Roberta, Molly and Ed

Edward knew that everything Roberta said was true. "I like to pick my sexual partners."

Roberta looked at him hard. "You don't like people of color?"

Edward realized he had come close to a line. "No, that's not it. I've sucked and been fucked by black men before." He looked at Molly. "Although you're by first ... ... what are you?"

Molly's raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean, what am I?"

"I mean are you Vietnamese, Chinese, Vietnamese, something other?"

"I'm Vietnamese, if you must know. You have a problem with that?"

"No, it's just that there are differences between Asians, culturally, physically, I assume sexually. I don't lump you all together. It's just that I haven't had any opportunities with Asians."

"With that attitude I understand why," Molly pouted.

"You still want to fuck him, Molly?" Roberta asked.

"Oh, hell yes! I'm gonna give him that opportunity! Bedroom, flyboy!"

Cromartie hesitated. Blisson was his superior, Wynn his subordinate. He didn't like being given an order by her.

"Lt. Commander Edward Cromartie," Roberta said sternly, standing. "I hereby order you to repair to your bedroom, lay on your back on the bed therein, and receive in your asshole Lt. Molly Wynn's dick, until she is satisfied."

Cromartie glared at Blisson, who glared back, fondling her cock. He crossed his arms defiantly. "And what if I refuse?"

"Then we'll rape you." she said matter-of-factly. Cromartie stared at Roberta, then Molly. "We may be transgendered, Eddy boy, but we're still male. And we're sailors, too. You can struggle all you want, but in the end, we're going to be in your end." Molly and Roberta giggled at this. "And we'll have to report you to the Admiral."

This last threat decided the issue. Cromartie turned and marched into the bedroom. Roberta and Molly looked at each other triumphantly, then followed. Inside the bedroom, Cromartie was laying on his back, legs splayed, cock soft. Molly started to move toward him, but Roberta was not happy.