5 comments/ 23870 views/ 5 favorites Desert Rat By: bassbelly The sun, the damned sun! Beating him like a club into the sand. Why had he come to this miserable damned desert to start with? He had been lured here, like so many others, with the false promise of wealth. He knew if he didn't find Warm Springs soon, he would perish. The desert constantly lied to him, showing him the promise of an oasis and then snatching that promise away into the super heated air. In the distance he thought he saw some mountains. Probably another mirage, he thought, but he trudged toward them because he had nowhere else to go. He looked for anything that might offer some shade. There was nothing but barren sand for as far as he could see. He walked slowly toward the mountains. The sun was getting low on the horizon. It cast a shadow where he thought the mountains were. They must be real! But in the desert, there is no way to estimate distance. They might one mile away or a hundred. He knew the sun wouldn't last much longer. He also knew that the desert gets cold at night. He needed to rest badly. He was almost out of energy when he saw the faint glimmer of light in the distance. It was probably another mirage, but he struck off straight toward it. Maybe if he walked all night, he could reach it. Five hours later he still hadn't reached the light but it did appear to be closer. He was completely exhausted and threw down his pack, sinking to his knees to rest. Despite his best efforts, sleep overwhelmed him. He woke up just as the first faint hint of daylight threatened the eastern sky. The faint light was still there. He drank half of his remaining water. Today his water ration would run out. Then he would die. He walked toward the light. A small collection of shacks appeared out of the desert sands. The light was coming from the nearest shack. He couldn't believe his luck! He staggered up to the shack and was met by an old man with a long grey beard. "Howdy stranger," the old man said. "Say, you look like you could use a meal and something to drink." "I'm mighty grateful for your hospitality," the desert rat thanked him as he took a long drink of cool water. "What is this place?" "This here's Tonopah. Where were you headed?" "I don't rightly know. I got turned around out in the desert. My mules died and I was left afoot. I'm damned near out of water. I figured I'd die sometime tonight or tomorrow for sure." "Well, I can fix you up with some water and a meal, but I ain't got no mules." "I thought I saw some mountains off in the distance. Are they really there or are they a mirage?" "They ain't no mirage. They're real alright but they're a long ways off. At lease three days walking." "Is there anything there worth walking for?" "I don't know, I've never been there." "Do you mind if I bunk in here for a day to get my strength back?" "No, I'm glad for the company. The supply wagon only gets out here once a month if I'm lucky. If you want to catch a ride on it, it'll be here in five more days. You're welcome to stay until then." "What's your name?" he asked the old man. "I'm Pete Travers. Folks call me Desert Pete. I've been out here for three years. Who are you?" "My name's Jonathan Deever. I've been prospecting for ten years out and about here. I guess I'll never strike it rich, but I've gotta keep tryin'" It was a lot cooler in the shack than out in the sun. Jon was so thankful for the rest he received. He made up his mind to get on the supply wagon and join the gold rush near Sacramento. It took six days for the supply wagon to show up. Jon negotiated with the wagon captain and they settled on a deal. With a friendly wave to the old man, Jon rode out of Tonopah. It took a full day for the wagon to reach the hills. Jon got off the wagon as soon as he saw green grass. The wagon took off and Jon marched resolutely into the west. The next day he found a creek. He refilled his canteens and walked down the hillside beside the bubbling water. Two days later he found the lake. He stripped off his clothes and dived into the cold water. He washed his clothes and enjoyed his first shave in eight months. He was swimming across the lake when he saw the girl. She was standing on a rock watching him swim. All she had on were her knickers. She was barefoot. Jon surmised that he was in her swimming hole. "Come on in," he yelled. She jumped off the rock and scampered over the closest hill. He made a temporary camp in a glade beside the lake. The next day the girl appeared again. He watched as she carefully surveyed the lake and surrounding hills. She didn't spot his camp. She peeled off her knickers and dived into the lake. Jon watched her swimming nude for a long time. She got out of the water, picked up her clothes and washed them in the lake. She laid beside them on the big rock, drying in the sun. When she sat up, she saw Jon watching her. He heard her yelp, "Oh my!" She pulled on her clothes and again disappeared over the hill. I wonder where she goes, Jon thought. He gave her an hour head start and then followed her over the hill. Jon was an expert tracker, so it was easy for him to follow her trail through the grass. He followed her tracks for a couple of miles and then he spotted the cabin. He crept down to the edge of the woods and watched closely. The girl was carrying a load of firewood into the little hut. He heard a man yelling something, but he couldn't make it out. The girl appeared at the doorway and the man was right behind her. He had a whip in his hand. As she ran for the woodpile, he cracked the whip across her back. She stumbled and fell. The man was on her in a trice. She lay whimpering as he beat her. Finally he went back inside as she dragged herself to her feet and set out again for the wood pile. Jon crept closer to the hovel as she toted another load of wood inside. The man yelled in an obviously drunk voice, "Get me some supper, you lazy slut! I'm hungry." "Yes daddy," the girl whined. Jon waited until dark and quietly walked down next to the cabin. He heard the drunk say, "Get them clothes off and get over here. I want some pussy!" The girl whimpered, "Yes daddy." Jon could here the grunting sounds from within as the father took the daughter. She was crying and screaming. By that time Jon was thoroughly pissed off. Nobody should treat a woman that way, much less a daughter. Jon resolved to do something about it. He walked back to his camp. He waited in the brush along the trail the next day. It wasn't long until the girl came walking quietly up the trail. When she got just past him, him grabbed her from behind. She struggled hard, but Jon had muscles hardened from years of hard work. After a while the girl calmed down enough for him to talk to her. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I want to help you." "Nobody can help me," she squeaked. "Just leave me alone!" "You know that sooner or later that drunken son of a bitch is going to kill you." "He has the right. He's my daddy. A daddy can do anything to his daughter. It's the law!" "Who told you that nonsense? Daddies are supposed to protect their daughters, not beat them and rape them. Your daddy is a liar, a drunk and a criminal." "No, no daddy has the right. He told me so." She had stopped struggling now, realizing that he wasn't going to hurt her. He sat her in the grass and turned her loose. She started to jump and run but something made her stop. "What do you care anyway? You don't even know me or my daddy." "I'm just a man who doesn't like to see women abused. Especially pretty young daughters. What your daddy is doing is against every law in every state in the Union. I can help you if you want. You don't have to live like a dog anymore." "But what can you do? If you tell daddy to stop, he'll wait until you're gone and then he'll beat me to death." "Well, there are ways of talking to guys like that. You go back to the cabin and I'll be there in a little bit." "What are you going to do?" "I'm gonna rescue you from the plight you're in. Get going!" The girl walked quickly down the path and out of sight. Jon returned to his camp. He tucked his pistol into his belt under his jacket and set off for the cabin. He broke out of the woods just in time to see the girl run out of the door with her father close behind. He had the whip in his hand. "Howdy," Jon said. The man stopped dead in his tracks. "Get out of here! We don't want no strangers here!" "That's not very neighborly of you. What's the whip for?" "That's none of your damned business," the bully snarled. He let the whip lash close to Jon. "You ought to be careful with that thing. It could get you killed," remarked Jon. "This here whip ain't gonna kill me but it's gonna beat your dumb ass half to death!" The drunk aimed the lash at Jon. Jon sidestepped and the lash popped in the air. "Last chance! Put down the whip!" Jon yelled. "I'll put it down your back!" And the drunk hauled the whip back. Jon pulled the pistol and shot him between the eyes. The drunk fell to the ground, the whip curled around his body. "You killed my daddy!" screamed the girl. "What did you do the far?" "You saw him. He was fixing to beat me with that whip. There ain't no man beats me with a whip!" "What are we gonna do now?" "We're gonna bury him and then you're coming with me. You don't need to be up here in the wilderness getting your butt kicked every day." They dug the grave and buried her daddy along with his whip. She shed not a tear. They didn't mark the grave. Jon knew that nobody would ever find a solitary unmarked grave way out here in the sticks. "Gather up whatever you've got and let's go." So the girl followed Jon back to his camp. For the first time in her memory she didn't get whipped or raped in the afternoon. She followed Jon around like a puppy. "Okay, now that you're with me, what's your name?" "My name is Lucy." "How old are you Lucy?" "I think I'm nineteen, but I don't know for sure. Two years ago daddy told me I was seventeen or eighteen." "Where were you born?" "I ain't sure. Daddy said I was born on a wagon train. He said Indians killed my mama. I don't know what her name was. Daddy's name was Bret, but that's all I know about him." "Do you have a last name?" "I don't think so. All daddy ever called me was Lucy and slut." "Those days are over. We'll head on through the mountains and get you to Sacramento. Then we'll see if we can settle out who you are. Let's eat." She scrambled to her feet looking for something to cook. She fell in a ball in front of him. "Please don't beat me! I don't know where the food is. Don't beat me!" Jon picked her up and hugged her. "I'll cook. Nobody's ever gonna beat you again. Just sit down over there and it'll be ready in a while." Lucy sat down by the blankets while Jon fixed supper. When he brought her plate to her she was shivering. "What's the matter Lucy?" "I keep waiting for something bad to happen. When's it gonna happen?" "I'm not gonna let it happen. Eat your supper and then we'll go for a swim." After they ate and sat for a while, Jon said," Let's go for a dip." "I'll wait for you. I don't want to go naked." "Why not? We've both already seen each other naked. I'm not gonna rape you. I just want to go for a swim. Stop acting silly and come on." Jon stripped his clothes off and headed for the lake. He turned when he got to the shore and Lucy was right behind him, nude. He dived into the water and heard a splash as she followed him. He stood up in water that was armpit deep and turned around. She was following closely. When she stopped and tried to stand, she found the water was over her head. Sputtering and splashing, she sank. Jon reached for her and held her head above the water. When she stopped choking and coughing she looked up at him. He had her under the armpits. She reached out, grabbed his muscular arms and smiled at him. Her legs went around his waist. She hugged him to her as hard as she could. Jon bent his head and kissed her tenderly on the lips. A look of adoration flooded her face. Jon knew she was in love with him. He let his arms curl around her little body and held her tight. He let her go and they swam slowly back to shore. They lay naked on the blankets. She looked at Jon and said, "What was that thing you did with your lips out there in the lake?" "That was a kiss. Haven't you ever been kissed?" "Nope. That was the first time I liked it. Can we do it again?" He scooped her body next to his and kissed her tenderly again. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips urgently to his. She wouldn't let go. Then she felt his tongue lick her lips. She giggled and licked him back. His tongue shot into her mouth and twisted around hers. She poked her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it. Finally he broke the kiss and she lay in his arms panting for breath. "Why do I feel this way? I've never felt this way before." "This is the way that men and women get ready for love." "Like daddy used to do it to me? I didn't like that. He just jammed his thing in me and pumped. Sometimes he made me bleed. Is that love?" "No Lucy that is rape. Making love is something two people want to do together. When you feel strongly about someone, you will want to have him in your body and he will want you. It is supposed to be tender and gentle, not painful and hard." "So what am I feeling now? I really like kissing. I want to do more of it. If you are loving someone, what comes next?" "Well, then you get to feel each other so you know that the other person really wants you." "Do you really want me Jon?" "I don't know yet. I don't want to take advantage of you. We can kiss and feel each other, but we better wait to do anything else." "I'll do whatever you want Jon. I want to kiss you and feel you too." "Let's get rested up and we'll hit the trail tomorrow. I don't know how far it is to the next town." "Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked innocently. "You'll have to. There's only one bed roll." "Daddy made me sleep on the floor. You won't make me sleep on the floor will you Jon?" "No honey, those days are gone." "I'm glad you killed daddy. He was a mean man." "It might be better if you just forget about your daddy and about me killing him, okay?" "What ever you say, Jon my love." It was a tight squeeze but Jon and Lucy managed to get into his one man bed roll. She had her face buried in his chest and he had his arms around her. Before she went to sleep she told him, "I've never felt safer than I do right now. Thank you for saving me Jon." "You better wait to thank me until we get to a town. There's no telling what will happen when we get to civilization." They wriggled out of the bedroll early in the morning. Jon fixed some coffee and hard tack. They set off over the mountains to find a town. Ten days later they were at Placerville. Miners were everywhere. The rush was on! Jon found a Justice of the Peace. He and Lucy sat in the office while Jon explained Lucy's circumstances. "Where's her daddy?" the Justice asked. "Daddy died three weeks before Jon found me. I don't know what he died of. He just turned red and fell over. It took me a week to bury him. I'm not sorry he's dead. He was a mean man and he did terrible things to me." Jon was amazed at Lucy. She had dreamed up a much better scenario than he could have. "Okay," said the Justice, "What do you want now?" "Well, she's got to have a name. She'll need some kind of certificate to show where she came from." replied Jon. "Okay son. We can fix it all up. You two decide on a name and come back tomorrow." Jon checked them into a boarding house. He sat on the bed while Lucy curled up in his lap. "What are we gonna call me?" "I don't know. I'll think on it." "While you're thinking can we practice kissing again?" She put her arms around his neck and drew his lips down to her. Soon their tongues were engaged in battle. "Feel me Jon, please feel me!" They removed their clothes and got back on the bed. He hugged her and started another soul kiss. His hands found her breasts and he massaged them gently, pinching the nipples. "OOooo, I like that," she whispered. "Do it some more." Jon's lips sought her nipples and he suckled from them. She was starting to writhe on the old mattress. He placed his hand on her knee and started to slide it upward. "What are you doing?" she whispered. "I'm feeling you. Why don't you feel me?" As his hands brushed her pussy he felt her little hand grasp his cock. "It's so hard and so soft. I like it." She remarked. His fingers were rubbing up and down her slit. He felt her getting wet. He slipped a finger into her. He felt for her 'g' spot. When he found it, he gently massaged it. Her hips were bucking off the bed. "Ooohhh Gggoddd," she moaned. Suddenly his lips were on her pussy. He licked it up and down and then stuck his tongue into her. When he sucked on her clit, she screamed and bucked up and down. Her first orgasm took her by surprise. She screamed, "Yes, yes, yes, oh Jonny, yes!" "That was the best thing I ever felt. What else is there?" she panted into his neck. "Now comes the part where your daddy hurt you. If you don't want to do it, I'll understand. You should know that it is really, really good when it is done right." "I want to do everything with you Jon. Let's try it." He eased himself between her legs and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Slowly, slowly so as not to frighten or hurt her, he slid his cock into her tight little cunt. She was really juicy but she was also really small. "Are you alright Lucy?" he asked softly. "Oh yes. It feels very good. I didn't know it could be this way. Put some more in me." Jon slowly slid his cock into her until he felt their hairs entwine. He waited a minute or two for her to adjust to the invasion. "I wanna be your slut Jon. Take me now!" He started to slide in and out of her at an ever increasing rate. Her pussy was getting wetter and she was making little funny noises. She could feel every inch of him in her. This was her man! His cock was getting harder and hotter. Daddy never felt like this. Now there was no blood and no pain just an increasingly wonderful feeling deep down in her center. Her pussy was throbbing around his cock. She could feel another massive orgasm approaching. This time she was ready. This time she gave herself up to it as it consumed her soul. "OOoohhhh Gggggoddd! Give it to me. Give it to me!!" Jon felt her cumming on his cock. He drove into her as far and as fast as he could. He wasn't quite long enough to reach her cervix, but he filled up her little pussy. Her pussy massaged his cock. She humped into him faster and faster. He was losing control. His eyes fluttered and his toes curled he held tightly to her. He grunted loudly and shot a massive load of cum into her. She squealed when she felt it hit her inside. How could anything be this good? Their sweat mingled with their love juices. He held her tight and rolled over so she was on top. He couldn't let go. She was too good, too perfect. His cock was still in her. He stroked her lightly. "Oh Jon, I love you. Don't ever stop. Don't leave me." "I'm not leaving. I want to make love to you from now on. Kiss me." His cock was in her. His tongue was in her. His soul was in her. He knew his days as a desert rat were over. He knew he loved this little woman and he wanted her forever more. When his cock finally softened and popped out, she sighed and groaned. "What happened to it?" she asked. "It'll be back. It's just resting." "Oh. Kiss me again?" They stumbled into the Justice of the Peace's office next morning. "Well, have you two decided on a name?" Desert Rat "No sir we...." she started but Jon cut her off. "Yes sir. Her last name is gonna be Deever." "Isn't that your last name?" "Yes sir. I figure it would be just as easy to marry us as to change her name and then have to change it back. "That's a good idea son. Miss, do you want a middle name?" "Yes sir. I'm kinda stuck on Susan." "You sign here Mr. Deever. You initial it Mrs. Deever. Do you have a ring?" "No sir and I don't know where to get one." "I've got one here that my son pounded out of a nugget he found. You can have it if you want it." "Thank you sir." Jon said as he slipped the ring on her finger. After a brief ceremony and some more paper work, the Justice smiled, signed the final certificate and handed it to Jon. "She's all yours now son. Take good care of her." "I will sir and thank you for your help." Lucy and Jon checked out of the boarding house and started walking toward Sacramento. "Are we going to Sacramento?' Lucy asked. "Yup. If I'm gonna give up life as a desert rat, I'll be needing to find other work, now that I've got a wife to support." That night they camped on a hillside overlooking a small stream. "We still have only one bedroll," Lucy observed. "Yeah I know. Does that bother you?" "No I think it's just fine. We'll have to get even closer now that we're officially married." Jon smiled at the prospect. His cock was already hard. He kissed her and held her tightly to him as the sun slowly sank in the west. Lucy grabbed his cock and said, "I see you're ready for the bedroll. Come on desert rat. Show me what you've got!" "Yes maam," Jon replied as he took off his clothes. "Oh Jon your pecker is so pretty. Can I kiss it?" "Sure. You can do anything you want to it. We've got a certificate that says it belongs to you!" Lucy held Jon's cock in her little hand and studied it in the fading light. She kissed the end of it and felt Jon shudder. "I wonder what it tastes like," she remarked. She slipped the head between her lips and licked it. She thought it looked a little like a cow teat so she sucked on it. Before she knew what was happening, she had most of it in her mouth. Jon stroked it in and out of her mouth. It felt so damned good! "Let's get in the bedroll." They wriggled into the bedding, belly to belly. She could feel his dick hard against her belly. "That's not where it goes," she whispered. "It goes in here." And she impaled herself on his cock. "We've got to get a bigger bedroll," Jon panted. He thrust into her with all his might. She moaned and giggled. "Oh Jon, that's so good. Is it always gonna be like this?" "I hope so honey. I'll try to make it special every time." "Is this love? Is this really love Jon?" "I think this is it. We'll have to stay coupled until morning to know for sure," he joked. "Which morning?" she asked with a smile and a moan. "Pick one," answered Jon. Desert Reunion I came out here to southern Arizona after Christmas. I came in a nice motor home that I borrowed from my significant other, Tom, and left my roommate and lover, Mandy, to tend to our home in North Carolina. I came on a semi-sabbatical to visit the land I was born to grew up in, the rural country near Tucson, in the Sonoran desert. I missed the desert and wanted to immerse myself in it again for a while. I settled into the RV facility at the Pima County Fairgrounds, just outside the city. I continued my work as a contract copy editor via a PC card for my lap top that let me connect wirelessly to the Internet. Not blinding speed but adequate for my needs. I traveled locally, visited the old homestead, did some sightseeing, and wrote and read. And spent a lot of time in email and Instant Message conversations with the women who make up my "Sorority": submissive women who give me control over parts of their sex lives. (See the new series of stories under the heading The Sorority Sisters.) My cyber girlfriend – and an early member of the Sorority -- Rebecca, told me that she fantasized about coming out here to visit and run around naked with me in the desert and make love in the middle of nowhere. When I told her about the realities of the desert (i.e., that everything out here is designed to hurt you) she said two things: "Why?" and "Could we use your bed and run around naked inside?" As an aside, I recommend her series of accounts of her life with her dickhead ex-husband. You can find her on Literotica under the author name rebeccabrowning. She will make you laugh and cry. She is that good. Start over; that was a Mulligan. Back to my sex life and the account of this special weekend. For the better part of the decade that Mandy and Tom and I have been linked, I have led a monogamous life style. We never said anything about it; it just became how we were. But we had never been apart this long, and the separation was beginning to wear on all of us. Finally, they agreed to come out here and visit for a weekend. The purpose was clear, and it was not to go sightseeing. They flew in on a Friday evening, via Phoenix. They rented a room in a nearby motel (small suite actually), which turned out to be a good idea. We alternated from there to here to restaurants, to here to there, to call out pizza.... Well you get the idea. Be forewarned: this is where my account shifts from PG to XXX. None of us is puritanical when it comes to sensual, sexual pleasure. Mandy brought our new toy, the feeldoe. Tom brought a straining erection, dripping with pre cum. We ate the light meal I had prepared and then started necking, petting, stripping, sucking, biting, licking and fucking. I brought Mandy to a floor thumping orgasm as she lay on her back on the floor, while Tom took me from behind, my cunt and ass being high and available. He had been too long without nookie and came in me before I came. I stayed in position as Mandy scooted around to get behind me. Tom pulled out with a little sucking sound, leaving me feeling empty. His fluids began leaking, along with mine I guess, and Mandy went to work. She sucked "us" out of me, came around as I flipped over and shared the goodies with me in a movie-worthy cum swap: Tom's cum, my cum, and her saliva all combined into a pearly-white, translucent, gooey mess -- which she let drool out of her mouth down into mine. (We call that the 'feeding baby bird' position -- head back, mouth open, waiting eagerly.) Long globs of cum with stringy connectors, plopping down onto my tongue and lips and directly into my mouth. Oh god. When she was finished and we were connected by only a thin string of saliva, I sat up and kissed her, having lost none of the sex glop. Now it was cum passing between us on our tongues and lips, drooling off our chins, plopping onto our breasts. We savored the taste and the texture of it. Finally, she drank some down, I drank some down, Tom had a new erection, and Mandy and I rubbed our coated breasts together with glee. We just sat there on the rug for awhile, getting our breath back, and smiling silly smiles. Then I licked the residual cum off Mandy's face and she off mine, we massaged what was still wet into each other's breasts, and kissed like sisters in love. Mandy then sat back and watched as I tended to Tom's cock. First, I sat on it and humped him as he played with my nipples. He loves to pinch and pull, and I love to have him do it. Once I had my long delayed orgasm, I swung around to sit on his face and leaned down to gobble his wet erection. Delicious. It's a funny thing about Mandy and cocks. She has no use for them and won't abide one in her – anywhere in her. But she loves what they produce; she, like me, is a cum slut. But this time I was not sharing; when Tom erupted into my mouth I swallowed all of him in two big gulps. The wonderful sensation of his cock jetting his sperm into my mouth, coupled with the feel of his tongue in my pussy, tipped over into a series of gentle climaxes. Without letting go of him, I squeezed whatever was left up the length of his softening penis, sucking it out the tip. I let the poor guy up for air, and smacked my lips in pleasure. Only then did I realize Mandy was sprawled on the couch enjoying her own orgasm. Her fingers were massaging her swollen pussy lips and she was shivering in a sexual tremor. Her thighs quivered and her tummy pulsed. And then she lay still, breathing deeply. What a beautiful woman she is. * * * * * * After flying out here, eating (food), drinking (Margaritas), and a great fuck/suck, they were bushed. So we cleaned up and just sacked out. Mandy and I got the queen sized bed, Tom got the couch (I still don't know how to pull it out into a bed), and we slept until late morning. Well, Tom and Mandy slept. I had not had to travel, and I was super curious about the feeldoe. So I got up at about six and read the feeldoe instructions. I tried in on, er... in, and soon got the hang of it. There has to be a better word. I inserted the fucker's end into myself and played with holding it in me while "jerking off" the protruding cock. Then I woke Mandy. I pulled the blanket off her, lifted her short nighty, and rubbed my new "cock" on her belly. She smiled at me in that special way and parted her thighs. With the help of some lubricant and some experimentation, I was able to fuck her to an orgasm. I then kept going until I had my own. We cuddled and kissed gently, and caressed each other --with the toy still in us --and soon fell asleep. Sometime before we woke again it came out of both of us. A mystery. Saturday we had brunch at Denny's -- a big mistake. Each platter could have fed all three of us. But we took a lot of liquid anti-depressant aboard (regular coffee) and set out for some light sight-seeing. We drove around the eastern half of the Saguaro National Park, not far from the campground. Then we went to the motel. There we got down to some more serious -- well not so serious -- fuck romping. We forgot to hang the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, didn't hear the knock (she said she did knock), and were interrupted by the maid's exclamation. We three froze in mid stroke: me sitting on Tom's cock, buried in my cunt, and bent forward to give Mandy access to my ass. She had the feeldoe buried in it with herself fully attached and pumping. And all of us, of course, buck naked and sweaty. The look on that woman's face was priceless. We were all frozen as though time had stopped for a long moment. Then the maid started to whimper and apologize and whimper some more. She never looked away, though. Probably had never seen anything like us three in her life. Here was a woman being fucked front and rear by a man and another woman!! How could this be? Then Mandy started to titter. I had never heard her titter; didn't know she could. And that did it. We three started to laugh and the poor maid turned bright red. We were laughing hysterically, as people do who have lost control, and she was glowing like a stop light. She stood there, bent forward a little, hands clasped together at her breasts, staring at us with all the blood in her small body in her face. Finally she backed out of the room, never once taking her gaze off of us, and the door clicked shut. By then we were sprawled haphazardly across the king sized bed, the sheets in a tangle, laughing and laughing. By the time we had recovered and were down to occasional bursts of giggling (Tom would say a man can't giggle), the lust had abated. It took us a good half hour to get restarted. We ended up with me fucking Mandy with the feeldoe, with Tom taking my ass. Since I was face to face with my girl we were able to enjoy each other close up. I love it when she moans into my mouth. The feeldoe is good; it got us both off. Mandy came first, and my DP -- with my part of the feeldoe in my cunt and Tom in my ass -had me cumming right after she did; and my ass milking his cock had Tom right behind me (so to speak). Nobody had the energy to chase that load of cum so I let it ooze out of me as we all lay together recovering. Not much later, Mandy crawled between my thighs and, while Tom watched from a foot away, began to lick and play with my pussy. Once she had my attention I signaled her to come around over me, and we settled into a comfortable sixty-nine. We were in no hurry, enjoying the nice sensations of tongue in pussy slit, when Tom returned from the bathroom and suggested we roll over. Well look at that, I thought. He was fully recovered and wanted to play. So Mandy and I rolled over, almost rolling off the bed in the process. (It is such a nice feeling to have a woman laugh deep into your cunt. Well guys, you'll have to take that on spec, I guess.) Tom, the gentleman that he is, left my ass hole alone and took my pussy from behind, stroking pleasantly in and out of my wetness right above Mandy's face. Just the feel of his fullness in me, and the mental image of his balls tickling her nose, set me off. I came noiselessly, I think. They said I kind of squeaked. That did it for Tom and he rammed home and stayed tight against my ass while his balls emptied into me. As I felt him withdraw I went back to work on Mandy. I knew what was happening back there now. I ate her with gusto, homing in on her tiny clit and its hood, as Tom's cum flowed out of me. I could feel and hear Mandy slurping away at me and managed to bring her off while she was drinking us down. She went stiff and grunted -- her thighs tight around my ears. It is so nice and erotic to have a lover cum while you are face deep in her pussy. Then she relaxed and blew a kiss into my open wetness. It sounded so much like a fart that it set Tom off, and once again we went into fits of laughter. Later, quite a bit later, we got up to clean up. At Mandy's urging, she and I got into the shower. There was too little room for Tom – there was barely room for Mandy and me. But we are close, and this was close in spades. While we were waiting for the water to warm I felt a sudden warm flood on my thigh. I didn't have to look to see what it was. The aroma of her pee filled the small stall. So I reciprocated and wet her down, too. Then laughing, we soaped up and got squeaky clean, giggling all the way. When we climbed out Tom gave us a quizzical look, but we left him in the dark. So that was Friday night and Saturday. Mandy is now snoring softly and cutely in the big bed, Tom is back in the motel getting solo guy-sleep time, my back is tightening up, and I think I have one more tiny, private orgasm left to enjoy. And one more day with my two lovers before they fly home. I think this will hold me, and I hope, them, until I drive back there myself. Desert Rose For Matt * She had been asking for me to fuck her all day. No, she hadn't actually said the words right out loud to me, but I knew. She had been teasing me and tormenting me all day, almost to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. She knew she was doing it too; I could see the look on her face every time she glanced over and saw the increasingly hard bulge in my pants. That little self-satisfied smirk she gave me, and then she'd flip her hair and casually go back to what she was doing. She knew all day that I was horny, and yet she purposely avoided situations where she and I were alone, because she knew the second I got her alone I was going to rip off all her clothes and force her down onto whatever horizontal surface I could find. It was later that evening when I was finally presented with an opportunity to strike. She was in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher, completely oblivious to my presence until I was almost upon her. I bent down quickly, reached around and cupped one of her breast, and began pinching them and rolling them between my fingers. She stiffened immediately when I did this, and tried to straighten up to push me away, but I was ready for it, and I pushed her hard against the counter, trapping her. "Matt!" she hissed quietly. "There are people in the other room!" I smiled wickedly, cupped her other breast with my hand, and pressed my body against hers. I know she could feel how hard I was through the back of her jeans, but she still started squirming, trying to wriggle out from between me and the counter. "Matt, come on," she said quietly I could tell she was annoyed, "get off! I'm not having sex with you while there are people here, it's rude!" I smiled again, and leaned down on top of her. "You really don't have a choice now, do you?" He head whipped around, and she glared at me fiercely. I knew that she loves to be dominated, but she never goes down without a fight. I grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it behind her back, pulling her away from the counter. She glared at me again and tried to twist out of my grip, but I held her fast, and grabbed her other wrist. I pulled her up against me, and she glared up at me, and once again uttered a low threat for me to stop. This really only succeeded in making me harder than I already was. I love it when she looks at me like that, that fierce look of defiance; it makes me want to dominate her all that much more. I began to slowly pull her down the hallway towards her bedroom, and she struggled again. She shot a glance at me, and then shook her head. "Hey guys," she called into the living room to her roommates, "could you finish unloading the dishwasher, I'm going to take a nap." Her roommates laughed in the living room. They knew as well as she did that sleep was the last thing she was getting for the next few hours. They knew this was another one of our games. "Sure, whatever. Have fun!" She blushed slightly, and rolled her eyes. I tightened my grip of her wrists, and pulled her urgently down the hallway. She fought me the entire way down, pulling and twisting, letting out soft mewls of protest. As soon as I got her into the door of her room, I spun her around, and pushed her quite hard onto her bed. She landed with a thump and let out a little cry. I shut the door, took a second to lock the door, and then I was upon her. She was still in a half kneeling position on the bed, and I quickly knelt behind her, and wrapped my arms around her, taking her breast into my hands once again. She shot me an annoyed look, but I started to massage her breasts through her shirt, and she closed her eyes and moaned softly. I loved breasts, especially hers and she knew it. She had such large, curvy breasts, I could barley get my hands around them, and her nipples were so hard I could feel them through the shirt and the bra. I pulled her back towards me, pulled her shirt over her head, and threw it on the floor. She turned, and brought her face close to mine. I pulled her closer and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue and deep as into her mouth. She responded in turn and slid her tongue over mine and pressed her mouth harder against mine. I slid my hands up and slowly unclasped the front of her bra. I hated getting those things off, they were so hard to figure out. I pulled away from her, taking the bra with me, and threw it on the floor with her shirt. I pushed her back onto the bed, and suddenly I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed to have her, I needed to touch her, I needed to own every inch of her. I grabbed one of her breast roughly, and began to fondle it. Her breasts were so firm and soft, and I could see how hard her nipples were already. She moaned softly, brought her hand up and began to caress her other breast. She gave me a naughty smile. "Come on hun, suck on my breasts, I know you want to." I gave her an equally naughty look back, then leaned my head down and closed my mouth over her right nipple. She gasped, and arched her back upwards. I began to moan softly and my cock started to twitch with excitement. I let go of her breast, took one of her hands, and guided it down towards her crotch. She laughed softly, and unzipped her jeans. She knew a million different ways to turn me on, but watching her play with herself especially while I was sucking on her tits, was one of my favorite. She groaned as she started to rub herself, and I had a feeling she was already wet. I pulled away from her breast to catch my breath, and marveled at the sight beneath me. She had one hand on her left breast squeezing her nipple, her jeans were pushed down onto her thighs, and I could see the outline of her fingers inside her black silk panties. I sighed with pleasure, and then captured her left nipple in my mouth while she caressed her own breast. She let out another low moan in her throat, and squeezed her breast harder. I sucked on her nipple hard, pausing once in a while to flick it with my tongue, until my breathing became heavy, and I started letting out little moans. I pulled back suddenly, and she made a small moan of protest. I swallowed, and tried to catch my breath. The combination of sucking on those huge breasts, her playing with herself, and the sounds she was making was almost too much for me to take. "I need to be inside you," I said, and quickly yanked my shirt over my head. "I need to fuck you right now!" I fumbled with the zipper on my pants, and started to yank them down. A wicked smile crossed her face. "Oh really?" she said teasingly. "I don't think you're turned on enough yet." In one fluid motion she pushed herself up, reached forward, and pulled my pants down further. She grinned like a Cheshire cat, and began to slowly and agonizingly rub the bulge in my boxers. I groaned, and tilted my head back, closing my eyes. I knew what was coming next, she loves to tease me when I'm this turned on, and there was only one thing that turns me on more than sucking on her tits. She pushed me backwards onto the bed, and without warn jerked my boxes down, exposing my swollen cocks. She lowered he head slowly, and then all at once took my entire cock into her mouth, all the way down to hilt. I gasped; I hadn't expected her to deep throat right away. She began to suck my cock hard, moving her wet tongue up and down my shaft until it was slick with saliva. She moaned softly as she did it, and she began to stroke my shaft with her hand at the same time. I groaned, and tangled one of my hands in her hair, forcing her head down further onto my cock. She pushed my cock deeper into her throat until it was completely engulfed in hot wetness of her mouth. I had to bite my hand as she started to run her tongue over the head of my penis, it was driving my crazy, and I was dangerously close to climaxing. I didn't want to come yet though, I had a few more things planned for tonight other that her just giving me head. I took a deep breath, and pushed her softly off me. She shot me a slightly hurt look. She loved sucking me off, and she knew that I was close to coming. It was harder than I expected to stop her, I needed to come so badly it going to start hurting soon. "I need to be inside you," I said, surprised to hear an almost angry edge to my voice. "I am going to fuck you, right now!" Her eyes widened in surprise at the tone of my voice, and opened her mouth to say something. For a second I though she was going to try and torment me again, which I was not going to let her do anyway, but instead she just smiled. "What's stopping you then?" She asked in a nonchalant tone, with a cute kittenish look on her face. I grinned. Now she was going to get it. This is what she gets for being a cock tease all day long. I reached over to her nightstand, grabbed a condom, tore open the package, and quickly rolled it over my cock. She licked her lips slowly, lay back onto the bed, anticipating what was going to happen next. I could hear her breathing quicken with excitement as I positioned myself. I took a deep breath as I settled into position, and felt her hand clasp my cock, slowly guiding me towards her soaking wet pussy. I paused for just a moment at the entrance, then with one hard thrust, buried my entire cock in her pussy. I heard her gasp, and then moan, partly out of pain, and partly out of pleasure, since I did have a very large cock, and it was sometimes hard for her to take it all in at first. I forced myself to just move it back and forth very slowly, even though I wanted to fuck her so hard that she'd scream. "Are you okay?" I asked softly, hoping I wasn't hurting her too bad. "Uhhh, Matt..." she said breathlessly, "Fuck me hard! Oh gods, fuck me as hard as you can, I need to feel you inside me!" I inhaled sharply. This was one of my favorite parts about sex with her, when we let everything go and just fucked for as long and as hard as I wanted to. She was just giving herself to me, begging me to pound my rock hard cock into her until she came. I swallowed hard, and began to thrust in and out of her very hard, marveling at the feeling of her pussy. It was so warm and wet, I could feel the wetness right through the condom, and overtime I pushed into her I could feel resistance inside her that made me thrust into her even further. I leant down on her, and continued to pound my cock into her, the whole time getting even more turned on by the moaning and mewling that was coming from her. With each stroke she was just begging me to pound her harder. I pulled out suddenly, and she cried in protest, but I ignored it, and grabbed her ankles, pushing down on them until they almost touched the bed. I rose to a kneeling potion, and then without warning rammed my hard cock as deeply I could into her pussy. She moaned sharply, and tossed her head from side to side. "Oh yessss" She breathed, "Oh, fuck me harder Matt, shove your hard cock deep inside me." "Oh yeah" I said, and shoved my cock into her as deep as it would go. "You like that don't you?" I love it when she talks dirty to me during sex, it makes it feel so dirty and indecent. I rammed my cock into her faster, fucking her with reckless abandon, unable to concentrate on anything but how tight and warm her pussy felt. I began to feel to feel that familiar warm, tight sensation in my stomach that told me I was going to climax soon, so I stopped thrusting and back away for a second. She opened her eyes and looked up at me with a disappointed look on her face, I could tell she didn't want me to take my cock out of her pussy. "Were you close?" I asked, wanting very badly to come, but I don't like coming unless I make her come first. I loved making her come, the way she moans when she climaxes, and the feeling of her pussy clenching around my cock just sends me through the roof. "Yeah, I was pretty close, but..." she trailed off, and I knew what she was going to ask me I grinned, her shyness at a time like this turning me on even more. "You want me to fuck my doggy style so you can play with yourself, don't you?" She bit her lip and nodded, blushing a little, embarrassed that she wanted to do something dirty to herself while having sex with me. I laughed a bit, and slid off the bed, pulling her towards the edge with me. "I want you to play with yourself," I said, my cock growing harder with anticipation. "And I want you to come too." I flipped her over on her stomach, and she pushed herself hips upward, so she was kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of me. I stroked my shaft a few times as I looked at her, her ass up in the air, just waiting for me to dominate her, just waiting for me to shove my hard cock inside her so she could come. I grabbed her hips and placed the head of my cock on the lips of her pussy for just a moment and I slowly forced my cock inside her pussy. I let out a groan of pleasure, her pussy always felt so tight when I fucked her like this, and she let out a loud moan. I leant down and took one of her hand, and guided it between her legs, urging her to rub her clit to make her orgasm that much more intense. She moaned again and pushed her hips backwards onto my cock. "Oh gods Matt, fuck me!" She groaned, "I want you to come when I come, I want you to come inside me!" I started thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy slowly, I was already very close to coming, I could feel the heat in my get already, and I wanted to enjoy this for a while until she was ready to come too. She moaned into the pillow she was lying on, and I could feel the tips of her fingers brushing against my shaft as she rubbed herself. I could feel her pussy tightening slowly, and she began to moan louder, begging me to fuck her harder. My breathing became ragged and I started to thrust my hard cock into her wet pussy as hard as I could, her moans bringing me even closer to coming, but I forced myself to hold it off. "Ohhh..." she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Mmmm...Matt... Oh gods Matt, I'm going to come soon. Uhh, fuck me hard, and come inside me!!" I panted and rammed my cock into her as hard as I could, my grip tightening on her hips. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, my cock started to tight and hot and I could tell I was about to come. I thrust into her harder, and swallowed hard as I felt myself about to climax. "Oh gods!" She cried, and I felt her pussy start to clench around my cock. "Oh gods Matt, I'm coming...nyahh!" I felt her pussy spasm around my cock and I lost it, my orgasm took me at the same time, and I felt the unbelievable pressure release, "Uhhh" I groaned, and thrust my cock deep inside her, "I'm coming... ahhh... I'm coming!!" I groaned, and held hips and thrust my cock as deeply into her as it would go, releasing my semen deep inside her as she cried out from the intensity of her orgasm. I held onto my orgasm as long as I could, reveling in the feeling until I was spent, my energy totally gone. I let out a deep sigh, and collapsed on top of her for a moment, cherishing that completely satisfied feeling that ones gets from and orgasm. We stayed like that for a few seconds, and then she wiggled under me, complaining that I was heavy. I smiled, pushed myself off of her, removed the condom then collapsed on the bed, totally spent. She smiled, pulled the blanket up, and snuggled next to me, laying her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her. "I love you," I said, fighting the urge to yawn and failing miserably. She laughed softly. "I love you too hun, but we should take a rest for a little while, I have something else that's even more fun planned for a bit later." I smiled, pulled her closer to me, and began to drift off to sleep. Mmmm, I though as I drifted off, sleep... My eyes snapped open. Wait, I though, What else could she have planned!? Desert Rose Part one: All Along the Watch Tower I always was one to follow the rules. I was the perfect soldier my team leader once told me. I followed orders without question and always got the job done. My gunner, we all called him Tex, however was all about 'when I get out.' He was a slacker and always trying to get out of work and never cared about the rules. He had already sleep with all the women in our head quarts detachment before we were a month into the deployment. So one night when we were stuck on tower guard together it was no surprise when the conversation turned to his next conquest. "I think I'm going to try for Miller," Tex confided. I shook my head as I continued to watch the unchanging scenery. "What she's fucking hot!" He declared. "Ya," I conceded, "She's also our squad mate. You fucking her is like fucking a sister." "Man did they ever brain wash you," he mocked as he punched me in the shoulder. "Man you've seen that rack. They had to give her a vest a size too big just to contain 'em. Don't get me started on her southern bell accent and those curves, God! If it doesn't make you hard thinking of her and that tight ass, your fucking gay." I started to retort but just then I herd the sound of something whizzing past my head and a gun shot. "Fuck," we both shout as we crouch below the edge of the tower. I recover first and got behind the machinegun as I look for where the shot came from. Tex recovers just after me and starts calling in the situation report. The rest of our shift was uneventful, but we were too tense to really talk about anything. Tex and I were walking back from the tower when we happened to walk past private Miller. She was lounging outside her room on a folding chair. She wore the standard black army PT shorts and grey t-shirt. But she had taken and tied the shirt up so that it exposed her toned stomach and a good bit of cleavage too. Her shoulder length brunet hair was held back by her sunglasses resting on her head. She sat with one silken leg propped up on the arm of the chair as she rested. Her blue green eyes fluttered open as she heard our approach. "Hey boys," she called, "Heard ya'll had some action last night." "Hell yeah!" Tex exclaimed, " It was crazy you should have seen it." "It was just a pop shot from a sniper," I cut in. Tex, his thunder stolen and probably feeling cock blocked, glared at me. Miller giggled as she gave Tex a pat on the shoulder, "next time sugar." I found myself staring down the raised leg of her shorts and I noticed not only was she not wearing underwear, she had cut the liner out of the shorts. She shifted slightly and I got a full glimpse of her shaven pussy. I felt my soldier starting to stand too, and I suddenly felt vary uncomfortable. "I'm gon'a hit the showers," I announced not wanting to build any more spite from Tex and thinking to get away from the two. "That's right dirty boy you go get cleaned up," Miller teased me. I shuffled past Tex and as I passed miller she slapped me playfully across the ass. I looked back at her and she smiled mischievously at me. Her eyes were alight with what I could only describe as desire. "Where's my good game?" I asked acting indignant. She just laughed as she watched me walk away barely paying attention to anything Tex was saying. I thought of that look as I trekked through the sand bitterly called moon dust, for its fine dust like texture and ability to cling to everything, on my way to the shower trailers. "I'm just reading into it," I told myself, "It's just deployment goggles, a girl like her would never like a guy like me back home so why would she here. Unless she's desperate, but Miller desperate, ya that will be the day I grow wings and breath fire." I climb the stairs into the shower trailer as I continue to wonder and fantasies about Miller. I select a stall and start to undress. I let my mind wander and I start to see Miller, she's kneeling before me as she unbuttons my pants. She smiles up at me as her supple fingers reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my massive cock. She laughs excitedly as she prepares to take it into her mouth, then the sound of the door opening reminds me where I really am. I suddenly realize I'm standing naked in the male showers with a raging hard on. Hoping the newcomer hadn't really entered yet I quickly jump into the stall and turn on the water. I nearly scream as ice cold water rained down on me, thankfully and effectively killing my boner. "Was that you Ski?" came Tex's voice. "Yeah," I shout back trying to keep the quiver out of my voice as I adjust the water to a tolerable temperature. "Man that Miller is a worthless slut," Tex complained as he stripped. "What happened?" I asked knowing full well that if Tex was talking bad about a woman it was because she refused him. "Has soon as you left I tried putting my moves on her you know," he climbed into the shower next to mine as he continued, "and she said that she was flattered but she doesn't sleep with players. Can you believe that? Me a player? What ever. Dumb bitch." "Sure man," I tell him as I rinse the soap from my body, "you're the picture of celibacy." "Damn strait." he states and I couldn't suppress my laughter. "What," he ask, "what's so funny?" "If your celibate you never have sex," I explain with mounting laughter. "Oh like you," He jabbed back. "Hey I've had sex before," I snap back as I climbed out of the shower. "yeah," Tex taunted as he climbed out too, "When was the last time?" "Six years ago," I tried to act proud of that fact, as if it was a moral choice. But in truth I just sucked at picking up girls. I've been complimented enough on my looks I know they weren't my problem. It was I simply never picked up on the signals and eventually they would stop trying. "Six years!" Tex exclaimed in obvious shock. "My God man. No wonder you are so uptight. Brother you need to get laid." "Yeah, first priority when we get home," I said but Tex was already shaking his head. "No man, I mean like now." "You're a pervert." I say as I finish dressing and head to leave. I spent the next two days hearing plan after plan from Tex as he tried to find a woman he new he could hook me up with. Each suggestion I shot down, making up excuse after excuse. In reality I was really tempted by a couple of his ideas but ultimately my fear of being caught or my lack of self-confidence won out. The third day started out the same, but just as me and Tex went to report for our tower guard shift our platoon sergeant stopped us. Miller was with him combat dressed, gear and all. I almost laughed at her looking so small inside her gear, still it did little to discredit her figure. "Tex, come with me. Miller is taking your shift." Me and Tex exchange looks then he shrugs and starts walking away with our platoon sergeant. He waves at me as he shouts back over his shoulder, "Hey virgin, Don't do anything I wouldn't do." I shake my head as Miller and I head to the tower. The first hour up in the tower passed uncomfortably as we both stood just staring at the unchanging terrain. I felt like I should say something but all I could think of was how hot she was and a few perverse jokes I had picked up from Tex. The final rays of sunlight were just disappearing over the horizon when Miller looked at me, "you got first watch?" she asked. "Um sure," I said not really knowing what I just agreed to. She smiled at me and again, even in the failing light, I saw that hint of desire spark in her eyes. She squatted down below the chest high wall of the tower, and started removing her gear. "What are you doing?" I asked trying my best to sound disapproving. "You said you'd take first watch," she said some confusion in here voice, "in half an hour or so we'll switch and you can relax a bit and I'll keep watch. You and Tex never did this?" "No," I stated flatly. "You know how much trouble we both would get into if some one found out about this?" "Relax," she sat down and stretched her back, pushing out her breast under her skin tight combat shirt. "As long as we do our hourly radio checks no one will bother us." I didn't like it but I knew I'd look like a loser if I argued farther. She leaned back against the wall of the tower as she lit a cigarette, she offered me one witch I accepted. After she had a few drags from her cigarette she looked at me and asked, "are you really a virgin?" "No," I said with a long sigh, "It's just Tex's way of teasing me." "About what?" she asked as she crossed her legs and leaned forward. "I'd rather not get anyone else in on it. His harassment is enough for this deployment." "I wont tease you, I promise." she sounded like a little girl begging for a pony. But still I shook my head no. "Is it that you haven't been laid in a while?" The brief flash of surprise was all she needed to know she guessed right. "how long has it been?" "Your not going to leave this alone," I asked. She enthusiastically shook her head a childish smile on her face. "Six years, it'll be seven next week." I sighed defeated, waiting for her laugh or taunt, but nothing came. I looked at her and saw her staring at me, her look was a mix of pity and amazement. I looked into her eyes and could see that the hint of desire that was there was now a blaze of lustful wanting. "Six years," she breathed. "We need to fix that." I rolled my eyes, "Great now I got you saying it too," I griped, "Who you going to try and get me to screw?" She grinned up at me as she rolled onto her knees. She moved closer and I started to back away. "What are you doing?" I nearly shouted. "Fixing it," she said as if it were obvious. She moved closer again and again I backed away. "What? Don't you want your dick sucked?" I couldn't refuse that I wanted it but my morals refused to relent, this is wrong. "I do," I said pleadingly, "but we cant do it here, what if we are attacked, or worse someone catches us." "Your right," she relented and I relaxed a bit. She smiled at me alluringly as she sat back against the wall just under our mounted machine gun. I tried to stand behind the weapon but she was in my way. I looked down at her to ask her to move but my words caught in my throat as I saw her un tuck her shirt and with one hand she started to fondle her breast. Her other hand undid her belt and the top button of her pants then descended down the front of her panties. She started to moan and gyrate as she pleasured herself. She looked up at me and when she saw I was watching she said, "No way mister by the rules. Eyes front soldier boy. You didn't want me to suck you little trooper so you don't get to watch me play with my gear." When I continued to watch her she kicked a foot up between my legs, thankfully because of the close quarters she missed my crotch but the tow of her boot cracked me right in my ass. Taking her seriousness I once more looked out at the horizon. I did my best to keep my eyes outward as I listened to her gasp and moan at her self gratification. Soon though my eyes drifted back down to her. She had taken off her shirt and let her hair down out of its bun. Her sports braw was pulled up exposing her breast to the cooling night air. But what really got my attention was when I noticed that she had fully unbuttoned her pants and was pulling aside her panties with one hand as she fingered herself with the other. I watched breathlessly as she worked her hands. My vantage point didn't afford a good view but I could easily imagine the sight. When she tilted her head back and saw me watching once more, she kicked her heal into mine and I once more looked out. Her moans became louder and more frequent as she started to near an orgasm. I was so caught up in remembering what I saw and listening to her cries that I hadn't realized that I had began rubbing my cock through the bulge in my pants. She suddenly went silent and I looked down to see her locked at the peak of her tension trying to scream so loud that nothing came out. Then she came, and breathed out a sigh of release. She looked up at me as she regained her breath and her senses. She let me watch as she brought her dripping wet fingers up to her mouth before she once more kicked me. "did you like that?" she asked. "Yes," I said with a bit more enthusiasm then I meant to show. "Good," her seductive tone making my throbbing dick ache even more. "You broke the rules, now you have to pay." "What?" I asked a little stunned "You watched me instead of keeping watch," she stated, "now you have to keep watch as I watch you please yourself," she ordered. I started to protest but her boot grinding on my toes shut me up. I unfastened my belt and unbuttoned the top of my pants then reached down the front of my boxer briefs. Or rather started to when she grinded her boot on mine again. "Ouch!" I cried as I looked down at her. "What I was doing what you said, what do you want?" "I said you had to let me watch, I want to see your big gun." she said. Then added with another stomp on my foot, "And don't argue with your mistress." I started to argue but then thought better of it. I undid the other buttons of my pants then pushed all the fabric down until I was able to pull out my dick. My mind may have been refusing to play along with Miller's game but my body had no qualms and even seemed to be enjoying it. My shaft was the hardest I had ever felt it and even I was surprised at how large it had grown. I held it firmly and began to slide my hand along its hard fleshy length. I felt her breath on my balls as she leaned in close to me and pulled my clothes to my ankles. I started to stroke more fervently but she ordered me to slow down. I looked down at her and saw that she was once more playing with herself as she watched me stroke my manhood. When she saw that I was watching she grabbed my balls and pulled just enough to make me look away. Once I was looking out again she began fondling my balls. "Faster," she cooed, and her warm breath on my cock was all the encouragement I needed. She stated to moan again and I couldn't help but look down at her. She had completely stripped and was now sitting on her legs as she was again fingering herself, she was fixated on my cock like a charmed snake. I held that image in my mind as I looked away before she noticed I was watching. I listed to her moans as I continued to speed up my pace. "That's it dirty boy, stroke your cock for your mistress," she muttered. "Yes mistress," I managed to grunt as I felt like I was near my limits. "dose the dirty boy want to give his mistress his cum?" Her mouth was near the head of my cock and her every word edged me closer to my climax. "Yes mistress," I gasped, "I want to cum mistress." "Cum for me dirty boy," she whispered into my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. I exploded and kept exploding for what seemed like an eternity. I cried out with my release and I heard her cry out in surprise and enjoyment. It took all I had to stay standing as glob after glob of cum poured from my dick. When I could finally open my eyes and see strait I looked down at my mistress. She was smiling up at me as she wiped at the cum that had missed her mouth and landed on her face and tits. "Did you enjoy that?" she purred as she licked the last bit of my cum from her large round tits. "Yes mistress." I groaned as I closed my eyes, my vision starting to blur again. "Do you want more?" She asked slyly. "Yes mistress," I mutter, "Please tell me how to please you mistress." I heard her shuffle and when I opened my eyes I saw her crawling out from in front of me and toward her discarded gear. I feel my erection renewing as I glimpsed her wet pussy. Her cum ran all along her inner thighs and had even run down her ass crack. She sat back on her heals and when she saw me looking she slapped my bare ass and pointed out toward my sector. I heard her grunt as she put her protective vest on over her head and fastened the bindings. I then heard her stand and walk around behind me as I recognized the click of a helmet strap being fastened. I sensed more then felt her press up behind me, our vest making it hard to feel anything where it covered. "Its your turn," she whispered in my ear as she nibbled on its lobe. I start to turn but a stiff shove held me facing forward. Suddenly she brought something around in front of me and wrapped it around my eyes. The fabric was soft and I idly wondered what it was. Her fingers brushed my cheek as she unsnapped my Kevlar helmet . With the binding around my eyes she urged me to kneel and as I got to my knees I felt my helm pulled from my head. I strained to hear what she was doing as the sound of my helmet bouncing on the concrete floor echoed in the tower. The radio crackled as the first tower started the sequence of radio checks. The bindings loosened as Miller reached for the radio and as the binding slipped from my eyes I used the opportunity to catch a glimpse of her. She stood there watching the horizon as she waited for our turn in the sequence. She was completely naked except for her vest, helmet, and boots. The weight of the vest flattened her breast so that they seemed as though they would pop from the pressure. I Suddenly realized that my makeshift blindfold was actually her panties and as she commenced with her radio check I tried to work the blind fold where I might taste it. She set the radio down and noticed I had been peeping. With a sharp tug she reset the blind fold and I was once more in the dark. I felt her move as she leaned to my right and I herd the sound or a course fabric being quickly drawn through another fabric. She stood again and when I felt something wrap around my blindfold and tighten at the back of my head I realized she had used her belt to ensure my blind fold wouldn't loosen. "Naughty boy," she chided seductively as she stepped back away from me. I turned my head so I could hear her better as she continued to berate me, "You looked when I didn't give you permission, now you will have to be punished." "Yes mistress," I said. I suddenly realized just how much I was truly enjoying this, not just breaking the rules or the sexual gratification, but the loss of control and power. I truly was excited by letting her take control. "Punish me mistress, I've been bad." I beg as I try to figure out where she is. Her voice comes from my right side and above me, "Put your arms behind your back." I did as she commanded and I felt her bend over and pull my belt from my pants. She grabbed one arm and wrapped the belt around my wrist, she then brought it down to the other and bound its wrist too. I had little doubt I could free myself easily but just then I didn't want to. She pulled the quick release on my vest and it fell to the tower floor. She grabbed my combat shirt and raised it up over my head and down my arms until it got caught up with my bindings. "Face me," she ordered as she once more stood behind me. I complied and couldn't suppress a smile as I heard her moan, "ooh, your hotter then I thought." I felt her gentle fingers on my neck as she traced its side, then she moved her hands down to trace my collar bone. Then lower still as she groped my muscular chest, teasing my nipples as she did so. I could feel her body heat on my face as she sauntered closer. I felt a weight on my shoulder and as I smelled her scent I guessed it was her leg. Her foot at my back confirmed my guess and she used it to urge me closer to her dripping wet cunt. She grabbed my head and pushed me into her as she ordered, "lick it." I licked her moist lips savoring the bitter tang of her nectar. She sighed in pleasure and pushed her hips forward as I used my tongue to gently part her lips. I moaned, using the low note to add stimulation as I began massaging her clit with my tongue. She forced my head back slightly as she tried to get my mouth even deeper between her full tight lips. I kept up the moaning as best I could as she started rocking her hips on my face. Desert Rose "Oh yes," she moaned, "Suck on my clit dirty boy." I complied as I took her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it. I couldn't help but smirk as I gently bit her clit and she cried out in painful pleasure. As I released her clit and started to probe deeper she suddenly withdrew from me. "Mistress?" I said a little confused. I suddenly heard the sound of her vest hitting the tower floor at the same time as her Kevlar. "Mistress?" I called again and when she didn't answer I began trying to work my hands free, "Miller? What's going on?" I was still struggling against my binds when she once more threw her leg over my shoulder and lowered her pussy to my face. Startled I tried to throw her off, but she rode out my flailing laughing all the while. Once I calmed down I once again worked my tongue into her sweet sex. Her love channel was succulent and tight even on my tongue. I began moaning once more as I lapped deeper and deeper in her pussy. Her cries of pleasure urged me on as I tried every trick I knew to get her to cum. As I began to think I wouldn't be able to get her off she started to grind my face harder. "Oh yes," she cried, "Right there, keep doing that. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop!" I keep licking deep inside her and moaning as I took heart knowing she was near climaxing. I felt her hand vigorously rub her clit as her breathing started coming in short gasp. Then she came and I drank greedily of her flowing ambrosia as she quivered and convulsed with her orgasm. When she had once more regained her breath she rubbed my short cropped hair as she said, "Good boy." "Thank you mistress," I moaned. I groaned my disappointment when I felt her once more pull away from me. I turned a curious ear her way as I heard a back pack open and its contents being shifted around. "I knew I brought it," she exclaimed. "Brought what mistress?" "You'll find out," she replied playfully as she returned to rummaging in her pack. I was surprised when I realized my mind was already compensating for my loss of sight. I found I could 'see' her as she stood up and walked over to me. "Stand," she ordered. I quickly rolled back onto my feet and with little difficulty stood and faced her. She pressed her voluptuous breast against my chest as she ran some kind of strap across the back of my neck. She fed each end loosely under my arms then tied them behind my back. Next she reached down and started gently stroking my once again hard cock. I tried to suppress a groan of pleasure but it was futile and the groan soon escaped my lips. "Do you like when I do this?" Her playful tone simply heightened my arousal. "Yes mistress," I sigh as she began stroking harder. "Please give me more mistress. I need more Mistress," I softly beg. Without a word she kneels down and takes me into her mouth. She takes my eight inch shaft all the way down to the base. My body shivers in excitement as she slowly backs off my spear moaning as she dose so. When she reaches my head I start to ease forward thinking she was going to reverse and take my cock again but instead she takes my dick from her scarlet lips and once more starts stroking my shaft. I knew my disappointment was obvious but I had little choice given my state. My disappointment only grew when she let go of my cock. After a short silence my disappointment turned to surprise and a bit of fear as I heard a plastic click, then an electric vibrating hum. "ready for your present dirty boy?" she asked as the fingers of one of her hands reached between my legs and massaged my asshole. I swallow hard as I contemplated if it was going to be worth continuing this game. But she gives it to me before I can reply. The fingers massaging my ass slid forward, brushing my balls, then take hold of my cock. I feel the vibrations before I feel the ring. She slid the vibrating cock ring down along my shaft. About a quarter of the way down it stats to get tight but she continues to stroke it down until it rest snugly at the base of my dick. The vibrations of the ring made me feel as though I was going to cum right then but the tightness of it made me feel as if it would be impossible for me to do so. "It should help you last longer," she said as she once more stood. She took hold of the straps she had made at my shoulders and began using them to pull me forward. "Not to mention make it more fun." She stopped backing up but continued to pull me in close. Her mouth found mine as our bodies pressed together and her tongue forced its way into my mouth. Our tongues rolled and twist in each others mouths as her arms reached under mine and took hold of the strap at the base of my neck. She raised one leg and wrapped it around my waist. She pulled on the strap as she used it to pull herself up then lower herself onto my cock. My head slipped into her easily and once I was in she pulled again on the strap and wrapped her other leg around me. Holding the strap she lowered herself until she was completely impaled on my dick. "Oh God," I groan as her weight on my dick seamed to amplify the intensity of the cock ring. "Oh fuck yes!" she cried out as she began bouncing herself on my pole. I start bobbing my legs adding to her bounce. "Oh yes!" she cried over and over again as she road higher and I plunged deeper with each bounce. She began bouncing so high that her breast started to slap my face and I opened my mouth trying to catch one of her bouncing orbs. It seemed as though we had just started when I felt her pussy tighten and she cried out in orgasm. I myself was so close but when she started to slow and simply ride with my bucking I knew I had to do something if I was going to climax. I started to work my hand free as I continued to use my legs to bounce her. Finally the belt fell free and I violently reached forward and grabbed her sides. She cried out in surprise as I forced her to her earlier momentum. Her surprise quickly turned to ecstasy. I started thrusting into her savagely as I felt like I was going to explode but still I couldn't get my release. She became lost in multiple orgasms as my need for release intensified to the point I thought I would die. Suddenly I came, exploding deep inside her. We both cried into the night as my cock pumped load after load inside her. I nearly dropped her and fell over as I came to the end of my climax. I helped her climb off me and we stood there leaning against the wall of the guard tower as our breathing slowed back to normal. "I...you..." I started to say but she suddenly grabbed my face and started to kiss me. She kissed me so forcefully and I felt such passionate heat in it I never wanted it to stop. But as our breath ran out we had to brake it. She removed my blindfold and starred deep into my eyes and as she started to speak I interrupted her with a burning kiss of my own. We dressed shortly there after and spent the remainder of our shift making out and flirting to pass the time. Once off duty we went back to our normal routine trying to keeping our night of passion a secret. We tried to act as though nothing went on, but we couldn't help finding each other's gaze during briefings or longing smiles when we saw one another. It wasn't long before the rumors started to circulate that we were lovers but for our own protection we denied it all. I often found myself daydreaming about her and that trilling night. And I couldn't deny myself that I wanted another. Three days after that mind blowing night I came back from the showers to find a note on my bed I opened it and it read, "Your truck tonight at 0200. Your mistress commands it." I smiled as I tossed the letter into the fire pit.