Bawdy Tales of Old London Town part 1
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Bunnie Tales: Riding Mr. Ed free porn video
“Your face rook Ed Zachary rike your face.”
Behind her, CWO4 Davis laughed and almost spilled his fresh cup of coffee.
Now, if you know anything about the military, the US Navy specifically, you’ll know they take their coffee serious. Not a day will go by when a senior member of the military won’t have their forefinger entwined in their cup. When I served, we had a term for these guys: LIFER. Lazy – Inefficient – Fuck-off - Expecting - Retirement. Mr. Davis wasn’t one of them; he really was a good man.
As for the coffee, well I can tell you from personal experience the Navy should get all the credit for Starpukes. I swear Alfred Peet got his recipe there. A Lifer liked it strong, thick, and hot. There were times I wondered if the coffee made itself. There were… but I digress.
“Now look what you’ve done. You done made my boss almost spill hot coffee in his lap.” The young lady growled at me, spinning around in her chair.
She started to rise from her chair, but Mr. Davis quickly stopped her.
“No spill, Bunnie. It’s all good.”
My eyes rose ever so slightly.
“Bunnie? Boss, did you just call her a rabbit?” I queried, with a grin and a wink.
“That’s my name. You got a problem with it?” She was feisty and it was apparent she wasn’t going to take shit from anyone.
I took a good look at Bunnie. Notwithstanding the dungaree uniform she was wearing, she looked quite pretty. Her brunette hair was pinned in a bun, yet it was obviously abundant and wavy. Her green eyes were shining, almost daring me to look her up and down, and I might have if she had been standing. As it was, sitting in her rolling chair, she appeared to be roughly 5’ 3” and around 125 pounds. Nice curves, if a little on the small side – chest speaking, of course. I mean, duh… I am a man. What else would I be looking at?
“Seriously? If my parents had named me after a soft, fluffy rabbit, I’d have slapped them silly.” I snickered at my comment.
“Fuck you and the white horse you rode in on,” she snapped.
“Let’s go,” I quickly replied. “I’m ready, though I’m not sure about Mr. Ed.”
This caused Mr. Davis to actually spit some of his coffee out. Trying to quickly keep the hot liquid from spilling into his lap, he jumped up, laid the coffee cup on his desk, and sputtered, “Robie, may I introduce Seaman Elaine White – aka Bunnie. She’s my new Division Admin.”
“She’s so cute, too. All soft and fluffy. Does she enjoy cuddling?” I asked.
“You’ll never know!” was her sharp retort.
“Never say never. You may rue the day you have to eat those words.”
*
Right after returning from lunch, I went back to the Division Office. I told myself I needed to speak to Mr. Davis about a personnel issue, but I used it as an excuse. It was my intention to apologize to Bunnie for my statements earlier in the day.
“Excuse me Seaman White, but is…”
“You’re back again? What is it this time, you want to check out my cottontail?” she snipped.
“Put that way, yes. Yes, I do.” I retorted. “As a matter of fact Bunnie, why don’t you stand up and show me now.”
Shaking her head as if clearing a thought, she stood and came around the desk to stand in front of me. It was as if she was going to give me a lecture. Looking down into her eyes, I sensed something else, something mischievous. There was a twinkle, a glimmer of delight. ‘Would she?’ I asked myself.
Barely thirty seconds after I uttered those words, she spun around, unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, lowered her zipper, and as she was bending over, she lowered them and wiggled her ass. Holy flirking bat smoke – she was commando and I was staring at the finest ass I had seen in a long time.
I just had to; there was no sense in not. I reared back with my right hand and connected with her right cheek. SMACK! I rapidly followed with my other hand against her left cheek just as hard. SMACK!
She squeaked, jumped, and quickly raised her jeans back up.
“What the hell did you do that for?” she asked, as she finished putting herself back together.
“It was there and I could.”
She turned around and faced me again while straightening her shirt, her face blushing ever so slightly. As she raised her eyes, the door to the office opened and Mr. Davis entered. He stepped around us, placing a stack of papers on his desk.
“So, Robie. Did you need something or are you here just to harass the hired help?”
Without missing a beat, Bunnie turned back, walked around her desk and sat down. Looking at me, she winked and went back typing whatever was in the typewriter.
“Actually boss, there is. I’m having a difficult time making a decision and thought perhaps you could provide some valuable input.”
As he was turning to look at me, I noticed his quick glance at Bunnie. She kept her head down and fingers flying over the typewriter keys, ignoring our discussion.
“What’s so important, Robie?”
“I have this problem with someone in the division. I just can’t seem to get my hands around the solution. Though, if you ask me, a good hard slap on the ass might solve it.”
“Unh – shit!” escaped Bunnies lips.
“Something… wrong?” I asked, not so innocently.
“No, I just fucked up typing this paper. Now I have to start over.”
Glancing down at her desk, I noticed a bottle of Wite-Out. Reaching down, I picked it up and tried handing it to her, but she shook her head.
“Go on Bunnie,” said Mr. Davis, “use it to fix the typo.”
“Excuse me? I pride myself on being perfect. I have never used that… that… that shit.”
“I’ll vouch for perfect,” I opined.
Mr. Davis gave me an odd look, then said, “It’s not critical, Bunnie. I was going to make Xerox copies and hand them out, so a mistake probably would go unnoticed.”
“With all due respect, sir. No fucking way!”
She ripped the paper out of the typewriter, tore it in half, tossed it in the trash, and went about inserting a new one. Both Mr. Davis and I shook our heads in disbelief, but what could we do?
“Tell you what, boss. Why don’t we leave Bunnie and her cute little cottontail to her task? We can derive a solution walking down to my shop.”
With that, we both left the Division Office.
*
Just before shutting down for the day, Bunnie knocked on the door to the shop and came in with some paperwork. I was discussing the backlog of work-orders with the rest of the shop, along with the schedule for the rest of the week.
“Excuse me, Robie. Mr. Davis asked me to deliver these for your review and signature.”
“Can it wait?” I asked.
“Well, he does want these signed today,” she indicated. “He said something about getting your parts ordered in time for the upcoming cruise.”
“Give us about ten minutes. We will be done and I can review and sign them then.”
“Sure. If you don’t mind, can I just hang around?”
“If you want, but there ain’t any seats available. You’ll just have to stand.”
Glancing around the shop, she noticed all the chairs and stools were indeed taken. None of the six sailors in the shop was willing to give up their seat, as they were crowded around my desk going over the work orders and schedule for tomorrow. I didn’t push it being we had a number of topics to finish up before I released them for the day.
As I returned to the schedule, Bunnie came over to my desk and peered over my shoulder. Irritated a little, I pushed away from the desk a bit. Looking up at Bunnie, I was a bit perplexed.
“Is there something you need?” I asked?
Shaking her head, she quickly slipped to the side and seated herself in my lap.
“What the…?” I started to say.
“Seems she found a place to sit, Robie, right in the driver’s seat,” chuckled Crackers, one of the more senior sailors in my shop.
“I did, though it is a little soft right now.”
She started wiggling her ass around in my lap, eventually finding the right position centered across my thighs. The obvious reaction occurred; my one eyed monster began growing. Combined with my having to reach around her to access the schedule and other paperwork, it soon became apparent to Bunnie I was physically attracted.
“Gee, this seat is a little uneven,” she said, as she realigned herself with my ever growing bulge.
It was becoming very uncomfortable for me to sit there with my member being pressed between her ass cheeks. Then I remembered she was commando and the image of her sweet ass popped into my head, causing my erection to enlarge even further. Even I began to squirm a little, trying to reposition my shaft so it was no longer pressing straight up but was lying down and centered between her cheeks.
“Robie… uh, we can leave you two alone and come back in the morning if you like,” said Animal, grinning from ear to ear. Some of the others began snickering.
“Yeah, really Robie. We don’t need to go over anything else. Everything from today was taken care of and all we are doing now is planning what we’re going to be doing tomorrow,” Monk offered. He was the junior sailor in the shop.
“All in favor vote ‘Aye’,” said Crackers.
In rapid succession, the six all agreed, turned on their heels and headed out the door. As Bobby was leaving, he grabbed the door handle, pulling it closed behind him.
“Have fun, you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” He laughed as the door clicked shut.
As the door closed, I went to lift Bunnie off my lap but she stood without assistance. As I was pushing away from the desk, she unbuckled her belt and lowered her jeans again. Good lord, what the hell?
“Robie, I’ve been a bad girl,” she whispered, as she lay her chest down on my desk, moving papers to either side.
Damn, those ass cheeks were begging to be spanked. I was in disbelief. Here was a dream come true. So, I did what any red-blooded sailor would do – I spanked her. Smack after smack rained down on her cheeks, one after another, turning them pink and then red. Each time my hand connected with one of her cheeks, it wiggled divinely. She yelped with each smack, but never once tried to stop the spanking.
After roughly five minutes, I had to stop. Not because my hands were tired, not because Bunnie begged me to, but because a certain body part of mine was clamoring for release.
Placing one hand on Bunnies’ back, I used my other to unbuckle my belt, open the button at the top of my jeans, lower my zipper and release the beast within. Yeah, I was commando as well. Once she heard the unbuckling of the belt, there was no real need to hold her down, but it was the moment. I was enforcing my control over this delicious thing on my desk.
Taking the shaft in my hand, I lined the head up with the opening to her succulent pussy and pressed forward. Slowly, inch by inch, I slid myself inside her until my belly was pressed against her ass.
“Ohhh fuck,” she whimpered. “That feels good.”
Had to agree with her comment, she did. Tight, very lubricated, and pulsing around my cock, her pussy was like a velvet glove. The heat from her buttocks radiated into my groin.
“Please, Robie. Oh gawd please fuck me,” was her plaintive cry.
Taking my hand from her back, I gripped both of her hips and withdrew. Slowly. I took about fifteen seconds to back out until just the head was splitting her puffy lips. Standing there, I looked down and could see her lips quivering, trying to draw me back inside.
SMACK!
“Eek!” she squealed.
“You are a bad…”
SMACK!
“Bad girl,” I said.
SMACK!
“Who the hell do you think you are coming into my office and sitting on my lap in front of everyone?”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“What should I do with you?” I asked, as I slowly began advancing back inside.
“Ohhh, please Robie. Fuck me,” she cried, reaching back with her hands in an attempt to grab my hips.
Taking her hands in mine, I brought them together behind her back. Holding her wrists with my right hand, I reached down and pulled the belt from my dungaree jeans, wrapping it around her wrists and cinching it closed.
“Never try that again. Do…”
SMACK!
“You…”
SMACK!
“Understand…”
SMACK!
“Me?”
SMACK!
“Yes. Oh, God yes Robie. I won’t do it again. I promise,” she blubbered.
I gripped her hips again and thrust my hips forward, embedding my cock to the furthest reaches inside her. Holding there for a few seconds, I allowed myself to revel in the glory of being buried completely within her snug snatch.
I chose to flex my muscle, to torment her some before I began to withdraw from the morass of melting paradise. Once my head was at her entrance, I quickly propelled myself headfirst, driving her legs into the desktop. I began to fuck this vixen.
Drawing back and shoving forward, my cock was splitting her open like a ripe melon. Her pussy was quickly making squishy sounds as juices began flying around my cock and balls with each stroke. Each thrust was followed by a feminine grunt, as her breath was repeatedly driven out. “Unh…” was all I heard with each stroke in, followed by an intake of breath as I withdrew.
“Robie… oh fuck… Robie… I’m going to…” she started to say.
I halted my movements as the head of my cock was poised to piston back inside her.
“You’re going to what, Bunnie?”
“You bastard. Please. Please fuck me and let me cum,” she wailed.
SMACK!
“Are you sure it’s what you want, Bunnie?”
SMACK!
“Fuck yes, you bastard. Fuck me. Fuck me now!”
I continued from where I stopped, pummeling her pussy over and over. Over the next four or five minutes, Bunnie endured a thrashing as I had never given a woman. Slamming my cock in as hard as I could, I was claiming her.
Suddenly, she jerked rigid, lifting her chest off the desk. A low, keening wail began in her chest, rising in pitch as the seconds elapsed. Not really wanting anyone to open the door and find us in flagrante delicto, I placed my right hand over her mouth and pulled her head back toward me, wrapping her in my arms.
“Go on, Bunnie, cum for me. Cum for me now!” I ordered.
“Mmmpfh” was all I could hear as she clamped her muscles around the cock implanted in her pussy. I could feel the gripping, the pulsing, the flow of nectar down my balls and thighs as she burst into orgasm. Feeling the shattering effect I was having on her, I halted my movements with my cock lodged in the velvet glove of her pussy. I was far from ready, though if the truth be told, it was not far off.
Twitching and shaking in orgiastic bliss, Bunnie continued for another minute or so before gradually relaxing in my arms. As her breath slowed and she gathered her control again, I gently sat back in my chair, pulling her into my lap. As she was trying to regain her breath, I removed the belt from her wrists. This was far from over, but I needed her conscious to continue.
It was only a short time later when I felt her kegel muscles gripping my cock again. Slowly and leisurely, she began lightly lifting and lowering herself, further coating my cock with her fluids. Damn, her pussy felt good wrapped around my member.
“Robie?” she whispered between breaths. “Have you… have you, well… you know?”
“No, I haven’t. Does it matter?”
Halting the pulsing of her pussy, Bunnie slowly stood up, allowing my cock to flop against my stomach with a plop. On obviously unsteady legs, Bunnie bit by bit turned around and looked me directly in the eyes. I could see she wanted more.
“You need to cum, Robie. I want you to empty your balls into me. But, I can’t take any more pounding.”
“What do you propose, my dear?” I asked.
Reaching down, she took my hands and helped me to my feet. Turning us both around, she guided me until my ass was against the edge of my desk and gently pushed me back. Once she had me settled in place, she climbed on top, squatted over me, grabbed my cock and aligned it with the dripping opening of her gates of heaven. Slowly lowering her body, she released my cock from her hand and leaned forward.
Placing her hands on either side of my head, as she bottomed out, her mouth met mine for a kiss. It took all of two seconds for our tongues to engage in the battle lovers have. Swirling and dancing in each other’s mouths, we kissed like long lost lovers, though we had only met earlier in the morning.
My hands wrapped around her torso, dropping to her waist in an effort to start things up again. Though we had our tongues entwined, our physical needs took control. She began lifting and lowering herself, all while she tried to swab the saliva from my tonsils.
Over the course of the next few minutes, Bunnie took control and began to fuck me. Up, down, up, down; she was driving her pussy onto my shaft harder with each drop downward. Each stroke resulted in her juices splashing between us, coating my abdomen. Soon they were running down the sides of my stomach, landing on the desk in small puddles. It wasn’t long and she was squatting over me, her feet and legs doing the lifting.
“Damn, Bunnie. Oh fuck, ride me!” I gasped.
It was shortly after I noticed the tingling in my testicles. It was an imminent sign my orgasm was soon to show, so I tried to sit up. I was going to flip her over, but she had other ideas. Leaning back down, she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down onto the desk. For such a small woman, she had me at a disadvantage. With my legs hanging over the edge, I had little leverage.
“Not so fast, Robie. I’m going to ride until you cum splashing home to a finish.”
Looking into her eyes, I found myself losing control of my bodily functions. The burning building in me turned to a raging inferno. I needed release, and soon.
“Fuck me, Bunnie. Ride me. I’m about to cum!”
“Yes, Robie. Fucking cum for me. Cum in me!” she wailed, as she dropped onto me completely. “I’m cumming too!”
I did. With a sudden rush, my cock throbbed with pulse after pulse, discharging the build up from my balls deep inside her gushing pussy. Five pulses… six… seven before they started subsiding. The entire time, I held my breath simply because I could not breathe. I was in ecstasy; paradise had arrived in the form of Bunnie.
Bit by bit, she lowered herself until she was lying on my torso, her head on my chest. Gradually, we both caught our breath. I’m not sure if it was my rhythmic breathing or the fact she had two orgasms to my one, but Bunnie was soon asleep. To be honest, I would have done the same thing if not laid out on my desk.
I wanted to just lie there, but there was a chance the night watch would be coming by to check security. That would have been fun trying to explain. So, I softly shook Bunnie, waking her.
“What?” she asked, raising her head, eying me with sleepy eyes. It was obvious she wanted to go back to sleep.
“We need to get up and dressed before the night watch comes around.”
“Oh, shit! I forgot we’re at work.”
She sprung up and started to disentangle our limbs. Though my cock had waned, it had not completely slipped out of our union. As it slithered out of her, a gush of mixed fluids began to flow and pooled around my cock and balls.
“Hee hee, that’s kind of funny,” she snickered.
“Yeah, yeah. You empty yourself on me; I get to try to clean it up.”
As she rolled off me and sat on the desk, I did a sit-up and got off the desk. Standing was tough on unsteady legs, especially with my jeans in a heap around my feet and ankles. I shuffled over to the work bench and grabbed some paper towels. Ripping off a few sheets for myself, I tossed the rest to Bunnie.
“What the fuck? Do you expect me to use these to clean myself up?”
“Of course not,” I replied. “But you could clean the desk off.”
I got the majority of the mixed fluids running down my belly and legs absorbed, leaned over and pulled my jeans up. Buttoning the jeans, zipping the fly, lacing the belt through the loops, and putting the belt buckle back together, I made it over to the cabinet without tripping over my wobbly legs. I reached inside and withdrew two clean cloths. I turned and headed toward the door.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“Being the kind-hearted soul I am, I’m off to the head to get these damp with some warm water. Makes it easier to clean up, don’t you agree?”
“What am I going to do while you’re traipsing down the hall and back?”
“Well, you could clean up the mess of the paperwork you made on my desk,” I replied, looking at the papers strewn about. “Or, you could put your jeans back on in case someone comes by.”
*
The following morning, I was called into the Division Office. Once I arrived, Mr. Davis was there along with Bunnie and the night watch from the previous evening. Looking between the three of them, I was uncertain what was going on. Bunnie was busy at her desk, so there was no clue there.
“Robie, shut the door please,” said Mr. Davis. “We have something to discuss.”
“Oh? Is there something wrong?”
“Depends. Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. Need to know something, though.”
I was certain no one knew about Bunnie and me yesterday afternoon, though the guys in the shop may have guessed. They did give me a ration of shit this morning, but I put them off the subject by sending them out on assignments. Knowing them as I did, they wouldn’t tell a soul.
Which left Bunnie.
After cleaning up, we had left together and spent the evening in my room at the barracks. I can tell you this, she does like to cuddle. Once unclothed and in bed, her warm and soft body next to mine… let’s just say cuddling was now on my To Do list.
“Seems there was some noise from down in your shop yesterday evening after knock off,” was Mr. Davis’s next comment. “Someone sent the night watch, Petty Officer Beck here, to investigate.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the comment caused a small reaction in Bunnie, though Mr. Davis and Petty Officer Beck had their eyes on me. Her head lifted to look at me as if to say ‘I am clueless.’
“Noise from my shop? When was this, Beck?” I inquired.
“Around 1800 hours, sir.”
“Let’s see,” lowering my head as if in deep thought. “1800… 1800… I don’t remember anything specific.”
Lifting my head to look at Petty Officer Beck I asked, “Can you describe what you heard?”
Beck looked back at Mr. Davis, glanced at Bunnie and then returned his gaze to me.
“That’s just it, sir. I didn’t hear anything. It’s what I saw that caused me concern.”
Inwardly, I was worried for Bunnie way more than I was about me. I was known as a bit of a roué on base, but Bunnie was new. I was due to rotate out in about a year; Bunnie still had three to go.
“What exactly did you see, Petty Officer?” asked Mr. Davis, with his eyes boring into mine.
“Well, I was coming around the corner after making outside rounds when I saw your Yeoman and Petty Officer Robertson walking down the corridor, sir. They had just come out of his shop.”
Still looking me in the eye, Mr. Davis asked, “Walking down the corridor and leaving the building? What is so unusual about them walking down the passage?”
“Well, sir. As you know, department regulations require all personnel staying in the building after working hours to check in with the Operations Officer. Sign the log indicating who they are, where they are going to be, and what they will be doing.”
“And?”
“There was no record of either of them logged in, sir.”
“Did you say anything to them, Petty Officer?” was the next question from Mr. Davis.
“No, sir. They were at the other end of the corridor from me and exiting. By the time I arrived at the door, they were nowhere in sight.”
“Anything else to add, Petty Officer?”
“No, sir. Just the Operations Officer thought you should find out why neither of them signed the after-hours log.”
You could tell Petty Officer Beck was uncomfortable; hell I was, too. The tension in the air was thick enough that if you waved your hand, you would bruise your fingers on it.
“If there is nothing else, Beck - you’re dismissed.”
“Yes sir, thank you, sir.” Off he went like a bolt of lightning.
That left Bunnie and me there, alone with Mr. Davis and whatever was coming down the turnpike. I could tell he was unhappy, but he was doing a damn good job of controlling his temper. Remember, when I told you he was a good man – he was.
Once the door closed behind Beck, Mr. Davis broke out in a wide grin and started laughing. Having just been caught in the headlights, so to speak, his reaction caught both Bunnie and I off guard. She turned around from her desk to face Mr. Davis while I relaxed only a little.
“So, Bunnie, I have a question?” asked Mr. Davis.
“Yes, sir, what is it?”
“Did you take Robie up on his offer or what?”
Bunnie began laughing and I joined in, though hesitant.
“I’m sorry, boss. What’s so funny?”
“Well, Bunnie and I kind of set you up. I didn’t expect it to happen quite so quickly, nor did I think it would occur in the building.”
“I’m sorry, but the hell you talking about?” I asked.
“Tom told me you were a bit of a ladies man,” piped up Bunnie. “So he thought I would be the best person to try to take you down a notch. But… well, it kind of backfired.”
“Wait, what?” I stammered, trying to wrap my head around this. “Wait… did you just call him Tom?”
Looking over at Mr. Davis, I was a bit perplexed. He allowed certain friends to call him Tom and I was fortunate to be one of them.
“Since when do you allow junior enlisted to call you Tom?”
“Robie – sit down. There is a lot you need to hear.”
During the next ten to fifteen minutes, the two of them filled me in on the details. Seems Bunnie had a previous life as a stripper in her hometown back in Iowa. The strip joint she worked in was raided; she was rounded up with the rest and arrested. The judge had given her a choice: join the military or go to jail. She chose the Navy. After boot camp, she was stationed here and assigned as the yeoman for our Division.
“Knowing my past, Tom thought it might be a good idea if someone tried to put you in your place. I thought I might be able to handle you, but when you slapped my ass yesterday after lunch, I was lost. It turned me on so much, I had to find a way to get you alone and quick. All afternoon, I was struggling to keep my hands out of my pants.”
She stood up and came around the desk, standing in front of me. Mr. Davis – Tom – was listening and nodding his head.
“So, how much of this did you know, boss?” I asked.
“Well, truth is I was pretty sure she fancied you after the little discourse yesterday morning. I could tell something was on her mind in the afternoon, but I had no idea she would ride Mr. Ed so quickly.”
“What? Mr. Ed? Who the fuck is…”
Then it hit me. Mr. Ed – the white horse she referred to yesterday morning.
“Robie, I told Tom everything about yesterday after work. About coming to your shop, sitting in your lap, getting comfortable, and… well, everything.”
She lowered her eyes slightly, but not before I saw a quick smile and twinkle in her eyes. Taking a step closer, she reached out and grabbed my hand.
“She didn’t tell me everything, Robie. I’m sure there were a number of details she left out, but she did say, and I quote: ‘I even rode Mr. Ed on his desk.’”
I was shocked, though to be honest, it was kind of funny. I pulled her to me, spun her around and laid a quick smack on her ass.
“Well, boss, after last night I have to say Bunnie is soft and fluffy. Kind of cuddly, too.”
“Bite me!” was her quick retort.
“Tonight, Bunnie. Tonight.”
Shaking his head, Mr. Davis could only laugh.
“Just do me one favor, you two.”
“What’s that, boss?” she queried.
“Next time you want to ride – get a room!”
I smacked her ass one more time and then turned to walk out of the office. As I was opening the door, Bunnie cleared her voice.
“Uh, Robie?”
“Yes.”
“Any chance I can eat my words this afternoon?”
“I’ll be sure to give you something to eat,” I replied. “Do you want some candy, little girl?”
Behind her, CWO4 Davis laughed and almost spilled his fresh cup of coffee.
Now, if you know anything about the military, the US Navy specifically, you’ll know they take their coffee serious. Not a day will go by when a senior member of the military won’t have their forefinger entwined in their cup. When I served, we had a term for these guys: LIFER. Lazy – Inefficient – Fuck-off - Expecting - Retirement. Mr. Davis wasn’t one of them; he really was a good man.
As for the coffee, well I can tell you from personal experience the Navy should get all the credit for Starpukes. I swear Alfred Peet got his recipe there. A Lifer liked it strong, thick, and hot. There were times I wondered if the coffee made itself. There were… but I digress.
“Now look what you’ve done. You done made my boss almost spill hot coffee in his lap.” The young lady growled at me, spinning around in her chair.
She started to rise from her chair, but Mr. Davis quickly stopped her.
“No spill, Bunnie. It’s all good.”
My eyes rose ever so slightly.
“Bunnie? Boss, did you just call her a rabbit?” I queried, with a grin and a wink.
“That’s my name. You got a problem with it?” She was feisty and it was apparent she wasn’t going to take shit from anyone.
I took a good look at Bunnie. Notwithstanding the dungaree uniform she was wearing, she looked quite pretty. Her brunette hair was pinned in a bun, yet it was obviously abundant and wavy. Her green eyes were shining, almost daring me to look her up and down, and I might have if she had been standing. As it was, sitting in her rolling chair, she appeared to be roughly 5’ 3” and around 125 pounds. Nice curves, if a little on the small side – chest speaking, of course. I mean, duh… I am a man. What else would I be looking at?
“Seriously? If my parents had named me after a soft, fluffy rabbit, I’d have slapped them silly.” I snickered at my comment.
“Fuck you and the white horse you rode in on,” she snapped.
“Let’s go,” I quickly replied. “I’m ready, though I’m not sure about Mr. Ed.”
This caused Mr. Davis to actually spit some of his coffee out. Trying to quickly keep the hot liquid from spilling into his lap, he jumped up, laid the coffee cup on his desk, and sputtered, “Robie, may I introduce Seaman Elaine White – aka Bunnie. She’s my new Division Admin.”
“She’s so cute, too. All soft and fluffy. Does she enjoy cuddling?” I asked.
“You’ll never know!” was her sharp retort.
“Never say never. You may rue the day you have to eat those words.”
*
Right after returning from lunch, I went back to the Division Office. I told myself I needed to speak to Mr. Davis about a personnel issue, but I used it as an excuse. It was my intention to apologize to Bunnie for my statements earlier in the day.
“Excuse me Seaman White, but is…”
“You’re back again? What is it this time, you want to check out my cottontail?” she snipped.
“Put that way, yes. Yes, I do.” I retorted. “As a matter of fact Bunnie, why don’t you stand up and show me now.”
Shaking her head as if clearing a thought, she stood and came around the desk to stand in front of me. It was as if she was going to give me a lecture. Looking down into her eyes, I sensed something else, something mischievous. There was a twinkle, a glimmer of delight. ‘Would she?’ I asked myself.
Barely thirty seconds after I uttered those words, she spun around, unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, lowered her zipper, and as she was bending over, she lowered them and wiggled her ass. Holy flirking bat smoke – she was commando and I was staring at the finest ass I had seen in a long time.
I just had to; there was no sense in not. I reared back with my right hand and connected with her right cheek. SMACK! I rapidly followed with my other hand against her left cheek just as hard. SMACK!
She squeaked, jumped, and quickly raised her jeans back up.
“What the hell did you do that for?” she asked, as she finished putting herself back together.
“It was there and I could.”
She turned around and faced me again while straightening her shirt, her face blushing ever so slightly. As she raised her eyes, the door to the office opened and Mr. Davis entered. He stepped around us, placing a stack of papers on his desk.
“So, Robie. Did you need something or are you here just to harass the hired help?”
Without missing a beat, Bunnie turned back, walked around her desk and sat down. Looking at me, she winked and went back typing whatever was in the typewriter.
“Actually boss, there is. I’m having a difficult time making a decision and thought perhaps you could provide some valuable input.”
As he was turning to look at me, I noticed his quick glance at Bunnie. She kept her head down and fingers flying over the typewriter keys, ignoring our discussion.
“What’s so important, Robie?”
“I have this problem with someone in the division. I just can’t seem to get my hands around the solution. Though, if you ask me, a good hard slap on the ass might solve it.”
“Unh – shit!” escaped Bunnies lips.
“Something… wrong?” I asked, not so innocently.
“No, I just fucked up typing this paper. Now I have to start over.”
Glancing down at her desk, I noticed a bottle of Wite-Out. Reaching down, I picked it up and tried handing it to her, but she shook her head.
“Go on Bunnie,” said Mr. Davis, “use it to fix the typo.”
“Excuse me? I pride myself on being perfect. I have never used that… that… that shit.”
“I’ll vouch for perfect,” I opined.
Mr. Davis gave me an odd look, then said, “It’s not critical, Bunnie. I was going to make Xerox copies and hand them out, so a mistake probably would go unnoticed.”
“With all due respect, sir. No fucking way!”
She ripped the paper out of the typewriter, tore it in half, tossed it in the trash, and went about inserting a new one. Both Mr. Davis and I shook our heads in disbelief, but what could we do?
“Tell you what, boss. Why don’t we leave Bunnie and her cute little cottontail to her task? We can derive a solution walking down to my shop.”
With that, we both left the Division Office.
*
Just before shutting down for the day, Bunnie knocked on the door to the shop and came in with some paperwork. I was discussing the backlog of work-orders with the rest of the shop, along with the schedule for the rest of the week.
“Excuse me, Robie. Mr. Davis asked me to deliver these for your review and signature.”
“Can it wait?” I asked.
“Well, he does want these signed today,” she indicated. “He said something about getting your parts ordered in time for the upcoming cruise.”
“Give us about ten minutes. We will be done and I can review and sign them then.”
“Sure. If you don’t mind, can I just hang around?”
“If you want, but there ain’t any seats available. You’ll just have to stand.”
Glancing around the shop, she noticed all the chairs and stools were indeed taken. None of the six sailors in the shop was willing to give up their seat, as they were crowded around my desk going over the work orders and schedule for tomorrow. I didn’t push it being we had a number of topics to finish up before I released them for the day.
As I returned to the schedule, Bunnie came over to my desk and peered over my shoulder. Irritated a little, I pushed away from the desk a bit. Looking up at Bunnie, I was a bit perplexed.
“Is there something you need?” I asked?
Shaking her head, she quickly slipped to the side and seated herself in my lap.
“What the…?” I started to say.
“Seems she found a place to sit, Robie, right in the driver’s seat,” chuckled Crackers, one of the more senior sailors in my shop.
“I did, though it is a little soft right now.”
She started wiggling her ass around in my lap, eventually finding the right position centered across my thighs. The obvious reaction occurred; my one eyed monster began growing. Combined with my having to reach around her to access the schedule and other paperwork, it soon became apparent to Bunnie I was physically attracted.
“Gee, this seat is a little uneven,” she said, as she realigned herself with my ever growing bulge.
It was becoming very uncomfortable for me to sit there with my member being pressed between her ass cheeks. Then I remembered she was commando and the image of her sweet ass popped into my head, causing my erection to enlarge even further. Even I began to squirm a little, trying to reposition my shaft so it was no longer pressing straight up but was lying down and centered between her cheeks.
“Robie… uh, we can leave you two alone and come back in the morning if you like,” said Animal, grinning from ear to ear. Some of the others began snickering.
“Yeah, really Robie. We don’t need to go over anything else. Everything from today was taken care of and all we are doing now is planning what we’re going to be doing tomorrow,” Monk offered. He was the junior sailor in the shop.
“All in favor vote ‘Aye’,” said Crackers.
In rapid succession, the six all agreed, turned on their heels and headed out the door. As Bobby was leaving, he grabbed the door handle, pulling it closed behind him.
“Have fun, you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” He laughed as the door clicked shut.
As the door closed, I went to lift Bunnie off my lap but she stood without assistance. As I was pushing away from the desk, she unbuckled her belt and lowered her jeans again. Good lord, what the hell?
“Robie, I’ve been a bad girl,” she whispered, as she lay her chest down on my desk, moving papers to either side.
Damn, those ass cheeks were begging to be spanked. I was in disbelief. Here was a dream come true. So, I did what any red-blooded sailor would do – I spanked her. Smack after smack rained down on her cheeks, one after another, turning them pink and then red. Each time my hand connected with one of her cheeks, it wiggled divinely. She yelped with each smack, but never once tried to stop the spanking.
After roughly five minutes, I had to stop. Not because my hands were tired, not because Bunnie begged me to, but because a certain body part of mine was clamoring for release.
Placing one hand on Bunnies’ back, I used my other to unbuckle my belt, open the button at the top of my jeans, lower my zipper and release the beast within. Yeah, I was commando as well. Once she heard the unbuckling of the belt, there was no real need to hold her down, but it was the moment. I was enforcing my control over this delicious thing on my desk.
Taking the shaft in my hand, I lined the head up with the opening to her succulent pussy and pressed forward. Slowly, inch by inch, I slid myself inside her until my belly was pressed against her ass.
“Ohhh fuck,” she whimpered. “That feels good.”
Had to agree with her comment, she did. Tight, very lubricated, and pulsing around my cock, her pussy was like a velvet glove. The heat from her buttocks radiated into my groin.
“Please, Robie. Oh gawd please fuck me,” was her plaintive cry.
Taking my hand from her back, I gripped both of her hips and withdrew. Slowly. I took about fifteen seconds to back out until just the head was splitting her puffy lips. Standing there, I looked down and could see her lips quivering, trying to draw me back inside.
SMACK!
“Eek!” she squealed.
“You are a bad…”
SMACK!
“Bad girl,” I said.
SMACK!
“Who the hell do you think you are coming into my office and sitting on my lap in front of everyone?”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“What should I do with you?” I asked, as I slowly began advancing back inside.
“Ohhh, please Robie. Fuck me,” she cried, reaching back with her hands in an attempt to grab my hips.
Taking her hands in mine, I brought them together behind her back. Holding her wrists with my right hand, I reached down and pulled the belt from my dungaree jeans, wrapping it around her wrists and cinching it closed.
“Never try that again. Do…”
SMACK!
“You…”
SMACK!
“Understand…”
SMACK!
“Me?”
SMACK!
“Yes. Oh, God yes Robie. I won’t do it again. I promise,” she blubbered.
I gripped her hips again and thrust my hips forward, embedding my cock to the furthest reaches inside her. Holding there for a few seconds, I allowed myself to revel in the glory of being buried completely within her snug snatch.
I chose to flex my muscle, to torment her some before I began to withdraw from the morass of melting paradise. Once my head was at her entrance, I quickly propelled myself headfirst, driving her legs into the desktop. I began to fuck this vixen.
Drawing back and shoving forward, my cock was splitting her open like a ripe melon. Her pussy was quickly making squishy sounds as juices began flying around my cock and balls with each stroke. Each thrust was followed by a feminine grunt, as her breath was repeatedly driven out. “Unh…” was all I heard with each stroke in, followed by an intake of breath as I withdrew.
“Robie… oh fuck… Robie… I’m going to…” she started to say.
I halted my movements as the head of my cock was poised to piston back inside her.
“You’re going to what, Bunnie?”
“You bastard. Please. Please fuck me and let me cum,” she wailed.
SMACK!
“Are you sure it’s what you want, Bunnie?”
SMACK!
“Fuck yes, you bastard. Fuck me. Fuck me now!”
I continued from where I stopped, pummeling her pussy over and over. Over the next four or five minutes, Bunnie endured a thrashing as I had never given a woman. Slamming my cock in as hard as I could, I was claiming her.
Suddenly, she jerked rigid, lifting her chest off the desk. A low, keening wail began in her chest, rising in pitch as the seconds elapsed. Not really wanting anyone to open the door and find us in flagrante delicto, I placed my right hand over her mouth and pulled her head back toward me, wrapping her in my arms.
“Go on, Bunnie, cum for me. Cum for me now!” I ordered.
“Mmmpfh” was all I could hear as she clamped her muscles around the cock implanted in her pussy. I could feel the gripping, the pulsing, the flow of nectar down my balls and thighs as she burst into orgasm. Feeling the shattering effect I was having on her, I halted my movements with my cock lodged in the velvet glove of her pussy. I was far from ready, though if the truth be told, it was not far off.
Twitching and shaking in orgiastic bliss, Bunnie continued for another minute or so before gradually relaxing in my arms. As her breath slowed and she gathered her control again, I gently sat back in my chair, pulling her into my lap. As she was trying to regain her breath, I removed the belt from her wrists. This was far from over, but I needed her conscious to continue.
It was only a short time later when I felt her kegel muscles gripping my cock again. Slowly and leisurely, she began lightly lifting and lowering herself, further coating my cock with her fluids. Damn, her pussy felt good wrapped around my member.
“Robie?” she whispered between breaths. “Have you… have you, well… you know?”
“No, I haven’t. Does it matter?”
Halting the pulsing of her pussy, Bunnie slowly stood up, allowing my cock to flop against my stomach with a plop. On obviously unsteady legs, Bunnie bit by bit turned around and looked me directly in the eyes. I could see she wanted more.
“You need to cum, Robie. I want you to empty your balls into me. But, I can’t take any more pounding.”
“What do you propose, my dear?” I asked.
Reaching down, she took my hands and helped me to my feet. Turning us both around, she guided me until my ass was against the edge of my desk and gently pushed me back. Once she had me settled in place, she climbed on top, squatted over me, grabbed my cock and aligned it with the dripping opening of her gates of heaven. Slowly lowering her body, she released my cock from her hand and leaned forward.
Placing her hands on either side of my head, as she bottomed out, her mouth met mine for a kiss. It took all of two seconds for our tongues to engage in the battle lovers have. Swirling and dancing in each other’s mouths, we kissed like long lost lovers, though we had only met earlier in the morning.
My hands wrapped around her torso, dropping to her waist in an effort to start things up again. Though we had our tongues entwined, our physical needs took control. She began lifting and lowering herself, all while she tried to swab the saliva from my tonsils.
Over the course of the next few minutes, Bunnie took control and began to fuck me. Up, down, up, down; she was driving her pussy onto my shaft harder with each drop downward. Each stroke resulted in her juices splashing between us, coating my abdomen. Soon they were running down the sides of my stomach, landing on the desk in small puddles. It wasn’t long and she was squatting over me, her feet and legs doing the lifting.
“Damn, Bunnie. Oh fuck, ride me!” I gasped.
It was shortly after I noticed the tingling in my testicles. It was an imminent sign my orgasm was soon to show, so I tried to sit up. I was going to flip her over, but she had other ideas. Leaning back down, she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down onto the desk. For such a small woman, she had me at a disadvantage. With my legs hanging over the edge, I had little leverage.
“Not so fast, Robie. I’m going to ride until you cum splashing home to a finish.”
Looking into her eyes, I found myself losing control of my bodily functions. The burning building in me turned to a raging inferno. I needed release, and soon.
“Fuck me, Bunnie. Ride me. I’m about to cum!”
“Yes, Robie. Fucking cum for me. Cum in me!” she wailed, as she dropped onto me completely. “I’m cumming too!”
I did. With a sudden rush, my cock throbbed with pulse after pulse, discharging the build up from my balls deep inside her gushing pussy. Five pulses… six… seven before they started subsiding. The entire time, I held my breath simply because I could not breathe. I was in ecstasy; paradise had arrived in the form of Bunnie.
Bit by bit, she lowered herself until she was lying on my torso, her head on my chest. Gradually, we both caught our breath. I’m not sure if it was my rhythmic breathing or the fact she had two orgasms to my one, but Bunnie was soon asleep. To be honest, I would have done the same thing if not laid out on my desk.
I wanted to just lie there, but there was a chance the night watch would be coming by to check security. That would have been fun trying to explain. So, I softly shook Bunnie, waking her.
“What?” she asked, raising her head, eying me with sleepy eyes. It was obvious she wanted to go back to sleep.
“We need to get up and dressed before the night watch comes around.”
“Oh, shit! I forgot we’re at work.”
She sprung up and started to disentangle our limbs. Though my cock had waned, it had not completely slipped out of our union. As it slithered out of her, a gush of mixed fluids began to flow and pooled around my cock and balls.
“Hee hee, that’s kind of funny,” she snickered.
“Yeah, yeah. You empty yourself on me; I get to try to clean it up.”
As she rolled off me and sat on the desk, I did a sit-up and got off the desk. Standing was tough on unsteady legs, especially with my jeans in a heap around my feet and ankles. I shuffled over to the work bench and grabbed some paper towels. Ripping off a few sheets for myself, I tossed the rest to Bunnie.
“What the fuck? Do you expect me to use these to clean myself up?”
“Of course not,” I replied. “But you could clean the desk off.”
I got the majority of the mixed fluids running down my belly and legs absorbed, leaned over and pulled my jeans up. Buttoning the jeans, zipping the fly, lacing the belt through the loops, and putting the belt buckle back together, I made it over to the cabinet without tripping over my wobbly legs. I reached inside and withdrew two clean cloths. I turned and headed toward the door.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“Being the kind-hearted soul I am, I’m off to the head to get these damp with some warm water. Makes it easier to clean up, don’t you agree?”
“What am I going to do while you’re traipsing down the hall and back?”
“Well, you could clean up the mess of the paperwork you made on my desk,” I replied, looking at the papers strewn about. “Or, you could put your jeans back on in case someone comes by.”
*
The following morning, I was called into the Division Office. Once I arrived, Mr. Davis was there along with Bunnie and the night watch from the previous evening. Looking between the three of them, I was uncertain what was going on. Bunnie was busy at her desk, so there was no clue there.
“Robie, shut the door please,” said Mr. Davis. “We have something to discuss.”
“Oh? Is there something wrong?”
“Depends. Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. Need to know something, though.”
I was certain no one knew about Bunnie and me yesterday afternoon, though the guys in the shop may have guessed. They did give me a ration of shit this morning, but I put them off the subject by sending them out on assignments. Knowing them as I did, they wouldn’t tell a soul.
Which left Bunnie.
After cleaning up, we had left together and spent the evening in my room at the barracks. I can tell you this, she does like to cuddle. Once unclothed and in bed, her warm and soft body next to mine… let’s just say cuddling was now on my To Do list.
“Seems there was some noise from down in your shop yesterday evening after knock off,” was Mr. Davis’s next comment. “Someone sent the night watch, Petty Officer Beck here, to investigate.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the comment caused a small reaction in Bunnie, though Mr. Davis and Petty Officer Beck had their eyes on me. Her head lifted to look at me as if to say ‘I am clueless.’
“Noise from my shop? When was this, Beck?” I inquired.
“Around 1800 hours, sir.”
“Let’s see,” lowering my head as if in deep thought. “1800… 1800… I don’t remember anything specific.”
Lifting my head to look at Petty Officer Beck I asked, “Can you describe what you heard?”
Beck looked back at Mr. Davis, glanced at Bunnie and then returned his gaze to me.
“That’s just it, sir. I didn’t hear anything. It’s what I saw that caused me concern.”
Inwardly, I was worried for Bunnie way more than I was about me. I was known as a bit of a roué on base, but Bunnie was new. I was due to rotate out in about a year; Bunnie still had three to go.
“What exactly did you see, Petty Officer?” asked Mr. Davis, with his eyes boring into mine.
“Well, I was coming around the corner after making outside rounds when I saw your Yeoman and Petty Officer Robertson walking down the corridor, sir. They had just come out of his shop.”
Still looking me in the eye, Mr. Davis asked, “Walking down the corridor and leaving the building? What is so unusual about them walking down the passage?”
“Well, sir. As you know, department regulations require all personnel staying in the building after working hours to check in with the Operations Officer. Sign the log indicating who they are, where they are going to be, and what they will be doing.”
“And?”
“There was no record of either of them logged in, sir.”
“Did you say anything to them, Petty Officer?” was the next question from Mr. Davis.
“No, sir. They were at the other end of the corridor from me and exiting. By the time I arrived at the door, they were nowhere in sight.”
“Anything else to add, Petty Officer?”
“No, sir. Just the Operations Officer thought you should find out why neither of them signed the after-hours log.”
You could tell Petty Officer Beck was uncomfortable; hell I was, too. The tension in the air was thick enough that if you waved your hand, you would bruise your fingers on it.
“If there is nothing else, Beck - you’re dismissed.”
“Yes sir, thank you, sir.” Off he went like a bolt of lightning.
That left Bunnie and me there, alone with Mr. Davis and whatever was coming down the turnpike. I could tell he was unhappy, but he was doing a damn good job of controlling his temper. Remember, when I told you he was a good man – he was.
Once the door closed behind Beck, Mr. Davis broke out in a wide grin and started laughing. Having just been caught in the headlights, so to speak, his reaction caught both Bunnie and I off guard. She turned around from her desk to face Mr. Davis while I relaxed only a little.
“So, Bunnie, I have a question?” asked Mr. Davis.
“Yes, sir, what is it?”
“Did you take Robie up on his offer or what?”
Bunnie began laughing and I joined in, though hesitant.
“I’m sorry, boss. What’s so funny?”
“Well, Bunnie and I kind of set you up. I didn’t expect it to happen quite so quickly, nor did I think it would occur in the building.”
“I’m sorry, but the hell you talking about?” I asked.
“Tom told me you were a bit of a ladies man,” piped up Bunnie. “So he thought I would be the best person to try to take you down a notch. But… well, it kind of backfired.”
“Wait, what?” I stammered, trying to wrap my head around this. “Wait… did you just call him Tom?”
Looking over at Mr. Davis, I was a bit perplexed. He allowed certain friends to call him Tom and I was fortunate to be one of them.
“Since when do you allow junior enlisted to call you Tom?”
“Robie – sit down. There is a lot you need to hear.”
During the next ten to fifteen minutes, the two of them filled me in on the details. Seems Bunnie had a previous life as a stripper in her hometown back in Iowa. The strip joint she worked in was raided; she was rounded up with the rest and arrested. The judge had given her a choice: join the military or go to jail. She chose the Navy. After boot camp, she was stationed here and assigned as the yeoman for our Division.
“Knowing my past, Tom thought it might be a good idea if someone tried to put you in your place. I thought I might be able to handle you, but when you slapped my ass yesterday after lunch, I was lost. It turned me on so much, I had to find a way to get you alone and quick. All afternoon, I was struggling to keep my hands out of my pants.”
She stood up and came around the desk, standing in front of me. Mr. Davis – Tom – was listening and nodding his head.
“So, how much of this did you know, boss?” I asked.
“Well, truth is I was pretty sure she fancied you after the little discourse yesterday morning. I could tell something was on her mind in the afternoon, but I had no idea she would ride Mr. Ed so quickly.”
“What? Mr. Ed? Who the fuck is…”
Then it hit me. Mr. Ed – the white horse she referred to yesterday morning.
“Robie, I told Tom everything about yesterday after work. About coming to your shop, sitting in your lap, getting comfortable, and… well, everything.”
She lowered her eyes slightly, but not before I saw a quick smile and twinkle in her eyes. Taking a step closer, she reached out and grabbed my hand.
“She didn’t tell me everything, Robie. I’m sure there were a number of details she left out, but she did say, and I quote: ‘I even rode Mr. Ed on his desk.’”
I was shocked, though to be honest, it was kind of funny. I pulled her to me, spun her around and laid a quick smack on her ass.
“Well, boss, after last night I have to say Bunnie is soft and fluffy. Kind of cuddly, too.”
“Bite me!” was her quick retort.
“Tonight, Bunnie. Tonight.”
Shaking his head, Mr. Davis could only laugh.
“Just do me one favor, you two.”
“What’s that, boss?” she queried.
“Next time you want to ride – get a room!”
I smacked her ass one more time and then turned to walk out of the office. As I was opening the door, Bunnie cleared her voice.
“Uh, Robie?”
“Yes.”
“Any chance I can eat my words this afternoon?”
“I’ll be sure to give you something to eat,” I replied. “Do you want some candy, little girl?”
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