One Day in 2335: Dexa, Morale Officer - Sex Stories

One Day in 2335: Dexa, Morale Officer

... of guys who have limited female contact. The core of my job is to look after the guys in my squad, but I may be called upon to serve anyone at any time. When it comes to exercises like the current one, our opponents do not care what rank I am. Thus, even a Private can force his dick anywhere he likes. Without uniforms, I had no idea what rank the man carrying me held. They took me back to their base without incident. My legs slowly regained feeling while two new men, both human, took their turns fucking me. Shortly after that, the siren wailed, indicating the end of the exercise. Part of me suspected that it had been delayed just so these last two men could fuck me. Everyone gathered for the debriefing. I stood in the front row with my Blue Squad. Reggie was standing, but Krudge was in a hoverchair, as were a few others, still affected by the stun gun. Grey Squad was lined up similarly next to us. They only had two men in chairs to our six. The Drill Master shouted at us and praised the greys for a bit. “Whores, front and center.” I knew Trixie, the Grey Squad whore. She had attitude towards all the rest of us whores, but I do not rate her highly. We have ways of rating our peers based on how the men talk about us. She will be smug after this exercise, thinking she had defeated me personally. We stood side by side. Trixie looked immaculate, like she just got dressed for exercises. I had no pants and my shirt was muddy and ripped. I was in the better position. All the guys in ...

... both squads would be looking at me not Trixie. A twisted part of me loved standing there, exposed for everyone to see. Many eyes checking out my pussy, ass and legs, which I knew looked good with my four inch heels, was always a good thing. This moment is why I wear my heeled boots on exercises. A whore in flats is like a stun gun with no charge. Well, perhaps not quite, since I am by no means useless without them. My guys felt ashamed, I knew that. Then they had it shouted at them. After the Drill Master finished berating the men for letting the enemy fuck their whore, he paced in front of the two us, looking us over meticulously. He traced his finger over the pocket on Trixie’s shirt and then groped her breast. Trixie smiled. Trixie preferred the natural body. Her bust was a meager 0.4 liters, smaller than even the natural average. With me he examined my bust, leaning his head one way, then the other. “Those are massive.” Trixie snorted, “Completely fake, sir.” “Completely organic, sir.” I proudly pushed my chest out a little more. “So, you’re Dexa.” It almost sounded like a question. The corner of my mouth curled. I assume he knew of me by reputation. His expression did not change. “I like ‘em.” Yes! Eat that, Trixie. Of course, I only said this in my mind. His hand felt my left breast and slid around underneath. Having a man touch me in front of so many witnesses made me more aroused than when the grey squad guys fucked me. “Show me.” He withdrew his hand. It was common ...