TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(192)

“Was there anything you needed, Lt. Colonel?”

Her gaze trailed down to his naked body, starting from his broad shoulders and stopping just between his legs. In response, his cock jutted out even more, much to his embarrassment.

“Yes,” she said.

Then the woman did something that left his mind reeling. She began stripping her clothes off as fast as she could. First went the pants, then the shirt, which only confirmed his suspicion that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. They bounced at her movement, luscious and round, capped with rosy pink nipples that stiffened under his stare. Her panties were slid down, and he had his firsthand look at her glistening pussy, bare of any hair and looking juicy as fuck.

Jesus.

Then she was sliding inside his stall, backing him against the wall.

Maybe this was a test. And if he touched her now without her consent, he was going to get the biggest punishment of them all. But her hands took his and placed them over her breasts, and she sidled even closer until she was pressed against him. His cock slid down her belly, and his breathing quickened.

“Sergeant?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am?” he rasped.

Miller’s eyes gleamed again. “I’m ordering you to fulfill your secret desires on me tonight.”

His secret desires. He only had a few concerning her—and they all involved fucking her brains out. Jake swallowed, not sure what was going on. Then her hand wrapped around his cock, and a groan emitted from his throat.

Was this a dream? This had to be a dream. He’d never had dreams like this.

And who the fuck was he to waste it?

With that thought in mind, Jake growled. He placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her up. Then he gave her a hard, hungry kiss, meeting her tongue right off in a tangle of heat as she rubbed herself all over him.

He’d been right. She had curves all over, and his hands wandered now along her slick skin, flicking her nipples repeatedly until they were distended and ready for him. Then he was covering them with his lips and tasting her nipples, reveling in the long moan that came out of her throat. He sucked and licked, driving her insane as her hand kept stroking his cock, igniting the flame higher.

He hadn’t had sex since he’d gotten here, and that was almost a year. Based on the way she was writhing impatiently against him, he was pretty sure she hadn’t had any, either. Wow, his dream was pretty accurate.

And dream Jake needed to be inside her soon or he was going to go crazy.

As if reading his mind, she arched against him and tugged his hair up, breaking what he was doing. Then her order came to mind again, and his first secret desire rose to the surface.

Time to make it happen.

Jake turned her around until her front was pressed flat against the tile, water sluicing over their heads. He used the bar of soap he had and rubbed it all over her breasts, at the same time his hand guided his cock inside her pussy from behind. Then he was thrusting inside her to the hilt, and his eyes almost crossed.

Jesus. So, fucking tight. And she was squeezing him madly.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck me, soldier. Fuck me hard.”

The soap slid to the floor. His control snapped as he pumped in and out of her, the wet squelching sound of his balls slapping against her ass only serving to drive him further. He kept changing the angle, adjusting, until he found the one that hit her sweet spot—soon she was moaning repeatedly, not even bothering to lower her voice, and he found that he didn’t care.

It felt too real to be a dream.

He pistoned harder, faster, one hand squeezing her tit and the other sliding down to search for her clit. He found it easily and began to tease. She began to move wildly beneath him, and he was flattening her against the wall at his every pound forward. His vision was tunneling. She went rigid in his arms, then suddenly her pussy was clenching around his cock repeatedly, trying to milk him.

He didn’t last long.

His orgasm came almost violently, and he pumped into her hard and bit the back of her throat as he rode it out. It blinded him and had him groaning out loud, as mindless pleasure seared inside him.

Fuck. Fuck, that was hot.

When he finally came down from his high, he realized that she was touching his cock again and playfully biting his shoulder. After a few seconds, a smirk came on her face as his dick swelled under her ministrations.

“Lt. Colonel?” he asked.

Lt. Colonel Miller chuckled. “Let me clean you up down there.”

Then she knelt in front of him, picked up the forgotten soap and began to do as she promised.





CHAPTER THREE



Jake stared at his bed and tried to get his wits about him. Disbelief coursed through him as he kept staring at it, noting down one very important thing.

His bag and the artifact were exactly where he left them at.

This was two orgasms and some mindless fucking later, and he was now wrapped in a towel and revved up from his sexual high. The Lt. Colonel, for her part, had simply donned her clothes back and left the bathroom, with a parting order that no one was to know of their little tryst. I mean, this was a dream…right? Who the hell would know about his dream unless he talked to someone about it?

But dreams weren’t this vivid. And they certainly didn’t include having his room in the same order as he left it. Feeling idiotic, Jake decided to test it out by striding over towards the nearest wall and banging his head once. Twice. He added a third bang for measure—and when he turned back to look at his bed, it was all the same.

Shit. So, it hadn’t been a dream.

Did MILF Miller really just give him his dirty fantasy?

What the hell was happening?

Suddenly confused, Jake sat on the bed and tried to think it over. If this was really true, then that meant he really did screw the hard ass Lt. Colonel’s brains out. He eyed the artifact beside his bed, surprised to find that there was a certain glow on the hole on top. But it was fading, and when he took it in his palm, the glow was gone completely.

The thought crossed him that perhaps this was magical before he dismissed it completely. That was absurd. He deduced that maybe he was just in the right place at the right time—when MILF Miller was horny as hell and wanted a good fucking, and he was the first man she saw. God knew he’d been horny as hell, too, since he got here. They were just human, after all.

Right. That made more sense.

With that thought in mind, Jake tried to forget about it and lay in bed. He was going to keep his promise not to tell anyone, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to think about it. Hell, maybe he’d even dream about it later.

With such pleasant thoughts in mind, Jake promptly fell to sleep.

***

Base patrolling was boring, but he wasn’t going to complain. It gave him more time to relax at night, and tonight he was going to use it to read up on some magazines his buddy lent him—Playboy magazines, to be exact. They had featured an old favorite porn star of his, Lisa Ann, and he didn’t waste any time as he skimmed the pages towards her photos.

She didn’t disappoint. Lisa Ann was the definition of MILF, and her hot, voluptuous body spread across the pages had him salivating more than he wanted to admit. She was the ultimate porn fantasy. Jake got hard thinking about her, and after a few minutes, he slid his hand inside his boxers to palm myself. He then kicked the boxers off to free me fully and began to build a fantasy of what it would feel like to fuck a porn star in the flesh.

A few minutes later, Jake was spilling all over his hand as his orgasm ripped through him. He wiped himself clean and skimmed the magazine some more before deciding to call it a night.

The word fantasy had him looking at the artifact again, which he kept inside the drawer beside his bed for safekeeping purposes. He took it out and grinned at his thought yesterday of its so-called magical properties. To amuse himself, he stroked it a couple of times, just like he did yesterday, and watched in amazement as a light glowed on the hole, red and bright. Cool. But no Lisa Ann burst inside his room.

Jake placed the artifact on top of the drawer and tried to get some sleep.

***

Jake woke up to the sounds of sucking and the most pleasurable feeling ever. Disoriented, woken straight from a deep sleep, he blinked his eyes a couple of times, staring at the ceiling before getting hit by that streak of pleasure again. Something wet was sucking his cock, something wet and warm and—

Jake looked down.

“Hey, Sergeant.”

Lisa Ann’s dark eyes gleamed in the lamplight, staring up at him as her mouth wrapped around his dick. She was down to her underwear and nothing else, and her huge ass was thrust up in the air as she was bent down towards him.

God, what a pleasant dream.

She was sucking the very tip, and deeper pleasure gripped him. His hands wanted to grip her hair, but he was afraid it would break the dream. So, he fluffed his pillow up instead and placed his hands under his head to get a better view.

Lisa Ann was now hollowing her cheeks out as she tried to take him deeper, and his hips almost lost control and tried to plunge up into her. But he waited as she took him inch by inch, deeper and deeper, until the tip of his cock almost hit the back of her throat. He was completely wrapped in her warm mouth now, and she slowly began to work him up and down, her mouth a nice suction. Unable to help himself, Jake thrust up slowly, her moans shooting tingles up his balls.

“Yes, suck me, Lisa Ann,” he groaned. “Suck me good.”