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“Morning, Brooklyn~”
“Hey there, Brook.”
The small, yet familiar number of shipgirls who were awake during the early mornings greeted Brooklyn with a smile as she walked down the dorm halls, a bottle of shampoo and body wash in hand. Such was part of the reason why she had taken a liking to strolling through the halls during this time – as a result of the majority of the other girls still sleeping, the peaceful atmosphere respected by the others allowed her to mull over what tasks she needed to take care of in the coming hours before taking a hot, relaxing shower.
The light cruiser waved back to the others, still pondering her agenda for minutes more until her eyes recognized the double doors leading to the shower room. She walked over, pulled the doors open, and stepped onto the porcelain floor as Brooklyn walked around, taking a peek inside the rows of wooden benches and metal lockers to see if anyone else was there. There was nobody; fine by her, she thought, before walking into the row containing her designated locker.
Humming a tune to herself, she set the bottles of product onto the bench as the light cruiser began to strip herself of her clothes. She undid the dark yellow buttons on her uniform, allowing her work dress to fall to the floor as her other garments – dark sleeved gloves, blue and yellow-striped ribbon, and stockings followed soon after until all that remained was her black undergarments.
That didn’t last for long; she reached around her body to unhook her bra, letting it fall down to the ground beside her before pulling her panties down to her ankles to shake them off towards the pile of clothes, her sexy tan figure fully exposed.
Brooklyn bent over, scooping up the pile into one hand while she turned the dial of the locker with her other. A moment later it opened, allowing her to set her clothes inside neatly. Now fully ready, she turned her attention towards the showers – until she made out a faint creak of the door opening. “Is someone there?”
“Figured you’d be here~” A voice she knew all too well replied back as the light cruiser heard his footsteps approach her row. She turned around, catching sight of the Commander turning the corner with a small grin forming on his face once he laid eyes on her body. “Damn…”
Despite his lecherous gaze, she was far from abashed. “And good morning to you, Commander. Need I remind you that this is the girls’ shower room, though? Just what could you be doing here of all places?”
“I thought I’d stop by before work started, but you weren’t in your room. Some of the other girls tipped me off that you were going here, though.” He replied casually, his eyes still lingering on her as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Now that I’m here, though, you mind if I join?”
The light cruiser shrugged before picking up the two bottles laying on the bench, sauntering over towards the showers. “Feel free. You can use my locker for your clothes.”
And so he did. Contrasting her leisurely pace the Commander hurriedly shed his own clothes, a tinge of excitement on his face as within moments he outright shoved his clothes into the locker—while taking an appreciative glance at Brooklyn’s—before pushing it shut, trying to follow the sound of his secretary’s footsteps. He roamed his eyes over the stalls until he saw a single hand poking out from one of them, pulling him over with a beckoning finger. Once the Commander was inside the two of them were close together, able to feel their hot breaths against each other's skin.
“Let’s get washed, Commander~” Brooklyn purred, the low, seductive tone to her voice sending thrills through his veins and making his blood rush south, getting his cock hard. With his gaze still set on her body he nodded, making her giggle softly as she reached one arm around him, to the handle of the shower. Turning it counter-clockwise, hot water rushed out the shower head and onto his body.
She reached downwards, taking hold of her shampoo bottle until one of the Commander’s hands stopped her. “Want me to scrub you?”
“Well, how kind of you?” Offering the bottle to him the man happily took it, squirting out a dose of shampoo onto his hand before setting the bottle to his side. Taking hold of Brooklyn’s curvy hips, the Commander nudged her to switch places with him, letting the water spray her hair and getting it wet before he ran his hands over her head, massaging her scalp with shampoo. Hearing her satisfied sighs, the Commander kept going, getting her sandy-blonde hair nice and soapy until he glanced downwards, taking a nice look at her bare front – and inevitably, the sight of water glistening off her tits and tanned skin made his libido skyrocket.
“I think your hair’s clean enough already.” He growled, feeling enticed to take his hands off of her and onto the bottle of body wash on the ground. Letting a handful of the viscous substance flow onto his hand, he threw the bottle back against the wall, eager to start.
The Commander ran his hands over her body, innocuously scrubbing her for a matter of seconds until he dropped all pretenses and brushed his palms over her plump breasts, forcing a small moan out of her mouth. Slowly he made his way downwards, dragging his fingers across her stomach and wrapping around to her ass, grabbing it roughly whilst he leaned his face closer to the side of her neck, nipping it ever so softly.
“Mn… Commander…” She gasped, trying to squirm away. He still held fast to her, getting rougher and leaving borderline hickeys on her tan skin, wanting to leave his mark on her.
Then, he suddenly pulled back. He let the water rinse onto her body again, washing the soap down the drain and allowing Brooklyn to open her pink eyes, glancing straight up into his. He took hold of her drenched hair, pulling it down slightly and angling her lips upwards for him to claim as he smashed his lips against her. Brooklyn’s breasts squished against his chest as he fully pulled her body into him.
“Mm…” Though surprised at first, she quickly eased into the Commander’s lustful action, pushing her head against the man and dipping her tongue between his lips, running it alongside his teeth. Then as suddenly as it started, the Commander quickly leaned his head back, panting softly. She leaned her head into his, brushing her pink lips against the man’s earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. “Eager today, aren’t you?”
“Yeah…” The Commander shuddered at her sultry tone, biting his bottom lip as he felt Brooklyn’s fingers gently brush against his erect cock. The sensation, as soft as it felt, set his mind alight with pleasure as he pressed his head against the shower’s wall, desperate to do the woman in front of him. “Hard not to be, when I see my bombshell of a secretary nude… Mn, God…”
“Bombshell of a diplomat, Commander.” She gently chided before kissing him on the cheek, taking the bottle of body wash and tapping out a handful, rubbing her hands with an alluring smile on her face. “Your turn now.”
Her words preluded the sudden moan that erupted from the Commander’s mouth, as without warning she reached down, cleaning his cock with constant, smooth strokes against his shaft. He was left breathless with her smooth palm expertly running up and down his shaft, her technique honed from who knows how many times they’d done it before. All in his mind currently was the pleasure coursing through his veins each time her slim fingers rubbed along his sensitive tip, further draining what little composure he had as the man started thrusting his hips alongside her strokes.
The tanned beauty hadn’t neglected the rest of his body, though. As Brooklyn kept jerking him off, she made sure to wash his body nice and clean, especially rubbing one hand alongside his nipple, sending tingling, satisfying jolts of pleasure through his body, making him shudder.
“Too good, Brook…” He groaned, gripping his fist tightly. She didn’t respond, merely continuing with an aura of sensual confidence oozing from her as she got on her knees, roaming her hand between his legs – and then, gripping his balls. Immediately she could feel his shaft pulsate harder in her grip, making her coo softly against his cock, her hot breaths turning him on even more.
She changed it up a bit, playing with the tempo as she started with slow, deliberate movements of her wrist, seconds later making his legs tremble with rapid pumps of his cock. Small drops of precum began to drip out of his cock, something that she didn’t let go to waste as she leaned in, sticking her tongue out and giving small little licks against his tip, lapping up the small amount of fluids leaking out.
The drained, disheveled expression she saw on the Commander’s face spoke volumes of how he felt, enticing Brooklyn to squeeze his cock, teasing him. “Are you feeling close, Commander?”
“Really close… Hard to last when you’re this good, hah…” He placed his hand on Brooklyn’s drenched hair, tightly taking hold of it as he felt an irresistible heat building up his cock. Though it was far from the first handjob he’d gotten, the thought of getting one under the heat of running water, in the shower rooms where they really could be caught at any time – the whole scenario was, in his thoughts, very damn hot, and the steam that started to form as a result of the prolonged shower sent his mind into a haze, unable to focus as he felt the urge to completely unload over Brooklyn growing stronger than ever.
“No need to hold yourself back, then.” Batting her lashes seductively at him she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out as she jerked him off roughly for his load. “Let’s see how much you can shoot in my mouth~”
He couldn’t resist any longer. “N-Nh, hah, Brook!”
Letting her nickname ring throughout the room, the Commander came with thick spurts of cum bursting from his cock, shooting onto Brooklyn’s face and into her mouth. Still gripping him tightly, she coaxed him out for more of his load, each rope of cum staining her mocha skin a milky white and forcing her eyes closed. His mind turned blank, eyes lazily targeted on the blonde’s covered face as he faintly made out the heat engulfing his cock, barely aware that he was coming.
Even as his orgasm dwindled, weaker spurts shot downwards, splattering onto her breasts and running down her breastbone – and by the time he was spent, what was left was an entirely indecent sight of Brooklyn, utterly stained with his cum. With a deep groan the Commander dropped onto his knees, exhausted as he laid back onto the shower floor.
Realizing that he was finished, Brooklyn slowly opened her eyes, moving back towards the water and washing off the layer of cum on her body. Having cleaned herself off she turned her head towards the Commander – the needy glint in her eyes indicating that she wasn’t satisfied just yet. “I think we have a bit of time lef-”
They, in fact, did not have a bit of time left, as the two of them heard the sound of the door opening, letting the chatter of some girls ring throughout the shower room.
She sighed. “I suppose this’ll have to wait, Commander.”
He nodded softly, and the two were forced to wait in the stall until the others had left.
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With the interruption of their sexual encounter in the showers, the Commander found the morning quickly shifting into afternoon with the work day’s beginning. Like always, the Commander remained diligent on what he needed to do today: paperwork, talking logistics with some of the shipgirls – the usual. With hours of the day left to go though, he trudged along, seemingly no break in sight. That was, of course, until he heard the door opening. With Brooklyn walking through. Keeping that familiar glint she had in the showers.
She strolled towards the desk, keeping a tight hold on the stack of papers in her arms. “Here’s some more work for you, Commander.”
“You love to see it.” He replied in the least genuine tone imaginable, tidying up a small section of his desk to make way for the paperwork.
Brooklyn had ignored the empty space, curiously enough, instead setting the stack down near the side of the table and onto the ground. Right as the Commander opened his mouth to voice his intrigue, he was cut off by the cruiser rapidly closing the distance between them, softly palming his cheek and leaning into another kiss, sending a sudden jolt of excitement through his body as his nerves were ignited. He closed his eyes, hearing the sounds of their small grunts and lips smacking together, a simple passion exuding from them until Brooklyn pulled away, a small bridge of saliva remaining for a second until it broke apart.
“I’ve been waiting for an excuse to come to your office…” Brooklyn murmured quietly, moving her arms to unzip the Commander’s pants.
He smirked. “Could’ve just stopped by anytime if you wanted to fuck.”
“Oh, I would’ve. Unfortunately I’m rather constrained by other tasks, but…” She grasped both pants and boxers, pulling them down to his shins and exposing his dick, already rock hard. “Now that I’m here, it wouldn’t hurt to get some ‘reparations’ from this morning.”
“Guess not.” He stood up from his office chair, rubbing a hand along the beauty’s smooth hips. “So how’re we doing this?”
With a small giggle to herself she laid herself back onto the Commander’s desk, ignoring the mess of papers spread throughout as she lifted her blue and white dress. “Like this.”
“Well then.”
He really hadn’t expected to be getting an opportunity to fuck Brooklyn over the table, but its not as if he felt like resisting her offer. With renewed eagerness, the Commander pulled her black panties off before gripping his cock and rubbing it against her lower lips. Her small gasps gave way to a larger moan once he started to thrust himself inside of her caramel figure, maintaining a tight grip on her thick thighs.
“M-Mn, Commander…” The light cruiser moaned, the coil of anticipation she felt for hours finally being released. With the lack of shower water or a blowjob to help lubricate his cock, she felt him thrust harder inside of her – the rough sensation feeling pleasurable all the same as his tip intimately rubbed against her soft tunnels, feeling nice and snug inside of her. Once he had bottomed out he pulled his cock back, moving until just the bare tip was left inside before he sheathed himself inside once again, making her clench up around his dick even tighter.
Something the man intimately felt, committing every detail about her tight warmth to mind. The way his cock nestled inside of her was much different, yet even more amazing compared to him being jerked off, providing him with both an addictive sense of pleasure and control as the stream of moans erupting from Brooklyn’s mouth was music to his ears, obliging him to continue. Too deep in his lustful frenzy—and inside Brooklyn—to stop, the Commander moved his head closer to the blonde, diving in for yet another kiss. She instantly responded in kind, pressing her lips back with fervor as the two of them made out.
Taking one hand off her thigh he slid it up her body, moving his way under the hole of her dress’ chest, taking hold of her bra and copping a feel of her plump breast. It felt heavenly soft, just like a marshmallow; something that tempted him to squeeze her tits mindlessly, rubbing his fingers around her soft nub of a nipple. The Commander could feel the soft mewls escaping her as he pulled his mouth away, then moving it towards her breast. With little hesitation he leaned in, sloppily running his tongue around her nipple.
“G-God…!” Brooklyn panted out, her hands shaking as she held his back tightly. A mix of excitement and adrenaline coursed through her whilst she took her pounding – something that was heightened when the Commander leaned back before sending a heavy thrust her way, rocking the desk and sending papers flying to the ground as she covered her mouth, muffling her borderline scream lest it be heard by any passersby.
Her breath shaky, she took hold of the Commander’s desk tightly, threatening the place cracks in the wood should she have pressed her fingers any harder against them. With the intoxicating scent of sex present in the air it only sent her mind ablaze, drool oozing from her mouth as her throat grew sore from the number of moans she let out. A bead of sweat ran down the side of her face, her legs shaking as the taunting, searing sensation inside of her quickly grew, signaling an imminent release.
Something that the Commander also sensed, feeling his dick being gripped tighter than ever before, making it increasingly difficult to thrust. “You’re close, Brook…?”
“Yeah…!” She nodded, swallowing the saliva in her mouth and letting out hitched breaths. The Commander picked up his pace, outright slamming his prick inside of her out unmitigated lust.
“A-Ah, Commander!”
Violently squirming her hips onto the desk she came first, feeling her mind blank out as she felt her intense climax course through her body, sweet honey rushing from her folds as her pussy contracted tightly around the Commander’s cock – in turn bringing him to his own end, and with a few weak thrusts he shoved himself inside of Brooklyn, blowing a hot load inside her. He leaned over her, hands pressed tightly against the desk as he made little effort to move, simply feeling himself throb against her insides while he pumped more of his semen into the tan beauty’s womb.
As the two’s climaxes died down, the Commander basked in the ambiance for just a while longer before shakily pulling out of her, letting a small stream of his cum drip onto the floor. The adrenaline in his veins dissipated as he was hit with a wave of exhaustion, forcing him to slump back into his office chair while Brooklyn took much longer to regain her composure, her chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath.
“Were those… good enough reparations, Brook?” He asked, taking a breather.
“Mhm…” The diplomat hummed, exhausted on the table. “Thank you, Comm-”
For the second time today, she was cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching the door, sending her scrambling off the table. Within seconds the door had opened, the figures of Taihou and Albacore strolling through.
“Heya, Commander~!” Albacore chirped out, buzzing into the office with her typical energetic demeanor. Taihou followed behind, a confused glint in her eyes as she looked like she was about to say something, but stopped herself.
“Ah. Hey there, girls…” The Commander responded as normally as he could, trying not to let his eyes glance under his desk towards the shipgirl hiding there. “So did something happen?”
“Yep, it’s about…”
Brooklyn overheard the conversation, the three talking about various things he needed to check up on around the port sometime today – nothing too important, she found, as the light cruiser sat there rather bored, adjusting her dress and panties to make herself look presentable once she was able to leave. That was the case until she noticed a certain something in front of her, however. Something that lit up a devilish lightbulb in her mind as she moved her head closer between the Commander’s legs.
“Yes, so-” Taihou suddenly stopped, noticing her Commander shuddering with an expression of unease. “...My Commander? Is something the matter?”
“No. Nothing is wrong here, a-ah… But maybe we can, f-fu… Talk about this another time?” He clenched his hand, trying his damndest not to squirm with Brooklyn’s tongue licking up and down his cock.
“Mm, ever since we got here, you’ve been acting rather suspicious, my Commander…” Taihou responded, unconvinced. She took a sniff of the Commander’s room before narrowing her eyes, darting them towards the desk and staring back at the Commander, her red irises piercing his soul. “Ah. It’s awfully rude to be slacking off in the office. I think it’d be best if we have a chat later. A long one.”
He felt shivers run down his spine. “O-Oh… Of course…”
Having nothing more to say, Taihou walked back towards the door, with Albacore following soon after. Though the submarine was still a little confused about the situation she waved goodbye to the Commander, the man giving a shy wave back as she closed the door, a brief moment finally allowing him to melt into the chair with a moan filled with release.
“I am so fucking dead.”
She slid her lips off his dick with a slurp, licking her lips. “Hm. I thought you’d have a little more composure than that.”
“Brooklyn, I just came…” He ran his hands through his hair, sighing until a quick stroke of his cock coaxed another moan out of him.
“And yet you’re still hard. Your cock was just laying there, too. Should’ve zipped back up~”
He remained unamused. “Whatever. Just finish me off…”
“My pleasure.” Moving a tuft of hair behind her ear, Brooklyn leaned in once again, engulfing his cock in her warm mouth. Hot, wet pleasure surrounded his cock once she started bobbing her head, providing him with some much-needed solace as he let out a sharp exhale between his teeth.
Pressing his head firmly against the headrest of the chair he closed his eyes, emptying his mind of everything but the cozy warmth of Brooklyn’s mouth, her head just as good as the first time he’d received it. Slowly she got more aggressive with her servicing, easily deepthroating him as her wet slurps became more audible throughout the room, making him shudder.
Considering his prior orgasm mere minutes ago, he was unable to last for much longer – and without so much as a warning he gripped her sandy-blonde hair, surprising her by shoving his cock down her throat and coming straight into her stomach, the sheer amount nearly making her choke.
“Ah… Haah~” The Commander panted with sapped eyes, rolling his chair backward and taking his cock out of Brooklyn’s mouth. With her mouth free the light cruiser coughed into her hand, wiping her mouth of any excess semen, prompting him to rub his hand over her head. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s fine.” The blonde replied, clearing her throat before standing up, making sure to readjust her clothing again so that nothing, fluid nor clothing, would seem as if she had just been either fucked or giving head minutes ago. She glanced at the grandfather clock in the room, close to striking three. “Well, I should be going now. I’ll be seeing you then, Commander.”
Just as she walked to leave, though, she heard him call out to her. “I get the feeling that Taihou’s gonna have a field day with me… But I might stop your dorm if I survive.”
She smirked, hiking her dress up slightly and flashing him. “I’ll be waiting, then.”
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Hours passed, and the afternoon quickly turned into evening as the work day had come to an end. As the sun started to set, the bustle of the port began to die down as per usual, with most of the other shipgirls having retired back to their dorms to either get some sleep or to simply relax.
Brooklyn was no exception to this, laying on her bed. Though, the guest in her room holding her legs open had much different plans than sleeping.
“S-So rough, Commander~!”
The man could faintly make out her muffled words, though paid it no mind as he absolutely pounded her into the bed like a beast in heat. The force of his thrusts into her wet snatch forced high-pitched squeaks out of Brooklyn, the volume of her moans just barely contained thanks to the pillow she held tightly against her face. With each time the Commander buried himself inside of her Brooklyn pushed her hips backwards in tandem, her legs trembling with each collision.
After fucking another moan out of her he ran his hands along her smooth, caramel back, his eyes glancing at her ass and relishing how it rippled with each time he thrusted inside. Feeling particularly excited he pulled her hair back with fervor, pushing her pillow off of her mouth as he leaned his own head in for what could be the millionth kiss that day… Needless to say, they really liked kissing.
“Just can’t get enough of you…” The Commander growled when he pulled his lips back, eyes solely focused on Brooklyn as he grew ravenous, thrusting inside of her even faster. Despite his ravenous nature, though, he was only human – and so was his stamina, too, feeling his unloading becoming imminent. “Shit I’m gonna come…”
With her mind too fried to form coherent sentences, she opted to reach her arm between her legs, tapping one finger near her pussy. Instantly he knew what she meant, and with an affirmative grunt, the Commander pounded her dripping folds like it’d be the last one he’d ever experience.
And just a second later, he let out a sharp curse as the Commander felt heat rush to the tip of his cock, shooting out a thick spurt of cum deep inside of her. A plethora of ropes would soon follow, coating her walls white as he kept thrusting out of a desire to shoot everything inside her.
His orgasm had triggered Brooklyn’s own, a moan of unadulterated pleasure ringing throughout the bedroom as she grinded her ass against the Commander. She rode out her orgasm for just a few seconds longer until she went slack, completely drained as the man fell next to her onto the soft mattress.
A calm moment of silence filled the room as the two came down from their orgasmic highs, half-lidded eyes present on Brooklyn’s face as she felt exhaustion overwhelm her. She nudged her head closer to the Commander’s chest, taking in his scent. “Sometimes I think you have too much stamina for your own good, Commander…”
“Thank you.” He simply replied, smiling at the perceived compliment. He turned his head to the clock on the nightstand, glancing at the time. “Guess I should be going now, huh…”
“You do that...” She idly rubbed her creampied sex, feeling how sore she felt while she looked at the Commander rising from the bed.
It was clear he also felt exhausted, slowly walking across the room and gathering his scattered clothes strewn about on the floor. Soon enough he got himself dressed—albeit he still looked a bit untidy—and he made his way towards the door of the bedroom, smiling at the light cruiser.
“See you tomorrow, Brooklyn.”
With a gentle little wave in reply the Commander left, walking back to his quarters. As soon as he made his way back he felt a wave of fatigue overwhelm him, forcing him to head towards the bed and just close his eyes, letting his mind fade to black, satisfaction written all over his face.
He’d get the chance to do it all again tomorrow, after all.