Ball Buster

by Rebecca Wilde

  BALL BUSTER

  an erotic fantasy

  by Rebecca Wilde

  EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING: This book contains extreme hardcore sexual and graphic content. It is intended only for mature (18+) readers and audiences.

  PROLOGUE

  “We have to leave for the airport soon!” Josh called upstairs to Madison’s loft.

  “I know, I know! I’m already packed!” Madison called down to her roommate and sometimes drunken lover. “Relax, Josh. We’ve plenty of time.”

  “I want to drop you off early!” Josh replied. “No more of your last minute crap, Madison! We need to leave soon!”

  The newspaper reporter carried her bag downstairs into their shared living room. “You worry too much, Josh. You need to relax more.”

  Josh lustfully examined his roommate’s hot body in her tight fitting outfit before issuing a retort. “You know you need to be at the airport early for an international flight, Madison. Because of the security checks.”

  “You and your silly rules. I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.”

  A look of seriousness fell over Josh’s face. “I can’t stop. I’m worried about you, Madison. The warzone is dangerous. Are you sure you have to go there in person? It’s not too late to turn the story down.”

  “I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m fighting or anything. I’m just writing a story. And yes, I have to be there in person to conduct my interviews.”

  “I know, I know, but I’m still worried.”

  “I’m glad you’re so worried.” Madison smiled and kissed Josh on his lips. “What would I do without you?” Madison asked.

  “Be late to the airport.” Josh joked.

  Madison laughed and trailed her hand lazily down Josh’s shirt. “You know, I see right through you. You’re really worried I’ll fall in love with some hot stud overseas and forget all about my life here.”

  “I’m worried about your safety, Madison.”

  “Sure you are. Josh, there’s nothing to worry about there, I’m staying on base.” Madison paused before continuing. ”Are you sure that’s all you’re worried about?”

  “Mostly.” Josh admitted. “You’re my favorite roommate. I don’t want you getting hurt and I don’t want you falling in love with some soldier boy.”

  Madison laughed. “Your favorite, huh? Josh, I’m you’re only roommate. I’ll be fine, silly. Besides, you know me, I’m not the fall in love type.”

  “Yeah, don’t I know it.” Josh glanced at the clock. “You want to leave now?”

  Madison glanced at Josh’s crotch before answering. “No.”

  “What?”

  “Josh, what the hell kind of sendoff are you giving me? I’m going to war…”

  “As a reporter.” Josh corrected.

  Madison continued. “I’m going to war and you want my last memory of you to be bitching about the lines at the airport and saying you’re worried?” Madison smiled wickedly at her roommate.

  Josh smiled, recognizing the look in Madison’s eye. “Did you have something else in mind?”

  “You know I do.” Madison chuckled as she squatted down in front of Josh and unzipped his jeans, pulling Josh’s flaccid dick out.

  Taking hold of Josh’s manhood, Madison began to lick Josh’s cock, encircling Josh’s dick with her tongue and feeling it hardening in her mouth.

  “Oh, Madison.”

  Madison gazed up into Josh’s eyes as he fumbled to undo his belt. Once undone, Madison released Josh’s hard dick from her oral embrace and eased Josh’s pants off.

  With his jeans removed, Madison again lowered to her knees, taking Josh’s dick into her hand to steady it before her mouth devoured his length. Madison’s head bobbed up and down, starting off hard and fast. Madison, sucked Josh’s penis while Josh placed his hands on the top of Madison’s head.

  “Oh, Madison.”

  After several minutes of deep throating Josh, Madison removed her mouth from Josh’s dick and stood. With his hard cock still within arm’s reach, Madison removed all her clothing. Josh did the same until both roommates stood completely naked.

  “I want to remember you just like this.” Madison told Josh. “And this is how I want you to remember me.”

  “This is the sendoff you deserve.” Josh replied.

  “You’re dropping me off at the airport, but I want you to lift me up now.” Madison purred.

  Wasting no time, Josh lifted the lighter woman up and held her against his hard chest. Madison reached for Josh’s dick and once she had it, Josh lowered Madison slightly as the reporter lined Josh’s cock with the entrance to her pussy. With a slight upward thrust and after lowering Madison even more, Josh inched his dick into Madison’s cunt.

  “Oh, shit.”

  “Fuck.”

  Pushing up, Josh thrust inch after inch of his manhood into Madison’s tight mound.

  Firmly inside his “friend with benefits”, Josh began to fuck Madison as he held her up by her ass cheeks. Josh’s hips slammed against Madison’s warm center over and over. Madison assisted Josh by wrapping her arms around his neck as Josh rammed his dick again and again into Madison’s willing pussy. Josh’s hands cupped Madison’s ass, holding her up as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her.

  As the fucking continued, Madison began whimpering as her eyes pleaded for more of Josh’s hard cock.

  Josh increased the tempo as Madison bit her lower lip.

  Feeling Madison’s thighs begin to tremble, Josh continued to pound Madison’s pussy as he held her. As Madison’s whole body began to shake from the force of his plunging cock, Josh fucked Madison harder and harder.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Josh felt Madison’s pussy tighten around his dick as it began to convulse with an orgasm. Madison’s thighs quivered against Josh as she cried out in ecstasy.

  “Fuck!” Madison cried. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

  Madison came in waves with Josh holding Madison in place as her body shook in his arms.

  After her orgasm lessened, Madison began to buck against Josh’s hard shaft again, wanting Josh to resume his pounding.

  With the added heat and dampness of Madison’s pussy around his cock, Josh felt his balls tighten as he thrust one last time up into Madison.

  “Oh, Madison!” Josh screamed.

  Josh shot his cum deep inside his roommate as Madison bit down hard on her lower lip again.

  After cumming, Josh’s dick fell out of Madison’s vagina. Josh carefully dropped Madison to the ground.

  Once on her feet again, Madison glanced at the clock on the wall.

  “Oh, shit, Josh! We’re going to be late for the airport! Get dressed!”

  ONE

  Dust kicked up as the military helicopter, a UH60 Blackhawk, sat down on the dirt helipad. Madison followed the two soldiers out of the aircraft as they ran towards the one person reception committee. The blades on the helicopter continued to whirl. Madison passed another soldier, with a bandage on his head, moving the other way, loading onto the helicopter as she moved away from it.

  Once the wounded soldier climbed in, the helicopter crew chief closed the side door and the “bird” took off into the sky.

  Within seconds, Madison could hear herself think again as the Blackhawk became a speck in the distance.

  The soldiers Madison had ridden to the Forward Operating Base, or FOB, with passed the soldier waiting patiently next to the helipad. The other passengers, the soldiers, or operators as Madison knew they preferred to be called, knew their way around the FOB and moved out towards their destination. Madison didn’t know where to go.

  “Madison?” The female soldier waiting on the edge of the helipad asked.

  “The same.”

  The two women shook hands. “My na
me’s Sergeant Allred. Welcome to FOB Vengeance.”

  “Thank you. What should I call you, Sergeant Allred?”

  “Sergeant Allred is fine, ma’am. Is that your only bag?”

  “It is.”

  “Excellent. Follow me.”

  Madison followed the female soldier towards a building which appeared to be half concrete bunker, half plywood shack.

  “Does it always smell like this here?” Madison asked as she struggled to keep up with Sergeant Allred’s pace.

  “Like what, ma’am?”

  “Never mind.”

  Sergeant Allred opened a plywood door revealing a small room. The room contained two cots, several bags and various military items lining the walls.

  “So you and me are going to be bunkmates during your stay, ma’am.”

  “Please call me Madison.”

  “Alight, Madison.” Sergeant Allred finally cracked a smile at the civilian reporter. “That’s your cot there.”

  “I’m sorry to intrude on your space.”

  “Not all, ma’am. I mean, Madison.”

  “How many other females are on this outpost?”

  “It’s a Forward Operating Base, not an outpost.”

  Now Madison smiled. “How many other girls are here with us on this Forward Operating Base, then?”

  “Just me and you.”

  “Oh.”

  Madison placed her bag on the cot Sergeant Allred assigned her to and took out her notebook and pen.

  “Just one female here? Interesting.” The reporter wrote some notes before continuing. “Very interesting. And what’s your job on this base?”

  “Sometimes I accompany the patrols into the village.”

  “To win the hearts and minds of the locals?”

  “No. More to search the females to make sure they’re not packing guns and bombs.”

  Madison wrote some more. “Oh. That must be hard.”

  Sergeant Allred laughed. “Oh, it is. More often than you think. I got me the best job in the Army.”

  “How’s that?”

  Sergeant Allred lowered her voice. “I’m the only chick within a hundred miles and have my pick of any single man I want here.”

  “Really?” Madison took some more notes. “Any man?”

  “Oh yeah. Almost any. It’s awesome.”

  “So I guess you’ve been briefed on why I’m going to be embedded here for a few days?”

  “Human interest piece.”

  “Exactly. My readers what to know the human side of the war.”

  “Got it. The CO wanted to meet you when you touched down so whenever you’re ready…”

  “CO?”

  “CO means Commanding Officer. Captain Johnson.”

  “Let me change my shirt first.” Madison explained as she peeled off her sweatshirt and dug a T-shirt out of her bag.

  “No problem.” Sergeant Allred unashamedly watched Madison strip down to her bra and slide the tight-fitting T-shirt on over her athletic frame.

  “Ready or not...” Madison explained, wanting to get to work and well aware Sergeant Allred watched her undress.

  “Follow me.”

  As Sergeant Allred led Madison across the FOB, the attractive reporter continued to take notes. “So you date some of the guys here?”

  “I wouldn’t call it dating.”

  “And what are the rules…” Madison couldn’t finish her sentence as Sergeant Allred led the reporter to the workout area of the FOB. Under some camouflage netting, Madison observed a shirtless soldier bench pressing an impressive amount of weight. “Who’s that?” Madison asked after losing her train of thought when she witnessed the attractive soldier working out.

  “That ma’am, is the CO, Captain Johnson.”

  “Really?” Madison examined the senior officer, imagining what lay under his uniform pants. “He’s quite a man.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Between us girls, I wouldn’t mind a piece of him.”

  “It’ll never happen.” Sergeant Allred explained. “The CO is all business.”

  “We’ll see about that.” Madison whispered to herself as Sergeant Allred introduced the reporter to her hot commanding officer.

  TWO

  “Sir, this is the reporter we’re expecting. Her name is Madison.”

  Captain Johnson benched his weight and stood up, sweat glistening off his firm abs and broad chest. Madison held out her hand.

  The FOB commander shook Madison’s outstretched hand and went back to lifting weights. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. Sergeant Allred…”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’ll conduct my interview at oh nine hundred tomorrow. Until then, the civilian is your responsibility.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Dismissed.”

  Sergeant Allred took Madison by the elbow and directed her away from her commander. Once they’d rounded the corner, Madison spoke. “He’s hot.”

  “You think?”

  “What’s his story?”

  “He’s a good officer. One of the best.”

  “I mean personally.”

  “Single, but by the book. You can forget about him.”

  “Easier said than done. Another thing, Sergeant Allred?”

  “Yes.”

  “What time is oh nine hundred again?”

  “Nine in the morning.”

  “Oh, yeah. Thanks. I keep getting that stuff confused.”

  Sergeant Allred showed Madison around the small military base, explaining the chow hall hours, where the bunkers were positioned in case of a mortar attack and finally, the location of the Tactical Operations Center.

  At the TOC, Sergeant Allred introduced Madison to the Noncommissioned Officer In Charge, or NCOIC. “And this, Madison, is Master Sergeant Thomas.”

  The TOC NCOIC shook the reporter’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Madison. I understand I’m one of the people you wanted to interview?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Please call me, sergeant. Only commissioned officers are addressed by ‘sir’.”

  “Really?” Madison wrote in her notebook. “I didn’t know that.”

  “When did you want to interview me?”

  “How about now?”

  “Now works for me. Sergeant Allred…”

  “Yes, sergeant.”

  “That’s all.”

  “Yes, sergeant. See you later, Madison.”

  “Nice to meet you, Sergeant Allred.”

  The only other female on base left Master Sergeant Thomas and Madison alone.

  “So what’s behind those doors, Master Sergeant Thomas?”

  “Just ‘Sergeant Thomas’, please. That is the TOC, the Tactical Operations Center, the operations hub of the FOB.”

  “Oh. And you’re in charge of that?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Can I see it?”

  “No, ma’am. I’m afraid we have classified things in there.” Master Sergeant Thomas directed Madison to some nearby chairs and the pair sat down. “The TOC is off limits to civilians. Besides, I’m to understand these are personal interviews unrelated to the war. This is as far as you can go.”

  Madison wrote in her notebook. “So tell me about yourself, Sergeant Thomas. Where’re you from and why did you sign up?”

  Master Sergeant Thomas spoke about his military career and life on the FOB for over thirty minutes until Madison directed the conversation back to the commanding officer. “So tell me about your commander, Captain Johnson.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Is he as good in bed as he looks?” Madison thought.

  “For starters, what’s his nickname?”

  “Ma’am?”

  “Come on, sergeant. All COs have a nickname. Even I know that.”

  “Ball Buster.”

  Madison blushed. “What’s that again?”

  “The men call him the ‘Ball Buster’.”

  Madison wrote the nickname down as she smiled
. “And why is that?”