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The human race has proceeded beyond our current Solar System and has begun colonizing a distant world called Terra. It is similar to Earth; .95 that of its gravity with an atmosphere that can sustain life, an ozone, and electromagnetic field similar to that of Earth, however the surface is 45% water and 55 of land that was rich in natural resources and it was enough to begin colonizing.
One of the ships that escort colonists to and from the planet is the destroyer USS Zumwalt (SDD 99), a newly classed Navy vessel with a length of 2,400 feet, width 345 feet and a crew of 411 officers and enlisted she was considered the best destroyer suited to escort the valuable convoys against the Rouge Pirates, people that have left Earth and now roam space capturing other ships and ransoming its crew and cargo to the highest bidder. They did not have an overall leader but their ships carried the same mark; the old skull and crossbones on their hull that identified them.
Because of the distance that they travel, in a time before light speed, the total travel time from Terra to the outer most dock on the fringe of the Solar System is just less than a year and for that, to maintain morale on this tin can, many privileges were brought back. Tots of Rum and spirit rations and ice cream were not to be enough. Alcohol was allowed to be consumed but only in specific areas of the ship, women were allowed to crew the ship as well but everyone had to observe safe sex practices, but also one key feature to maintain morale was the advent of the holo-room. Reminiscent to the ‘holo-deck’ of Star Trek frame this allows crew to observe almost any fantasy they desire from the helmsman that wishes to pork his busty, blonde, counterpart to that same counterpart that loves her bondage play; they can touch, taste, feel, and smell everything as though it were real. Just how a computer can successfully pull this off is not for certain, but the crew loves it and each enlisted man is allowed forty-five minutes a week and an officer one hour, it was common for enlisted to hoard their minutes for weeks and spend it all at once and also for crew to exchange their minutes must like currency to get out of work with another crewmember.
Because of the somewhat ‘liberal’ regulations there were no recordings of what is being played inside the room except who is in it at the time and no one can access the files, not even the Captain can find what is being played and regulations also forbid questioning of what was happening inside so a sailor can experience almost whatever they want and be free of any form of scrutiny or retaliation. It is regulations such as this have given rise of calling the holo-room ‘the amnesty room.’
Onboard the USS Zumwalt were twenty holo-rooms, each one teen feet by eight feet the standard size for a ship this size with four being dedicated for officers and the rest to enlisted. Because this was a warship, civilians were not on board, however they were escorting four large freighters from Terra carrying natural resources and passengers that were bound back for Earth but only some civilian vessels had holo-rooms. Also with the Zumwalt was the assault ship USS Energy a much smaller ship primarily used to attack the faster Rouge pirate ships that had half the crew and half the rooms, but they were considered the jocks as they could make the Energy perform swift and death defying stunts compared to the slower Zumwalt.
Lieutenant (jg) Kevin Donaldson served as a communication officer onboard the Zumwalt and it was finally his turn to have a holo-room all to himself. He had saved his time and waited until the off watch was relieved and he immediately went for the first available room, entered his passcode and stepped inside. When the doors slid shut the interior was illuminated by dozens of small LED lights all over the wall and ceiling that showed the entire room. “Welcome, sir” the computer responded in a gentle female voice, “What scenario will you be playing?”
“Play Lieutenant Scarlett…” Donald replied whilst moistening his lips in anticipation, “In uniform…you know, the usual…” his voice trailed off but the computer knew what he wished and the room turned dark as the program was accessed and within a couple of seconds the lights came back on and there before Donaldson was the backside of Lieutenant Scarlett clad in her tight fitting sky blue uniform. Bent slightly at the waist with her hands on a table she seemed to be reading something, unaware of his presence as she reached up and ran a finger over her left ear to brush away a strand of errant bright red hair that was normally tied tightly in a bun behind her head but in this case it was a long pony tail and her uniform was about a size or two too small than regulation. When she did suspected she was being watched she shifted weight from one foot to the other that made her soft, round backside sway. Lieutenant Scarlett was a deck officer, a woman with a troubled past and of mystery. Perhaps that was what drew Donaldson to her. She was normally kind to him, but when asked about her other duty stations and service she would not talk about it saying it was “difficult to discuss.”
Notwithstanding, there were many other women on the Zumwalt, some would eagerly throw themselves at Donaldson in a heartbeat, but for some reason, this redhead had his eye and she looked back with her smoky eyelids and emerald green eyes, half pursed cherry red lips and smooth, tight skin. She was old than the 25 year old Donaldson but it did not matter even if she was technically his superior rank.
“Well, hello, lover” Scarlett replied with a wide smile as she slowly turned around and leaned back against the table with her hands gripping the edge of the table, “It’s been….forever” If a week were a long time.
Scarlett’s blouse was open by a couple of buttons and she did not wear the regulation white undershirt that showed an immense amount of cleavage from her perky breasts, “Whatcha thinking about today? Hmmm? You…wanna fuck my ass again?” Groaning in delight Scarlett cupped one breast and squeezed. Donaldson remembered the breasts on the real and they were big. At first he did not know their true size, but every member has a full body scan when they come onboard and the computer projected them as 42DD and apparently they were real as she squeezed them over her uniform.
In days past Donaldson had done Scarlett in more ways….well, he had done her a lot, and every time she was still as tight as a virgin and always eager and never said ‘no’ and this time was no different as Donaldson approached and grabbed her shoulders and spun her around and had her lean over the table, shoving his right hand into the crack of her ass, “Oh my!” she exclaimed and laughed, “You got something going on?”
“Yes,” Donaldson said confidently as he opened up her belt and shoved her pants just enough to show her tight, pink, snatch and in an instant Donaldson shoved his long, wide, penis into her. It was the same fantasy after the other, each time he would shove it into her, every time she would be delighted, and each time she would ask for more. Here Lieutenant Scarlett was his lover.
“Are you my cum dumpster?” Donaldson leaned forward and whispered into her rounded ear.
“Oh, God, Yes!” Scarlett roared in delight as her breasts were squeezed and nipples pinched and pulled.
Before they were bright pink now turned red under this torture but she loved it and craved more as Donaldson shoved his entire length inside her and walls wrapped tightly as she shuddered and juices flowed out between her legs and soaked her trousers. “Yes, God damn it. Give it to me!” begging louder and louder, the sound proof walls would not betray her voice to the outside, “You’re the best lover…” she began only to have Donaldson order her to her knees and prepared for his delivery.
“You dirty mother fucker” Scarlett smirked and curled her lips back whipping her braided hair back and reaching up and cupping her soft breasts and stabbing out that sharp tongue from her agape mouth, breathing hard as she pleaded for his cum, “Give it to me, sir.” Feverishly pounding his rod Donaldson shuddered as he came, a stream of hot, thick, white spunk came out like a rope that splashed against Scarlett’s face that coated her eyes and then rolled down her smooth cheeks as he continued to cum and he grunted as his penis sprayed more cum over her soft breasts. Scarlett squealed in delight at the feeling of being covered and leaned slightly forward to try and gobble up at least some of that spunk and did so, just enough to cover her tongue and swallow to taste; nice and salty. When his sac was dry Scarlett reached forward and wrapped her cherry red lips around the tip and sucked every last drop out of his rod then pulled back giving a ‘pop’ and she laughed. Standing up Scarlett continued to hold onto her breasts as cum continued to drool over skin that glistened in the light. “That’s so hot” she said rubbing her hands over her breasts to pick up the spunk and systematically dropping her fingers into her mouth to taste him. “Sir, you have less than thirty seconds until the conclusion of this session.” The computer interrupted.
“Too bad,” Scarlett said, “Until next time, lover…” turning about she walked away buttoning up her blouse as her image faded and the computer said, “Session concluded. Commencing cool down and cleaning’ the computer said and Donaldson sighed in disappointment as he picked up his clothes and was sprayed by treated water.
One of the ships that escort colonists to and from the planet is the destroyer USS Zumwalt (SDD 99), a newly classed Navy vessel with a length of 2,400 feet, width 345 feet and a crew of 411 officers and enlisted she was considered the best destroyer suited to escort the valuable convoys against the Rouge Pirates, people that have left Earth and now roam space capturing other ships and ransoming its crew and cargo to the highest bidder. They did not have an overall leader but their ships carried the same mark; the old skull and crossbones on their hull that identified them.
Because of the distance that they travel, in a time before light speed, the total travel time from Terra to the outer most dock on the fringe of the Solar System is just less than a year and for that, to maintain morale on this tin can, many privileges were brought back. Tots of Rum and spirit rations and ice cream were not to be enough. Alcohol was allowed to be consumed but only in specific areas of the ship, women were allowed to crew the ship as well but everyone had to observe safe sex practices, but also one key feature to maintain morale was the advent of the holo-room. Reminiscent to the ‘holo-deck’ of Star Trek frame this allows crew to observe almost any fantasy they desire from the helmsman that wishes to pork his busty, blonde, counterpart to that same counterpart that loves her bondage play; they can touch, taste, feel, and smell everything as though it were real. Just how a computer can successfully pull this off is not for certain, but the crew loves it and each enlisted man is allowed forty-five minutes a week and an officer one hour, it was common for enlisted to hoard their minutes for weeks and spend it all at once and also for crew to exchange their minutes must like currency to get out of work with another crewmember.
Because of the somewhat ‘liberal’ regulations there were no recordings of what is being played inside the room except who is in it at the time and no one can access the files, not even the Captain can find what is being played and regulations also forbid questioning of what was happening inside so a sailor can experience almost whatever they want and be free of any form of scrutiny or retaliation. It is regulations such as this have given rise of calling the holo-room ‘the amnesty room.’
Onboard the USS Zumwalt were twenty holo-rooms, each one teen feet by eight feet the standard size for a ship this size with four being dedicated for officers and the rest to enlisted. Because this was a warship, civilians were not on board, however they were escorting four large freighters from Terra carrying natural resources and passengers that were bound back for Earth but only some civilian vessels had holo-rooms. Also with the Zumwalt was the assault ship USS Energy a much smaller ship primarily used to attack the faster Rouge pirate ships that had half the crew and half the rooms, but they were considered the jocks as they could make the Energy perform swift and death defying stunts compared to the slower Zumwalt.
Lieutenant (jg) Kevin Donaldson served as a communication officer onboard the Zumwalt and it was finally his turn to have a holo-room all to himself. He had saved his time and waited until the off watch was relieved and he immediately went for the first available room, entered his passcode and stepped inside. When the doors slid shut the interior was illuminated by dozens of small LED lights all over the wall and ceiling that showed the entire room. “Welcome, sir” the computer responded in a gentle female voice, “What scenario will you be playing?”
“Play Lieutenant Scarlett…” Donald replied whilst moistening his lips in anticipation, “In uniform…you know, the usual…” his voice trailed off but the computer knew what he wished and the room turned dark as the program was accessed and within a couple of seconds the lights came back on and there before Donaldson was the backside of Lieutenant Scarlett clad in her tight fitting sky blue uniform. Bent slightly at the waist with her hands on a table she seemed to be reading something, unaware of his presence as she reached up and ran a finger over her left ear to brush away a strand of errant bright red hair that was normally tied tightly in a bun behind her head but in this case it was a long pony tail and her uniform was about a size or two too small than regulation. When she did suspected she was being watched she shifted weight from one foot to the other that made her soft, round backside sway. Lieutenant Scarlett was a deck officer, a woman with a troubled past and of mystery. Perhaps that was what drew Donaldson to her. She was normally kind to him, but when asked about her other duty stations and service she would not talk about it saying it was “difficult to discuss.”
Notwithstanding, there were many other women on the Zumwalt, some would eagerly throw themselves at Donaldson in a heartbeat, but for some reason, this redhead had his eye and she looked back with her smoky eyelids and emerald green eyes, half pursed cherry red lips and smooth, tight skin. She was old than the 25 year old Donaldson but it did not matter even if she was technically his superior rank.
“Well, hello, lover” Scarlett replied with a wide smile as she slowly turned around and leaned back against the table with her hands gripping the edge of the table, “It’s been….forever” If a week were a long time.
Scarlett’s blouse was open by a couple of buttons and she did not wear the regulation white undershirt that showed an immense amount of cleavage from her perky breasts, “Whatcha thinking about today? Hmmm? You…wanna fuck my ass again?” Groaning in delight Scarlett cupped one breast and squeezed. Donaldson remembered the breasts on the real and they were big. At first he did not know their true size, but every member has a full body scan when they come onboard and the computer projected them as 42DD and apparently they were real as she squeezed them over her uniform.
In days past Donaldson had done Scarlett in more ways….well, he had done her a lot, and every time she was still as tight as a virgin and always eager and never said ‘no’ and this time was no different as Donaldson approached and grabbed her shoulders and spun her around and had her lean over the table, shoving his right hand into the crack of her ass, “Oh my!” she exclaimed and laughed, “You got something going on?”
“Yes,” Donaldson said confidently as he opened up her belt and shoved her pants just enough to show her tight, pink, snatch and in an instant Donaldson shoved his long, wide, penis into her. It was the same fantasy after the other, each time he would shove it into her, every time she would be delighted, and each time she would ask for more. Here Lieutenant Scarlett was his lover.
“Are you my cum dumpster?” Donaldson leaned forward and whispered into her rounded ear.
“Oh, God, Yes!” Scarlett roared in delight as her breasts were squeezed and nipples pinched and pulled.
Before they were bright pink now turned red under this torture but she loved it and craved more as Donaldson shoved his entire length inside her and walls wrapped tightly as she shuddered and juices flowed out between her legs and soaked her trousers. “Yes, God damn it. Give it to me!” begging louder and louder, the sound proof walls would not betray her voice to the outside, “You’re the best lover…” she began only to have Donaldson order her to her knees and prepared for his delivery.
“You dirty mother fucker” Scarlett smirked and curled her lips back whipping her braided hair back and reaching up and cupping her soft breasts and stabbing out that sharp tongue from her agape mouth, breathing hard as she pleaded for his cum, “Give it to me, sir.” Feverishly pounding his rod Donaldson shuddered as he came, a stream of hot, thick, white spunk came out like a rope that splashed against Scarlett’s face that coated her eyes and then rolled down her smooth cheeks as he continued to cum and he grunted as his penis sprayed more cum over her soft breasts. Scarlett squealed in delight at the feeling of being covered and leaned slightly forward to try and gobble up at least some of that spunk and did so, just enough to cover her tongue and swallow to taste; nice and salty. When his sac was dry Scarlett reached forward and wrapped her cherry red lips around the tip and sucked every last drop out of his rod then pulled back giving a ‘pop’ and she laughed. Standing up Scarlett continued to hold onto her breasts as cum continued to drool over skin that glistened in the light. “That’s so hot” she said rubbing her hands over her breasts to pick up the spunk and systematically dropping her fingers into her mouth to taste him. “Sir, you have less than thirty seconds until the conclusion of this session.” The computer interrupted.
“Too bad,” Scarlett said, “Until next time, lover…” turning about she walked away buttoning up her blouse as her image faded and the computer said, “Session concluded. Commencing cool down and cleaning’ the computer said and Donaldson sighed in disappointment as he picked up his clothes and was sprayed by treated water.