Chapter 2

Captain Amanda Chalmers sauntered up to us, her own naked body gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. She watched with amusement as you continued pounding into Hannah’s spasming cunt, the wet squelching noises filling the air. “Ahem, good morning to you both,” Amanda said casually, as if interrupting a mundane conversation rather than a public fuck session. “I trust everything is running smoothly down here? Both literally and figuratively?” She reached out to playfully fondle Hannah’s bouncing tits as I railed her from behind, pinching and rolling the stiff nipples between her fingers. Hannah cried out in ecstasy, her pussy clenching rhythmically around your pistoning cock.

“And Steve, I was hoping to discuss the trajectory calculations for our next jump. But I see you’re a bit preoccupied. You’ll need to make Lieutenant Nissim come several more times to be up to your usual standards—if you and she have time. Lieutenant, when do you go on duty?” “Captain,” Hannah said, using rank—after all she wasn’t fucking—”I just came off shift”. “Excellent! “ said the captain “then there’s time for you to do her justice. What do you have going after that, Steve?” “Well, I have to visit Sasha in Engineering then a brief medical”. OK then, why don’t the two of you come to my cabin in a couple of hours—say 1000—and we’ll take care of business and have some fun. Lieutenant, I don’t think we’ve ever fucked. Ok with you?” “Aye, ma’am.” “Oh and Hannah, would you mind keeping Steve’s jism in your pussy til then? I’d love to lick it out.” “Surely, Captain”

Amanda smirked wickedly at Hannah’s eager agreement. She leaned in close, hot breath tickling your ear as she whispered “Mmmm, I can’t wait to taste Steve’s thick cum dripping from your freshly fucked hole. Keep it nice and warm for me, slut.” With a final grope of Hannah’s ass, Amanda stepped back and addressed us both.* “Right then, I’ll leave you two to finish up. Don’t keep me waiting too long, Steve. You know how impatient I get when I’m denied my favorite treat.” She winked salaciously before turning on her heel and strutting away, hips swaying hypnotically.

Hannah turned her head to look at you over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust and mischief. “Well, what do you say, Commander?”

“Another ship’s adage, Hannah—the first duty of a captain is to fuck her or his crew. I’m surprised you haven’t had sex with her yet. Fuck your hot cunt.” I pounded her harder and harder. She groaned, came, and then came again. *Hannah’s cries of pleasure echo through the corridor as you pound into her relentlessly, your hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Her pussy spasms and clenches around your cock, gushing fluids that run down her thighs. “Fuuuuck yessss!” she wailed, pushing back to meet your thrusts.”Fill me up, Steve! Paint my insides white with your hot spunk!” Just as I felt my climax approaching, a group of crew members rounded the corner - a mix of men and women, all naked and sporting obvious erections or wet pussies. They barely spared us a glance, too focused on their own carnal activities as they passed by.

Hannah’s whole body shuddered as another intense orgasm crashed through her. With a final thrust, my cock exploded. Spurt and after spurt of jism flowed into Hannah. I finally pulled away from her, my cock still hard (of course) and glistening. She straightened up and blinked. “Wow” she said, “That was some fuck.” Then she squatted down and defecated. Now that would be an incredible sentence to read for anyone from the Past Days, but in the 23rd century, and especially on this ship, it was perfectly normal. We do not have what we’re called toilets or urinals. We simply discharge our waste wherever we happen to be. The urine or feces that comes out is immediately consumed by floating nanites—microscopic artificial beings. When the shit came out of her, it immediately disappeared, and her butt crack and anus were cleansed as well. Hannah straightened up, looking thoroughly satisfied and a bit dazed. She ran a hand through her tousled hair, smearing a bit of your combined fluids across her cheek.*

“Mmm, you weren’t kidding about keeping you company until 1000 hours,” she purred, glancing down at your still rock-hard erection.“Though I have a feeling the Captain will be quite pleased with the load I’m carrying for her.” She stretched languidly, her lithe muscles rippling beneath smooth skin. The nanites had done their work, leaving her clean and fresh despite your vigorous coupling and her recent bowel movement. “I suppose I should freshen up before heading to the Captain’s quarters,” Hannah mused, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. “Care to join me in the sonic shower, Steve?” “Sorry my dear, but as I told the Captain, I have a couple of things to do before I get there. I’ll see you there at 1000 sharp.” With that, Hannah walked away, blowing me a kiss...