Army Wife's Training

It is Wednesday afternoon, I feel bored at home yet playful. I decide to take my puppy for an afternoon stroll so I get dressed and leave, not expecting Sir to be home for the next 8 hours or so. Things have been busy at the base lately.

I walk casually around the block, to the savannah nearby, where my puppy goes wild sniffing and rolling in the grass as I smile to myself. I spend an hour and then I head back. I near the fence of our home, when I see a guy around my age in a plaid shirt and jeans walking towards me. I see that he is smiling, and I become apprehensive, looking behind me to see if that smile was meant for me. He was attractive-tall, dark haired, thick set with broad shoulders. He draws nearer and before I could quickly scurry into the house, he greets me, extending his hand and introducing himself. Apparently he just moved in next door. He babbles on about this and that; about the weather, the neighborhood, his furniture, but my mind is blank. "You are not allowed to speak to strange men in my absence."

I listen halfheartedly and nod politely but I needed to get away. I do not know what to do. My heart drops into my stomach when I notice Sir's black truck driving up the street. I did not expect him home this early. I begin to sweat and I have the instinct to run, but then I realize the absurdity of that action.

He pulls up in the driveway and switches the engine off. He gets out, slams the door which makes me jump and walks towards us with that strong dominating stride- his eyes never leaving mine. All I notice is his silver army name tag swinging from side to side on his chiseled chest as he walks. As he approaches, I see his narrowed eyes scan me from head to toe. Time stops, I see my own reflection painted in my mind...my lips stained by Mac Ruby Woo lipstick, my short white sundress that hugs my caramel brown curves and shows my legs from too high up my thighs, my exposed cleavage. Sir forces a smile at our new neighbor and greets him, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek and whisper in my ear. "Get your fucking ass inside." My face burns, my body feels limp, blood pounds in my ears...I do not hear the exchange of words between them, except a friendly laugh before we part ways.

I hurry into the house, with Sir on my heels. I step into the kitchen when I feel his hand grabbing my hair and pulling me back from making any further steps. He forces me to face him and I see the fury in his eyes, something I am accustomed to. With one quick movement, I see him pull his other hand back. Then I feel a stinging blunt force as the back of his hand connects the side of my face, then a warm trickle on the side of my lip. I nearly tumble onto the tiled kitchen floor but he retains hold of my hair. Then I see the worst, a fist being made, about to land on my face again. As I look at him with wild scared eyes and then squeeze them tightly together to somehow avoid my reality, he stops. Perhaps momentarily reflecting on his actions, knowing that it would have severely disfigured me, he lowers his hand. He then pulls me toward the bedroom and shoves me onto the bed. "I am not done with you, I will deal with you later." He leaves, locking the door behind him.

I sit on the bed, my body still in shock over what just happened. I walk over to the bathroom and survey my face, wiping off the blood oozing from my lip that has already stained my white dress. I lie on the bed and start to cry, until I get a headache, upset and angry over my actions. I lie there, maybe an hour or two has passed.

I sit up, cross my legs and wipe my face as I hear the door unlock. He enters the semi lit bedroom and walks over to the foot of the bed. I keep my face down but notice that he is still wearing the clothes he returned home in- his simple fitted black tee and army pants, tucked into steel tipped boots.

"Look at me," he commands. I look up at his fair gorgeous face, meeting his piercing blue eyes and see the rage and iciness in them, accompanied by his stern expression. I almost want to look away with fright. He points to a spot on the ground in front of him and I get off the bed and proceed to kneel, obeying the familiar silent gesture. I place my hands neatly on my thighs and await my fate.

"You know what to do," he says matter of fact. My gaze lowers from his face to his crotch in front of me and I reach to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. With one tug his pants fall to his ankles as I grip his cock with my other hand. I look at it, before wrapping my two small hands around it to start stroking it. As I feel his eyes burning into me my hands tremble with fear and tears stream down my face.

"Fucking look at me," he almost shouts. I look up at his 6 foot 1, 190 pound, broad shouldered, blonde, sexy, brooding figure that towers over my small frame. I see the irritation in his face at my failure to obey his command. "Do it now."

I slide his hard throbbing cock into my small mouth and begin running my lips up and down its veiny shaft as our eyes lock. Each time, I wrap my mouth further along it until it fills my mouth to capacity length and width wise. He maintains his gaze as I continue for some time, a combination of sucking and running my tongue along its perfect head.

Suddenly he grabs hold on my head with his two hands and plants his fingers in my tangled mane of jet black wavy hair. He throws his head back and groans as he takes control. He guides my head forcefully over his cock and builds a steady rhythm-slamming its hardness into the back of my throat 5 times before releasing me to gasp for air. On the first round I gag but as he continues I feel saliva escaping my mouth and dripping onto my chin and breasts, soaking my white dress further. Countless rounds passed until I felt like lunch which I had hours earlier was ready to come out.

He eventually releases my head and I nearly fall back, from nausea and the pain of my hair strands being jerked continuously from my scalp. I run my hand over my face, trying to remove the sticky mess of spit and tears.

"Stand up, bend over, hands behind your back." I stand up, still disoriented. I glance up at him to see his unchanged demeanor and bend over the bed in a 90 degree angle. I plant the side of my face into the mattress and twist my hands behind my back, placing them one on top the other on my lower spine, right above my ass.

I have limited vision but I see him slip off his t shirt out of the corner of my eye. He stands for a minute, surveying me. "Spread." I open my legs wider and I feel him move my dress up to the middle of my back to expose my ass. He roughly pulls my cotton panties to the side and slides two fingers into my cunt as I bite my lip. "You disgusting slut, are you soaking wet for someone else?" His words are blunt, harsh and accusing. Hot tears spring out my eyes as I mumble, "No Sir, I am wet for you." "Louder, slut." My voice breaks as I try to make my statement of conviction. As my words trail off I feel his thick cock assault the walls of my cunt as he shoves it in with one thrust. I let out a short scream as it slams my cervix. Unmoved, he withdraws completely and slams all the way in again balls deep. After a few deep thrusts, he rests his hands on mine and presses down painfully on my back to steady himself as he begins mercilessly pounding into me. I begin a low key constant groan of pain, a mixture of my pain and pleasure at his abuse as he shakes my 5 foot frame.

I feel myself getting wetter as I feel a slippery mess building on my inner thighs. I hear him let out one final groan and then pull out of my quivering cunt. I think to myself that my punishment is over, he is going to make me swallow his cum now.

My body relaxes but I am surprised when I feel him grab hold of my thighs with his large strong hands and spread my ass cheeks. I feel my stomach churn when I hear him spit and soon feel a slimy wetness on my tight asshole, followed by a steel head at the entrance. I turn my head and look at him with water filled pleading eyes. "Please Sir, don't. Please, no." He looks me dead in the eye and forces his swollen large penis head into my hole and I open my mouth to let out a muffled cry. "You know why." I know he means that this is my punishment for breaking the rules. I cannot help it, I begin to wail as he proceeds to feed every inch of his 7.5 inch cock into my inexperienced asshole. Just 3 weeks ago he took my anal virginity. He fucked it from behind and then I rode him with my legs spread and my back to him, only after he used lube and went slowly while I cried the whole time. But I gave it to him because he wanted it and I begged him not to do it soon again, it was too painful.

It's all in, and he begins a slow torturing pump as I hear him groan undoubtedly with pleasure. I feel intense pressure on my lower stomach, a dull ache accompanied by a burning sensation from lack of lubrication. My wail has settled into a low sob with the occasional "Please, stop," that escapes my snotty face. I begin to writhe as the pain becomes unbearable and lift my upper body off the bed but he pushes me back forcefully into the mattress, holding my head down. "Act like a bitch in heat and get treated like one," he spews out.

I close my eyes and let my mind wander to distract myself as he thrusts violently and I start to feel numb. Finally I feel him withdraw and see him stroking his cock vigorously out of the corner of my eye to extract 4 long strands of warm cum onto the ground below. After his final grunt he grabs my hair painfully and pulls my head back to whisper in my ear. "Don't ever disrespect me like that again, you disobedient cunt. Now clean up."

He lets my head slam back into the mattress and I only momentarily pause to compose myself. Then I crawl off the bed to clean his cock with my mouth, ingest every drop of his cum off the ground and finally curl myself into a ball on the bed to rest my sore body while he looks on smirking.