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Kiara has been punished and is now starting to get her reward... nervous and exposed, she's in a mans hands now and willing to be taken.
This is intended to be for people who like a bit of story and a read and isn't going to go straight into rushed hardcore sex. Feel free to leave comments or DM.
Chapter 4 of 4 in Story 1
Normally, when people talk about a mans cock they describe length as if it is the sole metric of judgement. But what struck Kiara more than anything was the significant thickness of the shaft presented before her. Her first thought was a significant worry that it simply wouldn't fit. What a horribly unsatisfying climax that would be. She had never had a man inside her before, and what she had before her now was a real mans. He was uncut, his skin looked thick and he could see some significant veins running along and across its surface. She could tell that he was older, it looked finely aged, like it had tasted many a woman and now she was next to be taken. She felt that she was in good, safe, and experienced hands with him and his thick cock. If she could get it in, she was going to enjoy this. She could see his heavy balls hanging behind it, equally impressive they looked heavy and full and she imagined them bursting inside her. Filling her pussy with hot thick cum. She licked her lips as she stared at them.
Approaching her, he pushed her down. Lying her back on his desk he seemed to fill the space between her legs. She could feel the cold smooth wood of the desk on her back, she could feel the mans course hair of his thighs rub against hers. Her soft, subtle smoothness an antithesis of his course, rough solidity. Finally, she received the sensation that she longed for as his shaft up rubbed up against her pussy. She pushed herseld up onto her elbows, she wanted to see the moment happen. She wanted to watch and feel as his dick split her apart and made her a woman.
He didn't enter her, not yet. He gripped his thick shaft and rubbed his head up and down along her slit. She shuddered as a ripple of pleasure spread across her body. His large cock dwarfed her little pussy, his hair was closely cropped and his balls looked like big smooth orbs hanging ready behind it. As he readied himself, he began to slowly stroke his shaft backwards and forwards. As his skin rolled back, she saw his big head expose itself from within. She saw it, it looked ready to burst, swollen and angry. The Drill Sergeant went back to rubbing up and down her slit. The motion made her lips part and she felt his head run across her, clit to hole. She felt him pause over her opening and looked up to find his eyes.
As their eyes met he began to push into her. Her mouth parted as he inhaled and flinched, feeling herself being stretched softly open to accommodate his girth. The wetness of her pussy allowed him in, she took him well. She felt his head meet her hymen and a small spike of pain pricked out of her. He withdrew but as soon as he was out he went straight back in again. Twice more he pushed inside her, she felt her pussy react and accommodate him both times. On the third thrust he came all the way out and once again rubbed up and down her slit. She felt him gathering all the wetness that was available and stroked down his length. His shaft glistened.
Hovering back over her hole he pushed in all the way, splitting her hymen and pushing through much further. Instinctively Kiara cried out as she felt herself tear, screwed her eyes closed and rocked back off her elbows on to her back on the desk. "Shhh, all done, all done" soothed the Drill Sergeant. He stayed deep inside her, not moving, allowing her to grow accustomed to the alien appendage inside of her. At first, she felt almost panicked, that there was something inside of her that didn't belong. But she began to relax, her chest and breasts heaving up and down as she lay there, her hand stretched out to reach for the Drill Sergeants for comfort. As she found it, he began to move inside of her, small movements at first, building in range and momentum. The motion radiated pleasure from within, warming her up and relaxing her. His thick rough hands held her hips on each side. He kept her anchored to the desk as he thrust up into her.
As the thrusting continued, Kiara began to thrust back, she felt him inside her, spreading and stretching her. Every motion moistening her further as her body worked to contain the shaft inside. Her legs spread further, her hips tilted and rocked with each thrust. She was finally getting what she wanted, she needed him inside of her, she wanted him deeper. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his torso, trying to pull him further into her. But this wasn't hers to control, the drill sergeant took control. His hand took a leg by the knee and raised it up, laying it on his shoulder. The effect this has was immediate and significant. The change in angle meant that her pussy had to adapt anew to the different position of his cock. It also allowed him to go much deeper. Kiara felt like her organs were about to be pushed out of her, he went so deep, and his cock was so thick, she had never felt so full in all her life.
Kiara squirmed, she shifted and adjusted but there was nothing that she could do, she was being spread and dominated by the drill sergeant. He was thrusting with passion now, enjoying her squirms as she struggled with the size of him. She couldn't hold herself now as she had been holding the desk, the thrusts were too powerful and she couldn't hold on. She was fucked back and forward and her tits bounced along with them, one hand tried to hold them swinging too much while the other ran through her red hair in ecstasy. The drill Sergeant reached for her other leg now and held them both by the ankles. He spread them and fucked her harder still. She could feel his big balls smacking against her ass, the effect was exhilarating. She wanted more, she wanted to scream.
In the tiny office, which was now thick with the mixing smells of their sex, Kiara's heart was beating out of her chest. A warmth was spread through her body emanating from her pussy, full as it was from the cock pounding into her. Her Drill Sergeant was mercilessly fucking her, holding her legs spread high and wide by the ankles. Kiaras chest and face was flushed bright pink, almost as much as her pussy was as it battled to try and tame the thick cock that stretched it. She could feel his pace slow, instead of the fast hard thrusts he was shifting to slower, deep ones. She was feeling his head pushing her open with every stroke. He pulled out completely. The sensation of it being taken out was heartbreaking to Kiara, in that moment it felt like the most devastating thing to ever happen and she whimpered pathetically.
Propping herself up to see where the object of her affection had disappeared to, she saw her Drill Sergeant retreat to one of the soft meeting chairs at the back of the office. She followed instinctively, practically running over to return his rogue cock to its rightful place inside her. It was hers, she wanted it back. So desperate she was to get it back she practically fell into it, half crawling the last step before grasping it. Her lover was sat back, sweating and red, it was her turn to look after him for. She took the cock into her mouth and sucked deeply. Immediately her mouth was flooded with the sharp taste of her pussy and his cock mixed within her. The cock was hard to fit in her mouth, awkward with its thickness. Her tongue danced over the slick head, flicking the slit at its summit and then searching out every bead of her juices remaining on the shaft as she licked from base to tip.
His balls were moist, partly from her juices that had run down over it, and partly sweaty from the exertion of fucking her so passionately. She stroked his shaft with her hand and took to sucking his balls, careful to pay enough attention to each by regularly switching. His skin was thick but his balls swelled beneath it. She fluttered excitedly at the thought of what they contained within, before returning to his dick. She used her mouth to suck and slide all the way up the side of his shaft, taking as much of it as she could in her mouth as she rose. She was back up at the top and thrust down upon it deeply. She didn't even get halfway down before it hit the back of her throat with force. She spluttered and gagged, but held it there, attempting to relax her throat. She felt it spasm and squeeze his head and heard him sigh, she seemed to be doing a good job. Looking up, she tried to keep her eyes open and as she fucked his cock with her throat. He big eyes maintaining eye contact with each stroke. Bobbing up and down, she sucked him hard until she could take it no longer. She needed to feel him back inside of her.
Rising up, Kiara straddled him on the chair, he made no attempt to stop her as she positioned her pussy back above his head. She reached down and split her lips apart, and began to lower herself back down upon him. Her pussy had contracted in it's absence and she felt the mild pain of being re-stretched to accommodate it. She slip down, her weight working to her advantage as gravity seemed to pull her on deeper and deeper. She'd never ridden a man like this before, but she had ridden horses a lot and her muscle memory and instinct took over. Rolling her hips, she rode the shaft hard, she was bucking wildly on his lap and held on to his shoulders to control her movements. Her breasts stood out in his face and her nipples were hard. His hands came up and toyed with them, twisting and pinching and sucking painfully. The pain was subordinate to the pleasure and it drove her to another level.
Kiara arched her back, she leaned away and she had to change her grip to holding his knees, giving her Drill Sergeant a clear view of her pussy stroking up and down on his shaft. This was too much for him and he stood up still inside her, his hands holding her around her back to keep her up. The movement had taken her by surprise as he moved decisively and suddenly. He took her back over to the desk and dropped her off. Holding her by the back of her neck, he pulled her off the desk and spun her round. He pushed her down roughly over the desk so that her breasts rested on the desk. Pulling her hair towards him to arch her back he immediately found her wet pussy waiting for him and thrust into her as hard as could. He was clearly in a higher state of arousal now as his strokes were very hard and deep, painful even. Now they weren't just having sex, she was being fucked and fucked hard.
In and out he pounded her pussy, her hair tight in his grip, her face looking up at the wall without focusing as she was consumed by the action she was getting. She felt her hair being pulled even harder, he pulled up her torso from the desk but kept her hips locked against it by his own. He released her hair and his arms came around her body. His left hand found her breast and nipple and squeezed hard, the right snaking up around her neck, gripping and squeezing. Her breathing was laboured by the force it exerted upon her, all the while he continued to pump in and out of her now tired pussy. She found the effect of the choking exhilarating, he was again in complete control, roughly dominating her as he fucked her his way. There was a brief moment of panic as she felt her oxygen restricted, but this only served to heighten her senses and she trusted him completely to look after her.
Kiara could feel the Drill Sergeants balls smashing against her clit as he drilled her and squeezed her sensitive nipples. Her pussy was screaming at her. Every sensation was tingling, arching sparks of pleasure out across her body as she was relentlessly fucked. Being fucked from behind was kinky and exhilarating. It felt naughty, like it was somehow even dirtier; her superior bending her over a desk, choking her and fucking her as hard as he could. This training was what she could get used to, she would be a passionate student in this arena. As dirty thoughts swirled around her head, she felt him stiffen behind her, like every muscle in his body was contracting at the same time. A hotness spread inside her pussy, she could feel it moving within and filling her up. He was cumming inside her, she didn't resist. The feeling of his cum filling her pussy felt amazing. She felt complete as he twitched and grunted as his orgasm rose and faded inside of her. As he finished, he began to pull out, releasing her body at the same time. She was so weak that she half fell, catching herself on the desk as her legs shook.
The Drill Sergeant had taken a half step back and her head was close to his cock now as she staggered. She saw beads of cum on the head still, it was mixed with her juices and she wanted all of it. She moved and took it in her mouth, half crouched in front of him catching him by surprise. She sucked it hard to clean all the drops off, he jerked and eased her off him. She was crouched in front of the desk, flushed, shaking and exhausted. Looking up she looked into the drill instructors eyes but there was no affection or emotion in them. "Leave and go back to your duties" was all he said as he turned away from her. She felt lost, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up and rest in this safe, musky place but was being ordered out. Confused and shaking still, she gathered her shorts, top and bra and went to leave, almost forgetting to put them on before she did so. As she left the external office and was back in the corridor, she leant against the wall and exhaled deeply in both relief and exhaustion. Her pussy and body were shattered and she didn't have the energy to check if someone was watching her leave the office in such an obvious state. She rested a moment and could feel the course material of the issued clothes against her sensitive skin. Her nipples, which were still slightly hard, and pussy were especially sensitive and she realised that her drill sergeants cum was beginning to slip towards her pussy lips as she stood against the wall. She began to shuffle back to the bathroom with her legs clamped as much as possible to prevent any escaping her. As she shuffled she remembered her underwear, still on the desk where her face had been buried as she was fucked. That was tomorrows problem, maybe she would be invited back to retrieve them. She hoped so.
This is the end of Story 1. I have a rough story arc for another two stories so please do comment and DM as you see fit to give your feedback. Look forward to what comes next!
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