An hour after the announcing system announced that our ship was moored I found myself waking down the gangplank. As customary upon pulling in from a six-month deployment, I was dressed in the seasonal uniform, my dress blues, my white hat on my head. I headed towards the long line of taxis at the end of the pier; six months of pay burning a hole in my pocket.

    As I approached the sea of cabs, a bright, grass green MG pulled up beside me. I looked into the car at the beautiful, red-haired woman as you smiled at me. "Hello, sailor," your voice was melodious. "Care for some… company?"

    I studied your features. Your oval face and full cheeks, wide smile, and luscious lips prompted my immediate response, "Yes."

    "Get in."

    You popped the trunk and I dropped in my sea bag. After shutting the trunk, I climbed into the tiny interior of the two-seated car, pulling my hat from my head. I fastened my seat belt as you sped away. You have a lead foot, driving quickly, but you had complete control of the vehicle. You confidently moved the car from lane to lane, passing the slower moving cars traveling on the hard blacktop.

    I watched you as you drove. Your eyes were intense, confident; you knew how to handle the car. You were smiling, taking pleasure in your driving. You kept both of your lovely hands gripped on the steering wheel, in control. The traffic lightened, becoming thin, almost sparse. Without looking at me you told me to take off my clothes.

    Your voice surprised me. I had been watching you, both of us silent. "What…" I began.

    "Now!" Your voice was firm.

    I was uncertain as to where this might lead, having never met this woman, but I felt compelled to obey your command. Maybe it was the self-assured tone in your voice, or maybe it was my desire to be with a woman after the long cruise, but it felt right as I began removing my uniform in the small confines of the car.

    I unbuckled the seatbelt. Leaning forward I pulled my neckerchief over my head. I pulled the dress blue jumper off next, followed by my white T-shirt. I set the clothes on the floorboard by my feet. I lowered my hands and began unbuttoning all thirteen buttons of my dress blue pants. I kicked off my shoes, and then pulled my pants down my leg.

    I was hardening behind my underwear. I removed the pants and set them on top of the growing pile of clothes. I pulled off my socks and dropped them at my feet. Finally I took a deep breath and peeled my skivvies down, completely stripping for the lovely woman beside me.

    You glanced at my naked form, smiling slightly. You slowed to pull along side another car, "smile at the driver," you told me.

    Sitting naked in your small car, I glanced to my right to smile at the middle-aged woman driving the car next to us. You glanced back at me. I was uncertain if you knew that I was naked, but you could see that I was topless. You smiled back at me as our car once again sped away.

    You chuckled lightly at my discomfort, a lovely little giggle that soothed my embarrassment. "That’s better. Tell me something interesting, the cock is a great lie detector."

    I swallowed and began to tell the story of a whorehouse I had visited in Toulon, France. I explained how a group of us went up the hill, to the house. How a lovely, blonde woman takes me upstairs to her room and after paying my fee you kisses me. I explain how she undresses herself, removing her halter-top, and sliding her panties down her leg, leaving her mini-skirt on.

    Continuing my story I explain how I step forward to grip her breasts, squeezing them harder than I intended. I tell how the woman pulls my hands from her breasts and escorts me to the bed.

    I continue explaining how the woman unbuckles my belt as I lay on the bed. How she unzips my pants and pulls them down my leg. I tell how she pulls my erection through the split front of my underwear, the tight cotton acting as a cock ring. I explain how she slides up my legs to sit on my prone form, straddling my cock, inserting my erection into her. I could not see the penetration with her skirt still on, blocking my view. I can only lie there as she pistons herself up and down my shaft. As I reach up to fondle her breasts again she grabs my hands and holds them above my head.

    I finish the tale of my visit to the French whorehouse. You are smiling at me, looking at my full erection. The memory of the story aroused me.

    I smiled back.

    Twenty minutes later we pulled off the interstate onto a dark blacktop. The sun had set during our drive, and now deep shadows were leaping from the woods on either side of the road we were traveling. The headlights cut two bright beams of light into the darkness.

    You slowed the car down and turned left onto a dirt road. The car lurched and bounced as we traveled the rough road. You pulled the car to the left again and stopped the car in a small clearing. You motioned me to exit the car as you unfastened your own seatbelt.

    I exited the vehicle. We were stopped in a clearing, tall grass surrounding us. The dirt road led into the darkness behind us. I could hear the sounds of crickets hidden from sight in the tall reeds. Standing naked in the open air, I found myself becoming aroused again. You motioned me to your side, and I hastened to comply.

    I stood by your side as your escorted me to the front of the car. You pushed me back so that I was leaning against the hood of the car. You slowly caressed my cheek. I could feel the heat of the engine on my naked legs as I leaned against the car. "I want to fuck you," you hissed huskily.

    I looked into your dark eyes. The moon provided little light in the clearing, and I had a hard time reading you. Unsure of myself I responded, "I want to fuck you too."

    You laughed then, a hearty laugh full of humor. "I don’t think you understand. I want to fuck you," you emphasized the last word.

    I swallowed. Understanding slapping me in the face. "I…" I tried to reply, but I did not know what to say. You were beautiful and I wanted you, but I had never been used as you were obviously intending. I looked into your eyes, at the fire burning there, and seeing that passion I knew I wanted to please Your.

    Had to please you.

    "I… I want you to… to fuck me," I stammered.

    Your smile lit up your face. I watch as you open the trunk and pull out a small gray bag. You return to my naked form at the front of the car. I watch intently as you open the bag and withdraw an 8-inch rubber cock attached to a leather harness. The dildo looks huge, menacing. I swallow nervously.

    I watch as you pull the harness up your legs and attach it to your hips. You buckle the waist harness over your jeans. You grip the penis with your right hand, shaking it up and down.

    You lower your hand and pull out a bottle of lubricant. I watch you pop the top of the bottle and then pour a healthy dollop of the lubricant along the length of the rubber invader. Setting the bottle down you begin stroking the cock, spreading the lubricant all around the rubber shaft.

    "Lie down," you tell me, your voice tight, a growl in your throat.

    The sound of your arousal excites me, helping me to face my fears. I settle myself onto the still warm hood. I lower myself onto my elbows, and then remove them to lie flat on my back. You tell me to scoot closer, and I wiggle my body until my feet are resting on the bumper, my ass just hanging off the edge of the hood.

    "Perfect," you tell me. You step between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. I swallow nervously, a slight bead of sweat breaking out along my forehead. "Just relax."

    I swallow again, and let out a small gasp. My breathing is coming in short loud bursts. I feel you press the tip of the phallus against my anus.

    "Relax," you tell me again.

    I feel you press the intruder into me. You are gently pushing the dildo into me. Slowly, inch by painful inch. I am groaning in discomfort as the dildo is inserted into me. My face is twisted, my eyes shut tight. I exhale little moans of pain, my mouth open, my teeth exposed.

    When you are fully seated you begin rocking your hips in and out. The dildo slides from my anus, and then just as quickly slips back in. Your thrusts become harder, faster. I can feel my anus gripping the shaft tightly. I am amazed at how easily I have become accustomed to the full feeling of the dildo.

    I continue to lie there, accepting. I am the submissive in this dance, receiving the powerful strokes of the woman above me. I lie there with my legs held wide. You are thrusting into me, deep strokes. I can hear you moaning above me, taking pleasure in your actions.

    "Look at me," you tell me.

    I open my eyes as you have requested. You stare into my eyes. I hold them locked into yours. I see you smile, warmly. You watch my face as you continue your thrusting.

    My eyes reflect the sensations I am feeling. The pain of the dildo slipping in and out of my ass was replaced by lust. I found myself enjoying the probing grip of the dildo. My eyes reflect my pleasure. They are open, wide with lust. My grunts of pain have long since turned to moans of desire.

    You stare into my eyes. Your eyes are bright, shining with arousal; you are taking pleasure in this dance, enjoying the look of surrender on my face. I lie there as you continue to probe my ass with the phallus. I feel my erection becoming stronger, and I begin twitching in lust.

    You continue your thrusting until my submission is complete and I ejaculate a long stream of sperm, coating my stomach, and painting my chest. You are smiling in a contented happiness. You pull the cock from my rectum, leaving me with an empty feeling. I watch amazed as you begin to lick my stomach and chest, taking the warm seed into your mouth. It was highly erotic, watching you.

    You clean my abdomen with your tongue, the warm muscle leaving cool trails in the night air. With the rubber penis still hanging from your crotch you grip my hands and pull me to a sitting position. With me upright you press your lips to mine.

    I am startled to find you pushing a mouthful of sperm into my own mouth. I had thought you had swallowed my culmination, but instead you had saved it in your mouth to feed to me. My eyes open wide in shock. I try to stop you with my tongue, pressing back. You look into my wide eyes, and I can read the unspoken command in yours, "accept it."

    I shut my eyes, and lower my tongue. You feed me my seed, pushing it into my mouth. I let out an involuntary cough, swallowing tightly. The fluid is warm, thick. I am slightly repulsed, but I accept it anyway, the pleased look in your eyes a powerful motivator. Your tongue dances inside my mouth, your lips pleasing mine. You break the intimate kiss when you have finished emptying your mouth.

    "Wonderful," your voice hitches with passion. "When are you do back?"

    I swallow a few times, trying to clear the thick taste from my mouth. "Monday."

    And the smile that leapt to your face warmed me, "great. We have all weekend."

    I could only smile back.

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