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together, my pussy already tightening as he began to push himself up and down to fuck my mouth. I took him deep, eager to swallow what he had to give me and go back to my colleagues with a bellyful of spunk, only for him to suddenly grab his shaft and my face, squeezing my cheeks together to force me to hold my mouth open as he pushed his cock down, aiming right at my face and jerking furiously hard on his shaft.
    He came, an awful thing to do to a woman, holding her mouth open to deliberately spunk in it, and just the sort of thing I like. As jet after jet of thick white come erupted into my open mouth and over my nose and chin, I was coming myself, in a long sweet orgasm that lasted even beyond his, to leave me sitting back with my mouth wide open to show off the sticky pool on my tongue as I finished myself off.

Chapter Six
    I thanked him afterwards, while he was trying to apologise for being so dirty with me, assuring him that I was fine and that he could definitely take me out on Sunday. There was still a reasonable amount of time to get to the office, so I made very sure I was decent before leaving him with a lingering kiss. As I walked away, it was hard to stop myself singing aloud. I’d now got two dates, while I’d more than made up for the cowardice I’d shown before. Much more than made up for it in fact, so much more that I knew I ought to be thoroughly ashamed of myself for my behaviour. A man had asked me out on a date, a polite well-educated man, and in response I’d offered to suck his cock, done it and then thanked him for holding my mouth open and spunking in it.
    That was hardly ladylike behaviour, any more than his had been gentlemanly, which made me wonder what else he might have in store for me, a thought that kept the smile painted firmly on my face all the way back to the building. I was a few minutes early, but quite a few of my colleagues were already there, gathered around in little groups, men and women apart, laughing together or discussing their tactics. The men looked altogether too confident and too serious for my liking, each and every one of them in full camouflage gear, many with their own guns, helmets, goggles and other gear.
    My own, female team weren’t nearly as well turned out, mostly in clothes designed for look rather than function and very few with their own gear. Stacey was the exception, done up as if she was about to go into combat for real, and I made straight for where she was standing with her fellow NCOs. I was full of confidence after what had happened earlier, and determined to do my best to play my role, especially with Mr Scott lingering by the coffee machine in his reflective referee’s vest. Stacey did a wonderful double take as she saw my uniform. I returned a salute and did my best to attempt a military manner as I addressed her. ‘Sergeant Atkinson, are we all ready?’
    ‘Er … yes, Miss Salisbury.’
    ‘That’s Lieutenant Salisbury to you, for today, or Ma’am will do.’
    She gave me a filthy look, which I ignored as I carried on talking. ‘We look like the weaker team, but I aim to take advantage of that. They’re sure to push forward, probably leaving only a handful of people behind to guard their flag. That’s why I’m going to keep nearly all of us back while only a few of us go forward, very wide, so that we can come around behind them. With any luck they’ll be overconfident and easy to pick off, so that we can hold them at least until our forward group has managed to get through their defences to the flag. Any questions?’
    Stacey raised a finger. ‘With respect, Miss Salisbury … Lieutenant, you should let me do this.’
    ‘What do you suggest then?’
    ‘Your way, most of us will be bunched up in a group. They’ll just rush us, coming in low and fast on all sides, so they’ll take some hits but one or two are sure to get through. They’ll have our flag before your forward group is anywhere near theirs. We’d be better off