2 comments/ 19683 views/ 0 favorites The Firehouse By: ILmommy2 "Nah, it'll be a long night here alone, go ahead and stop by if you're out. Alright, see you then," said Tony as he got off the phone with his wife, Dana, who was out with another couple at the bars. Tony was on night shift watching over the firehouse and was supposed to be the first to have a truck pulling out of the station as everyone else geared up and piled into the truck for a call. The guy rotated and it just so happened that of all nights, he got stuck here on a Friday night. He loved his job, he loved fighting fire, and he loved saving lives, but having to miss out on a good Friday night's fun got Tony down a little. He was nearly ready to fall asleep when he heard a knock at the door. "I'll be right there!" He shouted. To Tony's surprise, he opened the door to see his wife standing there in nothing but a black trench coat and nothing underneath. His eyes grew wide with the shocking sight. She stepped aside to see Amanda, his best friend's wife, standing there as well in nothing but a trench coat. His buddy Dave laughed. "It's been a crazy night so far! I can barely keep these two off each other!" Dave exclaimed, "Not that I'm complaining or anything!" The guys laughed and the girls filed in. "We just want you both to watch," said Dana calmly. "Think of it as both your treats to you for treating us so well by working so hard." Both girls stood before their men, looked at each other and dropped the coats. The girls had the guys turn their chairs facing each other and then sat on their own hubbies lap. They weren't kidding around anymore, it was on. The girls straddled their man but were facing each other so they could give their men a show they'd never forget! The girl reached for each others hair and faces, kissing and licking each inch of the beautiful woman sitting in front of them. Occasionally a hand would migrate south to the hard nipples awaiting the touch of the other girl. You could hear the light moans coming from one girl and then the other. Neither of the guys could keep their hands off their wife. The girls started to stand up, not losing concentration on each others lips, tongues swirling about with a quick breath here and there. The girls started to move towards the truck sitting just to the left of where the chairs had been seated. The guys turned their chairs to face the truck. It was predictable one would be up on the truck shortly. Within seconds, Dana hoisted Amanda up onto the hood of the fire truck. She grabbed Amanda's legs and spread them wide. She wanted to see, feel and taste every ounce of Amanda. She started, her soft lips, kissing and biting their way up Amanda's leg. She got to her knees and then to her inner thigh as she held tight to Amanda's legs to make sure she kept them as wide as she could. She turned to Dave, "I bet you can't wait to watch me eat your wife." He smiled and tried to nod but was so excited he didn't know which way to shake his head; it turned into more of a circle than anything. Tony still seated quietly, he finally said, "Eat her baby, eat her until she cums in your mouth." Dana smiled, oh she intended to. She turned back to Amanda's wet pussy and buried her face in it. Amanda moaned loud and laughed. "Oh baby, fuck me good," she shouted. Dana rammed her face into Amanda's gapping hole, her tongue thrusting in and out of her friend. She slid her tongue faster and fast in Amanda's hole until there was no silence left in the building. The only thing any of them heard what the echoing on Amanda's erotic moans. Dana moved her mouth up to Amanda's clit and shoved her fingers where her mouth had just been. She began to suck on Amanda's lips and hard pebble clit. Amanda's moan grew more intense and deep as Dana went to town on her sweet pussy. "Fuck me, AHHH FUCK ME," she'd beg. Dana would smile knowing that Amanda was drawing closer and closer to her peak of ecstasy. Dana removed her mouth from Amanda's clit and slid the flats of her fingers to Amanda's clit. She began rubbing circles, applying more and more pressure as she did. Her thumb cupped inside Amanda's hole, sliding along the inner wall of her vagina. The more pressure Dana applied, the more Amanda thrust her hips to meet those fingers. Finally, when Dana could take no more of the suspense, she rammed her face once again into Amanda's pussy, still rubbing her clit harder and harder. "Oh, FUCK!" she screamed, a long drawn out scream of satisfaction. "Suck it baby, suck it!" She continued. Dana could feel the warm juices pouring out of Amanda. She loved the gratification she got from pleasing her friend. Once Amanda caught her breath again, the girls turned to the men who had started rubbing their cocks through their pants. "Both of you come here" the girls gestured. "Fuck her now," Amanda told her husband Dave, who looked surprised that he was being told to be with another woman, "Fuck her first, then fuck me." She told him. "Tony, I want to suck your cock." Amanda told Tony, who looked to his wife for approval. Dana already knew this was coming; the girls had talked about it prior to coming here. She nodded her head in agreement. Tony sat on the hood of the truck while Amanda slid her mouth around his piercing rod. Dave, smiled as he watch his wife suck his friend's dick and also while he got to fuck his friend's wife. Dave rammed his hard 8 inch cock deep inside Dana as she whimpered in enjoyment. He was so horny and turned on by Dana taking his wife's pussy until she came that he couldn't stand it. He fucked her harder and harder shoving her up the hood of the truck. Tony was groaning, deep, delightful groans while Amanda sucked him hard. She's slide her hand up and down his cock, stroking it and then cupping his balls in her hand. Once the girls had the men consumed in the moment, they pushed them back, "Trade," the girls whispered to each other as they exchanged another tongue swirling kiss through passing. Now each man was with his wife but still enjoying the show put on right in front of them by the other couple. The men had never felt this type of passion, this uncontrollable urge to fuck their wives until they came time and time again. They thrust harder and harder while their wives screamed, reaching their peaks, squeezing their husband's hard cocks tighter and tighter with every second. The intensity of the contractions forced each man over the edge, shooting their hot juice into their wife. They'd stop long enough to breathe and then thrust again harder and harder until the next moment of exhilaration. By the fourth finish, the guys nearly collapsed into their chairs while the girls struggled to pull themselves up from the truck. Before each girl got off the truck, they turned to the other and liked the juices of each others husbands that had just filled that precious hole. The girls smiled and climbed down. Just as they both climbed off the truck the siren rang. It was a fire. Tony had to come to his right mind to get his clothes on and into the truck before anyone else arrived. The girls and Dave scrambled for their coats and clothes and ran out and into their vehicle before anyone pulled into the station drive. They had barely gotten out of the driveway when the first guy pulled into the station and rushed in. The girls still giggling from the show pleasure they had just given and received and could only hope Tony had his clothes on by now. The Firehouse Forty-eight hour shifts on the Vegas Strip were painfully monotonous. Just like every other weekend, I knew this one would be busy. I was sure to be running from call to call all night. I'd be lucky to get dinner in, I supposed. I was checking out my rescue, when she called. Sara, a long-time friend, was headed into town. Tonight. We'd met at the Crazy Horse years before it had closed. She was bartending and I had blown my last $40 for a lap dance with "the twins." We had struck up an easy conversation, with her comping me a couple of drinks. Unable to tip her, I felt foolish and promised to return. Her eyes were skeptical as she shook her head and waved me off with her hand. I returned the next day near lunch time, leaving her $60 and a note with my number in an envelope, but never really expected her to call. When she did, it was the beginning of a two year fuck fest. You name it, we tried it, and a lot more than once. When she left, it was abrupt, and I always wondered if she had wanted more than our deviant sexual encounters out of the relationship. Now, almost eight years later, she was coming into town. How did she still have my number? Her voice hadn't changed. That soft, sultry, seductive voice made my heart skip a beat. "Jason?" she asked quietly. Trying to hear over the equipment running in the background, I plugged an ear. "Jason?" she'd asked again. "Sara," I managed to stammer out. Instantly telling me she was heading into town for a bachelorette party and not leaving me any time to ask questions, she asked if I'd like to meet for coffee. God, I wanted to. Would have died to, had I known. I stepped out of the loud bays and, disappointed, I told her that I had just begun my shift. Certain she could hear the disappointment in my voice, her next idea came as a surprise. "Would you like for me to come by the station?" I thought for a moment. I hadn't had anyone at the fire station in years. I mean, a lot of the guys' girlfriends would stop by, and the occasional badge bunny, but I was one of the 'older' guys now. I could just imagine the questions. "Fuck yes!" I heard myself say with disbelief. I heard her small, familiar laugh that could light an entire room. I couldn't tell you about the flight details she gave me because my heart was beating through my chest. Remembering I was working, I started to tell her that I would be super busy most of the night, but she stopped me and asked if the next morning would be a better time. I thought for a moment. Other than being exhausted and wanting sleep, the morning would be the slowest part of my shift, allowing more time to catch up. Besides, most of the guys would be asleep, and administration would be gone Saturday morning. We agreed on 0800 and were off the phone after I reminded her which station I was at. She laughed again and said, "I remember." As I predicted, it was busy as hell all night. We ran on the drunks, the addicts, and the man down calls all night. Dispatch kept us from the station for the entire night. Our dinner consisted of some Oreos and Lorna Doones from one of the hospital break rooms. Through the night, as time permitted, I filled my partner in on Sara. As the sun came up, I looked at my partner. His eyes bloodshot and cap pulled low, he looked like hell. I glanced in the mirror on the visor, realizing I looked no better. My scruffy face and bloodshot eyes were the witnesses to a long night. We slowly made our way back to the Station. Still delirious from the night, I had lost track of time. As we drove around the station to pull into the bays, I noticed a sexy little thing standing near the parking gate. Whistling, my partner muttered, "Hot damn!" as I stared and whispered, "Sara." He looked at me, incredulous. "Sara? You didn't mention she was fucking gorgeous," he stammered. I took her in, standing barely 5'2", 115 lbs with curves in all the right places. 'My little spinner' I had always called her. Damn, she had only gotten better with age. Mike pulled up and let me out as he pulled the rig around. As she walked up to me, my eyes met hers and we pulled each other into a hug. It seemed so natural, as if the last eight years had been eight minutes. As we stepped back and stared at each other, she rubbed her hand on my rough face. "You remembered I liked you a little rough," she said deviously. I knew she did, but I wasn't going to mention that it was because I hadn't had two seconds to myself in the last twenty-two hours. Smiling wistfully I replied, "You remembered that I loved you in Lucky jeans." "I did," she said. "I did." Suddenly, this visit seemed like perhaps it wasn't just a friendly one. My thoughts were interrupted by the front bay opening as Mike opened the door for us. He headed into the station, leaving us on the tarmac. "Aren't you going to show me around?" Sara asked. "Of course. Where's my manners?" I laughed. I let her know that most of the guys would be sleeping so we'd have to stay in the bays for a little while. She seemed perfectly okay with that. I brought her to my rescue, where we looked at it from the outside. I know what happens in there, so I kept her far from the interior. She then asked if I would take a picture of her in my turnouts. I watched as she jumped into my boots, pulling the suspenders over her shoulders. The trousers were way too long, bunched up along her thin legs. I helped her put the coat on, watching her zip it up and fasten the Velcro enclosure, then adjusted the helmet to fit her smaller head and fastened the chin strap. Stepping back to take the picture, I felt a burn in my cock. I hadn't ever had anyone in my turnouts before. Fuck, she made them look good. I took a couple of pictures on her phone then, probably due to blood rushing to my cock or the sleepless night, I started to get silly. "Is that the best you can do?" I asked her, watching her eyes light up with the challenge. She bit her lip, and then ripped open the coat as I continued taking pictures. She stopped and said, "Wouldn't they look better by the engine?" We quickly relocated and watching Sara posing in several different sexual positions on the bumper, my desire began to grow. I watched as she molested the growler on the bumper, and then mounted the bumper line. Holy fuck! What was happening? "Let's get some pictures of you gearing up in the back," I suggested. Helping her off of the high bumper, I noticed that she was breathing about as hard as I was. She had started to sweat in the hot gear. "Just a couple more," I offered. Opening the back door to the cab as the hydraulic stair dropped loudly, I helped her walk up the steep stairs and climbed in behind her to show her where the gear was. As I entered, she pulled me straight on top of her, her lips meeting mine in a lock that was amazing. I realized she hadn't changed a bit as I felt her grinding her pelvis against me from below. God, I needed her. The helmet had fallen off, and I grabbed a thick handful of her hair. Pulling somewhat hard, her gasp told me she still liked it rough. It was a momentary whirlwind as I stripped the turnouts from her body. My boots fell from the trousers and were a heap at our feet. The floor of the cab was rough rubber, so I left my coat beneath her for a little padding. I found my hands up her shirt as her warm hands dived into my work pants. My hard cock must have driven her insane as she began clawing at my belt. Releasing her bra, I found her nipples and squeezed them hard. She cried out and arched her back from the warm pain. Suddenly, remembering where I was, I sat up. I looked around the cab quickly then down at my long-lost love. What a picture: my muscular body mounting her tiny one, her hands resting on my belt, bra ripped from her shirt and hair tousled. I remember thinking, fuck it! My hands found the button on her pants and she lifted her butt off the floor so I could remove them. I pulled them off, noticing that she still didn't wear panties. She finally had my belt off and pulled it from the loops, my leatherman dropping to the floor as she handed it to me. So many memories came crashing back. Her submissive traits, her love of being choked, of being spanked, of dirty, rough sex came flooding through my mind. So many things I had done willingly with her. I pulled her shirt off her body, now completely naked. Quickly, I looped the belt around her neck as she moaned. Pulling my shirt off, I revealed my sculpted chest and arms. She smiled, approvingly. My boots came off easily, my pants right behind them, laying in a neat mess on top of the turnout bottoms. When my boxer briefs came off, my now thick, hard cock bounced free. My fingers found her wet pussy and started massaging her tight hole. Simultaneously, I started to cinch down my belt, watching that it didn't bunch up her skin and pinch. I heard her breathing change and watched as her veins started to engorge above the belt. Her strangled cry as I slid two fingers inside of her cunt was delicious to my ears. I released the belt then would tighten it again as I finger fucked her pussy. I continued this several times, as I felt her getting closer and closer to orgasm. I knew she was getting close after what seemed like only a few minutes. I slid my fingers out, licking them clean and leaving quite a bit of spit on them. I rubbed it all over my cock and then placed it at her opening. I watched as her hands grasped my cock hungrily. Rolling it in a circular pattern, she tried to get my thickness into her. She was soaking wet, but it had always been a challenge for her to take me initially. She worked it, however, and was successful. Her heat and silky insides had always been my favorite sin with her. I had never had anyone else since that had felt quite like her. I sunk in slowly, slightly dragging on her tight walls. As I sunk balls deep, I began choking her again. Remaining on my knees, I pulled the belt tight as I started to pump inside of her. My free hand found her hard clit, and began massaging it in time with our thrusts. I watched and felt as she bucked on my cock. She was always an amazing fuck. My cock began to glisten from her juices as we picked up speed and the engine began to rock as we got into our rhythm. Her strangled, unnatural cries in the cab were loud in my ears. "Do you want to come on my cock?" I asked, while fucking her pussy hard. I knew this would drive her straight to orgasm. Her body changed hearing this and she screamed out as loudly as she could while being choked. "YES!" I felt her body tense as she began to orgasm. She arched, her face a dark red, nipples straight up as she came. Her pussy began to involuntarily contract, grabbing and releasing, milking my cock into an orgasm. I felt her pussy suck the heat through the base of my cock, my balls lifting as I began to fill her with my hot seed. I tried to remain quiet as I exploded inside of her. Failing, I dropped to her chest and began kissing her. We lay there for a moment, breathing heavily on top of each other. As our breathing began to slow somewhat, we looked at each other, smiling and giggling. We quickly dressed and were out of the engine in a matter of seconds. I asked if she'd like to come inside the station now and she grinned and said, "Next time." I wondered when the next time would be when she left, but I just received a text from her and it looks like there's another bachelorette party in April. The Firehouse Fundraiser To the guys at the firehouse, this is as close as you're gonna get to this idea. Be happy. "We need a really good fund-raiser if we want to keep this firehouse operating," said the Chief. The guys were all sitting in their monthly fire company meeting listening to the Chief's budget report from the City. If they wanted any kind of equipment or gear this year, they were going to have to get it themselves. Patrick thought about it for a few minutes and raised his hand. The President of the fire company recognized him and gave him the floor. Patrick stood up to speak. "What about having a fund raiser we could all get into? You know how some companies have pub night? Why don't we have Blowjob Night? I'm sure we could get enough guys to kick in for something like that if we had the right girls." The Chief just looked at Patrick, as did the rest of the room, in amazement. Either it was the craziest idea they had ever heard or the smartest. "We get the Ladies Auxiliary to help out. We all know there's a few on there that joined just to get in bed with a fireman. Let's make them earn their keep around here. We can charge $20 a head and see if Jack over at the Lighthouse will run a pub night for the guys standing in line. Two fund raisers for the price of one. We'll throw the ladies some cash and it's all good. Advertise by word of mouth and we're set." The President asked for a motion on the floor to vote on doing this crazy endeavor. For the first time in company history, all the guys agreed on something. By the time they left the meeting, a date was set and two of the guys' girlfriends volunteered to help out. Patrick and the Chief went to the bar next door to see if the owner would hold a pub night fundraiser for them on the same night. He didn't see why not since it was on one of his slower business nights and soon the details for that were set. Word got out about the fund-raiser and the guys had even more girls on standby for the big night. They had sold over $3000 in advanced tickets and even more promised to show up on the night of the event. They even got a somewhat famous porn star to perform for them for an additional $30 on top of the normal fee. "How in the world did you get Scarlett King to come help us out and wear nothing but bunker pants?" The Chief asked Patrick in amazement. "She's one of the biggest names in modern day porn." "I've been seeing her for months" said Patrick. The Chief laughed because, well in all honesty, Patrick wasn't the type of guy you'd think a porn star would sleep with. They guys kept making references to the Disney movie, "Beauty and the Beast" to tease him about her. They were teasing him just to hide the fact they all wanted to sleep with Scarlett ever since she made a movie in which she stared as a female firefighter who handled all the hose in her department. They would have given anything to be able to be in Patrick's shoes when it came to sleeping with her. "How on earth did you meet Scarlett King and I think the better question is, how the hell did you get her in bed with YOU?" asked Gregg. He was defiantly one of the jealous ones. She was his favorite porn star of all time. Patrick laughed and told him he met her through his part time job as a paramedic and that she asked for his number in the back of the ambulance as he treated her for injuries she received in a motor vehicle collision. "She called me to have lunch to thank me for everything and I didn't realize who she was until about a month later when she showed me one of her movies. I just thought she was a really pretty girl who was interested in me. Boy was I in for a shock when I started sleeping with her. She's a real tiger in bed." The day of the even came and there were guys lined up around the block before the start of pub night. Patrick realized he drastically underestimated the draw of this type of event. Scarlett pulled up as Patrick stood in front of the firehouse in awe of just how many guys showed up. The wives and girlfriends who offered to help out were already inside changing into their costumes for the night. Patrick showed her inside and she asked what the chances were that she could get him to wear his gear for her and have some fun on the fire truck. The guys were all standing around the meeting room watching as the girls set up their areas. Some of them couldn't believe that their wives volunteered to help out, since they never got this kind of treatment at home. Scarlett went to change and the Chief had her set up in his office. He had a big leather couch and it would be perfect for the firehouse version of the Champagne room. They opened the doors and soon the girls were busy. The girls were servicing fifty guys an hour and the line wasn't going down. The bar was packed and the owner said it was one of his best nights since he was in business. The beers were flowing and so was the food. He had to stand at the door and take head counts so that he didn't go over occupancy and piss off the Fire Official. Patrick couldn't believe the line of guys waiting for Scarlett. He understood she was in the adult entertainment business but he didn't realize how famous she really was. Turns out she made a firefighter themed porn movie and all the guys had seen her and fell in lust with her. Patrick watched Scarlett as she went down on one of her customers. They were charging $50 for ten minutes with her. He was getting horny just watching her suck on the other guy because he knew just how warm and delicious her mouth was on him. The guy wasn't too big and Scarlett could take all of him in her mouth with ease. She looked up and saw Patrick watching her. This excited her and she started sucking the guy harder and stroking him so he'd come for her. She was horny and she was hoping to take a break soon so that Patrick could take care of that problem for her. Gregg was in line next and Heather, one of the girls from the auxiliary was going to take care of him. She undid the button of his pants and they slid down to the floor. He sat down on the pile of pillows in her "station" and she began to stroke him with her hand. Gregg laughed because her hands were as cold as her personality but it was going to be fun to have her suck him off because she was such a bitch to him at different firehouse functions. She went down on him and she wasn't half bad. He kept grabbing the back of her head so that she had to take on more of him. Gregg was pretty hung and she was having a hard time with him. He held her head down and fucked her mouth hard. She really didn't like it at first but soon she got into it once she figured out that it didn't hurt as much if she went with it. Gregg was riding her mouth like a two-dollar whore and she loved it. She played with his balls and he pumped her mouth. He knew she liked it when she gave up on his balls and started to rub her own pussy through her bikini bottoms. Seeing her do this made him shoot his load all over her face and it didn't even faze her. She was too busy dealing with her own needs. "Here let me help you with that", he said. As he started to rub her clit for her, the Chief blew a whistle and told him he was done. Scarlett finally got a five-minute break and Patrick was ready to take advantage of it. He locked the door of the Chief's office and bent Scarlett over the Chief's desk, sending his belongings everywhere. Patrick slid her silk slip up to her waist and he was ready to ride her. She was soaking wet as usual and he didn't have any problem slipping his big fingers in her sopping wet shaved pussy. She was going nuts by the time he had three fingers in her. He knew he couldn't wait much longer to fuck her. He was hard and it was starting to hurt if he didn't cum soon. He dropped his pants and started to rub his cock up and down Scarlett's slick strip. He knew that once he entered her, he wouldn't be able to last too long. He slid into her and she gasped. Patrick was pretty big and she loved how it felt when he entered her. He wasn't as big as some of her co-stars but theirs were downright uncomfortable for her and she much rather have Patrick. He gave into his primal instinct and rode her like an animal. She loved it and she was showing him her vocal appreciation enough that half the firehouse heard her. Scarlett made a few phone calls once she was finished recovering from Patrick's attentions. Soon the firehouse was filled with beautiful girls, friends of hers from the business, and the line moved quickly. Guys were getting back in line and waiting over an hour just to try a different girl. The event was a success between the bar and the girls. Once they shut down the line and got everyone taken care of, they had to stuff all the money they made into shopping bags and take it across the street to Police Headquarters until they could take it to the bank in the morning. The wives and girlfriends went home to bed while the guys entertained the working girls Scarlett had invited down. They found out that some of them were exotic dancers Scarlett knew and that others were up and coming porn stars waiting to make it big. Sean made a big deal about how Ben, one of the guys from the truck company, kept getting back in line for more. "That guy musta dropped a paycheck here tonight between the bar tab and his 5 trips in line. But did anyone notice he was too cheap to go for the champagne room?" Sean was laughing harder. Even the Chief was laughing at Ben. He was the probie and everyone took cheap shots at him. Krystal, one of Scarlett's friends, slid into the bar stool next to Sean and slid her hand to his thigh. Sean smiled and moved closer to her. She rubbed his package. He smiled and put his hand on top of hers so that she had to press down on him harder. He wasn't going to say no to a beautiful porn star wanting to have sex with him. They started kissing and soon they were all over each other. Everyone watched as Krystal lead Sean to a chair across the room and lap danced him. It was plain to see she wasn't wearing any panties under her short skirt and everyone else just watched in awe as she proceeded to rock Sean's world. She lap danced him until she knew he was hard then she knelt down before him and opened his pants with her teeth. The crowd cheered as she used nothing but her teeth and mouth to get him exposed. She got him untangled from his pants and started to lick his shaft up and down. Sean was rock hard and ready for anything as she sucked on the side of his shaft. She sucked on him a few minutes until she could tell by the sounds of his moans that he was getting close. She then straddled him and planted herself down on his ready rod. He was over-aroused as he slid into her wet pussy. The nerve endings in his cock went wild as she clenched him hard from within. He knew he couldn't last long with her and he let her ride him until he exploded in her. Her pussy milked him dry and they came together as his last blast of cum hit her cervix. She was panting like an animal as she came and begging god to save her. Sean was more of a take this bitch kind of guy as he came and the whole bar was laughing at the noise and the show that the two of them were putting on. Three of the girls went over to the chief and began to stroke and kiss him. He was game for the attention and soon the four of them were going back to his office in the firehouse. It seemed the party was breaking up. Patrick whispered in Scarlett's ear and soon they were walking out the door to her truck. She smiled and grabbed his ass. Everyone in the bar knew where they were going. The guys just looked at Patrick leaving the bar with the famous porn star and shook their heads. Life was not fair. The Firehouse Pole With the engines gone, it was easy to move about freely through the rustic firehouse on Fifth and Reginald. Composed of brick, the building kept much of its very character it acquired from the 1800s when it was built. Love and skillful hands went into the brickwork and intricacies of the building's composition. It even had it's original pole that disappeared into a second floor, a loft perhaps, but I couldn't quite tell which. With a bit of curiosity driving me, however, I meandered through the open lot where the two main engines were parked regularly, and headed quietly up the stairs. I have always wanted to see what this place looked like inside, but never had the courage to ask a fireman for a tour. So here I am, the sirens still fresh in the background, moving east and away from the station, and I'm climbing stairs. I wonder how many people have worked here through the years, how many lives lost in fighting battles for other people's possessions. It takes a true person to save other people's shit from destruction. As I reached the second floor, my eyes wandered the open space. Couches, a pool table, a television — flat screen and propped on the wall, a table with chairs and a small kitchenette. To me, it was just like they show in the movies. I paused, listening, and there were still no sounds. I grew confident in believing I was alone, and meandered towards the pole. Peering down onto the floor below, I grinned to myself. How can one not wonder what it's like to get that call, adrenaline rushing, sliding with the squealing of skin on metal as they rush to a truck, donning equipment? I wondered how many burly hands, how many strong fingers gripped this and stroked all the way til their feet hit the floor. With a grin, I wrapped my fingers about the cool metal and pressed myself against it, letting out a soft exhale as I did. In my mind's eye, the vision of a strong body swirls down to ground, and I couldn't help but find myself growing aroused. Again, I paused, listening. I looked around the second story from where I stood, listened for footsteps or voices from the floor below, and I still remained confident I was alone, in this large building, with my imagination. So what did I decide to do next, you may wonder? Enough to get me arrested for sure! I held to the pole and slid to a sitting position, keeping my legs from dangling through the hatch, afraid someone below would see me if they came in to the station. It was a good thing I decided to wear a summer dress that day, for it made what I was about to do next much easier, much more exciting. Already I could feel the dampness growing between my thighs, the heat building in my core as I drew fingers along the pole, then up from my knees to the insides of my legs. With a catch of breath, deft fingertips found a swelling bud through the fabric, teasing it gingerly. Who knew the smells and created images in my brain would turn me on so much? I hooked one leg around the cold metal, gasping at the contrast of hot skin against the cool pole. A grin creased my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. Tugging aside the scant cloth of my panties, my fingers found my clit, circling it, teasing it, drawing out more arousal as I could certainly feel how wet I had become. At first it began slowly, but the fact was, I was in a public building, doing naughty things where anyone could find me. And with that thought, two fingers parted swollen lips and penetrated as deep into my cunt as I could possibly press, devouring the digit far past the knuckles and holding tight at the base. A small squeal escaped parted lips as my breaths increased, my breasts rising and falling as I worked those trained hands on my body. I pulled myself closer to the pole, my ass just hanging slightly over the opening that led to below, and pressed my hands into the metal, grinding this feverish pussy with fervor. It didn't take long for my world to turn white. Lost in a flurry of thought, I cried out, muffled by pursed lips as my breath drew out in long, heated exhales. I threw my head back, eyes closed as I stared into oblivion behind the darkness of my eyelids. The juices from my pussy coated those fingers, slickening them with the heat of the moment. Grinning, I caught my breath and still with my head held back, I opened my eyes. "Can I help you?" a voice questioned, directly above me. I thought I was going to fall through the opening, to travel down that pole on my own in shock. But just as I felt my body begin to freefall, his hand reached out and snagged at my elbow, the other at behind the crook of my knee, and drew me back onto the floor, away from the hatch. I was mortified, beet-red even as I scrambled to my knees, head bent as I stared at the floor. "Oh god, oh please don't arrest me. I'll leave. I didn't think anyone was here!" I pleaded my case, embarrassed by being caught. "On the contrary. What you seemed to have failed to notice was me laying on that bed back there, behind those curtains. I saw you come up, and I watched you. I'm impressed you have the courage to sneak through here and play with yourself." His finger lifted my chin for me to look him in the face. He was squatting, and through the work-pants, I could easily see his own arousal. When I finally looked him in the eye, he was grinning. His eyes were lit with a sense of playfulness, and his lips were pursed in a mischievious smirk. It was only a matter of moments where his finger moved from my chin to find its way and wind itself with the rest of his hand through my hair. He tugged gently, bringing me upright as he stood. But he kept me on my knees. Staring now at the rather obvious bulge of his pants, he began to unbuckle his belt. "Well, well, well. Are you hungry for this, as well?" and without waiting for an answer, the swollen tip of his cockhead sprung forth, bobbling just before my line of sight. My breath caught in my mouth and I looked up at him. "You're a pretty little thing. I bet you have a fantasy of being fucked here, don't you?" and he was right. I mean, it wasn't as full-blown as it was now, for this man was every fitted stereotype of that sexy, calendar-worthy firefighter. I could see the swell of his muscles beneath the black t-shirt, and I could see, especially now, the muscular stature of his legs and stomach. And his cock was of notable size and thickness. But yet I still couldn't answer. "Aww, don't tell me you've run shy now..." he chuckled, pulling my head back to look upwards at him, staring at his face with his cock poised just before my mouth. "Do you want to take it?" he asked. "Answer me." And I did. Rather, my mouth did, but it formed no words. Instead, staring up at his face I caught the tip of of his dick between my lips and sucked inwards, feeling as first the head teased my tongue, but then moaning as the length of his thick cock traveled to press against the back of my throat. My god, he smelled and tasted great! Never taking my eyes from his face, I watched as his own rolled into the back of his head as I found my chin pressing against the swell of his balls. I groaned against his shaft as my mouth began to fuck along the length of it. It didn't help that his fingers intertwined in my hair egged my expertise on. "God, you're good," be managed after a few minutes of me spending time milking that cock with these lips. I pulled back, winked and nodded. "I've never had any complaints," I returned. His fingers released my hair and next thing I knew, I was standing there, in front of him, as his cock bobbed and twitched, wanting more than what I was offering. I looked down at it, cupping his sac in my hands, fingers toying gently just beneath them as he found my eyes again with his. Leaning forward, his mouth found mine and we were kissing, tongues playing, wrestling in the moment of lust. Murmuring against my breath he barely managed a 'Turn around..' as his hands quickly guided my hips, my body not resisting his demand as I found myself facing the pole and the exit below. His face buried into the crook of my neck, tongue tracing the flesh as he felt beneath my dress, tugging aside the panties. "You're fucking soaked, you pretty little slut," he growled, his hand rising only to fall with an audible slap against the skin of my ass. I cried out, hands falling forward to brace against the pole, keeping myself from falling below. My hips rolled, taunting his cock as he moved the head of it between my sodden lips. I really was soaked, and it was only one thrust that sent him deep, buried into my cunt and nestled against my cervix. "Oh fuck yes!" I bit into my bottom lip, for fear of being found out. Now it wasn't just about me, but about this sexy creature in which was claiming me there, in my very own fantasy. How lucky can a woman get? He remain poised there for a moment, bracing his muscular frame against my backside, his hands wrapping about my midsection to draw my body back against him before finally beginning slow, delicious strokes in and out of my core. I couldn't help but whimper as I rested back, rolling my hips into him as we stood there fucking over the fireman's hole, with me holding onto the pole. "You cannot begin to understand just how good you feel," he whispered against my ear before taking it between his teeth, biting playfully as his fingers found beneath the dress and teased against my nipples. I retorted with "You have no idea how good you feel, Sir," and with that, his body began to pump a bit faster, causing my knuckles to whiten as they gripped dearly to the metal before me. A low moan slipped through my teeth, my breath caught in my chest. Oh yes, he felt very good there, fucking me in this fire station, not another soul to be found. "Now hold on tight," he grinned, and I caught the grin out of the corner of my eye as I changed a glance back behind us, staring as best I could at his physique. I obeyed quickly, and just as he saw my hands holding for dear life, he lifted me upwards, parting my legs and driving with a fury into the depth of my cunt. "Oh my god!" I cried loudly, and he returned the words with a primal grunt. My toes barely touched the floor, and I was balanced precariously as it were. The sounds of our skin echoed loudly as he slapped his pelvis against my ass, his balls slamming against my clit. It was enough to drive me overboard, and with this sensation, I bucked back wildly into him with my own animalistic fury. "That's right! Fuck. Me," I snarled, my pussy tightening as the climax began to take hold of my body. Seconds past, and soon his cock and balls were coated with thick juices from a powerful orgasm that rocked my frame, shoulders trembling as fingers fought to hold on. He didn't let up, though, and continued thrusting deeply, exquisitely into me. I don't think I have ever fucked this raw and delicious in my life! "Take it, you little slut; take it!" he barked as I could feel the muscles in his legs tighten, how his fingers pinched and tugged at my nipples, how his mouth found my neck and settled there, teeth grazing as he sucked at the skin. The sounds coming from my throat were driven by carnal desires, and my body matched his speed. I grinded back into his cock, feeling with every slam into me the bounce of my tits and the breath near knocked from my lungs. His breath sped, his moans now turning into low growls as I stole another look back at his face. I could see the tendons visibly tense in his neck, and the vein of his forehead bulging as he took me, owned me at that fire pole. God, this man was sexy! "Yeeeaaaahhh," he drawled, pulling me from the pole and closing in on me tightly. His hand dropped down between my legs as his fingers deftly found the swollen nub of my clit. I whimpered as I watched him play, feeling him burying himself as deep as he could into the slick wetness. "Oh my god," I whined, "Oh my fucking god," and he felt it too. My legs quivered, my body began to shake, and his fingers quickened the pace, flicking and circling with fervor as he drove me into another orgasm. "Yes, yes yes!" I cried, "Don't stop!" and he didn't. In fact, he pushed on so hard that we dropped to our knees, his hands settling onto my ass as he pounded harder, deeper than we achieved when standing. Finally, with a loud yell he tensed, his entire body freezing with a final thrust against me, nails dragging from my shoulders down to the small of my back, and he came. I could feel the sticky release of his jizz as it met with my own release, soaking his cock and balls as it seeped from my center. His body jerked along with his cock and he pulled back and thrusted one last time into me, the last of his seed spurting against my cervix. And with heated breaths, he dropped his frame atop me and curled himself around me. Tender kisses met my shoulders, the nape of my neck, my spine. I shuddered and let out the smallest mewls at the sensation, and then he pulled out. Just as he did, the sounds of a truck was heard nearing, and the garage door was beginning to open. Scrambling, he pulled out of me, leaving a sticky trail of cum dribbling from my pussy lips to the floor, and my thighs. I sat back, drew my dress down and quickly came to stand. Thank god my panties remained, and I just moved them into place, catching the aftermath of our sex. Adjusting my hair, I watched as this man scrambled with adjusting his belt, sliding the leather into the rung. He looked at me and winked, motioning to the pole. "Be my guest," he said, and with a whirl, I slid quickly to ground, the fireman following. Three men came walking into the building after that, and the man that just moments ago spent himself inside me shook my hand. "I hope you enjoyed the tour of the firehouse, miss. Perhaps we'll see you again," and he grinned as the blush rose on my cheeks. "Yes, of course," I managed weakly and turned, quickly making my way out into the open. Holy shit, what a rush, I thought. As I moved down the street, I saw both engines return, backing into their spots. I grinned to myself and did a little skip-step. Walking backwards, I stared at the beautiful architecture that grew smaller in the distance, knowing just a few minutes before, I had the best hose in that house.