(Originally posted as a $3/story exclusive to my Patreon on October 7, 2016.)

Ever since Ensign Peterson had come back from that away mission, he’d
been… more interesting. When he talked, something in his voice made
Lieutenant Cunningham realize what an important member of her team–the
third-shift xenobiologists–he was. She’d never realized before just how
good his ideas were.

Like when he’d told her to start shaving her pussy. She’d never seen a reason to do more than trim it occasionally, but when he explained the hygiene benefits, it made total sense. And of course when he told her a few minutes ago that she should show it to him, to confirm that she’d done it, that made sense too, and off came her skirt.

Then he told her that, as long as she was showing him her pussy, she should show him her breasts, too, and that made sense as well, so she hiked up her uniform tunic and let him see.

Now he was explaining that it didn’t make sense for her to be showing him her body like this unless she was attracted to him, and she realized that she was. In fact, he was right, she wanted him desperately. “But…” she said sadly, “we can’t. God, I want you so much, but I’m your direct superior, it’s against regs!”

He smiled. “But if you’re not responsible for your actions, it’s okay, isn’t it?” He took a step toward her. “If the harmonics in my voice, altered by the kryonite gas I accidentally inhaled on that planet, made everything I say sound appealing and clever, so that you had no choice but to accept it, you wouldn’t have a choice, would you? No one could blame you.”

“That’s… that’s true…” she admitted. He was so close now, standing between her spread legs, almost touching her. She was so wet, it was so hard to think…

“So surrender,” he said. “Simply obey, and the regs won’t matter anymore…”

And that made sense too.

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Model: Penny Pax

Source: Hustler