1. Freeuse 04: Reporting Late


    Date: 9/28/2023, Categories: Fantasy Black, Consensual Sex Exhibitionism Hardcore Interracial, Job/Place-of-work Male/Female Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnant, Author: Coyote Howard, Source: sexstories.com 

    Freeuse 04: Reporting Late

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This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any coincidental resemblance to actual places or persons is just that, coincidence. Copyright 2024, Coyote Howard.

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Devon walked into the shop at 0703, finding it seemingly deserted.

With the weather at JBLM he'd run late, but during this season that wasn't uncommon, and 1SG Venicelli was an understanding man.

“Copy,” the text response from his immediate supervisor had said roughly 10 minutes prior.

His shop was one of 3 administrative sections within the unit, the others being supply and CBRN. But he was the Training NCO, with two subordinates beneath him.

Sergeant Hicks was a relatively new NCO, grown from within the unit. He was a thin white man, newly married to his longtime girlfriend from Ohio. He'd knocked her up over the summer holiday and they'd just recently been married back home in January.

Specialist Demarco was a newly minted SPC, and while officially she wasn't much of a standout, everyone knew why she'd been promoted below the zone.

The other shop in their temporary building, a double wide trailer really, was the Orderly Room, consisting of 3 more soldiers: SSG Yorn, SGT Fowler, and SPC Rodriguez. 2 females and 1 male, respectively.

“Relief Room” was in official lettering on official nameplate material, slid into the official holder, just down from the women's restroom door, and probably at one time had been used as a first sergeants office, maybe an XO ...
    ... or other lieutenant's office.

Now though, as Staff Sergeant Devon Miller went past, he could hear the distinct sounds of fucking, specifically what sounded like the First Sergeant’s black voice grunting that he was cumming, flesh slapping, and SPC Demarcos's short, sharp, contented squeals.

He kept walking though, hearing a second male voice for a moment, and went to his cubicle. Setting down his things he popped his head up and saw both 1SG Venicelli and Captain Sewigler's lights on, though the CPTs door was shut.

He took off his sweatshirt and put it in his gym bag for later, going back towards the front door where the male locker room was located.

As he went past the Relief Room, the door opened and 1SG came out, breathless and finishing putting his PT shirt back on.

“Oh hey Miller,” he said, turning to go into the male latrine as well.

Devon spied the inside of the room as he went past, filled with merely a table and a chair, both standard military fake wood veneer.

SPC Demarco was in her OCPs, but her uniform pants were down her pale white legs to her ankles, some kind of turquoise panties with them, her uniform blouse and undershirt bunched up to her ribs, and she was kneeling on the chair, facing the wall.

Her elbows were on the seat back, her knees on the seat bottom, and SGT Hicks was just stepping up to her freshly ravaged pussy, her green eyes rolling back as the white, average cock slid up into her canal.

1SG and he went into the latrine, ...
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