Author's notes: I'm no stranger to writing fiction or smut, but this is my first "true" smut story, so please be kind with any feedback. I love JAG, but despise Mac. This is my opportunity to reveal her for how I truly saw her.
Summary: Things are not what they seem when Mac is summoned to the General's office.
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Sarah 'Mac' Mackenzie was an attractive woman with her hourglass figure and she showed it very well with her Marine green uniform contouring to her curves. She sat her desk, trying to get her head around an important case, in which her opposing counsel was none other than Harmon 'Harm' Rabb... the tall, dark haired, blue-eyed, muscular and gorgeous man. Mac was unable to sit still in her seat, feeling fidgety... frisky. She was unsure if it was her visualization of Harm totally naked in front of her or possibly something to do with the case file in front of her.
Then there was AJ Chegwidden; slightly shorter than Harm, by a few inches, bald and attractive in his own right for a Navy SeAL. Since he retired, Mac knew there would be no question or regulations standing in her way to become openly involved with her former commanding officer.
Mac sighed and muttered, "If they only knew..." her thought referring to her colleagues. She closed her thighs tight, the phantom sensations of the sinful acts to save her career when it should've been over returned.
Mac glanced towards her door; she caught a glimpse of Sturgis Turner. She couldn't deny that for a black man he was attractive... for a preacher's son. She felt the wetness increase between her thighs wondering if it were true... black men were well hung. Mac couldn't help herself any longer and dropped her left hand to her lap, reaching up under her uniform skirt. She quietly gasped, discovering how wet her pussy become, glad she was able to get away with wearing thigh high stockings under her uniform, hoping there wasn't a stain on her skirt, let alone having to leave her office any time soon, knowing the scent of her sex would be strong. She slipped her finger into her panties, tormenting her clit with her fingers.
'Damn!' Mac silently cursed. 'I should've closed my door earlier,' she desperately needed to cum and she wanted a good hard cock pounding her pussy. She could feel her nipples hardening from excitement, protruding against her uniform. Mac realized she needed to leave the office and get home to pleasure herself with any number of her sex toys in her nightstand drawer.
In order for Mac to leave early, she had to acquire permission from the new commanding officer, General Gordon Creswell. Mac had hoped that receiving his approval would happen over the phone, but as her luck would have it, Creswell wanted to see Mac in his office. 'Just my luck,' she thought going on her way.
As Mac passed the desk, she noticed that Petty Officer Jenifer Coates was not there. She went directly to Creswell's door and knocked before entering hearing the firm order to enter.
"Sir, you wanted to see me?" Mac asked more than stating to remind him.
"Close the door behind you," Creswell replied, sitting at his desk.
Mac did as instructed and crossed the room. She stood at the front of his desk, adjusting her eyes as he stood and walked around to her side.
Creswell adjusted his eyes along her form, her protruding nipples straining against her uniform hadn't gone unnoticed. "Is there something wrong with you that you need to go home?"
"I'm not feeling well, Sir," Mac replied, keeping her eyes forward.
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that," replied Creswell.
Mac quietly caught a breath in her throat, something about Creswell's tone started to alarm her, but not in the sense of trouble alarming, but a tone she never expected to hear from him; one she would expect him to use with his wife. She turned her head only, "Sir?"
Creswell stretched his hand, placing it on her tight ass, softly caressing at first. "If I let you go home early, what do I get in return?"
Mac turned to face him, forcing Creswell's hand from her ass. "Sir, I really don't think..."
Creswell reached up with both his hands, grazing them over her protruding nipples. "You think that you're the only one to walk around this office having sexual thoughts of fucking your colleagues?"
"No, Sir," Mac practically sighed out, enjoying his touches, eyes glazing over with pure lust.
"Good because Chegwidden did tell me you were 'good'. Don't you think it's about time I find out for myself how 'good' you are?"
Mac's eyes widened in surprise shock, "AJ told you?"
