Damage Control. How long till those missiles are back on line.”“Ten minutes and we’ll have starboard side tubes, Captain. Port tubes lost the ma...azine feed. Thirty minutes and you can have another two shots per port side tube and then they’re done until we get to dry dock.”“Make it eight minutes. They’re making a break for it.”“Firing Solution!” There was a whine and clunk noise that everyone knew meant the two heavy railguns had just launched a fifty-kilogram projectile apiece at one hundred. I want to feel you inside me…YOU, not your fingers…so I gently encourage you to come up so you’re lying on top of me, and we’re face to face. I open my legs, wide, and welcome you into me. Gently at first, you thrust deep inside me, as I wrap my legs around your back, hugging you closer and deeper in. After a minute you roll us over, and slide back to the top of the bed so you’re propped up and I sit up on top of you, you still inside me, and as I squeeze you deeper into me you find my clit. He said, "Spread your legs wider, let me see the inside of your cunt, you whore."The dirty talk certainly turned me and before I could help it I was coming again.He said, "Who told you, you had permission to cum, slut?"I was astonished, and blustered, "I didn't mean any harm, sir."He said, "You will obey, cunt, otherwise there are consequences, do you understand?"I hesitated for a split second, but then I saw his face, which was scary."Yes, sir, yes sir," I stuttered, "I will ask in future.". He slipped a hand into the side of her thong, and was delighted to encounter no hair. Perfectly smooth. A finger dragged up the crevice of her sex and it easily accepted his long thin digit. It was so hot and so wet, he couldn't wait to get her down and his cock in there in its place. When he pulled it out of her hole, and attempted to apply the pad of the forefinger onto her clit, he felt an alien, unexpected obstacle stopping him getting to his goal. "What the?....."His hand was still rolling.