I watched as the soldier flipped over mattresses and raided closets. He was on a mission. Occasionally he would stop and listen carefully, as if listening for a mouse in the walls. He even walked up and tapped on the walls, to see if they were hollow and capable of hiding a human being. Finally, once the kettle downstairs was whistling, he turned to me and said, “Where is he?”
“I don’t know how many times I’ve told you. I don’t know where he is!”
He took a step towards me. “He was just a fling, huh? The two of you aren’t really a couple?”
“Just a fling,” I said. I could only hope that he couldn’t hear my heart pounding, trying to give me away.
There was a cold silence in the room as he stared deep into my soul. “Okay then. I guess we’ll just have that tea then” He made a big smile and then he started down towards the kitchen. I couldn’t decide if his frustration was a good thing or a bad thing. It was obvious that he couldn’t tell that I was really Joe—at least it seemed obvious, but that could have just been a part of his game. Maybe he could see right through me. He probably had another picture in his pocket, a picture of me as Joe, that he’d been carrying around for days. And how did he know to come to that farmhouse? Was that just a hunch or a stroke of luck, or had I been followed? Military technology was impressive—they had drones that flew so high up, they were invisible. Maybe a drone had been watching me since I fled town… Or maybe this really was just a big coincidence.
The soldier poured himself a large mug of tea. He didn’t even wait for it to cool before taking a sip and probably burning the inside of his mouth—but he didn’t seem to care. “Well, Kristy,” he said. “Will we be able to find you here if we need anything from you?” He had that slight grin on his face again. “I’m sure we’ll have questions any whatnot—about Joe, that is.”
I nodded my head slowly. “I should be here.”
He took another big, steaming gulp from his tea. “And just before I go, could I see a piece of ID? I just want to make sure I’m really talking to the real Kristy—if you know what I mean.” His grin grew a little bit bigger and my heart sank a little bit deeper.
“ID?” I said. “I actually don’t have my wallet with me. I left it at Joe’s apartment—that’s one of things I went back for yesterday. But I couldn’t find it.”
“Right. Well it would be hard to find with the apartment being guarded by the soldiers waiting for you and Joe,” he said. He was looking right into my eyes. I wasn’t sure what to say back—I didn’t know if he was lying or if he was just testing me. So instead of saying anything, I forced a smile. Then he said, “I’m just kidding.” But it was impossible to know if he really was kidding or if he’d just taken down my whole façade.
Then, I got an idea. It wasn’t an idea that I liked—not even a little bit—but it was the only idea I had, and I really didn’t want to go to prison. “Are you married?” I asked.
“Married? No.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
He shook his head. “There’s a girl I see from time to time, but I wouldn’t call her a girlfriend.”
“Do you think she would mind if I sucked your cock?” I said, letting a little grin of my own slip. Now my heart was really racing. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but something inside of me was telling me that it was a good idea. I knew how blurry a man’s brain became when confronted with sex. I knew how men treated women who preformed sexual favours. Hell—I knew girls who only had jobs because they put out. I had good friends with crazy bitch girlfriends—girls who should have been dumped years ago, but they were kept around because they put out. And now it was my turn to put out.
He stuttered. “Suck my cock?” he said.
“That’s right. I just saw your hands, and I was thinking of that old saying—you know—big hands, big cock. And then I started thinking of your cock… You wouldn’t mind, would you?”
The room was silent. I knew my proposal could go one of two ways, and one of those ways involved me being dragged out of that farmhouse, destined for prison. But I had to take the chance. “My lady friend wouldn’t mind. The real question is, would Joe mind?” he asked.
He didn’t realize he was asking a very god question: would Joe mind? Did I mind? The thought of sucking dick made me shudder and nearly faint—but the thought of surviving another day filled me with heart-pounding excitement. I had to do it. I needed to get this prying soldier off of my shoulders.
CHAPTER IX
He was leaning against the counter as I approached him. He put his tea down as I stopped in front of him and looked into his eyes. He was still smirking, as if he knew something I didn’t, but I couldn’t let that bother me. I looked down at his heavy-duty belt. I could make out the slight bulge in his pants—the bulge of a very large, flaccid cock, which would soon be in my mouth. I carefully reached down and began to tinker with the belt. But apparently I was moving too slowly. He pushed my hands away and then made quick work of his belt, undoing it and then unzipping his fly. I looked into his eyes again and his smirk was bigger. Maybe he was just excited to have his cock sucked.
I sunk down to my knees. I was terrified, but also strangely excited. I looked over at the kitchen’s French door and caught my reflection in the glass. I looked kind of sexy on my knees, and I was frighteningly curious to know if I could really get a man hard—and if I could get a man off. I took a deep breath as I parted the opening in his pants. I reached a few careful fingers inside and felt the contour of his cock through his cotton undies. It was large, as expected, and warm—very warm—which wasn’t quite as expected. I found the slit in his undies and carefully squirmed my fingers through.
“I don’t have all day, darling,” he said.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew I just had to do it. There was no turning back now—and the sooner it was done, the better. Once that soldier was gone, I could make a run for those trees—or maybe I could just stay in that farmhouse. Maybe I could settle there for the next few weeks, until the heat died down and the military started believing that I really didn’t know where Joe was. Maybe a bit of participation would do me well, to wipe my slate clean. Or maybe I just needed to find a new wig and a new name…
I pulled his cock out from his pants. It was long, and his ball sack was large and covered in hair. I watched as it swelled and twitched as blood slowly began to pump between his legs. I slowly wrapped my fingers around his girth and then I started to massage. He was letting me do it—so he surely didn’t know that I was really Joe. No straight man would let another man touch his cock—right? Unless the soldier wasn’t actually straight.
I could feel his rod throbbing, getting thicker and harder and longer. I could feel it lifting up, taking my hand with it. I gently pulled back his foreskin, revealing his bulbous tip; it was red and swelling fast. It was a strangely mesmerizing sight—not just because it was large, but because it was an angle I’d never seen before. I’d watched my own cock become erect many times, from up above. But from down below, it looked even bigger, and a little bit intimidating. But I was in control. I was the one making it hard and big and intimidating. I was the one that would soon be making the soldier moan and tremble. I got a firm grip on the cock and I started to slowly pump.
He let a little moan slip out from his lips. “You really know how to handle a cock,” he said with a slight grunt. And the comment sent a chill down my spine. There was something about the way he said it, as if he knew that I had a cock of my own to practise on—or maybe I was just being paranoid. I tried to ignore the comment, turning my focus back to his cock, which was almost completely erect now. “You said you were going to blow me, not give me a handjob.”
I forced a smile. I was still terrified, but that fear was becoming less and less by the minute as his cock became demystified. There wasn’t really anything gross or scary about it—it was just a part of his body. In fact, it was probably one of the cleaner parts of his body: constantly kept away, away from dirt
and oil and whatever else. I pulled the rod close to my face and then I noticed the long vein running up the underside of the shaft, pulsing as more and more blood pumped into it. I took another deep breath and then I ran the tip of my tongue along the bottom of that cock. And a little bit more of that intimidation fluttered away. It didn’t have a gross taste—or any taste at all. In fact, it was kind of satisfying, watching it twitch and grow as my tongue moved from the base to the tip. He really liked what I was doing. I was getting him aroused quickly—quicker than I could get myself aroused.
Maybe I really was sexy in that disguise. Maybe I really did look great as a woman. The soldier was looking down at me with glowing eyes, as if he couldn’t look away. My heart was suddenly filled with a warm glow that wouldn’t go away. I suddenly wanted to get his whole cock into my mouth. I wanted to suck him until he burst, just so I could watch those eyes glow even brighter. So I plunged half of his rod into my mouth. I pressed my lips tight against his girth and I started to bob my head, slurping my tongue up and down, getting him wet and rock-hard. He groaned again. He reached down and grabbed my head with both of his hands, and then he began to gently thrust himself in and out of my mouth, pushing his tip down my throat. I managed not to gag, though I’m not sure how.
I put my hands on his cargo thighs. I held on tightly as he face-fucked me—but I didn’t mind. I liked that he was getting hornier and hornier, losing control of himself. I liked that I was able to make him lose himself like that. I couldn’t wait to see what else I could do. I pulled my head back and I tickled his tip with the tip of my tongue. His body shuddered and his knees buckled slightly. He let another groan slip. “You like that?” I asked, using my hand to gently stroke his length.
“Yeah,” he said simply. “Don’t stop.” So I kept stroking while tickling his tip. Then a sweet taste touched my tongue. Pre-cum was drooling out from his erection. “Fuck—I want to pound your pussy so badly.”
I smiled. “I just said a blowjob,” I said.
“Well maybe we can make a deal,” he said. “I won’t come around here again if you let me into your warm, tight cunt.”
I shook my head. “How’s about you—and all of your army friends—don’t come around here again if I get you off.”
“I can’t make that promise. Do you have any idea of what I would have to do to make them leave you alone?”
“But you can do it, right?” I said, batting my eyelashes. His face was a dark shade of red, as if he was about to fold.
“Can I do it? Sure. Will I? Not unless you give me something to remember. And this blowjob is good and all—but your sweet cunt would be much better.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Maybe I can do even better,” I said. “How’s about my asshole?”
I watched as his eyes lit up. His lips parted and a sound came out, though I’m not sure what the sound was. I caught myself smiling, even though I knew I was playing with a very hot fire. Could I get him into my asshole without him seeing my cock and balls? Was it worth the risk, even if I could?
I reached down and felt my panties. I did a little test run, pulling them to the side, exposing my asshole, without exposing my package. I had to be careful. Even if the package didn’t fall out—there wasn’t anything stopping him from reaching down to feel my non-existent pussy. But I had to try. “Lay on your back,” I said.
He didn’t reply. He just sunk down and flattened himself on his back. His cock was throbbing on his abdomen. I took a deep breath and stared at the throbbing member. Would it even fit into my ass? Would I be able to fuck myself without screaming out in horrible pain? Would it even hurt? What if I liked it? What if I ended up getting an erection of my own? Would he notice it through the skirt of my dress?
I sat down on his lap, feeling that wet, warm throbber against my bum. I gently grinded myself along it, keeping it hard while I built up the courage to go through with my own crazy plan. Then I reached down and stood his cock upright. I pressed it between my cheeks, holding my panties carefully to the side with my other hand. I bit down on my tongue as that tip pressed against my tight hole. I really was insane. I really had lost my mind.
“Fuck, I can already feel how tight you are,” he said.
I smiled. My face was probably bone white, but I couldn’t stop now. I started to let the cock into my body, using gravity to push my body down. He was thick, stretching me wide, but I couldn’t stop. I took a deep breath and then his member suddenly penetrated me deeply. It happened quickly, sending a sharp pain through my body—but I managed not to scream. I reached down and planted my hands on his chest. He was strong: hard with muscles. I dug my nails into those muscles as the pain slowly faded away. There was a cock in my ass: a big, thick cock, throbbing and begging to get off. I couldn’t falter. I had to keep going. So I started to bounce up and down, stroking the shaft with the walls of my clenched anus. “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” he said.
I managed to force a smile. I looked into his eyes, which were glowing brighter than ever. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. Maybe he really would go back to his base and tell the other military guys to leave me alone. Maybe I really was going to avoid the war and prison altogether. But I would never be able to be Joe again—those days were over. As soon as Joe resurfaced—even once the war was over—he would go straight to prison for draft dodging. I knew I wouldn’t last in prison—especially because I knew I made for a convincing girl. So I would have to find a new identity and live like an undocumented immigrant. Maybe I would keep living as a woman—I would be less likely to be caught as a woman. And to be honest, I didn’t mind being a woman. I didn’t even mind being fucked in the ass by a giant cock.
It actually felt kind of nice, once the pain started to flutter away. His veiny shaft was rubbing against all the right spots, making my legs tremble with a warm euphoria. I felt stuffed, but it was a strangely nice sensation. I preferred the feeling of his whole cock throbbing inside of me to the feeling of emptiness that I felt when I was up high, about to sit down again. I even sat down completely on his lap, getting his whole length into my body. I twisted and squirmed with that rod inside of me for a moment before rising up again so I could fall once more.
His face was red and he was breathing heavily. He was actually kind of handsome from this angle. He had a nice even stubble beard and great hair. His chin was defined, and his thick muscles were amazingly mesmerizing. I even found myself opening up his shirt so that I could feel his bare chest. “You’re going to make me come,” he said.
“Good. I want your cum inside of me,” I said.
His grin grew large. He reached down and grabbed my hips and then he held me in place. I couldn’t move—I couldn’t even continue to bounce. Then, he started to thrust upwards, pumping my asshole with his impressive cock. He was thrusting so hard that his ball sack was flying up and slapping against my tush. And it felt good. I started to squirm and moan and shake. I felt an intense tingling in the tip of my cock. Then I felt a twitching and a warmth—and I swear it felt like I was coming.
He grunted loudly and slammed his cock upwards. I felt him filling me up with his hot load. I screamed aloud and dug my nails into his skin. It felt incredible—unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life. I revelled in the moment, and then I fell to the side, no longer able to support my own weight. I fell down beside him and started catching my breath. I felt his hot load dribbling out of me, onto the inside of my dress’ skirt. I looked over into his eyes and smiled, and then I noticed the puddle of white on his abdomen. Was that my own cum? Did I come on his stomach? I reached down and felt the tip of my cock, which still had a bead of jizz hanging from it.
Before he noticed, I quickly threw myself on him again, pressing my bum down on my own puddle of cum. “That was fun,” I said as my heart raced.
He nodded his head. “That was really fun,” he said. “What are you doing?”
“Just sitting,” I said.
“Well get up. I need to get back to work.”
“So do we have a deal?” I asked.
“I guess so,” he said. “Though if I’m ever in the area again, I can’t promise I won’t swing by for another little fucking.”
“Then a deal’s a deal,” I said, doing my best Hilary Jenkins impression. I thought it would make for a good laugh, but instead it made the soldier go completely silent.
“What did you just say?” he asked.
“I said a deal’s a deal.”
“But that voice—you sounded just like her,” he said. His lips were parted.
“Oh yeah. I can do a good Hilary impression.”
“Do it again.”
“A deal’s a deal,” I said.
He stared at me for a moment. “Say something else—in that same voice.”
I thought for a moment, and then I said, “I really don’t like those Chinese. I think it’s time we settle things with a war.”
His eyes were wide now. “That impression is perfect. I can’t believe how perfect it is,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“I really need to be going,” he said, still in his state of shock. He walked slowly towards the door. His lips remained parted, as if he still couldn’t believe the impression. Once he was gone, I locked all of the doors and then I fell to the ground, taking a series of deep breaths. I couldn’t believe that I’d survived another day.
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