Men in Uniform: A Soldier's Seduction (A Curvy BBW's Erotic Military Sex Adventure) (2 page)

"Suck me," he said in a low, growling voice that had the firmness of a command. How could I resist? My long blonde hair spilled into his lap and tumbled across his fatigues as I plunged my head downward and let the full length of him slide between my parched lips and into my warm and waiting mouth. His cock felt larger as my tongue flicked and flitted around it, seeking the tender spots that I knew would give him most pleasure. He tasted of sweat and dust and that unmistakeable man musk that aroused my passions still further and made my loins ache for him even as his swollen member played across my tongue.

I felt like his willing sex slave as I knelt there before him, with him fully clothed in his full army uniform and me utterly naked and vulnerable before him, working my mouth up and down his length with a frenzied hunger the like of which I had never known before.

As his moans of pleasure intensified I could stand it no longer, and pulled my head back slowly, letting his cock slide out of my mouth, still slick with my own saliva. Before he could protest I stood up and straddled him, grasping his manhood and guiding it into my eager pussy as I sank down into his lap.

It felt intoxicating to have him finally inside of me, and I let out a gasp that combined relief with the culmination of intense sexual desire. I put my hands on his shoulders, on the straps of the body armour he wore, and savoured the harsh feeling of his uniform against my flesh as I began to ease my body up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into me with each movement.

His rough stubble nuzzled into my shoulder as he kissed my neck passionately, then took my flesh in his teeth for another thrilling love bite, a flash of pain that merged deliriously with the pleasure we were stoking between us. He matched my movements perfectly as we synced up to each other's carnal rhythms, him thrusting upwards as I rocked my pussy downward into his crotch, and pulling back as I bounced upward once more. He took hold of my quivering, shaking breasts as we moved together in tandem, gripping me with a harshness that betrayed his seemingly inexhaustible strength and stamina.

It was as if we were one being as we gave ourselves over to the heady delights of each other's bodies, one being whose sole purpose was to ascend the bumpy road of physical ecstasy. We clashed together more quickly, more violently as our mutual passions matched each other stroke for stroke and we reached the pinnacle of our blissful sexual union.

Then suddenly he gave a start and the spell was almost broken. Following his gaze, I saw that he was looking behind me to the wall of the cave, where one of his prisoners - still bound fast to the restraining ring - had regained consciousness and was now staring at us with bright, lascivious eyes. I cast my eyes around that cramped, torch lit room to find that all of my captors were now watching us intently, their faces a mixture of lust, shame and pent-up sexual frustration.

For a moment I was angry, but my fury soon gave way to a mischievousness that immediately got the better of me. I stood up, proud in my exposed nakedness, giving these strange, prudish men an eyeful of what a real woman looked like. I slowly walked around the room, feeling their fruitless desire burning into me as they stared up at me, and one by one I cast off their tattered robes to reveal the dirty, skinny bodies beneath. They were nothing compared to my strong, hulking soldier. They looked like teenage boys, bony and knobbly, with their pricks swollen and useless at the sight of me. I resolved to give them a show they would never forget. I was going to burn my image into their minds for evermore, a proud and erotic symbol of what it was to be truly free.

The sexual tension in that small, stone-hewn room was almost palpable. The naked men tied to the walls - captive now, as they had been prisoners to their restrictive beliefs before - lay in languid dreams of desire, their cocks agonizingly hard as they surveyed my soldier and I, throbbing as if straining to be set free. Slowly I walked across the room towards my soldier, a delicate whisper of desert winds playing across my naked body, coaxing goosebumps despite the warmth in the air. I felt like the very essence of womanhood in that moment, richly sensual, a creature of raw fantasy made flesh, a being sculpted by the intoxicating yearning of skin for skin, that touch which overflows the senses and restores us to our animal nature.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his manhood still gloriously erect, sticking up stiffly from his camouflaged pants like a flourishing flagpole. I walked between his spread legs, until my breasts - rising and falling with each panting breath I took - were directly level with his ruggedly handsome face. Then I turned, displaying to him the sweeping curve of my back as it plunged down to the generous roundness of my bare ass. Now I was facing the other men in the room, giving them a front-row view of my heaving breasts and slickly wet pussy. They were utterly silent, the whites of their eyes ludicrously bright in that stiflingly hot little room.

I felt the soldier's rough hands grasp my hips, his huge fingers almost touching over the naked expanse of my plump belly. With him taking some of my weight in his strong, veined arms, I gradually lowered myself down into his lap again, guiding his cock between the dripping lips of my waiting womanhood, feeling him enter me again as before, but this time with me showing off everything to the men who had once been my captors.

I seemed to weight less than a feather to him as he helped me bounce up and down on his engorged member: his strength was amazing and all-encompassing, like a force of nature I could drown myself in if I gave myself over to it. And give myself I did, with lustful, wanton abandon, relishing the thrill of his hard cock inside of me as well as the frustrated lust I was evoking in these strange spectators.

Again we moved in unison, creating a sensual symphony of mutual movement which was larger than us both and which threatened to overwhelm us with its sexual savagery. He pounded joyously into me with the frantic lust of a wild animal, while I ground myself against his loins with each chaotic thrust. The intensity of our coupling seemed to grow and multiply under the gaze of the constrained men: it was almost as if I was fucking all of them all at once, as if their fantasies which they had been denied for so long had all coalesced around my soldier and I and were now driving us all en masse into a single, irresistible orgasm of focussed sexual energy.

As the moment of ecstasy approached in a grinding, sweat-sheened tempest of orgiastic bliss I seemed to fade away completely in the shadow of the mounting climax that was approaching, merging with everyone else in the room. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that one of my captors had somehow worked a hand loose from his bindings and was masturbating furiously, stroking his swollen cock with fast, frantic strokes as his wide eyes took in the two of us while we neared that ineffable peak of sexual oblivion.

We came together in a knee-trembling, heart-pounding moment of utter exhilaration that swept over us in waves - I could feel his thrusting cock spurting inside me in hot jets of liquid passion as he let out a triumphant war-cry that reverberated around that stifling cave. My masturbating kidnapper shot his load at exactly the same time, his dick twitching in his hand as it spat thick streams of semen over his own stomach and chest.

Once we were done my soldier took me in his oak-like arms and we slept like the dead, him still in his uniform, holding me close to him throughout the night, and me still naked, feeling finally safe and secure and utterly satiated thanks to this silent hero who had fought against all the odds to win the right to explore the delights of my body in whatever way he saw fit.

I never saw him again after the evacuation unit came the next day and whisked me off back to civilization, but he gave me a night I shall never forget, and for that I am truly thankful. And as for the men who watched us make love in the glimmering torchlight of that nameless cave - I may never know what became of them, but one thing I do know for certain: the image of the foreign girl and her soldier fucking long into the night will stay with them forever, a symbol of lust and unfettered sexuality that will leave a mark as deep and lasting on them as it has on me.