“Please, let him off the hook just this once. For me?” Deborah pleaded with Sergeant Baker as he stood in the doorway. She worried that the Sergeant would hear the snoring coming from the bedroom, and leaned seductively against the door frame as she playfully bit her lower lip and ran her finger down Baker’s chest to distract him. Her husband, Doug, had had a late night of drinking, and had passed out just an hour before his superior officer showed up to reprimand him.
“Your husband is AWOL ma’am, I need to speak with him immediately. This can’t wait.” Sergeant Baker couldn’t help but admire Deborah’s feminine curves. Her breasts were nearly falling out of the white satin bra that she wore, which was exposed by her black robe that hung open. Her silky brunette hair was draped over her shoulders, and she not-so-subtly ran her fingers down the edge of her robe, pulling it open to reveal her white panties.
Deborah looked the Sergeant up and down, licking her lips and dropping to her knees, the front door still open. Sergeant Baker was a clean cut, professional army man, and Deborah loved to corrupt upstanding gentlemen such as him. She knew that this was her only way to keep her husband from getting into trouble, and used this excuse to free Baker’s mahogany manhood from its wool prison.
Baker steadied himself against the doorframe as this brazen woman took his full eight inches into her mouth without hesitation. She looked up at him, his chocolate skin and devilish smirk making her panties damp. She tasted his stiff member, cupping his balls and bobbing her head up and down as he moaned over her.
“Mmm, shit. I might be able to turn a blind eye to Doug’s fuck up. Though, I think I’m going to need a little more convincing than this.” Baker exclaimed with a loud groan. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he pushed her head down until his cock slid down the back of her throat. Deborah took his full length skillfully, and when her new lover released her, she licked his oozing tip and smiled up at him with knowing eyes.
“Whatever I can do for you, Sir. I’m sure I can make you forget all about this.” Deborah assured him, her robe now completely open, and her bosom bouncing as Sergeant Baker pulled her to her feet.
He held her close, and kissed her hard as he stepped forward and slammed the door behind him. Their tongues danced as they stumbled their way through the house, finally tumbling through the bedroom door and landing on the messed bed next to Deborah’s sleeping husband. Baker and Deborah both looked over at Doug, his drunken unconsciousness amusing them as they undressed one another mere inches away from his sleeping form.
“Fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I hope he wakes up and sees you taking this dick for him.” Baker chuckled, tearing the panties from Deborah’s smooth mound.
“Mmmm, give me that big black cock and we will just see how much of this I’m doing for him.” Deborah pulled the Sergeant’s trousers down, and he stepped out of them as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He leaned forward and climbed on top of her, kissing her passionately as her milky white legs wrapped around his waist like vines clinging to a marble pillar.
Her shaven womanhood was already moist and ready for him, and soon his girthy tumescence was penetrating her. Deborah groaned softly, and Baker delved deep into her velvety chasm. Her round breasts heaved, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. Deborah’s hips grinded against the Sergeant’s pelvis, and she rode him with a vigor that she had forgotten she was capable of.
“Oooh fuck! Yeah, that’s it, God you fill me up so good!” Deborah whimpered, her fingers digging into the bare, muscular chest of her husband’s superior officer. She looked over at Doug, his snoring form within reach of the two adulterers, as she rode Sergeant Baker’s cock and moaned without restraint.
“Oh shit, girl, your tight little pussy feels so damn good, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I wonder what Doug would think of me blowing my load in his wife’s little white cunt!” Baker groped at Deborah’s firm ass, squeezing her cheeks and thrusting upward into her as she bounced her ass on his rock hard tool. As Baker spoke his name, Doug seemed to stir, and the threat of him waking up and catching the two of them in the throws of passion made the two lovers even more excited.
“Oh God! I think I know what would make this moment perfect!” A wicked grin spread across Deborah’s face, and she leaned back for a moment to massage her clit as she clenched around Baker’s granite member.
She showed off for him, circling her hips and coaxing the orgasm from his eager loins. When she was sure he was getting close, she lifted her ass, letting his thick manhood slip out of her juicy pussy before crawling off of him. Doug was still laying next to them, sprawled out on his back, his eyes fluttering as if he was just beginning to wake up. Deborah knelt on all fours, her round ass and inviting cunt positioned right over her slumbering husband’s face.
“Oh, fuck. Yes!” Sergeant Baker exclaimed, jumping up and straddling the sleeping officer beneath him. He looked down at Deborah’s perfect, petite ass, and rubbed his leaking tip against her welcoming womanhood. Just as he entered her, he saw Doug’s tired eyes open between his legs. Now that he knew that his subordinate was now awake, and looking up at his balls slapping into his own wife’s wet pussy, he couldn’t help but relish this moment.
“Wh-what’s…what’s going on?” Doug’s voice was weak, and drowned out by the intense slapping of Baker pounding into Deborah’s rippling ass. Deborah moaned and screamed, looking down every few seconds to make sure her husband could see what was happening right above him.
“Oh my God yes! Fuck me, Baker! Harder! Yes, yes, yes!” Elain cried out, the thrill of the moment already bringing her near climax. Sergeant Baker’s big, firm phallus filled her in ways she hadn’t felt in so long, and knowing that she was getting fucked just inches above her husband’s face made her clit tingle.
“Oooh, fuck! You see this, Doug? You see me filling up your wife’s slutty little cunt?” Baker grunted through gritted teeth. “Get ready, boy, ’cause I’m going to stuff her nice and full!”
“Wait, what? What’s happening? Uh… Deborah?” Doug blinked a few times, reaching up to rub his eyes and finding that his Sergeant’s knees were pinning his arms to his sides. “What the- Sergeant? Deborah? What the fuck-”
Doug’s surprised and confused protests were cut short by the pleasured wails of the furociously fucking black man hovering above him. Doug looked up to see Sergeant Baker’s girthy dick hammering in and out of his wife’s willing hole, and he flinched every time the man’s balls slapped against her smooth mound.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m getting close! You want a nice juicy creampie stuffed into that pussy, babe? While your husband watches me pump a load into you?” Sergeant Baker and Deborah both laughed, their bodies sweaty, and writhing together over Doug’s helpless face.
Doug struggled for a moment, trying to get free, but soon he realized the predicament he was in. He was in the presence of Sergeant First Class Baker, and he knew that his drunken antics could get him in serious trouble now that his superior officer had seen the state he was in. Baker knew that he could do what he wanted, even fuck Doug’s wife right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Among these thoughts, Doug found himself oddly aroused by the situation he had awoken to find himself in. He was helpless, humiliated, and cucked by his wife and Sergeant, and though he wished this moment would end, he felt oddly intrigued.
“Fuck, no. Please, I…ooooh…I can’t watch this.” Doug mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to supress the mixed emotions that were flooding his mind.
“Oh no you don’t.” Baker chortled. “Open your eyes and watch me fuck your wife!”
“Y-yes, Sir.” Doug submitted, staring up at the disturbing scene forced upon him. He thought he could stifle the humiliation and arousal that he felt, until his officer gave him an order that would stay with him forever.
“Oooh, shit. Here it comes… open your mouth, Doug, you’re going to both take my load!” Sergeant Baker’s speed increased, and he pounded Deborah’s eager cunt as she cried out for his delicious cream pie.
“I…I…” Doug hesitated, his stiff cock and turning stomach confusing him further.
“Now!” Baker demanded, the word ending in a long, telling groan. Doug obeyed his superior’s order, and opened his mouth wide as Baker pumped his essence into Deborah’s tight womb.
“Oooh fuuuck yes!” Deborah cried out, feeling Baker empty himself into her with a loud grunt, and simultaneously reaching an intense climax of her own.
Baker released a few strings of cum into the taut hole that he had enjoyed so thoroughly, making sure he kept only the tip inside her as he stroked himself to completion. After a few spurts, he pulled himself from the delightful hole, and let the creamy gift drip into Doug’s open mouth. The milky semen gushed from his tip, as well as the clenching chasm that dripped over Doug’s face, and the mixture of cum and feminine juices coated the tongue of the helpless cuck beneath them.
Doug accepted the dripping punishment, swallowing every drop of bitter sweet semen that slid down his throat. He licked his glazed lips, and caught every stray drop that fell to his mouth as Baker spread Deborah’s labia and stroked out a few more globs of viscous fluid onto his subordinate’s tongue.
“Mmm, now this will keep that little bitch in line from now on, won’t it babe?” Baker asked rhetorically, slapping Deborah’s ass and crawling off the bed as Doug swallowed the last bit of cum that was forced down his throat.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” Deborah sat back on Doug’s chest, looking down at him as she brushed the sweaty strands of hair from her face. “And thanks to me, at least you won’t get in trouble. I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.”
Doug gulped, his hands shaking, and his wife’s pussy leaking onto his chest.
“Th-thank you sweetheart.” Doug mumbled, watching his superior officer get dressed and make his way out the door. Just as the Sergeant stopped at the bedroom door, he turned back to address his subordinate one last time.
“Better stay in line, or next time it won’t just be your mouth getting filled with my load.”
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