Lunch Hour Loving

The following story is dedicated to the SGT. I promise to be quieter next time! 


Fungirl’s Content Warning:

 The following story was written for entertainment purposes only. It is a fictional work (or is it? LOL you decide!!!) derived from the mind of the writer and in no way should be taken as a factual account of any past or planned event. Anyone mentioned in this story is done so in a fictional fashion. Any names used are purely coincidental and does not mean that the characters have any life outside the writer’s imagination. 

The following story may contain graphic sex and/or extreme violence and is NOT suitable for anyone under 18 and may not be suitable for some adults.  I strongly advise you to only read what you are personally comfortable with. I will not feel personally responsible for any discomfort you feel after reading my post since I have given you ample warning to its content. Once again the following post is meant to be read by extremely mature audiences capable of making consensual decisions. If this is not you please stop reading immediately.




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He picked me up for our lunch date at 12 noon just as he does every weekday but today he has other plans and he pulls into the mall instead of the park.  He was looking good in his uniform, looking professional, immaculately clean, and pressed as always.  I don’t know what it is, but I am attracted to this man in uniform and even though we spend many hours together that flame never seems to die and the tease in me seems to automatically come out and I began to flirt with him instantly. I jokingly ask him if we are going to make out in a bathroom stall. He just smiled and replied, “you will see.”  He led me to the Men’s department and told me to pick out a few pairs of trousers to try on. I obediently obeyed.  A sales associate approached to see if he could help.  He waved him off saying, “We will find you when we are ready to make a purchase. I will need a tape measure however.”  He knew exactly how to buttons and I could feel the hot sweet wetness begin to run down my thighs. All I did was smile as he led me back to the dressing room and closed the door behind us.  He had a devious smile on his face as I began to remove the first pair of trousers from the hanger to hand them to him.

He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I looked up at him as soon as my knees hit the bare wood floor. He was already unzipping his pants. I love when he takes control and I was certainly about to lose control of this situation I thought to myself as I looked up at him and his gorgeous hard **** twitching at me. In what seemed to be a reflex I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my breasts up and over the lace of my bra. My nipples were probably as hard his **** but I was afraid to look down and realize that I was just dreaming again.  “Very nice baby”, he said as he squeezed my breasts. “Now measure this”, he said as he grabbed a hold of his ****. I did exactly that. I measured 7.5 inches from the base to his head. Then I measured the circumference, a thick 7 inches of MMM MMM good ****.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me to his **** hard. As I was forced to lean in towards his crotch, he gave me another instruction,” Now suck this!” he said shoving his **** in my mouth.  I started by licking across his balls with my wet, wanting tongue; they were salty from his sweat and heavy on my lips. By now he was leaning on the wall, tilting his hips to move his **** closer to my face. I flattened my tongue and ran it up the underside of his thick hard shaft.  His taste, his smell, the feel of his hardness all turned me on, but one thought added to stimulation, the idea that I may be overheard or caught. Was it possible that people were walking by and hearing our moans? Would we be caught?  Would we be arrested?  What if there are cameras in this dressing room and some security guard is watching behind that mirror?  What would I tell Bluebie when I have to call to get her to bail me out?  Why the hell am I thinking of Bluebie in this moment? I let that thought escape my mind and went to concentrating on the hot hard meat that had just slid between my lips. My tongue swirled around his **** as my lips wrapped his shaft like a leather glove. He almost moaned out, but caught himself. As I took more of him into my mouth I held his balls in my hands, amazed at their tightness and weight. I could feel him pulsate and thicken in my mouth. He thrust more deeply and I felt the head hit the back of my throat. For a moment my gag reflex took over as I wasn’t expecting it but then I started lapping like a hungry kitten lapping milk. I wanted that hot cream of his in my throat, on my face, and in my hair. I began to bob on his **** and let him **** my face. Once that happened there was no turning back. I looked up at him again, nodded, and started to hum on his ****. He held my face down on his **** so deeply that his balls were pushed against my chin.

Then I felt that special twitch, you know the one -that twitch when you know he is going to explode in an instant, hard and thick inside your mouth. A second later I was fed with hot his hot cream deep in my throat. I lapped up my prize, not missing a drop. I looked up at him as I swallowed it all with a huge smile on my face and a twinkle in my eye. He smiled back at me and gently pulled out of my mouth.

He didn’t say a word. He put his hands on my shoulders and we took a few steps to the dressing room bench. He placed me sitting on my *** on it. I knew better than to protest.  He owns me and this was what he wanted so I went along with him. He quickly flipped my skirt up, exposing my swollen aching wet *****. He slid his **** down my body and right into my wet *****, nice and deep with no pause. I took a breath and his thumb began working my **** as he pulled one leg up and over his shoulder and he ****** me deep, hard and senseless. I came, hard, hissing “ffuucckk Sergeant that was rocking” under my breath so the people outside the dressing room wouldn’t hear me. Back arched, eyes meeting his, heart pounding… I came over and over again. I don't know how many times I came because I lost count but I do know that it was one of the hottest sexual experiences I have ever had.



fungirlmmm fungirlmmm
46-50, F
31 Responses Mar 20, 2010

:) I have been writing since I was 14 years old SM so I had a head start on you. hehe!

Oh I am much more than an admirer. i am a freaking groupie when it comes to the SGT. I wanna rip that uniform off every chance I get. Well maybe not rip because I like to put it around me. MMM

Very nice!!! I loved the looks I got when in my uniform, but have to say something like this never happened to me from one of my admirers :)

Thanks! same to you sir.

Thank you sir,. I appreciate it.


You are welcome.

Wow, hot story. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing -:)

I think I have read it 3 times now fungirlmmm.. and loved it every time. Thanks for sharing!!

Great story FG. I could feel myself on the receiving end of that. I guess because I used to wear a blue uniform. I've done it in several different places while in uniform, but never in a dressing room.

Ummmmmmmm!!!!! Great story FG!! :-)

Very Hott....<br />
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What a lunch hour.....Loved it !!

You know I would have come bail you out in a second, girl. No need to think about it. Actually, please don't think about it. lol

((hugs back))

I'm happy for you fungirl that you have such positivity in your life and that you are in a good place right now. Hugs hon.

Hehe. He does seem to bring that side back out of me. It is amazing to feel this way and to bee of the me. I am thinking back to one of the first stories that you wrote.. it had to do with being positive and getting what you wish for, and positive attracts positive. I realize that he has brought out the positive in me because he has given me hope. Good things just keep happening.

that was a very hot story fungirl ... one of your naughtiest!!

Thanks sweetie.

Thanks hammer. gnite.

LMAO!!!! spitting is not ladylike of course lol.

Thank you rocket.

You are doubly bad. It is rude to spit. At least if you were raised in the South.

I dig chicks who swallow :)

Dead man, LMAO you are so bad, most wrestlers love violence. lol. I have that there for when I write about rough sex. You know I love it when it gets rough lol.

You are welcome. I love to share with people and to read their stories as well. I am waiting on your story here.

Hhhmm my wife and I share lunch hour lovin often...thanks for sharing your great stories

You are making me blush and coming from someone who has gotten to know Jaycee and not just fungirl your comments mean so much to me.

To repeat myself, your guy has a really wonderful lady.

LOL the best kind. Calorie free.

Cool. I went through a period of deletion myself.

Thanks PD. I am glad you enjoyed.