Whorespace with Diana Allers

 

Diana's high heels clicked sensually against the metallic as she entered the Normandy's War Room. As she made her way to the holo-table Commander Shepard co-ordinated the war effort from, one or two of the room's inhabitants gave the depraved reporter a knowing, hungry look. Including one Primarch Adrien Victus. The others would know soon enough

 

She'd already had the pleasure of... meeting the high ranking turian not long after he'd came aboard, and frankly, she was still sore. The day that, or anything, stopped her from fucking would be the day she joined some Old Earth convent, however. If there were still convents left standing on Earth.

 

Wasting no time, Diana pulled up her dress, let the the garment fall to the floor in a heap, dropped her panties and then clambered up onto the table. It could easily support the promiscuous woman's weight, and more, for which she was grateful. Having to explain to Shepard that it had been put out of commission during an incredibly fuck-session would have been awkward. Not to mention, being responsible for it would jeopardize her position on the Normandy, and when she was getting this much cock, she couldn't bear to leave.

 

Sinking low, Diana began dancing, using moves cobbled together from furtive glances at asari strippers during her time on the Citadel, torrid hours browsing the extranet, and the depths of her own imagination.

 

Victus, as cool as ever, took in the show from inches away, while the four Alliance comm operatives in the room freaked out and abandoned their stations to watch.

 

“Like what you see, boys?” Diana asked, giving her ample tits a jiggle for them. The unanimous answer seemed to be yes, judging from the four humans' slack jawed expressions, and the bulges showing in their pants. Even Victus, while remaining more composed, was noticeable hard.

 

“She doesn't just dance, either, men.” The Primarch informed them, too their delight.

 

“He's right.” Diana said, spinning away from them, raising her ass up and sensuously shaking it for the lucky crew members.

 

“You all work so hard, but you get a fraction of the recognition Shepard's combat squad get.” Diana said, turning to face them. “But does that stop you working? No. I can't see such... hardworking men go totally unrewarded. So you get me.” Diana said, practically purring. In reality, her motives weren't as pure as she said, but did it matter, if she got nearly half a dozen cocks inside her in one sitting? Diana didn't have to think long to determine the answer.

 

Swinging her legs over the edge of the table, Diana pulled Victus closer. Unbuttoning his trousers, she reached into his pocket, pulling out one of the condoms she'd given him after their first encounter.

 

“Just a precaution.” She told him. “I'm not so worried about you levo-amino hunks.” She said, nodding at the four humans, who were already huddled around the holo-table.

 

“Primarch Victus works as hard as any of us, leading the turians.” Diana said, pulling him up onto the table. “I'd say he deserves something for his efforts, too.” Tearing the condom's wrapper open with her teeth, Diana eagerly slipped it onto the turian leader's thick, hard cock.

 

Diana turned one last time, until she and Victus were both facing the other men, Victus on his back, his cock standing fiercely, with Diana in front of him. She hoisted her hind quarters up, then lowered herself onto Victus, letting him take her up the ass. She made sure to lock eyes with each of the humans in turn as the alien's member spread her ass cheeks apart.

 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She asked them.

 

One by one, the four crewmen dropped their pants, giving the slutty reporter a veritable feast of cock. She was practically drooling as she ground her ass against Victus' long cock.

 

The closest comm operative, a powerfully built black guy, charged forwards, claiming Diana's pussy for his own. He let out an appreciative grunt as the brunette's tight passage gripped his cock, like she was tailor made for him.

 

“I... get that a lot.” Allers panted, as Victus and the Alliance guy, Jones, she was sure his name was, pounded both her holes.

 

Taking Jones' strong hands, she let them trail up her flat stomach, until they cupped her generous mounds of titflesh.

“You like them? They're yours! Play with them, punish them, do whatever you want, big boy, because-” Diana's sentence was cut off by a second Alliance grunt clambering onto the holo-table and stuffing her mouth full of his cock.

 

It was about the only thing that could shut the reporter up, and after laughing at the crewman's initiative, she got to work, sucking him in earnest. He even seized her by the hair, giving her a skullfuck while his compatriots satisfied her other holes.

 

Her arms outstretched, Diana eventually felt the cocks of the two men who hadn't been lucky enough to claim a hole placed in the palms of her hands. Wrapping her fingers around their members, Diana got to work, jerking them both off, with the intention of giving them her full attention as soon as she was free too.

 

With so much attention being paid to her, it wasn't long before Diana shuddered with her first orgasm. Jones was murdering her clit with that powerful prick of his, the guy in her mouth, whose name escaped her, threatened to tear her throat apart with his thrusts, and Victus was keeping up with humans half his age, giving her asshole a pounding that would make any turian military attack seem gentle.

 

No man seemed that eager to stop, or to be the first man to cum, but ultimately, the guy in Diana's mouth shot his load first. He erupted down her throat, spurt after spurt of the finest semen the Alliance had to offer. Her eyes were watering. He was pulling her hair so hard, keeping her mouth wrapped around the very bottom of his shaft, whether she wanted to breathe or not. Diana cleaned him off with a brief flick of her tongue, ensuring the only place his cum would be was her gut. He finally pulled out of Allers' mouth, giving her time to breathe, and she placed a parting kiss on the purple head of his shaft before he clambered off the table.

 

After that, the guy she was stroking with her right hand was next. Groaning, he shot a big messy load, all over Diana's chest and lower face. Seeing the cumshot seemed to entice the other man, and he picked up his pace, actively fucking her left hand until he too exploded, splattering the slut's chin, jaw and lips.

 

With her mouth free, Diana let her tongue loll out, gathering as much cum from around her mouth as she could. Eagerly, she swallowed it down, as a second wave of orgasm crashed down on her.

 

It was two on one now. The distinguished turian, and the human stud. Diana honestly couldn't decide which she preferred. Though, perhaps that was the point of arrangements like hers. All she knew was that she was trying to grind herself against both cocks equally hard.

 

It seemed to go on for ages, and if Diana wasn't too busy getting fucked senseless, she might've suspected the old Shanxi rivalry was flaring up, but ultimately Jones lasted longer. Primarch Victus finally came, filling his condom with his potentially-harmful-to-humans cum. He still remained inside Allers until Jones came. The human seemed to be enjoying fucking Diana solo tremendously, he was practically showboating, like she was his victory lap.

 

Jones released, shooting her needy pussy full of cum for what was far from the first time that day.

 

The two men withdrew from the table to recuperate, leaving Diana alone, in a heap, and leaking cum onto the table's holographic interface. She smiled to herself. She felt like just taking a nap on the holo-table, but eventually found the strength to pull herself off.

 

The metal floor of the starship was cool against her hot body, and Allers began crawling towards Victus. The Primarch was sitting on a crate, the condom still on his flaccid cock, trying to recuperate.

 

“Let me clean you up.” The whore smiled. Slipping the condom off his cock, Diana emptied it into her mouth, before using her tongue to clean up the remnants of jizz on his cock.

 

“Careful-” He began.

 

“Don't worry, I won't, uh... ingest.” Allers said, her voice somewhat muffled by turian cum. Sloshing it around for a moment in her mouth, Allers eventually spat the entire load onto her hand, wiping it off on her tanned stomach.

 

Moving on, she crawled over to Jones, slipping his cock into her mouth, cleaning it off. It was her thing, and guys seemed to appreciate it.

 

“You did good, quarterback.” Allers winked.

“Anytime, cheerleader.” He shot back, slapping her hot ass.

 

“I'll hold you to that.” She said, continuing on.

 

Reaching the guy who'd fucked her mouth, a skinny fucker with messy brown hair and eyes the same colour by the name of Samuels, Allers cleaned him off quickly. Diana was about to move on, when once again, he seized her by the hair and brought her face in front of his cock.

 

“You're hard again?” Diana beamed. “What the hell, I don't have much else to do.” And with that, she submitted to his ministrations again, sucking and blowing his cock while he pulled her hair. Eventually, her erupted again, giving her gullet another tasty treat. Pulling out with a gasp, Diana moved on quickly, lest he get hard again.

 

Reaching the last two guys, Diana stood.

 

“Hey, boys, I know you got the short end of the stick, only getting my hands and all, so why don't you head down to Engineering in an hour or so. I can... interview you both more thoroughly then.”

 

“But first, I've gotta take a shower.” She said, patting her cum drenched body.

 

Diana bent over to gather her dress and panties, slipping them back onto her sweaty body. She turned to leave, before noticing the small pool of cum she'd left on the holo-table.

 

“Better clean up after myself. There is a war on, after all” Allers smirked.

 

Bending over the table, Diana pressed her face to it and began licking, slurping up every last string of cum. As she rose, satisfied with her work, she noticed all five men were watching her, obviously turned on.

“You guys sure know how to show a girl a good time.” She thanked them. “I'll be in touch.” Blowing them a kiss, Diana Allers sauntered out of the War Room, fully aware every pair of eyes in the room were focused squarely on her swaying ass.