BEST ENT T'POL-TUCKER ~~ BEST ENT STORY
Title: Trip's Triumph
Author: A. Kite ( akite68163@aol.com )
Series: Enterprise
Code: Tucker/T'Pol
Category: Missing scene
Rating: NC-17 with a dash of Domination/Submission
Summary: My take on the reason T'Pol was a bit more reasonable when she took command of Enterprise when Captain Archer was injured in Broken Bow.
Disclaimer: Enterprise and its characters are owned by the B boys (Berman and Braga)and Paramount. No copyright infringement is intended by this story and no money is being made.
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Notes: This is my very first het story. Surprised, huh? I sure was. :-) This one wouldn't let me alone. Instead of letting the decontamination scene in the Enterprise pilot offend me, I added to it. A warning to those sensitive souls out there, this is not a nice story. Thanks go to my beta readers, T'Lin and Trekker. Their help made this a better story.
Comments and constructive criticism, publicly or privately, are welcome and always answered.
A. Kite (Oct. 01)
Once the preliminary application of gel was applied, Tucker followed T'Pol into the inner decontamination chamber. T'Pol showed no modesty at all as she shed her last garments. Trip shrugged and did the same. Heck, if she wasn't embarrassed to uncover her assets, why should he be?
In fact, the warmer air in the inner chamber and the reality of being alone with a naked female were making his assets grow. The event wasn't lost on the Vulcan either. She raised one curiously unslanted eyebrow and looked pointedly at his erection.
Half-jokingly, Tucker said, "I bet you never saw anything like that in the Vulcan compound."
"Indeed," was T'Pol's reply as she went to her knees in front of him.
She reached out to touch, and Trip caught her hands. "Ah, ah, you Vulcan's don't touch your food, remember?"
The admonishment seemed to encourage her. T'Pol leaned in and took Tucker's cock between her lips. He was never one to pass up a blowjob, whether the mouth be male or female. Anyway, he was beginning to sense something about T'Pol, Trip continued, "Yeah, that's good. Suck me, bitch."
She did harder and deeper. Damn, the superior little heifer was getting off on it. "That's it. Get it good and wet. Old Trip's going to give you something real special with that," he said as he looked down into T'Pol's dark eyes. There was no fear in them. He felt the tiniest tremble from her. The Vulcan was fighting it, but not for long, he believed.
Tucker pulled his cock from her mouth. "Up, bitch." Hell no, not for long at all. T'Pol's eyes widened at the command, but she complied. "Hands against the wall and bend over."
The sight of how quickly the Vulcan moved and the wayshe spread herself in anticipation made Trip almost chuckle aloud. Yep, you just got to know how to handle 'em, he thought as he slammed his dick into her slick, wet pussy.
He pulled back until the head of his cock was just inside and rammed into her again. "You like that, bitch? You like old Trip fucking your tight, little Vulcan cunt?"
She wouldn't answer orally, but met his next stroke with a move backward. Oh yeah, she was liking it plenty. Trip stopped long dicking her for a moment and reached forward to pinch and roll the pebble hard nipples he'd been aching to touch in the outer room.
T'Pol bucked wildly against him. Smiling in the knowledge that Vulcan women weren't that different after all, Trip continued his verbal assault. "I asked you a question, Subcommander, do you like getting fucked?"
She nodded her head, and Tucker was satisfied with that. He moved his hands from her breasts and grabbed T'Pol's hips. "Good. Hang on then, bitch. Here it comes."
He fucked the Vulcan woman hard without any of his usual finesse, and she met him stroke for stroke. Then without a signal or any manual stimulation from Tucker, T'Pol came. Her inner muscles gripped stronger than any human in Trip's long experience. It pulled his own ejaculation from him much sooner than he had hoped.
He pulled his dwindling cock from her pussy and T'Pol turned around. She had bitten her bottom lip in her effort to thwart him from getting a verbal response. Green blood was coagulating on her chin. That was triumph enough for any man.
Tucker turned on the shower and stepped under the spray as the Vulcan stood there unmoving. He prompted her by saying, "Get cleaned up, Subcommander. You have a ship to run."
She gave him one of her haughty looks and complied. Next time, Trip thought, I'll fuck her ass. Maybe that'll get the stick out of it.
The End