Chapter 1

I awoke in my cabin, shower briefly, and walked out into the corridor. As I stepped out into the corridor, the recycled air felt cool against my perpetually aroused skin. The soft blue glow of the lighting bathed everything in a calming yet sensual ambiance. My cock bobbed gently with each step, already at full mast as per standard human biology of this era. A woman approached me, walking the other way. She is Hannah Nissim, a technical supervisor in Weapons, her athletic form on full display like everyone else aboard. Her breasts swayed hypnotically as she walked, nipples visibly erect. She looked up and noticed you, a sultry smile spreading across her face.

“Well good morning, Steve,” she purred slowing her pace to fall into step beside you.”Rise and shine, hmm? Or should I say ... rise and rise?” Her eyes flicked down to my throbbing erection before meeting your gaze again with a wink. “How are the phaser panel adjustments coming?” I asked as I fondledher breasts. “They are synchronizing well” she replied as she stroked my cock “adjustment should be finished in two days. Shall we fuck, Commander”. “We shall,” I respond

Hannah pressed herself against me, her soft breasts molding to your chest as her hand continued stroking my rigid shaft. She guided you towards a nearby alcove, the curved wall providing some privacy from passing crew members. With a fluid motion, she turned and braced her hands against the wall, arching her back to present her glistening pussy to you. The pink folds were slick with arousal, quivering slightly in anticipation.”Mmmm yes, give it to me hard, Commander,” *she moaned wantonly, looking back over her shoulder at you with hooded eyes. “I need that big cock stretching me open. Fuck me like you mean it!”

The sounds of distant moans and slapping flesh echoedthrough the corridor as other crew members went about their morning routines - and pleasures. “Well, Hannah, you forgot one of the most important ship’s rules” I said as I thrust hard inside her “There’s no rank while you’re fucking. So call me Steve.” Hannah said in between moans, “but Steve, we’re all having sex all the time. What about when we’re on duty or in conference?” I replied “Well that’s true, we do use rank then, but not when we’re in bed or off duty like now.” Just then two things happened simultaneously—Hannah arched her back, groaned and came, and Captain Amanda Chalmers came up to us. Now in the Past Days Hannah and I would have stood to attention, but this was a sex ship in the 23rd century, so we just kept fucking. “