An alien construct designed for erotic pleasure, Mira provides a sensual escape for weary travelers across the galaxy. Assigned to Pleasure Port 27, aka Earth, she's aware she's being watched.
No one can know she exists, but knowing someone watches her has given Mira a taste of true erotic pleasure. Before she kills her voyeur, Mira wants just one night with the man who is fascinated enough to spy on her.
Once she meets Evan, however, it's obvious one night won't be enough. Is there a chance for love when one is merely a fabrication designed to provide pleasure, a chance to live as a real woman?
Praise for Pleasure Port 27
"I relished every scene that slowly but surely pushed Mira and Evan closer and closer to finally meeting each other and finding out if the spark they felt when she noticed him watching her through the window was something that would burn brighter once they were in the same room. It couldn’t have been written better or more clearly. I’d recommend Pleasure Port 27 to fans of science fiction and erotica alike."
-- Astilbe, Long and Short Reviews
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Pleasure Port 27
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Copyright ©2018 Kate Douglas
Mira licked the man's cock clean, barely aware of the taste. They all tasted pretty much the same anyway, though she recalled a time in her long career when she'd noticed each man's unique flavor and had rejoiced in it.
Now this was merely a job, one she'd been genetically engineered to fulfill, one she should enjoy for many years to come. Where had the joy gone? What was happening to her?
She glanced up and saw pale starlight though the open window. She tried to guess which one was home. Once a man had pointed to a star far to the north and said it was closest to their world. She couldn't imagine choosing to travel so far, leaving everything familiar to go off and explore new worlds.
Of course, she'd traveled to this one, though she'd had no choice and didn't recall the journey. Newly created, she'd been placed here on Pleasure Port 27 for the sole purpose of easing the strain of star chasers, those extraordinary space pilots who traveled the known -- and often unknown -- universe, slipping between dimensions as easily as they traversed worlds, always searching for new goods to trade, new civilizations to conquer.
Three different men a night, almost every night. The routine rarely varied. The men were all clean, attractive, and free of disease. Of course, if any of them arrived at Pleasure Port 27 with any kind of bacteria, illness, or injury, she had the ability to cure, repair, and heal.
Just another duty for a pleasure port construct.
A strong hand grasped hers, and the man helped Mira to her feet. He stepped out of the skinsuit she'd left tangled around his ankles and led her to the large bed.
Slowly he lifted her gown over her head, as if he savored each inch of skin he uncovered. She reveled in his sigh of appreciation, the soft smile hovering about his full lips. Smiling seductively, she thrust her breasts forward in a well-practiced invitation.
Neither one of them had spoken, but there was no need for words. He knew why she existed just as well as Mira did. Without instruction, she lay back on the silken sheets, spread her legs wide, and tilted her hips, mimicking the age-old rhythm of procreation while she slipped one finger between the wet and ready folds of her sex.
She'd never understand why some men more than others seemed to enjoy watching her fuck herself. Not all of them, but this one obviously loved it. He'd already taken his partially erect cock in one meaty fist, sliding his fingers back and forth over the smooth skin in a slow and steady motion that matched her speed.
He grinned at her and Mira smiled back. Nice. This one appreciated her skills. Some men just wanted a couple of hard, fast fucks, maybe a quick blowjob. A few wanted anal sex, and there was always the occasional weird one who showed up and just wanted to talk.
It was a pleasure to have a man who relished good sex, especially with a woman whose body was literally designed for the carnal arts.
His cock was huge now, already bigger than when she'd taken him in her mouth, the foreskin fully retracted around his sizable girth. She buried two fingers deep in her pussy and closed her eyes for a moment of pure pleasure, then slipped her fingers out and raised them to her mouth.
The man grabbed her hand and sucked both her fingers between his lips, encircling them with his tongue as if he savored each drop of her juices. Mira raised her hips in open invitation and glanced at the clock. They still had almost two and a half hours. She wondered if he might be good enough to make her come. They had plenty of time, but it was such a rare gift. She'd almost forgotten what real sexual satisfaction felt like.
* * *
Breathing hard, Evan adjusted the focus and quickly wiped the steamy lens with a tissue. He loved the way she had her room arranged, so that the foot of the bed tilted perfectly toward his window.
The large man had stood beside her, his hand squeezing his cock, his other hand fondling his own balls, but the woman had shown Evan everything. Lying back on a mound of pillows with her knees slightly bent and legs spread wide, she'd fucked herself slowly with her fingers.
Damn, she had the most gorgeous pussy he'd ever seen. It was cleanly shaved, and the folds of flesh glistened a deep rose, the lips thick and wet with her fluids. He wondered what she'd taste like and tried to imagine putting his mouth on her, sticking his tongue as far inside as he could while he slipped at least one finger up the tight channel of her ass.
He'd seen her take men that way, men with bigger cocks than his, but he wasn't sure how much she enjoyed it. She always acted like she loved every act, every man with equal emotion.
He wondered if she could ever love him...
The question faded from his mind as he watched the man climb between her raised legs, hiding the view of her beautiful sex from Evan's line of sight. Now all he could see was the man's tightly muscled ass, his heavy testicles swinging between his legs as he thrust his cock into the woman.
Evan took another deep breath and pulled the telescope out from between the metal blinds. They rattled and banged against the window when the lens caught one edge, but he twisted it loose and set the telescope aside. He brushed his hand across his lap, smoothing the towel over his flat belly and even flatter groin, then leaned back against the headrest on his chair.
Watching another man screw the woman he'd begun to think of as his own wasn't entertaining at all. He wanted to see her face, not some nameless jerk's ass, wanted to watch her hot, quivering sex, not another man's body tightening with an orgasm she'd so unselfishly given him.
Evan thought about that a moment. In all the time he'd watched her, he'd never once seen her come.
She had to know he watched.
Maybe she waited for him.