The instructor (18)

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 (17)

“Come in,” he barked when they knocked on the door. They both stepped into the office and stood at attention in front of his desk. He was dressed in casual khaki slacks and a sport shirt.

“In the car park there is an army sedan, go and get in and wait for me,” he said in a voice that brooked no discussion. They both left the office and went to the car. A few minutes later Hanson emerged from the building and walked over to the vehicle. He got in without a word, started the engine and drove out of the main gates of the base and in the direction of the city. No words were spoken between the three of them and Hanson’s demeanor did not invite any questions.
As they neared the outskirts of the city Hanson pulled the car into a lay by. He killed the engine and turned to face Zoe and Hannah.
“Tonight,” he said “will be a new chapter in your further education.”
With that he produced two blindfolds, handed each woman one and told them to cover their eyes and then put their peak caps back on. Once they had complied he started the engine and drove on into the city.

After some time the car slowed and then went down a ramp into what sounded like an underground garage. It stopped and Hanson got out. He came around to the passenger side, opened the doors and helped Zoe and Hannah out of the vehicle.

“Now,” he growled, “for the rest of the evening you will do precisely as you are told and you will comply with every request and instruction put to you, the only rule is the blindfolds may not come off under any circumstances. Understand??”
“Yes Sergeant,” Zoe and Hannah replied in unison. He then led them both by the hand to an elevator which took them to a floor high above the street.

As the elevator pinged to signal its arrival at the destination floor and the doors opened Zoe sensed that the room they were entering was not empty. The air prickled with the obvious presence of a large group of people. For a moment Zoe was terrified. She was blindfolded, in a room she did not know the location of, filled with people she did not know and under the control of a man she feared and desired all at once.

As they walked to what she guessed was the middle of the room Hanson pulled gently on her hand and she stopped. She sensed Hannah standing beside her and she felt the tension radiating of her friend. Hanson cleared his throat, then he stepped in front of each woman and in turn gripped the front of their uniform jackets in his powerful hands. With a swift and violent movement he ripped open the front of each uniform, sending buttons scattering in all directions. Each woman’s underwear was revealed and he removed the shredded remains of their jackets. Their skirts were ripped from their bodies in similar fashion and soon they were standing in the middle of the room in their bra’s and panties. Shoes were discarded and only the blindfolds remained.

Zoe was shaking with a mixture of terror and excitement. She heard Hanson clear his throat and then he said: “Ladies, gentlemen and friends, I present you tonight’s entertainment.”
Laying his hand on Hannah’s shoulder he continued: “This one only likes girls so no cock for her or she will likely bite it off, but this one,” laying his hand on Zoe’s shoulder, “likes it all.”
For a moment there was silence in the room and then Zoe heard the first ripple of light applause. When it faded, Hanson spoke again.
“Please feel free to use as you wish, I only ask that you don’t break or mark them in any way.”
Then he stepped behind each woman in turn and unhooked their bras and removed their panties until they were standing naked and blindfolded in front of a room full of strangers.

Zoe felt as if her body was being battered in a storm she was shaking so much, and a moment later she felt a hand on her breast then another and then in a few seconds her body was being fondled and explored by so many hands and fingers that it was impossible to tell how many people there were. Her response was first to tense her whole body, but as the sensations of pleasure began to flow through her she began to relax and to surrender to the hardness of her nipples and the wetness in her cunt.

To be continued… The instructor (19)

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