Doing Some Research

As Chief Petty Officer Abram Wallace was examining a bondage harness in the adult bookstore, he heard the entrance door opening. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw a uniformed Solar Guard Officer entering. The Chief hung the harness back up on its hooks and approached the man.

"Lieutenant Hammer?" he asked. When the Officer looked at him with a quizzical expression, the Chief extended his right hand and said, "I am Chief Wallace. The Boatswain onboard the 5-EX."

"Of course!" Hammer gripped Wallace's hand, pumping it vigorously. "I've seen your picture in the personnel files, but didn't recognize you out of uniform." Releasing the hand and looking around the store, he said, "I thought you would be home on leave during the stand-down period."

Wallace shook his head. "Naw. I never go home. I just rent a furnished apartment. Then I goof-off and get drunk until it's time to report in. I guess they're keeping you busy during the overhaul?"

"You don't know the half of it," Hammer answered.

Then, with a sly smile, Wallace asked, "So what brings you in here tonight . . . Sir?"

"Oh, that," Hammer replied, rubbing the back of his neck and feeling somewhat awkward. "I met this woman who . . . well, she wants to explore bondage. Only, I . . ."

"Don't know anything about it?" Wallace asked. Hammer nodded sheepishly and Wallace stared at his face, studying it for a couple of moments before asking, "Are you free this evening, Lieutenant?"

"As the proverbial bird," Hammer replied.

Wallace asked if Hammer had a hover-craft. He did. So, taking one of the store's business cards and writing on the back of it, he passed the piece of cardstock to Hammer. "That's my address. Why don't you follow me over there?"

Less than twenty minutes later, the two were in Wallace's apartment. He offered Hammer a beer, and once the Lieutenant had a can of brew, Wallace handed him the multi-media remote. "Give me about half an hour and I'll be back." As he headed for the door, he picked up a briefcase from behind the recliner next to the window and said, "Make yourself at home. There is more beer in the fridge."

Hammer surveyed the room. It was typical of the hundreds of furnished apartments in motel-like buildings near military bases the world over. Cheap but clean furniture. Bare wooden floors in the living room and bedroom. Linoleum in the kitchen. Generic prints of paintings of landscapes hung on the wall. The place was immaculately clean, but the Chief had not added any personal touches, other than the multi-media unit against one wall.

Opening up his second beer, Hammer was about to sit back down to continue watching some old movie from the twenty-second Century when Wallace returned.

"Come on," the Chief gestured with a wave. "There's this divorced broad that lives in the complex. She's forty-five although she claims to be thirty-five. Slender. Not much in the tits department but she has nice legs."

As he spoke, he was leading Hammer along the second floor walkway outside his apartment and down the exterior stairs. Heading around to the rear of the building, Wallace extracted a key ring from his front pocket and unlocked a door. "The building manager gave this to me," he explained. "He's a retired Chief himself."

Entering the boiler room, the two men were greeted by the sight of a MILF sitting in the middle of a panel of sheetrock on the floor. Her straight brown hair hung down to her shoulders, she had thin lips and brown eyes, and, like Wallace had said, she was slender, about one hundred ten pounds and five feet five inches tall. Although it was hard to tell precisely, as she was not standing up. The woman was wearing a short-sleeve blue dress and black, three-inch high heels with ankle straps. The shortness of her dress and the height of her heels made her shapely legs seem even longer. Her arms were crossed in front of her, tied together at the elbows. Her left wrist was tied to her right knee; her right wrist was tied to her left knee.

"Spread 'em," Wallace barked when he stepped into the dusty room. Immediately the woman moved her feet as far apart as her bondage allowed, offering the two men a perfect view of her bare pussy. She wore no panties.

"Linda, this is the man I was telling you about," he jerked his head in Hammer's direction. She, in turned, nodded to Hammer but did not say anything.

"Linda is very oral," Wallace said as he sat down on an old kitchen chair and begin removing his shoes. His briefcase was on the floor next to the chair. "She is actually very almost-everything, aren't you, Linda?"

She only grinned in reply. Perhaps from shyness in the presence of the unknown Hammer. Perhaps part of the discipline between her and Wallace.

"I happen to have a fondness for blowjobs," Wallace continued as he stood up and calmly peeled off his pants and undershorts. "Almost an obsession." He slipped his feet back into his shoes. "Of course, I guess every man likes having his dick sucked."

Walking up to her, he grabbed the back of her head and she obediently, even eagerly, opened her mouth wide and engulfed his soft cock. It did not stay soft for long, for Linda started bobbing her head rapidly back and forth, her lips sealed around his shaft. She sucked on the organ in her mouth, encouraging it to harden.

"Don't be shy, Lieutenant," Wallace looked back over his shoulder as he stood there with his legs spread wide, the woman working on his prick. "Take off your pants. You're next."

"I don't know . . .," Hammer hesitated, the whole scene seemingly something out of this world. Which, for a man who made his living working in outer space, was saying something.

"Aw, come on, Sir," Wallace replied, his hands falling away from Linda's ever moving head as she jerked it back and forth, her thin lips sliding along the now hard shaft. "You'll hurt Linda's feelings. She wants to suck you off, don't you, Linda?"

The bound woman rolled her eyes in Hammer's direction, staring into his face, and made some unintelligible reply around Wallace's cock. All the while, her frantic head movements continued.

"Well, then, tell him, Linda," Wallace said. And he pulled away from her slightly, his hard-on slipping out of her mouth.

"Y-yes, Sir," she panted, partially winded from her activity. "It would be an honor to suck you off, Sir."