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I’m Lieutenant Andrea Herrera with the Seattle Fire Department; my boss is Captain Robert Sullivan, a transfer from the Butte,
Montana FD...when we first met my resentment of him stems from the tacit (and unspoken) ‘understanding’ that I’D succeed
my father - legendary Captain Pruitt Herrera - as Captain of Station 19 after illness forced his retirement. A series of missteps
[my own] force the Fire Chief and Fire Commission hands and Sullivan was brought in...our clashes - which I instigate -are at
at times and escalate until he shut me down one night after dinner in his office: the following shift this is what I hear:

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“HERRERA - MY OFFICE!

“Fuuuuck!” Herrera groans, angrily snatching her uniform blouse from a hanger. Her fellow LT [and former fuk boy] Jack Gibson
notices and wanders over. “What’s that about?” She detects an undertone of jealousy IN HIS QUESTION: their brief ‘situationship’
is old news by now [prompted by Andy’s panicked response to an engagement ring she stumbles across while snooping, and her
response was to REFUSE IT].

“My Dad did that - summoning like some king or potentate; with Sullivan who can say,” she grouses. Slamming her locker door she
makes her way out of the combined coed locker/shower room around the corner to the station commander's office. "Come in and close
the door!" he demands in response to her knock.

Lips pressed tightly together, the Latina stares straight ahead while her Captain details her disrespect, insubordination, undermining
of his authority, and general pain-in-the-ass-ivity.

“So basically Sir you’re saying that my supposed disrespect, insubordination, and undermining of your authority is why you’ve been
been a pain in MY ass - in ALL of our asses since day one? We have a family here and you are RUINING IT!”

“I’m going to caution you here, Lieutenant before I add belligerence and disrespect of a superior to the report! And this is a FUCKING
WORKPLACE!”

Andy flashes back: “My Dad”-

“Your Dad is GONE - se largo !"

Andrea loses it! “You’re disrespectful, Captain! You!”-

“NO - YOU!”-

Quick as a cat, Andy Herrera leaps at him, linking her legs together in the small of his back and gluing her lips to his; her lips part,
allowing his tongue entry...
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In the beanery Vic Hughes mutters “First they scream; then they go ‘dark’ - wtf!”

Jack’s handsome features betray the anguish he feels at his colleague’s words. To him, it doesn’t add up that screaming one minute,
radio silence the next...
Travis Montgomery muses “Somethin’ doesn’t add up.”

In his mind Gibson hears the same mantra: ‘somethin’ doesn’t add up’...

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“Mmmph...mmmm,” Andy moans, reluctantly releasing their lip-lock. “T-This...is this happening?” she gasps, her eyes searching his.

Sullivan answers in the same low tone “It seems obvious that it is...we should take a step back until tomorrow morning after shift - my
house, no later than 1000 hrs. CLEAR?”

“Crystal...Sir. Am I dismissed?”
“Go.” She rolls her eyes when he swats her on her juicy left buttock before she saunters out.

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ANDY’S POV

The sound of our skin slapping together is the sweetest music, a testament to the fire that burns between us. My breathing is
ragged, my chest heaving as I cling to the edge of orgasm. Robert's- my boss's hands grip my hips, his fingers dig into my flesh
and he DRIVES DEEPER, claiming me in a way that no man ever has...BEFORE NOW...the sensation is overwhelming, a crescendo that
builds and crests until I can't hold back any longer. With a cry of half pleasure, half release, I SQUIRT, my body convulsing around him
and that beautiful, incredible woman-taming cock of his: it elicits waves of ecstasy that crash over me...Robert's breath is hot on the
back of my neck as he whispers sweet nothings, his hips pumping faster now, his own climax building. I could feel his beautiful prick
cock swelling and pulsing inside me, and I know that he is close. With a final, desperate push, he came, his warmth filling me as he
buries his face in the crook of my neck. I come again when his lips browse over my hot skin. We lay there, panting and trembling, our
hearts racing in time with one another's.

For a moment, we are lost in the aftermath, our bodies still joined as we revel in the illicit pleasure we share. But reality begins to
seep back in, the weight of our actions pressing down on us like a heavy blanket. We both recognize that we line we have crossed
can result in demotions or sanctions [best case scenario]; loss of our pensions and careers [worse case]...

Sullivan’s best friend is the Department Head though there are certain constraints placed by the Fire Commission that even HE - Fire Chief
Chief Lucas Ripley - cannot overcome. He’s working on having the antiquated department rules against personal relationships over-turned
SOMEDAY...if we’re discovered before then: let’s just say that there will be no way back from this.

In my pre-Sullivan life, I never put much thought into the future - I'd meet a man; we’d bounce around the bed a time or two [or THREE]
and I’d move on, never bothering to look back; THIS, I can’t describe what this is...I’m not positive that I want it; all I know is that I can't
give it up. Looking into his eyes, I realize that I don’t care about my career anymore. It’s clear that have to have it...that neither of us can
do without it after tonight. This secret we now share is a bond stronger than any words could ever express, a connection that defies logic
and societal norms. And as we kissed again, slow and deep, it’s clear no turning back.that our story is far from over. The door to our
hidden desires has been flung wide open, and there is “Segunda round ?” he grins against my lips and I’m all for it, answering his query by
taking hold of his already-stiffening shaft -JESUS; it’s the length and girth of a summer sausage! - our kiss deepens and our movements
grew more urgent, more frantic. Robert's hands explored my breasts, his thumbs flicking my hardened nipples as I moaned into his mouth.

His touch is like a brand, leaving a trail of fire across my skin. My own hands seek out his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his skin,
tracing the line of his abs down to the junction of his thighs...that cock of his is a BEAST, straining against palm and fingers, begging for
release. I grasp as much of it as I’m able and squeeze it gently until a bead of pre-cum appears at its tip: it pulses with need. The entire time our
lips part for mere seconds at a time; with a growl of want, Robert breaks our kiss and pulls back a bit, guiding me backward and moving between
my spread thighs; I can’t resist resting my hands on his sculpted chest: each pectoral is a sculpture, each muscle defined by the shadows cast by
the moonlight. I lean in to taste him, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my lips. He groans, his hands tangling in my hair as I kiss a path
down his body.

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ROBERT’S POV

The light pecks over my abs and lower stomach have me panting lightly by the time she pauses to glance up at me, her incredibly lovely face
inches from my groin; she licks her lips and obviously her mouth is watering in anticipation of tasting ‘chocolate thunder’ for the first time...her
eyelids at half-mast and her breathing is ragged; with trembling hands, she brings my girthy phallus to her mouth and slips her delicate lips
over the crown. While her lithe tongue swabs my cock knob one of her hands dips between her legs’ her fingers probe gently over her wet mound
of Venus and I can see them glistening with the wetness they find there...I don’t flinch [much] when those same fingers reach up in offering...I lean
forward just enough to allow them to poke into my mouth -her taste is sweet...and clean.

The room fills with the sounds of our passion, our breathing, the wetness of her mouth on my dick. Andy’s lips and tongue worship my
shaft lovingly; the touch of her fingers - stroking me with a light, feathery touch sends spikes of lust crackling through my groin...when I can
take it no longer I lift her up by her armpits and groan “I have to FUCK YOU AGAIN!”

Andrea nods, her eyes wild with need and she opens her legs wide in response...

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ANDY’S POV

Robert situates himself on the edge of the bed and I hover over him, eyeing his delectable armament which springs majestically - proud
and erect - it is too mouth-watering to ignore: His big hands on my buttocks assist me in lowering myself onto it; “Mmmph!” I whine when
the top half of it pierces me; we kiss and grope one another until I’m acclimated enough to his size and my own incredible wetness [combined
with the heat and steely hardness of Robert’s pilinga ] and I’m able to ride him much more easily though I’m not yet able to accom-
modate ALL of him [YET!]

I can’t say how or when we ended up with me on my back and Sullivan poised above me; I can only recall him positioning himself at my
entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside me AGAIN: the feeling is indescribable, mix of pain and pleasure that washed over me
like a tidal wave. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing all of him. His hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm that made
me see stars, his cock hitting all the right spots. We are one, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, each thrust sending me spiraling closer and
closer to the edge of oblivion. And when he finally picked up the pace, hammering into me with a ferocity that stole my breath But in that
moment, all I cared about was the feeling of him inside me, the way he filled me up and made me whole. The guilt is a distant whisper, drown-
ed out by the roar of our passion. This is what we needed, what we have been craving for so long. And as we climbed higher and higher, our
our bodies writhing together in a dance as old as time, I knew that no matter the consequences, I would do it all again. For this is the kind of
love that transcended boundaries, the kind that set the soul on fire and burned away the dregs of doubt and propriety. And as we came together,
our cries of ecstasy mingling in the stillness of the night, I felt alive in a way I hadn't in years.

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The air had the scent of jasmine, a sweet perfume that clung to the curtains of my bedroom like a lover's embrace. The room was a
sanctuary, a place where I could shed the weight of the day and indulge in the quiet comfort of solitude. As I lay there, my hand traced
lazy patterns across the cool sheets, I heard the soft pad of footsteps in the hallway. At first, I dismissed it as the house settling into
the night, the creaks and groans of an old home whispering its secrets to the shadows. But the steps grew closer, more deliberate,
and my heart began to thrum with a low anticipation.

The door creaked open, a sliver of light from the hall spilling into the room like an intruder. I held my breath, my eyes trained on the
silhouette that appeared in the doorway. It was Lucas, my boss's boss's boss; his form outlined by the soft glow from the streetlamp
outside. He was supposed to be asleep in the guest room, but here he was, his gaze locked on me, his eyes hungry and filled with a desire
that was impossible to ignore. I felt a thrill, a dangerous cocktail of excitement and guilt, as I realized he had been watching me all along,
his eyes feasting on the sight of my half-bare body.

Lucas is devilishly handsome, with a body carved by the gods and a smile that could make the most stoic of hearts flutter. His skin
is golden from the sun, and his eyes, oh those eyes, they were pools of deep blue that I had often found myself lost in during our
casual conversations. But this was different, this was a hunger that neither of us could deny, a secret yearning that had been simmering
just beneath the surface for months.

He moved towards me, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he climbed into my bed. His hand, warm and slightly trembl-
ing, reached out and touched my arm, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I knew what he wanted, and as a woman of no
negligible experience I knew that I could give it to him, that I could show him things that would make him forget any past woman in his
life prior to me. The world outside our cocoon of darkness didn't matter, not anymore. All that mattered was the heat building between
us, the unspoken promise of passion that was about to be unleashed.

My hand found his, and I pulled him closer, his body pressing against mine like a long-lost lover reunited. His kiss was urgent, demanding
,
a silent declaration of the need he had been hiding. His tongue danced with mine, a fiery dance that had been building since the first time he
looked at me with those hungry eyes. The fabric of our clothes was a flimsy barrier, easily conquered as we fumbled with buttons and zippers,
revealing the soft, heated flesh beneath.

As we lay there, entangled in each other's arms, his hands roamed my body with a reverence that surprised me. He knew my curves, had
studied them from afar, and now he worshiped them as if they were sacred. His touch was firm yet gentle, a contradiction that sent shivers
down my spine. I could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against my thigh, and the ache between my legs grew with every second
that passed.

I rolled onto my back, pulling him with me, and his weight settled between my legs. The tip of his cock teased my wet pussy, making
me gasp with desire. His eyes searched my face for permission, and with a nod, I gave it to him. He pushed inside me with a groan that
was almost animalistic, filling me in a way that I hadn't felt in years. The guilt was a distant memory now, drowned out by the symphony
of pleasure that our bodies created. Each stroke was a declaration of our forbidden love, a silent scream of passion that echoed through
the room. His rhythm grew faster, harder, and I matched him thrust for thrust, our bodies speaking a language that needed no words.