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Hey everyone, hope you enjoy my second ever story on here. put a lot more time into this one, so I hope you like it. NOTE: (Any criticisms of my writing are welcome, as I am always looking to improve my skills)
I dropped the wrench from my hand and pushed off the hulking machine, the wheeled ladder squeaking backward. The titan loomed over me, and I sat for a minute to admire my handiwork. It was a standard Atlas class titan, with a few modifications that a friend had requested. I looked over at the other six then looked down at my watch. This one had taken me sixteen hours. I was slipping. I chuckled at my own joke, then jumped off of the ladder and hit the lights as I exited the hangar. Life aboard the IMC cruiser was fulfilling, there was good food, hot women (not that he ever got any, but they were nice to look at), and he could spend his whole day with nothing but steel and a soldering iron.
I should explain myself a bit. My name is Isaac Manning, and I build titans for the IMC military. I was pulled a year early from university, the dean saying that I needed to “exercise my talent” and my soon to be commanding officer saying “I could do better than the space program”. It was hard to turn down the paycheck, and the prospect of The Frontier intrigued me. Now I was hurtling through space in a ship bigger than my home town, building massive robots for a living. I had it made.
“Manning!” a loud voice yelled, and I fell off the barstool I was sitting on. As I climbed to my feet I looked up into the face of my C.O, Colonel James Armstrong. To be entirely honest, I hated the guy, but I knew smart mouthing him would give me hell to pay. “You get those titans finished for Ackley?”
“Yes sir,” I said, with as dry a tone as I could get away with. “All seven of them are finished.”
“Good work, if we had a dozen like you we’d save a fortune on labor for you gear-heads.” I took the compliment/insult with a grain of salt, and as he left turned back to my drink. The bartender was highly attractive, and the only reason I was in this bar in the first place was to admire. Army training makes for extremely attractive women, which stocked the ship’s bars full of eye candy. It was a shame I had to wear my engineering uniform everywhere, the term “gear-head” was a common and repelling term. Being an engineer was like being covered in bug spray. Except with women. Women-spray. “Women-spray? What the hell is wrong with me?” I said, chuckling a bit as I took a swig of the beer in front of me. I looked out over the bar, eying the different groups spread out over the room. Even the military had cliques, and I was always reminded of high school while here.
“Hey, gear-head,” I turned to the seat next to me to see a cute blonde in an engineer’s uniform, her eyes a bright blue. I was captivated by her eyes, there was something mesmerizing about them, although I couldn't put my finger on it. “You in there?” she said, snapping her fingers in front of my face. I jolted myself out from my trance, acknowledging the girl next to me.
“Hey,” I said, trailing off before I spoke again. “Why did you call me gear-head? Aren’t you an engineer too?” she laughed, she seemed amused by my dumbfoundedness.
“And proud of it.” she replied, smiling as she spoke. “You should learn to be proud of the term gear-head too. That way these bozos can’t use it against you.” She took another sip from her drink, and I thought about what she had said. “Manning, right?” Her question jolted me from my train of thought, and I nodded in response. “You’re hot shit around here you know that?” There ain’t a gear-head in The Frontier that can make a titan alone, much less in less than a day.” She placed her hand on my leg, triggering my heart to pump a bit quicker. “I also hear you have yourself a custom titan, that correct?” My heart stopped pumping, and I mean literally stopped. No one was supposed to know about that. I could get kicked out for devoting IMC materials to a pet project. She sensed my discomfort and gave me a reassuring smile. “Relax Einstein, no one’s blabbing on you. Heck, even if they did there’s a snowball’s chance in hell that they’d do anything about it. Can’t risk losing their best mechanic.” She laughed quietly for a moment before looking back at me. “I would very much like to see it, however” She leaned in closer, and I could feel her breath on my cheek. “Please?” The tone at which she said that word sent me over the edge, and even if my brain had told me not too, my genitals made a much more convincing argument. We quickly left the bar, dodging through the hallways of the massive ship until we came upon the hangar doors. I used my keycard, and we slipped in, traversing the large floor before we came upon an empty titan pod. “What’s the deal, where is it?”
“It’s right in front of you” I said, laughing a little. She looked at me angrily, upset that she was the victim of this cruel joke. It was then that I pull the key from my pocket, and hit the green button at the bottom. There was a shimmer, but after it passed there stood a massive titan in front of the two of us. Her jaw dropped, being able to do nothing but stare at the massive robot.
“It’s cloaked?” She said, bewilderment filling her voice. I nodded, climbing up its right leg and onto its body.
“I figured if they can cloak pilot clothing then why not a titan? What you see, or rather don’t see, here is the first ever cloaked titan. You won’t believe how many pilot suits I had to swipe to get enough cloaking mesh for this bad boy” I pounded my fist twice against the hood, and the hatch opened slowly. I sat on the edge of the cockpit, admiring my handiwork. The torso tapered down toward the legs, and on top the head sat on a pivot, giving it full 360 degree rotation. On its left shoulder sat a massive shoulder pad, useful for blocking bullets when aiming down a sight, while the right shoulder was smaller for flexibility while aiming. There was no weapon yet, but I had an idea of what it would be.
“This thing is incredible!” she finally said, following me up until she sat on the ledge with me, the two of us looking down at the hangar floor far below. “This is really cool Isaac,” she said, “thank you for bringing me here”
“I realize I never did catch your name” I said. I seemed weird that I didn’t know who she was after all this time.
“I’m Sarah. Sarah Remsing.” She smiled again, and I just smiled back. Then I tried something risky, something I hadn’t tried since college. I leaned in and I kissed her. It was set, everything was right in the world, or at least it was for about two seconds. It was then that I felt the hot sting of a palm print on my cheek and I looked up to see my fuming compatriot. I just sat there in silence, cursing myself over and over in my head, wondering how I could have been so stupid, telling myself that I wasn’t that smooth, reminding myself that real life isn’t like in movies. I opened my mouth to apologize, and that was when she shoved her tongue down my throat. The next few moments were a blur, but I distinctly remember the two of us falling into the cockpit, door shutting behind us. I felt nothing but her lips pressed to mine, the warmth of her body radiating throughout the small space we shared. After a few moments of furiously making out, we settled into position in the titan, with myself in the pilot’s seat and her on top of me. She continued kissing me, our tongues dancing over one another, as she gripped my collar and pulled me into her. It goes without saying that I was one-hundred percent erect at this point, and the way we were sitting left her straddling my massive hard on through my uniform. She didn’t seem to mind, however, as I soon felt her grinding on me as we kissed, her crotch grazing over mine, and I could feel her warmth even through the mess of fabric between us. The fabric didn't last long as she began to unbutton my shirt while I unbuttoned hers. Shirts out of the way, she undid her bra and let her tits fall out, swaying back and forth between the two of us. She then broke our kiss for a moment, and with lightning speed removed both her pants and mine, along with my boxers. We were now both completely naked, aside from her black thong, although she may as well have been naked, as it covered nothing but her pussy, her ass jiggling slightly as she rubbed against my hard dick. Our kiss resumed for a few moments before she broke off and moved downward, positioning myself between her legs before giving the length of my cock a good long lick. That alone was almost enough to make me lose it, but I kept my composure as she grabbed my raging boner in one hand and began softly stroking, every now and then giving the tip a quick lick. This had the amazing effect of keeping me paralyzed in the chair, unable to move due to overload of pleasure. After a few minutes of that, she took the head in her mouth, sucking softly and eliciting moans of pleasure from me. Then, in an instant, her whole head sank onto my cock, and I lost all feeling in the rest of my body. The tightness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth, the wetness at the back of her throat, all else seemed pointless as I received the greatest oral treatment of my life. I a slow melodic rhythm she bobbed up and down on top of me, each time taking me all the way in until her lips touched my pelvis. It was an incredible sensation, one that sadly couldn’t last forever. Without warning my orgasm hit, causing me to explode deep into her throat, painting it white with my cum. To my shock she took almost no notice, pulling off of me and releasing my dick with an audible ‘pop’. I sat back and groaned in pleasure, my dick laying on my stomach drained of all energy. I smiled contently, but my moment of happiness was interrupted by her tight grasp on my shaft as she began to pump up and down again. I was about to object when she spoke.
“If you think you’re getting off that easy you’ve got another thing comin’.” The words were filled with passion, and it was soon after she spoke that my dick rose to attention. She climbed up onto me, positioning herself overtop my swollen cock. Reaching down, she pulled her panties aside, revealing her wet slit before sinking down onto my stiff cock. The feeling was incredible, like the blow job but tighter, warmer, and wetter. Her hips began to move up and down, slowly moving me in and out of her, my dick disappearing and reappearing in rhythm. Her pace increased as she went on, pushing towards her orgasm as she rode my cock. I decided I no longer wanted to just watch, I wanted to participate. The next time she rose up into the air, I grabbed her hips and slammed her back down onto me. This drew a cry of pleasure from her, which was all the motivation I needed to continue. I began to fuck her ferociously, not letting up and relishing in the sound of her ass hitting my thighs. Her moans began to mix into one continuous groan, increasing in volume as I went on. I could feel her pussy twitch and convulse more and more often as I continued, which told me she was getting close. I too was reaching my limit, as despite cumming once already, her pussy was incredibly tight. The moment of truth came soon, however, and she gave off a scream that I almost worried would draw attention. If we had not been in a cloaked titan, it’s possible someone may have found us. Her scream rang out, and her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. This sent me over the edge as well, and I unloaded into her, and impressive amount for a second go around if I do say so myself, filling her up and lying back. We collapsed, with my cock still buried in her, and fell asleep, a freeze-frame of the beautiful moment we had shared together.
4 comments

Anonymous readerReport 

2014-04-16 01:30:45
Good story, loved it!

Anonymous readerReport 

2014-04-15 23:16:34
"Instalment soon". Stupid auto correct is a piece of shut

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2014-04-15 23:14:58
You changed from first person to third person then back again within the first three paragraphs, you need to paragraph a little more, and post the next install mention soo (*^_^*)

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2014-04-15 13:41:20
Part of improving your writing skills IS maintaining accuracy about your subjects of choice. If you don't want people to offer advice on how to make it more accurate, then don't ask for advice.

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