Offer to tongue her pussy

"How are you," Jen swats your ass again, the flesh-on-flesh slap ringing out in the gunnery room, "going to make this up to me, Captain?"

She lays her hand across your ass once more. Your precious butt is on fire. Time to give in before she starts bruising your buns.

You can hear the swoosh of her hand cocking back to hit you again and you blurt, "I'll lick your pussy!"

"What's that?" Jen laughs.

"You heard me. If it will make it up to you then I'll lick your pussy."

"That's what you wanted all along, isn't it?" Jen laughs.

Come to think of it, actually, yes. You were imagining those muscular thighs wrapped around your head and getting a good mouthful of her sweaty snatch.

You confess, "Yes! I wanted to lick you. Let me make it up to you with my tongue."

Thirty seconds later Jen is sitting on one of the consoles with her bun-hugging shorts peeled off and her muscular legs dangling over the edge. You're on your knees between her legs, inhaling the sweaty musk of her pussy, staring at a thick patch of pubic hair and the drooping lips of her slit. Is this really a captainly thing to do? Eat out your weapon's officer? What would your father have done?

Actually, you think as you lean forward, he probably did this sort of thing all the time, the dirty old buzzard. Jen sighs above you as your tongue makes contact with her fat clit. It's like a little knuckle against your lapping and licking.

"Oooh," Jen coos, tangling her fingers in your hair, "you've done this before, haven't you?"

"Unnn-hunnn," you admit, tonguing her sweaty twat. She laughs and pulls your face into her bristling bush. Your lips against her quivering quim, you snake your tongue into your cunt and slip her clit between your lips. She grins herself against your face and pulls you into the hot cauldron of her cunt with each roll of her hips. You can feel your nipples harden and your own pussy juice up and ache. You're so turned on you can't resist any longer and you thrust a hand between your thighs and start fingering your own little cunny.

"That's right," Jen says, watching you tongue her twat and finger bang yourself, "Make me cum, Captain. I want you to taste my cum."

She arches her back and cries out, flexing her muscular thighs on either side of your head so that you feel intense pressure. She's going to pop your head like a grape, you think as your mouth is flooded with her tangy girl cream. It floods your lips and pours over your chin in a slurpy, sloppy mess that you happily lick clean from her swollen slit.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Captain," Jen purrs, relaxing her muscles enough so you can breathe, but keeping your head held against her cunt and your nose buried in her musky muff. "That's it, clean me up."

Dutifully, maybe a little too submissively, you slather her sex with your lingering licks and move lower, ducking between her overhanging ass to tease your tongue between her sweaty crack. So much of her juice and your spit has drooled down from her pussy to her ass that all you taste is her cream as you rim her puckered hole and fingerbang yourself closer and closer to the brink.

"That's it, eat my ass," Jen moans.

You tongue her juicy wrinkle until you feel yourself peaking. You lift your head from her ass and lean back, slipping fingers steadily in and out and gasping with orgasmic pleasure. You grab one of your breasts and squeeze hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, fat nipple caught between two fingers. You lean back even more so Jen can watch you as you finger fuck yourself to a blinding climactic burst.

You recover, but your lust remains. You rise and kiss Jen, equals again. Your hand slides to her breast and you tease her tiny, brown nipples, kissing her tongue-to-tongue, moving lower and sucking the pebbles of her nipples. Soon you are locked in a 69 on the floor, tongues working in tandem on your juicy slits. It isn't long before you're hanging onto her muscular butt for dear life as the powerful Amazonian fingers and tongues you to another intense orgasm. When you come down, she sits up, riding your mouth and tongue towards another orgasm of her own.

The intercom chimes. It's Sypharra.

"Captain," she says, "we are approaching Omicron-69. Shall I begin docking procedures?"

"Mmmmph nnnn," you say into Jen's cunt. The Amazonian lifts off her hot, smothering cunt off your face a little allowing you to speak. "Notify me when we..."

Jen slides her fingers over your clit.

"Notify me when we have docked."

"I can finish myself off if need be," says Jen, looking down at your naked, sweat-streaked body splayed beneath her. "You can go."

You smile, though she can't see it, and hook both hands around her thighs. You pull her pussy and ass heavily onto your face and immediately your tongue snakes inside her. Jen's surprised giggles turns to a moan as your tongue once again finds that little alcove in her hot cunt that drives her wild. It's an hour or two to Omicron-69. You still have some tricks to show the insubordinate weapon's officer. You can shower and be ready by the time the ship docks, you think as your finger slides towards the spit-soaked knot of Jen's virgin asshole.