Chief Petty Officer Wallace - [BJ]

The Boatswain watched as the others examined the objects on the coffee table and chatted with the females present. Although a frequent practitioner of Bondage and Dominance, tonight he was only interested in a blowjob. Or two. Or maybe even three. Depending on his recovery time and the willingness of his partner.

"You don't find anything that interests you?" a woman of Asian descent in a clinging red evening gown asked him.

"Mmm," Wallace shrugged. "I'm just hoping for some oral action tonight."

"Giving or receiving?" the woman teased. "Or both."

"Oh, receiving," Wallace replied. He knew that tonight was a onetime deal so no need to be romantic or charming. He just wanted his dick sucked.

"Did I hear someone mention 'head'," a Rubenesque blonde asked as she approached the two. Her full breasts were almost spilling over the top of her formal dress. "I am a Head Nurse."

Glancing away from the man she was talking to, the other Nurse in the group called over, "Since when?" Evidently she did not catch the pun.

"Since now," the blonde Nurse replied. Then, looking up at Wallace hopefully, she added, "If Abe is interested, that is."

The Boatswain made eye-contact with the Asian woman and arched one eyebrow. She nodded her head slightly. Like all the women at the party, she was there to express her gratitude to the men who were, quite literally, saving her planet. All that mattered was that the men were satisfied.

"Abe is interested," was Wallace's answer to the blonde Nurse who smiled broadly, almost patting her hands together in glee.

When they entered the upstairs bedroom, the Nurse, whose name was Wanda, asked, "Do you want me to undress?"

"Only if it will make you more comfortable," he answered while sitting down to remove his boots. Wanda considered, then decided that if he had no preference, the chances were he would find it more stimulating if she remained clothed. As if she was nothing but a mouth as far as he was concerned. For some reason, she found that rather exciting.

Now naked from his waist down, Wallace draped the pants of his uniform over the foot of the bed, trying to prevent them from becoming wrinkled. His boxers and socks he dropped on top of his pants. There was a chair in front of the dressing table which he pulled out into the center of the room and sat down.

Wanda took a pillow from the bed and approached the seated Spacer, plopping the pillow down between his bare feet. Pulling her full skirt up past her knees, she knelt down before him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she looked up into his face and said, "I know you have heard this before, but you just have no idea what your arrival here means to us. All of us. But especially to those of us who are on the front-lines and having to . . ."

She choked up, unable to continue speaking. Shaking her head to try to clear it of the morbid thoughts, Wanda slid her hands along the insides of Wallace's thighs. Moving up to bracket his privates as she opened her mouth and lowered her head.

The Boatswain sat impassively, watching the woman kiss and lick his dick. Watching as it responded. Lengthening and stiffening as she fawned over it. He could not think of how to reply to her words. Women had sucked him off for money. Had sucked him off from arousal. One . . . a long, long time ago . . . had sucked him off for love. But he had never been blown before because he was a hero.

Hell, there were no heroes in the Solar Guard. If a man wanted to be a hero, he joined the Mobile Infantry. When she took his now erect cock into her mouth and closed her lips around it, he finally said, "We're just doing our job, Wanda." He stroked the side of her blonde head. "We are just thankful that we got here in time."

Looking up at him with her cock buried in her mouth, she started to bob her head rapidly up and down. Sucking on it all the time. She was going to give this man a blowjob he would remember. And then . . . if he wanted, she was going to suck him off again.