Crawford Airbase, Texas
‘The meeting is in bldg 82, room 12’ the message buzzes. Air Force Captain Alex Likers gives the device a quick glance while driving, the name Senior Airman Allison Reeves across the top. He’s nearby, so he’s in luck. Alex abruptly parks, hops out, and quickly makes his way into the building, dark aviators shading his eyes.
It’s business as usual on Crawford, busy days blending together in a torrent of flight schedules, travel, and meetings. It never ends. Thankfully, Alex has a means of relief.
“Thank you for joining us, gentlemen,” the commander comments, Alex quickly slinking into his chair as the boss takes notice of Alex’s tardiness. “Let’s begin.”
Airman Reeves slips behind the gentlemen as the room darkens and the slide begins, a simple whisper of ‘Sir,’ as she slides copies in front of Alex.
‘Thanks,’ Alex whispers, removing his glasses and setting them aside. He can’t help it, but the darkness aids in his intentions as he watches Senior Airman Allison Reeves walk away. The fatigues hug her ass wonderfully, a subtle bounce with every step she takes. Her uniform fits very well, the nametape easy to read as it sets on top of beautifully curved breasts. Allison takes her seat, sliding nerdy glasses on her beautiful, round face. With notes in one hand, her phone in the other, she taps away.
Alex’s phone lights up on the table, illuminating his notes;
@Senior_Airman_Allison_Reeves: I touched myself in the shower this morning thinking about you, Sir.
Alex’s eyes widen when he realizes her words as his phone lies on the table, sitting shoulder to shoulder with his peers. He slides his hand on the phone, and slips it down onto his lap. The smirk on Alex’s face is impossible to hide, a quick glance back to Allison as she continues sitting quietly, diligently taking notes as her beautiful brown eyes flick back and forth from the screen to the colonel giving the brief.
Allison is a beauty to behold. The same age as Alex, she serves as his operations specialist back at the unit he commands. She knows all of the ins and outs of how Alex’s unit operates. She also knows the ins and outs of Alex’s mind, his flight suit, and his two-bedroom apartment. Her naturally tan skin glows in the Texas heat, something Alex told himself not to touch, but he simply couldn’t help himself on that late Friday night at work.
Alex makes quick work at tapping away in reply, hoping she doesn’t persist until they both get caught.
@CaptLikers: And you didn’t take a video for me? Shame on you.
The meeting continues in the half-darkness.
@Senior_Airman_Allison_Reeves: You’re right. I guess that just makes me a bad, disobedient girl. Do you need to punish me, Sir?
@CaptLikers: Absolutely. Maybe your punishment will be me NOT letting you cum in my mouth.
An audible little huff of defiance sneaks out of Allison from the corner. Alex can see her shaking her head from the corner of his eye. The thought of rubbing her wet, swollen clit on his open mouth makes her adjust in the seat, a subtle squeak from the leather. She clears her throat, recovering well.
@Senior_Airman_Allison_Reeves: Fuck you. You know that you can’t resist eating my pussy. You go to town on that bitch.
@CaptLikers: Ok. You called my bluff. You know I can’t stay away from her.
@Senior_Airman_Allison_Reeves: Ha! Who’s my bitch!? SAY IT, SIR!!!
Alex shakes his head, a brief display of white teeth under blue eyes. He won’t text back. Allison gives a huff of surprise anyone would have noticed if they were paying attention. If she could scream at his ass – then run up and tackle him on that conference table – she would do it in spirits and stride.
Allison slowly and definitively taps a well-manicured nail against her phone. Once. Twice. Three times. Alex paid for them, by the way. He should know the sound. He can hear her voice in his mind: ‘I’m waiting, Fucker.’
Another minute passes. Alex finally picks up his phone…
@CaptLikers: You know I’m your bitch.
Allison’s cheek presses to one side with a tiny, private smirk of her own, defiant in every way.
@Senior_Airman_Allison_Reeves: Thank you, Daddy. Now, to be absolutely serious, will you please pull my hair tonight? Hard?
@CaptLikers: Yes, Princess. Just wear your pigtails.
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Back in Capt. Liker’s office, Senior Airman Reeves sets copies of the meeting notes on his desk, hearing Alex close and latch the door. Allison is half-bent over his desk, a beautiful thing to witness, taking her time sorting a stack of his folders.
Alex walks up behind her, a hand up the back of her uniform as Allison stands. His hands slide smoothly around her waist, reaching up her blouse to unzip the front. Allison presses her round hips into him, Alex’s lips against her earlobe.
“I want you,” he whispers, feeling Allison’s smile form as he continues a slow kiss behind her ear, down her neck, his hands pulling up her undershirt before greedy hands cup and squeeze a lacy bra, just the thing Alex orders her to wear.
Allison stands firm, her hands working against his hardening cock behind the thin, green flight suit. Alex unzips the front of his suit, feeling her soft hands immediately grip around his hard, throbbing cock.
Alex swings Allison around, taking her mouth into his, greedily sucking on her glossy, lower lip. A whimper escapes Allison as she closes her eyes, both hands working on his thick, rock-hard cock. She jerks furiously, feeling Alex force his hands under her bra, groping her tits like a selfish teenager.
“I’ll pull your hair,” he tells her, taking her tongue into his mouth before sucking on it.
Allison gives it to him, feeling him suck her tongue, her clasped bra attempting to push her tits back into place against Alex’s refusal. “Please,” is all she can get out from Alex’s frustration against her mouth. They’re absolutely ugly, the two of them, both trying to get a quick one out before they have to return to work. It’s a terribly uncoordinated mess, nothing except pent-up frustration that both of them pretend doesn’t exist until they find one another again.
Allison continues her furious jerk on his cock, Alex releasing her mouth before closing his eyes. He touches his forehead to hers, their breathing increasing.
“Who’s your Daddy?” he whispers, looking at her closed eyes, his cock tightening as Allison doesn’t slow down.
“You’re my Daddy,” she whispers in return, feeling Alex’s thick cock pulse in her hand. Hot, wet streams of cum follow, coating Allison’s palm like water.
Alex continues to cum her hand, a defiant smile on Allison’s lips as she looks to him. She catches every drop, feeling Alex twitch against her fingers. She squeezes it out of him, manicured nails light scraping his tight sac.
Alex looks to Allison, his voice void of passion, one of direction that will not be questioned. “Eat it. Now.”
Allison is a good Airman who never questions orders from her commanding officer. With her eyes locked on his, she licks Alex’s warm from her palm, one swallow after the next as Alex helps stick her fingers into her mouth while she sucks and swallows every drop. Allison makes wet, sucking sounds with every finger Alex pulls from her mouth, a passionate favor that absolutely drives Alex up the fucking wall.
Alex touches a kiss to her lips, a loving hand on her cheek. “Now get dressed. I’ll see you tonight, Princess.”
“As always, baby,” Allison says, making herself proper before putting a hand on the door. She turns to him. “And…” she begins, getting Alex’s attention. “Who owns you? Hmm?”
“You do,” Alex tells her. “You know that you own me.”
