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

One Day in 2335: Dexa, Morale Officer

... for me to be on display, but I was unable to discern if this was for his personal benefit or part of his demonstration to the men. Either way, I was eager to show him. They all watched as I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. My DuraBust bra is tight when I pull it over my tits and makes them bounce when the break free. It often elicits an audible response and the Drill Master's subtle sigh was just what I wanted to hear. This left me in my favorite uniform. The Fucking Uniform is the minimum a whore is allowed to wear while on standard duty. It consists of a three inch band around my left upper-arm which displays my rank and current squad assignment and then a pair of boots or shoes. The boots are a health and safety requirement, apparently. The “whore band” stays on even in bed, because when I am in bed I am still on duty and my rank has to be easily visible. I have no bed of my own, and am only allowed to sleep alone one night in eight. The Drill Master felt me up again, lifting my breasts to feel the weight. They may not be natural, but they look and feel natural, unlike cheaper enlargements. He spoke up so everyone could hear him, “How long has it been since Grey Squad planted seeds in your pussy?” “About ten minutes, sir.” “I can’t hear you,” he shouted. I repeated my answer, matching his volume. “And tell me, whore, who was responsible for guarding your pussy from the cocks of Grey Squad?” I gave him Reggie and Krudge’s names. He had them come forward. He must have ...

... picked Krudge for being in a hoverchair. He pointed at Krudge, “Make him lick your pussy.” Krudge was not some unknown soldier. He was a friend. He loves long slow blowjobs and fast doggy style, but dislikes when anyone cums on my face. However unlikely it might be that I ever found myself in real combat at his side, we still had a bond of trust which I was not willing to jeopardize. “No, sir.” The Master was in my face immediately, asking if I dared disobey an order. I stood my ground. It was my job. My men were important to me, and I do consider them my men. This part was my test and I would not let them down. Their training makes them tough, I keep them sane. Following the Master’s order would not help Krudge and as a Morale Officer it is my prerogative to refuse sexual orders if I believe them to be detrimental to my responsibilities. Besides that, I could see a couple of my guys smiling. They may not tell stories about the whore who saved their life in the field, but they are just as animated when they tell stories of a whore taking one for the team to preserve their dignity. I earned my reputation by doing whatever is necessary. “Drop and give me twenty, whore!” “Yes, sir.” My body goes all tingly when I kneel to give a blowjob in front of a large audience. I unzipped the Master’s uniform and extracted his cock. I caught Krudge’s eye and winked before I went down on the Master. Some whores feel intimidated by the aggressive situation and do it quickly. Since I love my job ...