Female 2

I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine as I stepped into the army camp. I had been looking forward to this visit for weeks, but I never expected the sight before me. My husband, the camp's commanding officer, was standing tall in his uniform. I couldn't help but feel a little aroused. He was so handsome, and the way he held himself with such authority made my heart beat faster and my knees weak.

But it was not my husband who I was looking at. It was the sergeant, Brad, standing a few feet away from him. He had a rugged and strong build, and the way he was looking at me with a smoldering gaze sent a wave of heat across my body. I wanted him, and I had dressed in a way that would make sure he knew it.

My blouse was made of a thin material, and I had tucked it into a tight tennis skirt that hugged my curves and showed off my long, toned legs. I could feel his eyes on me, and I hoped that he would make a move. I wanted him to take me in his arms and ravage me as his own, and I was not disappointed.

Without warning, Brad grabbed me, pushing me brusquely into the center of the parade square. He dragged me to the ground and began to touch me all over. His hands were rough and demanding, and I could feel my skin burning under his touch. He pushed me onto my back and began to kiss me hungrily. I was lost in the moment, and I felt my body respond to his movements.

The pleasure was so intense that I could not help but moan out loud. I was aware that his subordinates were gathered around, watching and cheering on their sergeant, but all I could think about was how good Brad felt inside me. I screamed out with pleasure as I reached my climax. I was embarrassed when I realized that I had just squirted all over the ground, but Brad only laughed and ripped apart my tennis skirt. He then pushed my pink lacy thong to the side and entered me again.

I moaned and writhed in pleasure as he thrust in and out of me, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I screamed out his name as I came again, and I felt my body shudder with delight. With one final thrust, Brad released his load inside of me, and I felt his hot cum dripping down my face.

I was embarrassed and humiliated, but I was also strangely aroused by the experience. I quickly scrambled to my feet and ran back to my husband's car, trying to cover my face and my wet pussy with my hands. As I drove away, I saw Brad in the distance, hanging my ripped tennis skirt and my pink lacy thong from the flagpole as a sign that he had conquered me.