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Celebrating victories was not a new thing.
If there was one thing high command understood it was morale and how to keep it high – thus, whenever the Ship-Girls under his command achieved a decisive victory a celebration was in order. Sometimes it was something small and modest like a barbecue night with half the base attending, other times they ventured off to a beach to relax for a few days, and sometimes it was a trip to a hotel to live in luxury for a little while.
Tonight was the latter. The whole hotel had been rented out to accommodate the numerous Ship-Girls attending, many of them still on the ground floor getting drunk and celebrating with their peers – some sharing stories, some filming the event to send to the friends who couldn't attend, and some were just gorging themselves on the free food while it existed. Altogether though it was a remarkably peaceful night, though how long it'd remain that way was anyone's guess.
For better or worse, the Commander had opted to isolate himself up in his penthouse suite with just a small selection of company. Company he very much enjoyed, even now.
''I still can't believe you shot the plane down with an arrow...''
''It's reinforced remember, so it's not that strange.''
''Yeah, but if I tried with my crossbow I'd be more likely to miss is what I mean.''
Laughter, light and relaxed, echoed throughout the rooftop expanse – the modest open area lit by both moonlight and the warm lights spilling across the wooden decking from the windows around them. Plush couches of browns and blacks were arranged in a cosy square around a low table packed with drink, food and miscellaneous items, much of it left forgotten as those present chatted the night away, only the occasional pop of distant fireworks to disrupt them.
The Commander pressed himself back into the mocha-coloured couch, feeling the stress of the operation just melt away into the fabric as he brought his drink to his lips; the small sip of amaretto sweet if a bit potent on his tongue. On his right Essex nursed her drink but didn't take more than shallow sips lest she become intoxicated, though her buzz was still clear with how often she zoned out; staring into her wine like it would give her the secrets of the universe. In contrast Baltimore sat on his left, her own glass of wine more liberally consumed by the sip.
Enterprise sat across from them, mirroring Essex with her modest sips, though Bremerton wasn't so reserved and drunk glassfuls happily – her high tolerance shining through as she indulged with nary a worry to be had. Granted even with that tolerance she too was starting to look a bit tipsy, though then again all of them were a bit buzzed by this point of the evening.
Not enough to fall into disarray, but enough that he could admit to his eyes wandering just a little bit. It was hard not to, after all, when all four women were dolled up in evening garments and gowns that caught the eye, from Enterprise's dress that left part of her chest fully exposed to Essex's black dress that straddled the line of cute and daring, to Bremerton's rather modest dress or Baltimore's thigh-revealing one, the side-slit inviting his eyes up her leg more times than he could count.
Humming to himself the Commander shifted in his seat, meaning to speak only to pause that thought as Bremerton's phone beeped. The pink-haired cruiser hummed in surprise and whipped her phone out, her nails audibly tapping the screen several times before her brow furrowed, then she sighed.
''Allen texted.'' She informed lightly, setting down her glass. ''Maryland is apparently getting a bit too rowdy. I'll go down and make sure she doesn't blow anything up.''
''I'll come with you.'' Enterprise volunteered, earning a thankful smile from Bremerton.
Essex shifted. ''Want us to come too or-?''
''Us two will be enough, you guys can keep chatting.'' Bremerton waved off, winking his way. ''Just don't drink everything before we come back~''
Huffing the Commander waved them off, relaxing back into the couch once more. The two Eagle Union women filed out of the room with haste, their light chatter quickly growing distant then vanishing altogether as they left the penthouse – the dull, distant thump of the door signalling their leave.
Without them their little rooftop party felt that much quieter. Bremerton was the chattiest of them after all and Enterprise brought a quiet confidence that encouraged others to speak up, though that wasn't to say Essex and Baltimore were shy by any means. Far from it. At the same time none of them broke the quiet that had settled over them; their eyes drawn to the fireworks popping over the city as part of an unrelated festival.
Flashes of pink and green glinted off of the table before him, settling in the half-empty bottles of alcohol or reflecting off of the porcelain bowls of snacks. His eyes followed the lights to the floor, then to Baltimore's neat black shoe; the light dancing off of its polished surface and tempting his eyes up her leg, clad by her dress as it was. With her sitting beside him he couldn't admire her other leg that was partly exposed, almost making him wish she was the one sitting on his right so he'd have a better view, the thought sinful but exacerbated by the alcohol buzzing through his mind.
''Oi, Commander~''
The lazy drawl from Essex instantly made him glance away from Baltimore, and over to Essex. Dolled up in a black dress with straps going over her chest there was something illicit about how revealing it was, daring him to run his eyes over her – though he resisted, meeting her amber eyes instead. Only to find a mixture of flusterment, annoyance and jealousy swimming within.
''Y-Yes?''
''You're staring again.'' Essex pouted – pouted. Maybe the alcohol was hitting her harder if she was making such cute expressions willingly.
The Commander smiled wryly and, feeling a bit confident, fired a flirt back. ''You're gorgeous as well Essex. Or maybe you just want me to stare at you instead?''
''I-I mean... I wouldn't mind that, I guess...'' Shyness crept up her cheeks in a rosy hue as she mumbled, eliciting a chuckle from his lips. ''Or if you... y'know, did something else...''
''Such as...?''
Essex huffed and shuffled closer, bringing her hip against his and laying her hand upon his chest – the audacious approach eliciting a soft squeak from Baltimore, the girlish sound catching his eye only for Essex to tilt his head back to her, pouting endearingly up at him. For the first time he noticed the lipstick she had on; pale pink and barely enough to be distinct from her natural lip colour, but enough to give it a glossy shine and enticing appeal.
An appeal Essex leveraged as she leaned in close, right hand holding her glass and left hand slipping behind his back, bringing their faces dangerously close – the invitation bold, borderline assertive for someone like Essex. Whether it was thanks to the alcohol buzzing in her mind or a moment of guts he didn't know, nor did he care. Though there was no romance between them that didn't mean he didn't find her absurdly attractive, and with her so very close and tipsy, his reaction was inevitable.
One that made him dip his chin and press his lips against her own. Essex let out a noise of quiet delight, lips spreading into a small grin as she reciprocated; kissing him with a passion born from tempered want and unabashed need. Faintly he tasted the alcohol on her lips, the tang of wine contrasting with the amaretto taste in his mouth to form a pleasant concoction he found himself wanting more of, enticing him to deepen the kiss.
Essex groaned softly and replied in kind; lips hungrily meshing against his own, the kiss deep and wanting. Someone plucked the glass from her right hand and Essex wasted no time in slipping it around his nape, practically laying against his side as they made out, the slow smack of their lips the only sound to grace his ears and enticing his right hand down her back, caressing his way down to her hip as he held her close.
Until soon the need to breathe drew them apart – a chain of short, panting breaths punctuating the quiet between them.
For a long moment he just admired Essex's flushed cheeks, her lidded gaze, her parted lips – until the carrier looked away with rosy cheeks flustered. No sooner did he catch such a cute expression did he feel a hand on his right cheek, tilting his gaze over to Baltimore herself; the cruiser bearing a scarlet blush as she sat on her right hip leaning towards him, her own want apparent but her embarrassment getting the best of the tomboy.
With even less rational thought at his disposal the Commander didn't hesitate to bring his left arm around her, pulling her close – and Baltimore moaned into the kiss, shy and demure. That demurity turned him on more than it had any right to, his hand boldly shifting up to her clothed breast and groping a moan out of Baltimore, her fingers sliding down to his collarbone and caressing it as he drew the kiss out.
The need to breathe though ultimately forced them apart. No sooner had they done so did he instinctively squeeze her breast beneath his fingers; eliciting a cute, flustered moan from Baltimore herself, her blush darkening yet not an iota of protest leaving her lips. Nor did any leave Essex's as he dared to slip his right hand beneath the strap of her dress, letting his fingers sink into her bare, plump breast.
''Myn...'' Essex leaned on him. ''It'll be a bit before Enterprise and Bremerton get back, so if we're quick...''
''M-Mm.'' Baltimore shyly agreed, smiling at him. ''I wouldn't mind...''
The Commander quelled the growl that threatened to bubble up his throat; settling for a kiss instead, devouring Baltimore's surprised moan. He probed her teeth with his tongue and they parted with a moan, letting him run his tongue over her teeth and teasing the tip of her tongue with his own. Baltimore reciprocated in kind, her tongue less experienced than his but far from still as it pushed and wrestled with his own, the tangling of flesh not distracting him from squeezing her tit at his leisure.
Nor did it distract him from Essex as the carrier palmed at his crotch – her touch clumsy and awkward but daringly bold at the same time, excitement jittering her movements. He leaned back into the couch and the carrier took that as a sign to be more bold; her palm groping more confidently and kneading his stiffening shaft through his pants, arousal welling up within him as she so audaciously touched him.
Had they been more drunk, he might've blamed the alcohol. But at worst all of them were just a bit tipsy – a thought that only made their advances all the hotter.
Tempting him to break off the kiss with Baltimore and swap to Essex, stealing a surprise kiss that ultimately left her groaning, flustered. That flusterment only grew as he shamelessly groped her tit; sinking his fingers into her breast while absentmindedly noting while Baltimore was bustier, Essex was definitely perkier. A detail he took great care in appreciating as he sunk his fingers into her tit and felt her up.
When the carrier caught his zipper. A meagre tug was all it took to bring it low and Essex blindly shoved her fingers inside his pants, breaking off the kiss as she did so – panting, flushed and with embarrassment overtaken by arousal. He felt her nimble hands feel around until they loosened the button on his boxers, her dainty digits curling eagerly around his member and tugging it out into the open, letting the cool night air brush over it.
Right before she leaned down and took him into her mouth.
''Fuck-'' The Commander cursed, biting back the rest of his words and melting them into a groan. ''Essex...''
The carrier only hummed, a hint of mirth to her eyes as she dutifully sucked his erect length. Unhanding her breast he ran his hand up her back then her nape; settling his fingers on the back of her head as his subordinate started to bob her head; sucking him off with slow, experimental sucks. The wet pursing of lips, the firm sucks, they captivated him for a dangerous moment – until Baltimore caressed his neck, luring his attention back onto her.
No sooner had he met those honey-gold eyes did Baltimore close the distance, kissing him with sudden, earnest passion. Groaning he tightened his hold on her and took the chance to slip his tongue between her teeth once more, relishing the brunette's embarrassed moan as she fought back with her own tongue – their fleshy appendages tangling in her mouth in a slow war of attrition, his more dexterous movements warring with her nimbler, more flighty flicks.
All whilst Essex gave him head – her dutiful sucks intimately audible in the quiet, only the distant pop of fireworks and thrum of cars far below disturbing the silence. Pulling back from the kiss he groaned softly before tangling his fingers into Essex's hair, his fingers curling around her ponytail but not pulling it; simply holding onto her and guiding her down his rock-hard member.
''Nnf...'' The Commander rested his forehead against Baltimore's. ''Wanna help her?''
A fiery blush was her answer, as was a shy, flustered smile – her breathy agreement sealing the deal.
Enticing him to lean back. No sooner had he done so did Baltimore shuffle her hips back a bit and lay down with her head ending in his lap, a silent exchange shared between the two women as Essex popped her lips off – before as one they attacked his cock. Baltimore captured the tip between her plump lips and groaned as she took him into his mouth only slightly; sucking on his tip whilst Essex went lower, her slender lips peppering his shaft with audacious, cheeky kisses.
'Fuck.' The Commander settled his hands on their backs, biting back the curse that threatened to spill out of his throat. 'Enty, Brem, please stay distracted for an hour or two...'
Whether the two heard his prayers or not the door to his room didn't thud open. A detail far from his mind as he watched the two women worship his cock, their lips brushing against his twitching member and tongue slipping out to lube him with their spit. Baltimore only gained confidence as she sucked and soon she started to take him deeper, inch after inch of him sandwiched between those lips of hers, the faint smear of red lipstick clinging to his shaft and mixing with Essex's own; their lip prints muddled into streaks of pink and red.
Essex herself only got more into it – a horny groan passing her lips as she chained kisses up his shaft, tilting her head this way and that to mark as much of his cock with her lipstick. It sent twitches rushing up his manhood, lust pumping through his veins and in a moment of boldness he reached down with his right hand and yanked her skirt up, exposing her peachy cheeks to the cool night air, her black underwear easily seen clinging to her sex.
Enticing him to pry the fabric aside and shove two fingers inside of her.
''Mmh~!'' Essex moaned against his cock, trembling. ''Nn, no fair...''
''You're double teaming me, how is it unfair?'' The Commander grumbled back.
Baltimore smiled slightly, a hint of mirth in her eyes before she shut them; devoting herself to blowing him. The earnest sucks the tomboy made sent shocks down his shaft and he bit back the moans that threatened to flee his throat, focusing on pumping his fingers into Essex's pussy and caressing Baltimore's back. The two Eagle Union women though were relentless and dangerously coordinated; their lips coming up to his tip together-
And then they practically kissed with his cock between them. It was a shy, somewhat awkward kiss but their desire to please him outweighed their embarrassment of the other – twin moans leaving the duo as they ran their tongues over his twitching tip, smearing their saliva across it and lapping up any pre-cum that wept from the slit. Baltimore went a step further, her fingers curling around the base of his shaft and tugging his cock in short, earnest motions, edging him closer to his limit.
''Haah, you two, I'm almost... there...!'' The Commander gritted out-
When as one they sucked on his tip and Baltimore jerked him off, and he came – gasping through gritted teeth as he erupted between their mouths. Essex captured the tip and took the majority of his load, a chain of soft grunts escaping her as spurt after spurt of his load painted the insides of her mouth white with his seed, leaving Baltimore watching and helplessly left jerking him off, letting Essex take the mouthful.
Pulse after pulse of pleasure echoed up his shaft until he had no more cum to give. Only then did he find the strength to settle his hand on Essex's forehead and gently nudge her back, her lips sliding up his tip and ultimately popping off with a breathy exhale, not a speck of cum to be seen on her tongue as she panted – a moan escaping her as he pulled his fingers out of her sticky pussy.
His orgasm left him twitching, panting – and still oh so erect.
After all how could he go soft when he had two bombshells like Baltimore and Essex in front of him?
As if sensing that thought Baltimore shifted upright, drawing his eyes onto her – and how her snug-fitting dress hugged the contours of her body. Her cheeks reddened beneath his gaze and the moment Essex leaned out of the way Baltimore swung her exposed thigh over his; straddling his lap with tentative confidence, her hands massaging his shoulders and a cute, bashful smile curling at her lips.
''May I...?'' The tomboy breathed out.
The Commander responded by way of grabbing her curvy ass; pulling her more comfortably onto his lap. Baltimore shivered, casting a stray glance at Essex before daring to refocus on him, anticipation and embarrassment swimming in her gold eyes before she reached under her long dress, tucking her underwear to one side. The length of her dress hid the detail but the moment he felt his tip brush against her inner-thigh any and all complains flew out the window, a shiver of excitement lancing up his shaft.
An excitement that pooled in his tip as she held his shaft, aligning herself with his tip. Her womanly warmth pressed onto his tip and he shifted his hands up to her hips, gaze locked onto her clothed groin as she rocked her hips, the gentle friction against her entrance teasing a soft moan out of the cruiser. He could feel her excitement tease him, her syrupy flower opening for him as she lowered herself, dipping the tip inside.
And then with a breathy moan Baltimore impaled herself down onto him. The Commander didn't even try to quell the low, lustful growl that bubbled up his throat – her sticky walls clasping around his member as inch after inch of him sunk into her welcoming pussy. The carnal heat that pressed around his cock, moulding her inner walls to his shape, was nearly overwhelming when he was still sensitive from his previous orgasm but he endured it, a tight breath escaping him.
Only for Baltimore to close the distance and kiss him – moaning shyly into it as she cupped his cheeks. The surprise fled quickly and he wasted no time in kissing her back, meshing his lips with hers and running his hands up her beautiful body, unable to not cop a feel of every inch of her. In return the brunette rocked her hips, a soft moan escaping her as she lifted herself up slightly only to ease herself back down, riding him slowly bur firmly.
''Fuck me...'' He exhaled against her lips.
Baltimore tilted her head, a slight smile on her lips. ''Aren't I already?''
He couldn't stop the burst of laughter, short and aroused, that left his lips. ''Yeah. Guess you are.''
Chuckling softly Baltimore leaned back, left hand on his broad chest and right hanging by her side as she flexed her thighs and bounced herself onto him. Her confidence swelled with every roll of her hips and he appreciated it intimately; groaning unabashedly and bucking himself up into her, feeling her tightness clamp around him in an unyielding grip, the friction rendered slick by her arousal as she impaled herself down onto his shaft.
Movement to his right lured his gaze onto Essex just as she crawled closer on her knees, glass of wine in her hand. Flashing him a smirk she swung it back, drinking the remainder of her glass – and then in a heartbeat she darted in and pressed her lips to Baltimore's, jolting a surprised yelp out of the brunette. A brunette who utterly melted into the unexpected kiss, her embarrassed expression just as erotic as the kiss itself; their lips meshing together with a doubtless exchange of wine and spit between them, some of the former dribbling from the corner of Baltimore's mouth.
Until with a shared gasp the two drew apart, leaving Baltimore looking almost dizzy from the sudden intake of alcohol – that, or the kiss, he couldn't tell. Either way he clutched at her hips and thrust himself up into her, relishing the startled yelp it jolted out of Baltimore, and the subsequent whine as she threw her hips back into motion; impaling herself onto his swollen member with renewed vigour.
The way her pussy gripped his member, how enthusiastically she jammed herself onto his swollen length; it robbed him of any wit and left him panting like a dog; feeling clutching at her curvy hips and pulling her down onto him. Baltimore paid him back with a throaty moan as she tipped her head back, tits bouncing shamelessly in his face as she took his cock deep inside of her over and over again, her thighs quaking from the effort and not helped by Essex who ran her hand up her back, teasing her with her touch.
''Ah, C-Commander...!'' Baltimore moaned in warning.
A warning felt as her depths clenched around him, her orgasm so very close even as she fought to delay it. Her hips though kept descending desperately, taking his full length between her folds and grinding his tip against her innermost parts, her hot core moulding to his shape as if prepared to take him for many more rounds after this one. The sinful thought infiltrated his mind and the thought of releasing himself inside of her was even more temptuous, but the lack of protection made him grip her hips, prepared to push her off as nirvana neared, arrived, peaked.
Then with haste he pushed her up-
-only for Essex to push her back down.
''Oh!'' Baltimore threw her head back, cry caught behind her clasping hand.
And with a startled, stilted groan the Commander erupted inside of the brunette tomboy; holding her hips in a vice grip as her pussy returned the favour around his dick – squeezing and wringing rope after rope of cum out of him, his balls aching as he ejaculated deep inside of his subordinate. She gasped and rocked her hips, flicking them in short bursts and milking him for multiple more dollops of heat, her moan taking on a euphoric edge as she came down from cloud nine one gasp at a time.
Pressing his head back into the couch the Commander groaned, and shot a light glare over at Essex – earning a smug smirk from the carrier in return. ''Hey, you totally wanted to do it.''
''Still...'' He panted out.
Baltimore interrupted him with a moan, the sound nestling into his ear as she slumped against him – panting, trembling, but so very satisfied. The kiss she delivered to his cheek affirmed that and with great effort Baltimore lifted herself up and off of his cock, whimpering as his cock slipped out of her and left nothing to stop the slow trickle of cum to escape; her thighs quickly clamping shut as she slumped on the couch beside him.
The Commander spared her only a passing glance, however, as he turned his full attention onto Essex herself. The carrier flushed at the attention, some of her moxie waning even with the alcohol to fortify it – and with what little of it remained she turned away from him... and bent herself over the arm of the couch. A position the coincidentally left her skirt raised up and exposing her peachy behind.
''C-C'mon, Enty won't be gone forever...'' Essex muttered out, sounding a touch more shy.
Shy enough to rouse his cock back to full hardness. Exhaling a low, animalistic breath he sat up on his knees and crawled up behind the carrier, spending only a moment to yank her underwear down to her knees – leaving her ass fully exposed. Whimpering Essex shifted her knees further apart, exposing her shamefully-wet cunt and enticing him to rub his tip against it, teasing a groan out of her-
Before fucking it into a yelp of surprise as he pushed in; the sound morphing into a stilted cry of pleasure as just over half of him sunk into her with ease. The Commander it back a hiss but he couldn't hold back the groan that soon bubbled past his lips; his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her sides as he pulled partway out only to swiftly rut right back inside; cramming his cock into Essex's snug tunnel and feeling her insides quiver in response.
A reaction that only motivated him to repeat the motion; slow, rough pumps driving him into Essex's wetness, feeling her glaze his intruding member. The carrier moaned unabashedly in response, her slender fingers catching the back of the couch to steady herself as she pushed back against him, impaling herself onto his aching length and taking him deeper in the process.
''If Enterprise finds us she won't be happy...'' The Commander murmured half-lucidly, utterly drunk on the carrier gripping him.
Essex let out a weak sort of laugh. ''P-Probably not- mm~!''
A hard thrust jolted a moan past her lips, the demurity of the sound invoking something in him and coaxing his right hand to her ass – before without thinking he spanked the carrier under him. Essex tightened around him as she yelped, surprise melting into flustered pleasure as he kneaded her cheek better and enticing him to smack her ass again, relishing the moan that fled her throat.
When a pair of arms snaked around his chest from behind, and he felt a pair of tits press against his back. ''Baltimore?''
''I...'' She tightened her hold on him. ''Essex made you finish in me, so it's only fair to return the favour, right...?''
As if to emphasise her intent the tomboy humped him – awkwardly, gently, but ultimately refusing to let him pull out fully. The knowledge that Baltimore was suggesting he creampie Essex turned him on far more than it had any right to and with a growl he gripped the tipsy carrier by the hips and railed her with renewed vigour; piping a cry out of her as his girthy cock rammed into her tightening tunnel like a pneumatic hammer, his tip kissing her cervix with pummelling force.
Essex clasped one hand over her mouth to stifle her moans but he fucked them free all the same – the rapid ass-claps ringing out through the night air alongside her staggered moans. Weakly she tried to push herself back onto him, to be more than submissive, but he didn't give her the chance; ruthless as he rammed his swollen girth between her syrupy folds, pressure mounting up his shaft as her sticky walls gripped his shaft, begging for the same treatment he gave Baltimore-!
'Oh fuck-!'
Heat surged, muscles tensed – and with a final powerful thrust he slammed into Essex and came. The squeal that left her lips was music to his ears and all he could do was groan as he humped her, feeling Baltimore spooning him from behind as he shamelessly ejaculated deep inside of Essex's clenching cunt – her insides spasming around his member and squeezing him tight, wringing rope after rope of semen from his shaft and whining as she was creampied raw.
Until Baltimore retreated and allowed him to finally pull out – his tip escaping with an audible 'pop' and allowing his cum to leak out of Essex's ploughed cunt; the carrier moaning in defeat as she slumped into the corner of the couch. The Commander echoed her sentiment with a groan as he stumbled back and sat on the low coffee table, pushing drinks and plates aside to make himself room...
...until movement lured his eyes ahead.
Just in time to witness Baltimore climbing on top of Essex, both women looking back at him with rosy cheeks, and open interest.
''Commander... one more time?''
…
It would be a long, pleasurable hour until Enterprise and Bremerton returned.
Suspicious, but ultimately not commenting on how flushed all three of them were, and how dishevelled they look for a trio 'just drinking'.
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