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My Quest to Become My Commander’s Mistress #3

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It was 0206 EST. Thursday morning. Everyone was asleep. Except Col Miller and me. We were immersed in a delicious chat. I could see him in my mind on the other end, hard. Maybe even with it in one hand as he pecked with the other. God, that’s so hot. I was telling him where he was going to put his mouth on me this upcoming weekend. That beautiful wet, hot, sexy mouth of his. His strong tongue. In me. Does he remember what I taste like? I do. I closed my eyes.

I was sitting cross-legged on my couch. House dead silent other than the clicking of keys on my keyboard. I carefully deleted our conversation as we talked. We had just reached the point of oh dear god yes when a familiar voice in my ear startled me. My stomach dropped. I quickly typed “!” Col Miller knew to standby.

My husband asked me who I was talking to as he glared at the blank screen over my shoulder. I told him a coworker. He asked me what specifically we had to talk about at 2 am. Why I wasn’t in bed. Why I was drinking. I put my drink down. I told him my coworker was upset and needed someone to talk to. This was a lie. None of my co-workers liked me. I hadn’t realized the time. Oh shit it was that late already?

He abruptly stood up. I briefly looked over my shoulder at him. What? He knows. The look on his face said I don’t believe you. I knew that look all too well.

Most recently, he had typed “a” into a search on my laptop. “Ashley Madison” showed up. Fuck. I was too goddamn stupid to erase my browsing history. Why was he on my laptop in the first place? Always trying to catch me doing something. And there was always something to catch. He went ballistic as he had every other time. What the hell is wrong with me?

Since being assigned, prior to my quest, I had pulled out all stops. Broken my own rule of never mixing business with pleasure. Within a month at my new assignment, I was fucking a married Tech Sergeant who was fucking another married Tech Sergeant who was also fucking a married Staff Sergeant that worked down the hall that I was fucking.

And everybody knew it. Except my husband. I was such a dirty whore. Dirty. Whore. I was out of control.

And I had a big mouth. A really big mouth. For what came out of it as much as what went in. I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted every man to want me. Every woman to want to be me. Col Miller was going to make that happen. And he was letting it happen. I was slowly but deliberately winding him around my little finger. And down that spiral I went with him hot on my tail.

When I met him, not two months prior, everyone else had immediately fallen to the wayside. He is what I wanted. He is what I would have. I was obsessed with him and only him. I was obsessed with possessing him. I wanted to be in his veins. Coursing his body. Mad? Absolutely.

What about his wife? Does she suspect? I met her once. Group function. She was plain. Nice. He never fucked her. She was the kind to make love to. I didn’t make love. Not my thing.

Did he feel guilty? No. He was scared. He was scared of getting caught. But he wasn’t scared when he was in my throat. Those weren’t groans of regret. They were moans of pleasure and please god give me more. He trembled with anticipation rather than fear. Right there. God yes.

He was an “innocent” family man. Faithful husband and father. But he wasn’t so innocent when he was faithfully sinning with me. When he was sweating and panting with me. I was so bad. Good thing he was an atheist, or he was going to hell.

He kissed his wife every day with the same mouth that kissed my pussy every other night. I wonder if she ever smelled me on him. Maybe for a second. What is that? It’s me. I wonder if he would say my name out loud? Would he be that careless? I knew he wouldn’t be thinking of anyone else. He would be fucking me when he was making love to her. My quest. Would he risk it all for me?

The front of his F-150 had become our rutting ground. Parked at the edge of the base. Outside the field training area. If that truck could only talk. I took my position. Straddling him. Handprints on the wet windows. Footprints. I coached him. My little purple ring in my little wet clit. He was eager to learn. Eager to please.

I had discovered two little sweet spots he didn’t even know he had. What else doesn’t he know about? Once my fingers found them, they were in my mouth. I bite. I warned him. His body jerked, involuntarily spasmed, and he gasped sharply. Moaning, shaking his head. Hmm. His fingers dug into my thighs. Discovery is an amazing thing.

He half-heartedly tried to stop me. I paid no mind. Continued biting and sucking and pinching. Eyes squeezed tight, head back, he came hard on my thighs. Interesting. That was a first for me, too. Maybe he had a few things to show me as well. Oh, I cannot wait to see. Yum.

When it came to work, understanding the organization wasn’t the only problem I had with the team. They were hypocrites. All of them. I abhor hypocrisy.

A Master Sergeant was sleeping with her troop. A married Staff Sergeant was fucking a married instructor a couple of buildings over. My troop, a Senior Airman at the time, was fucking a married Tech Sergeant also a couple of buildings over. I wasn’t the only one getting around.

No matter. I had bigger fish to fry. The O-5 kind.

As luck would have it, there was a tragedy. The Master Sergeant’s troop that she was sleeping with had taken a nosedive into oncoming rush hour traffic. It was a shock to the entire unit. I didn’t particularly like him, but I wouldn’t have wished him dead. Col Miller had deployed with him in Afghanistan, so it hit him pretty hard.

Several members of the team planned a long road trip for the funeral. I convinced my husband to let me go. He was right to have me on a short leash. Indeed. Team members whispered that I had ulterior motives. No one directly confronted me. They couldn’t prove my intent. But by this time, they definitely knew something was going on between the two of us. Them knowing was exciting. But just how much did they really know? Our sins. Ah. Every last lustful one of them.

It was so wrong. It was so right. The only comfort I wanted to provide Col Miller was to wrap myself around him. Squeeze him tight. And he was going to allow me to comfort him I was sure of that. No matter how fucked up. He wanted to fuck me. He wanted me to fuck him. We had no shame.

After the funeral, the team went out to a bar by the hotel. Everyone had decided it’s what our deceased team member would have wanted. The bar was called “Karma.” Col Miller was there with my Superintendent at the bar when I walked in. My team members and I found places to perch.

As the night wore on, everyone got drunker and drunker. Very. Including Col Miller and me. We watched each other throughout the night. As the night went on, the temperature in the bar rose. As did everybody else’s dirty little secrets. Dirty.

I went out for a smoke on the front steps. There was a girl dressed as a fairy with wings and a wand. I didn’t even know her name but suddenly my mouth found hers. It was hot even in the cold night air. I finished my smoke. She wished me well with her wand and I never saw her again.

By the time I went back inside, it was a no-shit orgy in that bar. All but two of them were married. Hands and mouths were everywhere. People were grinding each other on the makeshift dance floor. My married Superintendent was taking turns passionately sucking face with the women, married or not. All of them. They were waiting in line at the bar. Including the lesbian.

Seriously? I recognized a broken governor when I saw one. And I saw 12. And they talked shit about me? Fucking hypocrites. Every one of them. There’s a special place in hell for you.

One of the married Tech Sergeants had pulled me into a back room and had my entire tit out of my shirt in his mouth. I pushed him away. I didn’t want him. I was on a mission, and he was not it. And I was wasted. I tasted big, big trouble coming.

Col Miller and I had progressively migrated towards one another. He was red. Hot. Asian flush. Whiskey. Liquor and juices flowing. He sure as hell was not scared at that moment. I could see it in his eyes. Things we typically whispered had to be yelled over the noise. No one could hear what we were saying. Nobody cared. They were doing their own filthy things. Dirty deeds. The yelling merely fueled the fire. The one we were playing with.

We somehow ended up on the dance floor. Front and center. Dangerously close. That fire was getting hotter. My heart was beating hard. My entire body was humming. Purring. There was a hunger in him I had yet to see. Ah. That fire. And that goddamn sexy mouth. I wanted that mouth all over me. Where is this going?

I don’t remember what song was playing when he made his move. Any inhibitions he had when we got there were gone. His aching need for me combined with whiskey and the cloud of sex hovering in the bar. Suddenly I wasn’t the only one obsessed. I saw flames in his eyes like never before. He wanted me bad enough to pull me against him. In front of everyone. He was so warm, and he was hard. His scent was strong. He smelled of that trouble. My kind of trouble. Oh, I’m game. Yum.

He took my face in his hands and pulled my lips to his. Covered my lips with his hot mouth. Hard. Once again, his lower lip soaked with whiskey was in my mouth. God, yes. Take me right then and there. I can’t breathe. I gasped and yielded to him. Who exactly was in control here?

In that moment, the whole world stood still for one Commander and his operations Tech Sergeant in the throes of passion amongst a sea of whoremongers. Everything in the bar stopped. Everyone stopped who and what they were doing to look at us. Even the music stopped. I could hear the inaudible gasps. I could see the gaping mouths. How dare we? It was so fucking insensitive. Someone just died for Christ’s sake. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Again. Special place in hell.

Between my big mouth and the spectacle we had just made at the bar, there was little doubt we were fucking. Guess the secret was out. Along with their own. Fucking hypocrites. Who exactly had no shame here?

Turns out, that Master Sergeant that had been sleeping with the deceased had bailed him out of jail the night before he killed himself. She should have known not to leave him alone. She could have saved him, but she didn’t. She will have to live with that forever. And people talked shit about me?

He glanced at me and hastily made his way out of the bar once he realized what had happened and how everyone had looked at us. No matter. I will resolve this issue later. I stayed around so it didn’t look like I was following him. But I was one of the first to filter out of the bar. All eyes were still on me. Good. Fuck them.

The fairy was gone. I probably would have given her a departing kiss on my way out. But I was on a mission. His public display of affection renewed my quest. Now everybody knew. Good. Let them see how he was risking it all for me. I wasn’t fucking playing around.

It was after 3 am by the time I got back to my room. I was still very drunk. My lack of inhibitions hadn’t disappointed. I kissed five people that night. It was a blur, but I was certain of that. I slowly stripped off my clothes. My panties were soaking wet. God, I was excited. The suspense. Anticipation. Angst. Evil. How he felt against me. How exhilarating it was to be the center of attention. I reveled in it. The night’s not over yet. God, I was so, so bad. I put on a big T-shirt and my SpongeBob PJ pants. I fell onto my bed. There was no way I could sleep. My mind was spinning, and my body was still humming. Hmmm…

I commended myself on a job well done. Damn. I knew I was good but not that good. I had turned him. Like a vampire. I should be ashamed of myself. But I was not. Not one bit. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. But he had significantly turned up the heat. I had to step up my game.

I had been roomed with my supervisor, a Junior Officer. She slept fewer than 6 feet from me. She had been in that line at the bar. At least she wasn’t married. For whatever that was worth.

I rolled over and groaned. I couldn’t resist. I picked up the phone in the dark. I called his room quietly, while she slept. He answered on the first ring. God, that sexy, deep voice. Shivers. My stomach dropped. I could feel the tickle between my legs.

“Why are you awake?” I whispered.

Hmm. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he growled.

“Are you alone?” I whispered. My eyes were open in the dark. I was anxious. Excited. I could taste it. It tasted like salty skin. Please let him be alone. I held my breath. I was so wet. And aching. My supervisor stirred in her sleep. Did she hear me?

“Yes.” Hmm. God yes. He was alone. I let my breath out slowly.

“Do you want to be?” I asked. I waited.

Hmm. “No.” He said. That’s my invitation. “Room 230.” He whispered hoarsely. Was he coaxing me? “My door will be open.” Who was in control here?

“Coming,” I whispered. Butterflies between my legs. Flutter.

I quickly but quietly slipped out of my room. Would she notice I was gone? Room key in hand, I walked down the long hallway to the elevator. I was on the fourth floor. I was nervous. Excited. I pushed the down button. Would one of my team members be on the elevator when the doors opened? How would I explain my trip down with SpongeBob? After what had happened? It would be so obvious. Had anyone seen me leave my room? I didn’t care. I had an issue to resolve.

The elevator was empty. Sigh. The doors closed. There was a camera in the corner. Who was watching me? There was no stop on the third floor. I was quivering with anticipation when I stepped onto his floor. Breakfast was at 0730 in the lobby. Wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. Would his door be open, or had he fallen asleep? Would I have to knock?

I got to room 228 and I could see his door ahead was open with the door lock bar. Ah. He was waiting for me. This will be delicious. I was hot. The hair at the nape of my neck was damp. I slowly opened the door.

“Hello?” I whispered. I watched my bare feet disappear into the dark room.

“Well, hi,” he returned.

“I thought you might have fallen asleep,” I said quietly as I felt my way to the bed.

“And miss this?” Hmm. “No way.”

I found the bed. He was under the sheet. I sat there for a moment in the dark on the edge of the bed next to him. “That was pretty goddamn ballsy, Col Miller.” I could hear him smiling in the dark.

“I wanted you,” he said. “I want you.”

“Yeah?” I ran my hand alongside his silhouette under the sheet. Hmm. “Can you show me?” I didn’t need to see anything. I could feel it. I gently ran my hand up to his neck down to his thighs pausing briefly to feel his want. Moan. Again. Sigh. Again. Groan. Again. Gasp. Again. I wanted him so bad. Was he going to finish what he started at the bar?

“Are you going to finish what you started at the bar?” I asked.

“Goddammit, Sergeant Ellis,” he suddenly sat up. “Stop fucking teasing me!” He pulled me on top of him. “You’re killing me,” he growled. His aggression surprised me. Pleasantly. Was I blushing? The dark would never tell.

It was that little fire in him I noticed the first time he bit my ear in his office. He almost drew blood. A life of repression. Unrecognized perversions. All the evil things that had been unleashed. There’s no way he’s going back. I was proud of him. Such a good naughty boy. He should be rewarded. Let’s resolve this issue.

He roughly ran his hands up my thighs, my waist, to my tits. His hands were shaking. I wasn’t wearing a bra. He slid his hands under my shirt and grasped my tits firmly. My barbells laced between his fingers as he pinched my nipples. I arched my back and pushed into his hands. Oh god. More. I could barely see him, but I knew the look on his face. Rapture. He was obsessed. I knew that look all too well.

I moved on him slow and steady above the sheet. Just the way he liked it. And I do aim to please. I knew he could feel my little purple ring through my PJs and the sheets. Rubbing both of us just the right way.

“I want to see you,” he was breathless. He reached over and switched on the lamp. The two of us were illuminated in the glow.

“SpongeBob…” he chuckled. Hmm. I grinned. Cat. Canary.

“Alright Col Miller,” I whispered. I peeled my shirt off. I was straddling him in nothing but my SpongeBob PJ pants. The light from the lamp shining on my naked pierced tits. “Your turn.” I licked my lips. I ran my hands slowly up my sides, cradling each tit as I did. I licked my fingers and played with each nipple slowly. I watched him watching me. I could feel him grow harder beneath me. He liked what he saw. His liking it made me want him more. I could feel my heart beating hard and fast between my legs. The pulsing ache he had left me with in the bar.

At the sight of my tits, my tongue running across my lips, my spit swirling around my nipples, my cat-canary grin, that raging hunger in his eyes burned hotter. Yum. He leaned forward and I helped him pull his shirt over his head. He couldn’t get it off fast enough. He loved body contact, so I leaned forward and pressed my tits against his chest. He gasped. I knew he loved this. The heat. The friction.

I devoured his luscious lips with my mouth, tasting whiskey and toothpaste. He lifted his head and took my face in his hands and pressed his mouth harder. The tips of our tongues touched. Teasing. I felt the stubble from his face on mine and I knew just how that would feel between my legs. Another time. No time now.

My fingers found those sweet spots. Mmm. I would take it easy on him this time. We had to be up in two hours.

He hastily jerked the sheet out from underneath me with his legs. He had managed to get us both entirely naked during this shuffle. I was then sitting directly on top of him. Naked. That’s better. God, he was so hard and hot. He was wet. Was that me or him?

Time was of the essence here. We had two hours before we had to be downstairs. No time to waste. Let’s resolve this issue immediately. I leaned forward and my pussy caught him tight as he slipped inside me. Right where it belonged. And I wasn’t slow this time. I was on a mission. I moved quick and steady. He kept grabbing my ass to slow me down. Hmm. I shook my head. No, no, no. I was going to make this quick.

The feeling of him beneath me was exhilarating. I was reminded just how bad I was to have his wife’s dick in my husband’s pussy. I smiled with satisfaction. He saw the smile but didn’t know what it was. And neither of us was quiet this time. Me first. It was sharp. Sudden. He followed. I gasped audibly and threw my head back. He groaned and held his breath. He seized up for several seconds. He slowly let out his breath with another moan. We rode each other out until we were both spent. Exhausted. It had been a long, eventful day. Perfect ending. His message tonight had been pretty clear: He was risking it all for me.

Once again, I smiled with satisfaction. I had claimed him. I had turned him. He was mine. I quickly released him. I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. “Good night, Col Miller,” I whispered, and I left the room. “Night Sergeant Ellis…” he trailed as I walked out.

He was running down my leg by the time I got back to my room. I had to be in the lobby in less than two hours. My supervisor was still asleep. Good.

N o sleep, no makeup, and no shower, I was in the lobby by 0734. Most of the team members were either in line for breakfast or sitting down eating. Everybody looked like shit. I felt like shit. I saw Col Miller at a corner table by himself. He glanced up at me then looked back down at his phone. I wasn’t very hungry, so I grabbed a muffin. I wasn’t really paying much attention to whether people were looking at me or not. I didn’t really much care. The only thing going through my mind at that time was what had transpired two hours ago. My body was still humming.

I sauntered over to the corner table where he sat. He had barely picked at his toast and oatmeal. He looked up at me briefly, but his gaze did not linger. Something was wrong. “We can’t do this,” he said flatly. He glanced around.

“Excuse me?” Whoa. What the fuck?

“You should probably sit somewhere else,” he said curtly. “We’re all about to leave soon.” He looked back down at his phone.

My eyes couldn’t not break a gaze he wouldn’t make. For once, I was speechless. He hadn’t risked it all for me. He couldn’t take the heat. Somebody had gotten to him. He had taken back command of this operation. I had failed my quest.

And just like that, he cut me off.

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