Date: Wed, 05 Jun 2002 07:58:05 -0400 From: Mike Kliewer Subject: Office Fun Office Fun Michael Kliewer bearly1dawg@hotmail.com (No part of this story may be reproduced, cut, pasted, or otherwise transmitted without my express permission. This story involves unsafe sex, and military personnel) I know everyone has fantasized about sex in the office, but very few of us ever have had that fantasy fulfilled. I am the exception. Not only would this be office sex, but office sex with a military officer. I would be killing two birds with one stone. Several years ago, I was a government employee working at a military installation in Maryland. The office I worked for was a major organization, and therefore had military personnel coming and going all the time. The parade of uniformed ass that passed by my desk was amazing. I generally had a hard on most of the time, which in suit pants is not easy to hide. Many times I would come home, and as soon as I got undressed, jerked off to the visual memories of some hot man in Army green. This particular situation was something I could never have dreamed of in a million years. It happened so naturally, so spontaneously, that initially I doubted the circumstances. I guess I should give you a little description of me, to help you out here. I stand 5'10", 170, with short dark hair, goatee, and a pretty nice build. Would not classify myself as buff or anything, but complaints I have never received. My position at the time was as Administrative Support to the Director of the project. That meant that I was usually the first person anyone saw as they came into the office. Nice for me, as it got me up close and friendly with many a hot man. At any rate, this particular day, we had a Major coming in from Hawaii for a meeting. I was super busy getting documentation ready for some heavy congressional stuff, and so my mind was occupied most of the time. He came in very early that morning as I recall, and I was struck his poster-boy looks. He stood about 6', about my weight, but build like a brick shithouse. He introduced himself, with a brilliant smile, and green eyes that pierced your soul. His dark hair was cut regulation, and the uniform fit him as if he had it tailored. Not one to generally cruise during the job, I kept my dick under control, and my lust. Directed him to his destination, and hoped he had a successful meeting. He just smiled back, and for a split second I thought I felt him scope me out. Again, I was so busy; I just thought it my imagination. We all are aware of the "Don't ask, Don't tell" policy the military has, and certainly once you have attained a certain rank you figure, discretion, if not total abatement of sexual overtures would be correct. Well, I was wrong. It was getting close to quitting time for most of the people at the office, but unfortunately my responsibilities were time sensitive, and I was going to have to work overtime. Not a usual thing for me, but sometimes a necessary. I was busy typing away, and trying to get finished, when I felt a presence at my back. As I turned my head, there stood the uniformed wet dream. He smiled, and asked if there were someplace he could change before going to the gym. He said that he liked to keep his work out schedule steady even if on the road, and was planning on using the post gym. I directed him to the men's room on the ground floor, and said that if he needed anything that I would be at my desk. He smiled, thanked me for my help, and disappeared. Somewhere in my head, bells were ringing at this point. All my senses told me that there was more to this scenario than I was recognizing. Of course I was thinking this was all wishful thinking and that he couldn't possibly be interested, or even if he were he wouldn't do anything about it. Again, I was wrong. A few minutes later he reappears, now wearing a silk running suit, with a white tank top underneath. This gives me a more than interesting view of both his crotch and his nicely developed chest. Although I am certain he is very hairy, his chest hair was closely cropped to leave only the subtlest of hints. He sat his bag down and asked if he might use my phone to make a call to a buddy he was meeting later. Of course I obliged. Now you have to visualize that I am sitting at what is called a receptionist desk. There is an elongated top that curves and connects to another modular piece. I was closer to the opening of the desk, and my phone was located right at the curve. The Major moved in behind me and then to my surprised, straddled the desk, legs wide apart, and adjusted himself. He then proceeded to make his call. As he does this eyes cannot help but look. I assess the obvious bulge in his pants, and noticing that none of these moves are done out of accident. He stares directly into my eyes and makes it perfectly clear his intentions. At this point my heart is racing a hundred miles a minute, my palms are sweating, and my mind is shouting, "This can't be happening!" But of course it is. I decide to play along and see just how far this hunk is willing to take this game. I look directly into his eyes, and excuse myself. He gets very nervous and asks, "Where are you going?" "Oh, I am just going to the men's room, you can stay here no one else is in the building, and I have already locked the doors". I walk down the hallway, I can feel his eyes follow me, and instinctively know that he will follow me. I reach the men's room, walk up to the urinal closest to the stalls, pull out my semi hard cock, and wait. Sure enough, not two minutes later he is walking into the men's room. The men's room is a small space, and therefore the stalls are on the back wall, with the urinals on the adjacent walls. It is surprisingly configured for cruising, as you can sit in the stalls, and be able to see who is at the urinals, and what there cocks look like through the cracks in the door assembly. I stood there, slowly stroking my cock to full hardness. I could tell that he was straining to look through the crack in the door, and knew that I had him. I boldly said, "Why don't you come out here where you can get a closer look at my cock?" I was nervous as hell. Not only was I playing at work, but with an Army Major. If caught we both would be in some MAJOR trouble. But the scenario was too hot, and I was lusting for a taste of this man. He quickly came out of the stall and stood next to me. I turned toward him, and he immediately fell to his knees. Then much to my amazement he pulls out a bottle of poppers. The man was certainly ready for this one. He took a long snort of the amyl, and then proceeded to swallow my hard cock. He was hungry for it. He deep throated by 7" quickly, and was a man possessed. His warm mouth felt great, and the eagerness of his actions, made my cock twitched. I moaned appreciatively, and put my hands on the back of his head. I was intent on fucking his mouth, and his ass. I began a steady rhythm that he quickly fell into pace with. His hot mouth, slobbered my cock with hot spit, and he groaned with each deep thrust. The Major then pulled away and took another hit off the popper bottle, and then turned my around. I pushed my pants down to give him access to my ass. He sniffed my hole through my white jockeys, and buried his nose in my ass. He then proceeded to bite my cheeks lightly through the cotton fabric. His hands moved up the elastic bands, and tugged down on my underwear. As the garment passed over my bubble butt, he started to lick my crack. Once passed my cheeks, he spread my globes, and started to lick my sweaty crack deeper. As his tongue flit across my tender hole, I shivered with anticipation. He urgently went about sucking, licking, and deep tonguing my hole. I moaned, and demanded he go deeper. I wanted his rough tongue as far up my hole as he could get it. I wanted him to taste me, the men he wanted. This urgent eating of my ass, was making me harder, and starting to leak with anticipation. I turned around and shoved my cock back into his waiting mouth. His face was covered with sweat, and ass. During this time he apparently had pulled his cock out of his pants, and was furiously stroking it. I wanted to taste that hard soldier cock. I made him get up and I then put myself in a squatting position so that I could suck his dick. He was about my length, but far more thick. I swallowed that soldier cock and made sure I got his weapon in my throat. I licked at his piss slit and could taste his precum. It was sweet and thick, and I wanted more, but not until after I had conquered his ass. From the moment I realized he wanted me, I knew I had to fuck him. There is something very erotic about fucking a man of rank. To dominate a man that has responsibility, power, and strength. I love making that man submit to his needs, and my cock. All the while I was sucking his cock I was pulling his pants down. Once to his knees my index finger quickly found its target. I sucked it into my mouth to lube it up and without ceremony, began to push it into his warm hole. I experienced little resistance to my intrusion, and proceeded to assault his ass with another finger. Once I had three fingers easily passing through his sphincter I knew he was ready. Taking charge of the situation I ordered him into the stall. There I had him bend over the toilet bowl, with his hands on the toilet seat. I pushed his pants down to his ankles, and admired the view. His ass was hard muscled and ready. I squatted down again, pulled his cheeks apart and allowed him to feel my hot breath on his waiting hole. I sucked his hole, tongued it deep, and spit lubed that entrance. I then got into position, and pushed my hard cock head into his hole. He groaned in pleasure, and pain, as my cock pierced his ass. It was an intrusion, one he wanted, but needed to relax into. I allowed him a few seconds to become accustomed to my dick, and then slowly began to fuck him. I grabbed his hips and thrust deeply into him. He yelled in pain, but wanted more. "FUCK ME" he whispered. I ordered him to say it louder. "FUCK ME SIR" he said in his best obedient voice. The sound of his submission just made me harder, and crueler. I began to assault his hole with vengeance. I no longer cared for his comfort, but more for his domination. I wanted to possess this man. I fucked him for what seemed like hours. I thrust my hard cock into his wanting hole, with all my effort. All the time he was face down in the toilet. The scent I am certain was a nice mixture with the amyl he continued to snort. His whole body reacted, and pushed against me with each assault. The muscled hole gripped against my cock, sucking it in deep, and massaging it to orgasm. I could feel my balls tighten and knew it would not be long before I flooded his military guts with all my man juice. I asked him if he wanted my cum. did he want me to breed his ass? He assented. "FUCKING MAKE ME YOUR WHORE HOLE!" he demanded. With that I increased my pace, thrust deeper into him and let my juice coat his anal canal. The force of my orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The intensity was staggering and I seemed to spurt lobs and lobs of sperm into this man. Finally spent I pulled out of his worn hole. He immediately turned around and stuck my cock into his mouth to clean it off. He wanted to taste his own ass, and my cum mixed. He sucked my tender dick, with gentleness, and with passion. As he did so he continued to stroke his hard cock. Then suddenly, with a shudder, he shot his load on the tiled floor. For more than a few minutes his body rocked, as his orgasm spent. He never took my cock out of his mouth the entire time. We both were spent, but like most military guys, a wave of guilt, concern, and fear washed over his face. He quickly got up, got dressed, and departed the men's room. When I got upstairs, he had assembled his clothes, got his bag, and was waiting nervously. "I hope that you can be trusted not to speak of this", he said. I look astonished. "Of course, this was something between you and me, and I will never let anyone know". That seemed to reassure him and he left. I stayed another 30 minutes to conclude my work, but have to admit being distracted. The scene had been powerful, intense, and wonderful. It would be a fantasy fulfilled.