An evening before the big night, first of many

The entire day was just a build-up before the evening in the canteen. Sarah was incredibly excited, but some uncertainty remained within her. She might have pushed things too far, but now the events were in motion and she felt that she could not **** herself to stop them. If her career would get ruined, this seemed to be the ‘best’ way to achieve it, or at least the most pleasant. The Captain picked a different outfit from her vast wardrobe. She put on a black lace bodystocking, it was crotchless as most of her items tended to be. The lace patterns at the top were dense enough to somewhat cover her breasts, but the lack of bra was obvious and the look was far from being decent. Sarah’s nipples got erect already, even though the real excitement was about to come. She chose a black lace thong, but before she put it on she inserted a small anal plug into her ass. The Captain had no intentions of performing anal sex that night, but she wanted the additional sensation of her toy. Over the bodystocking she wore a bright red mini skirt, it was several centimetres longer than the pink dress she wore on the memorable night. A pair of red patent pumps on fifteen centimetre tall heels completed her outfit. It was a fuck-me look without any doubts, but after all that was exactly the plan for the night. Sarah was certain that without any sports to redirect the blood all the young men would get hard in no-time; that though in turn made her moist.

Accompanied by the clicking of her heels the Captain entered the canteen. The men were already there and all the eyes instantly turned to her; they ogled her shamelessly just as she had allowed them to do. There were numerous whistles and catcalls. She could see the lust building in their eyes, she also looked down to notice the cocks growing inside of their pants. If she had had any regrets regarding her decision, they were now gone, overshadowed by the excitement and growing arousal.

“Hello, boys,” Sarah greeted the men with a bright smile “are you ready for a game of pool?”

They were ready for everything and eagerly, although chaotically, admitted their readiness. This was as far from ‘yes, sir’ as possible.

“How about we change the stakes?” the Captain suggested.

“What do you have in mind?” asked Dave who apparently was supposed to be her opponent.

“Instead of a beer we’ll play for my skirt,” she replied with a seductive smile.

This was not a planned operation, but an impulsive idea caused by her growing horniness.

“You win - I’ll spend the rest of the evening skirtless. I win - all of you take off your pants.”

“Deal!” the private replied instantly.

He did not even look around to search for the approval of his comrades. With his last name being Richards he was not going to fuck the Captain’s sweet ass anytime soon, but he would gladly see as much of it as possible. The sight was definitely worth trading a beer. Spending the evening without pants would not be a problem either.

What caused Sarah to make that offer? Did she really want to spend the evening skirtless and was just looking for an excuse? Or maybe she was certain of her victory and wanted to see the soldiers in their tight underwear, the outlines of their erect penises visible? Or maybe she simply craved to spice things even more? She would probably not admit that her inner exhibitionist was beginning to show even more. The Captain would reply that after all she expected to win; Dave might have been good, but she was still better. But no-one asked that question and Sarah did not ponder on the matter either. She was not playing poorly either, there were no unnecessary upskirts or lewd poses, although there were some necessary ones, billiard was a game of bending after all. Either Dave was simply better on that day or Sarah subconsciously threw the game. She lost narrowly, but lost nevertheless.

The Captain was not going to back out from the bet, her heart was beating faster as she stepped away from the table. She decided that if she was to lose her skirt, she might as well make a small show of it. Sarah grabbed the waist bands and began to slowly and rhythmically sway her hips, as if dancing to an unheard music. The mesmerized soldiers observed her in silence. In a leisurely pace she spun around, so that every man could see her from all angles. Eventually she grabbed the zipper on the side of the skirt and began to pull it down. Her motions were sluggish, the zipper barely moved, as the Captain continued to dance. Finally the skirt got unzipped, but that did not mean it would go off right away. Sarah opened the pieces of fabric on the side revealing a glimpse of her nylon covered skin. She never stopped the erotic and almost hypnotic swaying of her hips. Long moments later she finally began to pull her skirt down, one tiny centimetre after another the item travelled down her legs.

The soldiers watched intently with their eyes wide open and their pants tented. Eventually the skirt touched the floor. The Captain stepped out of it and with her legs together she bent at the waist to pick the item up. Once she was bent in half she froze for a long moment. The man could admire her full round buttocks and strong shapely legs; they could also see the sparkling jewell of the anal plug, obviously the thong did nothing to cover it. Finally Sarah straightened up and with the skirt in her hand she walked to Dave.

“To the victor go the spoils,” she said in a sultry voice as she handed him the item.

The young private took the skirt absentmindedly, his face was red and he was breathing hard; they all were.

The striptease had a similar effect on the Captain as well, not necessarily so strong, but she also got aroused. And of course she would have to spend the rest of the evening skirtless. The item might not have covered much, but the feeling of exposure she was now experiencing was another significant ‘horny factor’. The anal plug got revealed too, suddenly it felt as if the toy had grown, especially its outer part.

A bodystocking is a sexy piece of clothing, but can also be used as a part of an outfit. Other clothes are necessary, because nylons offer little real cover. Sarah picked an **** version by not wearing a bra nor a top, the opacity of her bodystocking was all that covered her breasts. That was why the skirt was so crucial, without it she felt even more naked than if she was not wearing any clothes at all; her inner exhibitionist was rejoicing. That of course caused her to become even more aroused. But that was the whole point, wasn’t it? The Captain hoped that the promise of sex would continue to help to maintain the discipline (or rather its perverted version). But there was a tiny part of her that wished they would all go wild once again; she suppressed that part, but did not remove it completely.

There was still the entire evening ahead of them, with more games to play and potentially more beers to win. Sarah did not suggest any other alternative stakes, For the second game she chose poker. Unlike on the memorable night she did not want to give them any easy victories. Being skirtless also meant that extra flashind activities were unnecessary, enough of her body was in plain view already. This did not mean she planned on being demure, by that time it was simply impossible. Occasionally she used one of her hands to softly play with her breast; although her sexy body might have been distracting enough. Despite mediocre cards the Captain defeated her opponent easily. Air hockey was the final chance for the soldiers to drink **** that evening. Considering the sights they had during the game they would not have been too upset, if they had lost. But the high heels which Sarah wore, while adding a lot to her sexappeal, were a significant handicap during this game, so ultimately the soldier won and one beer for each man (and the woman) was delivered. Not enough to get tipsy, but it was unnecessary that night. The exhibitionist inside of the captain was having the night of her life. She loved showing off her fit sexy body and took great delight in the lustful gazes.

Sarah was somewhat amazed that they avoided another gangbang that night. Not that she was disappointed, but she was not certain whether she would try to stop it. She was proud of herself, because she managed to salvage the situation and take a different kind of control of the soldiers; all for her own (and theirs too) pleasure. The new form of discipline was working surprisingly well.

The night itself was not so different from the memorable one, there were games and talking, and Sarah told them another spicy story from her past. There might have been two more beers previously, but the lack of skirt compensated for the ****. It made dancing so much different. For her partners the Captain picked the soldiers that would have to wait the longest to fuck her, so they would not feel left out.

First to go was Private Yeats, Greg was his first name. Sarah let him feel up her body as much as he liked. His hands were very enthusiastic, yet their activity still managed to resemble actual dancing. At one point she turned her back to him and, like Ted two days ago, Greg also grabbed her breasts. Sarah grinded her ass into his crotch and he began to dry hump her while continuing to grope her tits. Soon she felt that his breathing became heavy and his motions hectic; undoubtedly he was cumming. She kept grinding into his crotch and his hands never let go of her breasts. When finally it was over the Private had to leave the canteen to change his underwear. Not many people noticed what had happened, but the nearest ones surely realized what had just occurred on the dance floor. The Captain came up with a devilish idea, she did the same thing with five more soldiers from the end of the alphabetical list. If any of them were ashamed their satisfaction covered that feeling well enough. Afterwards Sarah could still feel their hands on her breasts and more importantly her pussy was wet; that was a lot of fun. She was enjoying her skirtless evening, but it was time to take it to the next phase.

The Captain along with the Sergeant and the Corporals were leaving the canteen earlier. They would still need to wake up in the morning, so there was no point in staying up late. Right before they left Sarah struck a sexy pose in the middle of the room and addressed the privates.

“I have a request for those who are going to fuck me in the few nearest days,” she used her sultry voice to say these words.

All soldiers were listening attentively.

“Don’t jerk off,” the Captain continued, “I want your balls full for me.”

Eager nodding and lustful smiles were their response. She wondered whether those who had to wait a week or longer would be able to withstand without masturbation. She knew she would not.

This was another unplanned spontaneous action. Sarah was enjoying these little naughty games, after all once you decide to become the camp whote the threat of ‘going too far’ disappears. You could not go any further or could you?