1. Titanfall: Isaac Gets Lucky


    Date: 9/27/2018, Categories: Science-Fiction, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination / Submission, Exhibitionism, Fan fiction, Job / Office Sex, Straight Sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Author: Drakeman314, Source: sexstories.com

    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 ...
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