"Shepard, are you even listening?" Miranda Lawson asked brusquely, snapping her fingers in front of Shepard's face.
Honestly, Shepard wasn't listening. The past twelve hours had been an absolute whirlwind. First Shepard had woken up during an attack on a research station where his body had been painstakingly reconstructed over the course of two years after he had died during an attack on the Normandy. He had been forced to fight for his life as he escaped the station with Miranda Lawson and Jacob Taylor.
They had brought him to the Illusive Man, the leader of Cerberus. The human supremacist organization was apparently the only group taking the Reaper threat seriously. So, Shepard found himself reluctantly agreeing to work with them. Right after the meeting, the Illusive Man had sent Shepard and his two companions to Freedom's Progress to investigate a Collector attack. After investigating the colony, and briefly reuniting with Tali'Zorah, they had returned back to the Illusive Man to report.
Now, Shepard was aboard the Normandy SR-2 and he was exhausted. He had only managed a few hours sleep on the shuttle flights to and from Freedom's Progress. Just as he had tried to slip off to his quarters to get some much needed rest, Miranda had asked to speak with him in her office.
Try as he might, he couldn't keep his eyes off of the beautiful woman. Her tight white uniform did little to hide her well-developed body. She stood just a few feet in front of him, right beside her desk, and Shepard knew that his eyes kept drifting down to her large breasts and curvy hips. No matter how much he tried to pay attention to her words, he was too exhausted to focus for more than a few seconds. He just wanted to sleep or . . .
"Shepard!" Miranda groaned loudly. "This is serious!"
"Right, sorry," Shepard replied, bringing his eyes back up to Miranda's.
The dark haired woman walked around behind her desk and turned around a holographic terminal to show Shepard what was on the screen. It looked like a book cover. Shepard leaned in closer to scan the title: "Cerberus Operative Handbook."
"Uh huh," Shepard nodded absentmindedly. "I'll be sure to read it once I get a chance."
"You need to be familiar with our standard operating procedure before our next mission," Miranda told Shepard. "If you won't listen to me summarize it, then you can just read it all yourself."
Shepard let out a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry, Miranda. I'm just absolutely exhausted."
"You're exhausted?" Miranda exclaimed, throwing out her arms. "We're all exhausted Shepard, but we've got an important job to do!"
Shepard felt himself stumble as he took a step back.
"Shepard?" Miranda's voice called out, sounding far more distant than it was moments ago.
Shepard's vision swam as he stumbled back again. He reached out to brace himself against the wall but his hand slipped right down the smooth metal surface. Everything went black as Shepard collapsed to the floor.
"Hmm," Shepard moaned groggily as stirred awake. He was laying in a large bed with some of the most comfortable sheets he had ever felt. He didn't have anything on except for his underwear, and the silky fabric moved wonderfully against his muscled chest. For a moment, he felt at peace aboard the Normandy. The ship was so intimately familiar to him that everything about it was comforting to him.
Everything felt just right up until he heard someone clearing their throat.
Shepard shot up in bed, throwing the sheets to the side and instinctively getting ready to fight any intruders when he realized it was just Miranda standing in front of him. She stood in the doorway to the bedroom, and Shepard could see from the desk behind Miranda that he was still in her office.
"I'm sorry about last night, Commander," Miranda said, somewhat sheepishly. She was giving him a curious look, as though him passing out last night had been such an unexpected event that she didn't know how to treat him now.
"It's fine," Shepard said, waving her off. He tried to stand up but a rush of vertigo overtook him and he fell right back onto Miranda's bed.
"I had to wake you up earlier than planned back on the Lazarus Research Station. Your body hasn't had the proper amount of time it needs to recuperate," Miranda explained to Shepard as she took a few steps closer to the bed. "You'll need a couple days of rest before you'll be any good to us."
Shepard snorted in amusement. "Sorry to disappoint."
"I'm not disappointed," Miranda said quickly. "The fact that you're still alive after everything is nothing short of incredible. Its hard to know just how you'll be affected by the recovery process given the fact that no one has gone through what you have before. We can take a few days to make sure everything is running smoothly aboard the Normandy before we head out on our next assignment."
"Sounds like a plan," Shepard said as he snuggled back against the pillows behind his head.
Miranda sat down on the bed by Shepard's feet. "You know, Shepard," she began to say as she placed a hand on Shepard's leg. "My primary directive is to ensure your safe recovery and to keep you in top condition."
"The Illusive Man said as much, "Shepard agreed.
Miranda cocked her head to the side as she stared down at him. "So if there is anything you need me to take care of, you just need to let me know. Otherwise, if I deem it necessary, I will do what I must to ensure your continued health. I didn't spend two years rebuilding you just to see you not be in top form."
Shepard eyed Miranda curiously. What was she getting at? "Thanks, I appreciate it," Shepard replied slowly.
Miranda kept her gaze on Shepard but when it was clear that he wasn't going to say anything further, Miranda let out a long sigh. "When I was rebuilding you, I had to ensure the efficacy of all of your vital functions," she said, staring pointedly at Shepard.
When Shepard just frowned at her in confusion, Miranda let out a growl of frustration.
"Damn it, Shepard. I'm talking about this!" Miranda shouted as her hand shot out and grabbed his crotch through his underwear. Shepard jumped back with a yelp of surprise as Miranda let him go.
"What do you think you're doing?" Shepard asked in an authoritative tone. He threw the bed sheets over his lap as he sat up in Miranda's bed.
Miranda rolled her eyes at Shepard. "I ran your vitals and some tests while you slept. Your body is incredibly stressed and in dire need of relaxation. Your blood pressure is higher than I'd like and your immune system is still on the mend. Supplements and drugs can only help you so much. The next best thing is some release."
"I can take of that myself," Shepard said sharply.
"Come on, Shepard," Miranda pinched her brow in annoyance. "I built you from the ground up, I've seen everything you've got. The Illusive Man has made it clear that-"
"Did the Illusive Man ask you to do . . . this to me?" Shepard asked.
"Not specifically, but it was implied in the directives," Miranda replied simply.
"So you're willing to go all the way with me just because you think the Illusive Man told you to?"
Miranda looked at Shepard like he was an idiot. "Obviously. I thought that he had made it clear that my priority is to ensure that your are operating at peak form at all times. It is scientifically proven that regular orgasms have all sorts of positive benefits for oneself. The Illusive Man isn't a fool. He expects excellent results and he knows what is needed to achieve those results. This is just another one of my duties."
Shepard felt anger bubbling up inside of him. He knew that Cerberus was a fucked up organization, but this was just too much. "And you're fine with him basically telling you to fuck me?"
Miranda hesitated but quickly recovered. "Yes, I am. I knew what was expected of me when I signed up for this job."
"Do you even want to fuck me, or is this just on your boss's orders?" Shepard snapped.
Miranda shrugged. "I doubt it will be an unpleasant situation, so I'm not opposed to it."
"What a ringing endorsement," Shepard retorted dryly.
"Look, Shepard," Miranda stood up from her bed. "I am trying to do my job to the best of my abilities. If fucking you whenever you want or need to is what is required, then I will do it. I want this damn project to succeed, and I want to protect the galaxy from the Collectors. I am willing to lay down my life to make sure both of those things happen. Having sex with you is nothing compared to that."
How could she even say all of this to him? Shepard felt horrible hearing just how far Miranda was willing to go to try to help him just because the Illusive Man ordered her to do so.
Shepard quickly slipped out of Miranda's bed. His clothes were folded neatly on the bedside table. Without looking at Miranda, Shepard started to get dressed. "I don't know what you're expecting to happen here Miranda, but I'm not doing this with you."
"Why not?" Miranda asked, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up just slightly.
"Because it doesn't feel right," Shepard answered.
"I want you to fuck me, Shepard," Miranda told him forcefully.
Shepard slipped on his officer's jacket and sealed the clasp on it. He turned to face Miranda, shaking his head. "I'm going to go rest in my cabin. I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of the day. I'll get EDI to send someone to bring me food.
Before Miranda could respond, Shepard swiftly walked out into her office and towards the door. He heard her calling out his name behind him but he just ignored her.
Shepard managed to avoid everyone as he reached the elevator and took it up to his cabin. He rode up silently and walked into his luxurious cabin without taking any of it in. Shepard quickly stripped off his clothes and dropped onto his new bed face first.
The bedding was the same that Miranda had.
Shepard sighed into his pillow as an image of Miranda popped into his mind. Despite his earlier words denying her, Shepard knew that he did want to fuck Miranda. His cock ached beneath him as it quickly engorged at the mere thought of her. Shepard groaned as he tried to think about anything else, but he just couldn't help it. Miranda was just too damn sexy.
"She just wants to fuck me so I can recover and stay in top form for all of our missions," Shepard muttered into his pillow.
Even though he knew that it was just business for Miranda and it felt completely wrong to take her up on her offer, Shepard's imagination started to run wild. He had been dead to the world for two years, and right now his body was letting him know that he could do with a good fuck.
Shepard rolled over onto his back and grasped his cock in one hand as he started to pleasure himself. He felt so incredibly sensitive, and his body shook as he touched himself. He barely lasted a minute before he came.
"Fuck," Shepard groaned as he felt the tension leave his body. True to Miranda's word, he did feel better after he came.
After only a few seconds, Shepard's body let him know that it wanted another round.
Would fucking Miranda really be such a bad thing?
Shepard shook the thought out of his head. Yes, it would. Miranda was doing this because the Illusive Man had ordered her to or, at least, because she thought that he had. No matter how willing she seemed, she was still being coerced into it.
But then Shepard pictured Miranda's magnificent ass and he felt conflicted all over again.
This was not going to be an easy time on board the Normandy.
"And be careful, Shepard. The Collectors will be watching you," the Illusive Man said to Shepard's hologram.
Shepard glared at the hologram of the Illusive Man aboard the Normandy. "You know what would be a great help to me in my mission?"
The Illusive Man took a long drag on his cigar. "What would that be?"
Shepard crossed his arms. "If you could tell Miranda to stop trying to fuck me," he told the Illusive Man through gritted teeth.
"Oh?" The Illusive Man let out a puff of smoke.
"She seems to think that your ordered her to do it."
The Illusive Man chuckled as he placed his cigar on the ashtray beside him. "Does she now?"
"Yes, she does," Shepard stated. Miranda had been incredibly persistent over the past two weeks since Shepard first stepped foot on the Normandy SR-2. After her initial attempt, Miranda had made plenty of subtle references on the ship about Shepard needing to relieve some stress. Thankfully, only Dr. Chakwas had caught on to Miranda's meaning. The older doctor had laughed and laughed at Shepard's situation when he had explained it to her.
Despite Miranda's efforts, Shepard had held off from taking her up on her offer. But that meant that he had spent plenty of time alone in his cabin working out certain images from his mind. The worst time had been when they had been docked in Omega. On the night before they had been set to depart the station, the crew had stopped off at the Afterlife Club for a night off. Aria T'Loak had invited Shepard and his crew as a thank you for all of his work on Omega which had benefited her greatly.
That night at the Afterlife Club, Shepard had spent most of the night hanging out with Garrus and Joker. Later on though, he had gone over to the main floor to dance. He had just stepped into the crowd of people when he had noticed her.
Wearing a tight red leather dress that showed off her exquisite breasts nicely and left her back bare, Miranda had looked absolutely divine. Shepard's eyes had been drawn to her instantly. Of course, Miranda had been coming his way.
Shepard had tried to slip away, but within seconds he found Miranda suddenly standing in front of him. The crowd of people pressed in around them and Miranda took that as her chance to grab his wrists and start dancing. Shepard hadn't even moved when Miranda started to press her body up against his and plant a kiss on his neck.
It had taken everything that Shepard had in that moment to make a swift exit out of Miranda's embrace and out of the club. He had rushed back onto the Normandy to relieve himself as images of Miranda in that dress flooded his mind. It had taken hours until he had finally been able to settle down and go to sleep. When the crew had returned to the ship, Shepard had heard a quiet knock at his door. It took five minutes before he heard the elevator make its way back down away from his cabin.
"Did you order her to sleep with me?" Shepard pressed the Illusive Man.
The Illusive Man cocked his head to the side. "And what if I did?"
Shepard felt his hands ball up into fists as he forced them to his sides. "Then I'd say we have a problem," he said fiercely, staring directly at the Illusive Man's steely-blue eyes.
The Illusive Man stared back at Shepard just as fiercely for a few moments before he relaxed back into his chair. "Then I suppose its a good thing that we don't have a problem."
"So you didn't order her to sleep with me, implicitly or otherwise?"
"No, I didn't," the Illusive Man answered. "I will be sure to clear this up with her, if it is an issue."
"It is," Shepard confirmed.
The Illusive Man gave Shepard a careful look before nodding his head. "Alright, Shepard. I hope to hear from you once you have collected the next batch of recruits."
Shepard was just leaving the Main Battery room after a brief chat with Garrus about the state of the Normandy's weapon systems when Miranda rounded the corner.
"Shepard, I was looking for you," Miranda said, coming to a stop a few feet away from Shepard.
"Miranda, what can I do for you?" Shepard asked, trying to remain professional.
Miranda's eyes flickered over Shepard's shoulder towards a couple of crew members that were milling about. "I'd like to speak privately in my office, if possible." Miranda turned on her heel without waiting for Shepard's reply.
With a deep sigh, and a quick glance down at Miranda's butt, Shepard followed in step behind Miranda. As soon as Shepard stepped into Miranda's office, she sealed the door behind him. Moving smoothly, Miranda walked around behind her desk and sat down. Shepard noticed that there was a chair placed a couple feet beside her but he made no move towards it.
"Shepard," Miranda said warningly, giving the Commander a stern look.
Shepard's lips twitched in amusement as he considered not sitting down, but in the end he relented. Holding back a sigh, Shepherd sat down in the other chair behind Miranda's desk. "What did you want to talk to me about?" He asked even though he had a fairly good idea as to what this conversation was going to be about.
"The Illusive Man spoke to me yesterday after your call with him," Miranda began, watching Shepard carefully. "He clarified a few things."
"I'm glad to hear that," Shepard noted.
"Mm hmm," Miranda hummed. "It doesn't change anything though."
"What?" Shepard exclaimed in surprise.
Miranda looked at him with a tired expression on her face. "The Illusive Man told me that he did not order me to sleep with you and that it was in no way intended to be implied in his directives. That being said, he reaffirmed that I was in charge of your recovery and that I could do whatever I felt was necessary to aid you."
Shepard closed his eyes in frustration and counted to ten. Damn the Illusive Man. Shepard was sure that he was chuckling right now at this entire situation. "Miranda, I don't think that this is necessary for my recovery," he said once he felt that he had calmed a little.
"Your biometrics say otherwise," Miranda pointed out, gesturing to her terminal. A series of graphs drifted across the screen, showing elevated tension and stress above the optimal levels.
"May I point out that you are generally the cause of that," Shepard said with a pointed look at Miranda.
"Thank you," Miranda smiled lightly at Shepard.
"That wasn't a compliment," Shepard frowned.
"I know, and it hurts me that I am making your recovery temporarily worse," Miranda sighed quietly. "But you have to trust me that I've ran the numbers. Even if I factor myself out of the equation, you're levels are still too high. You need an outlet for your energy and I am willing to help you with this. It will be better for the galaxy in the long run."
Despite the annoyance he was feeling, Shepard couldn't help but snort at her comment. "Really? The galaxy will be better off it I get laid."
"Yes," Miranda stated evenly.
"Miranda, I'm not interested," Shepard protested.
"You are though!" Miranda exclaimed. "The graphs prove that."
"Fuck your graphs!" Shepard shouted suddenly as he got to his feet. He could feel his anger boiling over at Miranda. Why couldn't she just accept his answer and leave it at that?
"Not what I had in mind," Miranda muttered sarcastically.
"Enough of this! I've had it with your teasing and subtle comments. Yes, you are very attractive, but I don't want to fuck someone who doesn't genuinely care about me!" Shepard huffed as he finally got the words he had been dying to say to Miranda for the past few weeks off of his chest. Just as he felt his own anger start to seep away though, Miranda stood up with an angry look of her own.
"How dare you accuse me of not caring about you!" She shouted as she took a step closer to him. "I spent two years of my life reconstructing you. Day and night, all I did was work on bringing you back to life. I couldn't even contact my sister when I was on board the research station! So don't you go saying that I don't genuinely care about you because I have sacrificed far more than you will ever realize!"
Shepard felt himself deflate a little at Miranda's words. Perhaps he had been a little harsh on her but she needed to convince her somehow to leave him alone, regardless of how much his body and mind wanted him to accept her offer.
"I'm sorry," Shepard said, raising his hands in defeat. "I didn't mean to make it sound like you didn't care about me or your job like that. But you just don't see me in a romantic way."
"Says who?" Miranda retorted quickly.
"I . . . what?" Shepard frowned.
Miranda gave him a piercing gaze. "I never said that I wasn't interested in you romantically. That's a completely separate topic."
"It is?" Shepard asked in genuine confusion.
"Of course it is," Miranda stated like it was obvious. "The sex is for your recovery. A romantic relationship isn't a part of that."
"Hold on, you like me?" Shepard asked, a grin coming across his face.
"Yes I like you Shepard," Miranda replied.
"Just to clarify, you like me romantically, right?"
Miranda sighed in exasperation. "Yes, I am interested in you romantically. But that is a different topic for another time."
"No its not," Shepard interjected. "Miranda, I like you romantically too . . . I think."
"What a ringing endorsement," Miranda repeated his words from weeks ago as the corners of her mouth raised ever so slightly.
Shepard laughed. "Sorry, its hard to tell whether its my brain that likes you or my . . ." Miranda's eyes flashed with amusement, but she kept her expression even. "You know," Shepard said slowly, "I only sleep with people that I'm in relationships with."
"Really? Hmm, maybe this romance issue isn't so separate after all," Miranda said, tapping her chin with her finger.
"Maybe not," Shepard teased back.
"We'd have to fill out an official form declaring our relationship, given the fact that you are my superior officer," Miranda smiled.
"Or we could just forget the form?" Shepard suggested.
Miranda's lips twitched. "You should know what the punishment for not filling out that form is if you read the Operative Handbook."
"I must have had something else on my mind that distracted me from finishing it," Shepard smiled as he took a step closer to Miranda. They were practically nose to nose as Shepard stared down into Miranda's beautiful eyes.
Miranda gazed up at Shepard as a smirk came across her lips. "I suppose I could take care of the form for the both of us, but you would have to agree to my treatment plan."
Shepard had a good idea as to where this was going. "I'll agree to your treatment plan, as long as you agree to my romance plan."
"Does this plan have any specific terms?" Miranda asked as she pushed her black hair over her shoulder.
"One date night a week to start," Shepard explained. "We can amend the plan as we go along."
Miranda didn't even need a second to consider it. "Deal," she agreed.
"So, what happens now?" Shepard asked her.
"We start with my treatment plan," Miranda answered as she reached up to the collar of her white uniform.
"Which is what exactly?" Shepard asked with a grin.
Miranda leaned in, pressing her breasts against his chest as she whispered into his ear. "Anytime your medical readings show anything concerning, or anytime you want, you will fuck me. You need to work out your stress and tension with me. It'll help your recovery."
Suddenly, Miranda's hands tugged at her uniform and it came undone. The white leather split down the middle, revealing Miranda's body to Shepard. Shepard looked down at Miranda's perfect breasts which were hidden by a lacy black bra.
Slowly, Miranda shimmied the uniform down further. The white leather uniform dropped down to her ankles, showing off the matching lacy black thong. Shepard felt his cock jump in excitement in his pants as he rapidly hardened.
Shepard stepped forward and captured Miranda's lips in a kiss. Her soft lips parted for his and she moaned into the kiss as Shepard ran a hand down her back.
Miranda pressed her body as she stepped out of bodysuit. Her hands snaked up the back of Shepard's head and ran through his hair as she kissed him back passionately. Shepard had to stifle a groan as Miranda pushed up against his engorged cock in his trousers. He had been imagining doing this with her for weeks now. Now that it was finally about to happen, Shepard's body screamed at him to get on with it.
"You're looking a little overdressed for your treatment, Commander," Miranda said coyly as she took a step back.
Shepard's hands couldn't work fast enough to unbutton his uniform. Miranda watched eagerly as Shepard quickly stripped off his shirt, showing off his muscular chest to her. He dropped his trousers next, revealing the obvious tent in his underwear.
Miranda smiled as she stepped forward again, palming Shepard's cock as she pressed her body against him. "I see that we've got quite a bit of pent up tension to work out," Miranda whispered into Shepard's ear as she gave his cock a gentle squeeze.
"And how would you suggest that I work it out?" Shepard asked teasingly as his hands found the clasp of her bra. He deftly unlocked it and tugged lightly at the straps. Miranda kept her chest pressed up against Shepard's as she let her bra straps slide off of her shoulders and down her arms.
"Well, I think that I've teased you long enough that deserve a chance to really work out your stress."
Miranda stepped back as her bra fell off of her breasts and onto the floor. Shepard's eyes instantly dropped down to her body.
She was perfect. Shepard couldn't begin to imagine anything more beautiful than what was before him in that instant. Miranda's breasts were large and round, with virtually no sag to them. The creamy flawless skin looked absolutely stunning and it contrasted nicely with her small, pink nipples that stood proudly on the peak of her breasts. Miranda watched as Shepard drank in her body, looking immensely please with his reaction.
Shepard shivered as Miranda cocked her hips and gave him a sultry look. "I want you to fuck me, Shepard."
"Right here?" Shepard asked, gesturing around her office.
"Yes," Miranda breathed out. "There's no time to waste. We need to get started on your recovery right away."
Shepard stepped closer to Miranda again and put his hands on her hips. Miranda smiled brightly up at him as her hands grabbed on to his hips. Slowly, she tugged down at the waistband of his underwear. Miranda kept her eyes locked onto Shepard's as she gave his underwear a final tug and let it fall down to the floor.
Shepard's cock twitched in excitement as it poked Miranda's flat belly. Miranda glanced down between her breasts to see Shepard's thick cock pressing up against her. "I've been waiting for this for quite some time."
"So have I," Shepard said as he spun Miranda around. Miranda spun on her heels willingly until she was facing away from Shepard and he pulled her back against him. Shepard nestled his cock in between Miranda's plump ass cheeks and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Fuck," Shepard groaned as his hips bucked forward of their own accord.
Miranda chuckled throatily as she brought a hand up to touch the side of Shepard's face. "It's time to start your recovery, Commander. It's time to take me."
Shepard lust drove him to shuffle Miranda forward towards her desk. Still pressing up against her, Shepard leaned forward and swept away the terminals on her desk. They fell to the floor noisily but Shepard didn't care. He could buy Miranda new ones whenever they stopped at the next port.
Shepard pushed Miranda forward until her thighs hit the edge of her desk. Then, Shepard pushed down on Miranda's back until her large breasts were squished up against the smooth top of her desk. Miranda moaned pleasantly as Shepard leaned overtop of her, pushing his cock against her ass.
"Is this what you wanted?" Shepard whispered into her ear. "For me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes," Miranda shivered beneath him. She turned her head to try to get a better look at him but Shepard kept her pinned down on her desk. "I want you to fuck me anywhere, anytime, and any way you need."
Shepard's hips bucked forward again in sheer excitement at Miranda's words. "That's a dangerous offer to make, Miranda. If you've been watching my vitals so closely, you should know exactly what you've been doing to me over the past few weeks."
Miranda's eyes flashed in anticipation. "Oh, I know just what I'm in store for. The question is, are you willing to do your part or do I need to tie you down and force you to get the treatment you need?"
"Fuck," Shepard groaned as he stood back up straight. Miranda wiggled her ass against him, driving him absolutely wild with desire.
"I'm all ready for you, Shepard," Miranda told him. "All you need to do now is fuck me."
Shepard's hands shook the tiniest bit with excitement as he yanked down Miranda's thong. He crouched down as he did so, taking in the sight of her beautiful pussy as it was revealed to him. A thin strand of her juices connected from her lower lips to her thong as Shepard pulled it away. Shepard ran a finger along Miranda's slit, collecting the juices on the tip of his finger before he brought it to his mouth. She tasted absolutely divine.
Shepard couldn't wait anymore. He stood back up to his full height, grabbed his cock in one hand, and pressed it firmly up against the entrance to Miranda's pussy. Miranda's breath hitched as the head of Shepard's cock pressed inside of her.
It was a difficult task for Shepard not to shove his cock entirely inside of Miranda instantly. Her pussy was so incredibly hot, wet, and tight. It felt like it was sucking him in as he pressed forward. Miranda groaned in satisfaction as Shepard's cock filled her up.
Gripping Miranda's hips to steady himself, Shepard pushed his cock inside of her pussy until Miranda's ass was pressed tightly up against him. It felt absolutely incredible being inside of her, and Shepard instantly felt his body start to relax from the sheer pleasure.
Miranda gave Shepard a few moments to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being inside of her. After two long years, even though it didn't feel nearly that long, Shepard's body was craving this.
"Just let loose, Shepard," Miranda told him after a few moments. "This is solely for your stress relief, so let it all out inside of me."
Miranda's seductive words were just too tempting for Shepard to fight against. He pulled his hips back, relishing in the sensation of his cock moving inside of Miranda's slick pussy. Shepard was so lost in the sensation that he accidentally pulled his cock completely out of Miranda.
Miranda let out a sorrowful moan as Shepard's cock left her. She pressed her ass back against him and trapped his cock in between her ass and Shepard's belly. Shepard looked down at his cock which was covered in Miranda's juices. The sight of the sheen on it sent a pleasurable shiver through his body.
Pulling his hips back again, Shepard reinserted his cock back inside of Miranda. The comforting heat of her pussy made his legs shake. Unable to hold back, Shepard slammed his hips forward. Miranda let out a yelp in surprise as Shepard's cock filled her up suddenly. The sound of Shepard's hips smacking against Miranda's ass rang out in the room.
"You feel incredible," Shepard groaned as he pumped in and out of Miranda again.
Miranda laughed as she gripped the edge of the desk. "I was about to say the same to you. Your cock is so nice," Miranda moaned as she let her head rest against the desk.
Shepard fucked Miranda freely. Even before he died, it had been a while since he had had sex. His cock was so sensitive and it twitched wildly inside of Miranda's pussy as he fucked her. The sight of her wonderful ass and arched back in front of him only spurred him on.
Suddenly, Miranda's pussy tightened up around Shepard's cock. Shepard groaned, taken by surprise. His hips slammed forward and he buried his cock completely inside of Miranda's pussy as he leaned over her. "Fuck," Shepard groaned as Miranda's pussy pulsed around his cock.
"A little trick I learned," Miranda told him with a smile as she looked back over her shoulder at Shepard. "Do you like it?"
Shepard panted as Miranda's pussy threatened to push him over the edge. "I do," Shepard grunted. He ran a hand up from Miranda's hip along her side. His fingertips glided across the curve of her breast. With it being squished up against her desk, Miranda's breasts spilled out on either side of her. Shepard cupped the exposed part of Miranda's breast, snaking a finger in between it and the table to run over her nipple.
"Good," Miranda said as she pressed her butt back against him. Her pussy was still squeezing Shepard's cock tightly, trying to milk him. "Now, for your recovery treatment to be completed, I need you to cum."
That wasn't a difficult task for Shepard. His cock had been ready to explode for a couple minutes already, but he had been holding back for Miranda's sake. But she was making it difficult. "Alright," Shepard agreed. "But you need to stop that trick otherwise I might pass out again."
Miranda smiled at him. With one final squeeze, Miranda stopped tightening her pussy around Shepard's cock. She still felt incredibly tight, but now Shepard felt like there was still enough blood going to his head that he could actually think coherent thoughts.
Straightening himself back up, Shepard slapped one hand roughly down on Miranda's ass as he reeled back his hips. Miranda cooed and wiggled her body on the desk before Shepard slammed his hips forward. The powerful thrust made Miranda's ass jiggle wonderfully and her feet lifted up off of the floor.
Miranda groaned as Shepard's cock filled her up. It retreated half a second later but then she felt another thrust coming and once against Shepard stretched out her pussy in the most wonderful way.
Shepard lost himself as he started to really fuck Miranda. He let his hips control him completely as he slammed his cock in and out of Miranda's pussy. Despite the rough pounding he was giving her, Miranda was loving every second of it and she didn't seem to be in any discomfort. Miranda moaned wantonly on the desk as she held on tightly as Shepard fucked her hard.
Shepard's cock started to twitch and he felt his balls constrict. He knew that he was close to cumming. Miranda's hot pussy kept sucking his cock back inside of her with every thrust. The sound of his hips bouncing off of Miranda's ass filled the room. With every thrust, Shepard heard Miranda's desk skid forward a few inches across the metal floor. That didn't stop him though as he kept fucking Miranda.
"Ugh!" Shepard groaned loudly as his cock let loose a large spurt of cum inside of Miranda's pussy. He started making tiny thrusts deep inside of Miranda's pussy. Shepard's cock shot out burst after burst of cum inside of Miranda.
Miranda moaned in satisfaction as she felt Shepard cumming inside of her. She reached back and grabbed one of his hands as he kept making his micro thrusts inside of her.
Shepard slowed his movements as he felt his orgasm start to fade away. He stayed completely buried inside of Miranda's pussy, relishing in the sensation of it.
"I wish I had taken you up on your offer sooner," Shepard chuckled after a few moments of rest.
Miranda flashed him a brilliant smile. "So do I. But at least you're here now."
"So," Shepard breathed out. "Is my recovery treatment completed for the day?"
"Hmm," Miranda said aloud as she pretended to think about it. In reality, she already knew exactly what she planned to do next. "I don't think so. I think you still have a bit more stress to work out but I'll need to do a physical examination first."
"Oh yeah?" Shepard chuckled again. "And what does that look like?"
Shepard suppressed a curse as Miranda kicked up with one foot and rolled herself over on top of her desk. Shepard's sensitive cock was still inside of Miranda's pussy and the sensation of her spinning around on it nearly brought him to his knees.
Wrapping her legs around Shepard's waist, Miranda pushed herself up on her desk and grabbed on to Shepard's shoulders. Shepard staggered backwards, wrapping his arms around Miranda as he did so. Shepard struggled for a moment to adjust to holding Miranda up with him but he quickly found his footing.
Miranda grinned at Shepard and gave him a quick peck on the lips. She rolled her hips against his, pushing his cock around inside of her pussy. Miranda's breasts were pressed firmly up against Shepard's chest. Shepard groaned at the feeling of Miranda's warm body against his.
"Why don't you sit down in my chair and I'll take a look at you," Miranda told Shepard.
Glancing back over his shoulder, Shepard took a few steps back before plopping down in Miranda's black leather office chair. The chair didn't have any arms on it so Miranda was able to stay comfortably seated on top of Shepard's cock.
"Mm," Miranda moaned as she settled down on top of Shepard. "Now, where to begin?"
"Maybe the medical exam," Shepard teased. "That is, if this really is a medical exam and not just an excuse to spend some private time with me."
"Shepard, are you doubting my medical expertise?" Miranda smiled back at Shepard.
"Well, I did happen to note that you aren't actually a doctor."
"Just because I don't have the degree doesn't mean that I don't know just what you need to recover and stay in peak physical condition," Miranda laughed quietly. "Trust me, I had two years to research and plan for this. Having sex regularly will definitely help you."
"Whatever you say, Miranda," Shepard smiled.
Miranda cocked her head at Shepard. "I guess we'll just have to see how good you're feeling after a couple of weeks of this."
"Oh, trust me. I'm already feeling much better after just a single treatment."
"You see, a perfect example of the efficacy of this treatment," Miranda pointed out. "Now, let me get down to your exam."
Shepard kissed Miranda's neck as she ran her hands over his muscular back. She stopped occasionally, feeling and massaging a particular muscle group for a moment before moving on to the next. Then she ran her hands down Shepard's shoulders and arms. When she reached his hands, she took them in hers. "I need you to stretch your arms straight out," she told Shepard.
Miranda leaned back and guided Shepard's hands onto her ample breasts. Shepard leaned back into the chair and he grinned as he started to gently squeeze and feel Miranda's breasts. His thumbs flicked over her rosy pink nipples.
"Hmm," Miranda hummed. "There definitely seems to be an improvement."
"I'll say."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "I still think that more treatments will be necessary though."
"Glad to here it," Shepard commented as he focused on touching Miranda's breasts.
"We'll do one more right now. From now on, you come to me anytime you need release," Miranda instructed. "And I'll also bring you in for a session whenever necessary."
"You mean whenever you get horny."
Miranda gave Shepard a toothy smile. "I promise that all of this is for the benefit of your health."
"I suppose that you might be getting the same benefits too, huh?" Shepard pointed out.
"Yes," Miranda agreed, "but what matters is that you are being taken care of."
Shepard frowned at her. "I don't want this just to entirely be for me."
"Well, maybe on our date nights we could do things differently," Miranda acquiesced. "But right now, you're my patient and we're following my treatment plan. And my plan says that you need to cum inside me again."
Shepard widened his legs slightly as Miranda put her hands on top on his shoulders. Miranda slid forward, pressing her breasts against Shepard's chest and placing her knees on either side of his hips. Finally situated just the way she wanted, Miranda started to ride Shepard's cock.
Shepard groaned as he felt Miranda's hot pussy slide up his cock until just the head remained inside of her. Miranda wiggled her hips, rubbing the sensitive head around inside of her before dropping back down and taking Shepard's cock completely inside of her.
Miranda gasped as Shepard's cock filled her back up. She threw her head back, throwing her long black hair over her shoulders while rolling her hips. Shepard's cock moved around in a circular motion inside of Miranda.
A loud slap rang out and Shepard grabbed each of Miranda's ass cheeks in his hand. He dug his fingers into her juicy flesh and helped her raise her hips only to force her back down on his cock a second later.
Shepard's cock ached as Miranda rode him. Though he had just cum a few minutes ago, he had stayed hard. He could feel his cum and Miranda's juices mixing together as Miranda fucked him. Miranda leaned in to kiss Shepard deeply. She did an admirable job of keeping her lips on his as she bounced up and down on Shepard's cock. Shepard kissed her back as he squeezed her ass with his hands.
Miranda was absolutely intoxicating. Everything she did seemed to be just the right thing to turn Shepard on. The way she flicked her hair perfectly over her shoulders, how she dragged her full breasts across his chest, how her lips seemed to steal the air from his lungs, all of it was absolutely incredible. Shepard let himself get lost in the pleasure.
Miranda's hair bounced around her head as she rode Shepard's cock. She had to break away from the kiss as her hips moved more and more quickly. Harder and harder, she slammed her pussy down on his cock.
One of Shepard's hands left Miranda's ass to slip in between their bodies. Shepard placed his hand just above where their two bodies connected and he trailed his thumb downward. Miranda sucked in a deep breath and froze as Shepard's thumb brushed gently across her clit.
"Shepard," Miranda said warningly, but the effect was undercut by her closed eyes and the look of bliss on her face. "This is supposed to be about you right now."
"I know, Miranda," Shepard agreed. "But don't you think it might help me cum faster if I see you trembling on top of my cock?"
Miranda bit her lower lip and opened her eyes to stare into Shepard's. She seemed nervous, unsure. "Well, I suppose you aren't entirely incorrect with that assertion."
"Good," Shepard grinned as he dragged the pad of his thumb back across Miranda's clit. Miranda shivered and dropped down onto his cock. She let out a shuddering moan as she buried her face in the crook of Shepard's neck.
Miranda continued to ride Shepard's cock, but she was struggling to maintain her strong form as Shepard pleasured her clit. Her legs kept twitching under the assault and more than once she found herself unable to slide back up Shepard's cock right away after he filled her up.
As Miranda rode his cock, Shepard fought not to cum too soon again. Already though, this perfect woman had brought him close to the edge a couple of times. As he glanced around Miranda's office to find something to distract his mind from what Miranda was doing to him, Shepard caught sight of his reflection in the glass window a few feet away.
Shepard's breath nearly left his lungs as he got a perfect side-view of what was happening. Miranda's body looked absolutely perfect on top of his. Shepard loved watching how her back wriggled as she rode his cock, and the way that her ass jiggled wonderfully with every bounce.
Though it was a beautiful sight, there was something else that Shepard wanted to see even more. Pushing his feet against the ground, he turned the chair slightly. Miranda slowed her motions at the sound of the legs scraping across the floor.
Shepard managed to turn the chair to the side so that the reflection in the window showed his cock buried deep inside of Miranda's pussy. With his one hand still grabbing onto her ass, Shepard tugged at Miranda's ass cheek to spread them apart. Shepard's hips instinctively thrust up against Miranda's at the sight of her body.
Miranda pulled her head away from Shepard's neck and glanced over her shoulder to look at the reflection. "Fuck," she sighed as she gave a little bounce on Shepard's cock.
"You're absolutely perfect," Shepard murmured into her ear.
Miranda turned back and smiled at Shepard. For a second it looked to be strained before it gave way to something more genuine. Miranda brought her lips back down onto Shepard's as she started to bounce on his cock again.
In between kisses, Shepard watched their reflections in the window. It was amazing to see Miranda's beautiful ass bouncing up and down on his lap as his cock was swallowed up by her pussy. Shepard continued to gently play with her clit. He knew that she was loving it from the wondrous sounds she was making and the way that her pussy kept clenching tightly around his shaft.
"Shepard!" Miranda gasped. Her pussy was quivering around his cock.
Miranda's back arched, shoving her breasts against him, as an orgasm tore through her body. Her pussy tightened up incredibly around his cock. Miranda gasped for air as her face fell down against Shepard's shoulder. She gently bit his skin as her hips writhed against his.
Shepard groaned audibly at the sensation of Miranda tightening up around him. She sagged slightly in his lap, leaning against his muscular frame as she quickly caught her breath. Shepard loved the sight of their reflection in the window as Miranda rested against him and her pussy swallowed up every inch of his cock.
After only a few seconds, Miranda tried to move again but her knees shook and gave way beneath her. "Just give me a second," Miranda huffed quietly as she rubbed her thighs.
Shepard chuckled. "Too much of your own medicine?"
Miranda stared at him blankly before rolling her eyes. "Come on, you still need to cum again." Miranda started to try to ride him again. She managed to slowly slide up his cock before dropping back down.
"Here," Shepard said, reaching around to place his hands beneath Miranda's ass. He gripped her firmly and lifted her up until just the head of his cock was inside of her. "Let me take over for a bit."
Miranda let out a short giggle as Shepard dropped her back down onto his cock. He lifted her back up again and repeated the motions. Miranda sighed contently. "I could get used to this."
Shepard grunted in reply as he dropped Miranda onto him again. Her pussy clenched around his cock as he lifted her back up, determined to try to keep him inside of her for as long as possible. Miranda was enjoying Shepard showing off his strength as she smiled brightly at him. She cupped her breasts in her hand, gently rubbing them while giving Shepard an alluring look.
"Maybe next time I'll have to see how you respond to these," Miranda told Shepard as she jiggled her breasts up and down in her hands. "Maybe they'll help you with your treatment."
Miranda's words just entered one ear and flew out the other. Shepard's mind was entirely focused on Miranda's silky pussy that was surrounding his cock. He could feel himself twitching inside of her again as he lifted her up and dropped her back down onto his cock.
Miranda eyed Shepard seductively, licking her lips at the sight of him panting beneath her. "Are you close to cumming?" She whispered with her pouty lips.
"Yes," Shepard panted as his hips thrust upwards to meet Miranda's descending body.
"Good," Miranda grinned as she placed her hands back onto Shepard's shoulders.
Finally recovered, Miranda took over from Shepard. She bounced on his cock easily. Shepard let himself relax back into the chair as he grabbed Miranda's hips. He helped to make her bounces more forceful as he grew closer and closer to his impending orgasm.
"Come on, Shepard," Miranda blew her warm breath into his ear. "Cum inside me."
Shepard slammed Miranda's hips down onto his as he came for the second time that night. Miranda threw her arms around Shepard's shoulders and held him close as she subtly rocked her hips. Miranda's pussy pumped Shepard's cock. Shepard thrust himself up into Miranda to try to bury his cock even deeper inside of her as he shot out wave after wave of cum inside of her.
It felt incredible cumming inside of Miranda's tight pussy. She was nibbling on his earlobe and whispering quietly into his ear as she coaxed out the last bit of cum from his cock with her pussy. Shepard let out a shuddering groan as his body relaxed again.
"Mm," Miranda moaned softly. She pulled her head back and looked Shepard in the eyes. "I'm so glad that you decided my treatment plan was for the best."
Shepard kissed Miranda again. His tongue slid past her lips and he relished in the taste of her mouth. "Just remember," he said as he broke off the kiss. "We're having a date, this Friday night."
"Trust me, Shepard," Miranda chuckled. "I'll be looking forward to it all week."
The pair stayed there for several minutes, holding each other tightly. Eventually though, a ping came through on Miranda's terminal letting her know that she had work to get back too.
With a reluctant sigh, Miranda pushed herself off of Shepard's chest. Shepard helped her to her feet, immediately regretting the loss of her body on top of his. When his cock slid out of her, a mixture of Miranda's juices and Shepard's cum dribbled out of her pussy and onto the floor.
"Hang on," Miranda said just as Shepard made to stand up.
Miranda dropped onto her knees in front of Shepard and grabbed his slick, softened cock. She quickly popped it into her mouth. Shepard groaned quietly as Miranda's tongue swirled around his cock. After a few seconds, Miranda finished sucking it clean. She gave him a sultry smile as she got back up to her feet. "Now you can get dressed."
As Shepard walked over towards his discarded uniform, he kept an eye on Miranda. Even after fucking her twice, he still couldn't keep his eyes off of her perfect body as she bent over to pick up her own uniform off of the floor.
Shepard quickly got himself dressed and did what he could to make himself look presentable. He sighed as he took in his reflection in the window. He'd have to go back up to his cabin to change into some fresh clothes.
Miranda reflection suddenly appeared over Shepard's shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his midsection. Shepard turned around to see that she had gotten dressed and put her hair into a messy bun. "I'll come check up on your vitals later tonight."
"After everyone else has gone to bed?" Shepard chuckled.
Miranda smiled up at him. "Perhaps."
Shepard grinned and kissed Miranda again. "I'll be looking forward to it."
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