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Admiral S’Main was walking towards the Starfleet HQ in San Francisco at a lazy pace. He had something in his mind but he did not want to hurry it. So he stopped for a while and looked at the western horizon. The sun, as it appeared, slowly floated on the ocean, soon to be submerged. The weather was sweet, not too hot, not too cold. Two whales were playing ashore in the ocean, very close to the HQ building. The “Fleet” Maglev train was entering the island at a very slow speed. It was the last stop before heading towards the eastern mainland.

S’Main was an admiral of the Starfleet Technical Defense. He commanded a Scott Class starship with 1500 crews. He was heading towards the Starfleet HQ for something he had to do, also to meet an old friend of his. As he entered the large lobby area, a Vulcan receptionist greeted him with a fake smile;

“Good afternoon, sir, can I scan your com-badge, please?” she asked.

He handed her the communication badge and asked, “Where is Admiral Yolin?”

“Oh, Fleet Admiral Yolin is on the 9th floor, in the cafeteria. Oh, and your first officer was here. She wants to meet you on U-G 56-B floor,” she replied while handing the communication badge over to S’Main.

He headed to the lift and descended to the U-G 56-B floor, where only the authorized admirals and their authorized personnel could visit. S’Main did a voice scan, a security question scan, a DNA scan, a retina scan, 2 sets of fingerprints and communication badge scans and entered the room.

There, his first officer, Tarsi, was sitting on a chair, sipping Andoiran coffee and looking at a data pad. Watching the Admiral, she stood up and saluted.

Tarsi was an Andorian, 30 years old. She was a tactical officer, was a busty woman with a breeder’s hip. But that day, she wore a tight-fitting t-shirt and a small miniskirt, a 23rd-century style. Of course, she was from the 23rd century, so it was fitting. Her long and sexy thighs were covered in fishnet lingerie with a thigh-high boot.

“Good afternoon, sweetheart,” S’Main kissed her on her left antenna and she closed her eyes in a very comforting sensation. For Andorian females, the antennas were the two 2nd most sensual organs right after the pussy.

“Where is the prisoner?” asked the admiral.

“I have them arrested, come with me, sir,” she started walking towards a door. The admiral was staring at her bottom and he could not understand if she was deliberately walking like that, or in the last two months, her breeder’s hip became more… pronounced. He followed her to a dark room. She turned on the light and saw three Orion women, tied to chairs.

“Are those…” the admiral asked.

“Yes, admiral. Our agents are on the way. They want you to fill up the form,” Tarsi gave the admiral a form, where several codes were enabled. He chose the code red and signed it.

Those Orion women were charged with organizing and conspiring attacks on several Starfleet bases, and he wanted to understand everything about it.

While leaving the room, the admiral kissed Tarsi again and that time, he grabbed her right boob and squeezed it slightly and said, “Have some fun, girl.”

Tarsi was not that bothered by this since she had lots of fun nights with the admiral anyway. She was also very open about her sexuality. Very few people knew that the admiral’s team was scooped up in the 23rd century.

The admiral left the room and went to the 9th-floor cafeteria and found Yolin and his two captains. Captain Alina and Captain T’Mera, both commanded under admiral S’Main’s fleet.

Admiral went to Yolin’s table and she greeted him with a wink and said, “Sit, we have to talk.”

Yolin was a temporal operative, who worked throughout the timeline and with the Starfleet Temporal Investigation Division. She was also S’Main’s girlfriend.

To the other side of the table were sitting captain Alina and captain T’Mera who were observing Admiral Yolin and Admiral S’Main. Captain Alina was a human, science officer born in Liaoning, China and she commanded a Paladin class temporal battlecruiser and Captain T’Mera, a Vulcan tactical officer, commanded an Adamant class ship. They were in a lesbian relationship but also really wanted to experience something new, for example, a bisexual encounter with both Tarsi and anyone eager.

“Look at her, see how her nipples are trying to escape?” said Alina to T’Mera. Although a Vulcan, T’Mera had a strange disease where they experience hypersexuality and nymphomania. While most of the Vulcans took the medicine and cured, T’Mera didn’t.

“Are you talking about Admiral Yolin?” asked T’Mera.

“Yes, look at their eye contacts, he’s gonna absolutely breed her tonight,” said Alina while her hands were folded, but slowly she touched her own boobs and pinched her nipple with her fingers.

“Calm down, we have to report to the admiral,” T’Mera said, “If you become very aroused, you won’t be able to report.”

Alina was not that aroused, but she wanted to sleep with Yolin for a long time.

Down on the U-G 56-B floor, 6 men entered the room, they were wearing dark black uniforms with several machines and cybernetics attached to their bodies.

As they entered, Tarsi stood up and said, “Password?”

The lead man walked towards her and grabbed her pussy, while he drove his middle finger through the canyon of her lady part, he said, “Star date 7296.3.1, you were beside me when I impregnated your sister, Tarra.”

Tarsi smiled and kissed him and said, “Welcome, Rudolph. It’s good to see you,” as they both smiled.

“Working with Section-31 is fun, isn’t it?” Rudolph said.

“More like Sex-tion-31. It has its advantages,” Tarsi said while leaning over her table, “See, I am wondering what would Section-31 do to those women. I will not tolerate rape.”

“Nobody will harm them. We have equipment that will probe their minds and find the conspirator. But I will need to weaken their mind,” said Rudolph.

“Oh, I see, scare them with a forced blowjob?” Tarsi asked and then she said, “Please, let go of me,” she said.

“Oh, sorry,” Rudolph removed his hand from her pussy and said, “Those Orions are gonna get some. Do you want to stay?” asked Rudolph.

“Well, I have a night out with my admiral. I can set you up if you want, but I have to be on the ship before 2000 hours,” Tarsi said while walking towards the prison door.

“Oh, so the admiral is fucking you, I see. How long have you been fucking?” asked Rudolph.

“Well, he and I have been close since the 23rd century. And I’ve been sleeping with a lot of people since my trip to Babel. I have a single life, so I want to enjoy as much as I can,” said Tarsi.

“Anyone interesting I should know of?” asked Rudolph.

Tarsi looked back, paused for a bit and said, “I think you should. I will fill you in with the details. He might be an interesting experiment for you.”

“Really? Who’s he?” inquisitively asked Rudolph.

“I cannot tell you right now, but remember, he’s a Klingon,” said Tarsi while winking to Rudolph.

Tarsi had been working with Section-31 for quite a long time where she was used as bait to lure a dangerous Terran terrorist. She also helped to uncover Species-8472 infestation on Vulcan and helped to thwart it. While working for Rudolph, she and her sister had to have sex with him to prove their absolute loyalty to the organization, but unbeknownst to Rudolph, Tarsi and Tarra were both sexually hyperactive, so they actually enjoyed the 6-hour-long group sex session with 10 members. Also, when the organization said, they had all these videotaped, and had they chose to leave Section-31, they would publish the video, Tarra gave 10 petabytes of her video and said, “If you want my pussy so much, keep in mind, that I am a slut. All you have to do is just ask.”

Tarsi opened the door where 3 Orion women were kept. They were tall and busty. They also wore very little clothes, just to cover their breasts and bottom sections. Each of them had crowns on their heads which indicated that they were matriarchs.

Rudolph removed his jacket and came toward one of the matriarchs and asked in the Orion language, “Who do you work with?”

The matriarch looked at Rudolph and whispered, “I don’t know.”

“You know, or you know who’s your handler. You can give me that information or your reputation in the syndicate will be ruined,” Rudolph said while picking the knot of her bra.

“No, please, don’t do that. I don’t know who’s ordering my ship with new orders,” the matriarch started crying.

“Oh, so if we KNOW who gives those orders, you will comply with us, right?” said Rudolph. He started unzipping his pants.

“No, please, don’t ruin my reputation, leave me alone…” she started screaming.

“Tarsi, can you help?” asked Rudolph.

“Huh, an Andorian, how could she help? Although militarist, they are not as dedicated as Orions” wondered the Matriarch.

Tarsi came forward while unbuttoning her t-shirt.

“What was she doing?” trying to figure out the matriarch.

Tarsi took off her t-shirt and leaned forward to Rudolph. Her nipples were erect and red.

“Nipstick?” stunned Rudolph asked.

“Blue girl with red tits, how’s this for a holodeck movie idea?” Tarsi grabbed Rudolph’s gigantic cock and said, “With some extra fun with green bitch? Maybe you can show her what actual matriarchy means.” Tarsi started kissing Rudolph.

“What? In your culture?” asked another matriarch.

“No, bitch. In our bed, where you belong,” another Section 31 agent came and ripped open her bra.

“Stooooop!!!” she shouted.

“See, you think you wear bra and shorts at work, doesn’t mean you are anywhere near my sluttishness. See, this is our relationship, he was my boss, we fucked more than you were fucked by your gang leaders and Ferengi pimps,” Tarsi took out Rudolph’s dick and shoved it in the matriarch’s mouth and said, “See, how he’s enjoying my breasts? See this? You too will please this fucking stallion.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you, now please stop!” said a matriarch.

“Oh, you will? How convenient! Too bad, you couldn’t see her in actual action,” Rudolph said, “Tell me, who gives you order and information?”

“Okay, it comes from the Klingon Empire,” said the matriarch.

Rudolph smiled and said to Tarsi, “Okay. I think I can take it from here, thanks, sweetheart.”

Tarsi and Rudolph came to the next room and said, “Don’t you think raping her would be a bad idea?”

“Who says I’m raping her? I will use a probe to get all the information, but before that, I need to weaken her mental stability,” said Rudolph, “I wish I could play with your honkers for a bit longer. Don’t forget, you still owe me a night, remember?”

“I know, I just need a free weekend, and by the look of it, we will have to work together soon. We can sleep together then,” Tarsi replied while putting on her t-shirt, “I will bring my sister too. My admiral will be calling me soon, I better get ready. After all, I won’t be late. Oh, and the Klingon suspect, I think they are related. His name is K’Valk. He will help you. Don’t mention my name. His cock is smaller than his so-called honour.”

“Really?” said Rudolph.

“Yes, I was so disappointed that I had to order a male prostitute from Andoria after sleeping with him.”

Tarsi left for her ship. Rudolph and his team finished setting up their camera and other equipment for the interrogation session.

After the sunset, captain Alina and T’Mera were joined by Yolin and S’Main. They finished their dinner and were finally transported to the Scott Class ship.

It was a different type of night for the crews. 4 ships with their captains left for the former neutral zone. They started a gathering at the Admiral’s room. S’Main sat on his bed, along with others, looked at the captain T’Mera and Alina and asked,

“Alright, report.”

Alina started her story;

“T’Mera and I are both sexually super active. We were both called by the admiralty to spend nights with some influential admirals.”

“Give us a night’s example,” asked Yolin.

“Let’s see, let’s talk about the last month’s shore leave. We were ordered to visit a ship called U.S.S. Lexington where there were 5 admirals, waiting for us. I knew the deal. 2 guards escorted us to a big room. There were 5 Admirals, without dresses. Most of them were old to middle-aged,” said Alina.

T’Mera started, “I carried a camera gear which I set up and then I sat between 2 Admirals. They started to fondle my breasts and finger my pussy. As a Vulcan, I had to be aloof, but I couldn’t when I saw Alina.”

Alina then started, “I was warming up. I just removed my shirt but suddenly, an older female Admiral came to me and started kissing my whole body. I never thought I could see Admiral Felicity naked. She had relatively smaller boobs, but they were very up to shape for someone who was 65. She then said, ‘I need you to hold a baby for my stud. See this bull? You will host his baby, okay?’

I was excited yet scared.”

Admiral Felicity was the Xeno Biology teacher of Alina and she was an old-school MILF.

T’Mera started, “While I was being fondled, Alina went to bed with an admiral. She didn’t even foreplay, just like a street whore, she opened her legs and took his 4-inch dick in. I was jerking 2 admirals who were squeezing my boobs and kissing my cheeks. Admiral Felicity lay beside Alina, held Alina’s hands and said, ‘just 3 more minutes, you are gonna be alright.’

I couldn’t believe if she actually would take his cum or not, so I started to wait eagerly.”

While they were having a great time, discussing their sexual experience, Tarsi was getting ready to sleep with the admiral.

She came to the holodeck and started a program. She started to command the computer, “Computer, optimum tightness for nipple imprint on my 4th t-shirt, red.”

The computer narrowed down the t-shirt slightly to get a nipple imprint. She then removed her existing bra and wore another one which had 2 small holes from where her red nipples peeped through, then she said, “Computer, tight yoga pants for visible camel toe, white.”

The computer replicated a pair of tight yoga pants which imprinted her camel toe pussy. With her breeder’s hips, the pants looked extremely arousing. She wore that dress and said, “computer, replicate two pieces of birth control pills and one Risian stimulant.” She then took the birth control pills with a glass of wine and the stimulant with a glass of coffee.

Meanwhile, T’Mera was telling the story about her girlfriend, being absolutely rammed by 5 admirals.

“Those guys who were fondling my boobs went to Alina and shoved their dicks into her mouth and Admiral Felicity used her two fingers to widen Alina’s pussy and help another admiral to shove his massive cock in her pussy. I was videotaping this entire event. Although a lesbian, I wanted to sleep with those men.”

T’Mera finished.

“How long was the session?” Asked Yolin.

Alina started: “10 hours. Each of them had 2 hours. After taking everyone, except Felicity’s bull inside, I was getting ready for him. He suddenly said, ‘look, you are a young woman, I will not cum inside of you. Felicity, you will take my cum.’ So I had an early way out. But I was not done in one department. I kneeled in front of 5 male Admirals. Felicity went to the camera and swapped T’Mera who stood beside me. I grabbed 2 dicks from the side and started sucking one in front of me. T’Mera was there so that those old farts could play with her breasts. I was sucking one hard and he started kissing T’Mera. Felicity took the camera to us and started focusing on my ass, hips and tits.

After 5 minutes of sucking, he took his dick out of my mouth, grabbed Felicity’s ass, pulled her to his side and slid his cock in her Suez canal pussy, which felt like it had seen some serious actions.

1 gone, 4 more to go. I did all, while T’Mera helped them with her boobs and Felicity drained their white juice in her canal.

I looked at Felicity in awe, she told me, ‘This pussy had more shafts in her than you can ever imagine.’

I looked at the camera and said, ‘it’s been a fun night, Liu, hope you are not jealous of my performance. I hope to see you soon.’ Liu was my sister who was a porn model in Risa. We finished that session and returned to our ships. It was an absolutely exhausting night.”

Alina finished her storytelling.

Admiral S’Main looked at his communicator and said, “Tarsi will be here shortly.”

Yolin said, “Nice. I hope she will milk your cock hard.”

Yolin was not as hugely busty as others, but her breasts were very beautifully shaped. She was a redhead and had 2 antennas on her head and Vulcan-style ears. She was beautiful and very sexy. Unlike Tarsi, she didn’t have a breeder’s hip and her ass was not big, but respectable. Her hairstyle was medium. She was sexually a bit conservative. She was S’Main’s girlfriend however, she experimented with him and some of her own crews about a threesome, lesbian sex and even an orgy.

Yolin was a Science officer, mainly a Temporal science officer and she knew S’Main truly loved her. She let S’Main have as much sex as efficient because in her words it “made her aroused.”

Tarsi with her 23rd-century friend, T’Met, a Vulcan nurse who also had that Vulcan nymphomania disease, came to the holodeck to compose themselves. T’Met was an actual “mommy figure” with busty breasts, a breeder’s butt and a voice, hot enough to make a Borg drone cum.

T’Met was also invited to the admiral’s room. She never bothered to take birth control pills because she knew that even if a horse shot a fountain in her Panama Canal, she won’t get pregnant, because she was a Vulcan. Nothing happens within 7 years. But the deal was better, the more creampied she got, the more “mommy milkers” she got, eventually, a stereotype was born on the ship, “If you want to impregnate someone right now, see Tarsi, she is an Andorian fertility goddess, if you shoot your cum in an ultra MILF without any consequences, see that Vulcan slut.”

Tarsi knocked on the door and T’Mera opened.

“Damn, sexy, you look hot as fuck!” said T’Mera. She knew about the orgy party.

As Tarsi and T’Met entered the room, Tarsi’s visible camel toe pussy attracted the attention of everyone. T’Met sat on a couch and Tarsi lay down right between Yolin and Alina. Everyone in the room was a bit drunk. There was a porn movie, playing on the internal holographic screen. The movie was interspecies group sex and it was paused.

“Why did you pause it?” asked Tarsi. Alina used her finger and drove through Tarsi’s cleavage while S’Main squeezed her left breast and said, “Movie night.”

“That much is clear, oh, fuck. Stop tickling!” Tarsi moaned. She was a bit overwhelmed by 2 hands, fondling her jugs. She had lots of sex before, but while one hand, pinching her nipple and the other squeezing her 2nd bust felt a bit arousal to her.

Suddenly the sound of a kiss came from the corner of the room. On the other side, T’Met and Yolin were playing. T’Met was playing with Yolin’s perky but small boobs while Yolin was sucking T’Met’s left nipple.

“How do you like my mommy milkers, Yolin?” asked T’Met. Her left nipple got erected while Yolin’s firm, perky boobs were in T’Met’s grip. Yolin’s hard nipples were making a ticking sensation on T’Met’s palm.

S’Main put his left hand on Tarsi’s pussy. He sank his middle finger into her pussy and felt slippery and thick substances.

Alina was pinching Tarsi’s nipple and suddenly a tiny stream of fluid came out of the nipple.

“Ah, ready to breed, aren’t you, little sexy?” Asked Alina.

“I’ve had birth control. I will not be pregnant.” Tarsi moaned again.

After 30 minutes of foreplay, Yolin, Alina and T’Mera returned to their ships, they had some assignments to finish, while Tarsi and T’Met stayed with S’Main.