Dream a Little Dream
by blarney stone
Rated NC-17 m/m, m/f
Disclaimer: Due South and it's characters belong to Alliance, not to me. No copyright infringement is intended.
So I had this dream. Out of the blue; out of nowhere, it explodes inside my head, and I can't think of anything else. It's crazy. I don't even dream in color, but this. . this was unbelievable.
It starts like this.
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I walked into the squadroom. I was hip, I was cool, the hair was right, the three day stubble was screaming "I don't give a DAMN!" to all the passersby, and I felt good. I was walking the walk; a half smirk, half sneer for everyone I met. Francesca planted herself in my path, giving me the evil eye.
"What's shaking sister mine?" I purred.
"Stow it, geekboy. Welsh wants to see you in his office," she snapped and led the way.
I followed her obediently, not thinking about the chewing out I was gonna get for whatever it was that I had done this time. I was thinking about the tight little black skirt she was wearing and the tight little butt underneath it. Man, does that girl know how to move! Swish, swish, swish; her hips swung back and forth, hypnotizing me. I had a fantasy of going into Welsh's office, finding it empty and Francesca saying, "Take me!"
Warm, happy, dirty thoughts flowed through my brain. I shook my head. Couldn't go into his office with my favorite body part standing at attention.
We stopped in front of his door. She waved me in with a, "Good luck. You're gonna need it."
The door slammed behind me and I realized the office was empty. Turning around in confusion, I saw Francesca standing by the door. That tight little black skirt was laying in the floor. No panties; just stockings and garter belts, oh my!!
"But, but. ." I stuttered, and then, with surprising strength for such a little girl; she threw me over Welsh's desk.
The next thing I knew, my pants and briefs were gathered around my ankles, and she was climbing up on top of me.
"Don't talk," she ordered.
Okay, I'm not stupid; I kept my mouth shut. Then she went down on me and I had to bite me lip not to scream. She was hot, and wet, and tight, oh yeah tight! I grabbed her hips and she slapped me, hard. I liked it.
"No. This is my party. We dance to my tunes!" she growled.
Fine with me. I was fucking the sexiest woman since Stella at her sweet
16. I was not about to argue. She rode me like a horse. Up and down, in and out; she squeezed my poor rod with muscles I didn't know existed. Every now and then she would belt me, which I took to be a sign that she was enjoying herself.
You're wondering if I wasn't concerned about Welsh coming in. Hell, I wanted him to come in! Welsh, and Huey, and especially Dewey, the dork; let the whole department know how lucky I was!
Francesca was screaming in Italian, and raking her nails across my chest. The room was spinning and I thought I going under, when she shuddered and I shot my load.
My dark-haired hellcat collapsed on top of me, and we lay there basking in that wonderful post-fucky glow.
The sound of a throat clearing interupted our bliss. "Pardon me, Ray. Um, Francesca, your mother is here with Sister Mary Anglina and Father Michael," Fraser said, absolutely calm.
"Shit!," she moaned, jumping up and throwing on her clothes swiftly with the expertise that comes from much practice. "How does my mother alway know when I'm having sex?" she complained and rushed out.
Fraser shut the door behind her, and regarded me with a raised eyebrow. I struggled to sit up and reached for my pants, feeling kind of embarassed by my nakedness.
Before I knew it, he was standing right in front of me, his hand on my cheek. "What. . what," I began.
"Don't talk," he whispered, and slid me off the desk and on to my knees.
Snap, zip, wiggle, and I was face to head with a very large and slightly purple mountie-dick. Yes, I was surprised, and no, I didn't know he was into that, but there it was dangling in front of me, and it was so BIG! I couldn't help myself; I had to lick it, just once to see what it would taste like. So I did, and he moaned and shivered, and I liked that as much as Francesca punching me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and sighed, "Suck it, Ray!"
Well, how could I say no to that? Both hands, and it took both hands, wrapped themselves around that perfect Canadian shaft, and I licked the end, and ran my tongue along the slit. He gasped, and I throated him. Let me tell you, there's nothing like a king-sized dick from the Great White North shoved down your throat. I relaxed and let him thrust as deep into my mouth as he could get.
Just then, the door opened again, and Turnbull came in. "Excuse me, Constable Fraser and Detective Kowalski, but Inspector Thatcher has an urgent message for you," he blithered.
"Not now!" Fraser groaned. I, of course, didn't say anything.
"But it's urgent!" he whined. "She needs you back at the consulate immediately. It's a matter of national security!"
Fraser growled and fucked my mouth harder. Turnbull continued to babble, but we both
ignored him.
I scraped my teeth along his shaft. He grunted, and I moaned, well, as best as I could. I was in heaven.
I'll tell you a secret; I love to fuck women, and be fucked by men. it's just the way I am. Deal with it.
All to soon, Fraser screamed the name of the Queen and flooded my mouth with Soup du Mountie.
"I have to go Ray, I'm sorry,' he said, zipping up.
He flew out of the room and I was left on my knees with my pants still around my ankles and my dick throbbing.
Turnbull smiled and politely offered me his hand. I took it and he helped me up, and pulled me into a tight embrace.
"Hey. hey," I began.
"Don't talk," he ordered, and turned me around and bent me over Welsh's desk.
I gasped as big mountie hands caressed my ass. A thick finger worked it's way into my asshole. I wriggled against it. What can I say? I've always been a slut. Another finger joined the first and then a third. I started worrying. If his fingers were this big, then what about his dick?
Something sticky slathered over my butt and into my chute. I gripped the edge of the desk, closed my eyes and prepared for the ride of my life.
Now Fraser's rod is big, very big. I'm green with envy. But the rock hard monster dick that shoved it's way between my cheeks and and into my passage, belongs into the Guiness Book of Records!
It took him forever to get that thing inside me, but he finally did. We both took a moment to catch our breaths, and then he started. It was slow and easy at first. I grunted my approval and he started working me harder.
Oh man, it's was good. Turnbull was crooning something, I don't know what; all I could think about was my aching ass and my weeping dick. He thrust into me so hard that with every blow, we pushed Welsh's desk a little further across the room.
Finally, we hit the wall and neither one of us could take it anymore. I spewed my wad against the back of the desk and he exploded inside of me.
Then I was sliding to the floor and he was standing over me. Welsh came in and yelled, "What the hell is going on here?" Fortunately, I woke up.
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There it is. What do you think, do I need a shrink? Or maybe I need to get laid.
the end
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