Over the Desk

by Nawtay Brat

  “Okay… okay! I’m a dirty slut, and I fuck with people’s lives!”

  “And?” The head of his dick circles my wet puckered asshole. My ass cheeks clench; my whole body goes tense. I’m terrified at the thought of what might come next.

  “And… I like to take it up the ass, okay?” My hands grip the sheets tight; I bite down hard on a pillow. Is he really going to…

  My back arches and my toes curl when I feel my Mr. Wilson penetrating my tight asshole. He grabs hold of my waist, holding me in place as I squirm. My ass cheeks clench shut around his dick.

  “No. You’re going to take it,” he says, pulling my head back by the hair, “all the way.”

  The pain is intense—more than I could have imagined. And yet, something compels me to let him in deeper.

  His girth works its way into my ass, lubricated by his precum and my own juices. I have to scream. I can’t hold back.

  Every nerve ending inside burns with a new kind of pain and an odd kind of pleasure. Mr. Wilson is balls deep in my ass now.

  My mind goes numb. My eyes flutter with the tingling pleasure. Am I… enjoying this?

  The pain is so subtle now. My body writhes in the sheets, losing control to the strange electricity invading my senses.

  He thrusts himself into me, balls slamming hard against my clit. The muscles of my anus contract, wringing the length of his stiff dick.

  He huffs and groans, punishing my ass with heavy-handed swipes. Hot beads of sweat pour from his forehead and pool at the small of my back. He’s drilling into me so deep. I might pass out.

  My legs cramp and my body twinges. Something feels different. A new sensation is building deep inside, emanating from my core like liquid fire.

  My breaths quicken. My toes flex and spasm. I spread my legs to assist his entry.

  But then his thrusts slow to a halt. No… it all feels too good. Don’t stop now!

  He yanks hard on my hair again with his cock embedded deep in my ass.

  “You don’t get to cum yet.”

  His cock begins to pull out slowly. My tight walls hug his cock as it emerges, clinging in desperation, not wanting him to escape.

  My whole body shudders when he’s all the way out. dammit! I was so close!

  “You’re going to be an obedient little slut.” His voice is cold and callous. I’ve never seen this side of Mr. Wilson. “Spread your legs.”

  I hesitate for a moment, wondering what he’s planning. With a slow apprehension, my legs begin to part, revealing the wet mess between them.

  “Wider!” A hard spank on the thigh and I’m nearly doing the splits. Mr. Wilson grabs behind the knees and holds them there.

  “It’s about time I give you what you’ve been asking for.” His dick slides along my wet crack, slips between my folds and circles my clit. My pussy quivers, trembling in a kind of uneasy anticipation. The head of his dick traces around my labia.

  “Mr.—Mr. Wilson?”

  He inserts himself past my folds, the head of his dick pressing into my tight entrance. I squint hard in preparation for what is coming. My teeth cover my bottom lip to stifle the moans I know I won’t be able to control.

  And then Mr. Wilson is inside me. His massive size parts my virgin walls, stretching them thin. My hips buck against him; my ass slams hard against his stone wall abdomen.

  “Fuck! You’re so fucking—tight!”

  His hips thrust forward with a resounding groan and my pussy gives way to his thick penetration. Mr. Wilson has me impaled on his cock, holding me against him with vice grips on my ass. I can’t hold it in.

  My deep moans of ecstasy only serve to further invigorate him. His enormous girth might split me in half.

  “Fuck me Mr. Wilson! Fuck me harder!” The words come out on their own.

  Our bodies slick together in a sweaty mess of bodily fluids. My limbs spasm and contort with every plunge into my tight pussy.

  I can’t help screaming out when his cock bottoms out inside me, ramming against my cervix. The pain is overwhelming. And yet a subtle, pleasurable tension is rising in my core.

  My legs flail in the air. Desperate moans escape my lips with every hump and fuck from behind.

  My ass lifts in the air with each deep penetration, grinding on his dick like an expert whore. It all feels so natural, being such a dirty slut.

  My back arches in a rough jolt; my pussy quivers with electric stimulation. My walls contract around Mr. Wilson’s cock as my entire body shudders to the euphoric energy rushing to my extremities.

  The orgasm sends me into a fit of convulsions. Mr. Wilson moans to the tight contractions of my pussy, coaxing him to cum inside me.

  “Agh! Fuck!” His dick is twitching inside. Is he about to cum?

  Then I feel it—his warm load filling my uterus. Mr. Wilson grunts like a wild beast, drilling into me like a jackhammer.

  He holds me against him by the ass while his hot, thick spunk gushes into me. His cock pulses again and again in an unending stream. My insides feel like they’re going to overflow.

  “Yes… Yes!”

  My heart flutters as orgasmic tremors take control. My mind is lost in a tranquil cloud of euphoria. My pussy tightens and relaxes to the rhythm of Mr. Wilson ejaculating inside me until he collapses his full weight on top of me, slipping in the sweat of my back, still cumming. I can feel the rapid breaths of his heavy chest beating against me.

  We moan together, lying in a mess of our fluids. Thick white cum coats every square inch of my walls, the excess of his hot load spilling out and rolling off his balls.

  My tongue licks around grinning lips. The sweet taste of victory.

  I got what I needed from Mr. Wilson. And yet, something inside wants more. More punishment.

  “Mr. Wilson?”

  He grunts in response, face down between my shoulder blades.

  STRETCHED BY THE SOLDIERS

  CHAPTER ONE

  Misty, rosey eyed and eager to serve her country bubbled with excitement at joining the army as a medic. Extra credit training at a local hospital gave her some needed previous experience not to mention the CPR training she got certified for a few months ago.

  She hurried away from the assignments board, papers in hand, in search of her new squad. Looking around at all the men she wondered how many women would be in her training class.

  Not many by the looks of it. Not that she minded being the only woman in training or on a squad but how serious would they take her? Back home she could take her brothers in almost any fight despite her size because they always underestimated her. Would an all male squad be the same?

  Confident she could handle whatever the army threw at her she made her way through the barracks to find the one she was assigned to. At the end of the row she spotted the one she was looking for.

  Lingering outside were three men all of them tall, built of muscle and sporting short cropped hair and glinting eyes. Something stirred in her stomach but she ignored it. She was there to be a medic not to get googley eyed over three hot guys.

  As she approached she hefted her duffel bag to her other shoulder and one of the men, the taller of the three, smacked the other two in the arm. They all looked up at her and she waited for the cat calls but none came.

  They followed her progress with their eyes wide, grins spreading across their faces when she stopped in front of their barracks.

  "What do we have here?" the one in the middle asked.

  "Can we help you miss?" the tall one asked.

  She handed the tall one her assignment papers. "Misty, reporting for training."

  A chuckle went through them and she frowned. "Is something funny about that?"

  "No, nothing. Sorry about that. We're a little punch drunk from the exhaustive training. I'm Jake," the tall one said.

  He offered his hand and she shook it firmly earning her a surprised raise of an eyebrow from Jake.

  "I'm Dave," the one in the middle said.

  "And I'm Rob." />
  She took them all in and understood their surprise at her being there. Jake was at least six feet two all hard muscle, angled jaw, piercing blue eyes. Dave, though shorter, packed as much muscle as Jake.

  He had brown eyes and a darker, tanned complexion than Jake’s. Rob eyed her up and down with blue eyes. Nice lips in a square jaw pulled into a tight grin. He crossed muscular arms over a ripped chest.

  Not an easy audience but she'd been known to turn around tougher in the past. Her five foot four frame would surprise them if she worked hard enough.

  "So, you're a medic?" Jake asked.

  "How did you pass the physical endurance tests?" Rob asked.

  "It doesn't matter how I passed all you need to know is that I did. Better be nice to me. I could save your life one of these days."

  She left them gaping after her as she pushed through the barrack doors and found the only empty bed there. She tossed her duffel bag on top and sat on the cot wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

  All she wanted to do was serve her country. Help the men and women who serve to come back home to their loved ones. To the country they proudly fight for.

  But if her own squad doubted her ability how would she prove to them she had what it takes? True, she couldn't carry one of them over her shoulder to safety. But there were other ways to get someone out of enemy territory. She knew how to fashion a makeshift hammock that she could pull over even terrain.

  A bell sounded signaling the start of their first exercise. She hurried out of the barracks and followed the men to the training field. Even though she was a medic she still needed to know hand to hand combat. You never knew when you would need to protect yourself or your patient from someone in hostile territory.

  The instructor blew a whistle calling everyone to attention. Misty scanned the people standing in a circle and a lump settled in her stomach when she noted she was the only woman.

  "I need everyone to pair up and try to attack each other," the instructor said.

  All eyes suddenly turned to her. She stood up straighter, glaring at each man in the eye. Jake finally stepped forward to be her partner.

  "I'll take it easy on you. Wouldn't want to hurt you."

  She gritted her teeth but said nothing.

  When the instructor blew his whistle again all the pairs started circling each other. She blocked out what everyone else was doing and focused on Jake.

  Before he started circling her he whisked off his top and tossed it on the ground. He grinned at her. Was he daring her to do the same thing? Fat chance.

  She took in his sculpted pecs, his firm abs. The line of hair that disappeared into the camouflage pants and she swallowed. He flexed his muscles as he moved, his gaze never leaving her face.

  She studied his face trying not to dwell on the muscled arms, the strong hands. Suddenly she wanted him to whisk off his pants so she could see his muscular thighs.

  She forced herself to stop thinking of him like a man and start thinking of him as an opponent. It was hard because every time she looked at him her gaze drifted to his chest. Her mind wandered to picturing him naked.

  While that might work if you were nervous and giving a speech in front of a crowd of people, now it just made her panties wet. Her breathing started to increase. He raised an eyebrow at her, moved slightly forward. She backed away.

  They could do this all day if he didn't make a move. She realized he wasn't going to try to attack her. Maybe he was waiting for her. Anger that he was treating her like a delicate flower raced through her. So she surged forward and he stepped easily out of the way.

  She almost fell but righted herself, turning around to prepare for another attack. He had turned to face her again. He looked bored. Like he had nothing to worry about. He wasn't even trying. Fresh anger simmered through her and she counted to ten like her mother had taught her.

  "What's wrong with you?" she asked when she finally reached ten.

  "What do you mean, darling?"

  "That. I'm not your darling. I'm a fellow soldier. Fight me."

  "I can't do that, soldier. I don't want to hurt you."

  "I can fight just as well as you can."

  "Really? I highly doubt that."

  Anger spurred her into action and she charged him again. He moved away at the last second sending her sprawling onto the ground. Her hands burned as they scraped over the pavement to break her fall. She squeezed her eyes closed against the pain and the sudden tears that wanted to spill down her cheeks.

  She jumped up off the ground and glared at him. She suspected if she requested another partner it would be the same thing. None of them would treat her like a soldier. They would treat her like some fragile doll to be looked at and not touched.

  How was she going to learn to be better if no one would fight her? Of course it didn't say on her assignment papers that she was captain of the women's wrestling team in high school. That she could fight off an attacker twice her size. When they finally gave her a shot she would have to show them.

  She spent the next hour in training circling Jake because the instructor didn't do anything to help her either. The other pairs were fighting, blocking blows, flipping each other over their shoulders.

  Jake eyed her like he wanted to be anywhere else. Every time they circled each other Jake’s eyes drifted up and down her body in a way that made her feel like a woman, not a soldier. She watched his hands as they flexed by his side, readying himself in case she charged again.

  She wondered what it would feel like to have those hands on her. Not in a training exercise way but in a soft caress meant to send excitement racing through her.

  When training was over she glared at all of them. Her team at least should have known better, should have helped her.

  "What is your problem?"

  "Whose problem?" Rob asked.

  "All of you. We're a team. A squad. How is one member of the squad supposed to get any better if the others won't help them?"

  Dave came over and touched her shoulder. A spark of awareness surged through her body. The sight of his muscled chest glistening with sweat make her knees weak.

  "Listen, we don't want to hurt you. Honestly, we doubt your ability to protect any of us in the field. "

  "And you think this too?" she looked at Jake and Rob.

  They nodded.

  "Look at you and look at us, Misty. Who would you think could better handle hand to hand combat in the field?

  "Looks can be deceiving."

  Her pussy pulsed with life as she watched them. Even the harsh looks on their faces caused a surge of awareness to course through her body. Seeing them without their shirts on wasn't enough.

  She wanted to see them completely naked, wondered if she would be able to sneak a peek at night when they all went to bed. Would any of them sleep naked? She hoped so. She cursed her body for reacting to them with lust instead of the anger she should be feeling.

  She imagined them flipping her onto her back and taking her hard. Who would fuck her first? She didn't care, she wanted to feel all three of them inside her. What the hell was wrong with her?

  She stormed off to the barracks to put her things away. It was clear she would have to find a way to prove to them that she could do anything that they could do.

  That night when they were all in their cots and lights out had been called she lay awake listening to their deep even breathing. Were they all asleep? Were they pretending?

  Secretly she wanted them to come to her bed and have their way with her. She wanted to feel their cocks filling every hole. Wanted to come hard as they came inside her. The thought of them naked, plunging into her, caused her to breathe faster.

  They wouldn't even fight with her to help with training. There was no way they would fuck her hard and fast. They were afraid they would break her. She drifted to sleep with thoughts of them racing through her mind.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The dream was so powerful, the orgasm crashing through her body so fier
ce, it woke her up. She’d been having a dream that they were taking turns fucking her. Her body still pulsed with release. She sucked in breaths of air, the sound of sirens finally penetrating her dream filled haze.

  She bolted out of bed and raced to the wall to hit the lights. She scanned the room looking for her squad mates. The rest of the beds were empty. The alarm continued to blare spurring her into action.