Trisha Leone lay on her luxurious bed feeling the .8 earth gravity of the station cradle her gently into the cushion's plush softness. She was the only one of the station's crew who had such luxury, just as she was the only female crewmember. A licensed psychologist and a natural slut, she was many things to the crew of the ESS Columbus. She was the one they turned to when they had problems too personal to discuss with the other crewmembers. She was also each of the eleven men's lover. In return, she enjoyed a private luxurious three-room suite, a very soft, very large bed and many other privileges.
Decades before, the Earth government had discovered that men and women who went long periods without sex were far more apt to get space madness. At first they had experimented with married couples manning the deep space stations but that had brought complications of it's own. Babies on space stations were inconvenient at best and could be a real hazard as they turned into toddlers and began exploring. It had only taken two incidents of explosive decompression destroying multi-billion dollar stations before that idea was scraped.
The slut project was started five years ago, first with any woman who would volunteer but then more selective as volunteers began to outnumber the need. Now it had evolved to where only licensed psychologists and certified sluts were allowed. Each station was assigned a "counselor", the name of the position chosen to placate those on earth whose sensitivities were offended by its true nature. The counselor's main role was to "take care" of the crew's sexual needs. On stations with people of differing sexual orientations serving, two counselors were assigned. Sex was discouraged between other crewmembers because of the complex emotional hazards that could be created. The counselors were trained to deal with the emotional problems and to keep the sex separate from emotion.
That was Trisha's problem right now. Mike Zann, the station's commander was having problems with jealousy. Not a good situation and one that she would have to work out quickly. It was worse that Mike was the commander. Though technically not over Trisha, since she was outside the chain of command, he ran the station and could make her life and job difficult. Worse yet he could, and was, making life for the other ten men miserable.
Just then her door chime sounded, breaking her deep thoughts. She looked over at the clock and hissed to herself "Damn, it's Bill. I forgot all about his appointment." She leapt from her bed and hurriedly checked her reflection in the mirror in her small privy before pressing the small button to open the door.
Bill smiled broadly at Trisha when the door slid open. His eyes slid from her very pretty face, framed perfectly with coal black hair, down over her full breasts, past her firm belly, across her nicely curved hips and down over her shapely legs. "Trisha, you are as pretty as ever."
Trisha blushed faintly, genuinely pleased at the compliment, and smiled. "Thank you. Come on in. Can I get you anything to drink?" This was another benefit of being the station slut. Crewmembers were only allowed to drink at official functions and "counseling meetings" so she was able to drink nearly every night whereas the other crewmembers didn't have that luxury.
"Yeah! How about a beer." Even though he had seen her every day for the past nine months, Bill still ogled Trisha as she led him into the anteroom and offered him a comfortable chair. He sat and accepted the glass she offered him.
Trisha stood watching him take his first drink. Bill was a nice man, always cheerful and easy to get along with. He wasn't stunning to look at, but not at all ugly either. His mopish brown hair seemed perpetually mussed, giving him a young boy demeanor even though he was now pushing forty. His face was ruddy, but clean-shaven, with a strong chin and even stronger nose. His eyes were bright and clear and held the color of pale tree leaves. He exercised enough to keep his muscles firm but not enough to give him the ripped body builder look.
Trisha loved his hands. Of all the men on the station Bill had the nicest hands, strong but gentle with the smooth softness that comes from working a keyboard and not doing manual labor. His fingers were long and dexterous, giving vent to a talent for touching her in exactly the right place during their bi-weekly lovemaking sessions.
Trisha smiled to herself and then seated herself across from her visitor. "So how are things going in the control room?" She asked when he lowered his now half-full glass.
"Oh shit Trish! Mike is getting crazy! He knew tonight was my night for, uh, counseling and he gave me crap all day. He is just crazy in love with you and, even though he knows it can't be, he still makes life hell for the rest of us."
"I'm sorry Bill." Trisha frowned, small wrinkles furrowing her brow.
"Ah Trish, I didn't mean to worry you. I know it ain't your fault. Hell you know we all think the world of you. You are our saving grace on this damned, cold station."
Trisha smiled, forcing the worry from her face. "Its okay Bill, I just have to deal with this. Thing is, I really like Mike. I really like you all but if I'm disruptive to the crew I'll have to ask for a transfer."
"Aw shit! Don't say that Trish. No other counselor could take your place. We'd all be space mad in a month if you left us!"
"You are such a flatterer Bill, but you and I both know that a little new poon is good for every man once in a while. You guys are probably tired of looking at me by now anyway."
"Honestly Trish, I would hate to see you leave. You are easy to talk to." Bill got suddenly quiet. "You know Mike isn't the only one with strong feelings for you. He is just the only one who lets it get in the way."
Trisha looked at Bill, a sad smile on her face. She would hate to leave the station too. Each of her men had characteristics she loved, some physical, some emotional, some both. But she could not allow herself to jeopardize the station. These eleven men had to work very closely together for months on end without a break. She was their outlet for the natural tension that built up and if she became a source of tension then she would have to go, replaced by another counselor.
"So how is everything else?" She put a happy smile on her face and leaned forward, intentionally letting her blouse slip down a little and expose a good bit of cleavage.
Bill grinned, obviously staring at her creamy breasts. "Everything else is near perfect!"
Trisha smiled. "Any problems with the rest of the crew? Anything we need to discuss?"
"Naw, nothing that can't wait for an hour or so."
Trisha stood up and led Bill back to her bedroom. "Would you like a striptease or just to get naked?" She asked coyly while slowly pulling his pullover work shirt up and off his body.
"You know me Trish, let's just get naked and happy!" Bill said as her hands grazed down his bare hairy chest and then began to push his regulation work slacks down.
Trisha dropped to her knees in front of him as she pushed his pants and boxer shorts lower finally exposing his, rapidly hardening, manhood. She helped him step out of his clothes and then turned her attention to his rising cock. She pushed her tongue out and licked the bottom of his balls for just a second before letting her tongue slide up his shaft.
Trisha was never in a hurry with her men. She took her time to please them; giving each man the things she had learned he wanted most, and still taking the time and effort to make each session new and exciting. She licked softly around the head of his cock, tasting its muskiness, then slowly slid it into her mouth. She was an expert at giving fellatio and used her talent well. Her tongue, lips, and teeth massaged his throbbing cock, stimulating him and building his pleasure slowly. Her tongue felt the hot vein that ran along the bottom of his shaft and she spent time exploring it, watching his reactions, looking for the one spot that would send him over the edge. Her hand slid teasingly up his inner thigh to cup his swelling balls. She squeezed them gently, feeling their weight, as she pushed her head down, taking all of his seven inches into her mouth. The knob of his cock pressed against the back of her throat but did not slide past. Bill was just long enough to let her flex her throat and caress the head of his cock while she deep throated him. As she did this, her other hand slid around his back to gently grip his firm butt cheek.
Bill stood, one hand resting lightly on her head, feeling the warm softness of her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. He marveled at her skill and beauty. No girl had ever treated him with the same love, gentleness, and kindness that Trisha always showed. To think that she was willing, even eager, to please him filled him with warmth that repelled even the cold and loneliness of space. Bill loved Trisha. Loved her like he had never loved any woman. Not just the sex. Over the last two years he had been with six different counselors before Trisha, none of them had brought out the feelings she did.
He felt his balls begin to swell, but he did not want to cum in her mouth. Not that she ever complained. No, in fact, she seemed to love it when he came in her mouth and she always swallowed every bit he provide, but tonight he wanted to cum in her sweet pussy. Tonight he wanted to give his love to her, fill her with pleasure, and watch as she came over and over again.
He gently pulled his cock from her mouth. "Come make love to me." He said softly to the object of his complete affection.
She smiled before rising. "I thought that's what I was doing." She grinned.
Bill smiled, a kind and gentle smile, full of love. "Let me see you. You are so beautiful."
Trisha leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. "Thank you." She said so softly it was just barely even a whisper, and then she slipped her blouse from her shoulders and slid her slacks down over her hips. She stood in front of Bill for a long minute, letting his eyes feast on her beauty, before she led him to the bed.
The two lovers lay down and began to kiss, softly at first, and then with more passion. They caressed each other, taking their time and exploring each inch of the other. They both were intimately familiar with the other's body, but somehow each time they got together it was new, fresh, and exhilarating. Bill didn't know it, but it was this way with all of Trisha's lovers. It was one of her many talents.
