Debased on Base

She opened the door to the apartment, and outside stood a huge black man in uniform.

“Evening, ma’m. I have something to show you. May I come in?” The policeman seemed keyed up, on edge.

Isabelle’s heart thumped. What did he want? Was Herb dead? She stepped back silently.

The man brushed past her, into her living room. “Well, you see, ma’am, the thing is…” he paused. “Are your children here?”

“What is it?” She asked anxiously.

The man hesitated, and she saw his eyes glide over her thin, trim body, sheathed in only her underwear and wrap, before he produced a package from his breast pocket.

“What?” she asked again, irritably. Then she saw. The man’s hand held a photo of her, naked, kneeling in front of Chuck, her married lover of late.

She wheeled. “I want you to leave!” she gasped, her breath coming in short, whistling breaths.

The man sighed. “Okay, if you say so, ma’am. But if I do, I’ll have to show this to my supervisor. And he’ll probably have to remove you and your family from the base. Adultery is a crime in base housing. Not to mention oral sodomy.” He walked to the door again. “I was hoping we could come to an agreement, but…” He paused.

“Wait…” she whispered.  “What…what did you have in mind? Money?”

He smiled slightly, shook his head, walked back toward her, and stood looking at her silently, gauging her. After a moment, he put his hand on her breast. “I think we could work it out.” He closed the door, and motioned upstairs. “Kids up there?”

“Yes.” She shuddered.

“Find a sitter. Send ‘em to the neighbors. Or the park.” His hand traced her hip through the robe, already taking inventory. As his fingers slid under fabric and touched her skin, she jerked away.  “How dare you…!” she spat furiously.

“Well, lady, if that’s your answer…”  he grinned at her, and turned as if to leave. “Better start packin’…”

“No… wait!” she called desperately. He stopped, and looked at her. “Come back in half an hour,” she whispered miserably.

Half an hour later, she knelt, naked, on the floor, exactly as in the picture. The cop’s trousers lay beside him on the sofa, and he smiled in anticipation, as she tried to figure out what she could do with the huge looping rope of oiled black meat which he held out to her.

She touched the tip of it with her tongue, and it leapt higher.

“Go on.” He urged, his lips twisted in sadistic delight. Her lips stretched wide, she took it in gingerly, as far as she was able, then pulled back. Impatiently, he pressed the back of her head, and  thrust himself upward. Her throat closed, and she choked.

Slowly, he pulled it back, and she gaped in fearful fascination as it passed, serpentine and shining, through her straining lips and between her clenched fingers, trailing a rope of her saliva. God. Had she really taken that much of him in…?

Then he abruptly reversed direction and  thrust it swiftly at her again, pressing into her throat at last. She gagged reflexively, her eyes bugging and tearing as he pressed in yet further, opening her throat. She gulped as he began to rock, his pleasure evident. Her vision blurred, as he pressed in ever deeper, and the burning sensation made her cough around his swollen dick. She sobbed as he thrust, tears mixing with the drooling saliva spilling down her chin and neck.

Then, after an eternity, he pulled free and rose to his feet, pulling her up after him. “Okay. Bend over, Mrs. Solomon,” he directed. “We better get it over before your man gets home from work.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “It’s WAYYYY too big…!”

He smiled gently. “You’d be surprised what you can do when you put your mind to it.” Firmly, he guided her to the position he wanted. “Now, just try to relax,” he instructed, sliding his finger across her vagina,  thumbing her clitoris. “The more you relax, the more fun you’ll have. The less pain.”

His thick finger sank into her  deeply,  probing, then he inserted another. And another.

Unwilling, she felt herself lubricate nonetheless.

He took his massive penis in one hand, and spread her wide, sliding the engorged tip in between her pale thighs, and rode the cushion of her juices up into her slit. She gasped as his warm, thick cock parted her forcefully and pressed up, up, up, like a bulldozer brushing her puny tissues aside. Her cunt closed tightly around the invader, she groaned in her throat, arching backwards. He grabbed her  breasts, squeezing, and she chirped in pain. “Please stop….” she sobbed brokenly.

“Easy,  baby, I’m only half way in…” he thrust gaining another inch or two.

“Unnnhhh.!” She grunted, as the red-black bar of steel impaled her even more deeply, boring inexorably into her midsection. She swore she could feel him in her stomach, the dull ache of her organs being rudely repositioned as he made his way determinedly upward and inward.

Then, with a mighty lurch, she felt his swollen testicles touch her buttocks. “There!” he said triumphantly. “All the way in.” He rested,  panting, his scrotum swinging gently against her straining ass. “How’s it feel?” he asked curiously.

“Like a stabbing,” she said, crying softly. “Please, don’t make me do this. You’re hurting me…” she choked off.

He laughed, and began slowly to fuck her, his cock depressing and releasing her tissues at will. Gasping at sharp pains that caused in her abdomen, she stood, bent double, her hips touching the back of the couch, moaning whenever he pulled out completely before surging into her again. Like a brutal machine, he rode on, his penis a piston, her vagina a cylinder whose walls quaked with the strain, needing lubrication.

Then, roaring, he exploded inside her, his semen feeling like molten lava in her deepest recesses, and she screamed, bucking as he thrust brutally deeper in his excitement. Pain blossomed in front of her eyes, red flashes, furious flowers of white-hot pain. Bracing, she braved his ramrod thrusts as he finished spurting his bullets inside her violated body, until at last he pulled free to spew a last sticky shot across her tensed back. Shaking, every muscle overloaded with fatigue, she sagged forward across the couch, and he fell with her, breathing raggedly.

“Please,” she croaked, ” let me up?”

Groaning, he rolled aside. She got gingerly to her feet and tottered into the bathroom. A backward glance; he lay sagged across the couch, his eyes closed, chest heaving. His twitching penis lay on his thigh, diminished but still reaching halfway to his knee. She ducked through the door, and sank onto the toilet, where she remained until she heard him leave.

Then, eyes glazed, she began, slowly, to massage vaseline into her reddening cunt, gingerly touching the abused, abraded tissues, grimacing with the pain, until she suddenly, unexpectedly, found herself coming furiously, humping helplessly up and down on the toilet ring, crying with frustration and shame.

Teamwork

He took my elbows from behind as I passed his desk, and suddenly it was on.

No warning. Nothing new to indicate he, the handsome, gently greying older coworker, was ready to follow through on the flirting we’d been doing for so long that it had become rote, without meaning anything, no indication he had decided to take us to another level.

Gently but firmly, he pulled me backwards toward him, rolling his chair a few feet closer as he palmed both of my elbows, and then I could feel his warm breath on my neck. Chills ran down my spine as I realized that what I had so often dreamed of in the last few years seemed about to happen.

Without a word, he lifted me by my elbows and seated me on his knee, my skirt spilling over his leg. His lips and beard touched my ear as I settled my naked thighs around his wool-covered kneecap.

Which pressed upward almost immediately, aided by my involuntarily spreading my legs to balance my feet on the floor. His knee began to move gently, almost imperceptibly, against my mons, rubbing it just right through the cloth, bringing a breath inward and a sigh of pleasure as he parted me slightly.

Then his hands left my elbows and travelled to my hips, lifting me again and tucking his pants leg up until his knee was bare, then lowering me to touch it. It was deliciously cool against my panty-covered cunt, I shivered with pleasure.

I closed my eyes, the better to experience the pleasure of anticipating where those magic hands might land next. I felt them gather my hair to one side long enough to kiss the very top of my spine just below the place where it joined my skull.  A shiver ran down my back and I felt my cunt melt, beginning to ooze, a  slow drool of liquid that rolled down my thighs toward his bare knee, which rose again and rubbed me, an upward thrust that nudged my clit and then burrowed between the lips, making me gasp.

I knew I was committed now, even if he wasn’t. The point of no return had been passed. I rose shakily and took off my panties and then sat back down, my bare vagina against his bare knee. He murmured approvingly and began to rock me slowly. After a moment, he loosened the top of my dress, unhooked my bra and freed my awakening breasts to his cool, confident hands.

Too shy to ask for what I wanted, I willed him to want it as well. And he did. He raised his leg, extending his calf until he lifted my feet off the floor, and I had to clasp them around his ankle for balance molding myself tightly to his blessed knee, now massaging my cunt in a most welcome way.

His hands cupped my breasts and he pulled me back to him, then leaned across to kiss my left gently, licking the nipple, circling it until it stood up.  I sighed and settled into his embrace, feeling for the first time his erection pressing my spine and buttocks. He felt huge under his wool trousers. He took my nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently but firmly. Now the juices seeping from me were undeniable, wetting his flesh and sealing me to his knee. He squeezed again, a pinch really. I heard myself gasp. His knee began to rock, pressing my cunt, making me ride it to stay balanced. I pressed back, rocking harder and harder.

As the pressure on my clit increased, I felt the beginning of an orgasm swell, and his pinching fingers on my sensitive nipples took me right up to the edge. I ground myself against his leg, flinging myself into his orbit as the tide carried me over.

He kissed my shoulder and held me close to him, one arm around my torso and the other across my mouth as I gasped and screamed silently into his palm.

As I slowed to a halt, he took me in his arms, turned me to the side and kissed me deeply, his tongue searching, probing deliciously in my mouth.

“Now get back to work,” he said, dumping me from his lap abruptly and slapping my butt. With a whimper, I grabbed my underwear and fled toward the door. “No,” he said.

I stopped.

“Leave those here,” he said. “Put them in my In box.”

I did as he said.

“That will be all,” he said, and winked.

I floated back to my desk. There would be repeats, I was certain.