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302 lines
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STARFLEET'S GREATEST THRILL
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From the moment the admiral beamed aboard, the captain knew
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she had the hots for him. The proof of that sat straddled across
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his steadily hardening manhood. And rapture was once again swiftly
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driving coherent thought away. Disjointed thoughts took control.
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He had once overheard an aging captain declare that the
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greatest thrill Starfleet had to offer was the joy of having a
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commanding offering give you a blowjob. At the time the captain' s
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drunken declaration had shocked him, a young ensign, but now he
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felt that unequalled thrill and knew that not-so-aging captain...
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had... been... right!
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She was an uninhibited beauty, he'd say that much for her, and
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more given a chance, but no such chance had been granted him. So he
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watched her, and felt her, and experienced her, as she rode him
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with the grace of an equestrian champion yet there was no denying
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the bucking rodeo champ that held the reins. Her hair wiped at her
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face with her movements, and her movements were exotic and true,
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while her face... her face was the picture of utter abandonment.
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She was lost in a sexual ecstasy, caring only that the frenzy did
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not stop, and the captain had no intention of yelling, 'Whoa!'.
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His joy exploded and she clamped herself tightly around him,
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her inner muscles pumping, as she fell forward, toward him, her
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hands landing on each side of his head, the fire in her eyes
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burning into his own, her panting mouth coming closer and closer,
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her tongue moistening her lips, and then his, and then into his
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mouth, diving deeply, searching, and his chaotic thoughts went
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careening back to the beginning of their tantalizing romp.
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She had just dismissed her aide, having concluded the priority
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one mission briefing she had come to deliver, and had asked
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politely for a private moment of his time. The ready room's doors
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had only just closed with the departure of his number one when she
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dropped her first bombshell.
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"I want you, Captain, here and now if you please."
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He grinned. "Is that an order, Admiral?"
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"If it must be, but I'd much rather have you command me."
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He could only stare at her in disbelief. Was she serious?
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"Come, come, Captain," she purred as she came round to his
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side of the desk. "You can't tell me you're not as much attracted
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to me as I am to you." Her hands were unfastening her uniform
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jacket as she approached. "I'm the youngest and most fittest
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admiral in the fleet," her midnight eyes were locked on his, "and
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you, why you're the most desirable captain that ever commanded a
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starship." She perched herself on the corner of his desk, legs
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draped seductively over each side of the corner, took her jacket
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off - a purely 'let's get down to business' gesture - which she all
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but defied when flinging it carelessly across the room. She WAS
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serious!
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"And I have urges, Captain, and urges," her hands crossed in
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front of her as she reached for the hem of her shirt, "just as I
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know you do." She pulled her shirt off over her head in one quick
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movement to reveal the most luscious pair of boobs he'd ever seen,
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and he'd seen many! But hers were unique, not just in their pert
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firmness but in that each wore a little tattoo of an admiral's
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rank. His hands suddenly itched with desire.
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She smiled, as if sensing his cravings. "Go for it, Captain,"
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she taunted and leaned toward him, shaking her shoulders. Her boobs
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swayed enticingly. "Make a command decision," she breathed, "but
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make the right one."
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His hands moved with a will of their own and softness fell
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into his touch. He cupped each luscious mound. Her nipples, twin
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peaks of hardness, were between his lips before he realized just
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what he was doing, but then he did realize! He was sucking on the
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admiral's tits!!
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His eyes flew to her face to find hers closed and a smile of
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passion on her lips. All reasoning departed. He pushed her back on
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his desk, his hands running over the hour-glass perfection of her
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form, while his mouth continued to boldly explore the treasures it
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had found. She lay sprayed on his desk top, arms flung wide in
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oblivion, content to let him do as he pleased with her... as HE
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pleased... and it would please him to have her... her and now!
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His hands moved to her trouser tops. She obligingly rose her
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hips. He started to pull them down. She tried to help wiggle free,
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but her pants caught on her boot tops and suddenly he was seated
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back in his chair. She'd shoved him there in frustration and now
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sat, with legs spread wide, and was concentrating on pulling first
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one boot off and then the other, flinging each over her head with
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removal. He concentrated only on the split of her cunt. It seemed
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to pant at him, 'come and get me!' And then she was standing ,
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triumphantly naked before him, her legs still defiantly wide, but
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now her forbidden fruit was hidden from view. Still, his eyes
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scanned her body with all the efficiency of a tricorder, but no
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tricorder ever experienced the satisfaction he felt at the scan.
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She WAS the youngest and most fittest admiral he had ever seen. She
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was, in fact, perfection, and his to command, and he WAS going to
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have her. Right here and now!
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He rose to his feet, no more than a foot between them, and
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yanked his belt from his jacket. The quicker he undressed the
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better! When suddenly, without warning, she leaned over his desk,
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her smooth round butt lifted his way.
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"I've been a bad admiral," she pouted, "and must be punished."
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He couldn't believe his eyes, or his ears, but felt a smirk of
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a grin invade his features. He looked from her inviting butt to the
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belt in his hand and thought, if you want it baby... SMACK!
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Instantly the red outline of his belt appeared across her rump.
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"Again," she ordered.
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SMACK! A twin outline materialized.
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"Again!"
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SLAP!
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"Again!"
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"SLAP!"
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"Yes!"
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SLAP!
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"Harder!"
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WHACK!
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"Faster!"
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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
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"Don't stop!"
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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! How much more of this could she stand?!
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"Again, God damn it!"
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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! How much more of his could he inflict?!
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"If you stop now I'll see you court-martialled, Captain!"
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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He was beginning to like
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this!
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"Don't stop, Captain, and that IS an order!"
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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
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"NOW!" she screamed. "Shove that throbbing cock of yours where
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it belongs!
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The belt fell from his hand as if it were on fire. He pushed
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his pants and underwear down to the top of his boots, all the while
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watching as she repeatedly pumped her butt in invitation.
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"I'm getting impatient, Captain!"
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"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
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"Not until you're inside me you're not!" And her cunt, her
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dripping succulent cunt was in his face. And he couldn't resist. He
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grabbed her butt and pulled her to him, his tongue diving deeply
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into the heat of her. "Chew on it, captain. Suck it and bite it and
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make me squirm!"
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And he chewed, and sucked, and bit her until he was sure he'd
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draw blood, and all the time she squirmed against him, rubbing her
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cunt closer to his probing tongue, and she moaned, and she groaned,
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and then she was screaming, "Fuck me, Captain, fuck me hard and
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fast and savage!'
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And his cock, which WAS throbbing, responded like a magnet...
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to boldly go... it was up and in the heat of her slit and she was
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buckin' like a wildcat.
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"Harder!" she panted.
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And the captain complied. He rammed her, in and out, and in
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and out, and she started to slide across the slickness of his desk
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top and he grabbed her butt, now as much ramming her into him as
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him into her.
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"Oh yes, my magnificent stallion," she spurred him on. "Yes!
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Yes! Yes!"
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In, out, in, out, harder, deeper, faster; repetition the norm
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and the norm a fantastic fuck. And then she was shuddering, and her
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cunt was pulsating and he was starting to come. Each squirt brought
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a vision of stars, so intense was his release. And still he pumped
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her. She lay sprawled over the desk, face squished against its
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gleaming top, butt high in the air, cunt gripping his cock, and
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screamed in delight.
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Could her cries be heard outside the ready room walls? Would
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someone come banging on the entrance to see if everything was all
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right? It surprised him not one iota to realize he didn't care. He
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didn't care if the whole of his damn crew rushed in through those
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doors to find him screwing the admiral! Fact of the matter was, at
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this moment, he'd loved to experience the added thrill of
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discovery! Just to be able to see his first officer's face...!
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He started to laugh, couldn't help it, and once again found
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himself flung backwards into his chair. How she had done it he
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couldn't tell. She still lay crouched on the table, butt still
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offered in invitation, but now she staring at him over her
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shoulder, her expression not one of disapproval but of WANT!
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"I await your next command, mon capitaine," she teased.
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"Dance for me," he ordered, now fulling enjoying the thrill.
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She smiled, licked her lips with more provocation than he'd
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imagined possible and began to once again sway her enticing butt
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and cunt in front of his face. She straightened one long and limber
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leg outward, toes arching, never once letting him lose sight of
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her passion pit, and brought it slowly backward, over her back! Did
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he say 'limber'?! She was a contortionist! He watched, spellbound,
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as she planted her foot next to her head and started to move the
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other. The effect was excruciating to watch but provocative in the
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extreme. Already he felt himself respond. He watched as she
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performed a pretzel of a turn suddenly aware that he sat at his
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desk in his ready room with his trousers and underwear down around
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his boot tops and his cock was standing, with military precision,
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at attention.
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"Sir," she said as she swayed temptingly in front and above
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him, "if the captain would remove his clothing we could dance
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together the taunting moves of the Orion masters."
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And the captain complied. When he stood as naked as she, she
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sprang from the desk with feline agility to land before him. And
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she WAS purring as she ran her hands up his chest, to his
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shoulders, and down his back, to his butt, fingers gripping with an
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intensity he could barely stand, and then she was on her knees, her
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hot breath flowing over his erect manhood.
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"Request permission to blow the captain, sir?" she sighed
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hotly.
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"Permission granted, Admiral," he somehow managed to reply and
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his thoughts went elsewhere, left him empty and unable to
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concentrate on anything but the hot, wet, thrilling touch of her
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mouth as she suckled the head of his penis.
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HOT did not describe the fiery heat of her tongue. WET did not
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explain the exquisite moistness of her mouth as she suckled him
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deeper, her tongue circling, stroking, fondling, caressing.
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THRILLING was not a strong enough justification of the excitement
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that built in his loins, his stomach, his body, his soul as her
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mouth moved lower and lower, pulling him deeper and deeper, then
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rising, only to repeat the motion again, and again, and again.
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He felt his passion threaten to betray him and found he was
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unable, no, unwilling to prevent the inevitable. He rode the waves
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of pleasure she brought to life, longing to prolong the moment, but
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the hotness of her sucking mouth drew him closer and closer. And
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her hands tightened and loosened at the base of his manhood in
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rhythm with the sultry movement of her mouth. And her tongue
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circled, and lapped, and stroked; a ceaseless, endless motion that
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took his breath away, took his mind away, took him away, to a world
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of infinite ecstasy. His hips arched as his hot seed erupted, and
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through the haze that surrounded his senses he felt her drink
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deeply the explosion of his climax.
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With his release his mind fought for control, but it did not
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succeed. Never had he experienced such wilful abandonment, and he
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knew it came as much from the passion that was this glorious
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uninhibited admiral as it came from that long ago and far away
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aging captain's crude but all-too-true remark. 'The greatest thrill
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Starfleet has to offer WAS the joy of having a commanding officer
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give you a blowjob'!
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He was grinning as the memory faded and he returned to the
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here and now. And 'here' was the top of his desk. He'd never be
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able to sit at it again without thinking of her. And now, now she
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was pulling her mouth from his to suggestively whisper in his ear,
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"If the captain will escort me to his quarters, we can explore
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this pleasurable business more fully."
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Would she EVER be satisfied?! The captain hoped not. She was
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the one admiral he had ever met that he WANTED to share an extended
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visit with.
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"I am yours to command, Admiral," he whispered in return.
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She slid off his body, and then off the table, and then bent
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over to pick up her trousers from the floor, all the while ensuring
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the flash of her passion pit was pointed his way. And then she
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stared at him from between her legs and said, "That has always been
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a foregone conclusion, Captain, but let's test the theory to its
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limits, shall we?"
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And once again the captain complied.
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