This was Fiona's first visit to the Sarlon mining planet.  But, the blue-haired 
renegade  reflected, a mining colony/tourist trap was a mining colony/tourist 
trap, whether it be on Sarlon, Rax or Cettini.  All of them had their thrills--if 
you knew where to look, and what pitfalls to watch out for.

Fiona was tired; she'd been outrunning the Galactic Guard for weeks.  She was 
now wanted for smuggling, slave trading and looting.  Then there was the little 
thing with the Beylon Empire.  In a nutshell, the Beylons had been at war with 
some neighbors of theirs, the Machtans, since, oh, roughly the beginning of 
time.  In an effort to bring the war to an end, the Beylons had offered a virgin 
princess who was to marry a Machtan prince.  Fiona had been paid a handsome 
sum to deliver the princess safely to her groom-to-be.  The thing was, the 
princess was beginning to have second thoughts about going through with the 
whole arrangement.  Couple that with the fact that Fiona had left the princess 
alone with one of the male Archonian slaves she was also transporting--and to 
make a long story short, the prince had discovered that it wasn't a "white 
wedding" after all.  This had invalidated the whole arrangement, renewed the 
entire war with rancor, and caused a price to be put on Fiona's head.  

Fiona's fugitive status had kept her on the go for weeks on end.  She was 
mentally exhausted.  So, when she noted the small, backwater mining/smut 
planet on her scanners, she'd changed course.

Now, she checked herself over from head to toe.  With her natural, shoulder 
length blue hair, Fiona was a rarity on her homeworld (and throughout much of 
the galaxy).  Her blue eyes were nearly a precise match for her dark blue hair.  
The rest of her was quite well-toned and shapely.  Fiona kept in shape--being 
just 1 1/2 meters in height, some of the slaves she smuggled dwarfed her by a 
full meter, and she needed to be able to keep things under control.

For this outing, Fiona was wearing her one-piece silver bodydress, which 
covered her from the neck, down to the hem which fell approximately one 
centimeter below the bottom of her asscheek...give or take two centimeters.  
The delectable smuggler's legs were also a lovely, curvaceous sight to behold, 
from her thighs all the way down to her feet, which were bare other than an 
ankle bracelet.  Fiona preferred to go barefoot; it made her feel very sexy.  

Punching a few buttons on the device she called her "electronic garter belt", 
Fiona activated a pair of small, localized force fields immediately below her 
feet.  Her feet were now separated from the ground by an infinitesimal, 
invisible cushion, which would remain below her feet wherever she went.  

This done, the sexy renegade adjusted another control on her garter, which 
allowed her to increase or decrease the size of her adjustable breast implants.  
Since debauchery was the agenda for the evening, Fiona punched them up to a 
hard, firm triple D, wincing slightly as the skin of her chest was stretched by the 
mechanical implants.  That accomplished, Fiona was ready for fun!

Her first stop was an Archonian pub.  The blue-haired vixen was delighted to 
learn that the bar actually had a real Archonian bartender.  Taking the seat, she 
watched the bartender taking and delivering orders.  Smiling, she remembered 
the time when she was younger, and hadn't believed the myths about Archonian 
men.  For her sixteenth birthday, three of her closest girlfriends had taken her 
to an Archonian saloon on their homeworld.  Accepting the dare, Fiona had 
gone down on the handsome bartender, deftly slurping his cock until she was 
rewarded with a delicious blast of Archonian cum in her wet mouth.  She'd 
swallowed all she could, then the jism began gushing out of the corners of her 
mouth, around his giant cock, until she couldn't breathe and had to take him out 
of her mouth.  And he had still been shooting his seed!  After saturating Fiona's 
face with the tasty cum, he'd filled the bellies of each of her girlfriends...all in 
all over a gallon of cum!  Fiona had spent the rest of the evening scooping the 
jism off her face and out of her hair and sucking and licking it off her fingers.  
From that night on, she'd been addicted to Archonian cum.

Of course, this was no surprise.  Archonian semen was a partial narcotic, in 
addition to being delicious.  For this reason, it was considered to be a gourmet 
delicacy.  One had only to find a bar which staffed an Archonian, and one 
could enjoy a glass of the fresh jizz.  Or, if you preferred, directly "from the 
tap".  

Fiona's reverie was broken by the handsome Archonian, who was now standing 
before her.  "What will it be, miss?" he inquired politely.

"You," the space-slut responded, and without further preamble leaned over to 
take the stud into her mouth.  His prick was not as big as some she'd had, but it 
would definitely suffice.  Expertly Fiona guided her pouty lips over the 
cockhead, taking his shaft in as far as it would go.  Then back out, and licking 
on the tip, then back down.  Taking just the tip into her mouth, while stroking 
his shaft and balls, coaxing him to spurt his delicious seed.

It didn't take long; after all, Archonians were bred to be able to cum quickly, 
then reload and be able to do it again quickly.  His quickened breathing and 
increased moaning told Fiona that it was time.  Taking him out of her mouth, 
she continued with her handjob.  She was soon rewarded with that familiar 
sensation of a cock pulsating in her hand, followed a moment later by a 
powerful spurt of jizz which landed squarely between her nose and mouth.  
Re-aiming, the second spurt got her cheek...the third, on her forehead...the 
fourth, in her mouth, and she greedily savored as he continued to shoot his load 
all over her face.

Finally, when he was spent, Fiona tipped him thirty credits and left the bar, her 
face completely drenched with the white, sticky, delicious jism.  Dreamily, she 
made her way down the street, scooping cum into her mouth as she went, quite 
literally walking on air.

A young girl, probably no older than 19, bounced up to her.  "Hey...looks like 
you've got a nice feast!"

"Uh huh," Fiona responded, never breaking stride.

"So...hey!  Mind if I have a taste?"  the girl asked hopefully.

"Get your own," Fiona answered curtly.

"So...are you here for the fire show?" the girl was determined not to be brushed 
aside.

Fiona stopped.  "I have no idea.  What 'fire show'?  I'm here to make some 
money, to repair my ship.  If you must know."

The girl's voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper.  "I know where you can 
make some money."

"Really?  Where?"

"Well.  I happen to know where there's a Zlaxian prince, who's looking for a 
one-night harem.  But," the girl leaned closer, "I think he'll settle for two 
females."  Deftly the girl licked at a rivulet of cum running down the side of 
Fiona's cheek, below her ear.

"Prince, huh?  Did this 'Prince' show you any MONEY, by any chance?"  Fiona 
had heard the "I'm a galactic prince" line countless times, and wasn't as gullible 
as the young girl.

"Oh, yes!  See what he gave me just for a fellatio?"  The girl opened her pocket 
to show a pile of money.  Easily 500 credits, probably more.  Fiona's interest 
was piqued, prince or no prince.

"OK...so what do we do?"

"First of all," the girl replied, "how about a little taste?" Indicating Fiona's 
cum-soaked face again.

"You want it," Fiona whispered, raking an entire glob off her face and into her 
mouth, "Mmmmm. Cum get it."

The girl wasted no time locking lips with Fiona.  Their tongues leisurely 
explored each other's mouths, gradually increasing in intensity.  

Breaking the kiss momentarily, the girl breathed, "I'm Angel."  Then went right 
back to frenching without missing a beat.

Fiona moaned, then it was her turn to break the kiss.  "Mmmmm.  I'm Fiona.  
Nice to meet you, Angel...."  Together they used their fingers and tongues to 
clean the rest of the delicious jizz off of Fiona's face, then adjourned to a more 
private forum.