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Fantasy
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Fantasy I wrote this for a former boss who I used to flirt; with who wanted to know what I fantasized about happening between us. You call me on the radio and tell me to come down to the first floor. So I turn over my unit and hop on the elevator. God I am so exhausted, I can’t imagine what else you want me to do today. I feel like I’ve run a marathon and only came in 13th place. I find you in the restraint room. You tell me that with all the stuff that happened tonight you need a little help getting the reports written and that tomorrow’s roster needs to be made. Happy to be able to get off my feet for a while I practically run to the office. Thank God, the perfect end to my night. I cannot believe how things go crazy when there’s only one supervisor on shift. So I get down to business, I start writing the report on the fight in 6C. I hear you come in, and I rattle off a few questions about details. So you come and read over my shoulder. I barely register your answers, I’m lost in the thought of being locked in a dark quiet place with you having your way with me. Suddenly, you walk into the rear office. I just grasped the fact you told me you needed to call the Major. You make your call and I get back to typing. After about twenty minutes I get the report and the roster finished; I print copies and take them to you as you finish your phone call. You thank me and I turn to go. “Sit down, I wanted to talk to you about what you told me the other day,” you tell me. “Did you decide that you’re going to take some action?” I question as I take a seat across from you. You get up and go to close the door to the office. You stand behind my chair. “I can’t believe that you would take such a huge risk for such a small satisfaction.” “I wish I could go back and change, I wish there was something I can do.” “Well you can’t change it, what’s done is done,” you say. A little ball of fear knots in my stomach. “Are you going to tell someone, I can’t blame you if you did? I just need to know what’s going to happen.” “Of course I’m not going to tell anyone,” you assure me. “But I figure if you’re willing to take one risk, you’ll probably be willing to go further and take another.” “I think I’ve learned my lesson, nothings worth risking the damage that could do to my life or my reputation.” I feel my chair rock just a little as you lay your hands on the headrest. I start to squirm just a little in my chair. “That’s not the risk I was thinking of.” “Well what exactly is it that you are thinking of?” I inquire. I noticed that the tone of your voice has changed but I can’t figure exactly why. It quickly becomes apparent as your hands slide from headrest to my shoulders, down into my low cut shirt. “Oh I see,” instantly aware. “You know that this qualifies as sexual harassment, right?” “Its not like you don’t want it,” bending to whisper in my ear, “ I know you wear this shirt everyday for my benefit, hoping I’ll take a peek and do exactly what I’m doing now.” I’m getting wetter and wetter from the deft manipulation of my nipples. I’m not ready to give you the satisfaction of knowing I’m enjoying this. My eyes glitter deviously, at being figured out, and I manage my best indignant retort. “Maybe I just like showing off my best assets, I just do it for myself and no one else; least of all you.” Unimpressed, you simply reply, “Bullshit!” You come around my chair. I take note of the tension in your pants. My mouth some how manages to water and go dry from wanting to have you in my mouth. Realizing that I’m paying far too much attention, I start to get up to leave. “Well I need to get back up stairs to my unit, don’t want them to start bitching.” You make sure that I can’t get out of my seat. Your eyes seem to darken and you say, “You saw something you wanted and I am going to make sure you get exactly what it is you want.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, you’ve had a long day and I think its starting to cloud your powers of percep…..” “…You talk to damn much, I’ve been looking for a way to shut you up for months now and I’ve got the perfect answer.” You undo your pants and pull me forward. I slide my greedy mouth down your cock. I feel these little electrical pulses in my pussy, as I think about having you sliding in me as nicely as you’re sliding in my mouth. I delight in hearing you moan as my tongue ring massages you at the base. I scoot to the edge of the chair so I have full range to get you all the way down my throat. I feel your hands fist in my hair and you mumble something about hidden talents. I pull back to toy with the tip of your cock and I look you deep in the eyes. I don’t think you can see me anymore since you’re lost in the sensation of my warm wet mouth. I see something in you snap, your fingers tighten in my hair, and you push me down to deep throat you again and again. I moan as I drink in the taste and smell of you. Suddenly you yank my head back and I assume that you’ve changed your mind; or maybe you are just toying with me again. Instead of buttoning up you pull me up out of my chair. You turn me around and bend me over the table. I’m barely able to contain my excitement of finally getting what I’ve been wet over for all this time. We fumble to get my pants undone. As they slide down around my boots, you express your surprise at the lacy white thong I’m wearing. Although a bit restricted by my pants around my ankles I spread wide for you to have full access. You slide your fingers past my thong and begin to toy with my clit. Your hands busy under my shirt teasing my nipples. “Isn’t this better than a simple kiss, “you whisper in my ear, “less risk but a lot more fun.” With my brain lost in a fog, I can barely moan that I’m cumming. You slide your fingers inside me, making me cum even harder. So hard not to scream but somewhere in the haze I remember where I am. I slap my palms on the desk to keep my falling as my knees threaten to buckle. As the shockwaves subside, you slide your cum soaked fingers into my mouth and I happily lick them clean. Grabbing my hips, you lever your hips behind me. You slowly slide your cock, which is even harder now, into my wet swollen pussy. You hit bottom and just as you pull back ready to thrust again…. “Officer, needs assistance 5A, Officer needs assistance 5A.” The tin voice of the panic alarm chimes. Frozen in mid thrust, “Shit, we’ll finish this later.” With that, you pull yourself together and take off for the swing elevator. As I get my pants buttoned and straighten my appearance, I wonder….when will later come. Hopefully soon… |
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2/6/2008 5:02 am |
very nice love reading your blog
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