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Unlike some women in the fleet, I take no time to apply makeup. Men don’t have to. Why should I? Only a couple of minutes later, clad in standard field dress, I am moving alone through the corridors of the ship towards the general’s office. Mansom is left behind, at liberty to return to his bed and his dreams. Passing a place where the vessel narrows allowing viewing windows to have been installed on both sides of the walkway, I see no sign of a planet or sun around us. We are in deep space. A cruiser of the Republican fleet never drops its guard, even in the middle of the night, so although it is my time to be resting, others are about their duties. A group of soldiers comes down the corridor towards me, dressed in the same uniform jumpsuits I wear. There movements are leisurely, confirming we are not on alert. Most of the soldiers are men, but there is one woman with them, not as tall and long-legged as me but with a pretty face and neat blonde hair, that she keeps cut shorter than I wear mine. The approaching group clock the insignia on my jumpsuit (or more likely simply recognize me), and give me the salute due to a senior officer. I return the salute casually. Hardcore All the men make their way past me and continue down the corridor, but the blonde female hangs back. “Guys, I’ll catch you up,” she calls after Groupsex her comrades in her high voice. Once the men are out of sight, formality can be dropped. “Jasmine,” I say, pulling her cumshot to me in a chaste hug. “Melena,” she says, giving me a peck on the cheek. She carries a flowery scent along with her, like her own personal cloud. She shouldn’t really wear fragrance on duty, but no-one is likely to report her for it, including me. Jasmine is one of my few close friends here on the cruiser. Being two women in a mainly male environment we would probably have been drawn together whatever, but our similar personalities and sense of humor made us closer even than the many other serving females who can only let their guard down in the company of their fellow women. Jasmine is quite junior to me in rank, a sergeant, so in front of the rest of the crew she has to treat me respectfully, but the moment we’re off duty I enjoy and doggystyle actively encourage the open, casual way she speaks to me. “Why are you up?” she asks me with puzzled concern. “It’s not your time on duty.” “Something going on,” I tell her. “I’ve been summoned to see the general.” “Raiders, perhaps? Or smugglers? Or a strike planet-side?” “Possibly. But then why aren’t the crew at their stations, and why are we in deep space? I’ll let you know later, Brunette if it’s something I can shaved discuss.” Jasmine nods, and adds in a relaxed tone, “You working out today?” “Certainly. I’ll come and find you.” The gym on the ship isn’t sexually segregated, so Jasmine and I soon found there’s safety in numbers from the constant discreetly watching male eyes, if we perform our keep fit together. Working out is supposed to be a nice part of fleet military routine, recreation, but I frown when I think of braving the gym. “oh yeah, what could you cumshot trade for all that,” Liam replies. She couldn't tell him about the blackmail. Looking across the console I noticed that Scarlett was unusually quiet so I asked, “Are you okay, Scarlett?” "Why?" she asked beginning to realize this could be something very embarrassing. Knowing there was no turning back now as he pushed open the door to her flat. Hehe, male elves really love sucking Orc tits. This little rickety old man came up with Brunette a four inch cock, and fired the most cum I’ve ever seen! I want to be with you again.” Josh said. Any comments or how or what you would like to do to Samantha let me know I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. He opened his mouth as shaved the excess cum flowed from his girlfriend's sex, dripping onto his tongue. “I think you are nearly there baby. She decided “yes” and would let her pretty girlfriend, Vanessa, know “when.” They drove to the Groupsex building with bars on the windows at the back of the compound behind the barn area. “No. I can’t remember how anything felt with that body.” They were so convinced of their own right to Hardcore rule the world that they’d do anything to make it happen. That girl is insatiable. He touched every inch of her skin and with loving tenderness cleaned every crevice he had so violently shoved his dick into. She gave me a questioning look, “Can I?” The thing is, you get used to it. “Phyllis,” doggystyle she said, “maybe we’ve had enough. “Ummm…what…what are you planning to do?” I told her that's all she's worth. The others had been foolish enough to resist and were slain. I helped her make dinner and we talked the rest of the evening. Her tongue cradled his manhood as she sucked harder. "I'll tell you later . . . She didn't stop; she didn't say a word; she just worked my cock faster and faster moving her mouth up and down it. I maneuvered the tip of my talented tongue into the tiny slit at the end of his prick, teasing, wriggling, probing. No, I really don’t like the sound of him smelling my pussy. Lisa had her hand inside my panties as she rubbed my ass, then began to ease my panties down over my hips. Not taking my eyes off him, I started squeezing through the crowd. It wasn't like her to get aroused quite this easily. My lust for my husband improved, too. “She wll make some lucky man an excellent wife,” she said proudly and looked me directly in the eye. 'Please, stop...oh...stop looking at my...um, tits.'