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
Continued from… The instructor (7)
His voice brought her into action. Within seconds her red lingerie was on the floor too. She kept one arm covering her breasts and she held her other hand in front of her crotch. Not once had she expected the sergeant to want her to be naked right now. She thought he would want her to suck him and that they would at least first get to know each other better before she had to be naked. The way he was looking at her was making her feel like merchandise. The feeling intensified when he stood up and started to walk around her. As he did so, he kicked her clothes and shoes towards the door. Sergeant Hanson ran his hand over her back, down towards her buttocks. He lifted her breasts one by one and felt their weight in his hands. He touched her flat tummy and cupped her sex in his hand. Standing close to her he put his hands on her buttocks and squeezed. He pulled them apart and pushed them back together again. He spread her labia and touched her clitoris. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pinched them. He pushed his finger into her wetness and tasted her on his finger.
He leaned back against his desk and watched her. Zoe glanced down and saw the huge bulge in his pants. It satisfied her to know he was as excited as she was. Her nipples were hard and a pool of wetness between her legs was threatening to escape and run down her inner thighs.
“Turn around, recruit,” Sergeant Hanson ordered.
Zoe turned around.
“Keep your back turned towards me. Pick your clothes and shoes up from the floor. Keep your legs straight at all times.”
Zoe did as she was told. Bending forward, she had to spread her legs to reach the clothes and shoes. She knew that Hanson had a clear view on her wet pussy. She hugged her clothes tight to her body and walked back to where the sergeant was still leaning against his desk.
He took her clothes from her and threw it on the desk. Hanson pulled her to the side of the desk and guided her backwards until she was lying on his desk. He pushed her knees up, spreading her legs wide in the process.
“I still want to see all that is mine for now,” he said and this time there was a slight smile around his mouth.
Zoe just looked at him. Her heart was racing in her chest. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life.
“Show me,” he whispered and glanced down at her pussy.
Zoe smiled and pushed her hands between her legs. She ran a finger through her wetness and then spread her labia for him to see.
“Good girl,” he said, “see, it’s not so difficult when you just follow my orders. This is all about my pleasure, not yours. Just do as I say and you will have no problems getting through your basic training.”
While talking, Hanson had let go of her legs and was pulling her towards him, holding onto her nipples. Zoe followed the pain. He helped her off the desk, turned her around and pushed her forward. Her upper body rested on his desk. One hand stayed on her back as she heard a rustling of clothes behind her…
Hanson quickly undid the heavy webbing belt that held up his combat trousers and dropped them to the floor, swiftly followed by his underwear. Freeing his hard straining cock from the confines of his clothing was an enormous relief and the slight brush of cooler air made his cock stiffen even further.
He reached across the small space of the office and pulled a chair in behind him and sat down. His rigid cock stood straight up and it quivered slightly as he looked again at Zoe’s perfect smooth ass and her glistening pussy lips peaking from between her thighs. He reached forward with one hand and ran his fingers slowly and seductively from the inside of her one knee, up her inner thigh, over her warm wet and swollen pussy lips and down her other thigh to her knee. The motion of his hand was fluid and firm and as his strong but sensitive fingers brushed across Zoe’s pussy she moaned involuntarily and her knees seemed to buckle slightly.
“Stand still recruit,” Hanson muttered. “You do not have permission to move, let alone wriggle about like some teenager in heat, understand?”
“Yes Sergeant,” Zoe muttered.
“Speak clearly when you are spoken to,” Hanson growled, and Zoe answered in a clear voice: “Yes Sergeant!”
To be continued… The instructor (9)
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