Short Story 2 #amwriting

If you missed it, while I’m stuck at home for days on end, I’m asking for suggestions for short story topics. Give me fetishes, kinks, specific groupings or events that you want to see featured in a short story, and I’ll do my best!

From Anonymous Hal: “Try something with a sexy army guy then.”


When my boyfriend left for basic training, I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle not being able to see him for weeks on end. But we managed. I wrote him letters and saved them for when he got home. Little did I know there was no way he was going to read them the first night he got back. He had other plans.

I was waiting for him when Drake stepped off the bus that brought him home. I rushed into his arms, but it was short lived. His parents whisked him away so they could spend time with him. Just before he got in their car, he whispered in my ear, “Tonight. I’ll pick you up at 9.”

“Can’t wait,” I said.

“Be ready for the time of your life,” he said with a wink.

And then he was gone.

I went home, frustrated and alone.

But now it’s almost 9, and I am so excited. I can’t believe the weeks have passed, and now the hours, and in just a few minutes, Drake will be at my door. Both of us being 19, we live at home, so spending time together at home is never an easy prospect. I don’t know where he’s taking me or what he has in mind, but I’m excited, nonetheless.

The doorbell rings, and I jump up to get it. My dad sits in front of the television and grunts as I run for the door. My mom is in the kitchen.

“Hi,” I say, rushing into Drake’s arms.

He’s wearing his Army uniform and it’s fucking sexy. “Hey,” he says.

“Let’s go,” I say, not wanting to be waylaid any further.

“When do you need to be home?” he asks.

“I don’t care,” I whisper. “Let’s just get out of here.”

He shrugs, and we go.  He surprises me by taking me to a hotel on the other side of town. We check in, and he takes me up to a room. “I didn’t even know you can get rooms at our age,” I say.

“You can’t,” he says, “but I had help.”

I raise one eyebrow at him, but I don’t care. He carries a suitcase down the hall, and I wonder what he’s packed in it. It doesn’t take me long to find out.

“I have had someone tell me when I can eat, sleep, sit, stand, and everything else for the last three weeks. Right now, more than anything else, I need to tell you what to do.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say with a grin. He knows I love being told what to do, so that works well for me. It was something we had played with a little before he left, but I’m always happy to play more.

“Good girl,” he says.

I kneel down in front of him in the closed hotel room.

“Take off your clothes.”

I do, without hesitation, tossing them to the side.

He takes a moment to look at me standing in front of him. “You are a sight for sore eyes, love,” he says.

“I’ve missed you, too, Sir,” I tease. He stays in his uniform, and it’s so fucking sexy I can’t stand it. I almost don’t want him to get undressed, except I really want to get to his cock.

“Get up on the bed on your hands and knees.”

I do, and I wait, watching his every move over my shoulder. He sets the suitcase on a bench and opens it. I can’t see what he’s getting out, but he turns back to me with a blindfold in hand. He slides it over my eyes, and then I can’t see anything anyway. I try to listen for his movements, but I don’t really hear anything I can discern.

The first thing I feel is the rush of air just before the paddle hits me. My whole body rocks forward, but I immediately rock back, so I’m back in the position he told me to be in by the time he hits me again. I moan loudly, lowering my face to the bed.

“Thank you, Sir,” I groan.

He paddles my ass again and again. I love it. The sting, the thud, the soreness that follows. My bare pussy is getting wet already. I want him so badly. I want to see him in his uniform paddling my ass. But he doesn’t take the blindfold off. Instead, he stops paddling me. I whimper in disappointment when he stops. But I don’t have long to be disappointed. This time, he has a flogger. The sting is very different than the paddle, and there isn’t as much of a thud behind it, but I love it.

I keep my face lowered to the bed, but my ass up in the air. I try to count how many times he hits me, but I can’t. I get too distracted.

“Flip over,” he tells me, and I do, spreading my legs for him. His finger runs up my slit. “A little wet.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say automatically.

“Put your hands behind your head.”

I do, and I wait, knowing instinctively what’s coming.

The flogger comes down across my breasts first. It stings so much, but it feels incredible. My nipples ached with a need to be hurt while he was gone. Nothing I could do to myself would satisfy me. This is what I need. The flogger comes down again and again, and I imagine how pink my skin must be getting. Then he moves to my pussy. I jump with every strike, but I keep my legs spread for him, my pussy presented.

My clit is protected by its little hood, but as I get more and more turned on, I can feel the sting even more as it swells and protrudes. I want to tell Drake to stop, but I don’t. More than anything, I want him to be able to let loose and do everything his heart desires.

When he does stop, it’s to take off my blindfold. “I want you to see the hit coming,” he says.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. I resist the urge to close my eyes, which is what I really want to do.

He brings his hand back, and all I can see is the uniform. So fucking sexy. And then the flogger connects, and my attention is drawn to the many rubber thongs on the end of the stick. He hits my pussy over and over, and I can feel an orgasm building, but then he moves up my body, striking my stomach lightly, and then harder across my breasts. It takes all of my willpower not to turn my face away when he brings the flogger down. He wants me to watch, and I want to watch, but it’s hard to ignore that instinct. He has never hit my face, and I know he won’t, but it’s still an automatic instinct.

When he’s decided he’s done, he sets the flogger aside. My hands are still up above my head, waiting patiently for him. Or, maybe not so patiently. I want to feel his cock inside me more than anything, and I’m sure he wants the same. But I will wait.

And he makes me wait.

He takes his uniform off piece by piece, carefully folding each one and setting it up on the dresser. So respectful. And I just want him to toss his clothes aside like I did. But no, he wouldn’t do that with his uniform.

I’m squirming on the bed by the time he’s done. And then he’s standing in front of me, naked and beautiful, his hard cock protruding straight out from his body.

“I can’t decide,” he says looking me up and down, “which hole I want to use first.”

I want him to use them all. Again and again until I beg for mercy. But I’m sure he won’t last through all of them, not the first time. But I’m keeping him in this room as long as I can. I don’t have to say anything. He’s not looking for my input.

“Get over here and suck my cock,” he says.

I roll over and crawl toward him. I dip my head down so I can take his cock in my mouth, and the guttural groan when he hits the back of my throat reverberates through my entire body. It’s like electricity, and all I want is for him to make that sound again. I deep throat him a few more times before he pushes me off.

“I need your pussy,” he says.

“Yes, Sir, please,” I say, and I twist my body so I can be on my back again.

“Not like that,” he says. “I want you on your hands and knees this time.”

“Yes, Sir,” I turn as he asked and present my sore ass to him.

His fingers trace the pink marks he left there. “Beautiful,” he says, and then he presses his hard cock into my pussy.

I groan into the bed as he sinks home, and the moan that comes from his lips is just as sweet. He starts to fuck me, slowly at first, but then faster and faster until he’s pounding into me. “Oh yes,” I groan, “fuck me hard, Sir. I need your cock so badly. Thank you, Sir, thank you!”

I know he likes it when I say those things to him, and I know he’s already worked up. It doesn’t take long. He starts to spank my ass between thrusts, and it spurs me on to push back against him. I want to feel the rush of cum. I want to feel his body tense. I want all of it.

And I get my wish.

His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts the last few times. I glance over my shoulder to watch his face as he throws his head back and groans loudly. “Oh yeah, baby. So fucking good.”

When he pulls out of my pussy, I turn back to him so I can take his cock into my mouth again. Now he tastes like me, and I don’t love it, but I love the way he reacts to it. I gently lick his cock, cleaning off my own juices and the dribbles of cum that are still beading on the tip of his cock.

“Oh yeah,” he groans as I do. “Don’t clean up,” he says. “I’m not even nearly done with you.”

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