Follow Captain Philippa

You follow your sexy asian Captain into the turbo lift, you have free-reign to bang any piece of skirt in the ship (or anywhere else for that matter) but how will she react to you leaving your post and invading her quarters while she’s on a secret call with starfleet?

“Crewman, you’re not at your post”

“Err… I'm just taking a report down to engineering Ma’am”.

“That would be more believable if you weren’t empty handed”

You sink to your knees, but not in defeat. You’re now eye level with her oriental snatch. She still hasn’t pulled her dress down and you can see a small moist patch in her panties. Wordlessly you rip a small hole in her tights so you have better access to the captain’s cunt. Your fingers start to gently rub and tease her folds through the fabric of her panties as you kiss the inside of her thighs. You can feel her shiver in pleasure in response to your touch. Getting a little bolder you pull the gusset of her thong aside and you see her wet asian pussy for the first time. You slide a finger inside her moist waiting folds and explore her insides. You find just the right spot with the tip of your finger and she braces herself on your shoulder as waves of pleasure ripple through her body.

This kind of performance needs an audience you think. Finger snap. The turbolift pauses after only a single deck. The ship's doctor, a busty redhead, joins the two of you. Mutual nods of acknowledgement are exchanged.

"Good morning Captain"

"Good to see you Dr Crusher. How's sickbay?"

Neither woman acknowledges the captain's situation, they make small talk about the ship as you do your thing. You slowly slide another finger into Philippa's juicy gash and slowly pump her with your digits. You briefly look up and see her biting her lip trying not to moan in pleasure. Your fingers speed up a little, you make sure to vary the speed of your ministrations so the intensity of her pleasure doesn’t reduce.

Dr Crusher is fairly attractive but she could be better, a quick snap of the fingers is in order. Just like that, Crusher is younger, has freckles and her breasts are larger.

Suddenly the captain grabs you by the hair and squishes your face into her crotch. The strong fishy smell of female arousal invades your nostrils. Well, time to go to work you shrug. Your tongue snakes out of your mouth and starts to lap at her folds. Her grip on your hair intensifies as your tongue tornado licks and flicks her most intimate area and she wraps a leg around your head so you can’t pull away. Dr Crusher, to her credit, says nothing as you eat out Starfleet's finest and the captain says nothing about the Dr's sudden makeover.

Your hands come up and gently part the captain's arse cheeks, your finger, still wet with her juices slowly teases her butthole. You can’t move your head much but you can just about see she is cupping and squeezing her breasts in time with the movements of your tongue.

The doors ping, you have reached the captain’s destination. She seems to have forgotten you’re away from your post.