Trannies in Space

"Thank you," She said, and snuggled closer. Penelope's fingers made a few exploratory ventures down his muscular chest to his pubic mound, but he shooed her hand away.

"Tomorrow." Dekker murmured, and soon they were both asleep.

******

Dekker had never been able to sleep in. His body was programmed to rise early. He awoke an hour after dawn, starting to sit up hurriedly and remembering only by Penelope's small form next to him where he was.

The whore at his side stirred as well, and groaned at being awakened.

"You're still on the clock," Dekker reminded her, with a playful slap at her small but round bum. "So you wake up when I say."

"Don't remind me." Penelope said tiredly. "Do you always wake up this early?"

"Side effect of space hopping," Dekker said. He rolled over in the bed and pressed his morning wood urgently against the crack of her ass. "I'm used to the time on the Barnabas, not here."

"What's the Barnabas?" Penelope asked. A professional, she was already in business mode, pushing her ass back onto his early morning hard on.

"My ship," He told her while he scooted closer to her, and buried his mouth into the nape of her neck. The sensation of his stubbled chin and cheeks on that sensitive area made her sigh pleasurably.

"You must have a better room on your ship than this," She reasoned. She threw the blankets off their bodies, and raised her left leg into the air.

Dekker gasped at the sudden rush of cold air, but it did little to dim his morning horniness or his erection. He clasped one of her slim thighs in his hand, and sat up on his elbow.

Feeling the head of his cock nudge her asshole, Penelope obediently relaxed and whispered for him to fuck her tight ass. Dekker was happy to oblige. He entered her gently, allowing her time to acclimate to him. When he was fully inside of her, he snaked a hand under her body to play with her small, upturned tits as he slowly rocked his hips, slipping in and out of her asshole.

She reached back and grabbed his hip, urging him forward, bringing her own pelvis back to meet him, timing herself with his every stroke. They fell into a rhythm together, moving their bodies as one, the old bed creaking beneath them.