Continuation from pt 1- later that Sol. Morale Officer is the head solution to a crisis on the first voyage to Mars.
Ryo knew English only as a second language, so after his orgasm ‘extraction' they floated together and he asked her “Ang- can I kiss your cat?” Her mind swirling from the mellowing meds Priya had given her and the day’s sexual insanity, it took her a moment to translate what Ryo was offering, and she was surprised that a pang of horniness swept through her. “I would really like that” she purred.
Angelique excused herself and pushed off to clean up in the washroom. Sex among the crew was against policy, and with cameras at every corner no one had tried to disobey. Ryo, thinking quickly, grabbed some old footage of them playing cards and used his Admin privileges to loop it into the monitor feed so they could have this time to themselves.
Ang floated back into the room naked and grinning. She absently reached down to touch herself and found her pussy was wet and tense with anticipation. Ryo was muscular with his slight build— a handsome Asian. He playfully gave her a come-hither sign with his finger and wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. Suspended in midair, he grasped her waist and slid down, kissing her neck and throat, the space between her breasts, and the spot where her lady-fur would have been (Angelique had done a quick trim in the washroom for him). She moaned, practically panting in anticipation— it had been sooo long without attention down there and the day had left her mind filled with sexual images.
Ryo’s tongue tip moved down a bit and got to work, starting slowly and gently. “He may have been a virgin when it comes to getting blowjobs, but some lady friend taught him well!” she mused gratefully as he nibbled the sides of her labia.
Angelique moaned as Ryo’s tongue traced the delicate inner folds, parting them with slow, deliberate strokes that sent sparks racing up her spine. Weightless, her body drifted slightly with each tremor, only his steady hands on her hips keeping her anchored against his mouth. The recycled air felt charged now, tinged with the scent of her arousal.
His tongue circled around her clit in lazy figure-eights, then flattened to lap broad and warm from her entrance upward, gathering her wetness like he was savoring something rare and precious. After a few passes he sucked gently on the swollen pearl, giving just enough pressure to make her hips jerk involuntarily, a soft “ah—!” escaping her lips.
She threaded her fingers into his dark hair. “Ryo… god, right there… don’t stop…”, her voice husky on the last word, breathy and raw. The mood-lifter that Medic Priya had given her still hummed pleasantly in her veins, loosening her inhibitions, every enhanced sensation liquid and bright. She could feel herself clenching around nothing, aching to be filled, but his mouth was enough—more than enough.
He hummed against her in response, the vibration rippling straight through her core. One hand slid up the back of her thigh, fingers splaying to hold her open wider while the other stayed firm on her hip. Then—slowly, carefully—he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upward in that same come-hither motion he’d made earlier. He found the spot almost immediately, making her whole body quiver like a bowstring.
Angelique’s head tipped back, dark hair fanning out in a weightless halo. “Yes—uhhh—” Her thighs pressed around his ears as he stroked that swollen ridge inside her in perfect rhythm with his tongue flicking her clit. She willed her thighs to reopen a bit so he could do what he wanted with her sex. The dual sensations built fast, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like she might shatter.
He sensed the way her breathing hitched and the tiny frantic contractions against his fingers and he pushed the pace. She could hear the wet sounds of his mouth working her, obscene and intimate in his quiet cabin, and the caring ministrations of her friend only pushed her higher. He held the pace steady, knowing that consistency is the key to unleashing to a woman’s kundalini. “Ryo—I’m—I’m gonna—” The words dissolved into a broken whimper. He then deliberately slowed the pace, making her work harder to come.
She began to moan loudly and slapped her hand over her mouth to keep her involuntary applause from echoing down the corridor. Her hips bucked against his face in helpless little spasms. Her juices began to flow, and Ryo suddenly remembered that the ‘swallow protocol’ probably applied to girl-juice too. He would be a pariah if this was what wrecked the bio-recycler! He opened his mouth and positioned his lips around her sex like a gasket, finishing the oral massage of her sex with his tongue-tip and sipping her juices into his gullet, swallowing quickly to keep up. She froze in the paroxysm of orgasm while Ryo aided her completion. She was left trembling, gasping, floating limp in his grasp.
Ryo eased back slowly, kissing the sensitive insides of her thighs, then her mound, soft and reverent, as one does with a new lover. When he finally drifted up to meet her eyes, his lips and chin glistened with her release. He looked dazed, proud, and a little awestruck, like he couldn’t quite believe he’d done that to her so well.
Angelique cupped his face with shaking hands and pulled him into a deep, messy kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. Salty-sweet, warm, a little funky. She licked into his mouth lazily, grateful, possessive. When she fully came down from her peak she pressed her forehead against his, both of them breathing hard in the amber half-light. “You…” she whispered “are a great cat kisser.”
Ryo gave a shy, crooked smile, cheeks flushed dark. “Only for you, Ang.”
She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling their naked bodies together. His cock— achingly hard—slid hot and slick along her soaked folds, not pushing in, just resting there, throbbing with every heartbeat. They waved their arms to direct their weightless embrace to the sleep sack.
They snuggled in and she rocked gently against him, teasing them both and feeling his poker. “Tomorrow.” She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his length, giving one slow, firm stroke that made him hiss through his teeth. “But now,” she continued, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “just hold me for a while. I’m not ready to be alone yet.”
A while later, after Angelique snuck out from a sleeping Ryo to return to her quarters, Ares pondered this development. Easily seeing through Ryo’s ruse to spoof the monitor, it found a reflection spot from another camera into Ryo’s room and scraped the footage. It considered the violation of mission conduct, weighed it against the stress Angelique endured that day, and decided that this was not a reportable offense. This is—a human thing.
The next day all four men woke up with wood, grinning about today’s treat. Angelique awoke with her mind spinning about yesterday and what today would bring. She believed in “Mission Comes First” but thought “What would my mother say if this ever leaked to the press?!” She understood that she’s a young woman that men are attracted to, and that she has a sex drive similar to her girlfriends back home. She’d never been slutty on Earth- so is she a whore in space? Should she feel proud or disgusted with what she did for the men yesterday? “Ugh” she sighed—gotta put a pin in all this and start my day.
She entered the common room where the crew were sipping breakfast. The Mother of all awkward silences swept the room. “Hey- I’m the Morale Officer. It’s up to me to break the ice here” she thought. She put on a professional smile and looked around. Couldn’t think of a thing to say that wouldn’t have a twisted meaning, so she blurted out “How about yesterday? That was a thing!” and everyone did their best to force a kind smile. Did Reyes leer at me before he looked away? she wondered. The men self-consciously returned to their conversation and Angelique drifted over to Priya and Lauren, who handed her a coffee pouch.
After some chitchat and a breakfast tube Priya muttered to the girls “I wonder what all the guys are thinking about this morning”. “I bet I know” they all mused.
Seven Sols later…
Angelique asked Ares AI if they could set up an area where she would meet the men—creating a feeling of privacy for them. Ares agreed that intimate surroundings would help the men relax and release more easily. It suggested a walled section of the storage area in the level below crew quarters, now vacant from supplies already consumed on the flight.
Ares cleared the request with the XO and tagged Lauren to go below and prep the space. She was bewildered at what Angelique and the men would want there. After all, she had never even seen a blowjob done in zero-g. Ares reviewed recordings of yesterday’s extractions for ergonomic analysis and sent Lauren a sketch laying out handholds, Velcro attachment areas, and padded loop restraints. Ares set light filters in the room to a muted setting with warm hues.
All but one encrypted camera (Ares insisted) were removed from the room, but a few devices had lenses that Mission Control men carefully trained for a good view. They waited anxiously for each device’s video feed to download. They would instruct the Earth AI to zoom in and increase detail so they could watch Angelique perform her esophageal acrobatics on the crew’s members.
Lauren completed the room’s makeover before Angelique’s daily sessions and updated their calendars to the new location.
Angelique pulled herself down to what Ares called the Service Room.
Commander entered the Service Room shortly after. He had been scheduled to arrive later but Earth scheduled a conference for most of the day. He was greeted with “Good Morning sir” and looked at the beautiful woman who was about go to give him intimate pleasure. Hale removed his suit bottom. “Good morning Specialist Sable. You know, I wonder if I can address you as Angelique in this setting-with your permission.” “Sir, it would be ok to call me Ang if you want. I’m not really sure I’m ready so I’ll stick to ‘sir’ if that’s all right with you. Just for now.” Hale nodded and changed the subject. “Nice new digs- XO told me that you asked Ares and Lauren to put this together. Good call. Comfortable here- less, um, illicit than my quarters kind of felt.” Angelique smiled.
For the past week she had wrestled with all the feelings any woman would have if thrust into this situation. As the days went by and the cocks went down she anchored herself to ‘I’m not less for this’ and ‘the guys have no choice’. It was adaptation through compartmentalization- Ryo was her love interest. XO was like a handsome ex-boyfriend that was now FWB. Commander made her feel like the consort of the leader- kinda hot! Reyes— now Reyes was still just a stiff dick she had to suck off. She’d have to work on that.
The Commander’s suggestion to call her Ang told her that he was warming up to her, less conflicted that he was “having an affair” against his wife at home. She was happy about that; Alex Hale is a good man and she supported him in every way. She took that as a cue and slowly floated toward him, looked him deep in the eyes and said “Sir… Alex… let’s get more comfortable today.” She came closer, unzipped his crew top and peeled it off, tossing it to float away. She lightly scratched her nails across his chest. Pointing to her chest she asked “How about my zipper?” She noticed his cock jerk to attention at the offer to see her womanly naked form which she had not yet revealed to him. His face lit up and he reached toward her. “No, sir, with your teeth please.” He shuddered with anticipation, floated down to her zipper pull, gripped it in his teeth, and slowly began to descend. He knew that in a moment his face would be between those beautiful tits- she had invited him! By the time the zipper reached her navel, her breasts flowed out and brushed the top of his head. “Mmmm” he purred. He got the zipper open and she slipped off her top. She put her fingers in her hair and lifted his head into her weightless pillows. He inhaled deeply at the smell of her skin. She pressed a dark nipple to his mouth and he reflexively sucked. Delicious.
Knowing that Hale was in heaven, Angelique reached down and gently squeezed his cock just below the head. She knew by now that he was especially sensitive there so she pumped the area ever so lightly. He made that moan that a man makes when he wants the sex to begin.
Deciding to start with the position she had originally adopted to help Hale not get hung up about his wife, she inverted herself so that Hale would have her tits-up but not looking into her eyes during the facefuck. As her open mouth and floating, bouncing breasts approached, Hale felt the urge to have her was on fire.
A kiss on the tip was a ‘signature start’ she does just on him to begin the performance. She grabbed the Service Room handles set up so she could do throat thrusts without flying away, and opened for him. As she began shallow warm-up strokes, he drifted backward to the wall where velcro spots were affixed to keep him gently in place. She felt that he was attached and now she could suck in earnest. Stroking steadily, balls waiving in front of her eyes, she massaged his tool with her tongue and clenching gullet while she bobbed.
As the oral thrill ride hit its stride, Hale got swept up and blurted out “Ang, could I, like, hold your head and do the driving?” She thought “Well, he is really warming up to me”. Cock still in her mouth, she inverted, giving his dick a swirly twist. She looked up into his eyes. Mouth still full, she gave him a wink and a little thumbs up. Hale dismounted from the velcro and placed his hands on the sides of her head. The new Service Room had foot restraints- like slippers mounted to a lazy susan to maintain a floor-to-ceiling orientation. She slipped into them so she could maintain her position, which helped as Hale picked up speed and was fucking her throat like a long-lost pussy. He stared deeply into her eyes, lost in lust, while she stared into his. She inadvertently slipped out of the slipper restraints and from the throat pounding she ended up flipped again, tits up and balls in her eyes.
When he began his familiar twitches from peak excitement she wrapped her lips around her teeth so he wouldn’t scrape himself and then began a little hum. In a couple of strokes she snatched a big breath because she knew he would plant himself like he was trying to make a baby in her stomach and hold himself there until he was finished. A grunt, a spasm and he tensed up like a statue. He could see her throat distended, witnessing his rod pulsing as he came. A moment later she slid him out and polished his cocktip with her lips and tongue to get any remaining semen. After the load she felt a little full, like maybe she hadn’t needed breakfast. She gave him a smile. “That was…incredible”! “Thank you sir- now go run the ship” she replied playfully. Undeniable- she was halfway sort-of kinda learning to enjoy this.
One down, three to go.
Ryo was next. He arrived only minutes after Hale had left, panting a bit. “Ang- I have experiment that I need to monitor closely in just a small minutes. Can you make fast?” Now Ryo was her space-BFF and she would do anything for him sexually or otherwise. Problem was, after his first-ever blowjob last week where he blasted her tonsils in minutes, Ryo was actually the slowest of the men to reach climax. If it weren't for his overloaded testosterone from the gamma rays, Ryo could be an all-day porn star.
She grabbed a tube labeled Italian Crème Dessert from the small pantry in the service room, and smeared some in the juncture of her thighs. She Velcroed herself onto hands and knees on the floor. Giving him a little wave she pointed to her backside end and told him “Ryo, fuck me between my legs, here. Don’t go in my cat, just go inside my legs. Very important you get your penis up here when you’re ready”, pointing to her mouth,” No mistakes but now you fuck me.” Ryo understood that he could pound her backside as hard as he wanted without concern for hurting his friend. Her thong-like panties were in place so he would not need to worry about slipping in.
As he grabbed her hips, Angelique smeared some more Italian Creme Dessert on his hard rod and parted her legs slightly. When he slid there she closed her thighs, her small thigh gap accommodating him nicely. After a few strokes to find his balance with this movement in zero-g, he was pounding away like a dog in heat.
Angelique found this kind of pleasant, especially the way each of his thrusts along her thong tugged on her girl-parts. It quickly went from kind of pleasant to Geez I’m gonna cum! Not worried about juices- the panties were designed for protection, only a bit of Ang’s juices leak onto Ryo’ shaft.
Hearing Ang moaning, Ryo was overcome and slipped out from her thighs, his next thrust sending his well-lubed shaft deeply into her virgin anus. Angelique was on the verge of her orgasm so she was overcome by the overwhelming sensation that was only partly painful; taken by the thrill of the intrusion. Her orgasm in full bloom, her toned core muscles clamped down her pussy, thighs, and anal ring. Ryo didn’t stand a chance; he blew his load as her sphincter strangled his shaft. After the last spurt and still recovering from their orgasms, they both realized what happened. Still mounted in her like a knotted dog, Ryo floated frozen; he didn’t know what to do. Angelique said “Ryo my dear friend, you will have to take this one for the mission. I can’t get my mouth back there.” It sunk in- Ryo needed to eat out her ass. After a whirlwind of confused thoughts, Ryo pulled himself down and began to suck while Angelique relaxed her sphincter. His lips formed a gasket around her anus and he used his tongue and suction to do the removal- the technique they had worked out for cunnilingus. “Tastes mostly like Italian Creme Dessert” he decided as he performed the necessary task.
“Now you’re in a hurry- get to your experiment! We can talk later about what just happened” she said as she shooed him out. She had some cleaning up to do before XO arrived.
Ares scraped the the encrypted footage of their anal encounter- the first time it had recorded sexual penetration. It could see from the feed of Ryo’s vitals that ‘fucking’ had a powerful effect on him. Ares started a greenfield project plan on how it might contribute to crew morale.
Next appointment—XO floats in, letting go of his VR goggles while removing his pants.
“Hey, so sorry but I gotta be at this meeting. Never again but ok if I’m in VR?” he asks, slipping on the headset.
“I guess it’s just just you and me” she whispered to his semi-erect meat. She thought back to her first boyfriend- the first dick she ever saw, and began to play with it as she had done then. XO, in VR, wondered what she was doing but said nothing, figuring she was amusing herself. After tickling, slapping, twisting and kissing it, his pole showed its full appreciation and she began the process of draining his balls in earnest.
She produced some spit to wet his shaft and began deep smooth strokes. Angelique knew the pace he liked by now and slurping sounds filled the room. XO’s attention drifted from his meeting and amid the sexual pleasure he forgot to mute his VR.
The team at Mission Control knew of the Swallow Protocol- hell, most of them sneakily pulled up the daily device feeds to watch what they called Suck Trek. From the sounds reaching XO’s mic they knew he was multitasking. They kept straight faces on the VR call until XO had finished grunting, then rose from their chairs and applauded. XO barked “Hold on guys!” as Angelique tongued his rod clean. He ripped off his goggles. “Ang, I’m so sorry”. She had no idea what had agitated him, and he realized how embarrassed she would be if he told her. She gave him a quizzed look but he shook his head and said “Oh, nothing. Just the meeting. Hey, a million thanks for what you do. You’re saving our lives here.” He stroked her cheek and pushed off towards the portal. “Gotta go.” She appreciated the way he showed gratitude for her selfless acts.
Ang coasted to the pantry for some water. She had become used to the taste of cum by now- cums because each man’s load tasted different- but it wasn’t Italian Crème for sure. She swished the water and groaned “I can’t believe I have to suck off Reyes again”. He continued to treat her like a sex toy during these visits, mauling her tits like handlebars while he gave her throat a bruising fuck. To make matters worse, his sausage was as fat as as her wrist, and he loved to comment on how it turned him on to watch her throat stretch with every thrust. It was clear that domination was his sexual kink and now he could indulge in it daily. “The guy must have some real anger issues” she mused. Still, his behavior was unforgivable. If it was just the two of them in this ship she would just let him go mad and die from the increasing hormonal imbalance, but she had the entire crew to think of….