Checking up on the Captain

Dr. Crusher poked at her patient. Normally the tricorder would be sufficient, but for this patient a more manual touch was required.

“You're looking healthy as usual Jean. I just wish you'd come in for your physicals on time.” She ran her fingers delicately over her ample chest.

Captain Picard grumbled. “Are we through?”

Before Beverly could respond Picard’s communicator beeped. “Captain?”

She fumbled for it on the table next to her and smacked it. “Yes Data?”

“Spacedock reports ready, we can launch at any time.”

“Is the advisor on board?” Picard watched as Crusher pushed her chest together. The large globes pushed out enticingly, her nipples making dents in the fabric. Picard groaned.

“Both are on board, Commander Worf is showing them their quarters now.”

“Excellent. You may launch us when ready. I want a staff meeting at 0800..” He motioned to Crusher who made a sucking sound with her lips. “....1000 hours.”

“Yes ma'am.” The comm died leaving them alone again. Doctor Crusher tugged at her top and it came loose. Her monumental bust sprung free. Creamy white tits topped with large cherry red nipples sprang into Picard’s view. Already her member was becoming aroused at the sight. The Captain’s cock was a mighty 14 inches erect supported by two orange sized testicles. The cock pressed into her large cleavage.

“One last test my Captain.” She shook hair letting it go a little wild. At the same time she grasped each breast and pulled them apart before letting them smash back together. Her boobs covered her entire torso and projected far from her chest. “We need to test your sexual functionality.”

She poked the erect member. “Free that beast of yours. Doctor's orders.”

****

“I'm sure you'll find these accommodations to your needs ma’am.” Worf stated as polite as he could. She had led the elderly Vulcan advisor on board. After a brief tour, she'd shown her the quarters prepared for her. The Klingon hoped this would be over soon; it had been hours since she had a good release and her Klingon cock was becoming quite restless. Maybe Troi was able to book a private session.

“I do believe these will be sufficient. Thank you Commander.” The Vulcan said, studying the room carefully. In particular, she paid a great deal of attention to the large bed that dominated the room. “Although, tell me Commander, are you familiar with Bendii Syndrome?”

“Only in passing Ma’am. I believe Ambassador Sarek suffered from its’ effects.”

“You are quite correct Commander. Unfortunately, she logically tried to suppress it.” The advisor pulled back her hood revealing her face. T’Pol was, by all accounts, ancient. She was the first Vulcan to serve on a human ship, first to fuck a human, and the first Vulcan in what became Starfleet. Worf didn’t know how old she was, but she still was youthful. Her spry body looked to be in the human equivalent of fifty. Worf’s pants tightened as thought about her. The brunette Vulcan’s prowess was supposed to be the stuff of legend. She and the communication officer of the NX Enterprise were known to throw orgies lasting days. “I find rather than suppress those emotions it's best to embrace them.”

Worf could only stare as the robe fell uselessly to the floor. T’Pol was naked beneath those robes and now stood before the aloof Klingon fully nude. She was a testament to her species; her figure was still lithe, her breasts still succulent. Each ponderous tit hung to her navel, projecting far out from her body; capped with a dark brown areola and thumb sized nipple. She turned, allowing Worf to inspect her curvaceous rear end before turning back. The Vulcan's member engorged slightly on seeing the Klingon's reaction; Based on the tightening in her pants, T'pol knew she was pleased. “Come Commander, it's been a century since I've had a Klingon cock.”

The commander practically tore off her uniform. Her magnificent cock, the true pride of a Klingon warrior, sprung free. It was nearly 17 inches long, rippled as he might say, for absolute pleasure. Absolute pleasure is what T’Pol wanted.