A/N: Tadah, the second-place poll winner - quite the lewd one too, if I do say so myself, and quite rough too~ I do wish to experiment more with the erotic build-up type of fics though; of the Commander just flirting and the girls playing around with him before the actual lewds itself; things like teasingly kissing, flirting, playfully flashing even; just things to tease up to the actual smut itself.

That aside, please enjoy~


Birthday Special

The Commander's birthday was a big, and ultimately hectic sort of celebration.

Naturally being their beloved Commander he got quite a few gifts from his adoring subordinates, from the smitten Taihou to the more tsundere Jean Bart. When the base was small this wasn't a problem, a couple dozen gifts finding itself on his desk – but with over four hundred girls at the base? It became a challenge to unpack them all in good timing, thus most gave their gifts in advance so he could take the time to open and thank them.

Thus when his birthday actually rolled around there was time for celebrations. A morning breakfast with some of his best cooks, an afternoon spent playing and hanging out with the more vibrant characters of the base, a late afternoon spent snoozing under the waning summer sun and then an evening eating at the cafeteria and sharing a toast with everyone.

But by nightfall things changed; only a small, select group of Ship-Girls being invited back to his home on the edge of the base. It wasn't anything too crazy, just some friends hanging out without having to fight over his attention; some ordered pizza and beers more than enough to keep them all fed.

Which was how the Commander found himself sat on his couch, leaning back into it... and with Pennsylvania on his left and Hornet just past her, squished into the corner of the couch, whilst on his right was Arizona and Fletcher just past her. Across from him on the opposing couch was Allen M. Sumner and Cooper, with Saratoga and Lexington on either side of them; leaving Yorktown and Enterprise to share a seat off to his left and right.

And safe to say, everyone was more than a little tipsy.

''Mm... remember that time Akagi challenge you to a fight, Enty? And Saratoga tried to get in the way?'' Hornet giggled halfway through her words. ''And when Akagi stepped forwards, she got stuck her head stuck between your chests? That was gold.''

''It's not fair!'' Saratoga exclaimed petulantly, whining as she patted her chest. ''I'm the senior! Yet I'm as flat as Fletcher...''

''Hey...'' Fletcher flushed, touching her own chest self-consciously.

Saratoga flushed and babbled an apology, but the mistake only generated a string of laughter from the others present, snickers swift to evolve into cackles. The Commander himself chuckling, swinging back his beer and emptying the bottle. He was only on his fifth bottle but he was already feeling drunk; coherent enough to follow along but drunk enough that his inhibitions had been lowered, his usual stiff attitude giving way to reveal a surprisingly vulgar side, joining in on Hornet's crude jokes and getting gently chastised by Arizona as a result.

''Mm... wouldn't mind that~'' The Commander cheekily winked at Enterprise – earning a dark blush and stammering, nonsensical reply from the embarrassed woman.

''Hoho, making moves on my sister when I'm right here?'' Hornet laughed, laying a hand on her chest in faxu-hurt. ''You wound me~''

''I'd say~'' Pennsylvania smirked, nudging him with her elbow. ''Hey Ari, think we could take him together?''

Arizona blinked, frowning slightly through her own inebriation. ''Well yes, we're stronger than him, aren't we...?''

''She means fuckin' him!'' Hornet broke out into cackles.

''Oh!'' Arizona went scarlet in the face. ''U-Um, ah, w-well I don't- eep!''

Arizona squeaked and went scarlet as he wrapped an arm around her, bringing his lips close to her ear and whispering into it. ''Wanna find out?''

''Ah... I... I...'' Arizona visibly malfunctioned; stuttering and stammering, before with a poof of air she lolled onto Fletcher's shoulder, passed out from sheer embarrassment.

The sight brought another wave of laughter from the group; even the reserved Yorktown and Lexington joining in. Fletcher was a touch less amused, a flat expression on her face as the much taller Arizona leaned over her thanks to her height.

''A little help here...?'' Fletcher asked exasperatedly.

Grinning cheekily the Commander obliged, wrapping an arm around both Arizona and Pennsylvania, hugging both women against his sides. ''Wouldn't mind taking you up on that offer, Penny.''

''Hmph. Wait until she's sober at least~'' Pennsylvania flirted back unashamedly, her voice a sexy purr. ''Though if you want I can give you a kiss... or something more~''

The other women in the room ooh'd and ahh'd teasingly, and never one to back down from a challenge the Commander took her up on that offer – diving in and stealing a quick kiss, lips mashing against her own for several seconds before he pulled back. Allen and Cooper whooped and Lexington giggled, clapping them on. Pennsylvania on the other hand hummed, eyeing him with a saucy look.

''Come on, you can do better than that.''

The Commander smirked, slid a hand up to the back of her head – and then yanked Pennsylvania into a much rougher, deeper kiss, forcing his lips against hers and earning a hot moan from the Battleship. She grabbed him by the collar and held him into the kiss, lips pushing back heatedly and shoving her tongue into his mouth, tempting him to fight back with his own tongue, their wet appendages wrestling between their mouths.

Their shoulders leaned in, they pressed into the kiss – and then with a mutual gasp they broke apart, panting. A string of saliva hung between their mouths and they stared at each other; until the cheers of the other tipsy girls snapped them out of it.

''Hey~!'' Hornet pouted. ''Why don't I get a kiss like that?''

''Hmph. How are you gonna get one from over there?'' The Commander fired back with a smirk.

Hornet fell for the teasing taunt, a grin on her lips as she leaned over Pennsylvania's lap – tempting him to grab the back of her head and yank her into a rough kiss. It was as heated as it was messy, tongues being introduced within a second and fighting between their mouths, a muffled moan arising from Hornet's throat as she kissed back.

''Hey hey, you giving out free smooches~?'' Allen eagerly hopped up, grinning stupidly. ''Gimme some too~!''

And thus chaos ensued as the Commander was besieged by a drunk Allen, Cooper and Saratoga, the three taking turns kissing him until eventually the more sane ships pulled them off with giggles abound, the Commander's own flirtatious comments almost tempting the three girls back onto him.

Though the whispered comments he left in their ears was more than enough to leave each of them blushing like schoolgirls and giggling shyly, tempted by his offers.

X-x-X

The party continued after their spontaneous make-out session, chaos continuing on-and-off as the drunk participants let themselves loose.

It was only because of his close relationship with his subordinates that allowed such behaviours. Even when tipsy the girls would never let a man do such a thing to them, but because they knew and trusted him, flirting wasn't just commonplace, but a game. Even Enterprise herself partook in it, albeit shyly, her skirt flipped up at the corner to tease him and earning a tease swat on the butt when she passed, shattering whatever sensuality she had as she reverted back to an embarrassed, stammering carrier once more.

The Commander smiled at the memory, meandering his way into the kitchen to grab some more snacks for everyone. It was getting late by this point but nobody really cared; the girls had high enough tolerances that they were only now starting to get properly drunk, and he himself had paced himself enough that he didn't get proper drunk; it'd be a waste of a night to get black-out drunk with a room full of pretty ladies, after all.

Chuckling at the thought he popped open one of the cupboards, raking around until he found a bag of crisps and throwing them under his arm, rising back up to his feet – and came face-to-face with Pennsylvania.

''Hey.'' She purred.

The Commander smirked back, shutting the cupboard door. ''Hey. You need something?''

''We both know what I 'need'.'' Pennsylvania purred, trailing a finger up his cheek – ending it on his chin and flicking up it.

The Commander, with alcohol pumping in his veins and giving him liquid confidence, didn't so much as bat an eye. ''I can bend you over the kitchen counter if you want.''

''Your room.'' She suggested instead, snaking her arms around his neck and resting her forehead against his, her eyes locked with his. ''I'd rather not be interrupted.''

''Fine by me.'' He grabbed her waist and crashed his lips against hers.

Pennsylvania moaned into his mouth, clutching onto the back of his head and holding him into the kiss, the kiss forceful and messy – until with a mutual gasp they broke apart, the snacks in his arm messily shoved onto the nearest counter-top.

They didn't pause to catch their breaths. Grabbing his hand Pennsylvania hauled him out of the kitchen, their footsteps quiet as she led him out into the hallway and the two of them ascended up to the second floor, the muted chatter from the living room becoming distant as they crept over to his room, the door popping open and allowing them inside, pushing on the door.

And then the moment the door was shut the Commander shoved her against the wall, claiming her lips in a rough kiss. ''Mmph!''

Pennsylvania groaned into his mouth, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him back. He grabbed her hips in response, pulling her waist against him and grinding his crotch against hers, the friction slight yet no less erotic. Only when their lungs burned for air did they break off the kiss, panting and gasping from the intensity of it, both eyeing each other with naked lust.

''Fuck me like you own me.'' She rasped unashamedly.

The Commander obliged, claiming her lips in a fierce kiss. She moaned, shuddering and arching her back when he popped off the buttons of her blue jacket, tempting Pennsylvania to yank her arms out of it, her belt coming off a second later and allowing him to throw her blue jacket to the floor. He grabbed her cheeks and yanked her back into a deep, hungry kiss, a groan escaping her when he held her throat as they kissed, almost choking her with his firm hold – much to her delight.

With her jacket on the floor he could run his hands over her taut stomach freely, admiring her flat belly before sliding his hands down, loosening her skirt and shoving it down. Pennsylvania groaned, leaning forwards and letting him grab her ass, the pantyhose she was wearing making her butt feel silky and soft. He grabbed it and then gave it a spank, his palm hitting it sharply and coaxing a moan up out of her throat, one he devoured with a rough kiss.

''On your knees.'' He whispered against her lips.

Pennsylvania smirked, kissing him back. ''For the birthday boy~''

He spanked her ass. ''Tease.''

Laughing softly Pennsylvania slid down the wall onto her knees, clad only in her pantyhose and bra. Smiling suggestively up at him she grasped his belt an undid it, the sharp rattle of the buckle filling the air before she yanked it off entirely, throwing it aside and unzipping his pants. The Commander helped her along, shoving his pants down alongside his boxers, allowing Pennsylvania to grab his dick and jerk it, smirking at the groan she coaxed out of him.

The Battleship leaned in, kissing the tip and sliding her hand along his shaft faster. He was already half-erect from their heated make-out session but her hand was swiftly getting him fully-erect. Smirking at him she put her lips on the tip and drooled onto it, her spit dribbling down it before she pressed her thumb down on the saliva-coated tip, smearing her saliva into it and making him hiss in pleasure.

''Fuck...'' The Commander grunted, grasping her by her ponytail.

Pennsylvania smirked and took the hint, taking the tip into her mouth – and the Battleship promptly gagged as he yanked her head down, making her deep-throat him in a single rough shove. The Commander let out a loud moan, his cock throbbing within her throat; the sensation amplified when she choked and gagged around his shaft, her throat convulsing erotically.

Gripping her hair tight the Commander pulled her head back – and then started to face-fuck her. He pulled her back-and-forth, her pursed lips sliding from the very base of his cock up to the head, her ever-sensual lips becoming wet with her own saliva as it slid over his girth. The sensation was made infinitely more erotic when she sucked mid-way, her lips pursing extra tight near the head and pulling a rough moan out of his throat.

''Hah...'' The Commander put one hand on the wall behind her and leaned forth, his other hand yanking her head down his cock. ''That's it...''

Pennsylvania made a wet grunt in return, buckling when he pulled her into his crotch, her lips touching the base. He held her there, staring into her eyes even as reflexive tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, smearing her black mascara and turning her into a hot mess, one that choked and gargled on his cock as it throbbed within her throat.

Before with a hiss of pleasure he pulled her head back, his meaty cock resting on her tongue for a second as she coughed around it, sucking in much-needed lungfuls of air. He gave her only a few seconds to recover before he yanked her back down again, a throaty moan escaping the Commander as he fucked her mouth roughly, her choking sounds turning him on.

''Mmph, gkh, ghk, guh, ghk!'' Pennsylvania's voice became raspier and throatier as he sped up – before once again he rammed down her throat and held her there. ''Ghk... g-ghk...!''

And then he reared his hips back, allowing his cock to slide out of her mouth and causing Pennsylvania to heave in a deep breath, choking on her own spit in the process. One hand came up and wiped away the spit on her cheek, coughing and causing some drool to run down her chin.

Until he pushed the swollen head of his cock against her lips, tempting them open – and with a groan he yanked her back down his cock. Holding onto her bunched-up hair he slammed his throbbing shaft into her mouth, her nose squishing against his pelvis as he slapped his balls against her chin, her choked wet grunts growing louder-

''FUCK!'' Until with a sharp, borderline aggressive shout, the Commander came; blowing his thick, salty load down her throat.

''Mmph! G-Ghk...!'' Pennsylvania's swallowed it; muted, wet gulps causing visible bulges in her throat as she swallowed his semen.

Until he bucked his hips back and let his cock slip free from her wet lips, leaving Pennsylvania coughing and rubbing away the drool on her chin. ''H-Haah... guh...''

The Commander shuddered, his cock wet with her saliva and twitching in her face as the Battleship caught her breath, the sight of her fuelling his lust to new heights. Within moments his self-restraint faded and he grabbed Pennsylvania by her underarms, hauling her up to her feet – and muffled her moan with a rough, forceful kiss, pushing her up against the wall behind her as he started grinding on her crotch.

Pennsylvania groaned into his mouth, rocking her hips to meet his – and a grunt of lust escaped her pink lips when he reached down and grabbed her crotch, gripping, and then ripped a hole in her silky pantyhose. The material didn't tear cleanly, some holes forming around the bigger hole with thin, overstretched seams stretching over them, but his attention was on the bigger hole he'd made; lustful gaze locked onto the black panties beneath.

He tugged them aside, aroused to see that she was already wet, her lower lips glistening as he rubbed the head of his cock against them. Pennsylvania moaned hotly as he raised her left leg up, her fingers weaving into his hair and pulling him into another rough kiss, muffling her horny voice as he rubbed and prodded her folds with his cock. Soon though he grew tired of the teasing foreplay, guided his cock between her dripping folds – and then slammed into Pennsylvania's quivering slit.

''Mm!'' The dark-haired Battleship jerked, tensing up.

The Commander hissed in pleasure, grabbing her waist with one hand and supporting her leg with his other hand – rearing his cock halfway out before plunging it back in, pushing in deeper. Her walls were tight but his cock pried them apart, inch after inch of him pushing into her searing heat, until eventually their pelvises bumped together. The fullness within her made Pennsylvania groan, her lips mashing against his harder before she broke off the kiss with a gasp, her face flushed a rosy hue and her eyes half-lidded, lust evident within.

''How that feel?'' The Commander purred, bucking his hips back before slamming back in – relishing the stiff groan he coaxed out of her. ''Rough enough for you?''

Pennsylvania flashed him a stiff grin. ''You can try harder than that.''

Lust flared within the Commander and he obliged, thrusting into her. The Battleship moaned deeply, her sexy voice muted as he claimed her lips in a heated kiss, roughly mashing his lips against hers even as he sheathed his cock within her, their pelvises clapping together. The pantyhose and panties hugging her waist failed to muffle the sound but neither cared about being overheard, their inebriation loosening up whatever remaining inhibitions they had and leaving them with nothing but sheer lust pumping through their veins.

Gripping her thigh tighter the Commander slammed into her harder, hissing when she ran her free hand under his shirt and over his back, scratching him with her sharp nails. He paid her back by sliding a hand around and smacking her ass, the pain coaxing out a borderline-masochistic moan from Pennsylvania, her insides tightly pressing down upon his hot length.

Then in a moment of roughness his left hand came up, grasping her by the throat.

''Mn!'' Pennsylvania grunted sharply, eyes widening as he started choking her out.

The Commander flashed her a grin, her throat held between his index finger and thumb, the two aforementioned digits curling around her throat. His choking grip was tight and domineering, his rough thrusts making him tug on her neck in the process, but he was mindful enough to loosen his hold every few seconds so she could get some air in. Even then Pennsylvania made hot choking sounds, gasping in a wispy breath and coughing on it, her eyes watering from the lack of air yet not offering an ounce of protest; getting off on his rough side.

''Ghk, g-guh... hk...!'' She coughed out – shuddering and lolling her head back when he claimed her lips in a rough kiss, cutting her air supply off completely for a good few seconds, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with each buck of his hips.

The Battleship was helpless before him, her raised left leg resting in his groping hand borderline-limply, He broke off the kiss and stared into her eyes, holding her head back against the wall as he jerked his hips and slammed into her wet heat, her tight walls enveloping his shaft pleasurably and coaxing out a stiff groan from his throat, his dick pulsing against her insides.

''C-Commander...'' She rasped, tongue nearly hanging out of her mouth.

He was about to reply, only to be disturbed as the door next to them creaked open – revealing the curious form of Hornet.

''Sorry, couldn't help but overhear~'' The blonde drawled, unashamedly checking them out. ''Room for a third person?''

''Only if you want it rough.'' The Commander punctuated his words with a thrust, eliciting a cough from Pennsylvania.

Hornet just smirked, saucily wiggling her eyebrows as she stepped into his room, the door shutting behind her. ''I don't mind tusslin', heh.''

The Commander grunted an acknowledgement, uncurling his hand from Pennsylvania's neck and pulling out – his cock escaping her dripping folds with a wet pop. ''Fine by me. Take a seat and watch, I'll get to you when I'm done.''

Hornet snickered and complied, casually going over to his dresser and sitting on the edge of it, unashamedly watching. The Commander didn't mind, lowering Pennsylvania's leg and murmuring for her to turn around, to which the Battleship did with a groan of exertion; one hand coming up to wipe away the saliva on her lips and coughing a little, still getting some air back into her lungs.

Then with a low moan she bent herself over at the waist, shaking her ass at him. The Commander lustfully grabbed her hip, lined himself up with her folds – and slid back into her with minimal resistance. Pennsylvania openly moaned, voice deep and throaty until he grabbed her neck from behind with both hands, applying just enough pressure to make it hard to breathe.

''Mm! Hah!'' Pennsylvania grunted raggedly as he pounded her from behind, his pelvis smacking against her ass hard and fast.

His grip on her throat only grew tighter, his fingers interlocking in front of her throat and pulling back on it slightly, his thumbs pressing down on the back of her neck at the same time. Pennsylvania buckled at that, rasping out a moan when the head of his cock slammed up against her cervix repeatedly, pounding her innermost parts with rapid smacks of flesh.

''Hah, gonna cum.'' He grunted.

From the corner of his eye he caught Hornet moving, and a couple seconds later he found out why – the blonde carrier getting behind him and pressing herself against his back.

''Go on, nut in her~'' Hornet cheekily commented, reaching past his waist and grabbing Pennsylvania's hips, yanking her back towards him. ''I wanna strut my stuff too~''

The Commander groaned, and like a beast in heat he jerked his hips and sheathed himself in Pennsylvania, his cock afire as he scraped her inner walls with it. The Battleship herself could only cough and gasp, spit running down her chin and her mascara a mess as his shaft hammered her cervix like a jack-hammer, his girth pulsing against her clenching walls.

Until Hornet groaned sensually into his ear, and he came undone; shouting in pleasure as he slammed deep into her and blew his load, splattering his heat within her. Pennsylvania cried out, her cry cutting short when he involuntarily choked her out harder than before, cutting her air supply off entirely as he orgasmed inside of her, each pulse of his cock spurting more of his semen into her innermost parts, her inner walls helping squeeze some more of it out until it was profusely leaking out around hsi cock, dripping down between her legs.

And then with a jerk he pulled out, causing Pennsylvania's hips to buckle – and when he let go of her neck she finally collapsed, coughing and groaning as she slid down the wall in a heap.

''Guh... oh... t-that...'' The drunk Battleship could barely form a sentence.

The Commander just gazed at her, panting and shuddering in the aftermath of his own orgasm – when Hornet shifted out from behind him. He eyed her intently, half-tempted to just push her down and take her right then and there, but as if reading his mind Hornet raised a delicate finger and winked.

''Hold on there buster. Take a seat; I've got an idea~''

Needing a quick breather before he went to town on another woman the Commander nodded, meandering over to his bed and sitting down on it. Hornet grinned and left the room, shutting the door behind her – leaving him to stew in the near-silence, Pennsylvania's own panting breaths and rough coughs the only other sound.

The Battleship in question finally regained enough sense to sit up, leaning back against the wall and rubbing her throat with one hand. ''Mm... you weren't kidding about being rough...''

''Hard not to be.'' He commented, eyeing her. He was half-tempted to ravage her a second time.

Pennsylvania noticed and chuckled. ''Easy there. Hornet will get jealous if she comes back to find us going at it again.''

The Commander murmured an agreement. Mercifully he didn't have to wait more than a minute before he heard boots treading up the stairs, alongside a pair of heels – before the door pushed open and Hornet stumbled in, grinning and with Arizona hanging off one arm. The demure Battleship looked even drunker than earlier, her face flushed red and giggles freely escaping her, clearly not far off from passing out entirely.

''Thought we could run with that idea earlier.'' Hornet cheekily said, glancing at Pennsylvania. ''How's a foursome with your sister sound?''

Pennsylvania snorted. ''I wouldn't mind... what about you, Ari?''

Arizona just giggled senselessly. ''Itsh fine~''

The Commander shivered in arousal, eyeing the two newcomers with open arousal. Hornet smirked back, one hand shifting onto Arizona's back and guiding her towards him – holding her shoulders and lowering her down onto her knees. His cock stood at full mast in front of her, mixed fluids dribbling down his cock and drawing Arizona's gaze.

''Suck it.'' Hornet nudged the back of Arizona's head, snickering.

Arizona giggled and complied, shyly smiling up at him as she laid her hands on his thighs and kissed the tip – and the Commander moaned in bliss as her lips slid down his shaft, grazing down it until she reached halfway, pursing her lips then around it. Then with a moan she raised her head back up to the tip, lips sliding over the head before she repeated the motion, her drunkenness making the motions slow but infinitely more pleasurable.

The Commander wanted more than just a slow blow-job however; something that tempted him to hold the back of her head, and then shove her head down. Arizona choked in surprise as it went down her throat, his girth sheathing itself within it tight throat easily. He held her down and she only feebly resisted, wet grunts and ragged choking sounds escaping her as she struggled to breathe.

''Ghk... guh... hk... ghk... g-ghk...!''

Until at last he loosened his hold and allowed Arizona to raise her head, a gasp getting some air back into her lungs – before he pushed her right back down again. Weaving his fingers into her hair the Commander controlled her movements, lifting her head up and pushing it down roughly, leaving it up to Arizona to suck on his cock as it went in-and-out of her mouth.

''Ohh...'' The Commander groaned blissfully. ''Your mouth feels so good...''

''Hey~'' Pennsylvania called out from across the room, smirking even as she laid a hand on her bust, feigning hurt. ''You didn't say that to me. Is that your way of trying to drop a hint?''

''Mm... you were great too...'' He grunted back, shivering as Arizona's wet tongue slid under the tip. ''But Arizona's not done it before, and she's already a natural at it.''

Pennsylvania snorted and let him off the hook, intently watching Arizona as her demure sister gave him head. Hornet on the other hand took a seat next to him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him into a hot kiss, muffling his lustful moan - tempting him to kiss her back, keeping his right hand on Arizona's head as he shoved her down his cock.

Gripping a handful of her hair the Commander shoved her down faster, listening to her chokes quieten and her grunts to become wetter, her tongue limp as it laid under his cock and rubbed against it. His shaft went down her throat with ease and he felt his nerves ignite with lust, the prospect of cumming down her throat equally as tempting as pulling out and making a mess all over her pretty face.

His thoughts were disturbed however as Hornet peeked down, and spoke. ''Uh... I think she passed out.''

The Commander groaned, pushing his palm against Arizona's forehead and brushing her fringe out of the way in the process – lifting her head up until his glistening-wet cock sprung out of her lips, revealing Arizona's eyes to be shut and a dopey smile on her face, completely black-out drunk. She'd passed out while giving him head.

''Think I should just keep going...?'' The Commander mused aloud. He wasn't sure how Arizona would feel waking up with a dick in her mouth though.

''Nah, let her sleep.'' Hornet smirked, shifting over and helping Arizona lay on the bed. ''I've got something else in mind~''

With a cheeky smile the blonde then stood back up – and with a snicker, unbuckled her belt and shove her shorts off. The Commander eyed Hornet with newfound lust, gaze running over the black bikini bottoms she wore in lieu of panties, the carrier kicking her boots off alongside them. And then with a wiggle of her brows she eased herself down onto his lap, laid her hands on his shoulders – and started to grind on his throbbing cock.

''Mn...!'' The Commander grunted; the friction rough and intense.

''Heh. Always wanted to give you a birthday lap dance.'' Hornet commented, leaning in. ''So here ya go~''

The Commander replied by grabbing her waist, helping her roll her hips and kissing her full on the lips, devouring Hornet's lustful moan. She rocked her hips with a sensual flourish, his cock rubbing against her clothed sex erotically. Combined with the hungry lips that meshed with his and made out with him and his cock felt ready to blow, pre-cum glistening along the tip.

Then with a groan Hornet broke off the kiss, flashing him a smirk – and twisted around, grinding her ass on him instead. Hissing in pleasure the Commander put his arms behind himself, a groan soon bubbling up out of his throat as she worked her waist, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks pleasurably.

He tried to hold on, resisting the enthralling heat that crept up his cock, but the sight of Hornet working her hips so expertly left him shuddering with arousal. He'd only ever gotten a couple lap-dances from the others, Lexington chief amongst them, but the sensation was still a novel one; that novelty fuelling the heat that pushed up to the tip of his cock.

''Mn!''

And as Hornet pushed her ass back against him he came undone, hissing in pleasure as he shot a rope of cum up her ass, the rope hitting her lower back with a splat. Hornet cooed, continuing to rock her hips as several more spurts of cum made a mess on her bikini-clad ass, the longer ropes dribbling down her lower back.

''Mm~'' Hornet rocked her hips a few more times before stopping, giggling. ''Like that?''

''Fuck yes.'' The Commander hissed, groping her thighs.

The blonde cowgirl just smirked, lifting herself off his lap - or so she planned to. A squeal escaped Hornet instead as he grabbed her waist and hauled her back onto the bed, throwing her down onto the sheets and getting on top of her within a moment, claiming her lips in a hungry, heated kiss. She moaned into it, shivering as he tucked his fingers into her black bikini bottoms and pulled them down, tempting her to squirm a little so he could peel them off her legs completely, soon throwing them aside; leaving her bottomless in front of him.

''A-Ah, Commander~'' Hornet's voice trembled as he buried his face into her neck, kissing it even as he shifted himself between her legs, one hand on his cock. ''Heh... aggressive tonight, aren't you?''

''I wonder why.'' He growled back, prodding her folds with his cock.

Hornet snickered into his ear, slipping her hands up his shirt and pushing it over his head, leaving him shirtless; allowing the blonde to run her hands over his toned back. The Commander growled at that and leaned over her, one hand supporting his weight whilst his other guided his cock up to her folds, pushed them apart – and with a moan of bliss he slid into her welcoming heat.

''Mn~'' Hornet let out a stiff groan of pleasure, satisfaction fluttering across her face as she stretched her arms above her head.

The Commander relished the expression, planting his hands on either side of her - and with a strong buck of his hips he went to town on her. His pelvis slapped against hers and his whole length slid into her, the slight angle it went in at causing him to groan with rough, borderline feral lust, jerking his hips and slamming it in the last few inches.

Hornet responded with a hot moan, one hand grasping his shoulder whilst her other cupped the back of his head, pulling him down into a messy kiss. The Commander readily melted into the kiss, biting her bottom lip and making Hornet shudder beneath him, her thighs rubbing his hips as he fucked her raw.

''Mmph! Mm!'' Hornet raked her nails down his back, smirking when it made him groan. ''Y-Yeah... like that~?''

A hand slid down and smacked her thigh in response, the slap eliciting a cute yelp out of Hornet - one that was summarily devoured in a kiss, melting it down into a horny groan. His hand rubbed the spot better before sliding up her body, tickling her hip and sides before pushing up her bikini top, groping her plump, heaving breast and squishing it beneath his groping fingers.

Tilting her head to the side Hornet broke off the kiss, panting as she fumbled beneath her back and untied her bikini top, peeling it off. The moment it was out of the way the Commander grabbed both her tits with greedy hands; squeezing and pushing them together in a fit of lust, his thumbs finding her pinkish nipples and flicking them about. Hornet endured his roughish touch with a breathy smile, eyes locked onto his as he pumped into her.

Until Hornet suddenly wrapped her legs around him, and rolled them over.

''Mm!'' Hornet planted her hands on either side of him, grinning down at him as she was left straddling his chest; both his hands still holding her breasts. ''My turn~''

With a teasing wink the blonde carrier leaned more upright, lifting her hips - and dropped herself back down with a sexy groan. Putting her hands behind herself on his knees she bucked her hips up only to slap herself down with equal vigour, his cock disappearing between her slick folds and hitting her innermost parts. The Commander shuddered at the sight, his hands releasing her breasts and holding her thighs instead, helping her bounce on his pulsating cock.

And as the heat within his cock grew he couldn't resist himself; grunting as he bucked his hips up. Hornet threw her head back and moaned, her hips rolling more than they bounced, stirring his cock around her clenching walls. In response he went for her clit, his thumb finding the little nub and furiously rubbing it even as he bucked his hips, slamming his cock into her tightening sex.

''M-Mm!'' Hornet buckled. ''Hah, if you do that...!''

A grunt escaped him, he spanked her ass and groped it, hissing - and at last he came, blowing his load in Hornet. The blonde buckled and threw her head back, moaning deeply as his seed splattered inside her quivering sex and rolling her hips furiously back-and-forth, riding him to her own orgasm and cumming on his cock with a visible shudder.

The Commander dug his hands into her waist, groaning as Hornet gradually slowed down – until eventually Hornet slowed to a stop, panting.

''Mm...'' She twitched as his cum dribbles out around his cock. ''Heh... not bad...''

Pennsylvania climbed onto the bed behind Hornet, smirking down at him from over the blonde's shoulder. ''I hope you aren't done yet, Commander.''

He most certainly wasn't, as the two swiftly found out.

[END]


A/N: Credit to ZXSpectrum's Z23 lewd for the Unconscious Blow-Job idea; tis a saucy one indeed~