Star Ship Orion

New York. Morning rush hour. Some people are running from one transportation to another, hoping not to arrive late to their work. Some small nudges make the crowd more cosier in the Subway hall, expecting to enter an already full train.

It’s the year 2050. The United Nations have crumbled, just in the beginning of the century, after a bloody war on Irak by the United States. By now, only two confederations of countries have held: The European Union (that has for its borders the Atlantic and the Pacific Oceans) and the American Confederation (leaded by Brazil, which conquered the USA that was divided between the descendents of the first Americans and the "Non-Nationals" in the Second Civil War).

Portugal was doing well. Very well, I might add. Having just bought Spain for $5 (with the aid of the Portuguese Intelligence Secret Service (PISS)), my country was resuming the course of the early 15th century, when they led the discovery of the known world.

Having not yet crossed the Hudson River, the Subway stopped, letting some people crunch themselves into the train. Just then, this gorgeous blonde girl (recently over 20 years old) stepped inside the subway and tightened herself to me. My cock began to stiffen against her. I’m sure she felt it, because she stared at me with her light brown big eyes, and went to get her hand free.