Protecting Dallas

Oh my GOD!

All the breath was sucked from my lungs as I felt him go off, shooting long, heavy jets of hot semen directly into my ass. It was warm and sticky. Totally nasty, dirty and forbidden.

And somehow I loved it.

It was incredibly filthy, being filled up like this. Laying there pushed face-first into the pillow, as my lover held his cock pressed against me… filling my ass with his boiling hot seed.

What. The. Fuck.

Maddox continued stroking himself, draining his balls completely. Pumping until he was finished, at which point he broke the seal between my ass and the tip of his cock.

He grunted in satisfaction before rolling over, leaving me used and trembling. I was in the same position I’d been in when he woke me up… only now, a steady stream of warm come was leaking from my asshole.

I drifted off, staring into the budding dawn. Wondering how we’d ever get up to face the day, or whether we could draw the curtains and sleep through it all warm and cocooned and nestled together.

The wetness continued dribbling out from behind, running down my warm, aching pussy. I closed my eyes, relishing in the moment.

It was by far the hottest thing anyone had ever done to me.

Forty-Three

AUSTIN

We walked through a light rain, past what could’ve been offices, or barracks or anything else. The base was hodgepodge of old and new. Of modern, more recent structures as well as existing brick and cement buildings.

“There’s a gazebo up here,” said the man we were following. “We can talk there.”

Chief Petty Officer Woodward was a short, squat man, with the underlying frame of someone more powerfully built in youth. He wore his thinning hair proudly, in a style he wasn’t trying to hide. He also walked faster than most men I knew with legs twice as long.

Maddox was dragging his ass, which was funny to me. I would’ve laughed at him, but I was dragging ass too. We were both exhausted, both totally worn out from our activities of the past two nights. We’d also grown used to sleeping through the first half of the day and partying all night long.

But hey, it was Mardi Gras.

“Okay,” said Woodward, finally arriving at our destination. “We can talk freely here.”

The US Naval Biodynamics Laboratory had been around since the early 1970’s, mostly as a medical research facility. It was partially converted in the 90’s to accommodate other Naval offices, including the ones where Woodward was in charge.

Right now were in an old gazebo, standing defiantly upright even if at a slightly crooked angle. Once, a long time ago, it was would’ve very pretty. At the moment however, it was sorely neglected. More paint than wood by this point.

“If you’re going to tell us your office is bugged…” started Maddox.

“Want me to be honest?” asked Woodward. “Who the fuck knows? These days I don’t trust anyone. I’m just putting in the rest of my time, finishing out my thirty-five.”

He shrugged, leaning back against one of the old wooden railings. But not before testing it out with his hand first.

“There’s a lot of creepy shit going on,” Woodward said. “People in places they shouldn’t be. Sudden promotions, even faster demotions. People pulling rank out of the clear blue sky.”

He scanned around, glancing over both shoulders. It wasn’t exactly a nervous look, but it wasn’t a good one either.

“Long story short, I wouldn’t even be doing this, except in person. And I wouldn’t be doing it with anyone except people I knew were good.”

Maddox scratched his head. “And, uh… how do you know we’re good?”

“Because Winters vouched for you,” Woodward said firmly. “And Winters was as solid as they fucking come.”

A long moment of silence and respect passed between us. An unspoken pause between soldiers.

Eventually the old veteran pulled something from his pocket and thumped it hard several times against his thumb. He opened the green container and took out a pinch of rich, black tobacco.