An adult stories – Crossing Boundaries: A Sexual Tangle by Nic_Chorier,Nic_Chorier A note to the reader.
Throughout my teens and adult life, I have been a ferocious reader of fantasy and sci-fi. It never occurred to me I might have an idea or two to put to paper.
Now retired and looking for a hobby, I went back to school to learn what I should have learned the first go around in my early highschool days, grammar.
What I haven’t succeeded in yet is dialoguing and the art of not making multiple characters sound the same.
This is an older “thriller” class project revamped for the erotica aspect.
Feel free to leave any positive or negative comments. I’m here to improve.
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I was relishing the moist, sloppy suction associated with receiving a blow job. As she skillfully worked her mouth on my erection, occasionally reaching the back of her throat, her fingers sensually massaged my balls. The vixen in my lap then took her firm, textured tongue, sliding it up from my scrotum slowly along the underbelly to flick the frenulum back and forth with the tip. The wet slurping noise coming from my companion seemed loud within the confines of the vehicle.
As her fingers of the other hand are not fully encircling the base of my cock, it is enough to squeeze, trapping the blood flow causing the veins of my manhood to pop out. My partner had me edging ever closer to a satisfied eruption, not making it easy to concentrate on the task at hand as I gripped the steering wheel of the SUV, knuckles turning white.
“Fuck Lin-linda. You need to stop. I can’t see straight.”
In that instant. The timing was unimaginable. The radio chirped, cutting me off in mid thought. A voice on the other end came through the speakers of the vehicle, causing both of us to be jolted. “Mobile one, any activity?”
We did not lose the absurdness of that question between us as I laughed, causing my swollen cock to bounce around in the mouth of my partner. “Mobile one. We need an update.”
Suddenly, Linda sat up and released the flesh toy from her mouth. Strands of saliva connected us as she grabbed the mic and pressed the transmission button. Pausing momentarily for the audible chirping of the encryption before answering.
“Command, mobile one, it is quiet at our end. We’ve had no traffic.”
“Roger, continue your observation.”
Linda threw the mic down with a smile on her face, then giggled while taking a moment to clean the saliva from the corner of her mouth and chin. “I bet the asshole did that on purpose.”
“I hope not. That means he knows about us, and knows we are violating several company HR policies and right now, I’m kinda liking this gig.”
I cracked the window to let the vehicle’s cabin air out, the aroma our combined sexual arousal had overcome the rental’s new car smell. As I turned in the driver’s seat, I watched Linda pulling her raven black hair tight while redoing her ponytail. It had come loose while grabbing it while she worked her mouth along my cock. Shifting my focus back to my once proud member, which had diminished to the extent that I could tuck it back into my jeans, still damp from the plentiful amount of saliva. Getting the mixture of my pre-cum and her slobber on my hand, I teasingly reached over to wipe it off on Linda’s pant leg.
Slapping my hand away, “dickhead.” She said. “I guess I’m finished playing with your joystick?”
“Yeah, Jackson kinda put the fire out. It’s alright just that much more to do to you later once this shift has ended.”
Linda raised up out of the seat, attempting to pull her tight jeans down out of her crouch. “Promises, promises. I’ve been leaking because I’m turned on so badly, and it has given me swamp ass. Not to mention, I am also sore.”
While I continued to gaze at Linda as she straightened herself up, it suddenly struck me how impressive her profile appeared in the dim lighting from the street lights filtering through the windshield. Loose strands of her hair hooked behind the ear. Turning back towards me, her blue eyes unnaturally bright.
“What? Do I still have shit on my face?” Using the back of her hand to brush across her mouth.
Leaning over, I cradled my hand on the back of her neck, softly guiding her towards me, and pressed a kiss onto her lips, experiencing the salty essence of our embrace. She didn’t resist, her own passion matching my intensity. Breaking the kiss, pulling back to look at her, still trying to understand why Linda could bring out the most primal part of me. Something I normally have excellent control over.
“No, just admiring the different parts of you.”
“Ah, you’re going to make me all ruddy in the face.”
We had settled in for our last hour of our shift, barely managing to keep our hands off each other and conversation light, when the radio came alive again. “Mobile one, this is mobile two. We have eyes on the residence if you two want to head back to the house.”
The ‘house’ meaning a high end hotel the company had provided for the team to operate out of this past week.
“Two Roger, thanks, nothing to pass on. The property has been dark, and street traffic light. Thermals haven’t picked up any signature either.” Linda said.
“One, this is command.” Jackson
said inserting himself into the conversation.
“Send it.”
“Team meeting at zero nine thirty. Be sure to show up bright eyed and bushy tail.”
“Wilco.”
I pushed the ignition button, listening as the engine turned over. I put it in gear and eased out slowly onto an empty street, only turning on the headlights several meters down the street. We haven’t gone a block when Linda scooted over and began unbuttoning my jeans again, set on finishing the job she started.
Grinning devilishly from my lap. “No matter how hard I try, I cannot understand what it is about this thing in your pants that turns me into a wanton slut.”
During the train up, Linda and I were introduced by the company to the newly formed group as their sniper team. Since I was new to the PM contracting world, I had no reputation to rely on, which meant I had to prove my skill set. They assigned Linda to evaluate my abilities. We had spent a week at a known distance range dialing our rifles in taking turns spotting for each other. A way to put me through my paces to evaluate how I could handle a given scenario. Linda had already established her reputation with the company. Many on the team had already worked with her and trusted her capabilities. With a background rooted in Olympic shooting, she honed her long distance skills by accompanying her father on hunting trips across different mountain tops, where he operated a hunting guide service. A revealing story she had retold during one of our long nights of surveillance. An offer to enter the world of private contracting lured her away after a short stretch on a big city SWAT team.
Upon finishing my fourth deployment to Afghanistan, I made the choice to not reenlist, as my last kill as a sniper was a jihadi we observed while he was planting roadside IEDs. Opting to hit the books and go back to college. A friend found me six months later nursing a beer and a spread of textbooks at an off campus bar, so a few more rounds on his dime convinced me to try the more lucrative civilized playground for out of work military types. Ultimately finding myself once again positioned behind a scope, this time experiencing the delight of hearing my teammate’s alluring voice guide my shots. Neither of us expected, let alone planned on becoming romantically involved, despite clearly written policies outlining the consequences. We were playing a risky game.
Now here we are one in the morning climbing the back stairs of our hotel to get to our rooms not wanting to walk through the main lobby, being treated with a view of a tight ass moving around inside Linda’s jeans, causing my dick to awaken and begin taking up space in the crouch of my pants.
After reaching the floor to our rooms, her room situated three doors down from mine. “Yours or mine?”
She glanced behind her and said, “mine if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Be there as soon as I throw my bags in and slip on my flip-flops.”
“Let yourself in, lover.”
Having used the bathroom, I relieved myself of hours of coffee and water, wiped my face with a washcloth, and then proceeded to take off my boots and pants. Going commando, I put on a pair of Patagonias before searching for my flip-flops. Five minutes later, I was entering Linda’s room quietly, hearing her on the phone. But quickly understanding she was in the middle of ordering room service. She had only taken off her shirt and soft body armor, salt rings clearly showing up on the undershirt from sweating. Despite the temperature not being excessively hot during our 8-hour surveillance, we couldn’t run the vehicle’s air conditioning. This led to a sweaty day, which we were accustomed to.
Linda made her way to the side of the bed and retrieved her Sig Sauer 9mm from the holster, setting it on the nightstand. Next came the extra magazines, her folding knife and flashlight.
As she turned, she crossed the room and stepped into my arms, reaching up for a deep soulful kiss, while running her tongue across my teeth before pushing further. Finally, coming up for air. “Surprisingly, the kitchen is still open, so the food will be thirty minutes. Burgers, okay?”
“Sounds good to me, but right now, I would like an appetizer and I’m pretty sure it will not take thirty minutes to finish.” As my erection made its presence known, pressed between our bodies.
“I’m pretty funky. Are you sure? I could use a shower?”
“You kept me edging for hours. I’m good with your sweaty ass. Plus, I rather enjoy the scent of your sex. It pushes the right buttons with my olfactory cortex.”
A snort of a laugh erupted from her. “Olfactory cortex? Big words mister. You couldn’t just say I smell good to you?” exaggerating an eye roll Linda took my hands in hers and dragging me across the room to the edge of the unmade bed, “Well, come claim your stinky woman.”
I crouched in front of her, gently shimmying her tight jeans off her legs. Linda’s mesmerizing scent, mingled with her soap, filled the surrounding air. I placed my hands on her sleek abdomen as she stepped out of her pants. I caressed her ass, drawing her closer, and placed feather-light kisses on the smooth skin below her belly button, right along the edge of her panties. The taste of Linda’s salty perspiration lingered on my lips as soft purrs emanated from her.
Running her fingers smoothly through my thick hair, she takes hold of the loose curls in her fists, tilting my head back. “I’m ready to be bedded, so take me already while I lose myself in these beautiful, rich green eyes.”
Standing up, we shucked the remaining clothes with lightening speed, falling into bed attempting to pull her socks off. Resting on my back, Linda leisurely climbed up my torso, using her tongue and teeth to lick and nibble, resulting in red marks along her path, with freckles being the sole source of melanin on my body.
Latching onto a nipple into her mouth laying her full body weight on top of me, her breast mashed against my chest as I felt the wet lips of her labia glide along my hard cock, sending shivers to my toes when her exposed clit slid over the sensitive mushroom head on top of my solid shaft. She began aggressively kissing me, wrestling my tongue with hers, sucking back and forth between our mouths while still maintaining the agonizing slow up and down motion with her pussy on my trapped cock. My hands followed the curve of her butt, grabbing each cheek, squeezing them, then spreading them, allowing me to snake my fingers down until I reached her rosebud. Lubing a middle finger with the juices collecting near her perineum, I began easing into her tight butthole, reaching the depth of the second knuckle.
“Jeezus babe, that feels good. I love my ass being probed with your fingers.”
But as she swept down my body, my finger would almost slip out, then get pushed in as she moved up. “Oh, fuck me it’s like I’m rubbing against a flagpole.”
Not really caring how long I had been trapped between her labia, Linda decided it was time and positioned herself into a sitting position, straddling my hips, hovering over my cock, with strands of our excitement stretching between us. Moving her hand towards me, Linda took control of my erection, directing its swollen head into the tender folds of her entrance, uncovering damp black pubic curls, with moisture flowing out and cascading down her fair thighs, no more being absorbed by her underwear.
As soon as Linda sensed my presence at her gate, she placed both hands on my chest to support herself while I slowly entered further. Our eyes locked. Witnessing hers lose concentration. I knew she was centered on the invading rod creeping into her core. A crimson blush bloomed on her cheeks as she took a couple more inches. As she rose, withdrawing from me, I could see her nectar bathing my cock. Lowering herself again, she engulfed my entire length. The bloom spreading to her chest gave me a sense of satisfaction I was doing it right.
Linda clawed me with her nails on every down stroke, leaving angry marks through the hair on my chest. The delicious pain heightened my arousal. Causing my scrotum to tighten, tucking my balls into the base of my shaft, making my already engorged head to expand wider.
The succubus on top of me opened her mouth in a silent scream, Linda’s face a portrait of torment and pleasure. With my dick fully seated in her tight spasming tunnel, Linda slowly began tilting her pelvis back and forth, working her strong abdominals, occasionally lifting off of my swollen erection only to plunge back down with all of her weight, taking me entirely.
Breathlessly, “Holy shit! Lover, I feel so fucking full, you’re going to ruin me,” as she began increasing her effort.
Letting her work herself up into a frenzy, I grabbed her swinging breast and molded them into my hands. Slipping their hard pebbled areolas between my fingers, causing a sharp intake of air turning into a groan. She had previously mentioned that her nipples and her clit were directly connected. With its hood stretched back, exposing the hardened bead to the onslaught of sliding along the broad shaft of my cock landing on my pubic bone, tied together with my mouthing and nipple suckling of her breast, she wouldn’t last much longer.
“Oh, God!” A cry of being satisfied. “Shit, shit, shit! Here it comes!”
She sped up into a fevered pitch, grinding herself against me as I watched the deep red ruddiness covering her cheeks and chest now appear on her lower abdomen. On cue, Linda convulsed her entire body as she drew her legs up, spasming violently. I wasn’t far behind her, as I continued thrusts into the still orgasming turmoil. It was all I could take.
Wrapping my arms around Linda’s frenetically jerking body, I smashed her tightly to my chest, our sweating bodies sliding against each other. Moaning hoarsely into the nape of her neck. I pushed off with my legs, pinning her to my pelvis, driving ever deeper into her, feeling her cervix being pushed back further, stretching her pussy. Ferociously pumping, pubic bones clashing together.
Finally surrendering to my release, sending rope after rope of cum smashing against the closed gate of her womb. The sensation of my ejaculation sent Linda into another series of tremoring shutters. Her hair had plastered itself to her face from sweating, a sheen of sweat completely covering her body, the aroma of sex rising from our bodies. It had been a quick and powerful completion of sorts from a cumulation of sexual tension we built between us.
Linda had nestled into the crook of my arm with a leg slung over my torso, capturing my spent member, feeling my cum continue to escape from the confines of her vaginal opening, to run down my hip onto the sheets. She quietly twirled my damp matted chest hair, using her nails to comb through it.
Laying her hand flat and resting her chin on the back of that hand was about to say something when the knock came.
“I’m starving”.
Linda leaped from the bed, strolling over to the door, stopped briefly at the desk to snag money for the tip. I just laid still, admiring how her muscular heart shaped ass split high then melt into the back of her legs, revealing the freshly used gap between the inner thighs.
Out of habit, I picked up Linda’s Sig and laid it next to me out of an overabundance of caution. Watching Linda talking to whomever was on the other side of the door. Giving presumingly the hotel employee their tip before dragging the cart into the room herself. Food smells began fighting to overcome the animalistic rutting that had just happened.
After securing the door, Linda traipse over to the bathroom, only pausing to look back at me. “You coming into the shower, mister?”
“Won’t the fries get soggy?”
Propping her hands on her hips, she wore an expression of confusion until she saw me rolling off the bed. “Fucker!” she giggled.
The shower heated quickly, steam beginning to flow out over the top of the glass enclosure as Linda stepped in. They built the walk-in stall for two people. A bench set into the back wall which I occupied soaking in the moist heat produced by two shower heads watching my partner wash her hair. Running my gaze along the sleek lines of her body, only to be interrupted by the upturn of her breast. The way she effortlessly maintained a balance between a sculpted muscle tone and a soft, feminine roundness left me perplexed.
Seeing I had developed a hard on which ran from between my legs resting just above my navel. She came over; the water hitting her back producing a mist, and straddled my legs. I placed my hands on her hips, but she had other designs for me, handing me the soap and a washcloth.
Looking impishly through hooded eyes. “Mind doing, my lady parts?”
Grinning like a virgin boy scout seeing his first penthouse magazine took the offered items into my hands and began producing a sudsy lather. Beginning with her breast cupping both palms, I started at the top, slowly sliding my hands down until my thumbs hit her pale pink nipples, the shape reminding me of large heresy kisses. After rotating my thumbs a few times, I let my hands slide off to the side and moved to the full under belly before pushing them up just to let them fall back in place.
Linda draped her arms over my shoulders for support as I traveled from her tits down her flat midsection to her thick but manicured pubic hair. Using a thumb to find the hood of her clitoris, I lightly drew across the hood and back, producing a hiss from her and a shiver from her inner thighs. Pulling both hands back to use the soap to refresh the lather, then placing my left hand on her hip and slowly pushed with the other through the valley of her vagina dividing her labia not stopping until my thumb rested on her clit and fingers against the tight ring of her rectum. Rotating my thumb against her sensitive bud before pulling back to the beginning. Repeating this motion, this time putting pressure on her butthole. Linda gave a quiet grunt while grinding against my hand. I kept this slow sawing motion, going for a few minutes each time, feeling her sphincter muscle spasm.
Laying my hands back on her hips looked up, seeing fire and ice in her eyes, nostrils flaring. “Feel clean enough?”
For her answer, Linda spread her legs wider, shifted her weight and fell on my dick in one plunge, mashing her clit against the base of my cock. Her arms locked around my neck and her face jammed against my shoulder, the panting loud in my ear as she rode me like a woman possessed. Never once stopped grinding her clit. It was uncomfortable for me. I can only guess what it was like for Linda at the same time. Her movement was causing my cock head and her cervix to flick against each other. It wasn’t long when I had my answer, when she exploded into an orgasm, biting my shoulder to keep from screaming like someone being murdered. After the last spasm of her abdominal wall, Linda slid off my lap onto the shower floor, letting the water spray over her body, my cock popping out and slapping me wetly.
For the longest time, I just sat there slowly stroking my dick, watching my partner sit up, tilt her head back, and rinse her hair from her face, which was unreadable. Back on her knees, she opened my legs and moved in between, holding my scrotum in her palm.
“You okay, honey?” I asked.
“Oh, buddy, no man has ever made me act a slut like you do. But you are going to get your comup-ins just you wait.” And took my cock straight to the back of her throat, feeling the head enter a few inches further into her esophagus.
This was something new from my previous experience with the short list of women. She’s the first woman ever to even get a few inches of me into her mouth, let alone the entire length. Before; despite her several attempts, my broad head encountered too much resistance each time.
She kept me there, flexing her throat like she was swallowing food. The sensation was exquisite and had an instant effect on me. Only pulling back enough to gasp for air. Then it was right back down, her nose burying into my pubic hair. Linda kept this pace up while keeping a tight grip at the base. Placing my hands on the back of her head, I couldn’t hold out any longer. When she came up for air one last time, I pushed her down all the way.
Stammering, “I am cumming, honey, going to cum so hard! Ggawd!”
My load blasted the back of her throat. I was so far down she never tasted a single drop. Finally, letting her come up for air, which she took in large gulps. Linda hauled us back up to our feet, nestling her face into my chest while the hot water spraying over both of us.
“Let’s finish you up because now I’m hungry for real.” She said.
Cross-legged near the edge of the bed, Linda seemed completely at ease in her nudity, her breasts swaying as she reached for a soggy fry from the cart parked next to the bed. I had pulled a chair up with my feet propped up on the bed and also stayed naked. My flaccid cock laying to the side on the thigh. Unexpectedly, the hotel could make a mean burger and, after working on my third beer, was in a state of relaxation.
“What is your body count?” Linda asked.
Raising my head from studying the label of the beer bottle in my lap. “What?”
“How many have you fucked in your adult life?”
Attempting to read her face to comprehend this unexpected question. “Five, why?”
“Bullshit.”
“Again, why are you asking?” beginning to get annoyed.
“Twenty is mine, but seriously, just five?”
“I’m a long term monogamous kinda guy, I guess.”
Linda, after unfolding herself, scooted over and wiggled her way onto my legs, using them as a bridge to get into my lap. I can feel the heat radiate from her pussy. Taking the beer bottle from my hand and drinking the last of what was in the bottle, Linda placed it on the cart.
“I have to know where you got your skills from. No one has ever caused me to lose control during an orgasm like you have.”
“Maybe I’m a natural.”
“Oh, darling, no one is a natural. I’ve had my share of dick, of various shapes and sizes. But you are that perfect balance.” Picking up my cock, Linda began rubbing the spongy head, making it balloon. “But it takes knowledge to know how a woman clicks and you are the closest I’ve ever encountered, so who was your mentor?”
As I reached for a fresh bottle from the ice bucket on the cart, I purposely brushed the cold, sweating bottle against one of Linda’s exposed nipples. Her response was to squeeze and tug my dick hard.
“Ah!! Okay, be nice to your tools!”
“I’m waiting.”
Popping the cap off and taking a swig. “It has you that curious?”
“Stop stalling.”
I was purposely stalling, staring at her, trying to read her face. Were we at a point to share secrets? “It was my English teacher after my senior year.”
“Shut the door! Fuck off really your teacher?”
“Yes really, and technically, as she had put it back then, she wasn’t my teacher now that I had graduated. And when Mrs. Dobbs discovered I was still a virgin, a whole different education started off my summer.”
“Man, talk about living a cliche of every coming of age story ever written.”
She had slowly continued to stroke my member. It responded quickly, beginning to stand hard and tall again. “What was your best lesson? What was she like?”
Recalling Mrs. Dobbs was easy. Then again, remembering your first time never is. She didn’t stand out stunningly. Never dressing provocatively, hiding her body with conservative clothing, to leave us boys to our imagination. The first week out of school found me cutting Mrs. Dobbs’ grass, trying to save that little extra before college. My lawnmower unexpectedly died. Realizing it was needing refueling, I went in search of my gas can when I passed the bathroom window; the house being a ranch style home. Everything was on the ground floor.
The blinds were not let all the way down, leaving a six-inch gap above the sill. Movement inside the bathroom caused me to stop in my tracks. Stilling my nerves, I cautiously edge closer to see what caught my attention. My dick sprung alive from what I was seeing. There was Mrs. Dobbs nude, sitting on the edge of her bathtub, what looked to be her trimming her pubic hair.
Squatting down, I looked around to see if anyone could see me from the street. Thankfully, a hedge row blocked the view. Satisfied of my position, I stood back up to peer back in. Mrs. Dobbs was still trimming at her muff. I noticed that in her forties she was a good-looking woman. Time had caused her to add weight, but it was in the right places. Her curvaceous hips and breasts had a look of being heavy, with a slight sag. I later learned they were a D cup, tipped with dark thumb size nipples.
Throughout the school year, I never saw her hair not in a bun of some type. But in the privacy of her home, it hung down in light brown ringlets. Mrs. Dobbs laid her comb and scissors on the edge of the tub after combing the trimmings out of her pubic hair. Taking a hand, she ran two fingers down her mound, trapping the clit in its hood and the meaty lips of her labia between them. Tugging the hood of her clitoris back with the other hand, she started a gentle motion of drawing small circles around the firm bean; her face showing unmistakable excitement and bliss.
My cock ached tremendously because of being bound up in my shorts. I have never felt this hard, even during my masturbations. But seeing my teacher awoke something in me, a desire that centered on what she was doing in her bathroom. Ask me today. Years later, I still cannot tell you what possessed me to pull my dick out and begin pulling on it in time with my teacher’s hand movement, copious amounts of pre-cum providing the lubrication needed.
Mrs. Dobbs slid off the edge to the floor propped against the tub as support, with her legs open and bent, gave me a clear view of her vulva and its now exposed vaginal opening. She plunged three fingers deep into her vagina, moving them in and out slowly. After a few minutes, she removed her fingers. Filaments of sticky nectar clung as she placed them in her mouth, cleaning them before sticking now four fingers into her sopping wet vagina. Eyes shut, her tongue trailing moisture along her lips as she began picking up speed, her entire hand nearly engulfed to the knuckles. Her hand was a blur as she continuedly pump in and out.
Suddenly she shook, her breast spilling over the arm she had wrapped around them as she entered into convulsions, closing her legs together, trapping her hand.
Witnessing her climax caused a powerful reaction in me, causing me to ejaculate a substantial amount of milky white fluid that landed on the side of the house. More came with each jerk of my hand, so much my balls would ache later. Recovering, I raised my head to witness something that sent panic into the core of my being. Mrs. Dobbs looking at me, anger clearly on her face. Getting up from the edge of the tub, she made her way to the window, neglecting to cover up, and bent down. All I could focus on was her breast swinging like twin pendulums. They froze me in place, unable to move. I was so frightened of getting caught still gripping my now rapidly deflating cock.
Mrs. Dobbs lifted the window. “Mr. Stanley, what the fuck are you standing outside my bathroom window watching me and holding your dick?”
I didn’t know what shocked me more. I got caught stroking my meat, or the foul language coming out of my teacher. “Sorry…I am so sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never seen a live naked woman before.”
“And that is an invitation to watch me, you prick? Move Mr. Stanley to the front door now!”
Any thoughts on running fluttered out of my mind, replaced with feelings of utter doom. By the time I reached the door, it was open.
“Get in here now Mr. Stanley.” My teacher said from behind the door. She did not bother to cover up, allowing me to see everything up close.
Watching me stare at her, “Like what you see, Thomas?”
Hands placed on her rounded hips, she stood there. Voluptuous breast capped with reddish areolas and thick nipples. Mrs. Dobbs’ pubic hair now hiding her sex from view. “Yes.”
“Would you like to touch?” While soaking in the image of my naked teacher, all I could do was nod.
“Remove your clothes, Thomas.”
As if stunned by a cattle prod, I leaped out of my shorts and underwear, having taking off my tee shirt long ago while mowing. To my amazement I got hard again, my erection standing straight out between Mrs. Dobbs and me as if it was a third person in this conversation.
As she observed the condition I was in, Mrs. Dobbs reached out and firmly grabbed my now throbbing erection, with my testicles already pressed tightly against the base of my shaft.
Slowly stroking it. “Thomas, you have quite the nerve doing what you did. Now, I guess you will tell your friends what you saw.”
“No, Mrs. Dobbs –”
“Samantha, since we are here naked in my foyer, me stroking your dick, which is leaking all over my floor, we might as well be on more familiar terms. Hmmm Thomas?”
“Yes, Samantha.”
Continuing to stroke up and down the length of my dick, she skillfully grazed her thumb along the vein that runs on top and the length of my shaft. I experienced the clear signs of my impending orgasm and started to sweat excessively. She must have sensed my arousal intensify, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
All these firsts, the first time seeing a naked woman, the first time a naked woman is stroking me was too much to endure. Groaning, my semen started spurting in long strands, hitting Mrs. Dobbs… Samantha covering her recently trimmed pubic hair.
As I struggled to not buckle, the stars cleared from my vision, and Samantha released my shrinking member with a wet plop against my leg.
“That was extremely quick, Thomas. No staying power, especially after just cumming earlier?”
Meekly looking at Samantha, “No one has ever stroked my dick other than myself.”
A look of understanding appeared. “Thomas, are you a virgin?”
Turning a deeper red with embarrassment looking at the floor. “Yes.”
“How wonderful.” Her demeanor changing, a smile appearing, “Do you think I’m pretty, Thomas?”
“Very much. I had daydreams of you all school year, imagining what you looked like under the dresses you would wear. Running to the restroom to jerk off.”
“Would you like to lose your virginity, Thomas?”
At first, I didn’t quite pick up what she was asking. Was she suggesting to have sex with me? My heart pounded in my chest, hoping I was going to fuck the very woman I had fantasized about throughout the school year. Now, a month after turning eighteen, I was going to experience what it’s like to slide into Samantha’s beautiful pussy.
“Of course, Thomas. I’m not too sure you can keep this a secret.”
“Yes, Mrs. Dobbs, you can trust me, to my dying days.”
Her gaze traveled from my head, ending at my now hanging cock. “Tell no one, not your best friend, certainly not your parents. I have a reputation to maintain in this dinky town and if we were to be discovered, I have much more to lose than you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Here, tomorrow, nine, with a shower, clean shaven, and do not put on any cologne. I do not want your family to wonder why suddenly you are wearing that shit. By the end of the summer you will know how to pleasure a collage woman with this log. Now get dressed and get out. Be sure to finish the job I’m supposed to be paying you to do before you leave.”
Linda had gone from stroking me to doing two fingers into her own pussy with the thumb rubbing her hardened clit. “That was hot. I still can’t believe it was your teacher.”
“Former teacher.”
“Yeah, yeah, semantics.”
Looking directly into my eyes. “I’m so turned on. I want you to make love to me, not just fuck but a slow burn, you know what I mean?”
Without saying a word, I picked Linda up off my legs and stood up from the chair, Linda wrapping her legs around my waist, my cock pulsing to my heartbeat against her belly. Pressing my lips against hers, she drew my tongue into her mouth before extending it out, giving me the chance to reciprocate. Gently laying Linda on her back, the legs hanging from the end of the bed, her black hair fanning out like a black veil beneath her head. While I positioned both feet on my chest, Linda playfully moved her toes in my chest hair. Lightly running my hands down her shins, then back up kneading her calves. I do this for several minutes before moving to one of her manicured feet, pressing my thumbs into the sole with firm pressure, rotating them to the outside edge and instep. I can see from my vantage point Linda’s pussy leaking her juices into the crack of her ass. She pulled on her nipples enough to raise her breast off her ribcage, moans coming deep from her throat.
Crouching at the foot of the bed, the bed positioned at the perfect height to indulge in her vulva. She positioned her legs over my shoulders, and I started placing gentle kisses along the inside of one leg and up the inside of the other leg, then back down, this time leaving a moist trail with my tongue.
“Shit, Tom, I’m on fire. I can feel my juices pooling in my ass crack.”
Securing her lower body by wrapping an arm around a thigh, momentarily pushing to view her sex up close. Her mat of black pubic hair sat on top, slightly obscuring the hood of her clit. The thick fullness of her outer lips devoid of hair protected the thinner, softer pedals moist from her heightened aroused state.
“Please stop teasing me, fuck! I need your face in my pussy. Eat me please!”
By utilizing the thumb of the arm wrapped around her thigh, glide it alongside the hood, then up and over and down the opposite side, being cautious not to contact the excessively sensitive clit itself. With my free hand, cover everything with my palm rubbing up and down on the flatten labia.
My lover tried to take control by raising her ass off the bed, but easily took away her wiggle room. I lifted my palm and rubbed the space between her pussy and rectum with a thumb, all the while alternating between sliding my tongue along her vaginal opening to the base of her clit, repeating several times, like a painter with a brush, before pushing my tongue through the opening. I can see through Linda’s pubic hair she has ahold of both her nipples, stretching them, then rubbing them between her thumb and index finger.
“oh gawd! I’m going to cum all over your face, you bastard!”
Detecting the early contractions of her opening, I knew she was reaching her climax. I decided it was time to push three of my thick fingers into her vaginal canal and curl them upward in search of the g-spot. I splayed my tongue to cover her clit entirely, putting firm but gentle pressure using up and down strokes.
This sent Linda over the edge, her vaginal muscles clamping down on my invading fingers in waves as her butthole sucked itself in and out. I could observe and experience her abdominal muscles tighten and relax repeatedly. As she screamed at the top of her lungs and released, a copious amount of slick fluid coated my beard and neck, with the sensation of it running down my chest. Gradually reducing the speed of my movements, giving Linda the opportunity to fully enjoy her orgasm, I maintained my position as she recovered from her euphoria, her hands grappling to remove me from my perch. By keeping her restrained, she had no chance of escaping.
Gently circling her little brown starfish, I decided it was time for round two. Plunging my tongue into that tight ring of her rectum, I curled and uncurled my tongue. This electrified Linda bucking wildly. My thumb replaced my tongue as I slowly dragged it up the space between the opening of her pussy and anus, putting hard pressure before finishing my journey at the base of her clit. Linda had become incoherent. Nothing she was saying made any sense. Perspiration beaded on her chest, collecting in her cleavage.
While flicking her enraged clit, I inserted four fingers and put downward pressure towards her pelvic floor as if I was buttering a rim of a bowl. Linda had screamed at the top of her lungs, but this time had sense enough to cover her face with a pillow. I rotated my fingers around until I could put pressure on her g-spot again, covering the area before rotating back down, pressing, repeating several times, stopping at the top curling and uncurling my fingers.
That spelled the end for Linda. The orgasm came as a sledgehammer, her vaginal tunnel locking my hand in place, the female ejaculate filling the cup of my hand. For what felt like an eternity, she would stiffen, then relax, finally able to push me off with her feet, panting. “Stop, stop oh gawd stop! I fucking hate you.” She screams.
Allowing myself to relax and leaning back on my heels with a smile, I watched as she curled into a fetal position, her body continuing to experience small spasms. Then I got on the bed and embraced her from behind, sensing the warmth and perspiration emanating from her body.
With my fingers, I combed through her hair. Pulling it away from her face, she remained motionless for a moment before turning towards me, locking eyes, as I continued to hold her.
I noticed tears had streaked her face, planting light kisses on her nose, chin, and forehead. “Are you okay, honey?”
Opening her eyes and giving me a sleepy smile, stroking my beard. “Never better Tom, I have never squirted like this. My God, man, you’re trying to get me to fall in love with you, aren’t you?”
“Is it working?”
Slightly nodding her head whispering, “Yes.”
“You know we need to be thankful we do not share a floor with the rest of the team. They certainly would have heard you cussing me out.”
Linda didn’t say a word, she just put her forehead against my chest and fell asleep. Sometime later, I kissed her forehead and extracted myself from her embrace. Quiet murmurs of protest emanating from the near comatose form.
“I need to go to my room, honey.”
With a whine, “k.”
Linda rolled over onto her stomach and returned to a sedated slumber. I began getting an erection standing next to the bedside admiring the body form, her flanks tapering into her muscular back and lumbar before spreading back out to form her hips.
Quickly covering Linda up because if I stood there any longer, I would have straddled the back of her legs and pushed my cock up through the spread of her ass cheeks into the still sloppy vagina. I know I would not have gotten any protest, but the remaining sliver of professionalism that remained said tomorrow’s planning was gonna to require my attention.
As I dressed in the clothes I arrived in, I quietly exited the room after ensuring the hallway was clear and headed towards my room.
Pouring coffee into a white china cup watching the steam rise, the aroma alone beginning to perk me up. The coffee and breakfast spread was courtesy of Jackson, our team leader of this contract. While stepping away from the table, I used my action of sipping coffee to scan the suite with my eyes. Jackson used his room for the team meet and had propped up several easel boards and a large flat screen setup against one wall. The team sat around the room, casually chatting with each other. Broken up into their groups based on what each job was. The team brought on two individuals for logistics, and our Intel guy, who usually stuck with our team leader, also attended. The operations team, being the largest comprising six not including Linda and me as their sniper support, who, at this moment, sat between two large frame guys looking relaxed. A pang of jealousy crept into my consciousness, surprising me, as I am not a jealous type. I certainly had no claim over her.
Linda was ravishing. I could see no traces of what was an exhaustive night on her. The black silky hair braided down the back, with just a hint of makeup, dressed in jeans and a long sleeve “AC/DC” tee shirt just large enough to drape over her Sig that she concealed at her appendix side of her mid-line. Yet tight enough to show off her attributes.
Jackson took that moment in my reflection to start the meeting, with a deep booming voice which seems impossible to come from such a rail thin black man. “Listen up. Let’s all thank Tom for gracing us with his presence. Now that he has had his coffee, let’s start.”
Jeers and catcalls came from the rest, joining Jackson on my roasting. Even though I arrived five minutes prior to the set time of the gathering, I was the last to walk in. I raised my cup up in a salute.
“My pleasure fellas.”
By directing a remote, the flat screen sprang to life. He had paused a surveillance video. It was the estate of our target. From the looks of it, it was from the position of the second mobile team. “Our man showed up during mobile two’s shift.”
The video played, showing a scene of multiple vehicles pulling into a gated drive that led up to the residence. “As you can see, our target rides with a six-man entourage, three at the front, three in back. He has just a driver in his.”
As the scene continued to play out, Jackson moved over to a series of photos depicting our man. “They have hired us to snatch this man, and we are authorized lethal force with legal cover up to a point.”
“And at what point is that?” Question coming from one of the beefy bodies sitting next to Linda.
“Up to the moment, you cause collateral damage to the population. Now getting back–”
“Can we have that in writing? You know, for CYA purposes.”
Laughter floated up from the group.
“Fuck off people and listen. This guy is the finance comptroller of a multi-national human trafficking ring running through international borders. Our employers have had to use their cut outs and back-channel this excursion to get the information from this shitbag in order to break through the ranks of this elite group, who have people inserted in every level of government so any official action would send up a flare, alerting the wrong bureaucrats in the halls of DC. This is a one and done, and we scatter into the wind once the handoff is made.”
The coffee cup is still in my hand as I point it towards the screen. “So this is a snatch?”
“Yep, and it is going to happen while he is on the move. Intel has it that the servers for this group are in this residence, but he has a satcom capable kill switch on him twenty-four seven that would make the servers unrecoverable. We need to stop that from happening. Once he is secured, a tech group operating independently from us will go on and dismantle and remove the servers.”
“An insertion into the residence is out. Taking too long to get to him, I assume.”
“Right, it is why this will be an ambush.” Jackson said.
“Hmm…contractor on contractor, a different way to conduct a hostile takeover.”
Jackson turned away from the screen to study my demeanor, probably assessing if I was going to have a problem with this assignment. I threw him a cocked grin to relieve any question I would.
“The Los Zetas provides the protection detail. Now don’t let that bit sway your tactical judgment. They are highly professional, several tiers higher than their street enforcers, mostly government trained, military experienced signing onto these cartels for the money.”
A slideshow album scrolled pictures of women, some men on the screen. They were of different nationalities, color and age. Jackson let this roll for a few moments before continuing. “Here’s the deal people, I do not pretend to know each of your moral code, these pictures are of victims caught on a container ship in containers under false shipping manifests. To a person testified they were being sent to the US to become someone’s pet. We need to put a dent in this operation and this guy is the key. But if there is an issue with how this mission is going to go down, it’s better to leave now.”
Pausing, Jackson looked at every person in the room. Satisfied, he turned back to the flat screen. It changed to show an overhead view, most likely from a drone, of a section of terrain with a road winding through the steep wooded foothills. “The ambush is going to be here. It is a blind curve with good oversight. Only thing not worked out is getting that device off of him before he can send a signal.”
After a momentary pause, I chimed in. “A faraday body bag would work here.”
That got some heads to swivel my way.
“This was a practice we did in Afghanistan. There were times we couldn’t jam cell signal for fear of early warning. So big ass faraday body bags were developed so when we snatched someone it blocked any kind of RF signal that could emanate from our catch. Same concept, once you blow the door of the target vehicle, all one needs is to cuff and stuff.”
“Fortunately, we will have jamming capabilities, but I would like this for a second layer in case the jamming unit fails while in transit.”
Turning to someone sitting in the back looking at a laptop. “Kinsey, can your logistics group come up with some in short order, like say tonight?” Jackson asked.
“Yep, I’m familiar with them and have a local contact. Just give me six hours.”
Giving Linda a brief glance, she had a lopsided grin and winked at me. Noticing my presence for the first time since this meeting begun. How could she be this cool when I am struggling to keep my eroticism tamped down?
Planning took another three hours. This operation was pretty compartmentalized. Our only task was the kidnapping, while there was a separate team to remove the information, and a third for clean up. Mine and Linda’s responsibility of being snipers was twofold. Stop the lead and target vehicles causing a bottleneck keeping any escape from happening, shifting to over watch after the curve to cover the assaulters. One team blow the doors, the other team to snatch the target out of the vehicle.
We broke up and went our own way to fulfill any last-minute checks on gear, and be a on standby. After dropping off stuff in my room, I walked down the hall to Linda’s room, using her room key to let myself in. Since she hadn’t arrived yet, Linda must be nailing down a few more details. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and open it. Moving around Linda’s room, observing the panties and bras hanging over something or crumpled nearby, with pants or tee shirts scattered throughout. I swear if I wasn’t a personal witness to her female anatomy, it would seem a man roomed here.
Before becoming conscious of what I was doing, I had picked up a pair of panties, breathing in the now familiar aroma of her arousal. Shaking my head, I dropped them, aware the crotch of my jeans was rapidly running out of space. Perched on the stool to prevent myself from becoming too excited and faltering, my mind raced with images of our tantalizing romp from the previous evening.
I peeled at the label in between swigs, but the distraction wasn’t working. Massaging the fully engorged organ through my pants. Unsatisfied, I unzipped them, extracting it and beginning to stroke.
The electronic lock of the door signaled Linda’s arrival, looking up from playing with myself. “Ah, there you are. I thought you might be here when you didn’t answer your door.”
I let her closed the door, standing up as she approached the bar. I positioned my hand behind her head and drew her close for a deep, wet kiss. Linda only managing a gasp as she felt my excitement pressing into her. Still without saying a word just a wicked grin on display, I spun her around to face the bar, placing her hands on the countertop interlacing them with mine, leaning up against her, grinding my erection into the crevice of her ass a clear message on what was about to happen.
“Oh, shit fuck me. Where did this come from?”
“I wasn’t finished from last night, and being in the same room with my lover and pretending as if nothing is going on between us tortured me.”
I drew my hands slowly along her arms and down the sides. Curling my fingers under the hem of her tee shirt, pulling it up over her head. Linda raising her arms to assist in the removal, playing along, still not sure how far this was going. Twisting the clasp off her bra, it popped off to slide down her arms to hang from her wrists. Removing her gun from its holster and setting it on the counter. Linda mischievously craning her head to bite me. I avoided the bite while yanking her pants and panties to her feet.
With one hand remaining on her shoulder, I continued to restrain Linda against the counter while using the other hand to undo my own pants. The weight of my gun and other stuff on my belt aided me to get my pants to fall to my ankles. I grabbed my raging hard on, lining it up against her muff, unceremoniously rammed it in halfway.
“Ouch! Damn lover, be easy. I’m still sore from last night.”
Pulling out until just the bulbous head remained at the entrance. I placed both hands on her shoulders and, with a grunt of someone possessed, slammed my cock all the way to the base, my balls smacking loudly against Linda’s clit.
“Oh! god damn! What are you doing?”
Answering with a growl coming from deep inside, surprising even me of the sexual tension I had built up. I continued to jackhammer her now gushing pussy, not letting up.
“Fuck babe…fuck babe…” Trying to talk through the jolting she was receiving, my swollen cock slamming into her cervix from not being warmed up beforehand pushing it back further into her core.
“I don’t know where this is coming from, but you have me nearly.” She had to catch her breath as those last few thrusts knocked on her cervix even harder.
After several minutes of brutal punching, balls swinging against the front of her vulva, my cock forcing the muscled walls of her vagina to stretch in order to allow the passage of the abusive flesh covered steel rod.
Her pulsing box was setting me up for a massive ejaculation. With my cock swelling larger, my brain sensing the rising flood. Then suddenly the dam broke my seed ejecting and crashing against her cervix to fill her canal to the point thick globs of semen found a way past the tight seal my dick made with Linda’s stretched pussy landing on her underwear and pants.
I collapsed to the floor, pulling Linda with me. With a squeak, she fell on top of me, then rolled off to lie on her stomach.
Still breathing hard. “What the fuck was that? Tom!”
Redirecting my attention towards her, “Sorry honey, but I still had all that built-up tension from last night that needed to be released.”
“Fuck me, lover, but that wide ass sausage caught me off guard. You can’t be just jamming it up to the hilt on your first go.”
Rolling over and sitting up with a groan, Linda unlaced her boots. “Dude, I’ve got to go clean up and change my panties. There is so much cum leaking out of me.”
As she leaned over me, her long braid falling around my head, she passionately kissed me and nibbled on my lower lip until it bled. “Get out of here, you animal. I to have to get my head on straight. My routine is just not so deliciously violent as yours.”
“HA! Okay lady, I’ll head out, meet up in an hour for a late lunch?”
“Meet you in the lobby.” Linda said over her shoulder.
An hour after sunup the next day found us laying in a shallow depression tucked under the overhang of a rock cliff above the ambush site. We abandoned the team in the early morning and went back to the hide site we found after spending the whole previous afternoon walking the ridgeline above it. It was one thing to look at a map or drone photos, if one was available. It was a whole another story to sit and observe the area in search of that piece of ground you can get into unobserved, lay in concealment without being interrupted and have the line of sight that covers the ambush site. Not to mention knowing where the covered egress out of the area would be after the deed was done.
Suspended inches above us was a camouflaged, lightweight tarp of my design. It had multiple uses. Shade to keep the sun from reflecting off our scopes, concealment, and because I had sewed a mylar survival blanket into the lining, it blocked our thermal signature.
Looking up from my spotting scope and over to the prone body laying next to me, “range 760 meters with a 15 degree downslope.”
Lewd thoughts interrupted my concentration as my eyes continued to travel down her body, stopping at the bubble roundness of her ass. Linda tucked neatly behind her rifle, making minute changes, the turrets on her scope making slight clicks as she turned them. Like me, she was clad in earth tone colors. We had foregone the usual camo the rest of the team wore with the idea that if things went south and had to bail; it was easier to pass as hikers with a cover story. A worn ball cap covered her now familiar black hair, finishing the assemble.
Realizing I had gone quiet, her eyes shifted sideways to see me looking at her, catching my expression. “Look lover, I know right now you think I’m the best thing walking on this Green Earth, imagining me pumping out your babies, but I can use a bit of professionalism right about now.”
“But honey, how am I to pass the time if I can’t perv over you?”
Getting back with her scope. “I understand in your world you might be a little jaded, but how could you meatheads not be serious?”
Shrugging “macabre humor or ‘smoking and joking’ is a coping mechanism of sorts. Especially now that it looks like we have some time to relax.”
“Even now, when we are about to end some people, you can find humor?”
“It’s different for everyone. But the common thread is the belief in the mission and that it is righteous. For instance, from the hunts you have talked about. Your belief in shooting the animal is the meat would sustain you and your family. Or popping that shit ass who was holding the pregnant mother at gun point–.”
“Okay, I get it,” Linda said, looking at me.
“You think there is redemption for trafficking young women for sex?”
Linda shook her head.
“What was the reason when you put your goblins down?” I asked.
“I was the last resort. All else had failed.”
“But you believed in your mission?”
I didn’t wait for a response. “So yeah, I do not get hung up on the gravity of what we are about to do. Am I immoral for taking a life? A life that in some capacity has changed the lives of so many others? Sure it’s debatable.”
Linda slowly nodded as she pondered what I had said. “Is that why you left the service?”
The tables had easily turned with that abrupt question. “Yes, I no longer believed in the mission.”
“Why?”
“Because my goblins began sending boys out to plant the IEDs, they had learned we were more hesitant to shoot them and they were right, or at least I couldn’t.”
“And now?”
“I believe there is no redemption for what these people have done, so I’m at ease with myself, and can find humor in the situation.”
“What is the humor in all this?”
Deciding this was a good time to say something funny and stupid, “Two little snipers sitting in a sniper’s nest K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!”
A wide grin spread across her gorgeous face. “You can be an ass, you know?”
Grinning back. “Yeah, I know,” I said to myself, turning back to the job at hand, but my little ditty had the desired effect. Linda had loosened up, the tension leaving her body. Now maybe her conscience would allow her to whack some goblins.
An hour later comms came to life. The rest of the team had arrived. “Mobile one, command.”
“Send it.” Linda said.
“We have a green light. The target is on the move. As briefed, it is a three vehicle element.”
From our perch, Linda and I could see the others moving into position. It was Linda’s job to immobilize the lead vehicle and not let the principal’s vehicle to get around the created obstacle, last keep the snatch team alive.
The 416 Barrett was her rifle of choice. To my disbelief, she had shown with a stunning skill that she could manhandle the heavy rifle. With two ten round magazines, one armor piercing, the second for softer targets. At this range, the semi-auto would hit with every bit of its nearly 8,800 foot pounds of energy. She had changed out the barrel for a shorter one; it changed the ballistics slightly but at this range it would not show.
What seems like an eternity of waiting, comms once again sounded off. “All teams, two minutes. Drones showing the road clear of civilians.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Linda dig into the ground with her body, bracing herself for the recoil. Finally reaching out, making sure the additional mag was where she would expect it to be. When the countdown began, she took the big gun off safe, her trigger finger hovering outside the trigger housing.
“…3…2…1.”
As expected, the first vehicle came around the blind curve, beginning to come out of its deceleration, taking the turn. Having experience with big barking guns, her first round still caused me to jump and ring my head with the percussion, even with the special muzzle break pushing all the gases forward. The blast still kicked up a cloud of dust and debris despite Linda having placed her rifle roll forward of her rifle, but the roll was enough it kept her vision from being obscured.
It hit the mark, sending the solid steel core anti-armor round through the radiator and into the water pump, destroying the camshaft in a shower of molten metal and engine parts, locking up the engine. Round two went into the front wheel hub on the driver’s side, causing it to come to a dead stop.
The next vehicle containing the target responded as we knew it would “security detail 101”.
Not slowing down, it started maneuvering around their now crippled lead SUV, “primary making a move around, left side.”
Linda sent rounds after it, this time servicing the vehicle with four rounds, producing its own shower of sparks. Without looking made a magazine exchange, giving her a fresh ten rounds, this one loaded with hollow points to service the goblins.
With the target vehicle stopped, the snatch team moved into motion. Our secondary objective began simultaneously. The hired guns began piling out.
“Two squirters passenger side, front and back.” I barked, watching the scene through the spotting scope.
Linda shifted slightly and fired four more rounds in quick pairs. Two through the door glass and into the front passenger, who slipped out of sight in a red mist. She gifted her third and fourth round through the rear door and into the second guy, causing their arm to be severed and into the chest. The driver had gone into shock and began mindlessly screaming. He would not be a threat, and rightfully or not, Linda didn’t put one into either drivers.
All the while, the snatch team put down the drivers themselves after they had blown the doors and wrap the target into the human size faraday bag. It was later said they didn’t want witnesses. I would not second guess my partner. She did the job; she went after the active threats. The second team that had been following the convoy had knocked the rear security off the mountain. Not how it was planned, but effective.
Sixty seconds of controlled chaos, and it was over. The retrieval went off without a hitch. “Command to all. We are clear. Begin extraction. We do not want to be around long.”
Acknowledgement came from each team, with Linda sending ours in. “You good?” I asked.
“Yeah…yeah I think I am.” The excitement had yet to leave her blue eyes.
“Then let’s pop smoke guurlllll friend!”
It took us longer than expected to breakdown everything in two large backpacks, but I was being extra cautious to sanitize our hide, hoping that we were far enough from the ambush site, a drone; if there were even one on station, couldn’t pick us out from under the canopy of trees. Since we were on site longer than the others, it left more signs that we were here. They could discover it during the local investigation, but I didn’t want to make it easy for them.
We were the last to arrive at our rendezvous, slipping our vehicle under the garage door that had opened for us and slowly pulling into a large cavernous building with bad lighting. We could see the rest of the team transferring gear into the back of a van. The items were to be dumped in a furnace at a local mill, doing away with the last of any evidence that could point in any direction.
“Alright, listen up everyone, job done, everyone performed as expected and now it’s time to go our separate ways until the next one.” Jackson said as he stood in the middle of the formed circle.
“Because the agency, ‘that shall not be named,’ successfully retrieved the servers completely intact, the company will receive the contractual bonus, which all of you will get a little extra from.”
That produced a few congratulatory slaps on the backs, which was unusual from this rather stoic bunch. “Now get out of here and keep your phones close. Linda, you and Tom stick around.”
Dread seeped into my elation. I had a good idea what was about to drop, but over the last few days, the promise of a lasting relationship has grown into a certainty. Myself having already decided what I was going to do if the need arose. I could also see the question on Linda’s face, giving her a reassuring wink.
Jackson had leaned up against the van, waiting for the others to move out of earshot. “I’ll be straight up. You guys have been banging each other, which is against company policy. You both knew this when you signed up for the job.”
Linda had turned scarlet at this revelation, but I could see anger building up within her. I spoke up before she could say something she would regret. “Yeah boss, that is on me. I fucked up. I just kept pushing myself on her until she relented.”
Astonishment bloomed on Linda’s face with what she was about to say getting stuck in her throat. Jackson did not miss the exchange between me and Linda.
“Here’s the deal, because you two were an integral part of our success today. I’m going to let you two decide who is going to walk.”
“There’s no decision to make boss, I’ll walk.”
“But–” Linda began.
Holding up a hand. “It’s okay. I’m good with this, babe.” Turning to Jackson, “plus she was the one that was pulling the trigger today. You would be a fool to cut her loose.”
“I hoped you would do the right thing,” Jackson said, standing straight and reaching into his jacket to pull out an envelope.
“Here is a severance above what will be paid out, and you’re right, I can’t lose my best sniper.”
Slapping our backs and wrapping his arms around our shoulders, he walked us to our rental. “Now get out of here. I don’t want the clean-up crew to see you on your way out. They should finish up the ambush site as we speak.”
Before Linda stepped into the vehicle, she turned to and looked at Jackson. “How did you figure it out?”
“Linda, darling, you orgasm like you are being murdered. I can hear you all the way to the elevators. A few nights ago I wanted to come talk to you, and as I approached your room, I realized all that noise was coming from you.”
Smiling broadly, Jackson slapped me on the back and walked away to answer his ringing cellphone.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried off with the large terry cloth towel. It had been a long day, and the shower was the answer I needed to drain the tension out of my shoulders. I felt good with my decision and didn’t have a single regret.
Suddenly stopping when I stepped into the room.
Sitting up against the headboard with her arms resting on two bent knees, holding a bottled beer in each hand. Linda, obviously letting herself into my room, was wearing one of my button-down shirts. She looked stunning, but it was the missing panties and her clearly visible sex, which looked ripened and ready, had me getting excited quickly as the towel wrapped around my waist beginning to tent.
Letting the towel drop to the floor. My cock jutted out, swaying as I walked to the side of the bed, looking down at the woman I had fallen madly in love with, though I had yet to tell her.
Looking up with a grin, holding the bottle. “You are so easy, you sssluT.”
Taking the offered beer, I took a long draw from it, the fizzy liquid sliding smoothly down my throat. “You should know you are the only thing that my dick responds to these days.”
“Oh, I am? Well, let me show it some appreciation.”
Taking the last swig of her own beer, Linda set the bottle on the nightstand by the bed. Turning, she sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my thick hard-on, her fingers not quite able to come together. Using her thumb, she rubbed circles under the mushroomed head, causing it to expand larger. I gave an involuntary shutter from her moist mouth, still cold from drinking the beer. Releasing the head of my cock with a pop, Linda giggled at my reaction.
Taking both hands one on top of the other, she began a slow pump up and down my shaft as she replaced her mouth over the now sensitive head, running her tongue along the underside of its ridge, causing me to shake from the sensation. Taking her head between my hands, looking up at me, she allowed me to push her further down on my dick, bumping the back of her throat. Letting her come up, she stroked the saliva covered flesh, before deep throating me but not as far back as she did in the shower. I would not last as I felt my ball sack tightening.
Taking the time to lick along the sides her tongue slowly dragging over the veins of her flesh toy before bobbing up and down vigorously in time with her stroking hands in a two fisted pump, only stopping to squeeze around the base of my cock while the other trapped blood up the shaft.
Linda did this until my cock head was an angry purple and swollen tight and very sensitive. I was edging closer, knees locking and beginning to rise on my toes, tightening my calves. My tormentor looking up at me, her eyes bright with passion, knew I was about to explode and as soon as she applied light pressure with her teeth scraping my cock up and down, I erupted, sending huge globs of hot semen to the back of her throat. Linda expertly sealed her lips around my pulsating member, taking every bit of what I could pump into her, feeling her throat contract as she swallowed the salted concoction.
My knees buckled, just catching myself before landing on the bed. I crawled up next to Linda, panting. “Holy shit, babe, you could stop a man’s heart.”
She leaned over me without saying a word and began kissing me. I tasted my cum, as she had kept the last bit for me. Lifting her head, propping it up with her hand. “You like that?”
“Mildly surprised. There’s a little acidity to it. Probably from the alcohol, I’ll need to eat more fruit.”
Slapping my chest playfully, “did you just analyze the taste of your own cum?”
“Sure, don’t you?” Grinning.
Linda let out a full throated belly laugh rolling on her back. I followed her, laying on top, legs extended along hers. Cupping each side of her face started with lite kisses on her eyelids, moving to her sharp-edged nose kissing the tip. Passing her pouty mouth, kissed her rounded chin, finally moving back to her luscious lips, Linda taking the moment to grab my lower lip with her teeth.
Moving down, I took one nipple into my mouth suckling on it as if expecting milk to come out of it, eliciting a gasp and groan from Linda, after flicking it a few times I moved on to the next one doing the same to it. Trapping Linda’s legs closed by putting mine on the outside, I grabbed my cock, which had softened a little just stiff enough to use its head to push through the vee her legs created with her pussy at the bottom of the triangle. Feeling the lips of her labia open for me, I let my shaft guide its way into the entrance, her excitement coating the invading rod with its broad head leading the way.
Gently pushing, her trapped legs making it a tight opening, my cock began prying the walls of Linda’s vaginal passage. feeling her pubic hair scrape along the top of my shaft.
Linda clawed at my ass, her nails likely leaving red lines. “Fuck, I can feel every ridge and vein of your thick fucking cock. Every inch of me can feel the passing of your dick!”
Pulling out with an agonizing slowness, I could feel her labia being dragged back out, gripping my shaft. Only making micro movements, I watched my lover’s face scrunch with pleasure. Having teased Linda long enough while waiting for my cock to return to its fullness, I returned to embed myself back into her hot, slick, vibrating canal.
Once fully seated, the expanse of my dick gently pushed up against the door to her womb. My weight and legs kept Linda nearly immobilized. Only her pelvis could rock back and forth just a little. Slowly, I slid up and down the length of her body, the walls of her pussy gripping my erection.
Linda panting, her eyes closed, undoubtedly centered on the rippling sensations my cock was causing. “Oh my gawd, I’m already cumming, sweet jeezus, this is maddening. My clit is sitting right on top of your thick ass cock, trapped so I feel literally everything!”
Picking up the pace, the sweat and our mutual juices mixing created a lubricant that made sliding up and down her torso easier. My chest mashing her tits flat as the hair on my chest rubbed her rock hard nipples. The thick mat of hair scraping them red.
Crying out, Linda began bucking me, her orgasm arriving like a crashing wave. “Baby, please don’t stop. I’m begging you, don’t stop. Fucking hell!” She screamed between grunts caused by the contractions felt within her core.
Not relenting, I kept moving up and down at the same speed through her orgasm. Her second arrived as the last one ended. Thrashing her head from side to side. “No, too soon. I can’t take it.”
Linda had stopped speaking, her mouth was still moving, eyes sprung wide opened veins bulging in her neck, finally. “Babe, it’s here…shit shit shit, it feels so good. Stop, I can’t take any more.”
Her body still shuttering as I pulled out my red and swollen cock, wet with her juices, making a suction noise as the vacuum was broken. I wasn’t done. Taking the legs by the back of the knees, I folded her in half, pinning her knees by her ears. Partially comatose, Linda didn’t resist. Lining up to the now obscenely gapping hole, lips unfolding to make way for my cock. In one motion I pushed all the way in, slamming into the back wall, slippery fluids flushing out, soaking the both of us and the bed.
With animalistic aggression, I continually plowed my entire length down into her now sloppy pussy, my balls slapping her ass. Each downward stroke pushing air out of her lungs. I continued to push fast withdrawal slowly, changing up the speed at which I fucked the stunning beauty beneath me.
Finally, I felt the familiar tingling of my impending climax, the cock head ballooning even larger. Within a few more strokes it hit, the eruption so big it actually hurt a bit but euphoric none the less. All I could do was grunt after each launch of my cum flooding the tight space, forced out to be added to the ever-growing pool between our bodies.
Linda’s eyes flew open, her hands reaching up between her pinned legs and grabbed hands full of my beard, her mouth wide in a silent scream. The sensation of my ejecting semen deep into her womb had set off her a smaller orgasm. Every muscle going rigid.
Letting go of her legs, they flopped down, no energy left in them. Lifting her over away from the soaked bed sheets, I wrapped myself around her, spooning, knowing I was enough to keep her warm. Completely sedated, I fell into an exhausted sleep, with Linda having already fallen unconscious.
I woke feeling nails scratch lightly along my forearms, realizing our position hadn’t changed since falling asleep.
“Good morning, honey.” I said into her hair that was in my face.
“Why did you do it?” Came the response.
Still in a half conscious fog. “Do what?”
“Throw yourself under the bus.”
“Easy, I want to see where this goes, the two of us. I’m falling for you. You have become all I think about. I knew we couldn’t be together and work for the same company.”
Her nails continued to guide up and down. “I’m listening.”
“I know how much you enjoy the company and the contracting world. You have built an amazing career. The choice wasn’t hard, it had to be me.”
“What will you do now?”
“Go back to school, get my engineering masters, keep the lights on so you can return home after you complete a contract.”
This last part grabbed her attention to where she turned around in my arms to face me, her bright eyes moving back and forth. “What do you mean?”
“I want there to be a place for you to come home to with me waiting by the door.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, eventually running down her face onto the pillow. Her eyes still searching my face. Was she seeking something, meaning sincerity?
“I love you.” Was all she said and went back to sleep with her fingers tangled in my beard.
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