Time for the SVT (the what?!)

For Stan Irutian, 37, this was an unusual morning. There was no headache from the liquor he drank to kill the boredom. Furthermore, his back didn't hurt from the bunk bed. In fact, he was pretty damn comfortable. He slowly opened his eyes.

"That's weird," he thought.

He was not in his bunk. In fact, he was fairly certain he was nowhere near Shithole-9.

He was in a bright, sparsely decorated room, lying naked on a narrow, tall bed. As his eyes adjusted to the light, two people emerged in front of him. Their body shapes looked strangely familiar... Women! He hadn't seen a woman in four years. And they were dressed in tight uniforms, clinging, oh so nicely, to their lovely curves... Ah, so it was one of those dreams. It all made sense now.

"He's waking up, Captain," the one on the left said.

A blonde, she was shorter than the brunette she addressed.

"Man, they are hot!" he thought, and instantly he felt blood rushing to his groin.

"Indeed," said the tall brunette, as her gaze fell on his lower half.

It was definitely that kind of dream. The Captain looker slightly more mature than her subordinate, but not by much. Probably somewhere in her mid-twenties, Stan guessed.

"Lieutenant, please provide the candidate with some stimulation. We haven't got all day."

"Certainly, Captain," the blonde said, then turned to Stan and unzipped her uniform down to her midriff. Two lovely, large tits spilled out, and she smiled.

"Hello, Stan," she said with a soft voice. "I'm Meea, and this is Serrah. Please lay back and relax. You're in safe hands."

Literally. She reached out and put her hand on his dick, while the Captain watched.

"Nngh," he groaned as she started to pump it with a tight, but comfortable grip.

It quickly grew big and hard, and Stan grinned as his dream cock appeared, substantially more impressive than it was in real life. He had always been ashamed of his meager size. But in dreams anything can happen!

Meea spit in her hand and applied it to the shaft, making it nice and slick. This allowed her to step up her game. Stan groaned again, as the blonde started using both hands on him, twisting them in opposite directions around the shaft. It felt like heaven, and he could swear his cock got even harder.

"Mmm, that's my boy," Meea said, then turned to Serrah. "Captain, this is exceptional!"

"Indeed, Lieutenant," the tall brunette replied. She held up a small device in front of him, and a visible scanning light passed from the base to the tip. The machine beeped.

"Incredible!" Captain Serrah Joamo gasped, and showed the numbers to her second-in-command, Meea Jaymes.

"Woah, really? 9.2 inches?!" she said, and the Captain nodded.

"That's more than double his given length!" Meea added.

"Yes, but look at the girth improvement," the Captain said, and pointed to the line, "from 3.8 to 5.7 inches in circumference! It's massive. We've never seen results like this!"

Meea, the topless blonde jerking the impossibly thick shaft, could only nod. She unmistakably felt her juices dripping into her panties. She hadn't fucked a man since before the Third Aldebaran Skirmish, and her cravings grew stronger each minute.

Stan had long ago decided to just enjoy this strange, wet dream. Hell, dreaming at all was a rare occurrence in the uncomfortable bunk beds of Shithole-9. So, a vivid fantasy like this was something to cherish and hold on to. He laid back and let the young woman jerk his cock with great enthusiasm. It felt strangely real to him, but he knew it was a dream. In addition to being hung as a horse, he felt stronger and more fit than ever.

"Lieutenant, let's move on to the next step, the SVT," the brunette said.

"Starting the SVT." the blonde acknowledged.

"What's the SVT?" Stan asked, but got no reply.

He reached out and squeezed the captain's butt, and she smiled to him.

"I believe the protocol says we should both contribute now, to ensure the most accurate results."

"Affirmative, Captain," Meea said, and released her grip of Stan's tool. The two women took a step back, then simultaneously pulled down their zippers completely. Apart from panties, they were naked underneath. The Captain's tits were smaller than her subordinate's, but looked slightly firmer, and had more prominent areolas. Both women were gorgeous beyond expectation.

Captain Joamo walked over to the doorway, and quickly entered commands on the panel next to it. A click was heard, and Stan realized the door was now locked. The lights dimmed. Then a whirring sound started, and the bed began to widen considerably, while lowering towards the floor. How convenient! The brunette smiled reassuringly. As soon as the bed stopped, the two babes crawled onto it. The lieutenant kissed him deeply, and the feeling of their tongues playing together made his cock twitch. As soon as she retracted, the captain took over. He felt their hands grasping for his shaft at the same time, and the women giggled as their fingers met. He reached down on both girls, and they moaned in unison as his hands gently massaged their wet panties. A wicked grin formed on his face.

Serrah Joamo couldn't help herself. She was the captain of the Quantum Yacht "Queen Seleza", en route to Tasim-4 with a young daughter of the Galactic Emperor for her wedding to an important war lord. She had an important job to do, and truth be told, this was part of it. Sort of. But right now she wasn't the captain. Right now, she was Serrah. Horny Serrah. All she needed - all she craved - was this man's thick, hard meat inside her tight pussy. A pussy that hadn't been fucked in months.

The two women softly squirmed their way down to Stan's cock. Hungrily, the brunette let it slip in between her thick, soft lips.

"Oh, fuck!" Stan groaned as her wet, warm tongue rotated around the head.

From the left, the blonde started licking his heavy balls and the base of the shaft. Ah, he felt like an emperor!

Serrah bobbed rhytmically on the head for a while, having given up getting more than the first two inches into her mouth. Meea took care of the rest, she knew. This wasn't the first time the two women had cooperated on a lucky man, and it wouldn't be the last. Serrah let the fat cock slip out of her mouth, and studied it for a few seconds. It stood proudly, curving slightly upwards, almost impossibly hard. The shaft was lined with thick veins, pumping blood to the bulbous, almost purple head.

"Damn!" she blurted out, "It's so fucking big!"

She looked up at Stan, who grinned like a madman. She knew that smile all too well. They were always like this after the procedure, and all too often they were Category 1s. She really hoped this one was a Cat-7 or better. They had a princess to please.

She went back to work and Meea immediately joined her, their two tongues licking in sync all the way from the base to the head. There, they met for a wet, steamy kiss. French kissing, they used to call it back in the 21st century. They giggled and looked up at him, his eyes fixed on them in awe. But not for long. He put his hands on their heads and pushed them back onto his massive tool. Ah! Bonus point. Captain Joamo smiled and licked him even more enthusiastically.