Fresh Faces (futa/futa, sci-fi, oneshot)

Story by Kuroshio

Hey guys, some of you might remember I said I wasn't going to be posting stories here anymore? Well, I changed my mind. Have fun with this one. Also, I'm still taking writing commissions, the information link is in my signature.

Fresh Faces (futa on futa, anal, rough sex, oral, prostitution, sci-fi, interracial, underage, implied bondage, bukkake, frotting, rimming, prostate play)

Between time-dilation, isolation, long periods underway and the cramped confines of your typical hauler, there aren’t too many perks to being merchant spacer. Sure, you make a lot of bread, but who needs it? Who can possibly spend it all in the three months average you spend planetside between two year trips? I’ve been a crewman of the Hokkaido Maru for the last fourteen years. I wasn’t even twelve when I reported aboard as a dark-skinned, almond-eyed apprentice cabin girl.

Fourteen years in relative time that is; in absolute time, I’ve officially been spacing for closer to three decades. It makes for interesting conversations with people who knew me when I was younger. The girls I used to play with were talking about serious, adult dating and upcoming marriages when I was still the first mate’s bedwarmer. By time I had completed first certification tests, they had new babies. When I received my full license, those babies had started elementary school.

We really didn’t have much to talk about after that point.

Still, it wasn’t a bad life. The Hokkaido Maru wasn’t a bad ship either: a bit old, systems hadn't been upgraded in far too long, the reactor cores needed to be swapped out, the auxiliary generators were held together by duct tape and the Chief Engineer’s faith in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ… OK, the ship was kind of a piece of shit, but the captain at the time, Captain Hirabashi was the right combination of shrewd, intelligent and caring to keep us well-paid and alive .The first mate, Lieutenant Machida, was her right hand, the stern disciplinarian that kept us all in line with her iron fist. The same iron fist that made being assigned as her bedwarmer interesting to say the least.

Bedwarmers were one perk for licensed crewmembers. There were plenty of apprentices running around the merchant fleet without much to do outside of learning, passengers who can’t afford to pay upfront and girls who joined the merchant marine and couldn’t hack the certification/licensing process but still want to stay in space. They all got put to work as cocksleeves and dildos during the downtimes. The Captain kept plenty aboard for most trips; the only exceptions were max capacity passenger runs. Naturally the ship’s officers got first pick and the first mate liked ‘em short, shapeless and naïve, so lying down with Lieutenant Machida every night was my first assignment when I came aboard.

The assumption that all the domineering people are secret submissives proved to be bullshit though. I bottomed-out for her night after night for weeks on end, getting pounded open like a warped hatch every time she'd lost her temper during the day. Which could be damned near every day depending on how strict she felt like being. And she was the sort of person who rationed out her mercies in a teaspoon, so I got used to rough sex at a young age, my wrists tied to the bedpost, together, while she spread my legs and turned my body whichever way she felt like, slamming her cock in and out like it was driven by high pressure hydraulics. I don't think she was intentionally cruel in the bedroom and she definitely helped me outside of it, tutoring me on every nut and bolt of the Hokkaido Maru whenever she could spare a few minutes of time. But she also didn't think much about getting her bedwarmer off, so there were times when Lieutenant Machida would definitely leave me hanging, fucking me right to the edge of orgasm before pulling out and unloading on my flat (at the time) chest before rolling over to pull out some system's manual and rattling off questions while I struggled to sop my squishy-wet cunt and get my boner under control.

But I was certainly trained well, enjoyed a few perks while underway, what else could there have been? There was the money itself, of course. I know I don’t think about stacking money ever higher and higher, especially when we were never in place long enough to spend it all, but we certainly didn’t want for anything either. It certainly made the first few days or weeks of stopovers interesting, at least until you realized that pretty much every colony (unlike the core worlds) consists of one city – the capital – which was built around their one spaceport. If you were really lucky, the atmosphere was breathable without protective equipment. If you were a little less lucky, you just needed a filter unit. Needing a complete rebreather system was considered breaking even. Unlucky started a

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