This is a work of fiction and made up in my evil brain so no part of it is true. any resemblance to any person living or dead is unintentional. If you don't like it go read something else which is why we have freedom of choice. Any constructive criticism is always welcome, so please no whining. Yes, there is more sex in this chapter so happy reading.
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Date: 232008.11
Time: 1123.16
Location: 02-123-5L
I stretched, yawned, and could feel a warm body and taught nipples against my left side. Yawning yet again I crawled out of bed and headed for the head to take my morning squirt. I crawled back into bed and stretched out again, then looked over at the ship's chronometer not 5 feet from my head. For several minutes I squinted at the numbers and my sleep addled brain tried to make sense of them. 'Fran what time is it please.' I ask.
'The time is 1127.28 Commander, is there a problem with your rooms display?' Fran the ships AI asked. 'My diagnostic program shows no anomalies with it Sir.'
'Fuck.' I mumble to myself and roll out of the sack yet again and pulled out a fresh skin suit and rag bag then started getting dressed. 'Master come back to bed. The Admiral Master Taylor said that Master was free till 1200 Master.' Flower quietly said and stretched showing off her smooth, lithe body. 'Ummmmmm, come back to bed Master, flower will help Master relax.'
She ran her left hand down her body and dipped 2 fingers into her smooth pussy. They came out shinny. 'Ummmm, Master flower is soooo horny for Master.' She brought her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. God this little minx knew how to push my buttons and I could feel my cock hardening under my skin suit. She then pinched her nipples; I watched those dark blue nubbins harden to the point of being able to cut the quartz armored view screens.
'Please Master, play with pet .. pet will please Master.' She whispered huskily yet again and opened her legs wide and started fingering herself. The aroma of hot, wet Flin pussy hit my nose and I definitely hard enough to cut through Battletanium. The smell was spicy and sweet with longing and musk mixed in, it had been 2 days sense I had fucked her, and I knew she was starting to get twitchy. She pulled 2 wet, sticky fingers out of her cunt yet again and held them out to me.
'Ummmm, taste Master .. taste your slave.' She whined and pawed at my hard cock. 'Ummm .. Master is hard, slave wants.'
Before I knew it her nose was against my stomach, and I was lodged firmly in her throat. She hummed and I let go of my clothes and gripped her head, groaned in pleasure and started fucking her mouth and throat. God I'm glad these rooms are heavily sound dampened, her head bobbed up and down as she caressed my full nuts. I nearly lost it right there, but I gritted my teeth and held on, I started doing orbital trajectory rates in my head to delay my impending rush. 'Uhhhhhh fuuuuuck.' I managed to grunt out as my cock and balls started twitching hard.
I grunted a few times then gripped her head tightly as I filled her mouth and felt her swallow my seed down. My legs shook and I knew my eyes were rolled up in my head. 6+ years of mind-blowing sex with this little blue minx, fuck being almost 30, I was 18 again and ready to tear her ass up as soon as I could see straight. She pulled me out of her throat.
'Ummmmm .. Master is sooooo yummy first thing in the morning.' She moaned out and licked her lips then cleaned my cock head of any trace. 'Thank you Master for feeding your slutty pet.' She said and licked my semi hard cock yet again making sure she had missed nothing. She then rubbed her stomach, and I could see her bloated abdomen.
I regained the ability to think and speak and slowly pulled my skin suit back on. 'Naughty lil slut, maybe I'll smack your ass when I come back.' I told her.
'Ummmm yes Master .. slave lives to serve Master.' She said and assumed the doggy position and wiggled her ass at me. I pulled on my rag bag. socks and boots. I then ran my fingers through my thinning hair and pulled on the ships ball cap. 'Back in a little bit pet, I'll have something sent up for you, you horny little slut.' I told her then headed for the door. I noticed that the armor was gone on my way out.
I headed for Wardroom 1 and grabbed myself several sliders off the line and then a glass of bug juice, that I gulped down, mostly because I was parched as hell. Tank came in and bumped my arm as I chugged another glass of juice. ' Hey how's the kid? I hear she's in pretty shitty shape.' He said as I refilled my glass yet again then went to sit down.
'Yeah, Doc L says she'll survive.' I said and started eating. 'There's no ID on her yet so I named her Karen.' I said between bites. 'Doc put me down as next of kin, so it looks like I get to make all the fun choices of what happens to her.' He snorted. 'I'm out of here once we reach star base, got 24 months at Training Command.'
Tank, whose real name was Robert McClaine, Smiled at me with a huge grin on his face. " Screw you bub, you're what 3 behind me on the score card and have what 6, 8 months till your due to rotate out? don't look to happy asshole you could get Basic Flight School next.' I told him.
He looked at me with a very unhappy frown on his ugly puss now. 'Screw you, Stalker.' He growled as one of my pilots walked over. 'Yes, Chilly what can I do for you?' I asked. 'Hey Boss, the X is looking for you. He has some paperwork that needs your approval and Knuckles was in first thing busting the X's chops about the sad state of his birds. Besides yours Sir.' Ltjg. Albert 'Chilly' Williams said.
I gulped the last of my slider down and crumpled the napkin I'd been using to wipe my hands and mouth with. 'Ok, let the X know I'll be up soonest. If I don't handle Knuckles, he'll bitch till the last star burns out.' I said. 'Yes Sir.' Chilly said and headed out. I got up and bumped Tank, 'Stop by later.' I told him as he nodded, and I headed out to go piss on the day's fires.
Heading for the Hanger Bay first, I could hear Knuckles bitching 50 meters before I even entered the bay. 'No God Damn it, pull the T-71/AZX box out of 140. Didn't you read the fucking gripe sheet numb nuts? And hurry the hell up with that engine container, you assholes should have had it open 10 minutes ago. Ski have you fixed that jam on 363's 40 yet?' He snarled.
'Yes Chief and I checked the other 40's on 363 too.' He answered back.
'Why am I just now finding out about it then?' Knuckles gripped.
'I just finished Chief.'
'Well hustle your lazy ass over to 281, its reporting the same problem and for Christ's sake make sure you're using the right grease this time, ya knucklehead.'
I walked into the Bay and could see Sam with both engines out and several access and maintenance panels wide open.
My PC AD3 Billy Lowe was up in the cockpit making my office beautiful. Ducking under the nose I climbed up and looked in at what he was doing. 'Hey Billy, everything good?' I asked as he looked up. 'Oh, hey Boss. Yes Sir, I changed that twitchy turban pressure gauge for the starboard side and tightened the connectors for the port fuse panel.' He told me and looked at the center MFD. 'Bishop to Queens7, check.' he said to Sam. 'Knight to Queens7, sorry about that Billy.' Sam replied as he looked at the screen. 'Queen to Queens 7, checkmate Sam.'
'Yes, that was an excellent move Billy, congratulations and thank you for a very enjoyable game. Would you like to play again?' She asked.
'No thanks Sam but it was a very enjoyable game.' He said and checked several things over one last time then made to get out. 'Here check it out Boss.' He said and I climbed in giving things a quick look over, pulling on several gauge and fuse clusters.
'Looks good, oh when we hit star base, you'll be coming with me, so be ready.' I told him. 'You'll also be getting your 2nd class so you're going to be getting better quarters at TC. Plus, I'll be the XO, so you'll be able to hide behind my skirts.' I looked over at him as he smiled ear to ear. TCs were generally cake duty and I knew he was single.