This story contains raw and explicit sex between adult men and women. It has interracial sex, girl on girl sex, group sex, mild B&D, and a few twists and surprises.
Holly Brooks is a free spirit and a lovely woman, well educated, and likes a lot of sex.
When she met Major Donald Rivers and fell in love (or lust), she only thought she knew a lot about sex games. The hot-blooded woman became a hot-blooded wife who’s education was about to begin for real.
She became a sex toy for her new husband’s commanding officer and his henchmen. General Henry Ballard was one of the Army’s few black generals and he is living proof that absolute power corrupts absolutely. The vindictive general introduced Holly to a wide variety of men and women and some new and inventive sexual games.
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“You want to see my breasts?” I asked him. His hand was resting
at the very top of my breast. He couldn’t have looked more pleased if
I had offered him a million dollars.
“I do,” he said, his voice husky. “More than anything in this
world I want to see them.” I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed
it. His eyes were glued to my chest as I unfastened my bra. I made
myself move slowly and deliberately and I held the loosened bra in
place until he started squirming.
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed when I took the bra away. “You have a
national treasure! A real treasure chest.” He plunged his face between
my boobs and breathed deeply. Quickly he abandoned the valley and went
to the nearest peak. He sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth and
gave me a beautiful, but small orgasm. As I said, I have very
sensitive breasts, but especially my nipples. I can make myself come
with just teasing my nips.
Suddenly our clothing was flying in every direction and then we
both were completely naked for the enjoyment of the other. Don had a
nice size cock. Not huge, but respectful and it was hard which is the
most important thing. I like a big cock as well as the next gal, but
if it ain’t hard, it ain’t going to do much.
Not only was Don hard, he was able to keep it hard and ready for
the fun and games to come. No pun intended. Our first coupling was
great and so was the second and third. Don spent the night with me and
woke me up by eating my pussy. That is one thing that will get a guy
very high marks.
Since it was Saturday and neither of us had to go to work, we
spent most of the morning in bed. Hunger finally drove us out of bed.
I fixed us some eggs and bacon and when we had eaten we ran back to
bed. It was a wonderful beginning to phase three.
***
Phase three can last up to several years if both parties agree. In
phase three there is a lot of heavy breathing, sex play, and a great
deal of fucking. It’s that ‘getting to really know you’ stage. It’s
where you find out the likes and dislikes of the other. It is where
you find out what your partner will stand still for in bed. Don was
pleased to discover that there was nothing about sex that I didn’t
like. I was pleased to discover he had no hang-ups either.
I like oral sex, both giving and receiving. I like it when he
ejects in my mouth so I can swallow his cum. I like anal sex if the
guy is gentle to begin with. I will put up with some gentle bondage,
if I trust the guy. I found I did trust Don so when he suggested
tying me up I got some scarves and handed them to him. I can handle
some discipline, but I don’t want to be hurt bad. Don was always
considerate and stopped spanking me when I asked him to. He liked to
tease my clitoris while I was tied up. A couple of times he bordered
on actual pain, but I never asked him to stop. He seemed to know when
it was time to stop and start fucking.
I found out back in Phase two that Don had graduated from West
Point and intended on making the Army his career. He was on a fast
track and his assignment at my company was only for two years. He only
had a year and a few months left on that assignment. However we didn’t
let that fact deter us from spending as much time together as we
possibly could.
Four months after our first meeting, Don moved in with me. It
was about the halfway point in his assignment. His moving in was the
beginning of phase four. Frankly there are some fuzzy lines between
phase three and four. Sometimes it’s hard to know exactly where one
stops and the other begins, but it’s all part of the process.
Sometime in late phase three or early phase four Don asked to
about the tattoo I had. I had been expecting the question because
other men had ask me about it. My tattoo was a small red devil on my
right butt cheek. Always before I made up some tale, but for whatever
reason I elected to tell Don the truth. This is the story.
