Private Angela Jones

It is wonderful fucking Angela Jones. She is such a wonderful minx. I love her to bits and she does me and we just get on together just right.

First time I saw her on the parade ground looking to appetising in her tight figure hugging khaki skirt I made up my mind I just had to get inside.

So now, when she wears her 'costumes' for me, our heaven is sure to come with a raging storm. The Icelandic Eyjafjallajökull volcano has nothing on us, it is that passionate!

She looks so good in her Ann Summers barrack doll dress. I love her to death and can't wait to lavish her. I go absolutely berserk and just cannot stop having her in all sorts of wonderful ways. I want to taste her lips constantly, to feel her tongue seeking mine - to feel the passion in her deep searching kiss as I pamper her nipples and ease my fingers along the centre of her back, down and down her spine until they find the beautiful crevice between her gorgeous curved perfect hind, that miracle of the female form that tempts us guys to carnal thoughts; teasing and exploring her there. She loves it and I yearn for her scent. It is no longer enough for her to give me her used thong before she makes for her barrack room, I now want to sniff and taste what it covers, that warm inviting moist pussy which always gives me an immediate erection, to lift her skirt, revealing her black silk stockings and suspenders. She knows what I want as soon as I sink to my knees, she leaning back on my desk which pushes it out beautifully for me, I just close my eyes and sink my face between those gorgeous thighs and soon I am there, sniffing her up, teasing the seam of her thong aside so I can perfectly dip into her warm succulent pussy and enjoy the scent and taste of woman, she moved it for me, sways delightfully side to side as she places her skirt down over my head and I am in my absolute element.

"Darling" she whispers today I am your army private girl and you my army commanding officer, and once again I have been very disobedient and was sent to you for a dressing down."

I was dressed for the part too, how she loved the role playing, and she wanted no sympathy, just plain and appropriate punishment to fit her misbehaviour. I twisted my baton in my hand, tapping it on the desk in front of her, Pte Jones standing the opposite side I saw her cheeks flush when I stroked the baton, what was she thinking; "Why are army officers issued with batons" she asked I said something about it being an old custom. "Well if it is anything to do with male ego, I shouldn't worry, you are more than sufficiently made."

I smiled and stroked the baton more firmly, watching the expression on her face change to a girl who is badly in need of a good hard fucking.

"Let me" she smiled, taking the baton away from me and holding it upright, placing her lips around it, those deep blue eyes focusing on mine with intent

Then she licked it along its length and I was immediately in full erection again. I could feel it throbbing in my trousers and the only thought in my mind was to get it deep into her mouth and then deep up her gorgeous wet pussy.

Teasing and tantalisingly she held I in her mouth and the beautiful way she sucked and teased with her silvery wet warm and busy tongue and wet lips - I quickly unzipped and produced a very stealthy ripe cock for her perusal and soon she diverted her suck to my cock head, teasing my p-hole and loving it, the sounds and the expressions showing that, she took deep breaths between each long and soothing suck and I felt the build up start to spur in my balls ,to drive me to spurt so strong into her mouth. She loved that just as much as did I and , by the same token my lips yearned for the taste of her warm, silk -like pussy again; so wet and always so ready for my searching tongue , my lips deep inside as I pressed my face into her, wanting and yearning to smell and taste her so warm and so good.

Now she was smothered and so was I in the warm wetness of divine cunt

Flashing through the mind the manner in which she enjoys face sitting me.

I wanted that now but first the punishment.

"So what do you think you deserve for being so disorderly on the parade ground, Jones? This is the second time you have had to come to me and it is just not good enough," I said sharply, still panting, like she after what we had done.

I could still taste her in my mouth and smell her in my nostrils.

"You want me to be better, Sir?" she asked with her mischievous grin, " or perhaps even worse!"

If that was the cue for a good ass spanking I don't know what was. For that is just what she got, spread eagled over the edge of my desk, skirt rolled up again and thong down to her knees, the ten full hand slaps resounded as much as her yells as that well rounded ass got the full works, just enough to blush her cheeks, just enough for them to want some massage and creaming to prevent bruising.

"You were hard on me today, Sir," she said but now she was murmuring sweet nothings as I massaged the cream firmly into her cheeks. Still spread apart I yearned now to sniff and taste her ass and pussy again, and was soon down upon my knees as my hands still worked those cheeks apart to reveal a wonderful full view and access to her wonderful ass and wet, wet pussy, just asking to be eaten dry.

I ordered her to sit on my face, her legs fully stretched open as I laid outstretched on the floor, immediately she obeyed and slowly positioned her self above me so I could enjoy that so wonderful and thrilling sequence of seeing her under her skirt. "Now lower, lower" I instructed, until you feel my mouth press into you."

She wriggled down, looking so lovely and tempting, Angela was all woman and no mistake, and my woman...

"Like this, Sir?" she said in a very provocative way, moaning as she felt my hungry mouth sink into her femininity.

Her taste was out of this world, that certain nectar to which I had become accustomed.. Her ass moving and swaying as I enjoyed her so deep.

"Fuck me now, Sir? Hard and rough it has to be, my stiff punishment remember?"

She was all ass and pussy for me and all I wanted right now was that stiff, deep throbbing fuck to feel her hold my cock tight inside her as she rolled it around first in her sweet ass and then her pussy to enjoy the best of both worlds. Soon I came strong in both and rammed her ass like nobody's business, by the time we had finished we were both numb with fucking and when I sent her on her way I noticed the way she walked, yes she had been well and truly fucked and serviced

"Hope you have learned your lesson, Private Jones?" I said as she walked out.

"Yes sir and you can reckon on my being unruly quite often!"

Form 1 Private Angela Jones.

It is wonderful fucking Angela Jones. She is such a wonderful minx. I love her to bits and she does me and we just get on together just right.

First time I saw her on the parade ground looking to appetising in her tight figure hugging khaki skirt I made up my mind I just had to get inside.

So now, when she wears her 'costumes' for me, our heaven is sure to come with a raging storm. The Icelandic Eyjafjallajökull volcano has nothing on us, it is that passionate!

She looks so good in her Ann Summers barrack doll dress. I love her to death and can't wait to lavish her. I go absolutely berserk and just cannot stop having her in all sorts of wonderful ways. I want to taste her lips constantly, to feel her tongue seeking mine - to feel the passion in her deep searching kiss as I pamper her nipples and ease my fingers along the centre of her back, down and down her spine until they find the beautiful crevice between her gorgeous curved perfect hind, that miracle of the female form that tempts us guys to carnal thoughts; teasing and exploring her there. She loves it and I yearn for her scent. It is no longer enough for her to give me her used thong before she makes for her barrack room, I now want to sniff and taste what it covers, that warm inviting moist pussy which always gives me an immediate erection, to lift her skirt, revealing her black silk stockings and suspenders. She knows what I want as soon as I sink to my knees, she leaning back on my desk which pushes it out beautifully for me, I just close my eyes and sink my face between those gorgeous thighs and soon I am there, sniffing her up, teasing the seam of her thong aside so I can perfectly dip into her warm succulent pussy and enjoy the scent and taste of woman, she moved it for me, sways delightfully side to side as she places her skirt down over my head and I am in my absolute element.

"Darling" she whispers today I am your army private girl and you my army commanding officer, and once again I have been very disobedient and was sent to you for a dressing down."

I was dressed for the part too, how she loved the role playing, and she wanted no sympathy, just plain and appropriate punishment to fit her misbehaviour. I twisted my baton in my hand, tapping it on the desk in front of her, Pte Jones standing the opposite side I saw her cheeks flush when I stroked the baton, what was she thinking; "Why are army officers issued with batons" she asked I said something about it being an old custom. "Well if it is anything to do with male ego, I shouldn't worry, you are more than sufficiently made."

I smiled and stroked the baton more firmly, watching the expression on her face change to a girl who is badly in need of a good hard fucking.

"Let me" she smiled, taking the baton away from me and holding it upright, placing her lips around it, those deep blue eyes focusing on mine with intent

Then she licked it along its length and I was immediately in full erection again. I could feel it throbbing in my trousers and the only thought in my mind was to get it deep into her mouth and then deep up her gorgeous wet pussy.

Teasing and tantalisingly she held I in her mouth and the beautiful way she sucked and teased with her silvery wet warm and busy tongue and wet lips - I quickly unzipped and produced a very stealthy ripe cock for her perusal and soon she diverted her suck to my cock head, teasing my p-hole and loving it, the sounds and the expressions showing that, she took deep breaths between each long and soothing suck and I felt the build up start to spur in my balls ,to drive me to spurt so strong into her mouth. She loved that just as much as did I and , by the same token my lips yearned for the taste of her warm, silk -like pussy again; so wet and always so ready for my searching tongue , my lips deep inside as I pressed my face into her, wanting and yearning to smell and taste her so warm and so good.

Now she was smothered and so was I in the warm wetness of divine cunt

Flashing through the mind the manner in which she enjoys face sitting me.

I wanted that now but first the punishment.

"So what do you think you deserve for being so disorderly on the parade ground, Jones? This is the second time you have had to come to me and it is just not good enough," I said sharply, still panting, like she after what we had done.

I could still taste her in my mouth and smell her in my nostrils.

"You want me to be better, Sir?" she asked with her mischievous grin, " or perhaps even worse!"

If that was the cue for a good ass spanking I don't know what was. For that is just what she got, spread eagled over the edge of my desk, skirt rolled up again and thong down to her knees, the ten full hand slaps resounded as much as her yells as that well rounded ass got the full works, just enough to blush her cheeks, just enough for them to want some massage and creaming to prevent bruising.

"You were hard on me today, Sir," she said but now she was murmuring sweet nothings as I massaged the cream firmly into her cheeks. Still spread apart I yearned now to sniff and taste her ass and pussy again, and was soon down upon my knees as my hands still worked those cheeks apart to reveal a wonderful full view and access to her wonderful ass and wet, wet pussy, just asking to be eaten dry.

I ordered her to sit on my face, her legs fully stretched open as I lay outstretched on the floor, immediately she obeyed and slowly positioned herself above me so I could enjoy that so wonderful and thrilling sequence of seeing her under her skirt. "Now lower, lower" I instructed, until you feel my mouth press into you."

She wriggled down, looking so lovely and tempting, Angela was all woman and no mistake, and my woman...

"Like this, Sir?" she said in a very provocative way, moaning as she felt my hungry mouth sink into her femininity.

Her taste was out of this world, that certain nectar to which I had become accustomed.. Her ass moving and swaying, as I enjoyed her so deep.

"Fuck me now, Sir? Hard and rough it has to be, my stiff punishment remember?"

She was all ass and pussy for me and all I wanted right now was that stiff, deep throbbing fuck to feel her hold my cock tight inside her as she rolled it around first in her sweet ass and then her pussy to enjoy the best of both worlds. Soon I came strong in both and rammed her ass like nobody's business, by the time we had finished we were both numb with fucking and when I sent her on her way I noticed the way she walked, yes she had been well and truly fucked and serviced

"Hope you have learned your lesson, Private Jones?" I said as she walked out.

"Yes sir and you can reckon on my being unruly quite often!"