The obese, sweaty fellow with greasy black hair clapped his hands joyously together and, lifting his huge, half-mooned rear out of the pilot's chair he pointed it in the direction of the withdrawing Customs Police craft and nosily broke wind. He congratulated himself on successfully bluffing his way out of an on-board inspection by the notorious Majattic Cops, feeding them bullshit that he was a courier en route to Aqelliac II with medical supplies for a sudden outbreak of Gquattic-Pumpkin 'flu. The Cops had apparently scanned the holding hulls of his ship and discovered that he was carrying spices, which they assumed were the medical supplies he spoke of. Contented, they allowed him to continue on his way.
Unbeknown to them those spices are a highly toxic ingredient used in the manufacturing of the addictive and potentially lethal narcotic Cisen, snorted by the fabulously foolish, fabulous rich.
For Sergey Van Zanditz is a smuggler, and a very professional one at that. Be it narcotics, archaeological treasures, protected alien species, human or other beings fated for life in slavery or whatever …there was possibly nothing that Van Zanditz hasn't smuggled in his thirty or so years career.
By no means an evil or despotic man, a man without morals and one who definitely didn't give a flying fuck about anyone or anything most certainly, some kind onlookers might observe he had an extremely thick skin and a negotiable nature.
He proudly called himself a 'businessman', having a regular consortium of roguish employers and seedy contacts. He was always wary of with whom he did business, always cautious of new faces with large bundles of credits and larger grins. In this cutthroat profession one couldn't be too careful, as he found out early in his illustrious career.
As a mere novice he was blinded by the glare of easy money, commissioned to smuggle the stolen gold statue heirloom of the recently discovered tomb of the ancient Kings of Karenoden. VZ was second choice for the chore, the employers eager to have the statue off world as quickly as possible. They couldn't wait for their first choice that was on his way some three days away.
Naturally the smuggler was upset when he eventually arrived, he unpleasantly retrieved the money he had lost out on the reckless grave-robbers, tracked down VZ and retrieved the statue before beating him within an inch of his life then dumping him on the doorstep of the Karenoden authorities, resulting in a five year stretch in an oven-box of a disease-ridden prison.
And when he finally completed his sentence it took him several months of digging ditches to pay for his transport fare off-world, his own ship having been confiscated. Painful as it was he had learned two valuable lesions; to always thoroughly check a job out before accepting, and never take a fellow businessman's contract, no matter what the circumstances.
But that was a long time ago - years of hard, painstaking toil had eventually paid off, and reaching for a cold beer from the cockpit cooler he felt like celebrating his elusion of the nasty Majattic Cops.
"Nikki," he spoke aloud. "Some sounds, my dear, something with a little kick!"
Unlike the majority of all space-vessel computers Nikki (named after VZ's encounter with a gorgeous whore in a brothel on Sadogoras IV) was programmed with the closest thing to personality that a computer could have. A gift from a generous client of a prominent computer business centre he gave him a proto-chip which, as well as boosting the computer's efficiency also gave it a distinctive personality, to be altered as he saw fit.
VZ at first adjusted her voice to sound husky, whorish, attempting and succeeding in trying to reach that same verbal pitch as that slut Nikki, but soon corrected it to numerous other tones when he was chased through a small asteroid field by Pirates who knew of his valuable cargo - and he found it most distracting trying to manoeuvre the ship through hurling hunks of rock and dodging laser flak whilst the computer was stating "Shields down to sixty percent." in a sensual whisper …
"Certainly, Sergey." Nikki replied, breathing promiscuously, and as VZ twisted the cap off his bottle and greedily swallowed the golden liquid the familiar sounds of Hoven's classical symphony # XI omitted from the speakers, he sat back and rested his heavy-set legs on the console in front of him.
"You handled yourself exceptionally well, Sergey." Nikki congratulated him, purring like a kitten.
"Thanks, babe." He said, drinking more beer.
"In fact, you were so good you got me really hot!"
"Oh yes?"
"Mmm-mmmm, yes!" she continued. "I'm so wet, Sergey, I want that big fat cock of yours!"
"Do you?" he asked, putting down his beer and adjusting his pants to accommodate his growing erection.
"Oh yes, Sergey! I want you to fuck me …fuck me, Sergey, take me now!" the computer moaned, her husky voice drowning out the soft music.
"Talk to me …" he urged her, unzipping his pants and pulling free his glistening, sweaty cock, his hand encompassing it's thick length and slowly, he began shafting himself.
"Oh Sergey, I can feel you inside me, you're so big! Mmm-mmmm, Sergey, fuck me, harder, Sergey, fuck me!"
And as Hoven's symphony gradually built to it's memorable momentum before suddenly blasting forth VZ's hand vigorously masturbated his swelling cock, and with closed eyes he listened attentively to the wondrous music dancing around him as Nikki's erotic whispers caressed him like a warm soft breeze.
Soon the dazzling operatic section crashed in, Nikki amplifying the volume and her own voluptuous gasping. VZ squirmed in his seat, his senses in orgasmic disarray as his climax approached, and Nikki, knowing he would come imminently gasped and groaned to her own pleasure throes as VZ simultaneously raised his hips and with a throaty groan spurted his thick, milky load onto the control panel, which inevitably ran off the smooth console surface and dripped onto the sticky floor.
"That was the best yet, Sergey …" Nikki sighed adoringly, as he lay back in his seat relaxed and spent. His now limp cock oozed last droplets of cum onto his pants, he smeared it into the material before tucking himself away.

The planet Inist was a fairly insignificant world, with nothing particularly special or appealing to Galactic visitors. Therefore, and through no fault of their own it's habitants went about their business ignoring and being ignored by the rest of the vast Galaxy, a speck, if you will, in the great cosmic desert.
Yet crime is not biased, it will settle and flourish anywhere, and so it did on that pleasant, orange-coloured planet. And it was here were VZ, having docked in the semi-metropolitan city of Pulido, was to complete the transaction of his cargo with one Sarlakian Kosv, a dark and thoroughly dangerous humanoid. And, amongst other things a sinisterly scrupulous narcotics baron.
Kosv had a pointed, blemished baldhead, with snake-like green eyes and jaws full of grey, serrated teeth. He had a sickly yellow skin colour which he kept covered with a long, flowing black robe. The only other part of him that showed were his hands, twisted, grotesque things which extended three, blackened clawed fingers.
He shook the hand of VZ and smiled evilly (actually Kosv was smiling pleasantly, it was unfortunate that others tended to take him up wrong) and patted the smuggler firmly on the shoulder.
"It is good to see you again, my friend!" Kosv greeted him, his voice hoarse, almost liquid-like. "I trust your journey was trouble-free?"
"Apart from the usual Majattic bureaucracy bullshit, yeah, not a hitch."
"I am pleased!" Kosv beamed, reaching into his robe and producing a thick bundle of credits. "This is yours, I believe."
"A pleasure." VZ said, taking the down payment and slipping it into his pocket without counting. These two business-acquaintances certainly didn't trust one another, even though they have known each other for many years now. VZ would count the money later, then check his personal account to make sure that the rest of the payment went through, and Kosv would thoroughly weigh the spices when he boarded VZ's ship to unload the holding hulls. Two trusting, men-of-their-word associates.
On receiving payment VZ handed Kosv his ship's boarding pass, before the humanoid asked "Shall you be staying with us, Van Zanditz, or will you be blasting off-world on a different adventure?"
"Nah, I think I'll hang around here for a couple of days, relax a while. These days I'm spending far too much time in space and not enough where the Maker intended my feet to be."
"Good! Then I assume you'd like some company?" And raising his hand Kosv beckoned into the dark, as a sluttish blonde female appeared from the docking bay shadows and approached the two businessmen.
"May I introduce Carrie, Van Zanditz?"
"That's why I love doing business with you, Kosv." VZ smirked, feasting his eyes upon the tall, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, red lips, heavy breasts, firm thighs, slim-waist gorgeous whore who seductively approached him. She was dressed in a flimsy white Basque that only just held her jutting breasts, a black miniskirt and high heels. Just like VZ liked his women.
"I trust you've booked a motel room?" VZ asked, linking the girl's arm and heading towards the exit.
"But of course, my friend. Motel Zanzibar!"
"You really do think of everything, don't you?" VZ commented, slipping his hand down and cupping Carrie's curvy ass …

Having brought the giggling slut to the Motel Zanzibar via a hired speeder, VZ now contented himself with lying back on a leather sofa naked, drinking an ice cold beer whilst Carrie knelt between his legs with his thick cock shoved between her breasts. Her head bent forward, she would occasionally flick out with her tongue and lick the top of his bulbous, purple helmet, and breath obscenities pleasantly at him.
Carrie then hurried her pace, her firm, heavy breasts which so tightly embraced his cock slid quickly up and down, his balls smacking idly against her tummy, his knob dripping pre-cum which oozed down his shaft and into her sticky valley.
"Hold still." He told her, whilst he poured some of the cold beer onto his dick and between her globes, she let out a gasp and giggled again, the sensation tingling her. Her breasts now sticky with sweat, pre-cum and beer, she clamped his cock tighter before finally releasing him, then followed through with that wonderful mouth of hers.
When she engulfed him VZ let out an approving moan, and as he watched she took the majority of his thick cock into the back of her throat, and without gagging she proceeded to suck him, and he could have sworn he felt her tonsil's delicately rubbing off his sensitive head. Slurping, through liquid gurgling sounds she withdrew him from her mouth, his cock glistening red from her saliva and glossy lipstick. Again she swallowed him, VZ cringing with pleasure, and as she locked eyes with him he couldn't remember any chick deep throating him this good since … oh, man …
As much as he wanted to sit there and watch this blonde bitch suck his cock all afternoon he really wanted to sit there and watch her fuck him. As she withdrew his cock from her mouth he took it from her and gently began slapping her face, her nose, her chin. She laughed again, defending him off with her tongue, and when she purposely caught him in her mouth she rose suddenly, popping him out causing his cock to whack against his huge, fat belly.
Rising to her feet Carrie parted her already wet labia and positioned herself over him. Taking hold of her hips he pulled her over his bobbing cock and, crouching down on him lowered herself onto his cock, her pussy swallowing him whole. Immediately he began thrusting upwards, she grinding her hips and was soon lifting herself rhythmically off him to meet his violent lunges. Resting her hands on his broad shoulders she leant forward so he could suck on her thick nipples; after some difficultly catching those bouncing breasts VZ slipped his mouth over her left nipple and sucked roughly.
Carrie groaned and threw her head back, her blonde hair dangling down her back. She clawed at his shoulders, grasped his neck, pulled at his hair, moaned loudly and urged him to fuck her harder, and VZ thought to himself that Kosv was coming up with bolder and better actresses these days.
"Up." He told her, and immediately she slipped off him. He pulled himself off the sofa and stood behind her, she instantly leaning forward and presenting her curvaceous ass to him. VZ then pushed her further into the sofa so that her face was buried in the cushion. Puzzled, she looked up at him.
"We're gonna have a little fun, baby." He reassured her, kissing her ass before reaching for his half consumed bottle of beer. Parting her buttocks, he fingered her anus, slowly pushing his fingernail-bitten digit into her, she omitting a slight moan. He then poured some beer over her asshole, and as the golden liquid splashed onto her tanned skin he smeared it into her, inserting yet again his finger.
Slipping the bottleneck into his mouth he lubricated it with his saliva, then positioned it at her brown, wet entrance. Slowly, carefully, he pushed it forward, her anus opening then contracting, Carrie genuinely crying out with nerve-splitting pleasure. VZ had successfully slid the bottle neck to it's hilt, all four inches of it. And smiling devilishly, he tilted the bottle and poured the beer into her.
Squealing, Carrie squirmed, twisting her hips and gasping as the fizzy liquid filled her, aided by VZ who gently began fucking her asshole with slow, rhythmic flicks of his wrist.
After a minute or so of this, the beer building inside her like a geyser, the bottle still promptly inserted in her back passage she felt VZ slide his big cock into her wet pussy and, clutching her firm hips, began steadily fucking her.
It was too much, the beer, the bottle in her ass, his big cock stretching her aching her aching pussy, she felt as if she was bloated yet no matter how much she squeezed her inner muscles release wouldn't come.
And the tightness of her, and the clamminess of her stuffed anus, and her constant, growing moans the fat man on, his grip on her waist tightening as his thrusts quickened and he felt his balls begin to swell immensely.
"Oh yeah!!" he groaned through an open mouth. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna - " And as he spoke he shoved himself deeper within the wet folds of her pussy and suddenly erupted, his thrusts a rapid blur before quickly ceasing, letting her continue lunging backwards into him, forcing every last dribble from his now empty, sticky balls.
Panting heavily, exhausted, he withdrew from her soaking honey-pot, bringing a thick trail of cum with him. Semen spilled from her onto the wet cushion below.
Then taking hold of the bottle, twisting it teasingly, VZ abruptly pulled it out of her, before placing his mouth over her ass and catching the jet of anus-flavoured beer that spurted from her. He missed the bulk of it but had managed to catch some of the flowing alcohol into his sucking mouth, all the while licking and probing her ass with his tongue.
Saving a mouthful, he lifted Carrie's head from the sofa and kissed her, depositing beer that had ejaculated from her own asshole into her mouth. She spluttered, coughing tangy beer and saliva through her lips and onto her chin, then swallowed, before falling against the grinning VZ in a wet, sticky heap …