A/N: Had a lot of fun writing this one, I feel. Got a real burst of inspiration whilst writing it~

Do enjoy~

Temporal Glasses

Chapter 5: The Office I

It didn't take long to near the office proper.

And much like in the original timeline, he found Ajax, Achilles and Leander outside attending to the small border outside the office itself.

They were in the same positions as he remembered. Ajax was stood behind her two sisters leaning on a shovel, Leander was gracefully kneeling as she used a trowel and Achilles was next to her, gloves on her hands as she dug into the dirt with enthusiasm – the emotion locked onto her grinning visage in her time-frozen state. The sight aroused the Commander more than he wanted to admit – and with a snap of his fingers he rendered them all naked, unwilling to undress them manually. Not when he was so damn horny.

He licked his lips unconsciously as he ran his eyes over them, approaching the trio. Ajax mostly had her back to him, allowing his eyes to run down her toned back and quite peachy behind, his left hand coming to settle on her nice ass and cop a feel. His fingers drifted down to the back of her thighs before he unashamedly grabbed her hips and turned the cruiser to face him, his gaze going to her neat lilac bush before running up her front, admiring her taut belly and plump tits. His hands came up to grope the latter; hefting her boobs up and just savouring the feel of them in his palms, knowing that Ajax would never let him do so had she been conscious.

''Hm, now that I think about it I can pay you back for being such a sadist to me all the time.'' The Commander thought aloud, a lustful smirk curling at his lips. ''Payback's a bitch, eh?''

Naturally Ajax didn't respond, her expression stuck in one of disinterest, but if anything that just fuelled the lust in his loins – his right hand remaining on her breast whilst his left went down, snaking over her hip and down to her ass – before he brought his hand down hard in a smack, spanking her. The way her flesh rippled from the strike just tempted him to do it again, then again; each impact rendering her cheek redder than before. His fingers sunk into her ass cheek a moment later as he gave it a firm squeeze, caressing it almost before he delivered another harsh spank.

''Like that?'' The Commander murmured into her ear, pushing his groin up against hers and rubbing his cock against her. ''Getting spanked like the naughty bitch you are?''

Just saying such a thing to Ajax, knowing that she'd had smacked him had she been conscious, only turned him on more. Grinning broadly now he unhanded her soft tit and put his hand on her shoulder instead, pushing Ajax down to her knees and leaving her at perfect eye-level with his crotch – his erect cock throbbing in her face. Two fingers nudged between her lips and forced them open just enough for him to stick his dick in, anticipation rapidly swelling within him as he slipped it in.

And then euphoria hit as he got his cock in her mouth, moaning blissfully as he eased himself into her warm embrace. The heat of her mouth felt just delightful and he pursed her lips around his dick as much as possible, adding that little bit of extra friction as he started rocking his hips back-and-forth, thrusting betwixt her lips and easing himself over her tongue. After just a few thrusts he grabbed her head with both hands; hissing with thinly-veiled pleasure as he jammed his dick inside,

''Hnf, fuck you're probably good at giving head.'' The Commander murmured, weaving his fingers between her lilac locks and yanking her head into his crotch – unashamed of being rough with her.

If anything Ajax's sadistic tendencies encouraged him to be rough with her; a groan passing his lips as he buried her nose into his crotch, stumbling a step further and forcing the cruiser to arch her back; leaving him standing over her as he jammed his cock down into her gullet. He could feel her saliva smear around his shaft and he couldn't stop his moans from spilling out past his lips; sheer excitement throbbing down his cock as it dipped down her throat.

Then he pulled out, his cock glistening with her spit and throbbing in her face. As tempting as it was to keep face-fucking Ajax though he wanted something more – tempting him to push her down flat and lay atop her, grinning as he pushed legs apart and rubbed his cock-head down her groin and to her slit, her petals parting-

-and molten pleasure hit him as he speared into Ajax's tight pussy. Vaguely he remembered that she'd never actually been with anyone, a fact made blissfully apparent to him as her virgin insides strangled his cock – so tight it took his breath away and purged him of any rational thought. The Commander enjoyed the smothering tightness for a long moment, his dick throbbing against the hot walls that pressed down on him, before with a moan of effort he pulled partway out and jammed himself back inside, starting to move.

''Hah, hnf, nn...'' Grunts spilled from his lips as he moved, his palms pressing against the hard ground as he lifted himself up – allowing him to look down and admire her pretty face.

Then a second later he dove down and kissed her. Even in her time-frozen state the mere act was enthralling, her lips soft and still parted slightly, his constant thrusts sending vibrations through her body so subtle it almost made it seem like she was conscious – though the lack of mocking jeers and smug smirks told him she wasn't. The thought of them irritated the Commander, easily able to envision a smug smirk curling at Ajax's glossy pink lips, his gaze falling to her sizeable chest as it jiggled lightly from his pounding.

His right hand shifted over, fingers digging into her soft tit and groping it roughly, his thumb finding her nipple and rolling it about before doing under her breast; fondling her chest without reprieve. The memory of her sadistic smugness though tempted his gaze higher, to her neck, and in a heartbeat his right hand darted up and grabbed her neck – fingers curling around it and sinking in, choking her out.

''Hah!'' Even in her unconscious state her pussy suddenly tightened, her sudden snugness making every thrust so much more intense. ''Guess you... mn, l-like getting dommed huh?!''

No answer came but he didn't care; grunting gutturally like a beast as he slammed his dick inside of her, his flesh smacking against her own hard and fast. Just seeing his hand around her neck was so exciting he couldn't stop his hips now even if he wanted to; his dick propelled into her clenching vice and kissing her innermost parts like a battering ram, every smothering grip of her pussy threatening to make him bust.

A desire he didn't even try to resist, panting and pressing his body down against hers, his thrusts short and harsh. The rapid slaps of flesh echoed in his ears and his gaze darted down, glueing to their connected parts and watching his shaft disappear between her nether lips, the sight joined by the slick heat that swallowed his dick up. He thought about what it'd be like to cum inside her; the pleasure, the satisfaction, the knowledge he'd just pinned one of his cheeky subordinates to the ground and knocked her up, got her pregnant, fucked her up-!

''S-Shit!''

The cavalcade of lewd phrases was what truly pushed him over the edge, heat shooting up his cock – and with a loud moan the Commander busted his load inside of Ajax, thick gushes of semen splattering across her walls or pumping straight into her womb; his cock-head kissing her cervix and delivering his hot creamy load into her cradle. Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock, his back taut and sharp shudders jerking their way up his spine, every last drop of cum milked from him by her tight embrace.

And then with a deep groan he pulled out. His tip slipped from between her lips and he pressed it down against her groin immediately after pulling out, her lilac pubes tickling his dick as he squished his meat against her, a bead of cum dribbling from his tip and onto her creamy skin. He smeared it in almost idly, rubbing his tip along her crotch and drawing a little necklace of white across it.

''God that was worth it.'' The Commander murmured as he unhanded her neck, noticing the red choke marks leftover – the sight making his dick twitch happily.

A hint of strawberry blonde hair though tempted his gaze over to his right – and lust shined in his eyes as he found himself looking at a kneeling Leander, knelt as she was. Without a word he shuffled away from Ajax and snaked his arms around Leander from behind, his hands cupping her medium-sized breasts and copping a lustful feel. The fact he could do it so casually, not even having to care about being sensual or playful but just felt her up as much as he wanted, was what really turned him on.

He leaned into that particular brand of lust; his hands wandering from her breasts further down. He touched her stomach and sides, palms flush against her skin as he traced them down to her hips and then to her groin, his right hand brushing over her shaved sex and teasing her nether lips, pushing and prodding before teasing her entrance, only to then let his hand wander to her inner-thighs and grope them too. There was no pattern to his wandering palms, just senseless lust that demanded he touch her as much as possible, that he burn her figure into his mind even if that meant feeling her up in the most literal manner.

His dick though soon ached for more sex, for more pleasure. With a groan the Commander wrapped his arms around Leander's stomach and lifted her up enough that he could get his dick in close, his tip grazing her lips before he guided himself in – and pleasure struck like a lightning bolt as he went inside. He moaned into Leander's hair and started to move immediately, humping her more than he did fuck her; his cock jammed up between her petals and into her hot tunnel, every thrust making her insides tense up and grant him even greater pleasure.

''Hah! Fuck!'' He swore, hugging her close like he was the only thing holding her up – his hips jerking harshly upwards as he buried his dick in her.

With her hair in his face he could almost block out his surroundings, pretending he was somewhere else. That he had just stripped Leander naked in an alleyway and was currently fucking her senseless, her body limp as he did so. The sensations that assaulted him only aided in that delusion; the sweet fragrance of her hair, the softness of her skin as he grabbed her breasts, the attractive curve of her ass as his groin smacked up against it, sending ripples echoing across her cheeks with every powerful impact.

The sound of their flesh slapping together positively flooded the air around him, proving to be the only thing he could hear. His hands though weren't sure where to settle; frantically alternating between fondling her nice, soft tits or holding her sides or even just wrapping around her stomach and holding her back against him, lifting her up and off of her tiptoes with every frantic jerk of his hips, his cock buried deep inside her tight tunnel. A tunnel that wept as he ploughed it, her wetness easing him into her depths that little bit more.

''Goddammit you feel so good.'' The Commander groaned into Leander's ear. ''I still remember when we got stuck in that closet together, because of – mn – Achilles's prank... how your ass pushed up against my dick, fuck... what I wouldn't give to be back there just so I could fuck you...''

Granted had he tried that back then and there she would've been startled beyond belief, but the thought was still lewd in his mind; groans of pure euphoria escaping him as he stuffed his dick up into her. His left hand fondled her breast while his right held onto her groin, her loins embracing his cock lovingly every time he sheathed himself within her – honey dribbling down his dick as she got wet from his rough, unrelenting fucking.

The thought just inspired fresh lewd ideas in his mind – what was Leander into? She seemed so pure and kind but he was perfectly pleasant to his subordinates himself, even though he held a secret, burning lust for them. Maybe she liked having her hair pulled. Or getting spanked and slapped. Or maybe she preferred oral play more, or cuddle-fucking, or any number of things – outside of a few extreme kinks Leander seemed to him like the type to be into all sorts of kinks.

Just thinking about Leander being into them, her sweet cries filling his head as she was banged in all sorts of ways – it was too much.

''Mn- fuck!''

With a harsh shout the Commander busted his load inside Leander's tight pussy, the snug heat of her insides coaxing out a torrent of ivory seed that splattered across her insides – his dick buried in deep and throbbing with every extra load he delivered. He tried to move but his hips locked up, such was the intensity of his orgasm; rendering him able to simply hug Leander from behind and do nothing but moan as he creampied her.

Then with a staggered moan he let his dick slip out; stumbling back a half-step and leaving Leander frozen in a bent-over position, her knees bent inwards and ass stuck back out towards him. After a long moment his semen started to dribble out from betwixt her lips, drooling down her inner-thigh and working its way towards her knee. He would've stopped to watch the entrancing sight had he not he not remembered Achilles's presence, drawing his gaze onto her.

Though she didn't really stand out compared to the more buxom ships on base, Achilles was quite the looker. Peppy, upbeat and not afraid to throw a few flirtatious words his way to catch him off-guard, she was someone he'd been oddly fond of despite not talking with her all that often. However he couldn't sample her body as well when she was squatting down by the flower bed – a thought that convinced him to grab her by her underarms and haul her up to her feet, straightening her legs out in the process until she was standing stiffly, and then turned her towards him.

Her ample bust was what caught his attention first; lust reigniting within him as he soaked in the sight of those big jugs that so often seemed to strain her shirts. He copped a feel but his gaze was quick to run down her smooth stomach and to her womanhood, a neat trim of hair framing her slit and practically providing a target for his tip; said tip drawing a circle around her sex before going up-and-down her slit, teasing himself with the gentle friction, of feeling her warmth against his cock-head.

''Haah...'' The Commander let out a low, shuddering breath. ''Now... how should I fuck you?''

The fact she was frozen in time limited his options somewhat – cowgirl and other such positions were just becoming a bit of a hassle. After a second of thought he made up his mind, lips curving up into a now-familiar perverted grin as he grabbed her nice ass and hauled her up, carrying her and quickly reaching down with his free hand, guiding his bulbous cock-head to her lips. The tip missed the hole on the first try but he didn't get frustrated, trying again-

-and then moaned as he got it in, easing Achilles down all the way and burying his cock in her snug pussy. Just sticking his dick inside of her felt downright heavenly, a moan passing his lips as he immediately started to bounce her up-and-down, his fingers digging into her shapely ass and getting his cock deep in her – feeling her depths clench around the head. The sensation made his cock throb within her, his breath bundling in his throat before escaping as a ragged moan, unable to be quelled.

''Hah, yeah, god fuck yes...!'' The Commander rasped, stealing a rough, clumsy kiss before tucking his head into her neck, peppering it with kisses as he dropped her onto his dick. ''You're so good...!''

The cruiser offered no response, naturally, but if anything that just made the Commander fuck her more – his left hand remaining on her behind whilst his right went up her front, grabbing a greedy handful of her left tit and fondling it as he bounced her rougher – every ounce of friction bordering on euphoric with how sensitive he still was. When he unhanded her breast moments later he pulled her torso against his own as much as possible, loving the feeling of her breasts pushing against his chest, the skin contact only heightening the sheer lewdness of the situation.

''Mn...!'' The Commander grunted, pulling back and stealing a quick kiss. ''God you're beautiful, you know that?''

Just saying that to her face, even if she failed to react, was just one of many inexplicable turn-ons for him, another moan spilling past his lips as he started to walk-and-fuck Achilles – each step slow and a bit awkward when he was busy jamming the busty cruiser down his dick, but the sheer audacity of such an act fuelled his lust that little bit more, his steps continuing until he reached the stairs.

There he had to stop long enough to ascend, but the moment he crested the top step he resumed full-force; gritting his teeth as he stuffed his cock between her gleaming folds, his tip kissing her cervix as if trying to bash through it and fuck her very womb. The prospect was impossible but the thought just made him try nonetheless, his chest tight as he pushed hips to the limit, ploughing Achilles like his very life depended on it.

And then he lifted her up and off of his dick.

The change between hot wet pussy and mild afternoon air was stark, his cock pulsing, but without missing a beat the Commander hurriedly laid Achilles down over the steps, leaving her slumped against them and providing a generous view of her whole body for him – something that came in handy as his right hand dropped to his cock and stroked him off swiftly, every roll of his wrist sending bursts of white-hot pleasure up to the tip of his dick.

''H-Haah, oh fuck...!'' The Commander moaned as he beat his meat, staring at her, ogling her. Tits. Pussy. Stomach. Thighs. Shoulders. Face. Pussy. Pussy.

And then with a sharp intake of breath he peaked, cum erupting from his cock in ropes of white that splatted against her stomach and up between her breasts, two thick ropes draping themselves across her face whilst many more layered over her bountiful breasts and smooth tummy, layering over themselves in a glistening white mess. His legs quaked as he came and he knelt down on one, aiming his cock at her groin in particular and shooting the rest of his cum onto it, moaning as he painted her fair skin a creamy white; dribbles of it running down one of her thighs.

Panting heavily from the force of his orgasm the Commander just stared at Achilles's cum-covered self for a long minute, catching his breath and admiring his naked subordinate, every detail etched into memory. Then when he had recovered he stood, leaving Achilles on the steps of the command building as he walked past her and opened the front door; wandering on inside.

The interior was the same as in the original timeline, expectedly, but he wasn't here for the architecture. No, his main focus right now was on the three beautiful capital ships sat in the small waiting area just off to the right of the front door; a trio of comfy armchairs occupied by Enterprise, Essex and then New Jersey off to the right. He contemplating snapping his fingers and making them naked but resisted for a change, instead wandering over to them.

''What to do, what to do...'' He murmured to himself, one hand coming down to stroke his cock.

Many ideas came to mind, his eyes straying to their breasts, but he decided against giving himself a titfuck. Instead he approached Enterprise and carefully pulled her shoulders forwards, bending her forth a little and leaving his dick in her face; a quick, easy parting of her lips providing a hole – and with a moan the Commander sheathed himself between her lips, his cock coming to rest upon her wet tongue.

Pushing her hat off he grabbed the sides of her head and started to use her mouth for his own pleasure; moaning unashamedly as he pumped in-and-out between her plump pink lips. Gods, the amount of times he'd looked at them and thought about how they'd feel to have around his cock – and now they were, so soft as they pressed against his sticky wet cock, her nose bumping against his groin as he shamelessly stuffed his whole shaft in her mouth, fucking it with moans abound.

And then he pulled out, shuffled over – and then put his dick in Essex's mouth. Her lips were slimmer he noted, pursing his own but failing to truly stifle his groans as he gripped Essex's twin-tails and yanked her head into his crotch, his balls slapping against her chin with how fast and deep he went.

''Hnf... wonder if you and Enterprise would do a... ah, a blowjob contest, eh?'' The Commander puffed out between grunts, staring into Essex's unseeing eyes as he face-fucked her. ''Which of you is better at sucking cock I wonder?''

It felt so embarrassing to say it to her face but he got off on it; the dirty talk, the vulgarity, the sheer lust he acted with without a care – it was liberating. His cock too was liberated from her mouth a moment later as he pulled out, stumbling for a second before he found his way in front of New Jersey, pulling her torso forwards and guiding his cock to her lips – before with a tight sight he let her get a good taste of his dick too.

Compared to the two carriers her lips felt just as plump, but they had a more rosy colour to them. Whether that was lipstick or just their natural colour he didn't know nor truly care, just grunting and puffing as he pumped his shaft between them, the tip sliding over her raised tongue before hitting the back of her throat, prompting him to pull back and repeat the motion. It felt so good even after all the sex he'd had thus far, his rampant lust refusing to let even the simplest of sensations grow dull.

Honestly he felt like he could continue banging his subordinates for days on end and not get tired of it. Maybe he was just pent-up and so desperate for an outlet, or maybe it was that this felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he wanted to make the most of it. Maybe both, even.

''I wonder if you gave blowjobs to patrons at the bar.'' The Commander murmured, dirty-talking to the frozen New Jersey. ''I'm like ninety-percent sure you were doing stuff like that there. How many dicks did you take, huh? I never asked Akashi if that counter on the glasses tracked how many blowjobs you gave, just how many times you did it with a guy... fuck...''

Just saying it aloud brought on a whole new wave of lewd possibilities. It only tracked sex with a partner, presumably only male unless something like a strap-on or something was used, then maybe it'd count. However that meant all the girls he'd seen on base, all the numbers shown... who knows how much head they gave? Or how many times partners went down on them? Or how many times they stripped and got frisky with their partners but never went further than some foreplay, whether by choice or interruptus?

Gods just thinking about it turned him on so much. How many gangbangs were they involved in, with just one or two guys maybe banging them but a dozen dicks sucked and slurped? How many times did they hook up with someone and blow them in the park behind a tree, or in an alleyway, or at a hotel or at the beach or hell even on a park bench while they were drunk? He could see it now, almost. Achilles servicing a guy with her mouth at a hotel. Columbia riding a guy with a smug smirk as she blew two other men, her tongue-tip teasing the slit of a dick. Benson happily being bukkaked with Bailey by her side, their faces drenched in sticky white streaks. Allen being spitroasted while she was drunk off her ass, moaning shamelessly as she was cummed in from both ends.

So many other subordinates came to mind. Baltimore taking one in her pussy and ass as she sucked and stroked cocks around her. Enterprise obediently sucking the dick of an older man in a hotel room, submissive and breedable as always. Essex and a club patron grinding on on another until the dude came in his pants. New Jersey happily whisking a lucky patron behind the bar and giving him head, her wet slurps hidden by the pounding bass of the bar and none of the other bunny-girls noticing her lascivious act.

The thought was hot. With New Jersey's lips currently around his cock, it was divine.

''F-Fuck!''

He pulled his cock out, the tip leaving her plump lips – and then not a second later he busted a fat load all over New Jersey's face. Ropes of sticky whiteness splattered across her cheeks, her nose, her upper lip and doused her tongue in plentiful spurts, his balls seeming to have no end of cum to spurt as he layered his cum over her face. It was pure luck she got none in her eyes, his cock tilted down enough to avoid that and focusing on her mouth mainly; her bottom lip and chin soon coated in sticky white fluid too.

Eventually though his orgasm began to wane – but the Commander was too horny to stop now.

A snap of his fingers and her clothes were gone. Even as his orgasm eased he yanked her legs out and folded them on top of her, mating-pressing New Jersey into the armchair and getting on top of her, his tip grazing her opening – and then he was inside of her, shouting in pleasure as he forced his cock in up to the hilt and started to fuck New Jersey like a beast in heat, his flesh smacking harshly against her own as he drove his dick into her depths.

There was no rhythm, no passion nor care, just senseless, vicious mating. With her legs pressed against her chest and his balls hitting her ass he roughly mating-pressed the genki Battleship into the couch, stuffing her pussy to the brim and dimly wondering how the other men who fucked her did so. Carried her about, bouncing her on their dicks? Pinned her flat and rammed up into her? Bent her over and ploughed her raw? So many positions, so many possibilities, and the fact he was pressing her into the couch only made them so much hotter.

''Hah! God-fucking-!'' He couldn't even curse without another exhale or moan interrupting him – his hips afire from moving so hard, so fast, but he couldn't stop – fucking New Jersey like she was the last woman on the planet, and that this was his last chance to repopulate humanity.

He was still hypersensitive from his previous orgasm as well, a burning, fiery need sweeping down his dick as he felt her vaginal walls clamp around him. She wasn't wet in the slightest but the spit and other fluids on his dick helped ease him in well enough, and he imagined had she been conscious his roughness would've been mighty unappreciated, but in that moment he didn't care; simply pounding the buxom beauty raw with the sole intent of knocking her the fuck up.

Her tight tunnel clenched around him in return, guiding his cock into her depths and smothering him with her searing heat, her walls clenching especially tight just under the tip – threatening to make him cum so soon. Yet even as he tried to resist the inevitable he was quickly approaching his peak, his stamina not yet recovered thanks to putting it in right after fucking her mouth so wildly.

Then suddenly, he peaked.

''Fuck!'' With a shout of pleasure the Commander busted his nut inside of New Jersey, gripping her shins thighs tightly as he pressed her into the couch – pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her waiting womb, his tip kissing her cervix as if to make sure not a single drop spilled out.

How long his orgasm lasted he wasn't sure, the intensity of it stealing his track of time, but eventually the rush waned and the Commander groaned – pulling out with a breathless sigh. New Jersey's legs remained up, frozen in time and incidentally meaning his cum would be unlikely to leak out; kept within her womanhood like a reservoir.

However even after such an intense orgasm his dick refused to go down; pleasure tingling the tip as he throbbed back to full hardness in moments. He hissed at how sensitive he was, staring at his dick for a second before letting his gaze drift over to the other two women in the room – Enterprise, and Essex. His staring lasted only a few moments before lust got the better of him and he marched over to Enterprise, his fingers quickly going for the buttons of her white blouse.

They came undone in seconds; buttons threaded through the holes one by one and opening her open up, showing him some cleavage, then her rather lacy black bra that pushed her nice chest up, then her stomach and waist. Only when her top was fully unbuttoned did he cease, soaking in the sight of her bra for a long moment before opting to reach around her back and unclip it, carefully removing it while keeping her shirt and jacket on. The aforementioned black jacket soon also found itself on the floor with her bra, leaving her torso clad only in her now-unbuttoned white blouse.

''Haah...'' Exhaling a lust-filled breath the Commander lifted Enterprise up and took her seat; pulling the tall carrier onto his lap sideways, her legs over his and leaving her back reclining against his right arm. ''God you're so fucking hot, Enty...''

Just saying it aloud only fuelled his lust further – the admission making him want to do even more. However he reigned in that desire for the moment, his left hand rising and cupping her right tit gently, sinking his fingers into her soft flesh and slowly groping her. Though she didn't react her expression was locked into a light smile, unintentionally encouraging him to touch her more, caressing her tits and waist, just touching her.

Then he laid his hand upon her thigh and pulled her close, burying his face into Enterprise's chest. He didn't quite motorboat her but he certainly rested his face between her tits; slowly kissing her skin at his own pace and just savouring how nice and soft they felt as he pushed his cheeks against them. Without a bra they weren't pushed up as much but he hardly minded, just toying with her chest and resting against it. After a moment he let his left hand shift between her legs, tucking her panties to one side and rubbing her pussy too.

She was like a doll, in that instant. Not a person, who he had to be mindful of and whose feelings had to be considered. He didn't have to worry about keeping the mood going or not doing anything too weird – he could just strip her naked and jerk off to her if he so pleased. He could lay her on his bed and dry-hump her to completion, he could cuddle and kiss her, he could fuck her raw until he simply couldn't nut anymore; she was his to play with.

The lustful thought stirred him from his half-hearted motorboating, having spent easily a couple minutes doing just that. With a low grunt he removed his face from her chest and instead scooped Enterprise up his arms, carrying her over to Essex's chair and leaving her next to it for a second – long enough for him to push Essex on her back and pull her legs wide open. Her blue dress was hiked up enough that he could admire her sleek black pantyhose – pantyhose that he soon grabbed and ripped, forming an uneven hole in the crotch area and revealing the blue panties underneath.

He pulled those panties to the side, groaning as he stroked his cock a little. ''Fuck, why are you both so hot...''

No answers came naturally but the Commander didn't mind, his lust rising to new heights as he pushed Enterprise on top of Essex – spending a moment to adjust their legs so he could access both of their pussies without much trouble. He flipped Enterprise's skirt up and got behind her, excitement trembling up his swollen shaft as the tip kissed her opening, dipped inside-

-and a sharp moan fled his throat as he slammed inside, stuffing himself up to the hilt in Enterprise's snug womanhood. The way her insides clamped down on his dick felt heavenly and he wasted no time with thrusting, grunts spilling from his lips as he began to pump between her puffy folds like a beast. Both of his hands grabbed her hips in an unyielding grip, sheathing himself into her depths and clapping her ass in the process.

''Haah, fuck...! You're so tight...'' The Commander groaned out, shoving her skirt up a little more before bringing his hand down; spanking Enterprise. ''Nice ass too...''

An ass he admired as he pounded her from behind, ripples spreading over her cheeks as he buried his cock inside of her – groans forced past his lips as he felt her tight heat clamp down on his shaft. The fluids smeared across his cock let him slam in without issue, kissing her innermost parts with his hurried, vigorous thrusts... and then without warning he pulled out. He shuddered at the sharp contrast of temperature, tempting him to stick the tip back in and jerk off the shaft, just enjoying the feeling of putting only the tip in Enterprise's pussy.

Then he shifted down, lined up – and moaned as he sheathed his cock inside of Essex. She was just as tight and clamped around him as he began to pound her; harsh, eager thrusts burying him betwixt her petals and kissing her cervix. Her loins seized around his length, pressing down on his dick on all sides but his pace didn't sloe even slightly; his pace ragged at first but quickly gaining rhythm as he got more into it, arching his back as he buried himself down into her clingy pussy.

''Hah... haah...!'' The position was slightly awkward since there was only so much space on the armchair, prompting him to grab Essex's hips and pull her towards him more, her legs dangling on either side of him. ''Fuck Enty, your 'kouhai' feels so good...!''

He could almost imagine their expressions in his mind, the embarrassment of Enterprise and the pleasure of Essex – coaxing a groan from his throat as he kept at it, jamming his dick into Essex's lovely pussy. The constant smacking of flesh filled his ears and he lost himself in the movements, sometimes slowing down and doing longer thrusts or swapping to shorter, faster thrusts, taking no more than a couple inches out before he promptly stuffed them back inside Essex's increasingly-wet hole.

Then on a whim he pulled out, got up and stuck his dick back into Enterprise, groaning through gritted teeth as he fucked her instead. He was rougher with her, hands on her hips and yanking her ass back towards him as he stuffed her snug womanhood to the brim, her hole clamping down on him like the tightest of vices. He relished it, puffing out laboured moans between grunts and slamming his hips forth without hesitation, his throbbing cock squeezed by Enterprise's insides.

Over and over again he swapped between the two fleet carriers; ploughing Enterprise's pussy before swapping to Essex's own. The changing positions, the slight differences of their insides, the tweaked angles; all of it just made it impossible to decide which one to cum inside. His thrusts began faster and he swapped between both faster, trying to aim for less than half-a-minute in each – eager to see which one would push him over the edge.

It didn't take long.

''H-Haah!''

Thirty seconds was up and he pulled out of Essex, jamming his cock into Enterprise's glistening, slippery hole and sheathing himself up to the hilt. His hands settled on her waist and he rammed into her relentlessly, stuffing his cock between her searing walls, his balls tensing-

-and then at last he came, growling through gritted teeth as he emptied his balls within the tall carrier – thick gushes of semen splattering across her walls and no doubt flooding her womb too. Her tightness only helped squeeze it out of him, his thrusts becoming ragged and uneven as he spent as much cum as he could; spurt after spurt poured into her slick pussy until he simply had no more to give.

Then and only then did the Commander pull out, puffing out a heavy breath as he did so. His dick twitched and throbbed from the stimulation but he didn't care, simply backing up a step and admiring his two fucked-raw subordinates. Even though he hadn't creampied Essex, the sight of her quivering slit was still an entrancing one.

''Heh... guess you lost to Enterprise again, Essex.'' The Commander purred to himself.

Neither responded, naturally, but he chuckled all the same at his joke.

Then he turned his eyes onto the stairs, eager to get a taste of the others up there too.

[END]

A/N: Made small mention of it, since the original Magic Glasses fic caused some confusion; the glasses only track how many male partners the Ship-Girls had sex with, thus not including things like oral, non-penetrative sex (grinding, etc.) or yuri. Hope that little titbit clears it up a little~

That said, see you next time in Chapter 6: The Office II~