The instructor (6)

In 2012 my dear and sexy male friend of many years co-wrote a story with me, called Katie & Steve. When I put the goal on my 101 list to co-write at least two more stories, he was the first I turned to and he was totally up for another, sexy story. I started the story; he ended it. We could not plan ahead, as you did not know what the other would write. The story has been sent to and fro numerous times as we added new pieces to it, but we continuously made sure that it made ONE story.

This friend of mine has featured in quite a couple of true stories on my blog and will do so more in future.

*** The picture was borrowed from vultureofcritique.wordpress.com


womansoldierContinued from… The instructor (5)

At ten minutes to five Zoe checked that her uniform was clean and neat. Then she jogged over to the administrative block where Sergeant Hanson’s office was located. She arrived at his office door with a few minutes to spare and opted to kill the time by walking around the admin block rather than hanging around the front and attracting unnecessary attention from other instructors. Having timed her walk precisely, Zoe stepped up to the door of the Sergeant’s office at precisely 5pm, and knocked sharply. Silence! 15 seconds ticked by. She was about to knock again when suddenly a voice boomed from inside: “Come in!”

Zoe reached for the door handle, opened the door and stepped in to the office. The room was spartan but neat. A desk covered in an army blanket, filing cabinet in the corner, one chair behind the desk in which Hanson sat. She closed the door behind her and walked to stand at attention in front of the desk.

Hanson did not look up at her, but continued to fill out the requisition forms for the delivery of ammunition for the following weeks shooting practice at the range.
“So,” he said, “You think you are something quite special don’t you, taking your time to carry out the instructions I give you, deciding to attend to your needs before you follow my instructions, is that correct?”
Zoe quivered slightly with fear at the edge to his voice, but she was determined not to show him how she felt. She swallowed hard and in as clear a voice as possible answered, “No Sir….”

“SIR,” bellowed Hanson, jumping up from his chair, “I am not an officer young lady, I fucking work for a living, you will refer to me as Sergeant, do you understand?”
“Yes Sergeant,” Zoe replied. Hanson stared into her eyes with fury, and as he sat back down he indicated she should continue with a casual flick of his hand.
“I do not believe I am special Sergeant,” Zoe said, “I simply had to use the bathroom and took the opportunity to do so before we went to PT.”

Hanson leaned back in his chair and looked at the recruit standing in front of him. He had to admit that she was an attractive woman. About 5ft 8 by his estimate, deep red hair and clear blue eyes and her body was slim and in good shape, breasts were full and firm and she clearly had a nice tight ass.
“Are you a dyke, recruit?” Hanson asked is a soft clear voice.

Zoe thought for a moment that perhaps she had misheard him. Had he just asked if she was a dyke?
“No Sergeant, I am not a dyke, as you call it.”
“I see,” Hanson said, “Most women who join the army seem to be the butch dyke type, but if your are not then what is your excuse?”

Again Zoe could not quite believe that she would feel so free in telling him about her situation, but his cool calm demeanor seemed to inspire confidence and trust and she found herself explaining about David and her disappointment when she found that he was cheating on her. How she had seen the advertisement on TV and felt that the army offered a new start for her.

Hanson listened impassively as she stood at attention in front of his desk and told her story. He noticed that when she spoke about the former fiance, her emotions welled up and she breathed in deeply. He also noticed that her breasts heaved slightly as she spoke, and in his combat trousers there was a small stirring of delight. He got up from his chair and walked around the desk and walked around so that he was standing directly behind her. She remained at attention, staring straight ahead. He noticed that her combat pants were pulled deliciously tight across her tight ass, and his cock stirred again in he pants. He stood very close behind her and spoke softly but firmly into her ear.

“It seems to me that you are perhaps a little out of your depth here, am I right?”
Zoe nodded slightly and murmured: “Yes Sergeant.”
She noticed how close he was behind her and for some inexplicable reason she felt her nipples harden slightly and a warm flush in her crotch. She hoped he would not notice, but before she could worry about it any further, the soft rumble of his voice penetrated her head again.

“I can help you get through this with the minimum of pain and hassle, if you want, that is? Or I can make this the most miserable experience of your life, its really up to you. Of course if you want my help it’s going to cost you,” Hanson said.

To be continued… The instructor (7)

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