The mess hall buzzes. Clink of glasses. Printer hums in the corner office nearby. Coffee scent mixes with cheap perfume. I sip Coke at a table. Chat with mates. Laurent mans the bar. His eyes flick my way. Two logistics dudes, Marc and François, huddle at the counter. Whispers: ‘Hélène’, ‘tonight’, ‘hangar’. Smirks. Something dirty brews.
Hélène struts in. Short-shorts hug her curves. Colorful shirt strains over grapefruit tits. Boots thud. Lara Croft MILF vibe. Orders juice. Catches Laurent ogling her cleavage. Cold stare. ‘Wanna see ’em closer?’ He jokes back. She checks his ass. Winks. Asks for me. Bends close. Perfume hits. ‘Badminton training, 20h. Be there.’ I nod. Smile. No choice with her.
The Building Tension
She announces it to the guys. They grin. Laurent signals me over. ‘Couldn’t refuse.’ He gripes. She butts in. We head out. Mess door clicks shut. Wave bye discreetly. Stomach twists. Those hunks eye me. Trust Laurent. But two weeks in, I warned him: here to enjoy.
Hangar gym looms. Fading daylight. Small windows dark. No lights. Badminton court empty. We slip to musculation annex. Door locks. Click echoes. I linger. Peek through unpainted window gap. Heart races. Adrenaline spikes. Pro by day, slut in shadows.
François flat on mat. Hélène squats over him. His cock buried deep in her pussy. She flexes legs. He jackhammers up. Ass cheeks ripple. White globes vs tanned thighs. Moans muffled. Marc’s dick rams her throat. Hands grip head. Saliva drips chin. She kneads massive tits. Pinches nipples.
She grabs Marc’s base. Pulls off. Glossy shaft pops free. Sucks glans slow. François yanks hips. She collapses forward. He spreads cheeks wide. Anus winks. Marc spits. Aligns. Thrusts in. Defiles her ass. She arches. Howls silent to me. Pounding brutal. My pussy throbs. Shorts damp.
Footsteps. Laurent’s eye at window. Perfect. Sneak up. Press close. ‘Hey sergeant, playing voyeur?’ He startles. Relief. ‘Fuck yeah. Boss getting DP.’ ‘My turn.’ Swap spots. Ass out. He yanks shorts and thong down. Bare cheeks beg.
The Explosive Release
‘We’ll get busted!’ ‘Fuck it. Too horny. Gonna eat this ass.’ Hands spread. Sweaty hole exposed. Musky scent hits. ‘No shower. Dirty.’ ‘Drives me wild.’ Tongue dives. Licks rim. Circles. Pushes in. Anus blooms. Breathe hitches. Elbows on sill. Peek inside.
‘Tell me.’ ‘Marc reams her shithole. Hair yanked. Cambered like whore. Screaming.’ His tongue spears deep. Saliva floods. Thumb probes ass. Easy slide. Fingers clit hood. Sucks pearl. Tremors hit. Squirt gushes. Mouth full. Swallow. Muffled scream. Body shakes. He holds me up.
‘Insane orgasm. Now fuck my ass. Need it.’ Shorts drop. Cock springs. Veiny beast. Gulp. ‘Gentle. Don’t waddle tomorrow.’ Spit gland. Rub. Press tip. Ring stretches. Resists. ‘Push hard. Breathe.’ Spit more. Thrust. Pop. Gland vanishes. Pause. Adapt. Slow pumps. Grips hips. Deeper.
Balls slap wet pussy. Full hilt. Tight vice grips. Accelerate. Pound. Ass gapes wider. Pull out. Dive in. Hole yawns. Fingers clit. ‘Harder!’ Rut animals. World gone. Grunts. Slaps. Generator hums like AC drone. Sweat perfumes air.
Finish nears. Gland swells. Roar. Cum floods bowels. Endless jet. Blackout bliss. Pull free. String connects. Hole gaps. Cum drools. Wipe. Dress hasty. Rale inside. Peek. François blasts mouth. Hélène gulps. Licks lips. Turns our way. Smiles wicked. Tits thrust. Real redhead bush gleams.
Duck. Flee. Outside kiss. Separate. Limp back. Ass burns. Leaks. ‘She saw?’ ‘Knew we watched. Heard moans.’ Laugh. ‘Hot bitch. You too.’ ‘Shut up. Shower. Cream my ass. Order.’ He grins. ‘Yes ma’am.’ Base quarters wait. Pro mask on. Lust simmers.