Kiara has been punished and is now starting to get her reward... nervous and exposed, she's in a mans hands now and willing to be taken.
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Chapter 3 of 4 in Story 1
As suddenly as the spanking started, it stopped. Kiara didn't move, but neither did her Drill Sergeant. What he was doing, she had no idea, she couldn't feel or hear him moving. She lay on the desk, still braced with her face buried in her own dirty underwear, her running shorts damp around her ankles. She had no idea what would follow next. Slowly, her breathing rate relaxed and her chest stopped heaving so violently. Her position was uncomfortable, so she moved. In a slow deliberate motion, she began to rise from the desk and turned to face the Drill Sergeant who had so recently disciplined her.
He was red faced and breathing heavily. He had a surprised expression on his face and Kiara wondered why. As she did so she felt a bead of juice run down the inside of her leg. Maybe she wasn't supposed to be so turned on by the spanking she'd received. They made eye contact. She was was still breathing deeply and gulped, composing herself. Slowly, she slipped off her shorts and flip flops. Sitting back on the edge of his desk slightly she spread her legs a little, an invitation. Or perhaps more accurately, a plead. Her Drill Sergeant didn't move, his eyes moved down to once again rest on her dribbling pussy. Now that she could see it for herself, she could see that it was bright pink and swollen looking, it seemed like all the blood in her body was flooding to the area, her pretty little pussy blushing under the mans gaze.
She had never had sex before, but she regularly touched herself, so turned to what she knew and began to softly touch herself. Three fingers gently rubbed the outside of her pussy, moving in small circles over her slit and clit. One finger split her pussy lips, running up and down between them through her slit. She let out a small shudder of a moan and her lips parted slightly. Her Drill Sergeant made a slight move, barely noticeable, but his hand flinched towards her. He wanted her, badly. The tightness previously observed in his trousers was now a straining bulge. She traced the length of his shaft with her eyes and swallowed nervously. One thing was for sure, he was bigger than her fingers.
Reciprocating the slight movement of her Drill Sergeant, Kiara's pussy-free hand instinctively reached out towards him. This was it, decision time. There was no going back now. Her pussy was dripping wet as she rubbed it on his desk, one way or another this tension was going to come to a head. She wanted him, he wanted her. How would he react? Would lust override his professionalism? Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mouth was bone dry and her throat crackled with adrenaline. After leaving her inviting hand hanging momentarily, finally he took it. She gave the slightest pull towards her and he took over.
Swiping her hand off her pussy, he sank in one motion to his knees and took her in his mouth. Hungrily his tongue flicked out in search of the beads of pussy juice that had formed inside her and sought an escape through her lips. Softly kissing her pussy he moved up to her clit, flicking and teasing it with his tongue. He latched on to her clit, sucking on it hard as his fingers found the entrance to her pussy, She felt two fingers splitting her pussy lips. He had thick, rough fingers and they felt scratchy against the soft folds of her pussy's lips. Silently, she was thankful that she had been fingering herself and was so well lubricated. Those fingers and what she had spied in his trousers were sure to stretch her out.
As soon as his rough fingers had spread apart her lips, the Drill Sergeant wasted no time plunging his fingers up inside her. He felt his fingers hit her hymen and he stopped in suprise. Clearly, having seen this girl naked outdoors and then get so wet both before and during punishment, he hadn't expected her to be a virgin. She felt his uncertainty, and bore her hips down on his hand, grinding into his face and feeling his fingers stretch her further. He took the hint and returning to use his tongue along the folds of her lips and back to her clit but was careful with his fingers. He was saving her for now.
Kiara was sat on the edge of her Drill Sergeants desk, legs spread and having her pussy eaten out by a man significantly older than her. He was in his 40s at least and she was barely 19. It was getting hot and musky in the small office so she pulled off her rough issue t-shirt. Her chest was flushed a bright pink and she was heaving up and down as the pleasure spread from her pussy. Her Drill Sergeant saw her top fly off and followed suit. He took unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt and loosened his tie before pulling both off in one. He had a white tank top beneath that already looked to be dotted with sweat. Making eye contact, she could see a glisten on his face where her pussy had smeared its juices across both mouth and chin. Seeing her spread on his desk like this was too much and he pulled her face in to kiss her hard. He held a hand to the back of her head, his hand finding her military-standard bun on the back of her head and pulling it loose. This allowed him better purchase to push his fingers into her red hair and find a solid grip. Being kissed so hard, she could taste herself on his lips and tongue as he pushed into his mouth. This was all so new. The two boys she had kissed before had been as nervous and timid as her and neither had kissed her like this. This wasn't just her pussy she could taste, it was control and passion and it was driving her mad. She was melting in his strong grip and in that moment she was completely his. His office seemed like another world, away from the intense pressure of a military training environment.
The Drill Sergeant found Kiara's sports bra and taking hold, began to lift it up over her head. As he did so, her tits sprung out, free of their tight confinement. Her nipples were already well alert to what was going on, standing tall in the musky office air. As she lifted her arms to allow the bra to come completely off, she lost balance perched on the edge and gripped the back of his neck, literally falling for him. Having cast her bra dismissively to the side, he brought his hands down her body to her ass, lifting her. She was raised up with startling ease and impressed by his veteran strength. She was raised high enough so that her heavy breasts were level with his mouth. He clamped onto her right nipple and sucked hard. So hard in fact that she squealed and arched her back. His mouth didn't move as the suction only intensified to keep her nipple in place. After the shock of the initial pain quickly subsided, a spiky sharp pleasure replaced it. It felt amazing and she was ecstatic when he switched the the other nipple and the process started all over again. As he left one nipple and went to the other, the air stiffened them further as it breezed over her moist skin and she moaned with pleasure.
Both her nipples and pussy had felt the attention of his mouth now. She was panting, flushed and shivering and was ready for him. Setting her down he stepped back, admiring her body and the affect her was having upon her. She could see his eyes taking her in, his hands went to his trousers and he undid them. Dropping them to his ankles, his underwear followed. Now, she could finally see it, her prize.