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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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col. quaritch + head under the desk during a meeting~

+special cameo enjoy 🫠

• with the kind of relationship you have, he doesn't anticipate it at all

• mid-way through a rather gruelling meeting, surrounded by his colleagues and some especially important superiors, quaritch was already doing his best to remain engaged, active, and most importantly, professional

• although he very much appreciates play time with his sweetheart, he was still a high ranking colonel with both quotas to fill and a reputation to uphold

• therefore, when he'd caught a brief glimpse of your smaller form hidden under the wide, low metal table, he had initially assumed it to be purely mischief

• maybe you'd intended to scare him, but weren't briefed on the meeting that was to take place; being a lab scientist, compared to quaritch's more hardcore job, the expectations and schedules for you were much more flexible

• or perhaps you'd merely lost track of time, and once you saw the camo-clad giants striding into the smaller glass-windowed room, you had no choice but to squirrel away underneath the table, hoping that no one could spot you hiding there

• of course, you'd most definitely been briefed on the upcoming meeting; considering your most recent escapades, it provided the potential for some solid payback. he wasn't anticipating brattiness, but this only made it so much easier to make use of the opportunity

• the last few weeks had spanned some strict edging with no orgasms whatsoever, and once you broke that rule, he'd had no quarry with spanking your ass, pussy and thighs until you were a great many shades of green and purple; voice hoarse from all the moans and squeals he'd teased out of you

• so, having his spread legs right in front of you was a true sight to see. all this opportunity to push back, play against his rules. in public, as much as he liked to readjust his tightened trousers, or swallow thickly in aims to hide his arousal, you knew he was just as whipped at the lewd sights he'd beheld as you were for him

• "OK. So we've already surveyed both the east and specifically north-eastern borders. The Na'vi continue their counter-attacks, but we're ready for that..." quaritch began, continuing about the weaponry and new targets; soon after ending his summations, only for the next marine to take over

• after the initial points were made, quaritch seemed to settle down into the chair. judging from both prior chats about how much he felt the meetings merely detracted from the energy of the soldiers, paired with his lightly swishing tail, you could tell quaritch was getting bored with the meeting

• slowly inching towards his spread legs, you made sure to bow your head extra low so as to avoid any roaming eyes above the table. luckily, the sheer size of the men's legs had quickly blocked out the majority of light, further obscuring you from view

• knowing quaritch could do virtually nothing to stop it, you went straight to work. palming his soft cock deeply with your open hand, you alternated between massaging and some lighter grasps of his growing erection; using your index and middle finger to squeeze his shaft against your thumb to further coax the tell-tale swell of his length

• of course, he noticed the unexpected touches almost immediately; the only betrayal of anything other than a stern, professional expression being his slightly furrowed eyebrows and lips, pulled into a tight line.

• he'd not had the chance to glance down, but knowing the weeks of sexual torture and teasing he'd put you through, he had few doubts in it being anything other than your eager fingers, brashly fondling him under the table. he'd just not considered that you'd be so unabashed, and was already planning the punishments he'd have waiting for you once the meeting was over

• a small surprised huff had escaped his lips once you began undoing his belt and buckle, lightly pinching the zipper, fully unsheathing his now half-hard cock. taking great care, you earnestly grasped his shaft with your right hand, left cupping his balls, eventually letting all of him hang over his pant button and hem

• quaritch had been doing his utmost to pay attention to the words coming out of the mouths of his colleagues; nodding along, little 'mhmm's slipping out to affirm his thoughts, but the warmth of your soft hands paired with the slight chill of the open air, it only hardened him all the more.

• you'd continued on to leaving wet, slobbering trails from the underside of his swollen balls to the tip of his pulsing cock; eagerly taking breaks to suckle on the rim of his bulbous cockhead, as you coaxed out any slight movements of his hips and thighs

• your lips left warm, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft, using your hands to grope and squeeze what you couldn't fit into your mouth; the almost feverish energy apparent from your swift alternations between sloppy suckles and kisses, to tugging him up and down as you fondled his tightening balls

• with all the excess saliva, the wetness soon began to only accentuate the sounds of your lewd movements; quaritch's ears swivelling and keening to the noises he heard, being unable to stop the graphic images of you on your knees, doe-eyed and mouth doing its best to take him in

• he'd soon made up for the noises through strategic coughing, shuffling and louder approving hums; but what started as subtle gyrating into your mouth had since become more overt upwards bucking, and most definitely caught wainfleet's eyes

• little did either of you know, having been sat facing quaritch meant you were sat almost opposite lyle's outstretched thighs. his ears had been eagerly tuned in to the sweet sounds of your slicked up mouth and small gasps;

• his right hand resting under the table, long blue fingers roughly jerking at his cargo-covered erection. he'd had no real interest in you, but the absence of available and attractive female colleagues meant that the mere noises of real, raw sex only further triggered his hyper-aroused state.

• he just hoped that you'd be too caught up in gagging on the colonel's thick cock to notice the darkened patch of clothing sitting top his length, covered in precum at the though of your lips and tongue; likewise, lyle's ever-widening legs, almost instinctually beckoning you to play with his throbbing blue cock and balls.

• all the while, you'd been doing your best to accommodate quaritch's size; the length was struggle enough, but his sheer girth stretched your mouth and throat to its limits. thankfully the abundance of wetness from your spit, alongside the strings of his sticky juices made taking his cock somewhat easier

• nonetheless, you could tell he was getting close now; his hips grinding into the chair in aims to both escape your ministrations, but also avoid giving away the compromising position you two were in

• as he leaned so far back, you took the chance to swallow as much of his length as you could; knowing that once he sat forward again, he'd be almost hilt-deep inside your soft, slicked up mouth

• nodding your head in time with the pulsing of his shaft, you took extra care to grope and squeeze his balls, scooping up the excess wetness from your cock-filled mouth to smear further down between his legs;

• as you continued on, quaritch's toned blue thighs began tightening and flexing in time with your rhythm; what began as droplets were now sticky lengths of precum, dribbling out from his swollen, pink tip

• his face had since contorted into an almost grimace-like expression; mouth downturned, eyes squinted and cheeks sucked in, doing his best to hide the growing orgasm about to ripple through his body

• having had his eyes fixed to the glasses of water in the middle of the table, hoping to only seem deep in concentration rather than deeply aroused, quaritch dared a glance around the table; soon realising that not just one, but two different colleagues had been clocking him for likely half the meeting at least

• fike was definitely sure something what wrong, because quaritch's normally confident interjects and tuts of disapproval hadn't been heard; much of quaritch's fidgeting had gone over the men's heads, but fike had caught the odd looks that slipped past the colonel's firm expression over the hour.

• likewise, lyle's subtle 'noticing' had since escalated to overtly seeing to himself for almost half an hour - getting quick pumps and palms into his hard, leaky cock as best he could; once quaritch and lyle locked eyes, the gig was up, though

• they'd both been well-acquainted with the expression of badly-masked arousal; it wasn't uncommon to catch a soldier seeing to himself in the showers; but knowing that lyle had been getting off to this, to you, had turned what began as disgust-laden irritation into some form of twisted voyeuristic arousal

• luckily the meeting had come to a natural close soon after quaritch had caught the gazes of both the men; his face turning varying shades of shame as his cock pulsed rapidly in time with his quickened heartbeat, and clenching abdomen

• your soft gags were now deep-throated movements, thick 'glug glug glug's taking away any opportunity for the more expressive moans or squeals in anticipation of his hot, heavy load

• as the men all hummed and murmured in agreement, quaritch's orgasm came over him; pretending to grab his jacket from the table, taking extra time to do so, he bucked hard into your mouth, sticky reams spurting out, covering your tongue, lips and cheeks in his cum

• eyebrows frowning, he placed both palms onto the end of the table, gripping as his knuckles turned a lighter shade of blue. a small "aghk-ugk...eh-hem" being all that signalled his release to his suspecting colleagues.

• quaritch successfully covered up any residual sounds of your thick swallows and deepened breaths with some curt coughs; eventually you zipped up his stained front, slipping further back to the other end of the table, now absent of most of the men

• all standing up, only then could quaritch make out your small triumphant smile, but no later did he catch sight of wainfleet; his almost cocky smirk, heavier breaths and the damp patch covering the middle of his trousers, all the way to his mid-thigh.

• it should have bothered him more than it did, but the prospect of lyle getting off to something he could never have? it seemed to counter any rising anger, replacing it with a more fervent form of possessiveness over you; surely that couldn't hurt

hope you enjoyed lovelies ;P

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