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 

    ... then the locker room beyond, and they started changing.

“Thanks for letting me know you were running late, commander was looking for you,” 1Sg Venicelli said, getting his boots out.

“Any reason?” Devon asked, his shoes, shorts and shirt off.

“Dunno. She sounded like she was getting on in heat, but she's like, what? 4 months along, so it can't be that. Maybe something to do with the training slides?” he said, getting his own boots on.

“Huh. Well, no problem Top, I'll check in with her and see what's up,” Miller said, pulling his blouse on and walking away.

He checked himself in the mirror and wiped his closely shorn hair down before walking out and turning right.

As he passed the Relief Room again he heard loud, hard slaps of skin on skin and a “fucking take it!” as his own phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Get in okay?” his wife Phoebe asked.

“Yeah. Just a little late, Top understood,” he sent back.

As he reached his cubicle again and pulled out his CAC he heard the commander's door open.

Devon looked her way over the wall and made eye contact with his 29 year old captain and commander, immediately springing into action.

Her petite, 62 inch, 115 pound frame was in OCPs, but the front of her blouse was undone showing her brown undershirt stretched over stomach, one of her hands was around her growing belly and down her maternity pants, working away.

Her black hair was slightly unkempt even though she'd obviously put it in a bun, and her deep ...
    ... brown eyes were a mixture of wanton lust and knowing desperation.

“Moving!” he said, somewhat running to her.

As soon as he came around the wall her eyes flew to his crotch, her mouth dropping open slightly as she panted and backed into her office.

She went to her desk, neatly organized with a big, flat calendar, a pen holder, and two stacks of paperwork(not to mention her screens and computer), and peeled her maternity pants down, panties with them, and leaned forward, arching her back and exposing her pussy for his cock. She was even flexing her hips, pushing back slightly like a true bitch in heat.

But she was pregnant.

Devon stepped up to her as he undid his own uniform pants, bringing out his impressive 9 inch, black dick, not at full staff but hard enough already to put it in her.

As his rod slid into her hot sheath, her tight hole spasmed around his girth and she came, screaming out like a banshee for the whole HHC to hear. Her legs were shaking as he bottomed out, his cockhead hitting her womb, her hips waiting only a moment before she began fucking herself to a made up rhythm.

“Uh, uh,” CPT Sewigler grunted out, taking his relatively massive meat as her orgasm waned.

“What's- oh shit,” 1SG Venicelli said, coming around the doorway now in uniform and hearing the rutting.

“I know Top, right?” Miller said, holding and thrusting away at their commander's hips. “She's pregnant. This isn't supposed to happen.”

“Fuck,” the first sergeant said, ...
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