Dominant Drill Sergeant

Smith looked at me with some expectation and a carnal desire still etched on her face. I stared back at Smith while remembering those lovely lips sucking down my cum as I fucked her mouth.

The intercom in the barracks broke us out of our sexually induced trance. The Senior Drill Sgt came on in his old ass gravely voice, “Privates!! You have five damn minutes to be in your bay for the pre-lights out inspection! Let us catch you with your shit fucked up and you’ll spend the night enduring a significant emotional event that’ll make you wish you were never fucking born!”

Thank God for that! Otherwise I may have fucked Smith again and that wouldn’t do at all with as late as it was getting. “Listen up Smith….”

“Call me princess, Drill Sgt. Please” she intoned with a little girl whiney voice. A petulant voice that made me want to fuck her again and I’m pretty sure that was the point!

This kind of pissed me off and turned me on all at the same time. I already did what I wanted and knew that I was gonna fuck her again and hopefully Jones as well. But this bitch was presumptuous enough to cut me off! I stepped close enough to her to feel her hard nipples press against my chest, I reached around her smacked her ass as hard as I could, moving my hand up and grabbed her hair yanking her head back. “Listen, Princess, I plan on fucking you whenever I get a chance to. But, when I’m not busy pounding that sweet little pussy we go back to YOU being the fucking Soldier and ME being the Drill Sgt that is in charge of you. Do you FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!?”

Her lip quivered a bit and a small tear welled up in her left eye as I was yelling in her ear. “But…I thought…I mean we…”

“We aren’t fucking right now, slut! Your ass basically belongs to me in what little free time you have. Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you off but I’m the motherfucker in charge here. Your level of comfort isn’t my first concern. I plan on pasting the inside of your cunt with my cum as much as I can. In the meantime….” I quit yelling at this point, kiss her mouth as I let up on the hair pulling a bit. She sob’s slightly as my lips come off of hers. “In the meantime, you are back to being Private Smith. Yes, my little Princess. No one can know about this, understand?”

She didn’t smile but the kiss seemed to calm her down a bit and she finally got where I was coming from and where we were going. “Understand, Drill Sgt. Should I get dressed now and get back in my bay?”

“Yes, and hurry the fuck up.” I calmed down quite a bit and took a seat in my chair so that I could watch her dress.

Smith bent over at the waist to grab her shorts, bra and shirt. As she stood she hooked her thumbs in the seam of her panties to get the cotton out off her ass crack. As she moved it back and forth I caught a glimpse of that beautiful asshole and thought about fucking it one more time. God, I can’t wait!

She kept her back to me while pulling on her shorts, looking over her shoulder and eyeing me in the seductive way that women have. “I really enjoyed our time together Drill Sgt and hope to do this again sometime soon!”

“Don’t worry, Princess. We will. Maybe tomorrow.” She started slipping her shoes back on her feet ( I don’t even remember her kicking those off) and headed towards the door. “Smith!”

Smith turned her head again, biting her lip. Expecting me to fuck her again real quick. “Yes, Drill Sgt?”

“Make sure you tell Jones exactly what went on and let her know she is next.”

That small coy slutty smile came back on her face as she replied, “Roger that, Drill Sgt. I’ll make sure she is ready.” A quick bite of her bottom lip, turn of the door knob and one last shake of her ass and she was out of my office.

Thank God that us Drill Sgts have sound proof offices! I have got to get ahold of that little slut again! FUCK…that was exactly what I needed. As quickly as she came told me that was what she was waiting for as well.

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“No, no, no Brown! You’re doing it all fucking wrong! You cannot achieve the dominant position by being weak and timid! You have to get where you need to be and take charge of that shit! If this was combat, if that fucking joker right there had a knife you’d be dead right now because you are about as aggressive as a herd of earthworms. Do what we taught you!” Week 2 of Basic Training and we are at the Bayonet Assault course. The mousey little girl I told you about? Name is Pvt Brown. 5’2” maybe close to 100lbs with long brown hair, brown eyes and glasses and very pale skin. Looks like she spent most of her time in the magical World of Warcraft…fucking nerd.

Her hands started shaking a bit as she tried to grip the rifle the correct way. “Yes Drill Sgt. It’s just…I can’t imagine stabbing someone with a bayonet.”

Un-fucking-real. What organization did she think she was joining? The fucking Brownie Troupe of Greater Goddamn Chicago?

I kept my voice a little more calm than normal, “Brown, the odds of us fixing bayonets ever again are very small. This is more of an exercise of trying to give you the warrior spirit. The killer fucking instinct that you may need someday. We are trying to give you some fucking balls. God help you if you leave here someday and get attacked while going to your car in the mall parking lot and you don’t have that warrior spirit! God help your attackers if you develop it here and understand that you are a fucking LIFE TAKER if you really want to be!” This is me starting quiet and building her up, trying to get her pumped up and wanting to stab something with that sharp piece of steel at

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