“Damn, Ben, but you feel so good. As always,” said Nora, gasping out her pleasure. She had always loved sex, from the time she lost her cherry at age twelve to the fourteen year old next door. In school she had gotten the reputation as a slut, having sex with everyone who caught her fancy, which was most of the boys and some of the girls in her school. Jocks, nerds, teachers, you name it. If they looked good, had more brains than a rock and were willing to fuck, she would give them a go. Of course, unlike most of the other easy girls in her school, she had been an honor student. She had a very good brain, and she was willing to use it to get ahead. She also had a great body, a tall slender form that never grew into what most girls thought of as ideal.

 

“And you feel marvelous, as always, babe,” gasped Ben as he worked his cock in and out of Nora’s wet pussy. The lights were hot, as usual, and both participants were covered in a sheen of sweat. That enhanced their image to the audience, who crowded around the stage and tossed money to the couple.

 

Nora had never prostituted before college. Sex was something to be enjoyed, and enjoy it she did. With other students, with attractive older men, even with some women who introduced her to the pleasures of girl girl. If it felt good she was into it. What she wasn’t into was sadomasochism. Men who slapped her around or tried to restrain her got a kick in the nuts for their trouble. In college she had found that she needed money. A great deal of money for books and tuition, as well as room and board. Her parents were not rich, and with the passing of her beloved grandfather Nolan much of the financial support dried up. Waitressing sometimes brought in good money. Sometimes not. One of her roommates, Penny, had introduced her to stripping, and for a good looking girl like Nora the tips were always good.

 

Ben was really pounding it into her now and she felt an orgasm growing, a tingling in her toes that soon moved up to her clit. The customers really liked to see a responsive woman on stage, and Nora had always been more responsive than most. She locked the man in with her thighs, her hands on his buttocks, pulling him in with the rhythm she liked.

 

“Fuck the hell out of that bitch,” called someone from one of the closer tables.

 

If you’re lucky you’ll get to fuck the hell out of me too, she thought, a slight smile on her face that soon dissolved into an expression of lust and ecstasy. Many of the girls faked their pleasure, with their partner on stage as well as the customers in the VIP room. Nora didn’t have to fake it. Unless the man was a total loser who knew nothing about sex she was going to get off. Better with some than others, but an orgasm was an orgasm. The more she had the better life treated her.

 

She normally made a couple of thousand a night dancing and performing sex shows at the Kit Kat Club, a mile way from Boston College, where she was studying Pre-law. Four nights a week were enough to keep her going. And then there was the extra she made in the VIP room. She was hoping to eventually doing some porn shoots. She had the kind of body, the kind of looks, that men loved. Most women told themselves that men wanted big tits, voluptuous bodies and blond hair. Nora Jane, as her grandad was wont to call her, was tall and athletic, as befit the woman who had been the second-best player on the perennial second best soccer squad in college. With raven black hair and striking blue eyes unlike any she had ever seen on anyone else, her B cup breasts stood high and proud on her chest. Her dance lessons and martial arts training had added more flat muscle to her body, and with it a grace that most strippers couldn’t match.

 

Ben’s dick started to expand, and Nora reached down to gently play with his balls in their soft sack. Men liked creampies, to watch others do it, to cum in a woman themselves. That was what they were programed by genetics to want, and Nora didn’t mind giving it to them. After all, she was on a Medtech multi-spectrum pill that prevented pregnancy while protecting against any known viral or bacterial infection, and many that were unknown. So she gasped out her pleasure as Ben’s cock started to contract and expand, sending spurt after rhythmic spurt into her tight pussy. They lay together for a minute on stage, the man’s dick softening in her pussy, then slipping out. He was up on his feet, waving to the mostly male crowd and walking off the stage. The rest of this show was Nora’s, and she got eagerly to her feet to finish.

 

Hoisting herself up on the pole, she spread her legs as she rotated around it, exposing her freshly fucked pussy and the semen leaking from it. She then went into a routine, spinning on the pole, going up down and around, while the enraptured crowd watched her every move. At the end she landed on the stage in a split, showing off her pussy as she wiped back her sweat streaked hair.

 

“I have a trio lined up for you to start off the night,” said Sid, the manager of the club. Nora was almost always cooperative with his matches, unlike many of the other girls. One cock, two, even three. It made no difference to the future lawyer. As long as it aroused her and she got paid, it was all good. She avoided overindulging in alcohol, and most drugs, since she needed her wits about her in school. Fucking was fine, and her smile and head nod let Sid know that she was okay with the arrangements.

 

She led the three gentlemen, all middle aged but fit businessmen, back into the VIP room. The room was set up with drinks and food, as well as a bath and shower. “You gentlemen prefer me clean, or will you take me dirty?”

 

“Dirty is fine,” said the oldest of the trio, clearly in charge. “We’re all on Med-tech, as I assume you are. And we’re going to be all cumming in you tonight, so there’s no need to do anything special.”

 

This was how Nora liked it. Men who wanted to get off, and were okay with thrusting into an orifice lubricated by the semen of another man. She was already naked, so she started into a lap dance routine, flaunting her wares in front of the hungry men. Soon she was down on her knees an one of the cushions, her head bobbing up and down on one hardening cock while her soft hands stroked the others. She liked threesomes. It took less time to get three off than it did three singles, and it paid a bonus. She had been thinking about doing a gangbang, something she had never tried. Maybe before she entered law school. A last fling before becoming responsible.

 

All of the men got to try out all of her holes, pussy, ass and mouth. All got to come in her once before they moved on to the main act. The boss was in her ass, she having mounted him in a reverse cowgirl, while the best looking was fucking her pussy. The third was sliding his dick into her mouth. It was called Airtight, all of her orifices filled with cock, and she loved it. After a couple of hours all of the men were spent, and each gave her a kiss before leaving the room. The boss gave her a large tip, over and above what the club was going to give her.

 

“Look, miss. We’re having a party in about a week. A private affair. And I would like you to be the guest of honor.”

 

Nora needed no explanation. Guest of Honor was the term used to denote the girl who was to be the center of a gangbang. The idea intrigued her. “How many?”

 

“Probably ten, but no more than a dozen. I think you’ll enjoy it, and the money will be really good.”

 

“You’re on,” said a smiling Nora, passing along her phone number to the businessman. “As long as it doesn’t interfere with school.”

 

“We can work around your classes,” said the man, taking the sheet of paper with Nora’s number.

 

“Mr. Whispers would like to meet with you tomorrow, Nora Jane,” said Sid. “Something about a photo shoot. And maybe some vids. Pays really well.”

 

When her grandfather was still alive she would have nixed that idea out of hand, lest he find some mention of her in a vid store or in a magazine. With him gone she really didn’t give a shit if anyone else found out. She had already been kicked out of ROTC when they found out how she was making her money. That still angered her. Hell, she had been willing to serve her country. Had already been to jump school and graduated, one of the few females to do so. Dropped out of Ranger School halfway through her second summer camp. That was not unusual, since more than half the guys didn’t make it all the way. In her case it was the common female problem of lack of upper body strength. She could run them into the ground, sneak through the night with the best of them, but when it came to hauling heavy objects she was found wanting. Still, she had consistently outshot the guys on the range, thanks to her Grandads training.

 

“Morally you are not the kind of woman that Uncle Sam wants serving in his Army,” had said Colonel Sparks, the head ROTC instructor at Boston College.

 

“Oh, come on, Colonel Sparks,” she had replied, glaring at the man. “I’m a better soldier and leader than most of the boys you have in training. I realize that I’m not ideal for one of the combat branches since I don’t have a dick swinging between my legs, but I’m a whole hell of a lot brighter than anyone in my classes here.”

 

“Sorry, but the Army doesn’t want whores. We have enough of them setting up outside our bases to invite them into our ranks.”

 

And so a possible tour of duty as an Army officer had evaporated. She was disappointed, but after some thought determined that it was their loss. So she concentrated on her studies, and her dancing at the club and performing sex acts for and with the patrons. It was a good life as far as she was concerned.

 

*     *     *

 

Tommy Whispers looked like a favorite uncle, and not the man that polite society dubbed the King of Sleaze. He smiled and gestured Nora to a seat in his office, offering her a drink that she refused, along with some cocaine which she also turned down.

 

“Want to keep a clear head,” said the man from behind his desk. “I respect that. As long as you can perform.”

 

“So what’s the job?” she asked, fairly sure she already knew what he had in mind.

 

An hour later Nora was lying naked on a bed, a large black cock thrust partially into her pussy while a photographer snapped pictures. The director, a woman of all things, told them what positions to get into, making sure they were exposed to the camera. It was a photoshoot, at first, fodder for one on Tommy’s adult magazines. When they had gotten enough shots they would start shooting the vid. Nora had felt just a bit anxious at first, but had calmed down with the thought that this was really no different than performing sex in the club. The good-looking black man, with an impressive cock, was obviously a professional, able to get his dick up and keep it up. At times he softened, and Nora blew him back into a full erection while the cameras continued to snap.

 

“Beautiful, darlings,” said Jennifer, the director. “You’re making me wet just watching you.”

 

“Look at that pussy,” said the man snapping the pictures. “She’s a gusher.”

 

Nora knew that she was giving them what they wanted, the shots of a partially completed sex act featuring a highly aroused couple. Most of the shots were shallow, letting the viewer see the sex organs to their best advantage, though they finally transitioned into some deep pictures, her lover fully inside her. They held those positions for minutes, and Nora felt herself getting hornier than ever.

 

“Can we move on to the next part,” said the woman, closing her eyes for a moment. “I really want to get fucked.”

 

Jennifer laughed, then motioned the vid camera forward. “Give us a good show, darlings.”

 

Nora and her lover did. He fucked her every which way, stretching her out and hitting all her hot spots. She was soon moaning her passion as the man pounded it into her, until she was screaming. Orgasms started coming, fast and frequent. The man was obviously a pro, able to fuck for an hour non-stop while holding back, and Nora was very appreciative of his efforts. Finally he could hold back no more and shot an impressive load into Nora’s pussy in a series of rhythmic spurts. He lay with her for some minutes as the stills camera worked the scene, then pulled out, his semen flowing onto the sheets, letting them get some shots of a beautiful creampie.

 

“That was beautiful, Nora. And you were really Cuming, weren’t you?”

 

“I was. That was wild. So, when can we do this again?”

 

“Soon. Let me see how well your performance sells, and we’ll get you back in here.”

 

*     *     *

 

Nora graduated at the top of her class and aced the Law School Entrance Exam. She was as well off as any law students who weren’t being put through school by mommy and daddy. Better actually. Her parents found out about her career in porn, and suddenly she was no longer welcome around them. Even though Boston College was a Catholic Institution it didn’t seem to bother the administration at all. As long as she paid tuition and performed well in her classes they were golden. A lot of her classmates were angling toward corporate law, where they could make a fortune in a secure position. Nora wanted to practice criminal law, defending those who couldn’t afford to get the kind of representation that would keep them out of prison. Most were thrown into the pool of future convicts, defended by the worst of the new lawyers, without a hope. Nora wanted to give some of them an out, so she concentrated on those.

 

And she met a young Engineering student named Nate, who was in graduate courses when he wasn’t serving with his Guard unit. Handsome, soft spoken, a leader of men and an expert on power armor, he fascinated Nora from the start. They started dating just prior to her graduation, and the woman ended her career as a dancer and sex star, not sure if Nate would accept that lifestyle from a wife.

 

They fell head over heels with each other, and Nora accepted a commission with the United States Navy as a Judge Advocate. A Lawyer. Not the most lucrative position, but it came with a commission as an Ensign and respectability. The Navy never probed into Nora’s past, her severing of ties with the Army. Budgets were tight, with most of the money going to the ground combat forces, and the Fleet was simply happy to get a competent officer. A year later she and Nate were married, and soon after he went on the first of many overseas deployments to stand up to the Chinese. He saw combat, and came back from each one changed a bit. Still kind and loving with her, but different with everyone else. Angry, on edge.

 

Then came the offer that changed her own military career.

 

“I want to talk to you, Lieutenant, about the possibility of transferring into another branch of the Fleet.”

 

“I've always wanted to be a lawyer, sir,” she told the Captain, the naval equivalent of a full Colonel.

 

“You tested high on the pilot screening test,” said the officer, ignoring her protest. “Very high. As good as anyone we have seen in quite some time. Your perceptive abilities are top notch, as were your reflexes and hand eye coordination. It was suggested that you might want to become an aviator.”

 

“I always wanted to be a lawyer,” she started to say again when it hit her. Naval Aviator. The cream of the Fleet, flying missions in the gathering clouds of war.

 

“I can see that got through to you,” said the laughing officer. “We would like you to report to Pensacola for preliminary pilot training. It’s voluntary, of course. But I think you would be a good fit for aviation.”

 

Aviation, Navy, Air Force or Army, was one of the few specialties open to women for combat. And, as the captain had said, it was a glamor position. “Sign me up,” she said, and her life changed once again.

 

Pensacola was in full swing on her arrival, as the largest classes ever tried to churn out the pilots the Fleet needed. The Academy graduates ran the show, looking down on those who had received commissions through a different route. Especially one who had entered the Navy as a Lawyer. Nora ignored most of their invective, choosing to let her performance do the work for her. She graduated near the top of her class in basic pilot training. Afterwards she attended Escape and Evasion Training in Hawaii, learning how to use the jungle to her advantage in the event that she was shot down over enemy lines. Most of the men in her class dismissed the ability of any woman to survive in the hot jungles of the Pacific. Nora proved them wrong, out shooting any of the misogynists, then running them into the ground on the obstacle courses. She stayed faithful to Nate the entire time, mostly, thinking that she was about to go crazy without sex. The temptations were around her, but a little time in her quarters with a vibrator gave her enough satisfaction to get by.

 

She found she actually got along better with the Marines on the base than the sailors. The Marines were more down to Earth, respecting her abilities despite the fact that she didn’t have a dick swinging between her legs. She drank and partied at their bars. Once a little too much, as she woke in shame in the bed of a major who had seduced her while her defenses were low. He was good looking, and knew what he was doing in bed, and Nora considered that since she had been unfaithful to Nate with him, she might as well continue. Nate would never have to find out, and once they were together all would be well.

 

Nora found herself assigned to a fighter/attack squadron, training in the new Stingray Deluxe. She cross trained on vertibirds, always in demand as a fallback. But the ground support version of the Stingray was her vehicle of choice.  Flying missions in support of Marines, she took on the Chinese in Korea, splashing an even dozen of their antiquated fighters and saving a lot of Marines who needed fast and accurate firepower delivered when and where needed. She also learned about the effectiveness of ground defense lasers, losing three fighters and almost her life. Once she was forced down behind enemy lines, and it was an extremely near thing getting back to her own people.

 

She recalled the chilly voice of the cockpit computer informing her that the enemy was locking on, as she pushed the aircraft to its limits and tried to evade. Gee forces crushed her into the couch, and she thought that against missiles or guns she could have gotten away. A laser had no flight time, and it hit what it was pointing at when fired. The engines flared, she hit the eject, and was coming down in unfriendly territory. That was when she killed her first man at close range, a pistol shot that took the surprised Chinese soldier through the forehead. There was no more fighting as she crept back to her lines. And she learned how to avoid the attentions of the lasers by flying low and fast.

 

Finally, at the beginning of 2076, she was home on leave at the same time as Nate. They picnicked at the park in Concord, and one thing led to another. She was sure she was fertile, she wasn’t on the pill, and Nate impregnated her under the stars that night.

 

“I’m going to have this baby,” she told her husband after confirming the pregnancy.

 

“What about your Navy Career?” asked a concerned Nate. “What are they going to say?”

 

Nora understood where he was coming from. The Navy had put a lot of time and effort into her, but dammit, she wanted to have Nate’s baby. They could just give her maternity leave or face the wrath of her Congresswoman. Unfortunately, Nate couldn’t piggyback on her leave, and he was due to ship out to Anchorage in a couple of weeks.

 

The pilot spent many an anxious evening following the news from Anchorage. Things were tense, the Chinese throwing everything they had at the Americans. Nate was in command of a company of power armor. He was as well protected as anyone could be, which didn’t mean he was invulnerable by any means. The battle ebbed and flowed, and Nora spent many a sleepless night worried that her husband, the father of her child, would become radioactive ash in the fight. And meanwhile she got closer to her delivery date. She gave birth to a seven-pound six-ounce boy two weeks before Nate came home. Shaun, the focus of her life. Nate was a changed man this time, silent and taciturn, and she worked hard to pull him out of himself so he could become a father to their baby. She had a year of maternity leave remaining. Her Congresswoman had agreed to work on getting her commission resigned, but that wasn’t a guarantee with another war on the horizon. Nate resigned his commission so he could stay with her and the baby, and it was looking like they could finally have a normal life.