Thursday, 1800 Hours

Captain Depardieu lay sprawled out on the living room couch of Professor Denise Sandstorm. He was nude from the waist down and she was kneeling between his legs. The topless dishwater-blonde with the pixie haircut was bobbing her head up and down, her lips milking Depardieu's dick. Lifting her head, she asked, "Who is Lieutenant Hammer?"

"Huh, what?" Depardieu opened his eyes, blinking them as he stared down at Denise. "He's, uh, he's the new First Officer on the 5-EX. He had instructor duty before that."

He reached out with one hand, grabbing the back of her head and gently pulling on it, urging her to take his cock back into her mouth. She complied, wrapping her lips around the hard fuck-stick and sucking on it. While moving her head up and down, her hand stroked his shaft. She was a talented fellatrix, swirling her tongue around the hard cock, her cheeks caved in as she sucked.

A few minutes later, as Depardieu slowly rotated his hips, grinding his butt into the cushions of the couch while the woman blew him, she lifted her head again. "He came barging in today. No phone call or anything."

"Uh, yeah, I know," Depardieu replied, annoyed by the interruption. "Admiral Thorndike sent him."

"You knew?" Denise exclaimed, continuing to stroke Depardieu's spit coated cock to keep it from going soft. "Did you know before he came over?"

"Yes," he answered with an impatient voice.

"Why didn't you call me to warn me?" she asked, her own tone was one of irritation.

"I was sitting right next to the Admiral when he said 'surprise inspection," he grumbled. "It would have been a breech of discipline if I had warned you."

Shaking her head in aggravation, her short hair bouncing, she went back to sucking him off. Depardieu relaxed, closing his eyes once more as the topless woman orally pleasured him. He was getting close to cumming. It would be any moment now . . .

"How much influence does he have with Admiral Thorndike?" Denise asked.

"Jeez, Dee," he blurted out. "Are we here for you to suck my dick or to talk about Hammer?"

She glared at him and then went back to slobbing on his knob. Bobbing her head violently and squeezing his shaft tighter, she was going to get the son-of-a-bitch off and be done with it.

Already teetering on the edge, Denise's 'attack' pushed him over it. Crying out, he grasped her head solidly with both hands and bucked his hips as his cock belched out its heavy load of sperm. Flooding her mouth. Denise swallowed repeatedly, gulping down the salty goo as he filled her mouth over and over again. She was unable to move her head since he held it firmly and place. All she could do was to allow him to use her mouth as a cum dump.

Even after his ejaculation ended and his hands fell away, she kept his cock in her mouth, sucking on it for any last drops of spunk. His body twitched and shook as he came down from his orgasmic high. Only after the dick in her mouth began to soften did she lift her head.

Her anger was now gone. Partly because she realized that he did have a point. She wouldn't want him asking about another woman while he was eating her out (not that he ever did that very often). And also, there was the satisfaction of knowing that she had the power to make him blow his load.

"Would you like me to make you something to eat?" she asked as she leaned back on her haunches.

Throwing his leg over her head, Depardieu rose from the couch, looking around for his boxers. "Thanks, but I need to be getting home before my wife starts worrying where I am."

She remained kneeling on the floor, watching him get dressed. When he was done, he bent down to kiss her forehead before he left, saying, "I'll call you tomorrow."