Multi-Orgasmic Box Set

A Problem with Authority Private Jesse Bagnall glowered and muttered to himself all the way to the mess. He’d just been bawled out by Corporal Roxanne Grey—yet again—and he was getting seriously fed up of it. He knew he wasn’t perfect in the drill exercises, but then nor were any of the other guys. It was like she was singling him out and aiming all her abuse in his direction. Being shouted at was to be expected in the army—it was almost part of the job description—but Corporal Grey’s attitude was bordering on discriminatory, and he didn’t know what to do about it. Especially without looking like a total p***y. Spotting some of his closest friends at a table towards the back of the mess, he caught the eye of one of them—Matt Kay—raised a hand in greeting, then got in line for his food. Several minutes later he loaded his cup of tea onto his tray along with everything else and headed over to where he’d seen Matt and the boys. Hopefully they’d take his mind off the Queen b***h. They were always game for a laugh. “All right, lads?” he said, sliding his tray onto the table and taking a seat. There were mumbles of assent. “Yeah,” replied Ed Patterson. “You?” “Yeah, I suppose.” Ed raised an eyebrow, and the other men turned their attention to Jesse, too. “Well,” Ed said, “that wasn’t very convincing. What’s up, mate?” Jesse sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s the drill instructor.” His friends exchanged confused looks. “Care to elaborate?” Matt said. Not wanting to look like a wimp in front of his mates, Jesse changed his tone. But once he had, the anger took over him. “She’s a f*****g b***h, that’s what!” The confused expressions turned to surprised ones. “I’m fed up of her treating me like a t**t. I know it’s her job to bawl us out, but she takes it too far. I do my f*****g best, work my arse off, and it’s still not good enough for her.” He barely noticed the gazes of his friends shifting slightly, and carried on regardless. “She definitely picks on me more than everyone else. As though I’ve seen sitting on my arse when everyone else is killing themselves to get it right. She’s just being a complete and utter b***h. b***h face f*****g Grey!” Matt cleared his throat, to no avail. “You know what her problem is?” Jesse continued. “She needs a f*****g good shag, she does. That might cheer the miserable cow up. Mind you, Christ knows what man would be brave enough to go there. She’d probably bite your c**k off as soon as suck it.” As the red mist of his anger dissipated, Jesse finally clocked the reactions of the other men around his table. They weren’t at all what he’d expected. Ed and Matt looked mighty chagrined, staring at a point over his left shoulder. Private Graham Pilgrim had actually put his head down and begun to bang it on the table. A cold trickle of dread ran down his back, and he turned, wondering which of his superiors had heard his rant. Fuck. It was none other than the target of his diatribe. Corporal Roxanne Grey stood, her arms crossed, one high-heeled foot tapping on the floor. Her facial expression was as far from impressed as it was possible to be. Coolly, she said, “Bagnall. Guard room, now.” Jesse’s heart sunk into his heavy-duty boots, and he had to resist the temptation to drop his gaze to the floor. His buddies would never let him live it down. He had to do as the woman said otherwise he’d be guilty of insubordination, but he was going to do it in the manliest way possible. Turning back to the table, he sneaked a quick glance at each of his friends in turn, hoping his expression looked irritated, not s**t scared, which was what he really was. Standing, he left his lunch tray where it was and followed Corporal Grey out of the mess, across the yard and into the scruffy-looking building that was the guard room. God, the government really needed to put some money into this place—it certainly didn’t give off the air of tough professionalism that the personnel were expected to show. Opening the door, Corporal Grey stood aside and ushered him in, before following him and shutting the door behind them and twisting the lock. The room was empty. She moved to sit in a chair, and motioned him to take another one. “I suppose you know why you’re here?” “Yes, ma’am. My unforgiveable words and actions back in the mess.” Now it was just the two of them, he could grovel as much as he felt necessary without worrying about losing face. “Hmm. Yes. But actually, it’s more the reasoning behind the words that I’m interested in.” “W—what do you mean?” “You mentioned that you feel like I pick on you, more than I do anyone else during drill instruction. As though you’re sitting on your arse, I do believe were your words.” Jesse fought the colour coming to his face, and failed miserably. “Y—yes, ma’am.” “Do I really make you feel that way? Or were you just having a whinge to your mates? Tell me honestly, please.” The anger had gone from her tone, and her expression was open, expectant. She really and truly wanted him to be honest. He opened and closed his mouth—not unlike a fish—a couple of times, before clearing his throat and attempting to form an answer. It didn’t help that, now she’d stopped screaming at him and was actually being quite pleasant, he’d come to the conclusion that she was hot. Even in her army uniform, she looked feminine, as though she was hiding a delicious body underneath all that olive green. “O—okay then. Yes, you do. Ever since you turned up to drill us in preparation for the parade, you’ve made me feel like a useless sack of s**t. I know it’s important, God do I know, and I want to get it right, but I really am trying my best. I’m giving this my all, and it seems as though it’s just not good enough for you. Some of the other guys are worse than me, and you don’t come down on them like a ton of bricks. Maybe just half a ton.” He smiled weakly, hoping she’d realise he was joking. A tiny smile played at the corners of the corporal’s lips. “Would it make you feel any better if I told you why I’m doing it? Shouting at you more than the others, I mean.” “Um, I guess it depends on what you’re going to say. I’m really not as s**t as some of the other guys.” “I know. But...” She got to her feet and moved to stand in front of Jesse. Leaning down and placing her hands on the arms of his chair, she continued. “Let’s just say I’m trying not to let my true feelings show. If people found out how much I want you, I don’t think it would go down too well.” “W—want me? You want me?” His heart pounded, and his brain raced to keep up with what she was saying. Did she really mean what he thought she meant? Was there a way he could have misunderstood her words? He didn’t think so. “You mean, like, want me in the s*x way?” He knew his phrasing was ridiculous, but he couldn’t think of anything better right at that moment. His brain was too fried. Corporal Grey laughed, her blue eyes sparkling as crinkles appeared in their corners. It was adorable and sexy all at once, and Jesse’s c**k surprised him by hardening. “Yes,” she said. “I mean in the s*x way. But I guess you know now why I’ve been behaving the way I have? Can you forgive me? I didn’t mean to make you feel like a useless sack of s**t. I’m sorry.” “Yeah, I can forgive you. But only if you make it up to me.” It seemed his c**k had taken over control of his mouth now, because as the words floated into the air, he realised he had no idea what he actually meant. “Oh yeah?” Moving her hands to her hips, Corporal Grey adopted a saucy stance. “And how am I supposed to do that?” Jesse cast his gaze about the room rapidly, hoping for inspiration. Thankfully, he spotted something that would serve his purpose perfectly. Standing, he gently pushed past her and retrieved the pace stick that was propped up in the corner. Designed for marking time in parades and similar, when it was open it formed a ‘V’ shape; closed it was just a wooden stick. One he could use to get his own back on Corporal Grey. And he really had to stop thinking of her as Corporal Grey, especially considering what he was about to do. She was Roxanne. Turning back to her, he stifled a grin when he saw the look on her face. She obviously hadn’t been expecting that. Pointing to a nearby table, he commanded, “Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend over.” “O—okay.” She sounded nervous, and he didn’t blame her. Frankly, he was surprised she’d agreed. He was wielding quite an interesting weapon, and she was going to allow him to use it on her. Perhaps she was into a bit of pain. He’d soon find out. Following her to the table, he waited while she summoned her courage, then lifted her skirt. His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his close-cropped hairline when he saw the skimpy black thong that had been hidden beneath her drab skirt. It bisected lovely pale, round bum cheeks, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to pull the material aside and bury his c**k in her warm depths. First, though, Roxanne had some making up to do. “Ready?” Pressing her hands to the surface of the table, she nodded quickly. Jesse moved into the position he thought best and waved the pace stick around a little, to get used to the way it moved and balanced. He’d never s*****d a woman before, never mind with one of these things. God knows why he’d even suggested it. She probably thought he was some kind of kinky bastard, now. Never mind, it was just a bit of fun. Fun that was already making his c**k throb and press insistently at the inside of his combats. Sucking in a deep breath, he drew his arm back and forth a couple of times, practising the correct angle to strike Roxanne’s delectable bottom. He didn’t want to accidentally whack the back of her legs, or miss utterly and hit the table. Coming to the conclusion he could do this all day and not feel any more confident, he figured he should just go for it. Shifting his arm back once more, he then swung it all the way forward until the pace stick hit her naked skin. There was an interesting slapping sound, followed by a yelp from Roxanne. Milliseconds later, a red stripe decorated her skin. It looked kinda sexy, and as she hadn’t screamed blue murder and run away or tried to kill him, he decided she could take it. Lining up carefully once more, he laid another blow on her arse. It bobbed enticingly with the impact, and a red mark appeared next to the first. His c**k was fit to burst. God, he hoped she’d be up for s*x after this. Perhaps he oughtn’t push her too far, just in case. He definitely didn’t want to go and have to rub one out in his bunk. Two more swings later and Jesse decided to change his tactics. The stick was fun and it probably hurt like hell, but it was damn unwieldy and he wanted to lay strikes on her faster and with more precision. There was only one thing for it—he’d have to use his hand. Discarding the stick with more eagerness than he’d admit to, he reached out and stroked Roxanne’s burning cheeks. “Okay for a few with my hand?” he asked. “Yes.” She was breathless, and sounded as though she was on the verge of tears, but if she wanted him to stop, she’d have said so. Corporal Roxanne Grey was no pushover, which was why they were in this situation in the first place. Shrugging, he altered his position once more and whacked her right cheek. Then the left. If her skin hadn’t already been so red, he was sure he’d have left handprints. Growing more confident, he slapped her harder, experimenting with a flattened hand, then a cupped hand, to see which made the best sounds or caused her to gasp more loudly. Soon, he could take no more. His hand stung like f**k, and if he didn’t do something with his d**k soon he was probably going to come in his underwear. Raining a few more blows down on her for good measure, he then grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her upright and spun her around. Her face was red, her eyes wide. But she hadn’t been crying, and she didn’t look angry. In fact, she looked as horny as he felt, her eyes glinting and her lips parted enticingly. Taking advantage, he slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her with all the need and arousal he was experiencing, hoping like hell she wouldn’t decide he’d gone a step too far. Thankfully, she didn’t. She returned the embrace, slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him back with a bruising ferocity. So it seemed she did like the pain. That was something clearly worth knowing. Their tongues brushed together, explored, tickled and fought until Jesse was dizzy with need. Pulling away, he gasped for air, then said, “Roxanne, I really need to f**k you, but I don’t have a condom.” A coquettish smile taking over her lips, she replied, “It’s okay, I do.” She moved over to a bank of lockers, opened one of the doors and pulled out a handbag. Dipping her hand inside, she rummaged around a little and emerged with a foil packet. “Wow, you’re prepared.” He couldn’t hide his surprise. “Wouldn’t you be if you were one of the few women on an army base?” “Touché. Now, shall we make use of it?” “Abso-f*****g-lutely. Get your c**k out.” The woman really was full of surprises. Doing as he was told, he undid his combats and pulled his c**k out, stroking it up and down a couple of times while she ripped open the packet. Taking the protection from her, he rolled it down his shaft carefully, then pushed on the base to make sure it was secure. Shuffling towards the table, where Roxanne had now perched, skirt still up, legs akimbo and the gusset of her panties pulled to one side, Jesse was slammed with another massive wave of arousal. Her cunt was gorgeous. Hairless, swollen, pink and slick, he wanted to taste it. But that would have to wait for another time—if he was lucky enough to get one. For now, he’d give her the most memorable f**k he possibly could. “Ready?” he said, gripping his shaft with one hand and moving the other around her back. “Yes, Private, I’m ready. Just get on with it, will you?” Her words were harsh, but the look in her eyes told him that she was feeling as horny, as playful as he, and she really wanted to f**k. Not wanting to disappoint, he positioned himself between her thighs, aimed his cockhead at her entrance and slowly pushed home. She was tight, yet incredibly wet, so he didn’t meet much resistance as he penetrated her. And yet, she felt like a warm, slick glove around him, and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to be in danger of premature ejaculation. Slipping a hand between their bodies, he sought her clit, which was not difficult considering how large it was, distended with arousal. God, could this woman get any damn sexier? Stroking, pinching and rolling the flesh as he rocked in and out of her, he was determined to find out exactly what pushed her buttons so her c****x would wring his own out of him. He’d come then, but not before. Capturing her lips once more, he poured everything he had into pleasuring her. A long, hard, sensual kiss. Varying movements on her bud, and alternate fast and shallow, then slow and deep pumps of his c**k. He’d find out what worked for her and exploit it to the extreme. In the meantime, he had to hang on to his own o****m. He would not come until she did. Absolutely not. Soon, he found the perfect formula. Suckling on her bottom lip, he pressed hard on her clit and f****d her fast and furiously. Her moans grew louder, then quieter as she remembered where she was. It wouldn’t do either of them any good to get caught. Suddenly, Roxanne’s internal walls gripped him so hard he thought she’d rip his c**k off. The pressure was intense, constant. Then she pulled her face away from his, yanked the collar of her shirt into her mouth and bit down as she tumbled into bliss. Amazed, he watched her face go through a number of changes as her cunt gripped harder still, then released and went into a series of spasms, milking his c**k. Shunting into her a couple more times, he let himself go with a sense of relief. Tingles shot from the base of his spine, leaving a line of fire running up his shaft and out of the tip as he came. He gritted his teeth to keep himself quiet, enjoying the immense sensations of his own c****x and Roxanne’s combined. He wouldn’t have been able to hang on much longer, she just felt too damn good. They held on to one another as they rode out their respective orgasms, and Jesse found himself hoping against all hope that this wasn’t a one-off. “Hey,” he said gently, when he finally regained his voice. “You all right?” Looking every inch as though she’d just floated down to Earth, she nodded, and grinned dopily. “Yeah. You? We all square? Have I made it up to you sufficiently?” “Hell yeah.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “So does this mean you’re gonna be nicer to me now?” “Uh, no. People will notice. I’d rather carry on being a total b***h to you, then I can keep f*****g you in private and no one will suspect a thing.” “Oh, well, when you put it like that... be as bitchy as you like.” “I thought you might say that.” Grinning, Jesse voiced his next thought. “So, you got another condom?”