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It wasn't everyday you got pulled along for a mission outside of the usual base in Teufort. Today however, was different.

The Administration had other plans for you. You'd been sent along with 3 of the other mercenaries, that being Demo, Scout, and Sniper. Demo was the driver and with how spacious it was, the vehicle of choice had been Sniper's van.

He wasn't too thrilled with the Scotsman taking the wheel of his precious camper, but eventually with enough 'She'll be fine, laddie!' and 'Just because I'm a wee bit of a drunk dinnae mean I ain't a fine driver!', he reluctantly gave in.

You sat in the back, right between Scout and Sniper. The ride was exactly as one might expect.

On the left side side of you sat the well known chatterbox who just went on about Tom Jones and Baseball, while the on the right had someone quiet and secluded. Sniper didn't do much except look out the window, but there were times where he'd direct his attention elsewhere.

He looked around the vehicle in which he was well acquainted with, make an occasional comment usually in response to Demo, or he'd look over at you.

You swore there'd been times where he gave you a small smirk, some kind of subtle gesture of appreciation. Likely because you were shielding him from Scout's little rambles, you thought. But you often found yourself wondering if it were something more.

It was clear there was something in the air just about midway to your location. The strangest part was only you seemed to notice it. Sniper shifted a little in his seat, leaning back to relax his posture. You never caught him looking at you but whenever you glanced over to him, his face was flushed.

As you four made it to your destination, Demoman grabbed his weapons and equipment. The first one out the car was Scout, promptly shutting the door behind him.

Demo followed after and the two were heard chatting outside. They didn't stop to wait, figuring this mission was important and they should be there as quickly as possible. You two would catch up anyway, or so they thought.

When you moved to exit the car as well, you were promptly stopped by long, rough fingers wrapping around your arm to pull you back.

Pulling you into his lap without a word, Sniper sucked in a breath. The minute you settled down, you could feel his length straining against his pants. It was clear that all his shifting in his seat from before was him just trying to ignore this very obvious problem.

"Been thinkin' bout you this whole trip.. could hardly take my eyes off ya." he would say.

Before you could bring up your concerns about being left behind, he captures you into a kiss and completely melts those worries away. It's slow, sensual and this Aussie certainly seemed to value taking his time. He bites your lower lip as he continues to greedily claim your mouth, all the while his hands start to slowly make their way down to knead your waist.

His fingertips press into your soft skin through thin fabric, just wanting to touch and hold more of you by the minute. His tongue tastes like black coffee, bitter and yet you couldn't help take in more of it.

Once he's had enough, Mundy begins to shift you over on one knee so he could unbuckle his pants. You decide to help him out a little by taking off your own clothes but he stops your hand.

"Nah. I wanna do it. Unwrap you like it's Christmas morning.."

It becomes very apparent that when his daks come off, he wasn't wearing any boxers. His length is quick to spring up once released, the tip already beading with pre-come. By the looks of it he'd been thinking about this for a while now. It doesn't take him very long to undress you and once he gets a look of you, he just couldn't get enough.

The sight of your body goes straight to his dick and as he leans forward to kiss at your neck, you can feel him throb.

"Bloody gorgeous thing, you are." he murmurs into your ear, now beginning to lift you into position.

He holds your waist and lets you sink down slowly onto his cock, giving you time to adjust while you mentally take in how deep he is in you. Once he's sure you've taken him properly, he would start to move.

Rolling his hips into yours, Mundy only pulls out a moment so he could stuff himself back in. Your warmth and tightness makes him emit a low groan as he makes you take every inch.

He does his best to hit every sweet spot of yours, and gladly takes his time in ensuring you enjoy this too. He never was much of a talker, so it doesn't surprise you that all you're getting out of him is huffs.

Despite this, you find his sounds undoubtedly arousing as he makes them directly next to your ear. You on the other hand, are much louder. Mundy only encourages this by pushing himself into where you seem to love it the most. The Aussie reaches a hand up to run his fingers through your hair, breathing heavily the whole time.

He can feel your arousal trickling down his cock and it only makes him all the more eager to make you his.

You didn't know it yet, but he had plans to fill you. A pretty lady like you was hard to come by, especially in the deserted spot in New Mexico where they decided to work. Ever since he'd laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you for himself.

"There ya are.. that's it. What a beaut.. you're takin' me so well.."

Nice and slow, he continues to glide his dick against your walls while you're practically begging him to go faster.

He keeps telling you 'hold on', and 'not now, luv' but you just can't take it anymore. You plead with him while grabbing his shoulders and finally he begins to pick up the pace. His breath hitches as he rams up into you faster, hot and wet air being puffed onto your neck.

Slick sounds fill the van, his length completely soaked thanks to you. " 'm close.." he grunts out, pounding himself into you as he tries to chase his approaching high.

It's not long before he gave in to release, grabbing your thighs with each hand as he pulls you into him. He was effectively anchoring you down while he finished. Two thick, warm spurts are pumped into you, and you couldn't do anything but take his load. Bucking his hips some more, he practically fucks his seed into you, getting it as deep as possible. Then he pants, eyes shut while he sits and holds you.

A bead of sweat rolls down his face and he looks at you through half lidded eyes.

Finally, the bushman gives a smile and pets your head idly, admiring your features for a moment. He loved seeing you come undone, and it was better than anything his mind could've come up with. This was something he could've only seen in his dreams, but feeling you like this in person was all the more better.

Reaching over to the compartment in one of his camper doors, he pulled out a small washrag.

The man used his water bottle to dampen it and after that was done, he'd purr "lets get ya all cleaned up now.. how's that?"