3 comments/ 34346 views/ 4 favorites Yes, Sergeant Major By: WilleZurMacht "Fall in!" A flurry of loud thumps answered as our heels snapped together to attention. A corps of one thousand can make quite a sound coming to attention at once. "Parade Rest!" A softer noise echoed off the surrounding barracks as the regiment eased themselves back to a resting position. With palms joined at the small of our backs, we took on a larger, more official presence. "Battalion, Attention!" Our battalion came to attention first in order as the regimental staff marched on. But my attention was not on them; I couldn't take my eyes off our battalion staff. Standing at the rear of the battalion staff was the most provocative cadet I'd ever seen in my time. Command Sergeant Major (CSM) Carol was a female cadet, and a lascivious one. Every one of us in the platoon fantasized about her, and discussed it when we were sure of our privacy. Her figure could only be described as voluptuous. I know the term is sometimes overused, but she embodied it. Very few female cadets can boast a slim figure, so those that remain seek to carry their weight well. CSM Carol had put her weight in all the right places, making a dynamic figure any of us could lust after. Now this may be because of our general lack of contact with the outside world, but it made no difference to us. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, (a look no other female dared attempt on a daily basis,) topping an intense face. She had these crystal blue eyes that you couldn't help but stare into while being chewed out, and a gorgeous mouth. Some women have beautiful teeth, others nice lips; everything about CSM Carol's mouth was sexually charged. Being yelled at, you tended to look directly into her mouth, watching the interplay of her tongue and lips, imagining what it would feel like simply to have a finger in there, let alone something more...personal. The corps had recently switched over to the ACU camouflage uniform, which is (in case you are unaware,) even less flattering for females than BDU fatigues. In spite of that, CSM Carol showed off her figure from underneath. A high, tight butt was easy to see under tight pants like hers, but even her full bust (we guessed C cup,) was visible from beneath the loose blouse. To see her in half-unit (de-bloused, leaving boots, pants, belt and undershirt,) was a rare treat for us; the tight synthetic shirt allowed one to see the whole curve of each breast, and her nipples frequently showed themselves. She was a great leader, and flawlessly fulfilled her duties as Sergeant Major of 1st Battalion, with one exception: she had a reputation for being relentlessly sexual with her subordinates. Even my usually professional squad leader told us that "God...if she wanted something from you, she'd suck the fucking skin off your dick. No joke." We all melted at those words; none of the recruits had been home to see a girlfriend in over six months, and were starved for any female attention. It was not long after that night that I realized just how true the rumors were about CSM Carol were. I was performing my only duty as a recruit: morning calls. Upperclassmen tend to be rather lazy, but need to be at Reveille formation on time. Accordingly, we report to their barracks twenty-five minutes early and sound off with the date, time, uniform of the day, days remaining until the end of the year, temperature and weather. It was usually a boring duty, until I was called upon to make calls on the battalion staff's deck. "Sirs, Good morning Sirs! This is the outstanding, motivated Lima Company, Sirs! Today is the twenty-first day of the second month of the Year of our Lord two thousand and nine! This is the first call for Reveille formation! The uniform of the day is ACU with black knit cap and black leather--towel." I mumbled the last word under my breath as CSM Carol stepped out of the latrine, fresh from her shower, wearing only a long towel. She turned to look at me, and I quickly resumed my calls. "Black leather gloves! Upperclassmen, you have twenty minutes to fall out; freshmen, you have fifteen minutes to fall in! S--" I was interrupted by her as she put a hand up to silence me. I simply remained at attention, preparing for the worst. "Recruit...?" "Stiegel, Sergeant Major?" She was to my right, barely above a whisper, almost close enough to brush against with my nervous hand. I could smell traces of soap mixing with her own scent, and began to feel light headed. And aside about CSM Carol's scent: I have become absolutely enamored with her natural scent. Whenever we cross paths on the Parade Ground, or whenever I walk by her door in barracks, my head fills with this heady scent, an almost powdery smell of pure cleanliness only slightly graced with a sweet oil's aroma. Inexplicable, but I can't resist being turned on by it these days. Lucky we never do calls on battalion staff decks anymore, or I would worry about an obvious erection for all to see, and just from the smell! I felt myself swaying slightly as the scent took effect, and she continued to speak softly to me. "Is there something wrong? You seemed...distracted for a second there." "L-lost my place in the call, Sergeant Major." "I'm pretty sure there's no uniform code flag for black leather...towel? That is what you said, isn't it?" "It...it is, Sergeant Major?" "Surprised? Am I not allowed to shower like everyone else in the regiment? Why, I'd get my smell all over campus if that were the case." My face must have gone red; Sergeant Major even exuded that pleasant smell after an hour of PT. "It's nothing like that, Sergeant Major. I was just surprised to see you like that; I didn't process it straight away, and lost my bearing, Sergeant Major." I must have gulped audibly as she moved around to my front to confront me directly. I couldn't help but to eye her up and down quickly as she stepped around. I snapped unwittingly onto her eyes, which had taken an unnerving ferocity. "You eyeballing me, Stiegel?" "Never, Sergeant Major." It was a lie. The only truthful answer at that point would have been, 'Always, Sergeant Major; every day, as much as possible.' "And what's that supposed to mean? What kind of opinion does that suggest?" "It just wouldn't be professional, Sergeant Major." "...very well. And what about unprofessionally?" She cocked her head slightly, a sly smile on her lips. "I believe...I believe that..." I couldn't think of anything moderate or evasive to say. I took the old fall-back plan we had organized. "Well Stiegel?" "Sergeant Major, I believe...that the cardinal virtues of the individual are courage, honesty, temperance, and wisdom, and that the true measure of success is service rendered, to God, to country, and to mankind." She smiled fully, and turned away. "Just keep going, Stiegel. I get it now." "...of society is to create a free government, wherein liberty may be secured through obedience to law, and that..." She reached her door down the hall, and entered, looking back one more time. "I'll hear you finish it, Stiegel." "...my alma mater, because within her halls throughout the years these tenets have found expression..." Her head disappeared back into her room, but the door remained open. "...loyal to duly constituted authority, in thought, and word, and deed; to view suffrage as a sacred privilege, to be exercised only..." Her hand reached out from alongside the doorway, dangling her standard issue towel suggestively. "...of the cherished institutions of...towel." Her door slammed shut, and I heard laughter from within. CSM Carol was not one to let others see her other side, or so I thought. It was not long after that my relationship with CSM Carol became...improper. There's a policy in place called the Fraternization Policy, which prohibits any amorous contact between a freshman and upperclassman. In hindsight, it was this prohibition which made it all the more exciting. Coming back from winter break, some of our doors had notes from our chain of command attached. Mine bore one from CSM Carol, stating that: "Stiegel: Room smells as though something's died inside. Fix immediately, and post by my door tonight." Of course everyone in the platoon made their comments; my room did smell, but that was hard to avoid with a roommate that was never seen showering. I found his stash of dirty laundry, had him clean it up, and made ready to post that night. The uniform was ACU, and I had the rest of the squad look me over for problems before leaving. "Ready for your little date, eh Stiegel?" "It's not a date, Flint." "Yeah, they'll skip that and get straight to business!" "Ha ha. You guys don't understand how tough a one-on-one with her can be." "You mean how hard to stop eye-humping her? Shit..." I walked nervously onto her deck, and marched around the edge of the hall as required. I stopped at her door, knocked twice loudly, faced about, and sounded off: "Recruit Stiegel reporting as ordered, Sergeant Major!" A moment later a faint reply came from within. "It's open." This was unexpected. Freshmen aren't technically allowed into upperclassmen's rooms, but perhaps this was an exception. Another call from within came, louder. "Come in already!" I faced about, and slowly opened the door. I stepped inside, closed the door, and stood at attention. From what I could gather, her room was well furnished, a far cry from our stark, sterile rooms. Thick, silken sheets covered her bed, made per regulation with issue sheets and blankets underneath. A thick, soft rug covered most of the open floor, but I had avoided stepping on it. "Stand at ease, Stiegel." I went to a relaxed parade rest, and looked over to her. CSM Carol sat at her desk, strewn about loosely with a mix of battalion paperwork and schoolwork. As I'd expected (and greatly hoped for,) she was in half-unit ACU. She sat at her desk, turned around in a swiveling chair to face me. Her tight shirt was pulled across her chest amazingly tight, but I saw not lines from a bra of any kind. She looked up at me with a dirty smirk, exacerbated by her obvious stiff nipples. She began to lecture me about the importance of room cleanliness, and how it leads to all other aspects of cadet life improving. I began to lose focus; my eyes drifted down over her eyes, past her mouth, and came to rest on her heaving chest, which rose and fell with every breath. To make matters worse, her smell was everywhere. I felt my head spinning, and began to fear passing out. After a few minutes, my vision spotted over, and my vision and hearing receded behind a lead veil. I felt withdrawn from the room proper, just as I had the week before, when I had passed out, falling out during the year's longest parade formation. I knew that I was (as we in the ROTC community put it,) shit out of luck. I felt myself sway one final time, but was out before I hit the floor. After what seemed only a few seconds, I began to recover. I remembered what had happened, but was still having trouble with vision and hearing. While trying to open my eyes, I felt a slight pain in my groin. As I finally recovered further, I could feel something definitely grinding against me there; I opened my eyes, and saw CSM Carol standing over me, with her right boot planted firmly over my crotch. Now I was never a masochist, but I couldn't help but be turned on by the repeated motion over my cock. She must've felt me hardening, because she leaned down, and gave me a dirty smile. "Enjoying yourself, Stiegel?" "I fell out, Sergeant Major." "Yeah, out of life for a second there; you seem alright now. In fact, you seem to be doing great!" I winced in pain as she dug her toe in briefly. "Hngh...it's not like that, Sergeant Major..." "I know exactly how it is, Stiegel. You're a pervert who enjoys this sort of thing, aren't you!?" "No, Sergeant Major!" "Then why are you only getting harder as I do this with my boot?" I couldn't think of an excuse. I just remained silent. "Or, does it feel so good that you can't even speak anymore? Hm?" Truly it did feel good, but in an odd way. Her boot was causing quite a bit of pain, but she was still rubbing my length excellently. She had finagled my cock to point up, and rubbed the underside from base to tip again and again with the rough tread of her boot. "That's right, Stiegel. Just take it. This is what you get for locking your knees out like a total idiot!" "Ugh...It wasn't that, Sergeant Major..." "Oh? Well then what was it? Nothing inappropriate, I hope?" "It was...your scent, Sergeant Major." "My what?" Her foot stopped; I can't say my hips didn't shift to keep the motion going for a moment longer, but I was stopped by her glare. "You really are a nasty, pathetic, perverted little recruit, aren't you?" "I...am, Sergeant Major." "Well, I appreciate honesty. But a smell?" I had no choice. I explained to CSM Carol everything about her scent and the excitement it brought me, (as detailed as you heard it,) while she listened intently. As I finished, another grin crossed her face. She hoisted me up by the underarms, and dragged me over to her desk chair. She let me down, and my face fell into the seat of the chair. I was once again overwhelmed by her scent, and my head spun. She grabbed my head, and ground my face in it. "Is this what you wanted? Is my scent there?" "Sergeant Major's scent is here... She sat here... Her thighs, her butt, her...pussy was right here," I mumbled to myself, muffled by the mouthful of chair. But as I reveled in the scent, I was again picked up. This time, she dropped me so that I sat in her chair, facing her. She got down on her knees, and reached for my pants' fly. She undid it, gently. "Let's see now... I hope I didn't tear you up too bad down here, Stiegel; I was rubbing pretty hard... Aw, how cute! Your cock's starting to bruise!" I did feel sore from all the grinding, but I was still throbbing from the stimulation. She took it in one hand, and began to stroke it gently. "...Sergeant Major...this is..." She put a hand up to silence me. "After taking all that from my boots, you're probably looking for something soft, huh?" "Ohh..." I lost my bearing again; I could only moan in agreement. She was being so gentle that I nearly forgot my soreness (or blunt force trauma). "So tell me Stiegel, why me? What's so great about me? What's your...fantasy about me?" "...I always had fun looking at you, Sergeant Major. You're so curvy, but you've still got this command presence; it's like you're the perfect female cadet leader, Sergeant Major. We...I...especially like seeing you in half-unit ACU, because of your..." "You can say it, Stiegel. And stop saying 'Sergeant Major' after every goddamned sentence. It's getting on my nerves..." "...because of your chest. It's so nice, compared to the other female cadets. And the undershirt always looks so smooth and tight. It's...exciting." "Hm, so...how would you like it if I did...this?" She leaned in, grabbed around the base of one breast, and pushed the head of my hard cock well into its softness. I moaned aloud, but stifled myself quickly at her command. It was as I'd imagined it, soft flesh covered by am almost silky membrane. She continued, moving my cock between her breasts and pushing them together gently. Pleasure overrode the lingering pain, and I asked if she could move them faster for me. "Hell no, Stiegel; we move at my pace. I'm gonna take my time, make sure I milk out all the cum I can. It'll feel amazing, I promise. Look, you're starting to pre-cum! Are you thinking about how nice it'll feel later on? You little pervert!" She squeezed tighter as she said that last word, without the disgust of the last time she'd said it. Over the course of about five minutes, she squeezed down tighter and moved her breasts faster, until she had reached a feverish pace, pumping her whole torso up and down. The fabric of her shirt rubbed my head so well, making a warm, almost hot feeling on all sides. It was such a feeling that I couldn't resist at all. I gave her a warning. "Sergeant Major, I'm gonna cum!" "Yeah? Are you gonna shoot that sperm all over your Sergeant Major's face? You dirty, nasty recruit! You think I'd let you do that?" "Y-yes?" "Hah, wrong!" Just as she felt my head start to spasm, she grabbed onto my length again, and shoved the head up into one warm, soft breast, jerking out my hot load onto her undershirt, which couldn't absorb the thick white globs. She then took the base of my cock, and began slapping at the tops of her breasts with the head. I felt myself continue the same orgasm, spewing even more thick cum onto her bouncing chest. While I was still recovering in her chair, CSM Carol walked over to the other side of the room, pulled off her shirt, and quickly replaced it with a fresh one, giving me only a brief view of her bare back. I stood up, and closed my fly. I felt drained, but remarkably content. I took a step forward and reached out in an inquiring gesture. "Sergeant major, what w--" "Detail, Attention!" I (the detail in question,) came quickly to attention, back in my complete uniform. She paced back and forth in front of me, giving one final lecture. "That was an example of what can happen if you consistently and repeatedly perform your Corps duties to the best of your abilities. You do of course realize that this must be kept in strictest confidence. Any discussion of this matter can be punished by up to thirty days of Closed Military Confinement, up to forty Marching Tours, and a Class One Honor Violation, all in accordance with the Corps SOP and SRR." "Understood, Sergeant Major." "Keep up the good work," she said, giving me a light backhanded smack on my left cheek. She came to strict attention, and sounded off, "Detail, Dismissed!" I walked back to barracks that night confused, but utterly content. I cradled my left cheek in my hand, scuffed by her class ring as a reminder of our encounter. I kept the incident in total secrecy, though it was not our last clandestine operation... ******************* Author's Note: Thanks for reading; I hope you've enjoyed it. It brings me great pride to know I've created a satisfactory story, so if you think I have done so, please leave me a review saying so. If you think this is utter horse shit, please say so also, but please leave some justification; I want to make the best of this story, and I need your help to do so. I'll be posting another chapter soon, so if you've enjoyed it so far, stay on the lookout. Take charge of your units, and carry out the plan of the day! ******************* Yes, Sergeant Major "Fall in!" A flurry of loud thumps answered as our heels snapped together to attention. A regiment of over one thousand can make quite a sound coming to attention at once. "Parade Rest!" A softer noise echoed off the surrounding barracks as the regiment eased themselves back to a resting position. With palms joined at the small of our backs, we took on a larger, more official presence. "Battalion, Attention!" Our battalion came to attention first in order as the regimental staff marched on. But my attention was not on them; I couldn't take my eyes off our battalion staff. Standing at the rear of the battalion staff was the most provocative cadet I'd ever seen in my time. Command Sergeant Major (CSM) Carol was a female cadet, and a lascivious one. Every one of us in the platoon fantasized about her, and discussed it when we were sure of our privacy. Her figure could only be described as voluptuous. I know the term is sometimes overused, but she embodied it. CSM Carol had put her weight in all the right places, making a dynamic figure any of us could lust after. Now this may be because of our general lack of contact with the outside world, but it made no difference to us. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, topping an intense face. She had these crystal blue eyes that one couldn't help but stare into while being chewed out, and a gorgeous mouth. Some women have beautiful teeth, others nice lips; everything about CSM Carol's mouth was sexually charged. Being yelled at, one tended to look directly into her mouth, watching the interplay of her tongue and lips, imagining what it would feel like simply to have a finger in there, let alone something more...personal. The corps had recently switched over to the ACU camouflage uniform, which is (in case you are unaware,) even less flattering for females than BDU fatigues. In spite of that, CSM Carol showed off her figure from underneath. A high, tight butt was easy to see under tight pants like hers, but even her full bust was visible from beneath the loose blouse. To see her in half-unit (de-bloused, leaving boots, pants, belt and undershirt,) was a rare treat for us; the tight nylon shirt allowed one to see the whole curve of each breast, and her nipples frequently showed themselves. She was a great leader, and flawlessly fulfilled her duties as Sergeant Major of 1st Battalion, with one exception: she had a reputation for being relentlessly sexual with her subordinates. Even my usually professional squad leader told us that "God...if she wanted something from you, she could suck the fucking skin off your dick. No joke." We all melted at those words; none of the recruits had been home to see a girlfriend in over six months, and were starved for any female attention. It was not long after that night that I realized just how true the rumors were about CSM Carol were. I was performing my duty as a recruit: morning calls. Upperclassmen tend to be rather lazy, but need to be at Reveille formation on time. Accordingly, we report to their barracks twenty-five minutes early and sound off with the date, time, uniform of the day, days remaining until the end of the year, temperature and weather. It was usually a boring duty, until I was called upon to make calls on the battalion staff's deck. "Sirs, Good morning Sirs! This is the outstanding, motivated Lima Company, Sirs! Today is the twenty-first day of the second month of the Year of our Lord two thousand and nine! This is the first call for Reveille formation! The uniform of the day is ACU with black knit cap and black leather--towel." I mumbled the last word under my breath as CSM Carol stepped out of the latrine, fresh from her shower, wearing only a long towel. She turned to look at me, and I quickly resumed my calls. "Black leather gloves! Upperclassmen, you have twenty minutes to fall out; freshmen, you have fifteen minutes to fall in! S--" I was interrupted by her as she put a hand up to silence me. I simply remained at attention, preparing for the worst. "Recruit...?" "Stiegel, Sergeant Major?" She was to my right, barely above a whisper, almost close enough to brush against with my nervous hand. I could smell traces of soap mixing with her own scent, and began to feel light headed. An aside about CSM Carol's scent: I have become absolutely enamored with her natural aroma. Whenever we cross paths on the Parade Ground, or whenever I walk by her door in barracks, my head fills with this heady scent, an almost powdery smell of pure cleanliness only slightly graced with a sweet oil's aroma. Inexplicable, but I can't resist being turned on by it these days. Lucky we never do calls on battalion staff decks anymore, or I would worry about an obvious erection for all to see, and just from the smell! I felt myself swaying slightly as the scent took effect, and she continued to speak softly to me. "Is there something wrong? You seemed...distracted for a second there." "L-lost my place in the call, Sergeant Major." "I'm pretty sure there's no uniform code flag for black leather...towel? That is what you said, isn't it?" "It...it is, Sergeant Major?" "Surprised? Am I not allowed to shower like everyone else in the regiment? Why, I'd get my smell all over campus if that were the case." My face must have gone red; Sergeant Major even exuded that pleasant smell after an hour of PT. "It's nothing like that, Sergeant Major. I was just surprised to see you like that; I didn't process it straight away, and lost my bearing, Sergeant Major." I must have gulped audibly as she moved around to my front to confront me directly. I couldn't help but to eye her up and down quickly as she stepped around. I snapped unwittingly onto her eyes, which had taken an unnerving ferocity. "You eyeballing me, Stiegel?" "Never, Sergeant Major." It was a lie. The only truthful answer at that point would have been, 'Always, Sergeant Major; every day, as much as possible.' "And what's that supposed to mean? What kind of opinion does that suggest?" "It just wouldn't be professional, Sergeant Major." "...very well. And what about unprofessionally?" She cocked her head slightly, a sly smile on her lips. "I believe...I believe that..." I couldn't think of anything moderate or evasive to say. I took the old fall-back plan we had organized. "Well Stiegel?" "Sergeant Major, I believe...that the cardinal virtues of the individual are courage, honesty, temperance, and wisdom, and that the true measure of success is service rendered, to God, to country, and to mankind." She smiled fully, and turned away. "Just keep going, Stiegel. I get it now." "...of society is to create a free government, wherein liberty may be secured through obedience to law, and that..." She reached her door down the hall, and entered, looking back one more time. "I'll hear you finish it, Stiegel." "...my alma mater, because within her halls throughout the years these tenets have found expression..." Her head disappeared back into her room, but the door remained open. "...loyal to duly constituted authority, in thought, and word, and deed; to view suffrage as a sacred privilege, to be exercised only..." Her hand reached out from alongside the doorway, dangling her standard issue towel suggestively. "...of the cherished institutions of...towel." Her door slammed shut, and I heard laughter from within. CSM Carol was not one to let others see her other side, or so I thought. It was not long after that my relationship with CSM Carol became...improper. There's a policy in place called the Fraternization Policy, which prohibits any amorous contact between a freshman and upperclassman. In hindsight, it was this prohibition which made it all the more exciting. Coming back from winter break, some of our doors had notes from our chain of command attached. Mine bore one from CSM Carol, stating that: "Stiegel: Room smells as though something's died inside. Fix immediately, and post by my door tonight." Of course everyone in the platoon made their comments; my room did smell, but that was hard to avoid with a roommate that was never seen showering. I found his stash of dirty laundry, had him clean it up, and made ready to post that night. The uniform was ACU, and I had the rest of the squad look me over for problems before leaving. "Ready for your little date, eh Stiegel?" "It's not a date, Flint." "Yeah, they'll skip that and get straight to business!" "Ha ha. You guys don't understand how tough a one-on-one with her can be." "You mean how hard it is to stop eye-humping her? Shit..." I walked nervously onto her deck, and marched around the edge of the hall as required. I stopped at her door, knocked twice loudly, faced about, and sounded off: "Recruit Stiegel reporting as ordered, Sergeant Major!" A moment later a faint reply came from within. "It's open." This was unexpected. Freshmen aren't technically allowed into upperclassmen's rooms, but perhaps this was an exception. Another call from within came, louder. "Come in already!" I faced about, and slowly opened the door. I stepped inside, closed the door, and stood at attention. From what I could gather, her room was well furnished, a far cry from our stark, sterile rooms. Thick, silken sheets covered her bed, made per regulation with issue sheets and blankets underneath. A thick, soft rug covered most of the open floor, but I had avoided stepping on it. "Stand at ease, Stiegel." I went to a relaxed parade rest, and looked over to her. CSM Carol sat at her desk, strewn about loosely with a mix of battalion paperwork and schoolwork. As I'd expected (and greatly hoped for,) she was in half-unit ACU. She sat at her desk, turned around in a swiveling chair to face me. Her tight shirt was pulled across her chest amazingly tight, but I saw not lines from a bra of any kind. She looked up at me with a dirty smirk, exacerbated by her obvious stiff nipples. She began to lecture me about the importance of room cleanliness, and how it leads to all other aspects of cadet life improving. I began to lose focus; my eyes drifted down over her eyes, past her mouth, and came to rest on her heaving chest, which rose and fell with every breath. To make matters worse, her smell was everywhere. I felt my head spinning, and began to fear passing out. After a few minutes, my vision spotted over, and my senses receded behind a lead veil. I felt withdrawn from the room proper, just as I had the week before, when I had passed out, falling out during the year's longest parade formation. I knew that I was (as we in the ROTC community put it,) shit out of luck. I felt myself sway one final time, but was out before I hit the floor. After what seemed only a few seconds, I began to recover. I remembered what had happened, but was still having trouble with vision and hearing. While trying to open my eyes, I felt a slight pain in my groin. As I finally recovered further, I could feel something definitely grinding against me there; I opened my eyes, and saw CSM Carol standing over me, with her right boot planted firmly over my crotch. Now I was never a masochist, but I couldn't help but be turned on by the repeated motion over my cock. She must've felt me hardening, because she leaned down, and gave me a dirty smile. "Enjoying yourself, Stiegel?" "I fell out, Sergeant Major." "Yeah, for a second there; you seem alright now. In fact, you seem to be doing great!" I winced in pain as she dug her toe in briefly. "Hngh...it's not like that, Sergeant Major..." "I know exactly how it is, Stiegel. You're a pervert who enjoys this sort of thing, aren't you!?" "No, Sergeant Major!" "Then why are you only getting harder as I do this with my boot?" I couldn't think of an excuse. I just remained silent. "Or, does it feel so good that you can't even speak anymore? Hm?" Truly it did feel good, but in an odd way. Her boot was causing quite a bit of pain, but she was still rubbing my length excellently. She had finagled my cock to point up, and rubbed the underside from base to tip again and again with the rough tread of her boot. "That's right, Stiegel. Just take it. This is what you get for locking your knees out and fainting like a total idiot!" "...It wasn't that, Sergeant Major..." "Oh? Well then what was it? Nothing inappropriate, I hope?" "It was...your scent, Sergeant Major." "My what?" Her foot stopped; I can't say my hips didn't shift to keep the motion going for a moment longer, but I was stopped by her glare. "You really are a nasty, pathetic, perverted little recruit, aren't you?" "I...am, Sergeant Major." "Well, I appreciate honesty. But a smell?" I had no choice. I explained to CSM Carol everything about her scent and the excitement it brought me, (as detailed as you heard it,) while she listened intently. As I finished, another grin crossed her face. She hoisted me up by the underarms, and dragged me over to her desk chair. She let me down, and my face fell into the seat of the chair. I was once again overwhelmed by her scent, and my head spun. She grabbed my head, and pushed my face into the soft cushion. "Is this what you wanted? Is my scent there?" "Sergeant Major's scent is here... She sat here... Her thighs, her butt, her...pussy was right here," I mumbled to myself, muffled by the mouthful of chair. But as I reveled in the scent, I was picked up again. This time, she dropped me so that I sat in her chair, facing her. She got down on her knees, and reached for my fly. She undid it, gently. "Let's see now... I hope I didn't tear you up too bad down here, Stiegel; I was rubbing pretty hard... Aw, your cock's starting to bruise!" I did feel sore from all the grinding, but I was still throbbing from the stimulation. She took it in one hand, and began to stroke it gently. "...Sergeant Major...this is..." She put a hand up to silence me. "After taking all that from my boots, you're probably looking for something soft, huh?" "Ohh..." I lost my bearing again; I could only moan in agreement. She was being so gentle that I nearly forgot my soreness (or blunt force trauma). "So tell me Stiegel, why me? What's so great about me? What's your...fantasy about me?" "...I always had fun looking at you, Sergeant Major. You're so sexy, but you've still got this command presence; it's like you're the perfect female cadet leader, Sergeant Major. We...I...especially like seeing you in half-unit ACU, because of your..." "You can say it, Stiegel. And stop saying 'Sergeant Major' after every goddamned sentence. It's getting on my nerves..." "...because of your chest. It's so nice, compared to the other female cadets. And the undershirt always looks so smooth and tight. It's...exciting." "Hm, so...how would you like it if I did...this?" She leaned in, grabbed around the base of one breast, and pushed the head of my hard cock deep into its softness. I moaned aloud, but stifled myself quickly at her command. It was as I'd imagined it, soft flesh covered by am almost silky membrane. She continued, moving my cock between her breasts and pushing them together gently. Pleasure overrode the lingering pain, and I asked if she could move them faster for me. "Hell no, Stiegel; we move at my pace. I'm gonna take my time, make sure I milk out all the cum I can. It'll feel amazing, I promise. Look, you're starting to pre-cum! Are you thinking about how nice it'll feel later on? You little pervert!" She squeezed tighter as she said that last word, without the disgust of the last time she'd said it. Over the course of about five minutes, she squeezed down tighter and moved her breasts faster, until she had reached a feverish pace, pumping her whole torso up and down. The fabric of her shirt rubbed my head so well, making a warm, almost hot feeling on all sides. It was such a feeling that I couldn't resist at all. I gave her a warning. "Sergeant Major, I'm gonna cum!" "Yeah? Are you gonna shoot that sperm all over your Sergeant Major's face? You dirty, nasty recruit! You think I'd let you do that?" "Y-yes?" "Hah, wrong!" Just as she felt my head start to spasm, she grabbed onto my length again, and shoved the head up into one warm, soft breast, jerking out my hot load onto her undershirt, which couldn't absorb the thick white globs. She then took the base of my cock, and began slapping at the tops of her breasts with the head. I felt myself continue the same orgasm, spewing even more thick cum onto her bouncing chest. While I was still recovering in her chair, CSM Carol walked over to the other side of the room, pulled off her shirt, and quickly replaced it with a fresh one, giving me only a brief view of her bare back. I stood up, and closed my fly. I felt drained, but remarkably content. I took a step forward and reached out in an inquiring gesture. "Sergeant major, what w--" "Detail, Attention!" I (the detail in question,) came quickly to attention, back in my complete uniform. She paced back and forth in front of me, giving one final lecture. "That was an example of what can happen if you consistently and repeatedly perform your Corps duties to the best of your abilities. You do of course realize that this must be kept in strictest confidence. Any discussion of this matter can be punished by up to thirty days of Closed Military Confinement, up to forty Marching Tours, and a Class One Honor Violation, all in accordance with the Corps SOP and SRR." "Understood, Sergeant Major." "Keep up the good work," she said, giving me a light smack on my left cheek. She came to strict attention, and sounded off, "Detail, Dismissed!" I walked back to barracks that night confused, but utterly content. I cradled my left cheek in my hand, scuffed by her class ring as a reminder of our encounter. I kept the incident in total secrecy, though it was not our last clandestine operation... ******************** Author's Note: Thanks for reading; I hope you've enjoyed it. It brings me great pride to hear that I've created a satisfactory story, so if you think I have done so, please leave me a review saying so. If you think this is utter horse shit, please say so also, but please leave some justification; I want to make the best of this story, and I need your help to do so. I'll be posting another chapter soon, so if you've enjoyed it so far, stay on the lookout. ******************** Yes, Sergeant Major Ch. 02 Commander's Orderly (C.O.) is a constant headache for freshman cadets; other than morning calls, it is our only duty. The day after one has duty as a morning caller, one must attend C.O. and represent their company. C.O. is a competition between every company's second platoon, from which points towards platoon of the semester/year can be gained. C.O. begins with a uniform inspection, which knocks out all but three contestants. The remaining three are then subjected to a test of general knowledge; this contains a mix of rookie knowledge (names, dates, leadership principles,) and current event knowledge. One last facet of C.O. (and that which brings us the most angst,) is that it is always administered by a battalion Command Sergeant Major (CSM). I had gained quite a reputation among my peers as Lima Company's "C.O. secret weapon," and was always called on to stand in for a busy friend within the rookie platoon. It had been several weeks since my evening encounter with CSM Carol, but I had been constantly reminded of our 'special status.' Every time we passed ways, I would get this dreamy look on my face; she would recognize this, and flash a suggestive smile. So it happened that one day, (about one month since our secret rendezvous,) I came to compete at C.O. on a beautiful cloudless Monday. Spring was well on its way, so much so that C.O. was to be held outside for the first time in months. As myself and about fifteen other freshmen formed up outside the main administration building, CSM Carol emerged, descending the steps with her usual command presence, dressed in her Class B uniform, a white blouse with epaulettes and a blue-grey skirt. The uniform inspection began, and I stood by as she worked her way through the ranks. (Being Lima Company, I had to wait quite a while.) As I was not allowed to look to either side, I smelled CSM Carol coming before I saw her approach. She marched in front of me, and faced towards me. "Good afternoon, Sergeant Major," I said, levelly but forcefully; it was proper to deliver the greeting of the day to the inspecting authority. She began the inspection, mumbling to the corporal behind her as she noticed discrepancies. "...Loose thread on the collar...Belt could be shinier...Good shave though...Are those leathers, or patent-leather?" "...just leathers, Sergeant Major.' "Ok, stop swaying..." I was swaying slightly, feeling light headed from her scent. "I apologize, Sergeant Major." "Well, don't. Anyway, those leathers look shit hot. You're gonna check out Stiegel's shoes next time you see him, roger?" "Yes, Sergeant Major," came the reply from the entire formation. She moved on, and finished her uniform inspections. Walking halfway back up the steps, she consulted with her corporal, who pointed conspicuously to three spots on the clipboard. She came to attention, and sounded off. "Charlie, Lima, and Cavalry, stand by! The rest of you, fall out!" All but myself and the two others fell out of formation, and we made a one-row formation at the base of the steps. Standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder with the other superior recruits of the day gave me a rush, but it was unsolicited; I had begun to think I was the only recruit who still cared about winning C.O. CSM Carol resumed her pacing, and began to ask questions; things that a good recruit should know. "When was our class ring tradition started," she asked as she twisted the ring on her own hand. I replied almost instantly: "1923, Sergeant Major." "Correct. Flag precedence, from National down." Charlie's recruit answered, but was wrong; he had forgotten the Coast Guard flag. He would be in trouble tonight, living under the watch of a Coast Guard ROTC squad leader. I answered, including the one he had missed. "Good, Stiegel," she said. "One more, and I'll give you the competition. Who was our second president, and, which battle is he famous for his essential role in?" No one was willing to step up to the question, so I took it upon myself. "President Truman Bishop Ransom, instrumental in the victory at Chapultepec." "Again, correct. Well, seeing as how you completely dominated the knowledge portion..." She said this, stepped back, and came to attention. "Charlie, Cavalry: Fall out. Lima, you're the winner for today's C.O. competition. Let this be a lesson to the rest of you; rookie knowledge can earn your company some serious rewards. Lima, this has put you into the lead for Platoon of the Semester, now passing Delta and Charlie. Stiegel, stand by afterwards for a quick debrief." I stood by as ordered, and CSM Carol led me into the admin building. I couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips as she walked, as if she was doing it on purpose. It was an attractive proposition, though: a superior NCO that went from professional to obscene in a matter of minutes. She led me into the Guard Shack, a small room where cadets on guard duty would pick up orders and sortie at 1630 every day. It was only 1220, so the room was dark and empty. She took me inside, shut and locked the door, and flipped on the single bare light bulb in the small, stark room. We stood there for a moment, until she broke the silence. "Kneel down, Stiegel." I dropped quickly, and looked up at her. She flashed a sly smirk, and said, "Stiegel, you look so cute down there, looking up imploringly at your Sergeant Major. Now get in here and give your superior some service." She lifted up her Class B uniform skirt, revealing a white pair of panties. I moved in slowly, and she grabbed the back of my head, drawing me completely into her crotch. She put her skirt back down, and kept forcing my head into her. My face pushed into her panties, and I felt their softness, their silkiness, on my cheek. I licked at her with a flat tongue, going up the entirety of her engorged outer lips. I heard her moan, and push me in tighter. I reached up and pulled the panties to the side, and was greeted by her distinctive scent. I now knew for sure what I had suspected all along: CSM Carol's smell came from her wet pussy. "That means, every time I passed you, you were wet," I said to myself, and was rewarded by a smack to the back of the head. "Don't talk while you're down there," she said. "It feels...weird..." I ignored her, and hummed loudly as I put my lips over her clit. She moaned rather loud, and held my head tight. I started to stick my tongue into her pussy, and began thrusting my tongue in and out quickly. She leaked her juices even more, and moaned louder. After a few minutes, I felt her start to spasm, and clamped my open mouth over her pussy for her orgasm. I drank in her juice as it flooded out, as she talked me through it. "There you go, Stiegel... Drink your Sergeant Major's juice... You're such a good little recruit... Don't let go of my pussy..." Her orgasm ended, and she pulled my head out from her skirt; she pulled me up to my feet, and laughed. "Stiegel," she said, "you look so cute with it all over your face, but you look confused. I'll get it for you..." As I'd hoped, she leaned in, and started licking her juices off of my face, peppered with little kisses. I waited, and kissed her back, giving her what remained of the juices in my mouth. We broke the kiss, and I asked her how she liked the taste of her own pussy. "It's nice, Stiegel. But now, I want to taste you as well..." She laid me down and straddled my legs, leaning down to almost touch my aching dick. I felt her hot breath tickle the head, and it began jumping at the feeling. She grabbed it around the base, and held it steady as she licked the head lightly. Her tongue flicked back and forth, and I felt like I could've come just then, but she stopped just in time to cut me off. She cut me off completely, grasping around the base so tightly that nothing could pass. I was still cumming, but it couldn't escape, no matter how many times my cock muscles tried. "Please let go, Sergeant Major," I asked in a low moan. "What's the matter, Stiegel? Is something wrong?" I couldn't think of a way to say it without sounding completely pathetic, so I just remained silent, biting my lower lip with the strain. "Very well; then I'll continue." She put the head into her mouth, and circled her tongue around and around, causing more pain than pleasure as I'd just climaxed only seconds before. As I gritted my teeth in pain, she only intensified her efforts, and looked up at me with a sadistic smile. A few seconds more, and the pain melted into a fantastic, aching sensation of pleasure I simply was not familiar with. Her tongue stopped, and I felt my cock head throb against her mouth as it sat stagnant for a moment. She began sucking me in, so hard that she pulled her own head down onto my shaft with the force. Then, I felt a great relief as she released her fingers from around the base of my shaft. I felt my cum from a few minutes prior begin to travel up my length, being literally sucked out by her expert technique. The thick globs felt amazing passing through into her mouth, and she released me to swallow the whole payload at once. I sighed in relief, but was cut off as her hand latched back onto my cock. "Sergeant Major, what's this?" "Idiot, I've gotta make sure there's no cum left in there; there could be some backed up from the last load, and that would hurt later on. Besides, you're still hard, aren't you?" I couldn't deny that. All I could do was lay back and take it as CSM Carol stroked my cock, now slippery from her mouth's services. Luckily for me, she was very quick, almost businesslike; with no teasing, she brought me to orgasm and drank down the semen without a word. "Sergeant Major, you don't have to--" She finished swallowing, and wiped her mouth with the back of her free hand. "Hey, I don't 'have to' do any of this! It's because I want to, so sit the fuck back and enjoy it!" I was taken aback, but she enveloped my head in her mouth again and kept sucking out the last remains of my orgasm. I got the impression that I had just gotten between a dog and its food dish, and been snapped at. "Talk about biting the hand that feeds you," I mumbled to myself as she sucked away contentedly. A few minutes later and we were getting dressed, preparing to leave the guard shack and return to our normal lives when she suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me to face her. She was already fully dressed, and held something at arm's length for me to take. It was a small, unremarkable white paper bag; she dropped it into my hand and turned her back again. "There's some keys in there; one will get you into my building after they lock it up for the night, the other will let you into my room. Meet me there tomorrow night at 0000. There's also a piece of paper in there, some instructions. Make sure you follow them, because I will know if you haven't." "Understood, S--" "Shut the fuck up with all that, Stiegel!" "Got it." And so she left the guard shack about two minutes before me, and disappeared into the crowds outside on the parade ground walkways. I exited once fully dressed, and hurried back to my room. In the relative safety there, I felt safe in opening the bag, and emptied it onto my desk. There were two keys, a pair of panties, and a piece of notebook paper. I unfolded the paper, and read CSM Carol's handwritten note to myself. "Stiegel: I'm sure you're as satisfied as I am with our activities thus far, (especially if you did as well as I expect in the guard shack today,) and are itching for more. Let me assure you that the feeling is mutual. Every time we pass each other, I can't help but think of what we've already done, what we can still do. Keeping with that, I'd like to progress to more frequent, even regular meetings, and move on to more serious fare that we haven't touched yet. But, to do so, I need to test your resolve, your loyalty, and your honor. That being the case, I've decided to lay down some rules for you to follow until next we meet. Adhere to these rules verbatim or there will be serious consequences. Rule 1: No Masturbating. We'll see each other often enough to satisfy you, and I want you at full strength and brimming with cum every time. Rule 2: Every night, fall asleep while sniffing these panties I've included. I want you totally devoted to me in all aspects, and I know how much you love the smell of my pussy. Rule 3: Follow my orders. I know you already do this (very very well,) but I need you to give everything to carrying out my instructions. I know you are capable of this, just do it. As I said before, meet me tomorrow at 0000 in my room. --CSM Carol, 1 BN Staff, NUCC" I folded the note up, and laid it in the bottom of my academic desk drawer, piling some other schoolwork and supplies on top of it. Taking the panties in hand, I rubbed my fingers through their smoothness, taking in the feeling. Her smell was all over them, and I put my nose to the crotch to find an overwhelming presence. That night, once the cadre had put us to bed, I removed the panties from the safety of my academic drawer (the one place cadre did not inspect in a recruit room,) and fell asleep while breathing in CSM Carol's sweet aroma. Late in the night, I walked the parade ground with a purpose. Far be it from any recruit to be out after lights out, even for academic reasons; ranging afar at midnight was another matter altogether. Certainly I could explain myself as being on official Corps business, but how could I bring myself to say that I was en route to a meeting with my battalion CSM? Probably not a smart decision to mention her, though that left me without a justification for my nocturnal journey. Luckily, the parade ground was silent and unoccupied, and I made it into Patterson Hall undiscovered. A flight of steps down and five paces forward, and I had arrived. Her door was unlocked, and I entered without knocking as the instructions had ordered. The room was pitch black, and I groped around for the light switch for a moment. Eventually finding it, the room was suddenly bathed in pale fluorescent light, and I was taken aback by what I saw. CSM Carol was nowhere to be found, her bed lay empty and made quite neatly; on the floor squirmed what could only be described as a silken body bag, dark red and shaking violently. I took hold of the zipper, and pulled it down the length of the bag; its contents rolled out onto the floor, now breathing heavy sighs of relief. Though I hardly recognized her in such a state, it was indeed CSM Carol; she lay on the floor in only a pair of white panties, bound at the hands and feet, blindfolded and gagged, and quite sweaty. Tied around her arm, I saw a piece of paper, not unlike the one containing my instructions that brought me to her room. I removed it, and read it as she shook with a hint of uncertainty I had never seen before. It was hand written, in the same style her last note had been; I was convinced it was genuine as I read the note aloud. "RCT 'S': I suppose you've followed instructions very well up to this point, but now comes your true test of resolve. Surely you've noticed that I'm in a very compromising position at this time, and you are in control. This feeling you're probably getting right now, that is what it is to have power over another. I only hope that you'll be a good leader, and do what's right. --CSM Carol" I took another look at her, seeing her pitiable state. She looked concerned, still unsure how I would react to this situation. I turned around and locked the door, then took a seat in her desk chair, rereading her note while stealing glances at her. I waited a moment, then knelt down alongside her, and leaned down to her ear. I whispered quietly, to not give away my voice. "Who's recruit 'S," Sergeant Major? That sounds like fraternization to me... But then, you like that sort of relationship, don't you? Makes it more interesting..." I reached down behind her back, and ran a finger up and down the slit of her panties visible between her thighs. After a moment, it started to moisten from within with her natural juices, and that familiar smell filled the air. I asked her a question which made her cry out in vain through her gag. "What's his name, Sergeant Major? Who's the lucky little recruit?" She could only utter wordless moans. "If I take this out, you'll tell me, won't you?" She nodded as best she could, dragging her cheek against the cold tile floor. I unhooked the strap that ran around the back of her head, and the hard plastic ball clattered to the ground, followed by strands of saliva as she panted warm, shallow breaths. I repeated my question, but she merely gritted her teeth. Through her wide blindfold, I could see her furrow her brow with effort as she resisted. I could see her resolve quivering, and ceased my motions over her panties. She gasped, her tongue lolling out slightly, perhaps exhausted from straining against her gag for so long. "I'm not gonna report you; I'm just curious. Who is he?" She kept her silence. "I'd advise you to say something, or they may find you out on the parade ground at morning formation. Only a few more hours until reveille, Sergeant Major..." She bit her lip for a few more seconds, and I grew desperate. I began stroking her again, and she spoke. "Carol, Cadet Command Sergeant Major, First Battalion, Norwich University Corps of Cadets... ID Number A00453729..." I dug my fingers in further, starting to really enjoy the dominance I'd been allowed. "Not what I'm after. Don't make me do anything worse down here..." I pulled her panties aside, and took a face full of her intoxicating scent. Her pussy was leaking out its juices and I stuck two fingers in easily. She moaned aloud, and I smirked to myself, raising my voice to an uncharacteristic growl. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Sergeant Major? Such a professional cadet..." "Carol, Cadet Command Sergeant Major, First Battalion, Norwich University Corps of Cadets... ID Number A00453729..." "That's some serious self-control, Sergeant Major. I think you deserve a reward for this." I dug my fingers in deeper, and thrust in and out violently; the room filled with her aroma and wet slapping sounds as my palm hit her moistening thighs again and again. She moaned deep, and her breaths shortened as I proceeded unrelentingly into her wet canal. Her moans slowly became grunts, then whimpers as she grew closer and closer to that inevitable peak, and after a moment or so, bit her lip and shook all through her body as her inner muscles clenched down on my fingers and a torrent escaped her body. I did my best to keep working my fingers back and forth, and was rewarded by something I would never have expected of such a powerful cadet. As her orgasm began to subside, her moans and whimpers became a single wail, which faded into a moan as I felt an unfamiliar muscle within her body relax, and a second stream tickle my palm. I pulled out my fingers, and looked down as she lay there on the tile floor, a clear, steady mix of love juices and urine trickling down her thighs and forming a pool around her lower half. I had never expected such a thing out of her, nor had I ever thought of a girl wetting herself as erotic, but I couldn't stop myself from marveling at my Battalion Command Sergeant Major in such a compromising position. I reached down, and removed the blindfold from her sweating, panting face, revealing her teary, shining eyes; her pupils were wide from the darkness, and it was a beautiful sight to see her eyes widen further as she realized who had put her through such an ordeal. She struggled to form words while still gasping for breath. "Stiegel, it's...it's been you this whole time?" "That's right, Sergeant Major." She sobered form her shocks quickly, and took on a stern face. Yes, Sergeant Major Ch. 02 "You...made me believe some random cadet had discovered me, and...and done all those things to me..." "Was this not the purpose of the exercise, Sergeant Major?" "No. No, you were supposed to release me from my restraints, and be rewarded for it. Instead...this deception..." "I apologize for putting you through so much, but you did seem to respond well to all that, Sergeant Major." Her eyes glazed over as she reminisced about the experience. A slight smile crossed her face. "Still... My heart is racing a bit. Maybe you weren't so out of line after all." "I'm not going to be punished then?" Carol sat up, and wiped her hands on her thighs, wet from the puddle beneath her. She looked up and smiled more fully. "Just throw me that towel, and I'll forgive you." I did so, and promptly left at her command. Coming back on deck at 0120, my squad leader was waiting for me. He tried his best to verbally tear me a new asshole, but I was unfazed. All I could think about was my Battalion Sergeant Major, climaxing in a puddle of her own fluids by my own hand. I fell asleep that night, holding her panties to my nose while I flexed that hand I had used to finger her so violently over and over again.