Military

We were just getting back to the dressers after practice. We had a rough day, running through mud and climbing tall walls. The captains yelled at us a lot, and the sun was cooking us alive. It was my third month since I joined the military, but I was decided to continue with it. I wanted to serve my country.

My name is Penelope and I am 22 years old. I have had a dream of joining the military since I was a teenager. I began to body build and get ready for when the time came, because I knew it wouldn’t be easy, especially for a woman. I think I have surprised my comrades and superiors more than once, due to my skill and agility. When the time for the real battle comes, I am sure I’ll be ready to give my all or die trying. I am willing to.

Back on track, I was surprised there was even a separate shower and locker room for women. The only women in the base were me and my closest friend since I joined, Betty. She was not as brave or strong as I was but she was just as dedicated. She had it harder, though, because she couldn’t defend herself during practice as well as I did. We had to go against men and prove ourselves.

That day, Betty didn’t go to practice because she had a family emergency and had to leave the base. She was home, and I was to be alone for a few days, well, with the guys. I wasn’t very fond or close to the guys, and some of them were really disgusting, and I wasn’t going to put the fact that just because they couldn’t see other women that gave them the right to be gross. They can fuck each other if they wanted to.

But there was someone different. Captain Rogers, a true gentleman, would visit the base sometimes, since he was assigned to another one. He was different from the other immature guys. He was a real man, tall and with attractive composure. I knew he was in the base, so during practice I did my best to impress him in case he was looking. He was particularly fixated on me in case he really was watching, though, which always caught my attention.

After practice, I took a quick shower then went to the locker room to get dressed for dinner later that night. I put on my underwear; I was sure not to wear flashy ones or nothing too extravagant to not get too much attention in case it became visible. I put on my panties and my bra, and when I turned around, Captain Rogers was approaching me, as if he came out of the shadows.

I looked in shock, and he smiled. He walked up to me and kissed me on the lips, and I did nothing but give in instantly. What was going on? Was this some kind of dream? A dream too good to be real, that’s for sure. We continued to make out and he sat me down, then took his cock out of his pants for me to suck on.

“I have noticed you, soldier” he said, while I looked at his stiff cock. “And I am interested in you. I am interested in strong women” he said, putting a hand on my head and plunging my face to his cock, almost choking me as he forced me to deepthroat his big piece of meat. I bobbed my head up and down as I salivated the whole shaft, and he let out slight moans of pleasure. It was great. Captain Rogers was better than I thought.

He held me up and carefully took off the underwear I had just put on, and then began to finger me slowly and carefully, with the intend of getting me wet. As I began to gush, he knew I was ready for him. He stood up and I spread my legs open, ready to let my captain into me. He took his cock and firmly penetrated me in a quick motion, then started to thrust sensually onto me. His physical build and face made it much more hot.

He was drilling my pussy with ease, and it was a red, wet mess within moments. After a few minutes, he took his cock out of my red pussy and began to stroke it, and I got the sign. I got down to my knees, ready to suck on that cock, and he put it inside of my mouth. Just a few moments after I began to suck, he let out a large load into my mouth, which I swallowed as I continued to suck. He pulled out then put his cock back into his pants again.

“Good job, soldier” he said, helping me up. “Dress up and get ready for dinner” he said, leaving. I did so, thinking about the story I had to tell Betty when she was back. When I got to the dining room, Captain Rogers was nowhere to be seen. I was told he had to leave. That was a shame, because it sure would have been amazing to eat near him and look at his expression while looking at me.

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That was one hell of a dream. I can’t wait to tell Betty about it. I had to write it to remember it forever. If only Captain Rogers would look at me with the same lust I look at him with… if only my dream would become reality. I have fingered my pussy so many times thinking of him. The showers are my best bet to masturbate at. Maybe when Betty is back…. I can ask her to help me with that….