Captain's Quarters

You're vaguely curious to find out what Commodore Oh called Georgiou about so you follow the disheveled captain out of the turbolift. You walk behind her so you can admire the shake in her hips as she walks, occasionally you get a nice view of her breasts when she passes by a reflective surface. It's a busy corridor and despite the (you think) unintentional show the captain is giving you, your attention still drifts to the abundance of beautiful women who pass by. What the hell, you think, might as well enjoy yourself. You spread your arms wide as you walk, fondling a breast here, swatting an ass there. No one bats an eye at this odd behaviour.

Sadly, your antics are brought to an end as the captain arrives at her quarters.

"Can I help you crewman?"

"Don't mind me my little fucktoy"

"But I do mind crewman. These are my quarters and I have a confidential call with Starfleet."

"Oh don't worry I just thought it would be fun to bend you over your desk and fuck you as you spoke to command. I promise I won't listen to your call".

Philippa's eyes glaze over for a moment as her mind tries to replace what you have said with something that actually sounds like a normal reason for why a lowly crewman would be allowed into her quarters while she's on a secret call. Eventually she seems to give up and wordlessly leads you into her quarters.

As you cross the threshold to the captain's quarters you casually shed your pants and start stroking your already hard cock at the thought of finally spearing this oriental treasure.

Commodore Oh steps out of the shadows

"Hello Philippa, it's good to see you".

"Commodore! What are you doing here? How did you get on my ship?"

Georgiou is surprised but not angry. The two mature Asians share a sisterly embrace made a little ridiculous by the captain's state of undress and you jacking off in the doorway.

"I don't think we've met, crewman?"

You take a small bit of pleasure as you reach out and shake her hand with the same hand that's just been wrapped around your dick and not so long ago was pleasuring the captain.

"Crewman Dick Rodgers ma'am. I'm just here to fuck the captain like the dirty Asian slut she is".

That familiar blink of dismissal.

"Very good, carry on Rodgers".

Don't mind if you do. You set to work removing the captain's uniform and underwear as the commodore rattles on about the convoluted way she got on the ship and some secret mission she has for the captain. Pushing your luck you decide the commodore looks a little warm in her uniform. Maybe it needs extra ventilation? With minimal effort you rip open her uniform so it's completely open at the front. She still looks a little warm so you pull up her bra over her tits. Much better. Both women completely ignore the makeovers you just given both of them. Ungrateful bitches.

The commodore is droning on about some alien despot who has got an ancient goober and now there's some kind of threat to the Federation and life as we know it. Blah, blah, blah. You interrupt her exposition dump to give her a deep kiss. Her lips are soft and firm. You push your tongue in her mouth and play with her tongue. When you break the kiss a long string of saliva trails between you. It breaks off and splashes on her exposed breasts.