1. The Perks of Military Command- Part IV


    Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    green Army t-shirt. I silently stepped in front of her as she leaned on the front edge of my Army-issued grey desk, her hands flat on the surface behind her. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt and up to her chest, lightly squeezing her boobs through her brassiere. She lowered her head and took in a deep breath and then forcefully exhaled. I was rock hard. She unfastened the belt of her trousers. It was like we were back in basic training, all over again. I unbuttoned the buttons of her BDU trousers, allowing them to slip down to rest on her boots. She was again 'commando', not wearing any underwear. “Do you always go commando?" I asked. “Yes, sir,” she replied. “I hate underwear.” I slipped a lone finger into her steaming hot vagina and she twitched and gasped, her mouth open. I slipped another finger into her open mouth and she lightly bit down as I fingered her pussy. I took a step back and unfastened my BDU trousers. I pulled them and my boxers down as she felt for my cock. I was more than ready. I had her spin around and put her hands flat on my desk. Bending her forward, I positioned the head of my cock for entry into her vagina from behind. Because she was so wet, I had no trouble ...
    entering her. She moaned softly as I entered her love box, my one hand on my cock and the other arm wrapped around her waist. It was like déjà vu. It didn’t take long until she was shivering in ecstasy, her hands balled up into fists as I shot my load deep inside of her. I unloaded with so much pressure that the sticky white cum streamed down her thighs and onto her BDU trousers. I kissed the nape of her neck and she cooed softly. She turned, and our tongues met in a small battle for control. The girl could kiss like no other girl I had ever kissed. Finally, after a few minutes of pure ecstasy, I readjusted my BDU trousers as she did the same. “I think I will have to become your sex slave,” she said, refastening her belt buckle and adjusting her battle dress uniform. I smiled. “It’s your call,” I replied. “No pressure.” I took a seat in my chair behind the desk as she sat on the edge of the desk, facing me, her feet dangling a few inches from the office floor. “Whatever you need, sir,” she replied. “I will make sure you are well taken care of.” “All I need now...” I started to reply, before being cut off. “I’m already working on it,” Corporal Lovejoy responded. I loved the way she could read my mind.
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