In the relative privacy of a stall, I exchanged my racy crew-wide processing uniform for Attire #958C. Still, I grabbed the outfit without a word and ducked into a nearby restroom. I held up the garment in front of me, rolling my eyes as soon as I realized what it was. Within seconds, it had synthesized an entire adult-sized set of clothing. Typical etiquette, or lack thereof.Ĭlosing the terminal, I punched "958C" into the closest matter generator. At the top of my inbox was an extremely brief message from Anthony Cooper. Once there, I pulled up a terminal and accessed my personal account. Per our arrangement, I first headed towards the ship's matter generators. Thankfully, we had at least managed to arrive at a mutual understanding as of late, one which made his sexual processing sessions mercifully short. Regardless, the bottom line did not change: I personally had to make Anthony Cooper orgasm every day. At every turn, Cooper was nothing but difficult and disrespectful. Not that I'd expect any better from a degenerate like him. He frustrated me immensely it wasn't in the spirit of sexual processing to just "enjoy the show" without actually "participating". He only occasionally attended crew-wide processing, and never masturbated even when he did. However, a few - myself included - had additional processor duties to complete.Ĭooper invariably required individual attention. Most would return to their chambers and retire for the night. "Yes, ma'am." She saluted firmly, inadvertently smearing a small drop of semen resting on her forehead.Īt my order, the sexual processors of the Athens dispersed. I'd like your opinion on new wartime intel from HQ." "Lieutenant, meet me in my quarters in one hour. I had a deep respect for all of them as a result. To her credit, she had not once objected to participating in crew-wide processing. She was the youngest of us, with a modest but perky bust and shapely rear. Gonzalez was quite the popular processor herself. As usual, she wore a bright red thong and nipple tassels, nicely complementing her dark skin. (Fortunately, we had an automated janitorial staff to deal with the mess.) I and my fellow processors, now alone in the mess hall, stepped down off the tables onto the slightly sticky floors. That was a typical number I was hands-down the most popular crew-wide sexual processor, likely due to my position as captain of the Athens.Įventually, the designated hour for crew-wide processing was over. At least twenty different men had already orgasmed watching me tonight, some multiple times. The men around me continued to cum as I danced. I was able to directly improve the mental health of my men, easing their stress and libido with nothing but my body. It was a rare feeling, but this was one of the few times in my career that I was thankful to be born a woman. It is the foremost duty of a leader to ensure the well-being of her subordinates, after all. While the role always entailed some degree of embarrassment, it was eclipsed by personal pride and satisfaction. Since its implementation, crew-wide sexual processing has been overwhelmingly popular, beyond even my wildest expectations. The motions were coming more and more easily to me lately. I winked at him as I stood back to my full height before blowing the whole crowd a seductive kiss. I bent over and shook my chest in front of his face, feeling a rush of amusement when he exploded a moment later. One man had appeared to be on the verge of climax for some time, but was apparently having trouble finishing. Their joy and lust was plain to see, as their eyes roamed across every inch of my body only my most private parts were shielded from their gaze. The men gathered below me stroked their bulging erections with an almost violent energy. Standing atop the mess hall table, I slowly circled the pole, making my every movement as graceful and sensual as possible.
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