The instructor (7)

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 (6)

“What do you mean by, cost me,” Zoe asked, “you want protection money? Is this a shake down?”

Hanson smiled as she blurted out her question.
“No, I am not trying to extract money from you,” he said. He took a quarter step forward until he was standing right up against her back, his barrel chest pushed against her shoulders and his hips pushed against her ass. His right arm curled around her waist and his large and powerful hand cupped her right breast through the fabric of her combat shirt.

Zoe stiffened instantly as this man invaded her personal space, touched his body to hers and his hand on her breast. And yet she remained at attention staring in front of her. She also noticed that in spite of this unconscionable violation of her body by her instructor, she also felt a flush of hot moisture between her legs and her nipples stiffened to rock hard in an instant.

“No, I don’t want money from you,” he said, as his hand closed more firmly over her breast. “I will make sure you get through this basic training experience without too much difficulty, and in return your ass is literally mine for the time you are here. You will do as I say and provide me with pleasure, and I will look after you. How does that sound?”

The question hung in the air for a few seconds and his strong fingers gripped her nipple between them and rolled it back and forth. The sensation it created was really quite pleasant and Zoe had to drag her mind back to the reality of his question. Finally she said: “Yes Sergeant, I think I can manage that in return for getting me through basic training.”
Still at attention, but with her mind abuzz with what was happening, Zoe asked: “What do you want me to do for you, Sergeant?”

This was exactly the outcome Hanson had been hoping for. He slipped his other around her waist and took her left breast in his hand. Now, cupping both her breasts in his hands and her ass rubbing seductively against his ever stiffening cock, he said: “For starters, I want to see what is mine. Undress.”

With a last pinch to both her nipples, the Sergeant moved away. Zoe was surprised at the emptiness she instantly felt. How could she be this excited about a man after what David had put her through? This man is manipulating her and she should report him, but strangely enough, she longed for this experience. She wanted to see where this would go. She liked the idea of him ordering her around, of him using her any way he saw fit, of her serving him in any way he wanted. Thinking about it, Zoe realized that it was not about getting through her basic training easily. It was all about the sexual tension she felt the moment she saw this man for the first time.

Vaguely she registered that he locked the door to his office. A hard slap on her ass brought her back to the here and now.
“I told you to undress, recruit! Obey or leave my office. This is your last chance. I will not tolerate any disobedience from you.”
Zoe quickly pulled her shirt out of her pants and started to unbutton her shirt. She pushed it down over her shoulders and let it slip over her hands. It fell to the floor. She bent down to undo the laces on her combat boots. One by one she pulled her boots from her feet. The thick sturdy army-issue socks followed. She straightened up again and noticed that the Sergeant was watching her. Her pants quickly joined the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Zoe was wearing a lacy red bra and matching panties. She stood in front of the Sergeant amongst her army clothes and shoes and did not know whether she should keep her arms in front of her or to her sides. The Sergeant just looked at her. Was there approval in his eyes? Disapproval. Zoe put her arms behind her back, her feet slightly apart. She was in the ‘at ease’ position and waiting for the Sergeant to give her his next order. She fixed her eyes on a spot on the wall behind him.

“What is this, recruit?” the Sergeant asked after a silence that must have lasted for at least ten minutes.
“Uh… Sergeant… uhh… I…” Zoe stammered.
“I told you to undress, did I not?”
“Yes, Sergeant.”
“Are you undressed?”
“You mean, I should be naked?” Zoe looked at him with big eyes and then added for good measure, “Sergeant.”
“Of course I mean you should be naked, recruit,” Sergeant Hanson hissed. “How can I see all that is mine if you keep some of it covered?”
Zoe just stared at him.
“Now. Get. Naked.”

To be continued… The instructor (8)

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