It took Herculean effort on my part, to wake up
3am in the morning, every morning, for the past
week and a half. I was fed up, tired, irritated,
hungry, and angry, half the time. Being called an
‘Otondo Corper’ didn’t help my demeanor.
I despised the soldiers and colleagues as well,
they were all so uncouth, shouting ‘double up!’
almost every time I hit the streets of Calabar
camp. I had lost all zest for life, as being posted
to where I didn’t want, meant to me that my life
was on hold for a whole year.
Sick with anger, I was constantly on edge, and in
that ‘Don’t Piss Me Off’ state of mind.
On this fateful day, my distraught emotions were
amplified by a gnawing feeling of being
controlled. I don’t like to be monitored or
controlled. I refused to shower at the normal
3am; I had decided I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Joy, go and have your bath, they’ll soon blow the
beagle” Shola said frantically, getting dressed.
She was just about the only person I could
tolerate, as my bitterness wouldn’t allow me make
new friends. I wasn’t feeling tolerable in that
moment, and my scowl silenced any sermons she
could have thrown at me about ‘stabbing the
parade ground’.
My Bunkie knew better than to implore me to
wake up, as she had seen the look I gave Shola.
Feeling like I had just exerted authority, and
broken that insignificant bit of control, I drifted
into dreamless sleep.
“Come out! Come out, you fuckers!”
The deep, angry voice registered in my brain.
What the fuck? I opened one eye, and raised my
head. Three soldiers were in the room. Two were
waking women up, as quietly as they could,
obviously assuming that we stayed behind
because we were sick. The third one bawled
again.
“My friend, will you stand up?! You think I give a
fuck what the matter is? You people are thieves!
Why don’t you go to the clinic if you’re really
sick?!”
*Sigh*
‘It isn’t all black and white, Sir’ I thought to
myself.
I was feeling strangely calm, and ready for
anything. Not that I was expecting the worst, but
in the midst of the cringing, scared women, I felt
like a boss. I was on the top bunk, and could be
spotted easily. I lifted my head, and put my hand
under my chin.
The screaming soldier stared at me in disbelief.
“You. You!” He pointed and came towards me.
“Get down! Get the fuck down!” I slowly rolled into
sitting position and jumped down from my bed.
“Sir, I’m not feeling well” I said in a mocking tone,
searching my box for my medical report.
Ready to take whatever comes next, I turned to
hand him my report.
I lost all coherent thoughts for five minutes; He
was so tall. In spite of my 6’1 height, I felt a
pang of fear, as he stared down at me, eyes
narrowed. He smelled of musk and soap, the kind
that drifted, had you turning your head in its
direction…
I watched his mouth as he licked his lips. Oh
God. The longest stare-down ever, and I was
obviously staring. I felt hot between my thighs,
as I imagined all the things I could have this god
do to me.
I tried locking my pussy from within, but my mind
was already giving me pleasure…
“You think you’re something eh?” His rude tone
jarred my thoughts.
“Go and squat down like your mates!”
I realized
staring back at him may have infuriated him the
more. I calmly went outside to squat, wriggling
my big ass as I walked slowly. I had forgotten
about the other two soldiers who were now
leaving for other hostels.
“Tscheeew. They now left this mean one for us,”
one of the women complained.
He came out and looked at our reports, bawling
like a bear.
“You fuckers think you’re smart!
Faking medical
reports to stay in! Lazy things! Bloody Otondos!”
He barked
My legs were hurting. I didn’t care anymore, I
wasn’t squatting down. That look of disbelief
crossed his face again. I smiled inwardly.
Who was he, really? Was I supposed to be utterly
scared of him?
“Look here. You better squat down!”
He screamed
“I can’t, my legs hurt” I was getting annoyed. He
turned to the other women ” All of you, double up
to the parade ground!”
They raced for their lives as he said to me
‘ I’ll deal with you in this camp’. In response, I
shoved my report in his direction.
Snatching it
from me, he almost tore it. He was shaking in
anger, obviously outraged at my behavior.
If only such angry energy could be directed at
fucking me, for it had been too long I had sex,
this camp had cramped my style.
Angry at my
body’s response to this insolent soldier, I scowled
as he began to undermine the report.
“This is bullshit! You have heart failure?!” He
protested
“No, heart decompensating due to heart failure” I
said coldly.
“Bullshit! Show me that here!” He screamed
Couldn’t he read? I moved closer to his side and
began to use my finger to search for the ailment,
when he slapped my hand. The bastard. Mad as
hell, I turned on him and made for my hostel.
He followed me.
“Hey! Hey!!! Don’t walk out on me! Get back here
and take this report!” He shouted
“Eat it, I have more copies!” I turned and spat at
him.
“You fucker!! Who do you think you are eh?!” He
continued
“What do YOU think that YOU are, eh? Swearing
all over the place!
Did you bring us to camp?! Is it when I faint,
you’ll know I’m really sick?!” I screamed back.
I was all burned out, crying that he’d dared hit
me, however little the slap was, so angry that I
wanted to fuck him so bad.
“You liar, you’re not sick! Keep talking that way,
I’ll end you in this camp!” He screamed
“You insolent bastard, you’ll end here! You’re
nobody, you can’t do…” I screamed back at him
while stormed back into the hostel.
He grabbed
my arm and pulled me back into him, planting a
hard kiss on my lips.
His silencing kiss was enough to have me cum,
as I was already fired up from previously
fantasizing about him taking me. I groaned as he
bit on my lower lip and pushed me to the far end
of the hostel, his hands on my waist. Making me
face the wall, he kissed me from behind,
unbuttoning my nightshirt. He grabbed my ass,
squeezing and pressing them hard.
Pain and
pleasure followed into my body, briefly
unexplainable.
“You didn’t even wear your uniform….such
audacity” he whispered, sounding incredulous. I
smiled, and sighed as he kissed my neck, thumb
and forefingers teasing my nipples, rough palms
mounding my breasts.
Finally, his anger is been directed into sex,
Gawd!!!!! Now to fill my pussy with his dick, thats
the only way he can pay me back for all the
annoyance he caused.
I wanted more. I led his left hand in between my
thighs…
“Take it all off..” He ordered.
WOW….men in uniform always turn me on, I was
enjoying been ordered around.
I quickly pulled off my shorts and panties, and
there I was – in all my naked glory, whimpering
and almost weeping as this incredibly hot soldier
finger-fucked me, playing with my tits.
“Say Stephan..” He ordered me again, nibbling my
ear, I tried. I could only moan it.
Shiiiit, the
pleasure was killing me internally.
That was his name? Could he be any hotter?
“Stephan..” I cried it out, as I buckled, but his
weight supported me. I almost came, but not
quite yet. I wanted his D. One hand was at his
waist, unzipping his fly and dragging out the real
soldier.
He brought out his dick and rubbed it all over my
naked ass, pre-cum was drooling at the tip of his
shaft, I couldnt wait to have that magic stick
explore me. Multi-tasking himself, one hand
fingering me endlessly,the other hand pressing
and rubbing his hard dick over my naked soft ass.
Abruptly stopping his hands and turning me to
face him, I quickly stripped him of his uniform.
His penis stood at attention as I pulled off his
boxers, freeing the monster , and I suddenly
became confused as to whether his huge member
belonged in my pussy, or in my mouth. My pussy
twitched, reminding me of unfinished business
down there. Wearing only his boots, I led him to a
foam on the floor.
His groan increased when I sat on him, his desire
fuelled by my warm pussy, as I rode to please
myself. Back facing this rogue, I must have
uttered a hundred obscene things as I lost myself
in indescribable pleasure. He sat up, pushing his
dick inside of me, just enough to make me cry as
I poured on him. I was thoroughly insatiably wet,
He held me, kissed my neck and my back as I
climaxed, my butt and waist popping
uncontrollably. I moaned and sobbed, the pleasure
had been unbearable, he continued squeezing my
boobs, grabbing them with intent of busting
them.
“Ready for round two?” He asked as he laid back
down and grabbed both my thighs, pulling my
pussy from his dick to his mouth…
I couldn’t believe it, the way he pull me onto his
mouth like a little girl. I attempted to make it a
full 69, sucking on his dick as he kissed my pussy
lips, nibbling on my clit, and then sucking on it.
He sucked on it so hard, I had started to feel
pain, my legs were shaking. I muffled a cry as he
lightly scrapped my clit with his teeth, flickered
his tongue to ease the ‘pain’, then sucked on it
again.
I couldn’t please him which I dint like. I could do
nothing else but moan and whimper, as he finger
fucked and suckled me, over and over. When my
orgasm neared, he’d stop, and begin again.
I started to cry. I felt tortured, and begged for
release, which he obliged. Then he did something
no one had done to me before; as I climaxed,
waist and back popping over his mouth, he
sucked my cum out of me.
I couldn’t muffle my scream. I didn’t know what I
was feeling, only that I was out of this world with
unbearable ecstasy. I instinctively tried to run,
but he hooked his arms under my thighs and held
my bottom in a vice-like grip.
“Stephan..please” I whimpered.
I was spent, and I had done nothing for him..
Pussy hot and ringing, he released me to rise
and, as I thought, satisfy him in return. He got
up, and dressed. I stared at him,
uncomprehending.
“I want to hear you moan again, but your people
will soon return.” He said, wiping my tears of
pleasure.
He kissed me in my protest. “Come to the parade
ground by 11pm, for your ‘remaining
punishment’..” With amusement in his eyes, he
left.
Oh, I was so going!
Thefiercelane.
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