Tracey and Me

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While in Iraq, I made friends with a First Sergeant and his commander. She was a 5’8″ black woman of Jamaican descent, with a beautiful face, small tits and a fantastic ass. She had a slight Island accent which only enhanced her qualities… I was in love (spelt L.U.S.T. love). The three of us met for evening meal each day and talked about everything and anything. We were comfortable with each other and others from their company sat with us on occasion.

After several months, stress started to set in with the Soldiers, as it does, and “blow ups” became normal over petty things.

My boss had received a “royal ass chewing” from his boss and I had been “vented on” by my boss even though it had nothing to do with me. I knew no ill-will was meant, he just needed a release. Still it “chapped my ass” as I bottled it up as opposed to finding a lower to vent on.

So, arriving at the table with my friends already there, the First Sergeant asked if I was okay.

“No,” I replied, “I’m pissed off.”

“Better than pissed on,” was his smart-aleck retort.

“Depends who’s doing the pissing on,” I laughed. I have a wit also.

“Gross!” he said, “I’m getting coffee, anyone want some?”

“No thanks,” we answered.

He left and I started to eat.

“What if it was me?” Tracey, the commander, asked.

“What?” I asked, confused.

She placed her elbows on the table, leaned in and lowered her voice.

“What if it was me, pissing on you? Would you let me?” Her eyes shone as she awaited my answer.

“Not to sound like a pervert, which I am, but yeah, I’d let you pee on me.” I softened the word so she didn’t think I was a pervert, even though I had just told her I was.

She said, “Hmmm,” and sat back in her chair.

The First Sergeant returned and asked what we were talking about. Before I could answer, Tracey said, “The usual. You ready to roll, I’m gonna turn in early tonight.” They were riding together.

They left and I finished my meal, alone and confused… or shunned???

Returning to my room, I took a shower and put on PT shorts and t-shirt. Because of my rank, I had a bath unit… toilet, shower, hot and cold water – very nice.

There was a knock at my door. When I opened it, Tracey was there in PT clothes.

She looked around, “Can I come in?” she asked. She had never been here before and I didn’t know she knew where I lived.

“Sure,” I moved aside to let her pass.

She looked around once more and entered.

“So, did you mean it?” she inquired, while looking around my billets.

“Mean what?” I thought I knew what she was talking about but wanted to be sure by letting her tell me.

“You’ll let me piss on you?” She faced me, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah. If I can piss on you.” I called her bluff.

“Of course. Wouldn’t have it any other way.” She looked in the bathroom. “Let’s go, I don’t have much time.”

I was taken aback. “Right now?”

“If you want to.” She looked at me with her big brown eyes. “I know you’ve been trying to get in my pants since we met, now’s your chance.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” I gave the lead to her so she would dictate the level of kink we were going to be involved in. I had a high level; she may not have.

“Get some towels and put them around the toilet. Then strip and sit on the pot.”

We placed towels around the toilet to “soak up the splashes” she said. I stripped naked and sat down on the toilet.

She took off her shoes, socks, shorts and granny panties. My eyes opened a little at the panties; I didn’t expect a thong but something a little more “delicate” shall we say.

“They’re comfortable in this environment, plus who am I trying to impress. Anyone who gets this far will be more interested in what’s under the panties.”

She stood face-on to me and showed me her shaved pussy.

“Not thinking of the panties now, are you?” she laughed as my cock began to rise. It was the first live pussy I had seen in five months.

“Spread your legs so I can get your whole cock and balls,” she instructed.

“Wait.” I said, “Not fair. I’m naked, you’re still wearing your shirt.”

She tutted, “You would have seen my tits eventually.” She took off her t-shirt and sports bra.

Large A, maybe small B cup, tits appeared; hard erect nipples attached. Beautiful.

“Satisfied?” she asked sarcastically.

“Can I see your ass also,” I pushed.

She rolled her eyes, turned and bent over. Fuck, what a delicious ass.

She turned back to face me.

“Can we get on with it? I drank a liter of water on the way here.” She smiled when she said this – I don’t know if it was an evil smile or friendly.

“Go ahead.” I braced myself.

She squatted over me and pulled her pussy lips istanbul travesti apart. Her stream started and grew. It was warm and powerful. She circled her pelvis to coat my entire crotch area.

As the stream weakened, she put her right leg up the wall (nice, she’s flexible, I thought).

“Lick my pussy,” she ordered me. I leaned in and ran my tongue over her lips, lapping up the stray piss drops. She was sweet, not tart or tangy as a lot of piss I had tasted.

I didn’t know if it was the piss or her pussy, so I went back for seconds. I ventured to grab her ass to pull her closer. The pussy was the sweet taste.

I licked her clit, then down her slit to her cunt-hole. I tongue-fucked her a few times before returning to her clit. I was in heaven.

“Fuck… You eat pussy good.”

My inner voice said, “You mean well” and my inner horny asshole slapped my inner voice and told it to shut up.

I concentrated on pleasuring Tracey, for I was getting pleasure from it also.

My hands began to massage the delectable ass I was holding and I boldly moved a finger toward her star. I circled it and received no admonishment from her – did she like ass play? Did she take it in the ass? Not important right now.

She backed away from me, dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Sucking the head in and out of her lips to wet it (I assumed), she poked the opening with her tongue before licking the whole head and then down the shaft.

I put my hand lightly on the back of her head.

She looked at me. “I don’t need help deep-throating. I’m a great cock-sucker and know how to give pleasure to a guy. Let me do my thing, cause I enjoy it too.”

I shrugged and put my hands behind my head and enjoyed her work which included deep-throating.

She had not lied, she was a great cock-sucker and in less than five minutes, I exploded in her mouth. She sat back on her heels and, looking in my eyes, swallowed my load.

She stood and leaned in to kiss me, I did not shy away. I felt her tongue press against my lips and I parted them to give her access. Her tongue explored my mouth and I tasted my cum on it. Not the first time for that.

She broke the kiss; I could have stayed that way for another hour or so.

Grabbing my hand, she led me to the bed. I watched her ass move as she walked; it was as perfect as I had thought.

“Okay, rules.” She sat on the bed and looked at me. “You can fuck my ass or mouth but you can’t fuck my cunt until I get protection. I don’t want to get pregnant. I don’t mind rubbers but prefer bareback, so I have to go on the pill. None of that ‘pulling out’ shit; that doesn’t always work.”

I nodded in agreement. I had no problem fucking her mouth or ass (which answered that question) … fuck, I’d be happy if she just talked dirty to me.

“No mention of this to anyone – I mean ANYONE. Don’t be bragging to your buddies about fucking me, okay?”

“Don’t worry on that score.” I turned the key in my lips and threw it away.

“Don’t be awkward when we see each other out and about. No going behind buildings to get a quick kiss or to feel me up, understand?”

“Yep. What else?”

“We only do it here. No coming to my room on the pretense of needing information, clear?”

“Roger.”

“I’m a pervert, so, if I go overboard, let me know and I’ll rein it in. I don’t want to scare you off as you are the first guy I’ve done that with here. The pissing part, not sex.”

“So you’ve been having sex since you got here?” I asked, curious more than anything.

“Yes. Haven’t you?” She was incredulous.

“With who?” I asked.

“Fuck, I know four people who would fuck you if you asked them.”

“What?”

“Yep. The women have talked about who is hot and who they would fuck in the unit. Four said they would fuck you… one even said she’d let you ass-fuck her.”

“Hmm, who are these women?” I asked, hopefully but as if I wasn’t interested, which I was.

“Carter is the one who would let you ass-fuck her. She is very forward about what she does sex wise… not as kinky as me, but definitely a freak.” She laughed.

“Which one is Carter?” I could not picture who she was talking about.

“Short auburn hair, glasses…”

“Oh, yeah! She looks like she has a nice body.”

“She is fucking toned; works out all the time. Shaved pussy, nice tits, pierced nipples.”

“How do you know?” I was intrigued.

“We shower in the same unit. I never pegged her as kinky but she said she has done threesomes; she didn’t go into detail, before you ask.”

“Who else?” Why hadn’t these women approached me, five months of jerking my cock to porn and there where at least four willing to give up the pussy… fuck, I am so unlucky.

These thoughts ran travesti istanbul through my mind, and abruptly disappeared when I looked at Tracey, naked and available, on my bed… Nope, I am lucky.

As she started to speak, I leaned forward and kissed her. My hands went to her tits and I felt them for the first time. Not big enough to fuck, but I would love to cum on them.

“Is pissing your only kink?” she asked, breaking the kiss.

“God, no. I am so perverted, the word perverted doesn’t cover it.”

“Really? What have you done that’s so perverted?” Her interest revealed in her eyes and voice.

“I love to talk nasty. Like when you said I can’t fuck your cunt… I almost came. I love women who say cunt when talking about their vagina.”

“I love dirty talk too. What else? You ever suck a cock?”

“What? Why would you go straight there?” I looked perplexed.

“No problem if you have. I love watching gay porn; even seen two guys suck and fuck each other in real life.” She seemed proud of that.

“How?” I asked.

“I was doing a threesome with them. It was my former boyfriend, he was bi. We didn’t break up because of that; he left the Army and returned to New York or New Jersey, somewhere in that area.”

“So, you’ve done threesomes before?” I cocked my eyebrow in a ‘tell me more’ kind of way.

“Yes. Quite a few, actually. That was my only male bisexual encounter.”

“Ever do one with a woman?”

“Several. And yes I eat pussy, suck tits, and kiss women. You good with that?”

“Fuck yeah. I want to do that with you some time. You done it here or with anyone from the unit?”

“Haven’t done it here. Have done it with a chick from the unit and her husband. She moved on before we came here.” She looked off as if remembering the woman. “Anyway, enough talk, let’s fuck.”

She bent over and sucked my cock into her mouth. To do this, she pulled her legs onto the bed and was laying on her side. I walked my fingers down her back, over her toned ass, and between her legs.

She raised her upper leg to give me access to her pussy. She was wet with anticipation. My finger slipped easily into her cunt as my other hand fondled her tit on its way to her clit.

She looked at me, continuing to jerk my cock. “Do you eat ass?” she asked.

“Of course. And if I didn’t, I would take it up just for you.” I smiled back, showing her how committed I was to her in that moment.

“You don’t have to flatter me; you’re going to get laid.” She smirked and went back to sucking my cock.

She raised up again. “I asked you that, so you would do it.”

I looked at her quizzically. Her expression told me she thought I was the dumbest motherfucker walking the earth.

“Eat my ass, dipshit.” She raised her eyebrows in astonishment and went back to sucking my cock.

With a bit of maneuvering, I was able to work my head to her ass. I breathed in the heady aroma.

She had taken a shower before arriving and smelled of coconut and jasmine or something like that… definitely coconut, not sure about the flowers.

Without ceremony, my tongue went up her asshole. No preamble of licking the hole first, I wanted to taste the ass I had jerked off to on many occasions.

I tongue-fucked her for a while, then pulled out and licked around the opening.

Her top leg was raised to the ceiling and I remembered she said I couldn’t fuck her cunt, but she didn’t say I couldn’t play with it.

I licked her twat and sucked on her clit, then remembered I had already done that when she pissed on me… so yep, she was correct, I was an idiot. I can do anything but put my cock in her cunt… got it.

I went back to licking her asshole and moved on to her delicious ass cheeks – nipping, sucking, kissing, even biting – which made her yelp.

She rose from her cock-sucking position and got on all fours; her ass pointed at me.

“Fuck my asshole.” She said this without looking over her shoulder; it was a command she expected to be carried out.

I internally saluted and, in my head, said, “Yes, Ma’am.”

I rubbed the head on her hole and pushed forward, trying to insert it. It was a struggle. She winced in pain.

“Maybe my cock’s too big,” I bragged.

“I’ve had bigger up my ass.” A pause, as if thinking about what she said. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Well a little taken, but I didn’t tell her that.

“Has it been a while since you were fucked in the ass?” I asked only to see if she needed to be loosened up a bit.

“Last week, with my dildo, but it is smaller than you.” Good to know info – really starting to fall for this woman.

“Do you have any lube? I’m sure you’ve been pulling your pud since you’ve been here, right?” she asked.

“Every night, sometimes twice istanbul travestileri a night.” I had no shame in saying that to her. “But no lube.”

“Spit on it and use your finger to get it loosened up.” She was reading my mind.

I licked it, spit on it, and sucked my finger to get it wet. Pushing a finger into her asshole, I watched and felt it visibly relax and open up.

“She take a lot of dick up her poop-chute?” I wondered.

“Yes, I love getting fucked in the ass. If I can’t get cock, I’ll use a dildo, hairbrush, bottle, anything that’s available sometimes.”

Apparently, I had asked the question out loud. Again, she was not embarrassed by the question and answered without shame. Absolutely having strong feelings about this woman.

I pulled her ass cheeks apart and dove my head into the crack. I spit, sucked, licked, fingered, used pussy juice, more spit to lube her as best as I could.

I tried again, and this time succeeded. After the head cleared the sphincter, I paused to allow her to get used to the intrusion.

“Push it in, I can take it.” She pleaded and I complied, going fully in on the next stroke.

I fucked her ass in the doggy position for several minutes; rubbing her tits, pulling on the pencil-eraser nipples, sliding my finger over her clit and finger-fucking her cunt.

She said she wanted to turn over. Laying on her back, I watched her tits bounce around as I fucked her asshole.

She had me lay down and she got on me. Easing my cock up her asshole with her hand, she rode me, reverse cowgirl, like a thorough-bred at the Kentucky Derby.

Finally, she turned to face me. Again, she put my cock up her hole and bottomed out on my stomach.

With her eyes closed, she ground in small circles on my cock while she caressed her tits and rubbed her clit.

I felt her orgasm build, as mine was. She came, not screaming but definitely vocal. It set me off and I started to pull out of her ass.

“Cum in my asshole, baby. Oh, fuck yes. I love feeling cum shooting into me. Any hole, I don’t care, I love feeling it shoot.”

I released my load into her asshole as she sat on me rubbing her tits and pussy. She seemed to have another, smaller orgasm and fell forward onto my chest.

I rubbed my hand up and down her sides and felt her hard nipples push into my skin. I continued my hands to her ass and squeezed and kneaded her cheeks, my wilting cock still in her hole.

She lifted her head, looked at me, and said, “I fucking needed that.”

I realized she had said “fuck” more times in my room than she had in the five months I had known her.

She kissed me and then extracted my cock from her body.

“Let’s get a shower. I have to go.”

“Let me piss first,” I said.

“Piss on me, in the shower.”

She entered the shower and knelt in the center.

I stood at the door and started to piss, aiming for her tits to begin with.

“In my mouth,” she said, mouth wide with anticipation.

I aimed at the opening but hit her on the nose and eyes first. She shook it off and chased the stream until it entered her mouth. Closing her mouth, she swallowed as my piss continued to hit her on the lips. She opened for more.

When I was finished, she stood and turned on the water. She beckoned me in. The shower was small and there was very little room, but I managed to soap her body without causing much damage.

She soaped me up and looked in my eyes the whole time she jerked my cock. She reached behind and soaped my ass and then asshole; her soapy finger entered my anus – by accident or design, I didn’t care.

She fingered my asshole while jerking my cock until I said I was cumming. She squatted down a little and jerked me off over her tits. Damn, I love (spelled L.O.V.E, love) this woman.

As we dried ourselves, she said, “Three times in just over an hour… nice. What is the greatest number of times you have cum in one session?”

“Six,” I said matter-of-factly. “This one chick was insatiable; wore me out.” I smiled at my memory.

“Huh,” she said, “I can work with that.”

Then she talked about what would happen in the future.

She would get lube; she would get the pill cause she wanted her “cunt fucked bareback” (her words); if she got desperate, she would bring some rubbers but hoped she wouldn’t have to; this was not going to be a nightly thing, it would be on her schedule, only at my hooch, nowhere else; if she said, in my company, that she needed a shower, that would mean she was going to visit, drink water to be ready; sometimes she might just show up; we would talk more about what she, and I, were willing to do; NO, a threesome was pretty much off the table while in Iraq; going forward we would play everything by ear but her career was number one.

We kissed good night in my room. I went outside and looked around. It was clear and she stepped out into the night and was lost to the darkness.

I slept with a big smile on my face and dreamed of things to come.

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