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A Ferengi Affair 1/2 (DS9)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This story features characters from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine;
the worst you'll find here is adulterous sex with an alien.
People looking for brutality, incest, and/or pedophilia had
best look elsewhere -- hit "n" now.
I like Quark and I decided to make him a vehicle for female-oriented
erotica. By my reckoning a Ferengi male is rather good at sex, especially
since he is equipped with a penis he can inflate at will and is
capable of being "ribbed" -- and being in complete control
of ejaculation. Also, Ferengis can't get non-Ferengi women pregnant,
or give them STD's. Thus, for women who are willing to put up with
ugly looks and annoying habits, a Ferengi is the best and safest lay
to be had.
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A FERENGI AFFAIR part I. by Trogon.
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"Miles, why do you spend so much time in the bar?" Keiko was saying to
O' Brien as he walked into Quark's.
"I just need to work off the stress after a long day's haul with these
Cardassian computers," he said, heading for the bar.
"But why can't you spend more time with us? With your daughter? With your
wife??" she pleaded.
"Maybe because I don't like your nagging!" he retorted and stalked off.
She watched him retreat in a state somewhere between fury and shock.
Quark took this opportunity to sidle up to her. "Mrs. O' Brien, Keiko,
isn't it? Why don't you have a seat?" He took her arm and guided her
to the bar.
"Now what can I get for you?"
"I'm not hungry after the fight I just had with Miles."
"Oh, do you fight a lot with him?"
"It's been getting worse and worse . . ." she looked down and away,
trying to hold back tears.
"Here, let me get you something to drink. Computer, ginseng tea."
"How did you know I like ginseng tea?" Keiko started. From exposure to
her student Nog she had gained a healthy respect for the crafty scheming
of Ferengis.
"Oh, I've studied a little of the old Earth ethnicities . . . and I just
assumed . . . I hope you're not offended?"
"No, I guess not." She sipped the tea, which was hot and soothing.
"Now, what's going on between you and Miles? You can confide in me. I'm
the bartender, I'm everyone's counselor," the Ferengi said as he leaned
over the bar.
"Well, we've always fought. From day one."
"And?"
"And, well, it's been getting worse."
"How so?"
"I shouldn't tell you this . . ." Keiko hesitated.
"You can tell me. I'm all ears," Quark gestured at his large Ferengi
ears.
"Well, it's rather private."
"I can see you need to talk about this with someone. Why don't we go
to my office." Quark jumped up and led her to the back rooms.
He took the distraught Keiko into his office and punched a code into the
door's keypad. "Just making sure that fool Rom doesn't walk in during our
chat" he laughed.
The office was small but comfortably furnished. Keiko sat down on the
large couch. He settled in the chair across from her.
"Now, what exactly is the trouble. Your problem is sexual in nature,
I assume?" Quark said in a professional tone of voice.
"Well, yes . . . It's Miles . . . He doesn't seem to - he just doesn't -
he doesn't make love to me anymore!" Keiko burst into tears.
"Oh, there, there!" Quark leapt chivalrously to her side and put his
arm around her shoulder. He pulled a hankerchief out of his fancy
green jacket and dabbed at her tears.
"He doesn't even touch me anymore!" she sobbed.
"And why is that, do you think?" he said, grabbing her hand.
"I don't know! I wish I did! I'm so lonely! What's wrong with me?"
she continued to cry.
"Oh, nothing that I can see . . ." Quark patted her hand. "There's
nothing wrong with you at all." he began caressing her hand.
Keiko tried to pull away from him. "What are you doing? I'm a married
woman!"
"You're married to a man who neglects you. Why don't you give yourself
a break and get some attention from a Ferengi who knows what he's doing."
Quark grabbed herhand and squeezed it, then kissed it.
"I shouldn't. I have a daughter!"
"No one needs to know besides us," he said as he moved his finger up her
forearm and around to her elbow. He caressed her arm with his knuckles
and then began touching her hand with his. He was warm, and the warmth
was spreading through her body. She stared at his knobby hand moving
over her fingers. "No one needs to know . . ." he put his hand on her
knee, trailing his hand along her thigh. He leaned up and kissed her
neck, and then gave her a loving bite.
"Oh!" she gasped. Keiko sat there, dazed, not knowing what to do. Her
body was in raptures, but . . . she was married, and besides, she taught
this Ferengi's nephew! What if Nog found out? "But Quark, what about
Nog?" she said, unsuccessfully trying to push Quark away.
"What about Nog?" he murmured as he went to work on her hand again. He
began sucking her fingers, one by one.
"I'm his teacher! If he found out about this, he'd lose all respect
for me!"
"Nog won't find out. I don't discuss my romantic affairs with anyone."
he said between licking her palm. Keiko visibly melted when he went to
work on her other hand. Quark took this opportunity to get her to lean back
on the couch and deftly raised her legs up. He leaned on top of her.
"You won't be needing this." He undid the buttons on her blouse, slowly,
brushing over the flesh that was revealed. Then he pulled the comb out of
her hair and watched it fall around her fine shoulders. He had an
appreciation for long, dark hair.
"Or this" he undid her bra. Keiko moved to cover her breasts.
At that, Quark laughed. "What are you trying to hide? Computer, dim lights
by half. Oh, so modest . . ." He began kissing her neck and chest,
working around her protective hands. She still wouldn't take her hands
away.
He cocked her head at her. "Perhaps I'm wearing too much clothing?"
Quark sat up and took off his jacket and his shirt and leaned back
onto Keiko. He put her hands onto his chest. Then he started stroking
her lovely black hair.
Keiko felt the firmness of his chest and abdomen . . . something which
Miles definitely lacked. Quark had some soft hair or fur there, very nice
to the touch. She explored his alien physiognomy with her hands. She liked
his slender build. He didn't crush her with his weight.
Her fingers wandered around to his back, up to his neck, and to the back
of his head. He guided her to his ears. "Ahhhh" he sighed and laid on
top of her. The feeling of her uncertain feather-light touch on his
lobes was heavenly. His sighs turned into pants and groans as her
caresses grew more bold and she began using her mouth. His warm
body trembled, writhed on top of her.
[Wshhh] -- the door to the office slid open. "Brother, what are you . . .
oh, sorry, sorry!" Rom saw his brother's form on top of somebody else,
with feminine hands on his ears. He quickly exited before he caught
hell.
"Oh God!" breathed Keiko. She pushed Quark off and despite his protests
hooked her bra and buttoned her blouse. She gave the Ferengi a
strained, pleading look before she ran out.
"That idiot!" Quark fumed as he searched for his misplaced jacket. "How
the fuck did he get my entry code??"
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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