Charles
I rubbed my eyes and sighed. It had been a
long
day. Endless meetings with near-corrupt officials and chronic ass-kissers. That's what I get for working in government and trying to make a difference, right?
Having just ended my final call of the night, I sat unmoving in my office chair for a minute, doing my best to unknot the tension and stress weighing upon me.
I needed to unwind. Luckily, this was a home office. Turning my attention back to the monitor, I reconfirmed I had no remaining responsibilities until the morning, then navigated to one of my preferred porn sites.
Unlike many men, I didn't consume much pornography in my youth. Rather, it was something I discovered in earnest as I matured, especially in recent years. While I
was
married, and our sex life was healthy enough when we were together, our careers as of late afforded precious little time to ourselves. Sometimes, weeks or even months would go by without any word from her. That was just the nature of the job. It didn't change the depth of my love for her; in fact, I loved her
because
she was such a dutiful woman.
I didn't have my mind set on any particular video tonight and found myself scrolling through the front page. However, on only the fourth row of videos, I froze.
The title of the video was "Admiral Locke Submissively SUCKS and FUCKS Subordinate". The thumbnail depicted a beautiful if stern-looking woman dressed in formal all-white naval garb, including cap. Despite her aggressively nonsexual attire, one couldn't help noticing the large swell of her chest; she was very well-endowed. This black-haired woman was kneeling before an unimpressive man who could charitably be described as "stout". His fully erect penis was halfway in her mouth, with a skin-crawling grin on his face. As I moused over the video, the thumbnail updated to another screenshot of the man sucking on the woman's now-bare tits.
My heartrate spiked as I clicked into the video. It had been uploaded quite recently, by a brand-new account. The number of views wasn't huge yet, but the response in the comments was overwhelmingly positive.
I took a few minutes to scan through the footage, shaking my head and chuckling as I went. "Jeez, another one? And from the looks of it, they're getting better and better all the time..."
This woman - "Admiral Locke" - was my wife. Or at least, the
real
Admiral Locke was. The woman on screen was no woman at all. She wasn't even a person. This was blatantly an AI-generated video, the likes of which I've seen countless times over the years.
In modern times, this sort of thing came with the territory of being married to even a moderately famous figure. Anyone with enough time and money on their hands could easily create AI porn depicting any celebrity, living or dead, debauching themselves in any way imaginable. The tech was simple enough for even a teenager to learn. There've been occasional attempts to litigate AI porn out of existence, but its popularity made this impossible to enforce.
"This really is
remarkably
well-made..." I commented, as the man on screen railed "Admiral Locke" in the ass. Most AI porn is cheap and of relatively low quality, with obvious environmental mistakes that give it away. Someone spent big bucks on this; it practically looked real. It might even be using real human actors as a basis.
I'm sure Catherine didn't see it this way, but personally I took stuff like this as a compliment. People found
my wife
attractive enough to make porn of her. It was direct proof that she was desired by the masses. It was almost empowering, as a man, to know that such a hot commodity was married to
me
.
Clicking back to the start of the video, I unzipped my pants, turned up the sound and rested my hand on my dick.
"Start with a blowjob", the man on screen directed "Admiral Locke". She meekly did as he commanded. Her head moved back and forth along his cock, just as my fingers moved up and down my own.
I'd never tell Catherine that I frequently jack off to these AI recreations of her. She wasn't the type to take nudes, let alone record a sex tape, so it was the only form of intimacy I had with her on these long nights alone, while she was out saving the galaxy who knows where.
Plus, depending on the video, it let me fantasize about a different dynamic to our relationship. Catherine was actually quite dominant in bed. Never in my life had I enjoyed a scenario like what was unfolding on screen. I wouldn't have married her if that was a dealbreaker for me, but sometimes it was fun to daydream about taking the lead for once.
The man in the video came inside "Admiral Locke's" mouth, gripping the sides of her head as her throat bulged with swallowing motions. I scoffed again at the ridiculousness of it all, moving my hand even faster.
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Samantha
"We need to talk." Anthony Cooper seemed to blanch at the hard edge to my words, just as intended. Until proven otherwise, it was best to treat the Chief Engineer as a potential saboteur.
Cooper scratched the back of his neck, looking me up and down. Apparently coming to the correct conclusion that he would not be able to turn me away, he stepped out of the doorway and gestured into his quarters. "Of course. Come in, Major."
The door automatically closed behind us. Cooper sat at his desk, swiveling the chair to face me. His demeanor was casual, though not exactly
rude
. "To what do I owe the pleasure at this hour, ma'am?"
As he asked, he did not meet my gaze. Rather, his eyes roamed all over my half-naked form. Good. A man's rationality exists in direct proportion to his libido.
The more aroused a man is, the less likely he will be able to focus on complex thought - and thus, the less likely he will be able to lie.
Cooper's reaction to my appearance was anticipated. To facilitate exercise and semen extraction, the female jumpsuit was quite revealing. Most of my torso, shoulders and thighs were exposed, as well as my vagina and buttocks. Furthermore, I personally am extremely fit, my face is well-proportioned and my breasts, per my own observations, are amongst the largest of any woman currently aboard the
Athens
. I take no particular pride in this, but the fact was not lost on me that I would be considered conventionally attractive, perhaps even exceedingly so. At times, it was an inconvenience. At others, like tonight, it could be a powerful weapon.
"Chief Engineer. I recently paid a visit to the archives and encountered some curious information. Is there anything you would like to tell me?" I fired my opening salvo, giving him a chance to end this conversation early.
"I'm not sure I understand, Major. What information?" Sadly, his reply was cool and collected. If I truly did catch him off guard at the door, he appeared to have recovered.