dragged them torturously slowly, in and out of me and as I sucked on him, and I started to breathe faster. I swirled my tongue around the silky head of his cock and he picked up his pace, and applied more pressure. I moaned as his thumb circled my clitoris and he pushed and pulled in a come-hither motion with his fingers inside me.
He leaned over me, allowing me to take him deeper into my throat as he brought his left hand over me, and pinched my clitoris and labia between his fingers. With his right hand he began to tease and play with me, I squirmed and groaned as I took him deeper into my throat and his fingers nimbly pleasured me. My pussy was on fire as he played with my clitoris and wiggled my labia simultaneously and when he brought his fingers down to slap my wet clitoris I cried out around his cock. I squeezed my eyes shut when he did it again and I sucked him hungrily, moaning and grinding up on his hand. He slapped me again and again as I ground against him as much as I could, but the twisted coveralls held me tight.
“Look at that wet little pussy quivering. Do you want to come little one?” He asked.
“Yes, please.” I said, and then quickly took him back into my mouth.
Quickly he obliged me, continuing his previous vocation, then slipping his fingers into me and swiftly carrying me over the edge. I sucked on him harder as my muscles clenched around his fingers, I squeezed my knees together, lifting them from the floor slightly just as liquid gushed out of me, he groaned harshly before pouring into my throat in slow bursts.
I walked quickly to the darkened smoke deck after changing my clothes, digging a cigarette out of my pocket as I stepped out into the night air. It was cooler out at night, very comfortable. When I looked up from lighting my cigarette I noticed Cross leaning over the opening that looked out over the water, I stepped up next to him. He didn’t look at me as he took another drag from his cigarette.
“Got the Chief treatment e h?” He asked, blowing the smoke slowly from his lungs.
“What?” I asked him.
“How was it?” He asked turning and propping his elbows of the half wall behind him and looking at me with amusement.
“How did you know?” I whispered.
He took a drag off his cigarette and blew it out while smiling at me. “Chief never wants his office cleaned.” He said his dimples flashing at me.
“I’m sorry.” I said, shaking my head, feeling ashamed.
“Don’t be. You aren’t my property, you do whatever you want.” He said, turning to look out at the water again.
“I want you.” I whispered before I took another drag.
“I know.” He said, winking at me before he smacked my bottom and tossed his cigarette butt out into the water and left the smoke deck.
***
Several days later, in the middle of the night loud clanging bells woke me from a dead sleep, the ship was rocking lightly as I groggily rolled out of my rack and quickly pulled on my coveralls, fire gloves and flash hood before sprinting to the tack number that was being called repeatedly over the ships loud speaker. Johnson was only a couple feet behind me, quickly coming to my side at the bottom of a ladder well and looking over at me, only her eyes showing beneath her gray flash hood.
“What on earth is going on?” She asked as we sprinted across the Galley.
“I have no idea, did he say fuel spill?” I asked her as we dashed past a Chief on swing shift.
He spun to look at us in disbelief before ordering us to stop. It was out of respect for the dead that running was forbidden on this level of the ship, but Damage Control was exempt from this when called away to an emergency situation. I looked back only for a second before we turned down a corridor and heard yelling seconds before we saw the barriers that had already been set up at the scene by the swing shift DC’s. Chief was barking orders as several people were patching a large pipe, labeled JP5 Fuel which had burst suddenly; he
He leaned over me, allowing me to take him deeper into my throat as he brought his left hand over me, and pinched my clitoris and labia between his fingers. With his right hand he began to tease and play with me, I squirmed and groaned as I took him deeper into my throat and his fingers nimbly pleasured me. My pussy was on fire as he played with my clitoris and wiggled my labia simultaneously and when he brought his fingers down to slap my wet clitoris I cried out around his cock. I squeezed my eyes shut when he did it again and I sucked him hungrily, moaning and grinding up on his hand. He slapped me again and again as I ground against him as much as I could, but the twisted coveralls held me tight.
“Look at that wet little pussy quivering. Do you want to come little one?” He asked.
“Yes, please.” I said, and then quickly took him back into my mouth.
Quickly he obliged me, continuing his previous vocation, then slipping his fingers into me and swiftly carrying me over the edge. I sucked on him harder as my muscles clenched around his fingers, I squeezed my knees together, lifting them from the floor slightly just as liquid gushed out of me, he groaned harshly before pouring into my throat in slow bursts.
I walked quickly to the darkened smoke deck after changing my clothes, digging a cigarette out of my pocket as I stepped out into the night air. It was cooler out at night, very comfortable. When I looked up from lighting my cigarette I noticed Cross leaning over the opening that looked out over the water, I stepped up next to him. He didn’t look at me as he took another drag from his cigarette.
“Got the Chief treatment e h?” He asked, blowing the smoke slowly from his lungs.
“What?” I asked him.
“How was it?” He asked turning and propping his elbows of the half wall behind him and looking at me with amusement.
“How did you know?” I whispered.
He took a drag off his cigarette and blew it out while smiling at me. “Chief never wants his office cleaned.” He said his dimples flashing at me.
“I’m sorry.” I said, shaking my head, feeling ashamed.
“Don’t be. You aren’t my property, you do whatever you want.” He said, turning to look out at the water again.
“I want you.” I whispered before I took another drag.
“I know.” He said, winking at me before he smacked my bottom and tossed his cigarette butt out into the water and left the smoke deck.
***
Several days later, in the middle of the night loud clanging bells woke me from a dead sleep, the ship was rocking lightly as I groggily rolled out of my rack and quickly pulled on my coveralls, fire gloves and flash hood before sprinting to the tack number that was being called repeatedly over the ships loud speaker. Johnson was only a couple feet behind me, quickly coming to my side at the bottom of a ladder well and looking over at me, only her eyes showing beneath her gray flash hood.
“What on earth is going on?” She asked as we sprinted across the Galley.
“I have no idea, did he say fuel spill?” I asked her as we dashed past a Chief on swing shift.
He spun to look at us in disbelief before ordering us to stop. It was out of respect for the dead that running was forbidden on this level of the ship, but Damage Control was exempt from this when called away to an emergency situation. I looked back only for a second before we turned down a corridor and heard yelling seconds before we saw the barriers that had already been set up at the scene by the swing shift DC’s. Chief was barking orders as several people were patching a large pipe, labeled JP5 Fuel which had burst suddenly; he
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