4 comments/ 37561 views/ 2 favorites Night Duty By: longwhite Joe was a Corporal serving in a large army garrison in Germany. He was on guard again, but at least this time he had pulled vehicle checkpoint bravo. This was on the married quarter side of the barracks. Joe liked the last 2 hours of the night guard the best, as the civilian guards knocked off at 10:00 leaving a single military sentry with a radio. The checkpoint consisted of an automatic vehicle barrier and a large metal gate that was secured at midnight. This last 2 hours could be a laugh, especially if people were coming back from parties clubs or bars, he enjoyed looking at the girls and women that came through the checkpoint. On this particular night it was very quiet. Then about 30 minutes after the civilian guards had left he received a call from the main guardroom telling him there had been some sort of incident in one of the regimental lines and he was to let no one in without ID and that he would likely be on his own at the VCP for some time. Shortly after closing the main gate he saw someone approaching the VCP. It was Mrs Smith, who sometimes drove an Alfa sports car or rode an expensive mountain bike. An officer's wife, she was always sexily dressed. Tonight she was on her bike and from the way she was wobbling all over the road, she was a bit tipsy. He stepped out of the guard hut, slid open the metal gate and waited for her to come closer. She wobbled to a stop and he had to catch her bike to prevent her from falling. "Can I see your ID please?" he asked. "Of course," she replied, pulling her small shoulder bag around to her front and looking in it. After a bit of a rummage, she looked up, "I can't find it!" "Come inside into the light and have a look there," he offered. He followed her into the guard hut, checking out her short summer dress and high heeled strappy sandals. Once inside she emptied her small purse on the counter top and looked through the contents. "I must have left it at home tonight, I've only been to a barbeque at a friend's quarter outside the wire – but you know me don't you?" " "Yes, I know you Mrs Smith, but there has been an incident in the main camp and I am under instruction to let no one in without an ID." She tossed her pretty auburn hair in disgust. "I'll phone the main guardroom for instructions if you like" he offered, a plan already hatching in his head. "Hurry up then would you please!" she said impatiently. He offered her a chair and picked up the phone, dialled his own officer number and pretended to make a call, explaining the problem. After a series of "Ok, I'll tell her," comments he put the receiver down. "They say they will be sending down a woman RMP to conduct a search and verify your identity before we can let you in." "Well, let me call my husband then please" she pleaded, not quite so confident now. "Sorry, not allowed, and anyway all the Headquarters staff have been called in due to the incident." She sat dejected at that. He noticed she seemed to be crossing and uncrossing her legs, probably wants to pee, he thought. After 15 – 20 minutes, she said "Can't you call again and see what's holding them up? Again he made a sham call and then said "Sorry Mrs Smith, they say it will be at least an hour before they can get someone down here, maybe more – the guard commander suggested I make you a cup of tea." "I don't want tea, I just want to go home!" she exclaimed. She sat quietly for a while, fending of his attempts at conversation. Finally after about 45minutes she said, "Look, this is ridiculous, can't you search me, and I'm hardly likely to be hiding anything in this dress am I?" "Well, I doubt it is permitted, but I will ask" he said, picking up the phone for another sham call. "Yes, ok understood – I'll ask her" he said, putting the phone down again. "They said if you were prepared to sign a release form it would be ok." "Well get the form then," She replied. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to wait for the RMP? He asked. "I'm not waiting any longer, get the bloody form" she said. He collected a body search release form and placed it on the counter in front of her, handing her a pen. Without a glance at the form she signed it. "Come on then, get on with it please" she said, offering her handbag. He emptied the contents of the small purse on the counter and checked each in term, returning the items to the bag. "Ok Mrs Smith, turn around and face the wall please." He ordered. "What are you going to do, you've searched my bag?" "I'm sorry; I thought I made it pretty clear this is a body search, why do you think a woman RMP was required," "Oh this is stupid" she said "get on with it then." He stood behind her and ran his fingers through her hair and then around her shoulders, firmly enough to feel the straps of her bra. Continuing on he ran his hands down her sides, past the hem of her dress and down the outside of her smooth, bare legs. Then he began to run his hands up the inside of her legs, until he reached the hem of her dress. "Spread your legs please Mrs Smith," he requested. She began to protest, but then moved her feet apart and he ran his hands up her inner thigh, brushing lightly across the crotch of her panties. He felt he tense up as he did so. "I'm sorry Mrs Smith, but I am not satisfied that you are not concealing something in your clothing, please remove your dress." "I will not!" she exclaimed. "Then I will have to ask you to sit down and wait for the RMP to arrive," he said. She scowled at him and sat down – but it was only 10 minutes or so before she stood up, "Get on with it then, I bet you are really getting off on this aren't you!" she said. Joe ushered her into the rear room of the guard post, taking the precaution of turning out the external lights and locking the door. She stood in the back room, and looking into his eyes undid the top 3 buttons on her dress and pulled it over her head. She wore a white lace half cup bra which exposed the top of her nipples and showed off her pretty breasts. Her panties were matching white lace, and the dark patch of her pubes showed clearly through the front panel. "Turn around and put your hands on the counter top please Mrs Smith." He instructed. She did so without comment. He stood behind her and ran his fingers around her bra strap and clasp. "Turn round please." She turned, noticing his erection bulging in his combat trousers and her face flushed. "Hands behind your head please." She lifted her hands and clasped her fingers behind her head, which lifted her small breasts. He slowly ran his fingers around the hem of the under wired bra and then around the edge of the lacy cup. Her nipples were hard and erect now. "I'm sorry Mrs Smith, but I am not satisfied that you are not hiding something in your bra, please remove it so I can complete the search." Without any exclamation she reached behind her and undid the bra and slid it off her arms, looking him in the eye throughout. He moved forward again and made a show of lifting her small breasts, despite the fact that it would be impossible to hide anything there. Then he moved his hands lower and felt the lace front panel of her panties, before putting his hand down the front and feeling in the dark patch of hair. "Turn around and put your hands on the counter top again please." He requested. She turned around, hanging her head as she leaned over. In shame? He thought – or desire. He moved behind her once more and ran his hands over her panty clad bum. Then he lifted the hem of the leg and pushed his hand inside, feeling her smooth buttock. "I am going to have to ask you top remove your panties Mrs Smith" She stood and just nodded, without turning and slipped the small white pants down her legs and stepped out of them. Deftly he stepped forward, grasped her slim wrists and slipped the plasticuffs around her hands. "Wait, what are you doing?" She exclaimed. "Sorry, standard procedure before any sort of cavity search." He explained. "What do you mean, cavity search?" She cried. "I'm sorry Mrs Smith, but I must satisfy myself that you are not carrying any illicit items inside your body. She had turned now, defiant in her nakedness, but also turned on, very turned on. "Just do it then you bastard!" she said. He turned her around and bent her over the counter top. "Legs apart!" he ordered, more insistently than before. "I'm going to touch your vagina now." He said, placing his hands on her buttocks and spreading her open for his inspection. He knelt down to get a better look at her now open pussy. He couldn't help noticing how wet she seemed and the smell of her juices were fantastic. Realising he needed her help her reached up and undid the cuffs. "Spread yourself open for me Mrs. Smith." She hesitated, "Do it!" he ordered. She reached down and placed her hands on the outside of her pussy and with a groan spread herself open. He reached up, touching the moistness of her hole and gently pushed a finger inside her. She was dripping wet! Gently he pushed another finger in, then another, until he had four fingers inside her up to the knuckle and she squirmed under his touch. Looking up he saw his black Maglite torch, and reached for it. His movement caught her eye. "Pull your pussy wide open so I can look inside Mrs. Smith." She pulled her labia open even wider, but instead of looking he plunged the thick handle of the torch into her gaping hole. "Oh my god, you dirty bastard, that's it, don't stop!" she exclaimed. He thrust the torch in and out of her, the black steel handle slick with her juices. He licked his index finger and ran it around her soaking wet pussy, running the juices up to her puckered arsehole. "I am also required to check your anus Mrs Smith," He added, withdrawing the torch. "Yes, yes of course you must!" She gasped. Joe licked his index finger and rimmed the edge of her delicate arse hole with her own juices before slowly pushing the tip of her finger inside her rectum. "Spread your buttocks open for me Mrs Smith" he ordered. With a groan she placed her hands on her bum and spread her cheeks and opening herself for his inspection. He noticed how dripping wet her pussy was now. He looked up, her face was turned towards him, eyes closed and flushed red. He licked the index finger on his other hand now and gently pushed it into her arse hole, until both his fingers were in here arse up to the knuckle. Then slowly but firmly he opened her arse. Her knees were trembling now. He gazed into the red, moist depths of her arse hole, tempted to lick her there. Instead he removed his fingers and picking up the Maglite once more, forced it into her pussy again. "Hold the torch in place Mrs Smith." He instructed. She reached back and held its black steel shaft in place. Joe picked up a night stick, a sort of baton or truncheon, rubbed it in the mess of juices along the crack of her arse, before pushing it slowly, deliciously into her still gaping arse hole. "Oh my fucking god, oh, I'm coming now!" She screamed, as he fucked her arse with the plastic baton. She thrashed about on the table top, the Maglite clattered to the floor and she lay still. Slowly he removed the baton from her arse. What a site, her pussy and arse hole were wide open, oozing juices. He couldn't resist – unzipping his combat trousers he pulled out his erect cock and began wanking off. "Come and squirt your stuff over me you dirty bastard." She said. "Where do you want it?" He asked her, wiping his cock head in the juices in the crack of her arse. "Over my face of course!" she exclaimed. Joe continued to rub his hard cock up and down her arse crease until he felt the juices rise. "I'm coming now Mrs Smith!" She slid off the table top and on to her knees and he immediately shot 4 large globs of come onto her upturned face. The moment passed and he handed her a towel to clean up with. He began to gather her clothes up. "I need to use the bathroom please." She said. "Unless you have to watch me do that too!" It sounded too much like an invitation to pass up. "Well actually Mrs White, you are still in my custody technically....." She followed him meekly into the ablutions, where she headed for a toilet stall. "I think the shower would be more appropriate." He stated. Without a word she stepped into the shower, turned to face him, bent her knees slightly and let rip a strong stream of pee into the shower tray. She had obviously been bursting for a pee since arriving. "Spread your pussy for me." He ordered. She did as he said and pulled the outer lips apart, lifting the stream of pee in the process. Finally she was finished. Silently he handed her the pile of clothes and closed the door on his way out. He tided up the guardroom and after a couple of minutes she came out of the ablutions dressed. No words were exchanged, just knowing looks as she picked up her purse, opened the door, collected her bike and walked into the darkness of the sleeping barracks. To be continued? Night Duty I was the only male nurse working on the ward at our local hospital. The lack of other male company never worried me as, although I was the butt of any anti-male jokes, I was more than compensated by being the one any of my colleagues (or patients) turned to when they were in the mood for flirting. This was certainly true of my colleague on night duty last week. Evelyn, 25 years of age, petite, and absolutely gorgeous, had been moaning about her current boyfriend to me for at least an hour when she turned to me and asked, "Do you know what I need?" "A new boyfriend," I helpfully suggested. "Well, yes, but what I really need is a right good fuck." She said this with such a straight face, almost as if she'd asked for another cup of tea, that I wasn't exactly sure I had heard right. "Say that again." "What? That I need a good fuck? Well, I do. Steve (her boyfriend) is absolutely hopeless in bed. All I ever get is him banging away on top of me for a few minutes then it's all over and I'm left feeling very frustrated. Plus, I usually end up sleeping on the wet patch." "There's always me," I prompted. "That's very sweet," she smiled. "But I never fuck a cock I haven't tasted first." I couldn't believe what I was hearing but decided to go with it and see how far she was willing to take this. "Well don't let me stop you." "Okay, then," getting down on to her on to her knees in front of me. "Let's see what you've got." I still didn't believe she was serious so I challenged her. "If you want it then you take it out." "Right." And she simply pulled down the zip of my white uniform trousers, reached in and pulled out my rapidly stiffening cock. "That's nice," she grinned and slowly licked her way up the length of my prick. Still in disbelief at the turn this night-duty had taken, I was also aware that we were sitting at the nurses' station, in the middle of a busy ward. "What if someone comes in?" I managed to ask, although my eyes were locked on the soft lips wrapped around my cock. Evelyn stopped for a moment, obviously thinking about this, then simply commanded me to move closer to the desk while she crouched under it so that, to anyone surprising us, it would appear that I was simply catching up with my notes. Notes, patients, even hospital rules were the furthest thing from my mind as Evelyn continued to run her soft tongue up one side of my dick then down the other. As she pulled my foreskin back and lapped at my sensitive head, I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I was brought crashing back to reality by a masterful voice from behind me. "What on earth do you think you are doing?" thundered our Matron who had entered the ward without either of us noticing. "I'm just filling in some charts, Ma'am," I tried to explain. "Don't make your behaviour any worse by lying to me, Nurse Thomson. I can see Nurse Wilson hiding under the desk. Come out of there immediately, Nurse." The only way Evelyn could get out from under the desk was for me to move back in my chair but by doing that I would be exposing my now rapidly shrinking prick. "Come out now, Nurse. Don't make me say it again," barked Matron. Realising the utter hopelessness of our situation, I stood up allowing Evelyn to follow while, at the same time, allowing Matron a perfect view of my penis sticking out of my trousers. She simply stared in disbelief at me, at my cock, at Evelyn and again at my cock. "Nurse Thomson, dress yourself properly. I will see both of you in my office immediately after you finish. Don't bother to change out of your uniform; it may be the last time either of you ever gets to wear them." With that she turned and marched out of the ward, leaving Evelyn and I to consider our fate for the rest of the night. ..................................................................................................... The rest of the night seemed to drag by but soon enough we stood in front of Matron in her office, still in our uniforms as instructed. We both stood with our heads bowed, fearful of our punishment, fearful for our jobs. "I have considered the best course of action to take and have decided to keep this matter between ourselves. However, this sort of behaviour is unacceptable and you must now agree that whatever punishment I deem to fit your crime will be undertaken by you in a true manner of humility and obedience." Evelyn and I looked at each other, daring to believe that we may still have a future as nurses, and nodded our heads in agreement, both to each other and to Matron. "Anything, Matron. Anything you want, we will agree to it," I hastily offered. "Very good. Now, Nurse Wilson, come round to this side of the desk." Evelyn looked at me in bewilderment but did as she was told and walked round the big wooden desk until she stood beside Matron, who slowly pushed her chair back. "Since it was you doing the sucking I am holding you the most responsible, Nurse Wilson," and, before Evelyn knew what was happening, Matron had grabbed her, pulled her over her lap and held her there with her right leg wrapped around Evelyn's, her own right arm pulled high up her back. She struggled and wriggled but Matron had a tight grip on her younger colleague and Evelyn was going nowhere. "Let me go. Let me go. Let me go!" she screamed. "Nurse Wilson, this will only get worse for you if you resist. You have agreed to accept whatever punishment I chose to deliver and there is no point in screaming as the office staff will not be in for a few hours yet. Now lie still." Evelyn was obviously trying to take in all that was happening to her and did as she was told but Matron's next words were about to have her struggling wilder than ever. "Nurse Thomson, you were obviously waiting to get into Nurse Wilson's knickers so you will decide if she should be spanked with them on or off." I was just as lost as Evelyn at this turn of events but Matron had guessed right -- I would love to see Evelyn's knickers; even more, I would love to see her sweet arse without them. "Off, please, Matron," I begged. Evelyn raised her head to glare at me but her attention was soon drawn back to her own predicament as Matron lifted her white nurse's uniform dress, pulled her knickers down and left them wrapped around her knees. I had often caught a glimpse of her panty line through her uniform when the light was in the right direction but now here they were and I no longer had to guess. "Nurse Thomson, come round here and remove Nurse Wilson's knickers." I didn't have to be told twice as I practically ran around the desk, knelt behind Evelyn and removed her cotton panties as she tried to kick back at me with all the strength she could gather. Kneeling there I was inches from her bald pussy and beautiful up-turned arse but I didn't have time to enjoy the experience as Matron was glowering at me. "Stand up," she commanded. "Do you like Nurse Wilson's knickers?" I looked down at the small bunched up bikini-type briefs and simply nodded. "Do they smell nice?" I raised the treasured panties to my nose and inhaled, deeply. Evelyn had been wearing these same knickers throughout our twelve hour shift and the smell was intoxicating; musky and strong. Again I simply nodded to Matron. "You may keep them as a souvenir of this night but also as a reminder of everything that's about to happen." And with that she started to spank Evelyn's neat arse. Blow after blow rained down on those perfect cheeks until they very quickly became pink then red. Evelyn struggled with all her might but to no avail; this was obviously not the first spanking Matron had administered. I, on the other hand, simply stood and watched -- and grew more aroused by the minute. My cock was straining against my trousers and I would have loved to have released it but I was too scared to move. As Matron started to tire the spanking slowed down until, eventually, she stopped and pushed Evelyn off her lap on to the floor. "Now, Nurse Thomson, I think it's time you became involved. Since Nurse Wilson obviously enjoys sucking your cock, I think it's time that she did just that. Take your cock out." Evelyn was by now trying to hide her battered arse by pulling her uniform down over her naked rump but I couldn't wait to release my cock and did as I was told immediately. "Now, Nurse Wilson, suck!" Evelyn was ready now to do exactly as she was told and crawled over to me on her hands and knees. Without looking up she took me in her hand and then, for the second time that night, wrapped her lips around me. She went slowly at first, too slowly for Matron who glared at me. "I don't think Nurse Wilson has any enthusiasm left. Fuck her face." I should have been thinking about the consequences of our actions in the ward; I should have been thinking about ways for us to get out of this situation; but all I could think about was the gorgeous Evelyn kneeling before me, with my cock in her mouth and permission to "fuck her face". Not wanting to anger Matron, I did just that. When my cock slid deep into her throat, I began to think that maybe Evelyn was enjoying this after all as she slid her tongue around my cock as it moved in and out. Just then I'm sure I heard a gasp from Matron as she watched me fucking Evelyn's now hungry mouth. Evelyn was able to take the entire length of my cock without a problem and she began to moan with desire and reached down between her legs and play with her dripping pussy. Very soon I knew that I was going to cum and felt my balls tighten just before I shot a huge load of cum deep into her throat. She gulped and gulped trying to swallow as much as possible but some still dripped out the side of her mouth and ran down her chin. As my cock slipped from her mouth, Evelyn leaned back on the floor, rubbing her pussy furiously. I stood watching in amazement, unable to tear my eyes from the sight of my beautiful colleague writhing on Matron's floor, one hand teasing her throbbing clit, the other plunging in and out of her dripping cunt. Faster and faster her hands seemed to go until they became almost a blur to my disbelieving eyes but, very soon, her whole body began to tremble as her orgasm hit her. "I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING!" Evelyn collapsed in an exhausted, but very satisfied, heap. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide open, her uniform around her waist and her fingers in her mouth as she sucked her own juices from them, one at a time. Her screams seemed to shake me out of the trance I seemed to be in and I suddenly remembered where we were. I looked round to see where Matron had got to and nearly collapsed in shock. Matron, our fifty year old, greying, stout Matron stood in the middle of her office dressed only in black, velvet corset, black satin knickers and black stockings attached by short straps to her corset. "Now it's my turn for some fun," she said with no little menace as she walked over to the supine Evelyn and straddled her face with her muscular legs. Before Evelyn could move Matron pulled her lacy knickers to the side and lowered her hairy pussy to her younger colleague's open mouth, kneeling over her shoulders and trapping her on the floor. "Now, lick my pussy and make me cum if you still want to keep your job." This night just seemed to become more and more bizarre as each turn just shocked me even more. Evelyn didn't seem to hesitate as the older woman presented her cunt to her younger colleague's mouth. "Yes!!" hissed Matron as she felt Evelyn's soft, wet tongue begin on her. She had only ever been eaten by men before but she had been waiting for a chance to ensnare young Nurse Wilson ever since she had started to work for her. Now she had her exactly where she wanted her -- between her thighs licking her soaking pussy. It was even better than she could have imagined. Evelyn's tongue was moving on Matron's swollen pussy lips like she was licking a lollipop. She licked up one fat outer lip and down the other. Then, as Matron pulled apart her own lips, Evelyn sucked the inner lips into her mouth, gently nibbling on the very sensitive and very tender body. Finally her tongue found Matron's hole and began to push into her body. Matron groaned loudly as she tried to force herself harder against Evelyn's mouth. She, in turn, sucked harder and then forced her tongue in and out. She pressed her tongue in as deeply as it could go, searching for more of Matron's sweet juices which were pouring into her mouth... "Yes, yes, yes," Matron gasped. Her legs locked around the young girl's neck, pulling her deeper between her thighs, forcing her mouth tighter to her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes, eat me, Nurse," she gasped. Her hips began to buck and she threw her head back, abandoning herself to Evelyn's greedy mouth. She started to cum, slowly, then it was as if it crept up on her and washed over her like a wave. She collapsed forward, her pussy leaking into Evelyn's mouth. She, in turn, was busy drinking down the older woman's juices like a thirsty man in a desert. After a few minutes Matron finally climbed off Evelyn's face and allowed her young colleague to breathe again. She sat next to Evelyn, her knickers back in place but with a huge wet spot at the crotch. Evelyn lay flat on her back, her uniform still around her waist and her pussy waiting to be fucked. "Nurse Thomson, put her out of her misery," commanded Matron and I didn't have to be told twice to climb on board and fuck this gorgeous woman. My cock soon found the entrance to her cunt and, trying to take my time, I slid into her dripping hole. She, however, was having none of it. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. "Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!" So I did. Faster and faster my prick pistoned in and out of our cunt; deeper and deeper she pulled me with her legs, her hips thrusting up to meet my downward surges. I thought it couldn't get any better until I suddenly felt Matron's hands on my arse. She pulled my cheeks apart and started to tickle my arsehole with her finger. "That's nice," I thought then almost instantly her finger was replaced by her wet tongue and I thought I would never come down from this high. Her playing with my dirty hole had slowed down my fucking of Evelyn who was now wriggling below me in impatience. "Fuck me! Fuck me! You owe me!" I suppose I did and it was no great hardship to be plunging my hard cock into my colleague's tight pussy so I resumed my thrusting only for something else to start probing at me rear. I looked round and saw the weirdest thing I had ever seen. Matron was kneeling behind me, her knickers gone and in their place was strapped on a huge dildo that I suddenly realised she was going to fuck me with. But I was trapped. With Evelyn's legs tight around me and Matron's heavy body now lying on top of me I wasn't going anywhere. Without any further hesitation Matron slid her huge cock into my virgin hole. I felt I was being ripped apart but once she was all the way in she stopped for a moment to let me get used to this strangest of feelings. This was when Evelyn took her revenge on me for her spanking earlier. "Do it, Matron. Fuck him up the arse. Push his cock into me." Matron was going to do just that as she started to move her plastic cock in and out of my arse and forced me in turn deeper into Evelyn. As my poor arsehole got used to the feeling the pain started to lessen and I began to feel that this wasn't so bad after all. I resumed my fucking of Evelyn below me and Matron and I soon got into a rhythm of moving together. Evelyn just lay there being fucked, the weight of our two bodies pinning her to the floor. But her pussy had waited too long and in no time at all I could feel the first tremors of her cumming start in her pussy. "Yes, yes, YES! I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING!" That was all it took for me to cum too, as her cunt tightened around my prick, I flooded her with my spunk. Matron just kept on hammering into my poor arse but I was beyond worrying about that now as my spunk started to leak out of Evelyn's cunt and drip on to the carpet. As Evelyn and I finished and I collapsed on top of her, Matron finally pulled out of my hole and stood up, towering above us. "You both did well -- for a first time. I will see you both here tomorrow morning at the same time."