ideas you have about dirty disease ridden whores are just so ancient solar system. Just get them out of your head. Besides only I have the cyberkey to your chastity device. So you had better be nice to me.’
She began to laugh again.
She pulled a thin metal rod out of her bag and pointed it at my crotch. The chastity device loosened with a click and she was soon on me, Gently sliding it off, pushing me onto my back as she kissed me again. This time I could feel her strength as she pinned me down and pushed her tongue into my mouth so hard that I struggled to breathe. I made a token effort to throw her off but she was too strong for me. She slid down my body, her tongue leaving a damp trail until she arrived at my penis. She licked the end before whipping it delicately with the end of her tongue. I felt it harden and rise, now unrestrained for the first time in thirty years. She took it into her mouth and began to suck.
I stiffened and made to draw back.
“It’s just that I’ve never done this before i…..”
The move into her mouth had drawn the foreskin back and the unsheathed bellend, all purple and shiny with her saliva felt vulnerable and exposed. I shuddered.
“Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
I lay back on the bed took a deep breath and tried to relax. She started again. This time I shut my eyes and tried to yield to her. She began to move in and out in slow rhythmic movements, and I felt myself beginning to enjoy the warmth and softness of her mouth. Another tongue whipping, another couple of swift movements in and out and I had come, feeling more pain than pleasure as one huge ejaculation quickly followed another.
Neptunia swallowed but kept a little in her mouth as she kissed me and passed some of the creamy fluid into my mouth.
“That’s the taste of a man. That’s your taste.”
She wiped her lips and smiled.
‘That’s it” she said. “Your time is nearly up.”
“And sex?” I asked not hiding my disappointment.
“Not today. I need to file my report and the Pleasure Ministry will decide if you can have a second appointment with full service.”
“And if they don’t?”
“If they don’t they don’t” said Neptunia matter of factly. “It’s down to the Ministry to decide if you need sex, or if the productive capacity of the state will be enhanced. It’s not my decision. And to be honest I don’t care either way. I’m a sex worker. I service my clients and show them the door. I don’t get emotionally involved.”
Perhaps she could see the disappointment on my face because she quickly added
“I like you and I’ve enjoyed spending time with you. So I will write a positive opinion. And maybe you will come again.”
She reached behind her and picked up the chastity cage and cyberkey.
“Come here. I have to put this back on.”
“No” I said, surprised at the firmness in my voice. “I’m not going back into that.”
I backed away but she stood up and walked towards me with a determined look.
‘That chastity device IS going back on. It’s inter-galactic law and I am here to enforce it.’
She pushed me back against the wall and hissed
‘Are you going to do as you’re told or do I have to hurt you?’
The last words came out with such venom that her spit flecked my glasses.’
‘Just remember the report I have to file. Piss me off and you’ll never come here again. You’ll live the rest of your life like a fucking monk. Is that what you want?
My resistance was broken. She clipped it back into place, locked it with the cyberkey. I looked at her, as he pulled on her boots. I felt desire for her again, felt the blood pumping into my penis, which rose and swelled until cruelly restricted by the cage. I bent low with the agony and sank to my knees crying. It was not just for the desire of Neptunia but for what I had understood. Chastity was slavery, I had always wondered about the things I had read from earth days when chastity was a form of play in something called BDSM. I realised that when we are not free to use our bodies as we want, when we cannot express ourselves sexually then we are slaves. My head was teeming with subversive thoughts. Did The Administration realise how dangerous this could all be? I knew too that I could say nothing of this to Neptunia who was after all a spy for the police, part of the control apparatus. What an irony there was there!
In any case I had to come back, to push my penis for the first time through those mysterious soft folds of flesh, into that secret place of the ultimate warmth and softness.
‘Come on’ said Neptunia. ‘it’s time for you to go.’
She led me out to the docking pod and I was soon on my way, her planet a distant speck and her body a sweet memory. It is a long and tiring flight to the Pleasure Planet and back but I know I will return. Long journeys wear me out but I know I can’t live without it.’