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Ramona Wagner woke up slowly. Her narrow bunk was comfortable, if small, and waking up was difficult. She sat up and swung her legs off the bunk, standing easily. It had been a week abord ship, and low gravity was still shocking to her, especially first thing in the morning.

She stepped sleepily into her green jumpsuit, smiling at the dirt on the knees. This journey had been incredible and sexy. Each day she woke up she was excited to do her job, and excited to be doing it with the Professor. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

Wagner headed to the common area to grab some breakfast. The room was empty, and she helped herself to a cup of coffee and a bagel with butter.

“Won’t have any of this soon,” she muttered, smelling the warm coffee steam. She savoured each bite, and each sip, enjoying a luxury of Earth that soon would run out. The door opened, and Lyndon Carson walked in and helped himself to breakfast before sitting down across from her.

“How are ya this morning Ramona,” he asked sleepily. He had been unfriendly in the past, and she thought it was nice that he was loosening up a bit.

“I am well thank you. I had a wonderful sleep. How about you?”

“Hm, fine, tired,” he said, sipping his black coffee, “need to work on the beans today.”

“Yes, I was going to mention this,” she said with interest, “they are doing well, we’ll need to repot them I think.” He nodded.

“Yeah, they’re lookin good. You wanna take care of that today? I’ll work with the Professor on the carbon scrubber lichens.” Ramona nodded and finished off the dregs of her coffee.

“I’ll go start on this,” she said, rising.

“Hang on, no need to rush Ramona,” said Carson, looking up, “I had a question for ya actually.” She sat, raising her eyebrows. He’d never been very interested in her work in Greenland.

“What’s up?”

“I wanted your opinion on the lichens. You and the professor have been working on them a while now. Any thoughts on how we should proceed?”

“Oh um,” she started, taken aback. She’d not expected him to ask her opinion on such work. “I would start with species four. That one appears to do best the cold. The others, they are more efficient for carbon but…”

“But if they’re frozen and dead, they’re not efficient,” he said, finishing her sentence. She nodded sagely. “I agree. Thanks for your insight, Ramona.”

“No problem,” she said lightly, standing once again to leave. She dropped off her tray and headed to the lab. She was happy to feel included in the work. She had been feeling irrelevant on Greenland, like she was there for the labour, at least according to Carson. To have him genuinely ask her opinion made her feel important and valued.

“He’s not so bad,” she said to herself, looking over the beans. Row upon row of beans were growing in the main hall of the botany lab. She picked a small bean and crunched on the green flesh. “These will get boring soon. They need butter.”

The plants were growing taller, faster than she’d ever seen beans grow before; the low gravity on Hermes meant they barely needed trellising to keep them growing. The botany lab was the warmest room in the Hermes, and soon she was overheating. She unzipped her jumpsuit and tied the arms around her waist, leaving her in just in white singlet on top.

Each plant needed potting individually, and she soon fell into the rhythm, letting her mind wander. There was something she’d always loved about paying attention to plants. Something practical, yet relaxing. Some time later the door squeaked open, and Lyndon Carson walked in, with Raynor Schwartz following behind. They were mid conversation about lichens and stopped to check in with her.

“Good morning, Ramona,” smiled Schwartz, walking over to her, “how are the beans?”

“They’re happy,” she said, admiring her work, “they’re exploding in fact.”

“Outstanding,” grunted Carson, looking over her work. “Yeah, we got a good crop here.”

“Mister Carson says you favour species four? Me too,” said Schwartz with the satisfied look of a teacher to his student. Wagner blushed.

“Thanks, I’m glad you agree. The cold…”

“Yes, you’re absolutely right Ramona,” he said, touching her shoulder, “we need reliable species.” Wagner could see his eyes drift to her perky tits in her singlet and she smiled inwardly.

“Hey professor, you want to go grab some grub then take care of the rest,” asked Carson.

“Ja, we will. Ramona, will you join?”

“Not right now, thanks Raynor. I want to finish what I started here.”

“Of course,” he nodded, “I will see you later, yes?”

“Absolutely,” she said with a smile. The two men headed out and left Wagner with her beans. She felt wanted, professionally, and personally.

The lichens and other Mars-friendly plants were behind glass in the botany hall, and she saw her reflection in it. Her white single smeared with dirt, her hair dishevelled, and her jumpsuit was dirty. Yet she felt beautiful, and desired, and it made her feel good. And wanted.

She took out her intercom, and pulled up the phone app. The Green Mars corporation was happy to provide such things; even with no live internet, the colonists could send pictures back to Earth for them to post and use in public relations. She took a selfie, in front of her plants.

She looked good in the picture, in spite of the dirt. She felt sexy, and ideas started creeping into her mind. She’d worried so much about the professor’s response to her dirty ideas, but when he supported them, and her, a fire of passion started inside her. People on Earth, untouchable, lusting after her. The thought made her heart flutter in her chest. She pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her single, making them pointy and visible in her top. She took another selfie.

“Better,” she muttered. She looked around to see if anyone was coming, and seeing nobody, she lifted her top and took another picture. The picture of her with her perky tits out and nipples hard like little pencil erasers made her buzz with excitement. She took another look around, then pulled her jumpsuit down around her hips and pushed her panties down to make her smooth pussy and little stripe of pubic hair visible. She took the picture, then spread her labia and took another. The photoshoot made her wet and the last picture she took was of her with her tits out, licking her wet fingers.

“Mmm, that’s perfect,” she said to herself as she adjusted her clothing back and admiring the pics on her intercom. She sent the safe pictures to the company social account, and then the others, she sent to the professor. He replied quickly.

RS: You’re so hot Ramona

RW: I can’t wait for later…

She put away the intercom and went back to her duties but had a harder time focusing than she had before. Smutty visions of the professor coursed through her mind. Her womanhood ached with desire.

The potting up of the plants continued even with Wagner’s distraction. It was important; they needed room to grow, and they needed to be portable; the risk of solar flares remained high. The radiation might kill the plants and doom the mission. Even if it was unlikely the rad levels would get that high, it was too much of a risk. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Her heartbeat with anticipation until she saw it was Gabriel Alphonse who had messaged.

GA: Solar activity increasing. Expect flares in 24 to 48hrs.

“That’s no good,” she muttered, and continued her work. She’d have the plants all ready to transport soon. “Cancer is the last thing anyone needs,” she told the plant she was repotting. Her phone buzzed again, and this time she assumed it was Alphonse, but instead saw that the professor had responded.

RS: What do you have in mind for later ;)

Her body buzzed with desire as she typed out her response.

RW: Anything you want. I’m your slutty little fucktoy.

She went back to work, aching with lust, **** to feel his touch. If she considered taking a break to touch herself, but decided she was too busy. Besides; she wanted to save it for the professor.

Days spent amongst the plants always sped by Wagner had found. Even with her distraction, she felt like she’d barely just started and yet, hundreds of plants were done. It was four in the afternoon, as much as time meant anything abord Hermes. The door squeaked open, and her two co-workers walked in, mid conversation.

“Yeah, so we need to get the… oh hey Ramona,” said Carson, walking ahead of Schwartz.

“Good afternoon, guys,” she said cheerfully, giving the professor a glance, meeting his eyes. “I’m done here, just finished up the potting of beans. The other stuff is already done.”

“You saw Gabe’s message Ramona,” asked Schultz.

“Yes, all ready to go.”

“Glad to hear it, well done,” said Carson with satisfaction.

“Thank you. Everything is good here; I’m going to go freshen up before dinner,” she said lightly. Carson nodded with approval, and she headed to the door, raising her eyebrow to Schultz as she did. She walked past him, her hand accidently-on purpose brushing his butt on the way by. Carson had gone down the wing, and as Wagner exited the room, she saw Schultz’s watch her. She cast a furtive glance around, saw nobody, and quickly pulled up her singlet and flashed her supple tits at him with a giggle. His facial expression was a mix of excitement and surprise. She grinned and closed the door.

Wagner headed to her room down the empty, upward curving hallway. She thought it made her seem like everything was uphill. She entered her little room and started to wash up. She washed her hands and wiped the soil from her face with a washcloth, then stripped off her dirty clothes.

“Need to do laundry,” she muttered, feeling the cold air on her body. Her nipples were hard and pointy in the cold air. She’d barely undressed when she heard footsteps outside her door. “That was quick,” she said to herself with a cheeky grin. A knock on the door broke the silence of the room. She opened it, not bothering to cover herself.

“Lucky it’s me at the door,” said Schultz, admiring her body.

“Your whore doesn’t need clothes,” she whispered as he walked in the door, “they’d just get in the way.”

As soon as Schultz closed the door behind him, Wagner dropped to her knees, pulling down the zipper of his jumpsuit while she did. He moaned softly when she pulled his partially erect cock out of his underwear and slid it directly into her mouth. She felt the hot flesh in her mouth get harder while she bobbed on it to the sound of his groans. She tasted his salty precum in her mouth and felt his hand drift to the back of her head.

“Ugh so good,” he groaned, slowly thrusting into her mouth. She moaned around the cock in her throat, letting him set the tempo. Soon he had both hands on her head and was fucking her mouth, softly at first, then harder. Saliva dribbled down her chin. She gagged a few times as he fucked her face. She wanted him to cum like this, to fill her slutty mouth with his load, but she wanted more too.

“Use me,” she gasped when he pulled his cock against her lips, letting her tongue his tip. He shoved himself roughly back into her mouth, and she gagged a bit as pushed his hard, throbbing cock as deep into her throat as he could. He withdrew again, letting her breath, seeing tears stream down her face from gagging.

“Are you OK,” he asked with a gasp, clearly enjoying himself but not wanting to push her too far.

“Yeah,” she breathed, licking his shaft, “I’m yours to use.”

“Bend over the bed slut,” he commanded, his voice harder than it had just been. She stood and rose, walked slowly to the bed and bent over it as he commanded. She was quivering with anticipation, looking at the wall, unable to see what he was doing. She heard his clothes fall to the floor, then felt his hands on her ass cheeks. He gave her ass a hard smack, making her squeal, then shoved his cock roughly inside her.

“Oh fuu.. fuck,” she cried out as he started to fuck her. It was rough and hard. He slammed himself deep inside her and smacked her ass a few more times while she cried out in pleasure. She didn’t even realize she was about to cum when her first orgasm rolled through her. She heard Schultz groaned in pleasure when her pussy clamped down on his thrusting cock.

“Fuck… yes… fucking use me,” she moaned, “use your whore.” Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

He removed his hand on her ass cheeks, and she heard him lick his forefinger, then put it back on her, rimming her asshole with the wet digit. She let out a deep moan feeling him penetrate her tightest hole. She rammed her ass back against him, her body craving the cock and finger deeper inside her. Another orgasm rippled through her, the pillow in her face muffling her screams.

“Y-you… you can have my ass baby,” she breathed, looking back at him. He seemed to hesitate, then she said, “fuck my slutty asshole stud.” He didn’t need another invite. His cock was wet with her juices, and she felt his cockhead find her tight little ass. He pushed in slowly, and a low, guttural groan escaped her lips when he pushed into the tight muscled ring of her ass.

He started slowly, working his hardness into her. She felt every inch of him as he pushed inside her. The discomfort fast gave way to pleasure, and she started backing her ass up against his thrusts.

“Yeah, fuck my ass baby,” she cooed while he increased his tempo. She reached down to play with her pussy while he fucked her.

“So tight,” he sighed, grabbing her ass cheek hard. She could feel him start to swell inside her.

“Cum inside my slutty ass baby,” she moaned as another orgasm built up. He started to grunt and moan loudly, and his pleasure sent her over the edge. She screamed with pleasure feeling him pulse.

“Fuck fuuuuck,” he groaned while his twitching cock filled her ass with cum. She screamed with delight, cumming so hard she dripped on the bed beneath her. Her arms gave out and she collapsed on the bed, her ass in the air, Schultz still thrusting into her arse. His thrusts became slower, and he gently withdrew himself, admiring his handiwork as he did.

“Take a picture of your cum dripping out of my little hole,” she purred, handing him her intercom. She felt so slutty and wild, exposing herself like this for the camera while cum dripped out of her. He took a couple pictures, then she felt his finger slide inside her drenched pussy. She moaned loudly, and louder still when his ring finger pushed into her cum soaked ass. He fingered her hard, his other hand still holding the intercom, filming his fingers double penetrate her. She moaned louder still, looking back at the lens.

“Cum for me whore,” he growled. She screamed out and clenched on the fingers inside her. Cum, hers and his, dripped down her thighs and ass cheeks. She wailed with delight, orgasming for her man, just as she was instructed to do.

He slowly withdrew his fingers and the two collapsed into the bed next to each other. Wagner scrolled through the pictures and video, watching herself getting finger fucked while she felt cum leak down her thighs. She wondered if her ass would be sore the next day, but she didn’t mind; for a fuck that good, she’d take it.

“I can’t wait to post these,” she whispered.

“Is… is that part, fun too,” he asked, still regulating his breathing.

“It makes me so hot.”

“Then we’ll need to keep taking pictures, won’t we?”

Ramona Wagner nodded with satisfaction. Yes, they would.