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UNSC Staff Sgt Kristen Dawson headed to her new quarters on the UNSC Infinite, ready to take a break before her command meeting in a few hours. Her new station had her working with Spartan Sarah Palmer, who she had served alongside while Palmer was an ODST, and she was incredibly excited to reconnect with the woman. Her women were also strangely excited to meet the woman too. She’d had to chide a good amount of them for discussing indiscreet rumors about the Spartan, and she had no idea where they were sourced from. The Sarah Palmer she knew would never partake in such… acts!
Kristen shook her head to clear the thoughts from it… and the blush from her face. It would not do for her to have such things on her mind before she met the woman again in a few hours! She walked into her cabin, noticing an oddly alluring smell, and saw Sarah Palmer… naked in the middle of the cabin. She found her eyes trailing down the Spartan’s body, going from her breasts to her rock hard abs, down to her massive dick… God, it had to be five inches and it looked to be completely soft!
She looked back up to find Sarah staring directly at her, and turned bright red. “Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry, I thought this was my cabin, I’ll leave!” As she turned to leave, she felt Sarah’s hand grab her shoulder. “You can stay, if you’d like. It’s not like I didn’t see you staring.” Kristen stammered out a meek “okay, sorry” before Sarah ushered her back to the bed. Both women sat on the bed, and Kristen tried valiantly not to look at Sarah’s massive dick. She failed spectacularly. “God, how long is that thing?” “Thirteen inches.” Fuck, Kristen had said it out loud! She blushed even more heavily, face now tomato red. Thirteen inches though? That had to be impossible.
“That can’t possibly be true Sarah, nobody had a dick that big!” “Wanna verify it then, cutie?” Kristen quickly nodded, and moved her hand over to Sarah’s dick. She stopped her hand and looked up at Sarah for confirmation, fully grasping her dick once she nodded. It was warm, and surprisingly soft. Kristen began stroking, and it quickly hardened. Initially, she felt vindicated when it didn’t increase in length, but that feeling vanished when Sarah’s cock grew to be larger than her forearm. She started using both of her hands to stroke it, getting more and more into the action as she went, dick hardening in her tight uniform pants.
Eventually, a small bead of pre appeared at the tip, and Kristen felt herself impulsively licking it up. She quickly pulled back, face burning. As good as it had tasted, Sarah hadn’t asked for that, and as horny as Kristen was getting she wasn’t so inconsiderate as to do things her partner hadn’t asked her to! Sarah, however, did want more, and quickly made that clear. “Listen, Kristen, if you want we can take this further. I’m up for whatever, if you want.” Kristen very much did want to take things further. With her partner’s consent obtained, she quickly started sucking on Sarah’s tip, drawing a few small noises from the Spartan. She circled her tongue around her partner’s sensitive head for a little bit, before starting to bob her head on Sarah’s massive girldick, going further down with each repetition.
As she got closer to the base of Sarah’s dick, her musk got stronger, as did the taste. Both were divine, and they made her head fuzzy and her motions a little more enthusiastic. She wanted more, and clearly so did the Spartan woman. She felt Sarah’s hand on the back of her head, and looked up to give a quick confirmation nod before Sarah pushed her head down onto her dick, hilting it in Kristen’s eager throat. She could smell Sarah’s musk straight from the source, and it was akin to olfactory ambrosia.
From this angle, Sarah towered over her even more than she already did, standing a foot taller than Kristen even outside of her armor. Her washboard abs were also very much so in view, and Kristen felt the urge to rub her face on them, which she might have followed had it not been speared on a massive throbbing pillar of Spartan dick. Eventually, Sarah let up, and Kristen found the strength to pull herself off her dick a few minutes later. Sarah’s hand never left her head, however, and Kristen quickly found herself pressed into Sarah’s giant balls, mind going blank. If she had thought her mind was fuzzy before, the scent was frying it now. At that moment, If she could have changed every scent in the world to Palmer’s musk, she absolutely would have made that choice. She popped a ball into her mouth, sucking it worshipfully for a few minutes before Sarah pulled her off of them, leaving several lipstick marks on her balls.
For a few minutes, she stared at Sarah’s throbbing dick, mind clearing somewhat now that she wasn’t being directly exposed to Spartan cockmusk straight from the source. Sarah, seeing the clarity in her eyes, opened her mouth to speak. “Hey, Kristen, I didn’t want to ask this until you could think better, but would you wanna take this further?” She nearly shouted a yes, but settled for nodding like a bobblehead in an earthquake. Kristen, having multiple pairs of her uniform in case of laundry issues and so horny she didn’t really care, Let Sarah rip a hole in the ass of her pants, freeing her hole for use. Both women got fully on the bed, Sarah lying down, and Kristen positioning herself on top of her massive cock. With a quick nod from Sarah, Kristen sank onto the massive dick below her, cock pulsing with every inch of the impressive dick entering her. She, of course, prepped nearly every day in case she ever saw action of the non-combat variety.
Much to her shame, once she hilted the dick in her she came all over Sarah’s sweaty abs, though she immediately corrected her mistake by bending over and licking it off those rock hard abs only a Spartan could truly have. Once she was done savoring the taste of her own cum (fruity with salty notes), she began to ride Sarah’s dick like there was no tomorrow. Her constant training at the UNSC’s comprehensive gyms served her well, and she found no issue repeatedly moving her ass up and down Sarah’s prodigious dick as she moaned in ecstasy. “You know Dawson, I always thought you had the best ass in the UNSC. Only thing that stopped me from propositioning you last time we were together was that I never thought a straight laced gal like you would go for something like this. Clearly I shouldn’t have judged a book by it’s cover, you’ve got the tightest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking!” If Kristen was capable of feeling more than pleasure at the moment, she might have felt embarrassed at this. But instead she felt a jolt of happiness that THE Sarah Palmer had wanted her, even before this. Her moans got louder, and were she not being fucked stupid by big Spartan dick she would have thanked God for the thick walls on every UNSC ship, built as both a safety measure and a morale measure, as soldiers tended to have a hard time sleeping when the women next door were fucking like animals all night.
Kristen rode Sarah’s massive dick for what felt like hours, shamelessly babbling and moaning about her love for Palmer’s massive dick. Eventually though, Sarah’s seemingly endless stamina came to an end after a while, her cock beginning to throb hard within Kristen’s tight ass, making Kristen release another load onto Sarah’s perfect abs, though this time she didn’t have the faculties to lick it off. She was much more concerned with speeding up her pace to wring Sarah’s cock of every drop of cum she possibly could. Eventually, it worked and Sarah’s cock began spurting thick, heavy cream into Kristen’s ass, oozing out of her hole and onto Sarah’s shaft. She pulled her dick out of Kristen’s tight ass, leaving it open wide and dripping cum. Kristen nearly collapsed, but Sarah held her upright. “One more thing you gotta do before you can go shower, cutie. You gotta clean up your mess.” She moved her cock into Kristen’s field of view, almost waving it in front of her face. Kristen eagerly took it into her mouth again, bobbing from tip to base, making sure no trace of Sarah’s delicious cum was left. She pulled her face off of the massive dick, a satisfied look on it. Sarah helped her up, and they both walked over to the Spartan’s personal shower, turning it on and waiting for steam to start building up inside before they got in. Kristen took off her uniform before they got in, not wanting to ruin the rest of her uniform, though in her view the ripped pants had absolutely been worth it. She hadn’t noticed it before, too focused on Sarah’s dick, but the Spartan had a massive ass, and it jiggled with every movement she made. Her cock, long having gone soft, perked up a little at the sight. Both women soaped up and washed off, Sarah’s dick still at half-mast and looking ready to go even after what had just happened. “How the fuck are you still hard?!?” Sarah turned to her, a smug grin on her face. “I could’ve gone for a lot more rounds than that, cutie. I only held off cause it’s been a while and you were done. I’ll probably need to call in somebody else to help me get drained for the day.” Oh. If Kristen’s face could get any redder between the heat of the shower and the exertion of fucking a Spartan, it would have then.
Both women exited the shower, Sarah erect again from watching Kristen’s naked body. Kristen had to hold herself back from offering to go again, her exhaustion winning over her desire to please Sarah. She dried off and went to put her clothes back on, uttering a curse when she remembered that her pants had a massive hole in the ass and smelled like Spartan cock. Sarah chuckled at the sight, and led Kristen over to a dresser, opening it and showing that it was full of spare uniforms for nearly every position on the Infinity, in almost every size. “Girls letting me trash their uniforms happens a lot more often than you would think, so I started grabbing spares to make sure half the crew wasn’t walking around with their panties on display and covered in cum.” The fact that that sounded slightly appealing to Kristen made her blush, which was irritating since she had just stopped blushing from earlier. She found a pair of uniform pants in her size, and pulled them on. Normally, she would be throwing out the pair she wasn’t wearing anymore because of the hole, but the smell that Sarah’s cock and balls had transmitted onto it convinced her otherwise.
She gathered her things, and was about to leave before Sarah stopped her, holding out a pen and a sheet of paper with names and phone numbers on it, some of which she recognized from her squad, much to her embarrassment. Maybe those rumors hadn’t been rumors at all. “If you want, you can leave your name and number down here, and we could go again sometime when I need draining. Hell, we could head out for dinner sometime and talk about how we’ve been since our last deployment! I know this one engineer’s pasta recipe and it’s SO good! I’d like to get to know the new you more, now that we’re not fighting for our lives against The Covenant every day.” Kristen nodded, writing down her name and number, and smiled at Sarah. She pulled her into a hug, which was slightly awkward as she could feel Sarah’s gigantic dick pressing into her as they hugged. After a few minutes, she released Sarah from the hug and headed out.
As she left Sarah’s quarters, she ran into two of her marines, both of whom gave her knowing looks and started walking with her. “So Sarge, you finally got some of that Palmer action huh?” Kristen blushed fiercely, and stammered out a “H-huh?” before her marines interrupted her. “Dawson, your hair is a complete mess, your uniform isn’t nearly as clean as it was earlier, those aren’t even the same pants you were wearing this morning, and you smell like Spartan dick.” Oh. Fuck. She started walking back to her quarters faster, and as she got to her actual door a few down from Sarah’s, her marines broke off and headed back, smiling and talking amongst themselves. The last thing she saw before entering her quarters was both women walking straight into Sarah’s room, looking eager as they possibly could.
As Kristen walked into her quarters, she checked the smell of her uniform. It did indeed smell like Spartan dick, and somehow she couldn’t bring herself to feel negatively about that. What she could bring herself to feel negatively about was the fact that the time on the clock was about three hours past the last time she had seen, and an hour into the meeting she was supposed to be in. She grabbed her communicator, ready to call the Captain and profusely apologize for her absence, but she saw her it had been marked excused, with the reason for the absence being ‘Spartan Palmer ;)’.