Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “Bullshit!” The sandy haired young officer spat. “He just wants you to be away from me.”

  “Then he would have transferred you instead, silly.” She laughed again.

  “Oh no.” Norbert snorted derisively. “Not Colonel Ted ‘The Dread’ Taylor. He just wants me here all by myself so he can grind me down everyday without you being around.”

  “Oh, shut the fuck up, Norbie.” Sheila slapped his soft tummy and reached for his flaccid cock. “I’ve got another hour before my train leaves. Give me some of that Norbilicius loving one last time.”

  “One last time?” The young army man groaned. “Fucking hell… I’ll never get to fuck you again, I know. That old cunt’s going to send me off overseas to some godforsaken hellhole to get killed, I just know it.”

  “Mhh-hmm.” She nodded with a mouthful of his four inch erection.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. Suck that monster.” Corporal Norbert Sullivan grunted as he thrust his pelvis upward.

  Sheila giggled and let him plop out of her mouth, clambering up to take him in her pussy for one last hump before she left for the distant training outpost her uncle had reassigned to. Her boyfriend of two years was cumming already but her mind drifted off to her new posting. She pretended to orgasm along with him and sighed into his ear.

  “That was so good, baby.” She whispered with a quick nibble. “One to remember until we meet again.”

  “Yeah, that was a keeper.” Her pudgy lover smiled indolently and lay back on the bed.

  Sheila let him lie there on her bed and stepped into the shower. She let the water run down her body and stared at herself in the mirror. At twenty two she was in pretty good shape. Her round face was attractive enough, with her large blue eyes and full red lips under a cute button nose. She wore her dark hair short, cut away just below the jaw line. She had a finely toned body, though being a bookkeeper in the army didn’t really require her to train much. Even then, she maintained a shapely body with nice firm breasts, a flat tummy and an eye pleasing bubble butt. She let the water run down her well-rounded legs and ran her fingers over her swollen pussy lips, washing away what little semen her boyfriend had splashed over her.

  She stepped out of the shower, toweling herself off with another half hour for the military train to her destination to leave. Her uniform was not pressed but she didn’t really care. Norbert had fallen asleep on her bed, naked and spent, and she decided it was best to leave him there. Her bags, all two of them, were already packed and she picked them up and walked out of the door.

  Down the hallway she passed the several other rooms housing the others in her division. Her posting was for two years. If and when she returned here, she would probably find most of her friends gone. But that didn’t matter. She knew what she was signing up for when she enlisted in the army four years ago.

  The army train was waiting for her as she stepped into the platform. Each base had its own platform with the rail tracks running through them. She wished each of them had their own runways and planes too. She should have enlisted in the air force for that, Sheila giggled. Oh, well. One had to take what one could get and make the most out of it. That was life.

  She found her seat and settled in. No one else was there in the compartment. She decided to curl up under the blankets and get some shuteye through the ten hour ride.

  The train had stopped moving when she woke up. She peered out of the window. It was quite late, and twilight had set in. The sign on the platform matched the destination she was headed for and she quickly grabbed her bags and stepped off the train.

  This army base was much smaller than the one she left behind and she began to wonder if Norbert’s suspicion about her uncle was indeed true. There was no one about, and only the men on the train unloaded the supplies the base needed. Which wasn’t really much and the train would soon leave. She had half a mind to get back on the train and go give her uncle an earful about the potential to rise he had given here.

  “Where the fuck is everyone?” She grumbled as she made her way off the platform and down to the rough trail that led to the barracks.

  The train was already leaving by the time she reached the first building. She glanced over at the platform. Just a few trunks and crates had been unloaded from the train. And the men were on board the train, going back. She peered hard though the evening mist setting in. There was one man still there on the platform. It looked like he was taking those deliveries into account. Was he the only one here in this desolate base? Sheila shook her head and sat down on one of her duffel bags. Whoever that guy was, he would have to come back down this way. There was no where else to go but down there.

  The name of her reporting officer was mentioned in the letter of transfer she was handed by her uncle, but she had it packed in her bag and was too lazy to get it out again. She decided to wait out there instead, just in front of the largest and only decent looking building in that bare field surrounded by little hills.

  After a while, when it was almost too dark to see, the man from the platform walked up towards her. He was quite tall and broad. His fatigues looked pretty worn and the handgun holstered to his belt was quite an earlier issue, probably from before she was even born.

  “You must be the new bookkeeper.” His voice was deep and rich. He had a beret pulled low over his brow and a bandana covered most of his lower face. She couldn’t see his face at all in the poor light, but she could tell by his voice and posture that he was African-American.

  “Yes, I am.” She stood up and gave him a lackluster salute. “Corporal Sheila N. Taylor reporting.”

  “Well, that’s mighty fine.” He said with a nod. “I am Sergeant Hogan. Let’s get on inside before the winds start acting up.”

  The winds? Oh, yes. She was briefed by her uncle about the weird weather patterns of this place. Another reason why she seriously doubted his intentions. He wasn’t her favorite uncle by any means and this would cost him many more points in that regard. She picked up her bags and followed the Sergeant into the building she was waiting outside.

  The building they entered was quite old, but looked sturdy enough. It was sort of the headquarters of the base and Sheila spotted Sgt. P.L. Hogan engraved on a faded nameplate on a large door to one of the rooms. That was probably the Sergeant’s office. She looked around. Several other doors in the hallway had similar faded nameplates. The farthest one had the word ‘Accounts’ on it. That was her office, she deduced. The place was not as bad as she thought it might be from the outside. This Sergeant had this place in working order and it seemed like he was the only one there.

  The man unlocked the door to his office and held the door open for her. She walked past him, bumping slightly against his chest. It felt like she bumped into a pillar of stone.

  “Take a seat, Corporal.” He told her and removed his beret and bandana.

  Sheila peered at him curiously as she sat down. He had a light chocolate completion, and a large clean shaved head. He was huge, about six two and heavily built with his old army fatigues comfortable fitting over his muscular hardness. His face was large and boyishly round, with small eyes and a thick nose. A well trimmed mustache covered his upper lip. Not overly handsome but sort of pleasing to look at. He could be anywhere between thirty and fifty.

  “Where’s everyone else, Sergeant?” She asked him as he sat down facing her.

  “We’re all here, Corp.” He gave her a brief smile. “You and me and this big old training base. Old Ben, our accounts guy, retired last week and so they sent you.”

  “You run this place all by yourself?” She looked around his Spartan office. “Why’s the army keeping this place if no one is here?”

  “This here is a training base, Corp.” He told her as his eyes roamed over her body. “Once in three months we get a batch of pansies for whipping back into shape. That’s why the army keeps this place.”

  “And when’s the next batch coming in?” She eyed him pensively.

  “In three months.” He exh
aled heavily. “We just ended one last week?”

  “And what am I to do here till then?”

  “Get the account books up to date for the next term.” He waved over the cabinets beside his desk. “We need everything filed in the computers too now. So that’s why they sent you. Or didn’t you know?”

  “I… yeah, it must be mentioned somewhere in the letter they gave me.” She said, looking around the room for the third time.

  “So you haven’t even read it.” He grunted out a laugh. “Don’t much matter to me as long as you get the job done.”

  “So when do I start?” Sheila raised her eyebrows high.

  “Tomorrow morning.” Hogan told her and cracked his knuckles. “You’ll find your office down the hall. Everything’s in order so far as the paper work and the computers go. Your bedroom’s upstairs. You can get yourself settled in and get some rest.”

  “What about food?” She suddenly realized she hadn’t eaten a thing on the ten hour train ride to this barren wasteland.

  “Oh, yeah.” He nodded. “We got a little kitchen for off season like this, mostly for coffee and eggs. Most of the good food is canned; you get a daily ration of four meals a day. And you’ve got to put in an hour of training every day.”

  “But I’m the bookkeeper.” She looked surprised. “Why’d I need to train?”

  “Cause you’re in my boot camp, Corporal, and I say everyone under my command needs to be shipshape and ready to fight.”

  “Okay.” She shrugged her rounded shoulders. “You’re the boss.”

  “Good, Corp.” He grinned and rubbed his chin. “You’re dismissed. See you at gym in the morning.”

  “Goodnight, Sarge.” She smiled as she noted his eyes steal another look at her breasts as she stepped out of his little office.

  So here she was, in the middle of nowhere and alone with a man she knew nothing about. But what a man he was, and she could tell that he was lonely with no one else there, especially a woman. She couldn’t help having these wicked thoughts. She knew well enough what they said about men like him and their specialty. She wondered if Sergeant Hogan had another more impressive weapon to show her than the old handgun he carried.

  “Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?” She bit her lip as she went up the stairs to find her room. “The man’s my commanding officer, for crying out loud.”

  Her room was a neat little square with a low bunk bed and one desk and chair by the only window. The little attached bathroom was big enough to just have a john and no place for a shower. Now what was she going to do about that? She needed a shower. She stripped off her clothes and soaked her towel in the small basin of water. As she wiped her body down, a soft rap sounded on her door. Wrapping the short towel around her naked body, she opened the door a few inches.

  “Here’s your daily ration.” Hogan was holding out a box of canned food. “You’ll get one each morning. Enjoy.”

  “Where can I get a shower, Sarge?” She asked him as she took the box.

  “Common shower’s next to the gym.” He said casually and he left. She watched him walk down the hall. His room was three doors away from hers. He closed his door after yelling ‘lights out at eight.’

  Force of habit, Sheila giggled. He must be doing it every night, regardless of who was there, or not there. She glanced at her watch. It was a minute after eight and she was tired from her long train ride. She put off the light and slipped naked into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day, something told her.

  The next morning, after a quick breakfast she found herself in the gym. Hogan was already there going through a set of benchpresses. She watched in awe. His gleaming muscles were like individual living things as they flexed and coiled with each grunting rep. He replaced the barbell on the rack with a loud clang and sat up.

  “Morning, Corp.” He said to her with a brief nod. “Why don’t you warm up with some pull-ups and do some light weights today. I’ll have a routine set up for you from tomorrow.”

  “Sure thing, Sarge.” She told him and began to stretch.

  She knew he’d be watching her as she bent over and touched her toes with her back to him. The tight spandex leotards she had on stretched nicely over her firm bubble butt, giving anyone there a very generous eyeful. It felt good to have a man look at her. It excited her, and Hogan was a man and a half. She wondered if he had any naughty thoughts about her. Maybe not, but that wouldn’t stop her from showing him that she wouldn’t mind if he did.

  “Nice work, Corp.” Hogan told her as his eyes drank in the feast she had on display. “You’re in pretty good shape. Keep working out for another half hour, and then get to the books.”

  “You’re the boss, Sarge.” She told him as he walked away to the shower.

  After the half hour, she was exhausted and in need of that damn shower. She walked out of the gym and towards the shower. It was a common shower, and no surprise to her what with this entire base being the way it was. As she stepped in, she heard someone singing softly inside. Who the fuck? She froze in her tracks. Hogan was still in there. She peeped around the corner, and sure enough there was the big man, completely naked and wallowing in the water. She watched him for a while as he washed himself. She had never seen a black man naked and the view was mind blowing. His large body looked like it was carved out of obsidian. Hot chocolate like and hard muscle all over. The water made his rich complexion gleam and as he turned sideways she got a glimpse of it. What she was longing to see ever since she met him? And boy was it worth the wait. Her eyes went wide at the thickness and length of his big black cock as it dangled between his heavily muscled thighs. And it wasn’t even hard yet. She felt her mouth water and that pleasant warmth between her thighs made her knees go weak. Norbert and his small pale wiener had never made her feel this way. Why, his little four inch pale cock wouldn’t even make a quarter of that thing she was looking at.

  Oh, how she wished Hogan would jerk himself off. She wanted to see the big beautiful black thing all hard and angry and spewing its magnanimous load. But instead the huge black man turned down the water and stepped out from under the shower. Sheila scurried back out. She didn’t want to get caught ogling at him. Not now, on her first damn day at work. She walked back to the gym and waited for him to get out.

  “Hey Corp.” He said as he walked up to her with a towel wrapped around his waist. “The water’s fine, go take your shower and get to work.”

  “Sir, yes, sir.” She told him, not meeting his eye and hurrying away. A warm shower and not just from the one above flooded her mind. Get a grip, she told herself. Oh, and to get a grip she did so crave for, on that huge monster cock she saw a moment ago.

  A strong cup of coffee after her shower helped to bring Sheila to her senses and she hit the books. There was a lot of catching up to do for over the last three months. It seem like the last bookkeeper had been slipping up a lot just prior to his retirement. She had to go over the entire year’s records just to get a feel of how and what was going on. She managed to get the facts sorted out from the fiction and felt like running outside and shouting for joy. Bookkeeping was hard mind numbing work and she was tired by the afternoon. A refreshing walk in the barracks would probably help to clear her mind, she thought.

  Outside, the air was very still and she saw Hogan doing something at the shooting range. The sight of him brought back memories of his naked self to her mind. She blushed and turned to go back inside when she heard him calling out to her.

  “Hey, Corp.” His deep voice resonated. “Come on over… show me how good you are with a rifle.”

  She was no good at all. Back at the other base, she had never even touched a gun of any kind, let alone be good with them. She turned around, nevertheless, and walked up to him as he waited in the shooting range. She gave him a nervous smile and took the large weapon he was holding out to her. The damn thing was heavy and she almost stumbled.

  “You want a lighter gun?” He asked her.

  She sh
ook her head and turned her back to him, hefting the rifle up, butt to her shoulder and finger to the trigger. Her arms were already on fire and she struggled to steady herself. Sighting down the barrel, she took aim. Suddenly she felt his hand on the small of her back. It sent a wave of electricity through her and her knees wobbled.

  “Keep you back straight and shoulder relaxed.” He said, and she felt his lips brush her cheek, his breath on her skin.

  His hand slipped under her raised arm, holding the rifle steady. The side of his palm lightly brushed the outer curve of her breast and she gasped. Heat sparked up between her thighs and she knew she would collapse if he didn’t hold her up. He moved in closer, his face almost touching hers. One hand was on the small of her back, the little finger almost touching her crack and the other supported her shoulder from underneath her armpit. His dense muscular body pushed against hers and she felt something hard and warm pressing against her thigh. She wondered if it was what she hoped it to be, but before she could know more, he growled into her ear.