SGT ROCK BADASS AMERICAN SOLDIER
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Sgt Rock, American Soldier
Sergeant Jonas Rockwell heard the annoying static of the field radio in the outer room of his command tent. He paid little attention to the clamorous chatter emanating from the device. Better things occupied his mind. At the moment, the sergeant had his two hands full of soft, smooth, female ass. Pfc Jessica Sampson was sitting astride his prone body and was riding his cock with the wild passion of a berserk banshee warrior.
This female soldier was a true warrior in deed and fact. Sergeant Rockwell himself had already sent in the documentation requesting a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star for the 19 year old lady. He also requested a promotion for her. Jessica had earned her stripes in the field of armed combat action. She had stood toe-to-toe with every other fighter under Sergeant Rock's command in battle after battle against the insidious insurgents.
Orgasmic fire was building inside the sergeant's testicle sack. Jessica's sweltering-hot pussy was dripping vaginal juices all over the cock buried deep within her cunt. Suddenly, the woman began squalling, "Oh goddamnit Rock, I'm cumming again! Oh god, it feels so good! Fill me up with your big, bad boy and all its cream! Oh shit, my pussy loves your cock!"
Despite the fact that he outranked the private, Sergeant Rock obeyed her demanding orders. His fingernails bit savagely into her ass flesh and he thrust his hips upward to meet her downward plunges. His hard, swollen shaft penetrated deep into the woman's steaming hot vaginal home.
Jessica's pussy muscles latched on and pulled him in until his shaft bottomed out and his belly slammed into hers. Cunt and cock fought a furious battle in a race for orgasmic release. Rock jack-hammered his meat in and out while Jessica's slippery-wet pussy rode his long, hard cock intruder with an insistent, insatiable lust.
With Jessica's female cum spraying his loins, Rock let loose his cunt-hungry 'dog-of-war'. Volcanic fire erupted and his cock spewed forth pressurized streams of molten cream into the woman's vaginal honey pot.
Rock grunted and groaned with guttural, animalistic moans. Earth-shaking, cock-quaking orgasms viciously shook his body and violently rattled his world. This experienced, well-disciplined soldier wasn't a screamer, but the young female private fucking him was driving him near the edge of losing his ability to keep his orgasmic ecstasy quiet!
Private Sampson had no such disciplined restraint. Jessica screamed aloud as another round of unrestrained, untamed, multiple orgasms grabbed hold of her feminine form and carried her to blissful oblivion. Her nude body shuddered, her breasts swung round and round wildly, and tears welled in her eyes.
Rock grabbed the well-rounded, grapefruit-sized tits and steadied them in the palms of his calloused, battle-worn hands. No sense in letting the girl hurt herself with those dangerously dangling globes of gloriously erotic female mammary mounds.
Sexual exertion and the 100 degree heat inside the tent caused stinging, sweaty perspiration to flow as freely as the male and female juices joining this man and woman's bodies together. Paying no attention to the desert's heat, Rock and Jessica continued to orgasm and spill cum until every drop of sex fluid was drained from their bodies.
At last, the young private squealed one last time and then collapsed onto her sergeant's body. She lay there gasping for breath as her heaving bosom rose and fell with the rhythmic, labored breathing of the man lying beneath her.
Pfc Jessica Sampson wasn't one damn bit sorry about fucking her sergeant. Hell, she knew as well as he did that they were violating the military code of conduct! Fuck the code, fuck the rules, and fuck the 'men' who made them! She wanted a cock in her cunt so she got one. She didn't give a shit that the man she'd just fucked was old enough to be her father. Sergeant Jonas Rockwell was the strongest, healthiest, and most robustly virile man she ever met. God help her, she'd fuck that man anytime and anyplace of his choosing!
A loud, persistent voice interrupted the sexually sated couple's orgasmic afterglow reverie. Spc John 'Sparks' Johnson was the squad's radioman. Sparks hated bothering his sergeant at this time, but circumstances demanded he take the action. Stepping further into the tent, he repeated, "Damnit Rock, I said that there's a radio call for you! I wouldn't interrupt, but it's the goddamn Colonel and he'll chew my ass off if I don't get you!"
Without letting go of the woman in his lap, Rock sat straight up in his army cot. He gave Jessica an impassioned kiss on her lips, fingered her soaking-wet pussy, and whispered, "Thanks gal, I need that. Jessie babe, you've got the sweetest pussy in the whole damn company. I know you've heard me say this before, but girl I'm going to keep on saying it every time I fuck you. Girlie-girl, that's some mighty fine feminine meat you've got there between your legs!"
Jessica giggled, kissed her sergeant, and huskily replied, "Well Sir, your meat is mighty fine, too, especially when you smother it with your hot, creamy, cummy gravy! Yes Sir, I could make a meal of your meat and gravy three times a day and six times on Saturday and Sunday!"
Rock kissed Jessica once more, slapped her ass, and threw her off him. The two quickly dressed and exited the sergeant's sleeping quarters. As the private waved goodbye, the sergeant picked up the field radio's handset and said, "Go for Sergeant Rockwell."
The distinctive 'whirlybird' sound of a helicopter's whirling blades could be heard loud and clear in the background as Colonel Ross Blake's gruff, no-nonsense voice spoke, "Rock, I'm bringing in a couple of people with me on the chopper. One is your new shavetail and the other is the Rep we've been hearing the scuttlebutt about. Get your squad together and meet us at the LZ."
The transmission abruptly ended and Rock slammed the handset down on the radio. The sergeant wasn't a damn bit happy about this particular turn of events. His mind deciphered the colonel's coded message. The 'shavetail' was the new second lieutenant he'd been expecting and the 'Rep' was a United States Representative who was coming for an inspection.
Sparks was the one only close enough one to hear Rock's heated verbal outburst, "Goddamnit, I don't have the time to break in another green, baby-face lieutenant! I just sent the last one home in a body bag along with two good soldiers his inexperience and bravado got killed. And, damnit-to-hell, I don't need the aggravation of babysitting a fucking congressman out to take some pictures and get his name in the papers!"
Despite his irate tirade, Sergeant Jonas Rockwell did his duty. He grabbed up his battle gear, opened the outside door to the tent, and ordered, "Corporal Jones, round up the squad and tell them to 'saddle-up'. We're hitting the road in ten minutes."
The caravan of three Humvees and one Stryker armored carrier reached the LZ two minutes before the chopper landed. Rock deployed his squad in a defensive perimeter. The helicopter's backwash sent a whirlwind of stinging sand and debris into the face of the ground soldiers. Rock heard his corporal's voice shouting, "This is a hell of a way to make a living, ain't it Rock?"
The sergeant's mood immediately lightened up. His friend had summed up the war in one short, succinct statement of fact. But hell, Rock was in his element. He was a career warrior and armed combat was his chosen profession. He loved it, he lived for it, and he wouldn't change a thing! Rock smilingly answered his friend's question, "Yeah Bob, it's a hell of a way!"
The chopper sat down and the rotor blades slowly spun to a stop. Doors slid open and several uniformed figures emerged from the belly of the airborne beast. Rock recognized the deep-wrinkled face of the colonel, but the identity of the Lt and the Rep was indistinguishable.
As Rock approached the chopper's passengers, a hint of recognition crossed his mind. This battle-hardened soldier swore under his breath, "Goddamnit-to-hell, both the Lt and the Rep are females!"
And so it was. United States Representative Caroline Carter was the 38 year old junior Congresswoman representing Kentucky. This Republican politician was on a 'fact-finding' mission. She wanted to find out for herself whether or not this war was justifiably necessary. Second Lieutenant Debbie Dawson had no such noble intentions. This 22 year old recent graduate of West Point was following orders and doing her duty as an officer in the United States Army.
When Colonel Blake was close enough, he saluted Rock, and began making quick introductions between the sergeant and the women. He told the congresswoman that the sergeant was to be in charge of her security while she was visiting. He told Rock that the Lt was his new commanding officer.
Sergeant Rockwell was not listening to every word being spoken by the colonel. He was too stunned. His eyes were playing tricks on him. He stared intently at the attractive female lieutenant standing before him. The young officer came to attention and saluted the sergeant. Unconsciously, words spilled from Rock's mouth, "Goddamnit Debbie, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you since ... since..."
Rock's stunned senses retreated into remembrances. A birthday party came to his mind. He saw streamers, banners, and balloons strung around a festively-decorated room. 18 birthday candles burned brightly atop a three- tiered cake. Birthday revelers were singing to his stepdaughter, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Debbie..."
Whomever it was that brought the booze, brought too much. By the end of the party too many 'quarter shots' had been consumed. Too many young minds had been compromised by inebriating spirits. Debbie Dawson's mind was apparently one of the intoxicated ones. The young lady had come to her stepfather's side and drunkenly whispered, "Daddy Rock, please make everybody go home and take me to bed..."
The girl gulped, belched, and then giggled. She laughed in her stepfather's face and clarified her statement, "I ... I mean, 'put' me to bed. Not 'take' me to bed. Although Daddy Rock, you can take me to your bed if you want to. Am I drunk? How many of my friends have you fucked, Daddy? Hey mister, do you want to fuck me? I want to be Daddy's little girl in Daddy's big bed. Can I be my dear, sweet, old grizzly Papa Bear?"
Rock knew his stepdaughter was speaking from a 'faraway' world clouded with compromised inhibitions. Nevertheless, he sent the partygoers home and escorted the girl upstairs to her room. This stepparent of a maturing young woman spoke angrily, "Damnit girl, where is your mother when you need her? I bet the adulterous bitch is off screwing that lawyer bastard she's been sneaking around with! She doesn't even love her daughter enough to come to her birthday party!"
Debbie had sprawled out on her bed, but she had pulled her short, spaghetti-strapped dress off first. She now wore nothing but her peach colored panties and bra. The skimpy little outfit did little to conceal the maturity of her teenaged body. She was not a tall girl, but her spread-eagled legs stretched out seductively. The mounded crotch of her panties bulged tightly against the thin, nearly-transparent, silky material. Several wayward tendrils of blond pubic hair had escaped from their panty-covered confinement and were now glistening invitingly in the bright bedroom lights.
Rock tore his eyes away from his stepdaughter's alluringly enticing feminine mound, yet the eyes settled on the shapely form's decorating her chest. Debbie unconsciously stretched her arms and both breasts popped out of her strapless bra. Two well-rounded, softball-sized tits topped with puffy-pink nipples burst into view.
Despite his mind's screaming protests for restraint, Rock stared at the magnetically mesmerizing feminine form of the girl lying on the bed. All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't have pried this man's eyes away from the undeniable temptation overpowering him.
Through a haze of sexual stimulation, Rock heard his inebriated stepdaughter speaking, "Yes siree Mister, you hit the nail right on the head! Mommy doesn't love me, she doesn't, no damnit, she doesn't! But, Daddy Rock loves me, doesn't he, yes he does, don't you Daddy? Show your girl how much you love her. Mister, why are you standing there with all your clothes on when I want you to jump in my bed and fuck me?"
Bedeviling temptation rooted Rock's feet in place. He watched as the girl's panties and bra were removed and flung across the room. Well hell, if this girl expected to get fucked by him then she was in for a disappointment! Why, he'd never taken advantage of an inebriated woman in his life and he wasn't about to start by fucking his tipsy stepdaughter!
Contrary to this stern proclamation of facts, Rock found himself unable to resist when Debbie started undressing him. Two minutes later the girl had her mission accomplished and her stepfather stood 'jaybird' naked beside the girl's bed.
Without warning, Debbie reached out with her small, feminine hands and grabbed her stepfather's cock and began to play. Her short fingers couldn't quite completely encircle his swollen shaft, yet she played and fondled enthusiastically. Not one inch of his blood-engorged meat went untouched. His balls were squeezed, juggled, and bounced. Fingers ran through his thick pubic hairs combing, pulling, and tugging. Debbie's voice heatedly declared, "Oh god, your cock is more wonderful than I imagined it would be! Daddy Rock, I'm going to kiss and suck it now."
And, that's just what she did. The girl began kissing Rock's meaty, hard shaft. Her warm, wet lips and tongue kissed and licked with a frenzy of cock-hungry desire. The girl's lips were moving so frenziedly that the head of the cock slipped into her mouth. She licked and sucked with an experienced zest.
Rock immediately guessed that this wasn't Debbie's first cock-sucking rodeo. Tipsy drunk or not, this girl sucked with an expert's skill. She made her mouth release a flood of saliva which lubricated the rigid rod she was sucking on. Before Rock knew it, his stepdaughter's head was bobbing up and down on his spit-lubricated shaft. His wet cock was disappearing deeper and deeper into the girl's tight, young mouth. The sensual sensations overwhelming the man felt unbelievably good!
Debbie's mouth, lips, and tongue were dripping wet with cock sucking enjoyment. Rock's swollen manhood was imbedded deep into the girl's cock-hungry oral cavity and she was refusing to let go of it. This young lady had an unusually long, serpentine-like tongue which flicked and licked with venomous fire. This wicked, viperous snake coiled around the man-meat it was so intent upon devouring.
Rock's fingers dug viciously into Debbie's long, curly-blond hair and he attempted to pull her head away from his dangerously imperiled manhood. His cock-crazed stepdaughter had sucked his shaft deep into her throat and was now chewing his meat with biting, razor-sharp teeth.
Paying no attention to the hair-pulling pain, Debbie ravenously ate the muscular erection in her mouth. In defense of his cock, Rock slapped the girl's face with a nasty, stinging blow to both cheeks. When the over-enthusiastic female sex fiend let go of his inflamed, rigid rod, Rock threw her back on her bed and dropped to his knees between her legs. He sneered maliciously and curtly said, "Goddamnit young lady, two can play this meat-eating game!"
Spreading the girl's legs wide, Rock attacked the tender young pussy staring him in the face. He viciously kissed the soft flesh of her blond, bush-covered pussy mound. He kissed and licked every delectable inch of feminine flesh from her thighs to her pussy lips.
He spread the swollen pussy lips and captured the girl's clitoral jewel between his lips. Rock licked and sucked the rigid 'girlie-girl' treasure. Debbie's teen clit stiffened in an effort to accept his ferocious oral assault. Her stepfather's tongue flicked and licked feverously. He explored the young cunt with the spit-wet slippery wetness of his tongue and mouth.
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Introduction: Collin, a Business School Graduate, goes to Japan, hoping to find his dream job. What he finds instead, is a whole different life, based upon his dreams and nightmares, in a situation that he thought no longer existed in Japan. Tales of an American Geisha-Slave-Boi Disclaimer Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected]) Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating...
SECRET SOLDIER By Celeste Ann Taylor PROLOGUE The army was not the adventure I'd been led to expect. 3 months of basic training to dehumanise me and turn me into a programmed killer, then 6 months in some backwater war zone as cannon fodder to ?build character' and when I survived that they gave me a real mission, shooting civilians for fun. However after a couple of years of this I was wounded when one of the civilians...
I don’t remember much about the plane ride from Iraq to Germany. I was heavily sedated. In fact, my memories of being in the army hospital there are very blurry as well. I’m not even sure how long I was there. I knew that I still had all of my limbs though, and I was thankful for that. Many of the guys weren’t that lucky. My hands were severely burned from yanking the door open on a burning vehicle to pull out one of my fellow soldiers after a roadside bomb went off under them. One side of my...
Chapter 1 Adrienne had been fairly satisfied about her marriage to Giacomo Navarocci, a traveling businessman, whose company seemed to take him away from their Cayman Islands house a lot. She didn't mind, because she used him for his apparently large salary and expense account, as she was in the Caymans dodging taxes, and could not access her ex's alimony checks. She really cared little or nothing about Giacomo, a small, lean, spectacled Italian, who patiently endured her slapping,...
Adrienne had been fairly satisfied about her marriage to Giacomo Navarocci, a traveling businessman, whose company seemed to take him away from their Cayman Islands house a lot. She didn't mind, because she used him for his apparently large salary and expense account, as she was in the Caymans dodging taxes, and could not access her ex's alimony checks. She really cared little or nothing about Giacomo, a small, lean, spectacled Italian, who patiently endured her slapping, punching, and kicking...
FetishMs. Americana story this time. I?m still experimenting with different form of stories, plots etc, searching for the formula that fits me the most. If you have any thoughts, don?t be afraid to write at: [email protected]. Americana belongs to Mr. X Ms. Americana: A slut is born Ms. Americana almost finished her usual night patrol through the Delta City. She kicked some pimps and criminals, saved two innocent girls from rape and found a hideout of the famous bank robbers. It was fruitful...
I have a cool job that allows me to travel, see new places and meet people from all over the world. Each year in April, I get a visit from two Japanese businessmen, Raizo Kinjo and his younger b*****r, Hayato . They leave Japan and travel the world in search of merchandise to purchase for their f****y business. They are very small men and I tower over them like a giant. I am their protector when they are with me. The Kinjo b*****rs love American women. When they visit they expect me to provide...
I have a cool job that allows me to travel, see new places and meet people from all over the world. Each year in April, I get a visit from two Japanese businessmen, Raizo Kinjo and his younger brother, Hayato . They leave Japan and travel the world in search of merchandise to purchase for their family business. They are very small men and I tower over them like a giant. I am their protector when they are with me.The Kinjo brothers love American women. When they visit they expect me to provide...
The American Bride In the early days of Michaelmas Term, when the showers of summer have given way to the glorious, cool, sunny days of October, the Thames Valley takes on a mellow autumnal atmosphere. The grass is still green, the trees still in leaf. Roses still bloom before the cottages and families still walk along the towpaths, enjoying the fine weather. The days grow shorter. The farmers attend to the haying and harvests, and on especially clear days one can see for miles,...
Disclaimer Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected]) Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. Thanks, and Enjoy. Chapter 1 I don’t know what his business is. The only time I asked him, we were riding in his limo, on the way to a Japanese opera, and he...
I was working in the tourist trade on the Island that I live on just off the south coast of the UK mainland and I was working hard this day in the Hotel Bar when I met these two American Ladies and the husband of one of them, well these where the first Americans I had met and they where so nice and easy to get on with, they where so friendly and I got to know them very well over the next week. Bill the man wanted to buy my tartan hat from me one night when he saw me getting ready to go home,...
An America Girl in Aden by Aurelius(The story takes place in Aden, a small British trading port in South Yemen, Arabia. The year is 1880.)As-salaam 'aleikum.wa 'aleiku-salaam. The visitors responded.Welcome, welcome. Please seat yourselves. Be at ease. You are honoured guests in my humble home.Mr. and Mrs. Walter Carrstairs sat down nervously on a plush upholstered chaise, anxious not to cause offence to their host. This rich Yemenis home was the...
BackgroundMy husband is a soldier, and he's one month into his third deployment, Iraq twice, and now Afghanistan. Before he left for this last tour he shared something with me that didn't make me very happy, but I guess the more we discussed it the more it did kind of make sense to me. He knows I'm very needy when it comes to sex, and so is he. That was one of the things that attracted us to each other before we were married. We were fucking like bunnies on our first date, and I loved the...
Group SexYOUR SLIP IS SHOWING, SOLDIER Chapter 1 By: Victoria Elaine Riley Authoress note: Although this story very closely parallels a part of my life, it is by no means completely true. More a wish on my part, than even a fantasy. Life is about choices, we all make what we consider to be the best choices, under the current circumstances, and with our magnificent gift of hindsight we berate ourselves for not being able to...
She was having a long day, a long month even. Nothing was going the right way ever since she walked in on her boyfriend fucking one of her subordinates in her office. Now she was sitting in her office and dying of heat - the bloody air conditioner wasn't working again. She moved in her chair and inched her skirt up a little higher opening another button on her shirt. It was lunch time and there was no one in the office except for her- she was in the office because she had to deal with another...
Straight SexBlond hair flowed messily around my face. My tender sky blue eyes were fixed on his every movement. My lips were soft and plump, at a loss for words. I sat there across from him at a small table. A sleeveless dress relaxed on my round breasts, the red color shimmering brightly by candle light. In his eyes I was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen.His short brown hair always made his ocean blue eyes stick out. The way his 5 o'clock shadow grew on his face always turned me on a little. His...
Love StoriesCaleb Douglas is the name and I’m a young African-American stud who’s having the time of his life. Seriously. Why is that? Well, let’ s see. I’m a full-scholarship student at Ripley College in Boston, Massachusetts. Ripley College was founded in the year 1950 by philanthropist and popular author Patricia Ripley and her husband, billionaire Thomas Highland Smith. They passed away ten years later but the Ripley & Smith Foundation has continued to look after the fledging college, providing...
There was a small family resturant down the street from the hotel we were staying at. A nice place, the main thing that stuck in my mind was all the blue tile on the walls and floor. A little while after we began our meal, I decided to go grab a smoke and draw, maybe wander around a little. I am what you would call a considerate smoker and chose to light up outside, being it was daylight my mother figured I couldn't get into too much trouble by wandering. I walked out to the...
September 1, 2007, I remember that day well. Michigan Wolverines fans wish they could forget that day. That was the day their football program took a huge hit. Since that day they haven't fully recovered. That was the day I hooked up with my first American. I was still reeling from Kira, and I was glad to get away for a couple days. I went with a few buddies down to Ann Arbor to watch that game. For me, I wanted to hit a game when the weather was still warm. We fully expected a blowout, and...
College SexMilena Dorin awakened from her slumber. She grabbed her iPhone and pressed the button to see the time. It was 6:14 a.m. She decided to get up and bathe. She walked into the master bathroom of her palatial two-bedroom, two-bath downtown condo. She pulled her douching apparatus from beneath the sink. She cleaned out her 40-inch ass. After completing that task, she hopped in the shower. The steamy, hot water felt good against her milky-white skin. She scrubbed her curvaceous figure with a purple...
Sold as an American Bride By Jena Corso Michael and James were having a great time at their business conference in Moscow. After three days they had begun to make the business contacts they felt they needed if they were going to succeed in opening the Russian branch for the firm. On our fourth night they were beginning to adjust to the time difference and enjoying dinner and a few cocktails when Michael received an unexpected phone call. As Michael hung up the phone he stared at...