General

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I was startled when Brad told me that the General wanted to see me alone. I had no idea what he could possibly want from me, but my heart was racing with anxiety as I followed Brad to the General's quarters.

As I entered the room, I saw the General sitting at his desk, looking stern and unapproachable. He glanced up at me briefly, then turned his attention back to Brad.

"I need a word with you, Sergeant," he said in a low voice.

Brad nodded and stepped forward, leaving me standing awkwardly by the door.

As they spoke in hushed tones, I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on something private. But as the conversation continued, I began to realize that the General had some sort of interest in me.

"You have an exquisite taste in women, Sergeant," the General said with a sly grin.

I blushed at his words, feeling embarrassed at being talked about like a piece of meat. But before I could protest, Brad stepped forward and spoke up.

"She's mine, Sir," he said firmly. "No one else touches her."

The General's smile faded slightly, but he didn't seem deterred.

"I can make it worth your while, Sergeant," he said in a low voice. "Think about it."

With that, he dismissed us both from his quarters, leaving me feeling more confused than ever.

As we walked back to our tent, Brad seemed deep in thought. I didn't dare ask him what had been discussed, but I could tell that something was bothering him.

Finally, he turned to me and spoke.

"I'm sorry you had to hear all that, babe," he said with a sigh. "But the General is a powerful man, and we have to be careful."

I nodded, not entirely understanding what he meant.

"But don't worry," he continued, a wicked gleam in his eye. "I'm going to show him who's boss."

Before I could even process what he meant, Brad had pushed me up against the tent wall and lifted up my tennis skirt. His hands roamed over my body, and I could feel myself getting wet with desire.

Suddenly, he spun me around and pressed me up against the wall, pulling down my panties and sliding his fingers inside me. I moaned loudly, unable to contain the pleasure that was coursing through me.

"Brad," I gasped, "we can't do this here. Someone might hear us."

But Brad didn't seem to care. He was lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by his need for me.

Suddenly, we heard a voice outside the tent.

"Sergeant, are you in there?"

It was the General.

Brad's eyes widened, and he looked at me with a wild expression.

"I'm going to show him who's in charge," he growled.

With that, he lifted me up and carried me over to the tent entrance, where he threw open the flaps and stood me in front of him.

The General looked surprised to see me there, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Sergeant," he said in a low voice. "I thought I made myself clear. I want her."

But Brad wasn't going to give me up without a fight. He grabbed me roughly and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over my body, and I could feel myself getting lost in the heat of the moment.

As we kissed, I could hear the General's breathing getting heavier. He was watching us, and I knew that he was getting turned on by the sight of us together.

Finally, Brad pulled back and spoke in a low, dominant voice.

"She's mine," he said firmly. "And I'm going to show you just how much she belongs to me”

My pussy was throbbing in anticipation at his words.