hereiam_1971
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Annabelle trembled as she knelt between the legs of Master Chief Aviation Mate Mathew O’Halerin, her eyes fixed on his brass belt buckle. She felt like she was at the very top of an emotional rollercoaster as she expressed her desires to him; she wanted to reach out, to touch him, but she was unsure as to his reaction. Without moving her head, she tried to sneak a glance up to try to read his eyes, but she couldn’t see past the starched khaki shirt he still wore.
Then his fingers found the bottom of her chin and she met his eyes, then just as quickly she broke the contact and let them fall back down. When he spoke he did so with the dark commanding voice, which she just realized made her so weak. She squirmed slightly at his feet as he said “How will you please me Lieutenant?” Before she could answer he continued, his voice sending shivers through her. “Will you please me with your mind my sweet little jg?”
‘My mind?’ she thought, ‘what does he mean.’ Her confusion must have been obvious because he seemed to brush his own question off and pose a second query. “Or perhaps with your gorgeous young body?” The last comment made her stop. She knew what all of this had been about, but now it was finally on the table. She knew that without a doubt she would do whatever she could to please him. Her inhibitions had been left with what remained of her uniform, piled on the black and white tile. In the back of her mind she formed the word that described what she would do for him. Whore.
“Yes Master Chief,” replied, the tremble in her voice distinctly evident. “With my body.”
Her eyes flickered back and she saw him smile. His thumb ran across her lips as he held her, making her wait on his words. Finally, he let the smile drop and his dark voice came again, echoing in the confines of the gekan. “Show me Lieutenant. Show me how you will please me!”
Annabelle froze, the moment of truth on her. She had to do as he asked, she had to please him. With trembling hands she fumbled for the brass slide of his belt. After opening ht belt, she pressed her head against his crotch, feeling the presence of his arousal against her cheek. She breathed in, smelling him. She felt his thumb brush against her cheek and she raised her head looking at him.
Capturing his thumb with her mouth she gently sucked in, her eyes still focused on his face. Her hands were now working at his trousers; unfastening the clip and buttons, pulling down his zipper. Her tongue ran across the nail of his thumb, as she pushed the fly open, pushing down his underwear and freeing his cock. Releasing his thumb from between her lips, she broke eye contact with him, and studied his phallus. The she cautiously flicked her tongue across the top of the engorged purple head, tasting the small clear drops that welled out of the slit.
Then his fingers found the bottom of her chin and she met his eyes, then just as quickly she broke the contact and let them fall back down. When he spoke he did so with the dark commanding voice, which she just realized made her so weak. She squirmed slightly at his feet as he said “How will you please me Lieutenant?” Before she could answer he continued, his voice sending shivers through her. “Will you please me with your mind my sweet little jg?”
‘My mind?’ she thought, ‘what does he mean.’ Her confusion must have been obvious because he seemed to brush his own question off and pose a second query. “Or perhaps with your gorgeous young body?” The last comment made her stop. She knew what all of this had been about, but now it was finally on the table. She knew that without a doubt she would do whatever she could to please him. Her inhibitions had been left with what remained of her uniform, piled on the black and white tile. In the back of her mind she formed the word that described what she would do for him. Whore.
“Yes Master Chief,” replied, the tremble in her voice distinctly evident. “With my body.”
Her eyes flickered back and she saw him smile. His thumb ran across her lips as he held her, making her wait on his words. Finally, he let the smile drop and his dark voice came again, echoing in the confines of the gekan. “Show me Lieutenant. Show me how you will please me!”
Annabelle froze, the moment of truth on her. She had to do as he asked, she had to please him. With trembling hands she fumbled for the brass slide of his belt. After opening ht belt, she pressed her head against his crotch, feeling the presence of his arousal against her cheek. She breathed in, smelling him. She felt his thumb brush against her cheek and she raised her head looking at him.
Capturing his thumb with her mouth she gently sucked in, her eyes still focused on his face. Her hands were now working at his trousers; unfastening the clip and buttons, pulling down his zipper. Her tongue ran across the nail of his thumb, as she pushed the fly open, pushing down his underwear and freeing his cock. Releasing his thumb from between her lips, she broke eye contact with him, and studied his phallus. The she cautiously flicked her tongue across the top of the engorged purple head, tasting the small clear drops that welled out of the slit.