A/N: Thus, the time-stop portion of this fic now begins~

As spied last chapter, the Commander in this fic will be horrendously horny all the time, heh. Letting his desires run wild and all that. The path of the story will also follow the one in Magic Glasses; that is, to the office, then to the cafeteria, back to office and then to the hospital, all whilst ploughing ships on the way~

That aside, do enjoy~

Temporal Glasses

Chapter 2: The Workshop

The Commander opened his eyes.

For a moment he was confused. Lingering remnants of his dream, of having sex with Observer Alpha, clung to his mind like brain fog. The ceiling above didn't grant him many answers either; the concrete cold and a bit damp with no obvious identifiers, the lack of information soon pushing him to lift his head.

And immediately recognise his surroundings; he was in Akashi's workshop. The tables, the machinery left out in locations that would be considered hazardous had she been anyone else, the blueprints both finished and not scattered under desks or in overstuffed cupboards; all of it was so familiar it left him baffled why he was even here. Last thing he remembered was Observer Alpha saying goodbye to him, then darkness...

Then he remembered what she had offered him. Why he'd even stuck his dick inside the Siren in first place. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew even if she hadn't offered him the chance to replay the day he'd still have done it. It wasn't every day you were literally asked to fuck a Siren.

Shaking his head the Commander grabbed onto a nearby wooden beam and stumbled to his feet, his legs weak but his strength returning fast as he brushed off his sleepiness. It was also then that the door at the far end of the room opened up, allowing the familiar form of Akashi to waddle inside, a pair of glasses in her hands. The same glasses that allowed him to see his subordinates nude he realised with a jolt of shock... and a wave of excitement that threatened to make a grin split his face, had he not controlled himself at the last second. No need to give the game away.

''...Commander? Why were you on the floor, nya?'' Akashi cocked her head as she approached, curious.

''Er...'' He didn't have a good excuse for that. ''Just resting my feet, don't worry – anyway, are these the real deal?''

The question easily distracted Akashi, who bristled. ''Of course nya! Do you think I'd scam you with a fake product Commander?''

''Honestly? Yeah, you would.''

Akashi whined and made some grandiose promises about how her scamming ways were 'all in the past' and she was now a 'reformed cat and merchant', but in truth the Commander was recalling what Observer Alpha told him about his newfound powers. The fact that she'd gone as far as setting up a realistic simulation was convincing enough for him that she'd hold up her end of the deal. Thus he focused, wishing that time itself would simply stop...

..and then before his eyes Akashi's movements slowed to a stop over the span of a second, soon locked in stasis. Even though he'd willed it to happen the sight still made him flinch in shock, a mixture of awe and wonder curling in his chest and blossoming into raw, eager excitement. The possibilities alone were endless – sure some things like paperwork could be done easier when he had effectively unlimited time, but really his mind turned to more lewd ideas; ideas he could never act upon before at risk of physical harm.

However he had one more thing to test – could he unfreeze time?

So he willed it to. Akashi remained frozen in place, expression unmoving... until after a second she started to react, time revving back up to its normal flow, but before it could reach that he willed it to stop once more. Time complied to his whims and Akashi went still once more, still stuck in the process of talking.

'So it takes several seconds to unfreeze. Good to know, no risk of me doing it by accident.' The Commander grinned pervertedly. 'Now... for the last trick...'

He raised his right hand up, snapped his fingers – and Akashi's clothes vanished. There was no flash, no glimmer nor glamour, but they simply ceased to exist like he'd deleted them out of existence. In their absence he got the same view he'd originally seen when he'd tried using the glasses, his gaze hungrily roaming over Akashi's flat chest and slim sides, her ribs defined with how petite she was. The green-white striped panties on her hips fitted her figure nicely and he daringly reached out, touching her sides experimentally. No reaction; her flesh depressed under his groping touch, but she didn't 'snap out of it', so to speak. She was practically a doll now.

His breathing grew heavy and the Commander looked down at her panties, almost about to snap his fingers – but instead he just shoved his hand into her panties, pulling them down himself. Her pussy laid itself bare to him; lips smooth and slim as he rubbed his fingers along her slit, his free hand grabbing his belt and undoing it hurriedly. It rattled about fruitlessly until he grabbed it with his other hand, all but ripping it off of his hips and shoving his pants down a second later, his boxers dropping a second later.

''Oh fuck.'' The Commander swore under his breath, stroking his hardening cock as he went back to stroking her pussy. ''This is so hot...''

The fact that she was immobile and unknowing, that she was practically just a doll now, was a kink he didn't know he had until that very moment – granting him the ability to do whatever lustful desires he wanted without needing to hold back. He didn't need to worry about suggesting something his partner might not like or doing something weird or even have to care about making sure they felt good too – he could do as he pleased for his own pleasure without feeling guilty, without needing to even think. If he wanted something, he could do it, and nobody would be any the wiser.

He licked his suddenly-dry lips as he looked over Akashi's petite figure. Though compared to many ships on the base she didn't have the most eye-catching figure he hardly cared; she was beautiful in her own way. And it was in part because of that fact that he wasn't sure where to start – should he take his time with her, experimenting and exploring at his leisure before finally sticking his dick in? Or should he just ram his cock into her smooth pussy and hammer her until he busted inside of her?

Then he reminded himself that he had a full base of girls waiting for him. Sure, Alpha said he had unlimited stamina and all that, but he wanted to get a good 'taste' of them all – there wasn't anything that said he couldn't come back and fuck them again later after all.

With that thought in mind the Commander pulled his fingers away from Akashi's slit, instead pushing his cock into her face. He had to bend her down a little to match his height but her body complied without resistance, joints stiff but moveable. He pushed two fingers between her lips then and spread her mouth open wider, eagerly guiding his cock between them – and a moan tumbled out of him as he sheathed himself inside of her mouth. Her tongue felt hot against the underside of his shaft and saliva dripped onto his cock, apparently unphased by the temporal disruption, but he ignored that tiny detail. It just made things easier for him after all.

Nudging her lips closed around his cock the Commander grabbed Akashi's head with one hand, a quivering moan lifting itself off of his tongue as he pulled out to the head – and a deeper, throatier moan slipped free as he sheathed himself back in. His free hand clutched onto a nearby desk for support, allowing him to focus solely on pushing-and-pulling Akashi's head into his crotch, enjoying her warm wet mouth like she was little more than a sex toy to pleasure him with.

''Haah... ahh fuck Akashi...'' The Commander moaned shamelessly, assured nobody could hear him. ''Your mouth feels so good... I've wanted to fuck you for so long. Goddamn wanted to press you into the floor after you charged me extra so many times, little scam-cat... wonder if you'd let me fuck you if I paid you enough...''

No responses came naturally but the fact he could admit it, that he could confess his deepest, most sinful and downright scandalous thoughts aloud only made it more arousing to him – his moans rising in volume as he yanked her down into his crotch, hitting the back of her throat. She didn't gag, only encouraging him to sheathe himself down her gullet with more force, his balls hitting her chin and his cock-head curving down the back of her throat, her small mouth struggling to accommodate his full shaft.

Feeling daring he shoved Akashi all the way down, a throaty groan leaving his lips as he felt her nose be squished into his crotch – and he kept her there. Seconds ticked by until he felt her throat muscles start to twitch and spasm around his cock, sending jolts of excitement through him, tempted to keep her there longer. However as thrilling as it was he stopped all the same, pulling his cock out and leaving some saliva dribbling down Akashi's bottom lip, her expression barely changed despite the rough face-fucking.

''Fuck, I need you.'' The Commander breathed huskily, pulling her back up against his cock.

Akashi naturally had no reaction. Nor did she react when he unceremoniously shoved her to the floor, her panties tugged off of her ankle before he shoved her slim legs wide apart, bearing her smooth pussy to him in full – the tip of his dick soon rubbing along it. The slight friction made him groan and he rocked his hips, teasingly nudging the tip against her entrance, until finally he stopped teasing himself and shoved himself inside her pussy.

A shout of pleasure left the Commander's lips nary a second later. She was tight. Hot flesh gripped his dick on all sides with all the tightness of a vice, her muscles seizing and gripping even in her time-frozen state, encouraging the Commander to grab her hips and start thrusting right off the bat, moaning hornily to himself as he jammed his cock inside – and 'jammed' was truly the only word for it. He didn't thrust, didn't move; he stuffed his cock into her tight, narrow pussy as hard and fast as he could, the ungodly tight grip she had on him rapidly pushing him to new heights of pleasure.

''Oh fuck! Akashi!'' The Commander cursed, grabbing her shoulder with one hand and supporting his weight with his other – strong, hurried thrusts slamming him all the way inside her pussy, barely managing to fit it all in. ''You're my onahole now, got it? I'll carry you around later and just use you when I want to...!''

The thought only fuelled his arousal, groans spilling past his lips in liberal quantities as he pounded her – the raw, rough slapping of flesh echoing throughout the workshop as he went balls-deep in the cat-girl, her pussy gripping him receptively the whole time. Whether it was pleasurable for her or hurt like hell he didn't know and, in that moment, didn't care – ploughing her tight hole with ravenous abandon, spending all his pent-up frustrations from a day of looking at his naked subordinates.

Due to the size difference between them kissing her was a bit awkward position-wise, so he slid his free hand onto her chest instead, groping at her flat chest. There wasn't much there to touch but the act itself was arousing, as was sliding his hand down under her body to grope at her small butt or tug on her tail, the little extra touches making her tighten around his cock more than she already was, squeezing the air from his lungs and leaving him groaning in senseless, wanton lust.

And perhaps because of his rough pace he felt like he was nearing his limit already – a tight, budding pressure scorching up his cock as he slammed it into Akashi, kissing the gates of her womb like a beast in heat and envisioning her squealing as he did so. The thought was what truly pushed him over the edge.

''Fuck-!''

With a shout of pleasure the Commander slammed into Akashi, burying himself up to the hilt as he came and shuddering in silent ecstasy; blissful jolts shocking his cock before a wave of relief passed up his groin as he emptied his balls inside her, her tight pussy squeezing out plenty of cum with every grip. Electric shocks jolted through his veins repeatedly, and the slightest twitch made his dick ache in the best way possible, all of his load poured inside the cat-girl.

''Haah... haah...'' Panting heavily the Commander leaned back, spending a long moment to just stare at Akashi, some of his semen leaking out around his shaft.

Then after a second he pulled out, feeling her walls cling to him before he slipped out; a steady dribble of cum now leaking out without his cock to plug her hole. Unbothered the Commander stumbled up to his knees, spending a moment to yank his lower garments back up but leaving his belt undone, just on the off-hand chance that time wasn't frozen across the whole base. That done he plucked Akashi up, her body surprisingly lightweight as he carried her over to the front door, ferrying her under his arm for when he wanted to use her again.

Pushing open the heavy workshop door the Commander walked out into the bright daylight, cringing slightly at it until his eyes adapted. It took just a few moments though before he was able to see once more, and even from his spot by the workshop he could spot multiple distant figures scattered around the base. Including four Destroyers a little ways down the path; the Allen M. Sumner girls.

A snap of the fingers, and all of them were in their underwear.

Another snap, and they were naked.

'Damn...'

They all looked amazing. Sure, he'd seen them all naked before, but as he walked up within speaking distance of them he got to admire every inch of skin in lustful detail. From the smooth curve to Allen's perky breasts to the slimness of Bristol's sides, to the curves on Ingraham or the neat trim of dark hair above Cooper's pussy; every aspect of them earned his utmost attention, so much so he felt almost spoiled for choice.

Setting the still-frozen Akashi down on the grass the Commander walked up to Allen first, her expression locked into a cheeky grin that just emphasised how cute she looked. Without missing a beat he groped her breasts from below, his fingers sinking into her perky tits and actually taking the time to grope her, savouring the sensation and burning it into memory, if only because he couldn't do the same to Akashi on account of her being flat. However his gaze quickly went to Cooper who was just a step behind Allen and his feet carried him over to her a second later, his left hand coming up and getting a nice handful of her tit too.

''Fuck...'' He practically hissed out, torn on what to do, who to touch, who to fuck.

In the end he went with the namesake ship of the class – Allen herself. With lust coursing through his veins he hurried behind the Destroyer, putting one hand on her upper back to bend her over more and pulled her hips more towards him, his right hand swift to go down to his cock and guide it towards her waiting nether lips. The tip rubbed along her slit once, twice, thrice-

-and then the Commander moaned as he slid inside. He met a bit of resistance but the fluids still clinging to his cock offered some minor lubrication, easing him into Allen's tight, unyielding pussy, her grip on him so very snug. He got just over two-thirds of himself inside before he ceased and pulled back, raking her walls with his dick before mercilessly plunging himself back inside of her. The sensation was about as heavenly as he expected, his hands digging into her hips as he found his rhythm and plundered the time-frozen girl raw, stuffing himself inside her as deep as he physically could.

''So tight... I've wanted to fuck you for ages...'' The Commander panted out lustfully. ''You and your hugs, the feeling of your tits pressing up against my chest, that damn cheeky grin...!''

He groaned, rolling his hips as he let his thrusts slow, just taking a moment to enjoy the hot squeeze of her insides. Ripples echoed across her flesh with every impact and despite her bent-over position she didn't fall, practically stuck mid-motion unless he directly wanted to move her – a little fact that came in handy as he once more sped his thrusts up, clapping Allen's ass hard enough that it would probably count as a spank and stuffing her pussy to the brim each time.

The fact that he was doing this out in the open, with Allen's own sisters mere feet away, gave it a whole new dimension of lewdness. Fear simmered in his gut, worried that time would suddenly unfreeze and he'd be found half-naked in public and with his dick buried in Allen M. Sumner, not to mention the reaction the four girls would have when they noticed they were suddenly naked. The long sight-lines provided by the open area didn't help his nerves, but it was those same nerves, that anxiety, that gave it a whole new thrill. That he needed to fuck and bust his nut in the girls as fast as he could lest he caught, that he had free reign to use them as much as he wanted, but at any given moment time could resume and he'd be caught out.

''Fuck~'' The Commander moaned as Allen's walls clenched around him, a bit of wetness on her part helping him rail her. Even if she was frozen, whatever logic Observer Alpha's time-freeze operated on allowed her to get wet, and that was fine with him.

Panting he ran his eyes over Allen's perky behind, cheeks rippling with every impact against them, before running his gaze up her taut back; her twin-tails partially obscuring it until he brushed her hair out of the way. The sight of her taut muscles turned him on more than he wanted to admit, a growl arising from the back of his throat as he pistoned his cock into her tight, willing hole, fitting himself inside her with a primal sort of vigour – fucking her like the doll she, technically, was. At least for now.

But he didn't think about what came after, what could happen – all that occupied the Commander's mind was slamming into the Destroyer's pussy, moans leaving his lips plentifully when nobody was around to hear them. If anything doing so made it more exciting, more liberating in a way, his voice ringing out across the silent base as he railed one of his subordinates raw, her insides clamping tighter around his cock as if just begging him to bust a load inside of her. The thought was too enrapturing to resist and his hands darted up to her medium-sized breasts, groping them roughly and pushing his face into her nape, inhaling her scent as he neared his end.

''Allen, a-almost...!'' The Commander bit out, pleasure pulsating up his swollen cock-

-and he saw white as he finally peaked, a sharp spasm jolting up his spine as he shot his load inside of her. Molten pleasure jerked up his shaft in tandem with every spurt, his body spooning Allen's own as he creampied her, his hips managing a few uneven jerks as he made sure to get it all inside of her – breeding her. Impregnating her. Mating with her.

''Fuck...'' The Commander groaned out huskily, kissing her upper back twice before just resting his cheek against the back of her head, catching his breath. ''So good...''

He remained like that for another few moments, just enjoying the aftershocks of his orgasm before finally, almost reluctantly, pulling out. Allen didn't so much as make a peep – not that he expected her to – and he gave her ass a slap, caressing it a second later. As tempting as it was to stick his dick back inside her though he still had another three subordinates waiting to be used like cock-sleeves, so why make them wait?

Cooper found herself in his sights next. The cute Destroyer stood frozen in a jogging motion like all the others, but her body offered no protests as he straightened her limbs out and then laid her down on the grass nearby. The sight of her naked body got his cock rock-hard easily and he stroked himself off slowly, hissing under his breath at how sensitive he was but unwilling to wait much longer; not when he had an entire base of pussy he wanted to stick his dick in.

With that in mind he grabbed Cooper's knees and spread her legs open, admiring her pussy topped with a neatly-trimmed bush of dark hair, his cock slapping down against it before he slid the tip southwards, soon nuzzling her entrance. The tempting heat of her loins made him shudder and he shifted into a more comfortable position practically laying on top of the spread-legged Destroyer. Then, and only then, did he finally guide himself in – and with a thrust entered her.

''Guh...!'' Her tightness clamped around him in an instant, so tight yet so hot it melted his mind. ''Fu-uck~''

His curse was staggered but his thrusts were not; his hips rearing back halfway before jamming his cock back into that tight pussy of hers, managing to fit most of his shaft inside her in a single go, but even with how lubed his cock was it still took a couple thrusts before he managed to bury himself up to the hilt inside of Cooper, her pussy squeezing him nicely the whole time. Rather than take a breather and savour the intense pleasure though the Commander kept up the pace, plunging himself inside the frozen Destroyer to the tune of smacking flesh.

The jiggling of her tits caught his lustful eyes too. Though she wasn't big compared to many ships she was about the same as Allen, though Cooper's were a bit perkier; the hypnotic bounces they made as he stuffed himself inside her snug pussy only encouraging him to reach up and grope her left, fondling it about with a vigour that he wouldn't have shown had she been conscious of the act.

''Hah... fuck, yes... gods I wish I'd done this sooner...'' The Commander panted out huskily, wrought with unbridled lust – his mind practically consumed with it. ''I still remember when you invited me to play tennis with you, and you showed up in that loose tee and your bra kept slipping... I should've – fuck – invited you into the changing rooms and, hnf, railed you...!''

It didn't matter that such things were unlikely, that his subordinates wouldn't have sex with him at the drop of the hat, but recalling all the instances he spent with them, the possibilities, no matter how improbable, only made it hotter. As he stared down at Cooper's smiling visage and bouncing tits he could almost envision the ground under her being that of the hard teal flooring of the changing rooms, of her squirming and moaning under him as he pounded her like a beast.

Cooper barely responded. Some twitches made her limbs shift and her pussy relentlessly gripped his cock but otherwise she remained like a placid doll, smiling up at him in such a manner he could almost trick himself into thinking she was conscious and not frozen in time. Transfixed by the sight he dove down and kissed her, his lips fitting against her smaller, softer ones easily as he drew out the one-sided kiss. It was stiff, awkward even, but in his lust-filled state he hardly cared; too busy pounding her pussy to think straight anyway.

''Fuck, haah...!'' He broke off the kiss with a moan. ''Cooper, gonna cum... take it all, g-got it?!''

His breath coiled in his throat as he sheathed himself between her wet, gripping walls, his thrusts hard and fast as he pushed himself to his limit – and then with a shout he slammed inside and creampied her, the tip kissing her cervix and pouring untold amounts of semen into her depths. Every hot clench of her pussy only helped squeeze more of it out of him, his load filling her up nicely and with only a little seeping out around his shaft.

''Haah...! Oh shit~'' The Commander groaned out heatedly, bucking his hips several more times before using the momentum to pull out – pressing his cock against her pussy and grinding against her with rough, clumsy humps, the friction wet and erotic.

Eventually though his stamina waned and he had to take a breather, inhaling gulps of air like a man nearly drowned. Only once he had done so did he find the strength to sit back up on his knees, running his eyes down Cooper's body and admiring her glistening, cum-leaking pussy before rising back to his feet, his shaft throbbing for more yet. It was with that desire in mind that he turned his focus onto Bristol; approaching the petite Destroyer with wanton desire.

He admired her as he approached, taking in her petite, unblemished figure appreciatively, his right hand dropping between her legs to stroke her smooth slit. Had she been conscious he could only imagine what kind of cute, whimpering noises and stuttering sounds she'd have made. The mere act of touching her though was arousing in its own right, his index and middle fingers sliding between her puffy, slim folds repeatedly, his middle digit curling in and teasing her entrance. She didn't react, but that didn't diminish how arousing it was to touch her so freely.

However his lust demanded more, and with a lustful shudder he complied – his hands shifting to her narrow hips before he picked her up. She was surprisingly light but he certainly wasn't complaining, bouncing her in his hold a couple times until he had a firm grip on her rear; mindfully taking one hand at a time and guiding them onto his nape, just so she wouldn't fall if he let go by accident.

Then he reached down, guided the tip to her nether lips, and at last lowered her down.

'Fuck she's tight-!'

His cock met slight resistance as he sunk into Bristol's tight, gripping heat but he lowered the Destroyer down all the same, inch after inch of his length penetrating her depths until he had a little over half inside of her. The Commander took a moment to enjoy the grip of her narrow pussy, heat smothering his shaft on all sides, until with a groan he finally started to bounce her upon his shaft – hands gripping her perky cheeks as he lifted her up, and inevitably yanked her back down onto his length.

The fact she was totally naked only made it more enticing for him; his gaze roaming over Bristol's slim shoulders and down her bare front, her breasts small bordering on flat but still arousing him nonetheless. Her eyes stared into his own, her head mostly staying still even as he used her like a fleshlight, his cock spearing up into her receptive, if snug pussy as he pleased – soon tempting him to lean in and kiss her. Much like Cooper it felt a little awkward but he didn't let that stop him; continuing to make out with the seemingly-lifeless girl to his heart's content.

''Mn, haah... hah...'' The Commander drew back from the kiss and looked around, taking a second to admire Allen and Cooper – both still where he left them and utterly motionless aside from their drooling slits – before on a whim he walked over towards Ingraham.

It was a bit tricky to walk and bounce her onto his dick at the same time but the Commander managed, another quick if rough kiss stolen before he reached Ingraham. When he did the lustful man wasted no time in grabbing the bespectacled, visibly-exhausted Destroyer by the hair and yanking her forth into a kiss, moaning hotly into her mouth as he kept stuffing his cock in Bristol, the quasi-threesome only feeding his pleasure further, fanning the flames of want within him.

It was that want that prompted him to pull out of Bristol. With a grin he twisted the petite Destroyer around until he could hold her by her sides and let her dangle in front of him, her perky ass pushing against his crotch – until with a groan he slid easily back inside her wet tunnel. The familiar grip of her pussy was heavenly and he immediately started to pound her once more, the sound of their flesh smacking together flooding his surroundings as he went to town on Bristol's tight cunt, hitting her cervix like his cock was a damn battering ram.

All whilst he faced Ingraham, allowing him to run his eyes over her body as much as he pleased. From her large breasts to her curvy figure she was undeniably attractive, her glasses only enhancing that charm to the point he nearly wanted to yank his cock out of Bristol and fuck Ingraham instead. However the tight grip Bristol's pussy had on him stopped him from doing so; moans bubbling up his throat on reflex as he kept plundering the tight Destroyer instead.

''F-Fuck... gonna cum again...!'' The Commander groaned out, his knees bending slightly as he desperately slammed into Bristol – and then with a tight growl he busted his load, a staggered moan soon leaving his lips as he emptied his clip in her.

He rocked his hips as he came, the motion making her squeeze him even more and wring out every last drop of his seed. When his orgasm finally eased off he pulled out with a wet-sounding pop, his cock-head slipping free and allowing a slow stream of cum to flow out of Bristol; running down one leg or dripping onto the pavement below, forming a small but gradually-growing puddle.

Up until he set her down, spending a second to straighten her torso so she looked like she was standing up. That done he turned his sights onto Ingraham herself, not even bothering to wait before he snatched her by the wrists and pulled her down on top of him, laying back against the grass. It took him a second to move her thighs and bend her knees so she was straddling him more comfortably but he managed; and by the time he finished his dick was back to full mast once more, aching but still full of vigour as it pushed against her pussy.

''I know I have a lot of subordinates under me, but how I keep overlooking you is a mystery.'' The Commander murmured to himself, looking over Ingraham's attractive form. ''You're damn cute you know that?''

Naturally he received no response but the Commander grinned all the same, reaching around and giving her ass a nice firm smack, feeling the flesh ripple from the impact. He groped it better and pulled her hips down, shuddering with excitement as her pussy pushed his cock flat against his groin, but without losing his grin the Commander held her hips and moved her back-and-forth, grinding her pussy against his dick.

The sensation left him moaning unashamedly, the smooth rubs making his dick twitch for more, to be inside her, but he resisted. Rather than just stick his cock in he kept grinding her along his shaft and moved his own hips too, thrusting them up and trying intentionally to get his cock to slip on in – but the angle was always too steep or she was too far back, the tip never managing to get inside. Yet the fact he didn't only fuelled his excitement, his desire to try again; incidentally causing him even more pleasure as her pussy rubbed along his cock.

''Haah... fuck, come on~'' The Commander groaned to himself, knowing full well he could just give in and stick it in whenever he pleased.

But the lewd game was too hot, too thrilling, his dick pulsating against her nether lips as he rubbed himself along her, lowering his hips at just the right time to try and thrust up into her-

-when he at last succeeded, his cock spearing into her tight, welcoming pussy. The Commander cursed and yanked her all the way down, stuffing his cock into her hotness and threatening to cum right then and there. He hissed at the intense, needy sensation and held still until it faded, allowing him to daringly thrust up into Ingraham's pussy once more, his flesh smacking against her own sinfully loud.

''Shit...'' He watched her tits jiggle right in his face, the sight immediately making him reach up and grope her right. ''Nice tits too...''

The Commander briefly shifted his hand around to smack her ass but he soon grabbed her hip once more, pulling her down onto his throbbing cock and fondling her large, soft breast with his other hand, playing with her chest as he pleased. The teasing grinding session though had left him dangerously pent up and even within a minute of bouncing Ingraham on his cock he felt his shaft ache with the need for release, a need that only became more potent by the second as her pussy seized around him, squeezing him so very temptingly.

It was then that an idea came to mind – one that prompted the Commander to sit more upright lotus-style, shifting his hand around to Ingraham's shoulder as he kept thrusting into her, groans spilling from his lips as he jammed himself into her tight tunnel. Arousal wet her walls and enabled him to slam into her that little bit easier, the tip kissing her innermost parts at a feverish pitch, his hips working overtime just to grant him the pleasure his body demanded so badly; his dick barely out of her for a split-second before he was stuffing her drooling sex once more.

''Haah... fuck...'' Leaning in he stole a kiss from Ingraham – her lips full and plump against his own. ''Mn... gonna cum again... I won't cum inside, don't worry...''

Pleasure surged up his length as he spoke; a fiery, needy urge, but he kept slamming into her sex. Their groins bumped together and fluids clung to their pubes as they bashed together, his movement harsh enough that he'd be leaving her with a limp, his cock plunging between those puffy folds of hers like a man possessed-

-and with a gasp he pulled out, stumbling to his feet. His legs were weak but his cock felt like it was going to explode, his orgasm rushing down his cock – and then at the last possible moment he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, allowing him to beat his meat and bust a load all over her face. He moaned; throatily and unashamedly as he shot rope after rope of sticky white semen across her brow, her cheeks and her lips, and especially her glasses; making an utter mess across the latter in a delightfully thick facial.

Even as his orgasm waned and the last few beads of cum slid down his tip and over his curled fingers he watched as his semen dribbled down Ingraham's still face, some of it dripping off of her jaw and landing atop her plump tits, tempting him to bend his shaking knees and deliberately rub the tip along her breasts, leaving sticky smears across her flesh. Had she been conscious he wouldn't have done such a perverse thing, too embarrassed to.

But then again he wouldn't have stripped and fucked the four Destroyers in the first place had their minds not been frozen in time.

Shuddering at the thought he nudged Ingraham's lips apart and stuck his dick in her mouth, moaning shakily as he thrust inside and used it to clean his dick a bit.

However as he cast his gaze across the base, noting the distant figures frozen in time, his cock throbbed for more.

He would fuck as many of his subordinates as he possibly could. Of that, he promised himself.

[END]