Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “The only thing I request is you still wear the uniform. I really hate letting you know my dirty little secret.” He smiled wickedly and held out the thick sausage in the palm of his hand.

  “I get what you’re trying to say and I promise not to utter a word to anyone. You have my word as a scholar and a gentleman. I don’t think I stood a chance from the moment you came through those doors. You had the laser of your radar on me and there was no way for me to fly out of range.” I was salivating for the chance to drive him wild. I started at the bottom and worked my way up to the top before going down the opposite direction.

  He was glistening from how I was administering to his oral needs. He was powerless to walk away. His girlfriend was derelict in her duties. I was taking up the slack. I couldn’t wait anymore.

  There was no time to hesitate. I inhaled the head and let him lay heavily on my tongue leaking profusely. My hands grabbed onto the legs of his uniform feeling the material with my fingers. My eyes traveled up his body covered in the khaki color of the military.

  “I need to warn you that it’s not going to be easy. I don’t want you to feel disappointed in your efforts.” At first, I thought he was talking about his stamina, but then it dawned on me he was referring to the length of his love muscle.

  I was quite aware of my sword swallowing technique. I had practiced on my fair share of young men in uniform. Each one was different and after some trial and error, it became like riding a bicycle.

  I devoured those inches, making them slide across my tongue with the head and the first few inches coming to rest in my throat. He jerked and I heard him gasp with the realization of his pubic hair pressing against my nose.

  “I can’t believe you just did that.” It would’ve been an effort for some of the more seasoned escorts in the business. They would have been envious of my feat and probably asked for pointers.

  My mouth was firing on all cylinders and I was enjoying the discharge spilling on my tongue. The taste was the catalyst for the aphrodisiac of him wearing the uniform. The khaki colors made it necessary to put my hand down my pants to find my pussy already slippery with my juices.

  The heat in the room had risen a few degrees with our body temperature climbing ever higher. The smell of his sweat clinging to his body was making my mind run a million miles an hour. His balls were still tightly encased in his underwear. It didn’t take much to release them to the sensation of my fingers driving him wild.

  “You should… really come up for air sometime.” The thought hadn’t even entered my mind. I was so into blowing him, breathing was secondary. I did feel a little lightheaded, but then I began breathing through my nose.

  I could see him looking around half expecting someone to walk in at the most inopportune time. I wondered if this was a dress rehearsal and how I was going to give him an encore. I released him slowly from the grip of my throat, drawing him a straight line back across my tongue until he popped to safety.

  I grabbed him tightly and stroked those inches using the necessary lubrication from what I had already done to lead the way. It really was quite the undertaking considering the real estate in front of me. He really did have a way of getting me in the mood. I was caught up in the crossfire of what I considered right and wrong. Logically, this was taking things too far, but my body and my brain were constantly at odds.

  “I don’t know where you…” He didn’t have much time to consider his options with the rising storm of his orgasm approaching.

  “I’ve always been good with my mouth and my hands. It takes a true artist to understand how to use their God-given talents. I can feel how close you are and it’s not just because this vein is throbbing like mad in my hands. It’s also the little bead of sweat rolling down the bridge of your nose and the way your mouth parts with your tongue wiping across your lips.” I’d learned to read the signs and I was quite proficient in how a man reacted when they were about to explode.

  “I want to… I want to last longer… but I don’t think I can.” I could have slowed him down and prolonged his agony. It could have been a unique and pleasurable kind of suffering. It didn’t seem right with the threat of discovery hanging over our heads.

  “This is exactly what I came in here for. Don’t hold back on my occasion. The load simmering inside you is going to come steaming out of your ears.” I could feel his balls full to overcapacity. Just handling those orbs with my warm hands would have been enough.

  I rarely had the chance to take my time. The one time I did was in a no-tell motel. He was a little sleazy and had just returned from overseas with a chip on his shoulder. I was able to relax him and then torture him endlessly by incessantly squeezing his balls constantly changing the rhythm. I was going to give him my mouth, but inspiration struck and his climactic end came from my hands playing with his balls.

  I was pulled back to the present where Tyrone was currently pulsating with the head changing to different colors. He was fighting his natural instinct. I gave him my inner applause for making the effort.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever had someone with this kind of enthusiasm. That tongue is touching me like no other woman has ever done before. Your hands are delicate and insistent at the same time. Never mind the way you look at me with a longing in your eyes.” He was coming to the point where he was either going to have to let it go or risk having it back up in his manly plumbing.

  The extra suction I put on the head drove into him like a spear with precision. He made a lurch forward with the head touching the back of my mouth. I could feel the rumble moving quickly up the shaft and moved his knob back until it was covered by my mouth.

  He slammed his hands down onto the desk. It was almost enough of a surprise to make me dislodge the spewing contents of his log of persuasion. The first taste of his seed was this thick stream across my tongue. I savored the moment, closing my eyes and concentrating on my taste buds. It was a known fact the tongue was sensitive. I felt like mine was extra sensitive, but there was no way to know for sure.

  He jerked wildly and I had to hold onto the base working him into submission. This was in my possession and I was taking everything he could give me. I milked the length of his pipe until only a little bit was left. I got what was left by working my nimble fingers up the diameter of his delicious looking black Popsicle stick.

  It was more than a mouthful, but I never allowed one single sticky string to escape my oral clutches. He was out of commission, but making him rise from the ashes of his orgasm wasn’t going to take much. I carefully let him go and I could see the disappointment in his eyes. He really wanted it to continue and he wasn’t the only one.

  I was so into pleasing him that I didn’t even consider the furnace of my sex desperate for someone to stoke the fires into a blaze. I swallowed all of his cream, but I kept a little bit on the surface of my tongue to use as a much-needed lip balm.

  “I really don’t know what to say. The one thing comes to mind. I want to do that again and maybe more. It depends on the situation and how we feel in the moment. When can I see you again?” We had to be careful, but sneaking around was part of the fun. It added a bit more of an exotic flavor to go with my fascination for men’s uniforms.

  “This need grabs me when I least expect it. That girl has been locked away for way too long. It sometimes feels like a nightmare, but the pleasure is more than enough to bring my fantasies to reality. It’s not like I’m going anywhere. We just have to find someplace more private other than your office.” I peeked behind the curtain and waited until the coast was clear.

  “I didn’t even get a chance to use this.” I heard the snap of the belt and I quivered at the notion of wearing his mark.

  “You are speaking my language. If I didn’t have a reason to come back already then I do now.” I was only gone 20-minutes, but it felt longer. The ticking of the clock meant nothing.

  I found a letter on my cot. It was short and sweet. The words sent a cold chill of dread running through my body. I r
ead it over again to make sure the meaning was clear. I had no idea who had left it, but someone was watching me. They had seen or surmised what had happened behind closed doors.

  Chapter Three

  “I know what you did and I want to talk to you about it before I decide what to do. Meet me after lights out behind the truck in the courtyard.” I kept rehashing the words and looking around to see if anybody was showing signs of pulling the wool over my eyes.

  “You’re not acting like yourself.” Sam was standing beside me and I wasn’t concentrating on scaling the bars. I lost my grip and was barely hanging by one hand before I finally found the warrior spirit within.

  “I have some things on my mind, but I appreciate how you’re looking out after me. Watching me has become a fulltime job for you. I hope I haven’t done anything to disappoint you.” I was digging for information by hinting at an impropriety he might have come across. I didn’t want to tell Tyrone and he would automatically cut things off before they went any further.

  “There are many things you have done to get on people’s nerves. I find the way you raise the bar to be inspiring. I’ve learned that I have a lot more inside me than I realized. I’ve broken some records but only because you have forced me to look at myself in the mirror.” I was hoping the short note was written by Sam, but I was getting the idea it wasn’t. It meant someone was causing trouble and I was willing to castrate them for the effort.

  “This place has the ability to make or break a man or a woman. Finding the inner strength to do something impossible is something Marines should be doing every day.” The sun had already gone down. Sam and I were the only ones on the obstacle course at this time of night.

  “We better get back before we’re caught out after lights out. We ran until we were practically laughing the entire way across the compound. We barely made it before Tyrone slammed the door behind us.

  He gave us a look, but he didn’t say anything. I was wondering if maybe he was playing a game with me. Was this some kind of tough love to make me sweat bullets by the very idea of being found out? I didn’t see anything in his expression to indicate he was the cause of my worry.

  He left soon after and my bunk was the closest to the window. It was fortuitous and gave me an easy way out without being noticed. I cautiously opened the window wider a slow inch at a time. I put my pillow under the blanket to mimic my form. It wouldn’t fool anybody for long, but a casual inspection with a flashlight would most likely make my absence go unnoticed.

  There were patrols, but I was able to time them to perfection. I sprinted across the grounds, keeping low and hiding behind any obstacle I could find. I could see the truck bathed in darkness. The location for this meeting was chosen carefully to avoid detection. There was somebody there smoking a cigarette with the blunt end lit up as the only way to inform me of his arrival.

  I wasn’t sure how much he wanted me to know about his identification. I decided to respect his right to privacy by letting him stay a mystery.

  “I don’t know what you want for your silence, but it appears you have me at a disadvantage. I’m throwing myself at your mercy. I won’t even defend my actions. There’s no point in denying when you already know the truth.” A billow of smoke followed in rings from his mouth.

  “I’m not going to blow the whistle on you. I do want one thing in return for my silence.” I had very little in the coffers of my bank account. I would gladly give it all up to stay in the shadows where my secret should belong.

  “How much is it going to cost me to keep this quiet? I don’t care about myself, but Tyrone doesn’t deserve to lose everything he has built. It wasn’t his fault and I don’t want to drag him down with me.” I was willing to sacrifice myself. It wasn’t necessary to make others suffer for my mistake.

  “I don’t want money. I want you, Kenya.” His voice was lowered for the earlier portion of the conversation, but this time he allowed his real voice to stand strong.

  He turned and pushed me up against the canvas of the truck. Captain Reynolds had taken an interest and now I knew my suspicions were true.

  “I thought you would never ask. It took me being with Tyrone to make you see an opportunity you couldn’t let slip through your fingers.” He held my gaze with his blazing blue eyes and then kissed me.

  The tongue was a horrible thing to waste. There was no wasted motion and his hands found their way into the waistband of my pants.

  He was reminding me of how lonely I was. What I had done with Tyrone had only scratched the surface of my desire. It had been quite some time since I had a cock stuffed inside me. It was about time to rectify the miscarriage of justice.

  His fingers found how wet I was and he brought them out to let me smell my juices on his fingers. I grabbed his wrist and sampled what he had pulled out of me. I closed my eyes and once again let my taste buds take me away. It was a pale comparison to what was waiting for me inside his pants.

  “I didn’t have to see to know what you were doing behind closed doors with Tyrone. I heard what you said and I was close to taking my cock out to finish myself off. It brought to mind something despicable and wickedly evil. I couldn’t help myself. I had to lure you to me like the fly into my spider web. I wanted to find out if I could use this information to get into your pants.” He was already inside my pants. His fingers returned to where I could feel how hard he was working to make me cum standing up.

  “It appears my suspicions about you were well-founded. You really do know how to find a woman’s G spot.” The sloshing sound confirmed what my body was already telling me. The heat of my cream ran in rivulets down my legs.

  “I’ve been watching you from the moment you arrived a couple of weeks ago. I couldn’t stop imagining what I would do in this moment. It became unhealthy. I didn’t have the courage to say anything to your face. I didn’t want to risk finding myself on the receiving end of sexual harassment charges.” His fingers were constantly sinking into me. I wasn’t even concerned about someone finding us in the spotlight of their flashlight.

  “I’ve been… I’ve been watching you…” My breath was short and raspy. I wanted more of this pleasurable torture. He was the second man to catch my eye. I would’ve done the same thing with Sam, but I didn’t want to ruin what we had by tangling our limbs in the pleasurable pursuit of pleasure.

  “I really want to fuck you inside this truck.” He lifted the tarp and helped me up by putting both hands on the cheeks of my ass. It was his way of getting a cheap feel and I didn’t mind.

  “I would like to request…” He put his finger on my lips and reached down to release what was making my body ache inside. The balloon shape of his organ was nicely in proportion to the rest of his body.

  “I did mention that I was listening to you inside his office. I know what makes your motor run. I’ve had my fair share of women with the same affliction to the uniform.” He made me yelp when he pulled my pants all the way off in one fluid motion.

  “I’m already soaking wet for you. Finger fucking me like that will always get you what you are after. One touch is more than enough to raise my flag of surrender.” We were under the cover of the tarp, but we were going to make the springs rock with a mind of their own.

  “You can already see my flag is giving you the customary salute of a soldier ready to follow orders.” He was holding onto it and moving into a position with my legs wrapped around him. I could feel the heat of his knob getting a taste of what it was in store for.

  “It doesn’t appear you need any help. I’m yours and I hope you know how easy it would have been to seduce me. There’s no way for you to know someone’s interest without testing the waters.” The petals bloomed open with the help of his two fingers to give him a target to concentrate on.

  The mushroom cloud of his excitement pushed fourth. It was worth the risk to be doing this in a semi-public place. I was getting the basic idea getting caught was another one of my kinky devices. I remembered the other five times and it wa
s always in their car. I didn’t know what I would do with a bed.

  “Fuck me.” The head was followed by the rest of him until his balls were tight up against me.

  I remembered every time our eyes met it was almost more than I could take. He was finally touching me and it was blowing me away.

  I had been close to others, but this was different somehow. I could see his dreams in his eyes. I didn’t know the meaning of the word love. I wanted to spend the rest of my life exploring his body and finding every little thing that was going to make him groan with satisfaction.

  “I wasn’t expecting this when I went to your barracks to see you.” I looked to see who was speaking. I was still on my back with my legs in the air and my ankles locked behind Captain Reynolds. Tyrone was the added whipped cream to the dessert I was already having.