True Story

My Quest to Become My Commander’s Mistress #2

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It had been 11 days. I had made him wait. It wasn’t guilt or shame on his face the first time. Over messenger one late night, shortly after our first and only encounter, he divulged to me that he had to hurry home and wash my pussy off before his wife and kids got home.

Eleven days it had been since that shower. Virtual strangers during the day. Touching ourselves at night. Glances. Smiles. Gestures. Innuendos. Lingering fingering of handouts. Licked fingers to turn the pages. He knew where that tongue could be and if he played his cards right, he just might get a taste. And I knew he wanted it. I could hear it in his voice.

“Sergeant Ellis?” As I turned to leave the conference room after a staff meeting. “Can I see you in my office?” I smiled inside. Gotcha. I slowly turned around. His face was flush. “Absolutely, sir,” I replied. I made brief eye contact before turning back around and slowly walking out the door. I could feel his eyes watching me.

Moments later, I was sitting neat and proper in the chair in front of his desk. Ankles crossed. He closed the door. I could smell him as he walked by me. It made my mouth water. Should I wipe the spit from my lips or reserve it for something else? Decisions. Decisions.

Today was blues day and I had specifically chosen my skirt over my pants that morning, imagining exactly what I was going to make happen. Black hose. Shiny black pumps. Princess cut shirt.

There was a squadron picnic going on outside. I could hear laughter and chatter. The blinds to his window were open. I could see our teammates not 50 feet away. I wonder if they will see.

He sat down. The chair moaned. He nervously stacked some papers on his desk. Shifted in his seat. He was an introvert, shy, quiet, and he was intimidated. He had this little hmm when he was speechless. It was his tell. I had heard it before. His face was still flush. Asian flush. He leaned back in his chair. Groan. I sat patiently but eagerly across from him. Just how bad did he want me? My heart was racing anxiously waiting to see what he would do this time. God, his sexy mouth. Those luscious, plump lips. Yum.

He stopped stacking and looked up at me. I could see his eyes flicker in thought. Hmm. “Sergeant Ellis…” he began. It was impossible not to see the lust bulging in his fitted blues pants. “Colonel Miller…” I replied glancing at it with satisfaction.

Everyone knew he always kept a bottle of Crown XR in his bottom desk drawer. He opened the drawer, deftly pulled out the bottle. He then pulled out a couple of rock glasses. Where did those come from? I watched his hands as he opened the bottle and slowly poured the whiskey into each glass. He slid one over to me. I smiled and briefly looked at it but didn’t accept. Not yet.

“Are you still having a hard time figuring out the team’s organization?” He put the glass to his lips. “Or do we need to go over it again?” Hmm. He peered over his glass. By this time, I was wet. Excited. This was new to him, and I was eager to teach. He was mine. He just didn’t know it yet.

This wasn’t the first, or third, time he had strayed from his marriage but not with anyone as forward as I. He still had a lot to learn. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had little exposure to the smut of the world outside the military. Few experiences in a strip club, no experience with illicit drugs, never had a booty call, and had never had nipples with stainless steel rods through them in his mouth. Never licked a clit with a tiny purple ring. Custom made. Tattooed. Never shoved a woman’s face into the pillow to fuck her.

I must have seemed exotically erotic to him. He willingly reveled in my lack of inhibitions and, at that time in my life, I was on a downward spiral. A spiral straight to trouble. Delicious trouble.

I was born white trash. Never accused of being a lady. I had a filthy mind and an even filthier mouth. However it was used. I had been with two men at once. Dropped acid, and snorted coke. I had slept with women. I had been a waitress and bartender and had won more than one wet t-shirt contest. I said “fuck” and “pussy.” And I was playing with fire.

“It was pretty hard,” I replied. Smiling my cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. “But I think I have a pretty good grasp of things now.” He slowly leaned forward. Groan. He set his glass down. He placed his chin on his praying fingers. I uncrossed my legs. Hmm.

I leaned forward and picked up the glass, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt as I moved closer. I put my hand inside and pushed my collar to the side, rubbing my nipple and exposing the slightest cleavage. I looked down at myself touching me and looked at him. He was watching. He wanted me. I put the glass to my mouth, leaned my head back and swallowed all that was in the glass. One gulp. I breathed out the heat with an audible sigh, licking my lips.

I leaned forward then very slowly stood up and unbuttoned another button. There were three left. I removed my shoes. Wiggled my cramped toes. Moaned in pleasure. I was an inch shorter now. Hmm. He watched me hungrily. His gaze did not break mine.

If our fellow comrades had taken the time to look to their left as they came into building 166, they would have seen their commander making a command decision. Looks can be deceiving. They would have seen him commanding their operations non-commissioned officer to bend to his will.

They would not have recognized that he wasn’t the one in charge of this operation.

I looked at my feet shyly. Slowly. Coyly. Unbuttoned another button. “Do you want me, Col Miller?” I glanced up to make momentary eye contact before looking down again. I stepped to the side and firmly placed both my palms onto the desk and looked up at him. I was so ready for him. God, I’m so bad. It was electrifying. This was, by far, the most dangerous I had ever been. Was I really doing this? Yes, I was. I was on fire.

“Yes.” He whispered hoarsely. That sexy voice. Hmm.

“What are you going to do about it?” I dared him. Taunting him. Cat. Canary. The office had gotten incredibly hot. I motioned for him with one finger. Come to me, it didn’t say.

He stood up. Paused. Hmm. I watched him as he cautiously stepped up to the plate. I looked over my shoulder at him. He should be cautious. He hungrily conducted a thorough hazard assessment. He could smell the danger. So could I. I was in this for the win. He had taken the bait before. Was he going to take it now? Oh yes, he was.

Hmm.

He pressed his body against me. Oh, he was so warm. So hard and so warm. I could feel him quivering. He was afraid. But he was excited. I was going to guide him through this.

I leaned back into him. Slowly wiggled around against him. This moan wasn’t from the chair. It was in my ear as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me upright and put his mouth on my neck. His hot whiskey breath. I gasped. I reached back and took his hands in mine. Slid them around to my open shirt. Guiding him. He relinquished control.

He eagerly cupped each of my tits and unbuttoned the last two buttons of my shirt. His fingers found their way to the top of my bra and he slid his fingers inside. Clasped a nipple in each hand. My barbells were warm. My nipples were always erect. I was aching for him. He was throbbing for me. I thought I was going to come right there as he pressed himself harder against me. God, I wanted him so bad.

I kept rubbing my body against him. He kept pinching and rubbing each nipple. He was moaning. I was gasping. “I’ve been waiting almost two weeks for this,” he growled in my ear. “Have you?” I asked as he bit my earlobe. Hard. Ah. He had a bit of fire in him after all. Yum.

His hands traveled up my body, pulling my skirt up as they did. I looked over my shoulder and wiggled against him more. Begging him. Please. He kept pace. He slid his hands to the underside of my waistband so he could grab the top of my hose. He forcefully pulled them down mid-thigh. He was so hot against me. He was breathing heavy. I looked back at him again. Cat. Canary. Hmm.

I wasn’t wearing any panties.

I guided his hand to my lips. Put his fingers in my mouth. My tongue skillfully toyed with his fingertips. I sucked them. One of the most sensitive parts of the body. Perspiration at my temple. I guided his wet fingers between my legs. I moaned. Wiggled. I pressed his fingers into me. Gasp.

His fingers stayed. Mine went to his belt. Both of my hands behind my back, I tugged at his belt. He pushed my hands to the side and took the lead. Ah. I heard the click of his belt buckle. It was magic to my ears. God, please. I arched my back, leaned all the way forward. Fuck me. Did I say it? He kicked the chair out of the way. Shhh.

He slowly and forcefully slipped inside me. Stood still. Pulled me back upright against him. I owned him once more. I will take it from here.

Slow, steady, deliberate, hard. The hair at the nape of my head was wet. I could smell him. It was intoxicating. He tightly held me to him as I moved against him harder. Harder. Please. My blood kept time with his pulse. Paced him. Slowed him. Sped him. I squeezed. Released. Squeezed. Released. Ebb and flow. We were both panting. Hmm. He was holding out. We had to be quiet. He was trying hard to come quietly.

I pushed hard against him one more time and squeezed him tight. Squeezed and pulled. Release. Squeeze. Pull. Release. He was driving me mad. So close. He had slowed. Trying to hold out.

Faster. Harder. Fuck me harder. Did I say that?

“Oh, God.” He said it. “Yes,” I was trying to be quiet. It was going to be hard. So, close.

I felt him swell harder. It was time. Squeeze. I arched my back. He clutched my ass. Hard. He moaned. Gasped. Seized up. I felt him come inside me. That was all it took. I put my head down and bit my lip. He rode me out as I peaked.

If they had looked to their left, they would have seen their commander buried deep inside me. Me writhing against him. My skirt pulled up to my tits. If they had been standing outside the door, they would have undoubtedly heard the moaning. Heavy breathing. They might have smelled the sex from under the door. They would have been speechless. Appalled. Good, I thought with satisfaction.

We were playing with fire.

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