SNIPER 04

I want to dial the Sniper's work number.

I want to feel the twinge of happiness that spurs from punching in those familiar buttons into the number pad.

He'd answer with a puzzled voice, unsure of who would be on the other end. I would hear his mood brighten as he recognized my voice.

He'd ask me how my day is going and I'd tell him that everything's alright. I'd ask him to bring some eggs on his way back home, since we ran out and I forgot to pick some up last time. He'd mock my forgetfulness and tell me that he'd make sure to do it. I'd also suggest he brings home some lube, as I had plans in mind for when he gets home. He'd tell me that he'd have loved to discuss the details had there not been  "some jack-off eavesdropping in the corner". I'd laugh and tell him goodbye, allowing him to curse out the coworkers he hated so much without him feeling guilty for having me hear.

He'd open the door a few hours later and grab my hips right then and there, locking my lips in a tight kiss. He'd pull my pants down and coat the entry to my ass with the new lube he bought (at this point I'd smile and asked him if he remembered to get the eggs; he'd roll his eyes and shut me up with another kiss).

His cock would slide into my ass slowly as my hands form fists on his shirt and I cry out in pleasure. He'd pull me close as I grab onto the table for support as he pounded himself inside of me.


Sweat would pour down both of our bodies as the Sniper increased his tempo, banging the table against the wall with his thrusts. My breathing would become more intense the harder he stimulated my prostate. I'd be on the edge of my orgasm when he thrusts into me one last time, causing us to come in sync with each other.

He'd pull himself out and kiss me long and hard, then toss a small towel my way to clean myself with. I'd nod weakly, not quite fully recovered from the sex, and he'd tell me he's headed upstairs to change out of his uniform.