Bari takes her turn

Eventually, Amaterasu slid off Luke’s lap and teetered back toward her nav station on sky-high peep-toe heels, tugging the hem of her glittery dress down just enough to barely cover her fleshy rump. Her face was streaked with smeared makeup, and both slender shoulder straps of her dress hung in tatters around her waist, leaving her enormous tits swaying free and glistening under the warm bridge lights.

Unbothered, Amaterasu grabbed a towel and briskly wiped her face and the sweat-slick curves of her chest. Then, humming softly, she pulled out her makeup kit and went to work. In minutes, her face was fresh again, lipstick newly gleaming, hair shaken back into those impossibly full ponytails.

She looked down at the limp straps dangling from her dress and sighed.

“Should’ve seen that coming,” she muttered. But then she squared her shoulders, tits still bare, and crooked a finger at Pinga.

“C’mon, bunny. We’ve got a lesson to finish.”

Pinga blinked, utterly floored by the speed of Amaterasu’s transformation. One minute she’d been moaning on the Captain’s cock, tears streaking her cheeks—the next, she was businesslike and radiant as ever, as if nothing at all had happened.

Amaterasu caught Pinga staring and gave her a mischievous grin.

“What’s wrong, little bunny? Never seen a girl handle her man and her job at the same time? It’s called multitasking.”

Meanwhile, Luke lounged in his command chair, legs spread wide. His cock still stood proud and glistening, smeared with traces of Amaterasu’s juices and red lipstick. He watched his women coolly for a few moments before locking eyes with Bari. With a single jerk of his chin, he summoned her.

Bari didn’t need words. Her cheeks flushed pink as she rose from her pilot’s seat and sauntered forward, hips swaying under the tight red fabric of her minidress. She stopped in front of Luke, eyes dark with heat, and slowly let the slender straps of her dress slide down her arms. Her generous tits spilled free, nipples already hard. She leaned forward, giving Luke a perfect view, then kept bending until her mouth could engulf his cock in a single, wet slide.

Pinga let out a soft gasp despite herself.

“Where were we? Oh yes—burn times!” Amaterasu said brightly. “The computer handles most of it, as long as you give it the—Pinga!”

She snapped her fingers under Pinga’s nose. The girl had been transfixed by the sight of Bari’s red thong peeking from between her taut, perfect buttocks.

Bari straightened, wiped her mouth with her wrist, and shot Amaterasu a mild glare.

“Ama, why can’t you wear non-stain lipstick like the rest of us? It’s a pain licking it off his dick.”

“If I did, then the Captain couldn’t see how deep I can get him,” Amaterasu shot back with a wink.

Bari rolled her eyes, but Luke gave Amaterasu an approving nod.

“If I’m clean now, do reverse cowgirl so they can watch your face,” he ordered.

“Oooh, he’s making Bari squirm,” Amaterasu whispered to Pinga, her voice conspiratorial.

Bari bit her lip, then reached down and hitched her tight red dress up to her waist. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her silk thong and peeled it slowly down her thighs, letting it fall around one ankle. With a practiced flick, she toed it off and tossed it directly at Pinga.

The tiny scrap of fabric slapped Pinga in the cheek before she managed to catch it in both hands. It was sodden, slick with Bari’s scent—a lush, musky sweetness that made Pinga’s pulse spike and her thighs press together. Heat flooded her cheeks, but she couldn’t stop herself from raising the scrap of fabric to her nose and inhaling, the smell making her pussy clench.

Bari turned around, facing the nav station, and braced her hands on Luke’s knees. Slowly, she bent her long legs and lowered her body until the thick head of his cock slid into her slick heat. Luke growled low in his throat, gripping Bari’s hips and pulling her all the way down until he was buried to the hilt.

Pinga had utterly forgotten the existence of burn times or nav charts. One of her hands had already snuck beneath her borrowed dress, fingertips skimming over the smooth, shaved folds of her pussy.

Amaterasu sighed, a smirk tugging at her glossy lips. She gave up the pretense of continuing the lesson and slipped a hand down her own bare stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs as she leaned closer to Pinga.

Bari began riding the Captain, slow at first, her hips rolling in a tight, practiced rhythm. Wet slaps echoed through the bridge, drowning out the delicate string music playing in the background. Her eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open on soft gasps as Luke’s thick cock pistoned inside her.

“Stars… Captain… fuck…” Bari panted, voice trembling as her pleasure built.

Suddenly, Luke wanted more. With a sharp grunt, he pushed himself upright, scooped Bari up under her thighs, and hefted her effortlessly into the air.

Pinga’s eyes went wide. The Captain was practically bench-pressing Bari’s entire weight, his powerful arms flexing as he began bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll.

Bari’s head fell back, hair whipping around her face, moans turning into incoherent cries. Her big tits jiggled wildly with each thrust, nipples flushed and dripping sweat. Pinga’s own breath quickened, her fingers pressing deeper into her wetness as she watched, unable to tear her gaze away.

Finally, even the Captain reached his limit. With a fierce snarl, he slammed Bari down one final time, his hips bucking as he spilled deep inside her.

For one brief moment, the bridge fell utterly silent except for the soft hiss of the air recyclers.

Then Luke slumped back into his throne, chest heaving, and Bari slid bonelessly down onto the floor, panting, legs splayed. Pinga gave a startled whimper as a quiet climax overtook her, shuddering from head to toe.

Amaterasu, ever the considerate lover, dropped gracefully to her knees in front of Luke. She wrapped her lips around his softening cock—not sucking, but simply holding him there, warm and gentle, prolonging the pleasure and winding him down. Her dark eyes shimmered with affection and absolute devotion.

Pinga licked her lips, heat still throbbing low in her belly. She hadn’t learned how to pilot the ship today…but she’d learned something else, something dangerous and exhilarating:

She wanted more. She wanted to be one of his girls.