Recently I've been reading some of my stuff again, and like most, I imagine the same story, but slightly diff scenarios. So I decided to roll with it. This story has lots of exhibitionism, light bondage, and threesomes. As always, if these things are not your thing, seek life elsewhere. You have been warned.
Those that have read Kinky Sex and Pop Tarts will see that this story starts out the same. Believe me, it does change quite drastically.
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(Wolfe)
I was at work and happened to be checking my email when it came in. At the time I'd been waiting for confirmation on a purchase I'd just made for my 2023 Harley Davidson Street Glide. Motorcycles were my life and I loved customization. Tricked out paints jobs with aftermarket parts. I was currently waiting on a delivery for my bike so I was hoping the email would be a notification.
Anyway, I opened my iPhone and saw the email.
Literotica: Feedback:
Learn to write.
Great, this was one of those. I scanned the email seeing the words, never served, basic grammar, etc.
I had a full life but I will admit to a guilty pleasure regarding writing for Literotica. I had mild pretentions as an author. So far, I'd been a journalist for more than two decades in the military and my goal was to write a novel. I liked science fiction and fantasy, so I was leaning in that area, but for pure fun I liked to write erotic fantasies. Plus, I found that it helped with my regular writing. Occasionally I would read my older stories and would cringe from the writing that I thought was good at the time.
Like everybody I took from my real-world experience and mixed it with a healthy dose of wishful thinking.
I'd just published a story and it had gotten really good scores and comments. I did it for fun and like most others I tended to ignore anonymous hateful comments, but every now and again one would get under my skin. I particularly hated anon as they were called and on a personal level, I really hated those that sent feedback that was completely wrong. Especially when they used that feedback to call into question my background.
I tended to write military themed stories and would use ranks like Sgt., Staff Sgt., and other military titles. Most of the negative feedback I received called me out because they believed the word sergeant was capitalized or staff sergeant was written SSgt or numerous other trivial details that they knew because they had served. These always killed me because they were wrong in their assumption. As a military journalist I wrote my stories the way I wrote my articles, using Associated Press stylebook rules. Just because service members think the rules they follow are correct doesn't make it right. Sergeant or ranks are not capitalized unless part of name, number one through ten are written, the rest are numerical except in special circumstances. That one was a particular pet peeve. Most people don't realize there are numerous rules one can follow when writing so when they correct others there is a distinct possibility that they are wrong on many levels. The person may be following a different set of rules.
I also hated when other Marines corrected me on the use of the word bathroom. In the Navy and Marines, it is always referred to as the head. But I'd found when I used that name, it confused people, I'd had way too much negative feedback for a basic misunderstanding, so I didn't even bother.
It didn't upset me when somebody disliked my story, or felt I should have gone in a different direction. I felt that way about numerous stories too. Hell, I've actually listened to certain feedback and I know my writing isn't perfect. Sometimes I've had people write an exact critique about my writing that I felt. Sometimes I wish I'd written differently or felt that I rushed it. This was none of those, after a quick scan I could see this was somebody that served and thought I didn't know this, I didn't know that, etc., etc.
I looked up from my iPhone and sighed, then swiped left and deleted the email. At the same time the door to our office space opened and a gorgeous Hispanic female Marine walked through. A quick glance showed her coming toward our front counter. One of the Marines stood up from his desk to go help her out and I turned to walk back into my office.
I'd walked out to our bullpen to do a quick check on the Marines in the building. I had 25 Marines underneath me in two sections in two different buildings. A combination of writers, photographers, and videographers that needed to be coordinated on assignments and normal military duties. After making sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to be doing, I needed to go check on the qualifications due for my Marines.
I walked back into my office and sat at my computer while running through an excel roster of current qualifications for swim, rifle, physical fitness tests, and numerous other requirements due annually.
A knock on the door interrupted me.
I looked up, "What's up?"
Corporal Jackson opened my door, "Hey guns, that new staff sergeant is here."
A frown crossed my face, she wasn't due for another week. With a shrug I said, "Send her in."
A second later, the beautiful Marine I'd seen in the bullpen walked through the door. She came to my desk and handed me a dark brown manila folder and snapped to attention.
"Staff Sgt. Brooke Ochoa reporting in."
"At ease," I said as I took the paperwork. "You're a little early aren't you Staff Sgt. Ochoa? I wasn't expecting you for another two weeks."
She nodded, "It's a long story gunny but I changed my mind on my leave. Decided to save it and get here asap."
"That's fine, you don't need to explain it if you don't want to."
"Thank you."
I gave her another once over now that she was in my office. Inwardly I groaned, she was exactly my type. Average height for a girl, I judged about a full hand span shorter than my own six feet. Long, curly black hair, high cheekbones, liquid blue eyes, and an outstanding body.
Keep it together I thought, as long as she was under me there was no way I could show anything other than professional interest in this girl.
I'd been notified of her coming a month ago so I was familiar with her record. Her file had all outstanding reports from past commanders and she had just picked up so she was a little new to the rank.
"Staff Sgt. Jones left a month ago to his new duty station. I'm putting you in charge of Bravo section. You're the senior Marine and I've heard great things about you."
She gave me a concise nod.
"You're record shows you're not married, that changing?" I asked.
She snorted, "Not in this lifetime."
I raised an eyebrow, "Everything okay?"
"Previous mentioned long story," she said.
I waited to see if she would elaborate but she didn't say anything else so I let it go. It was my job as her leader to know what was going on in her life, but I wasn't going to pry. Unlike civilians, military units were heavily involved in each other's lives. Eventually, we knew everything about each other. She was new and I figured her story would come out sooner or later.
"You got a place yet?" I asked.
She nodded yes.
"Well, if you need anything just let me know. Your section is in building 452, across the street. Give me a minute and I'll take you over there."
Holding up a hand to halt me, she looked me in the eye, "If you don't mind, I'd like to go on my own. I like to get a feel for everybody before they know who I am."
I nodded, this was a pretty common practice so I didn't think anything of it.
"That's fine, go get settled in and we'll talk tomorrow," I said.
She snapped to attention and then relaxed and turned to leave. I watched her walk away and in a very unprofessional moment noticed her camouflage uniform was tight against her and she had a very nice butt.
The first month went by fairly routine. Ochoa was a hard worker and her team always produced the best results. I treated her in a professional manner and we had meetings together every day.
The first week of the second month was when I had a problem.
I'd just come back from chow with Gunnery Sgt. Michaels, a friend of mine since we were corporals together going to an advanced school.
We came into my section and one of the Marines was using the vacuum with his back turned to us. I shrugged and motioned Michaels to follow me, I needed to give him some details about a motorcycle ride we were planning for the weekend.
I opened the door to my office and Ochoa was standing there with her back to us wearing a red G-string.
She turned to face us when the door opened and all three of us froze.
Michales reacted first, pushing me inside my office and closing the door behind us. Ochoa held up a hand to cover her tits as I stood there open-mouthed.
After a second, Ochoa fumed, "I told that idiot Vernon to tell you I was using your office."
"Uhhh, he was vacuuming and didn't see us come in," I stuttered.
"And you must be the new staff sergeant Wolfe has told me about," Michaels said, moving forward with his hand outstretched to shake.
"Really," she said drolly, looking at his hand.
"No reason we can't all be civil," he said.
"Okay," I said, holding up my hands in a placating gesture. I really didn't want to get a sexual harassment complaint from Ochoa, I needed to defuse the situation. "Michaels and I will leave. Change and come out when you're done."
Ochoa rolled her eyes and exasperated said, "Well, don't leave now. I don't want that idiot Vernon knowing anything."
"You want us to stay?" I asked incredulously.
She turned her back to us and started getting dressed, "Better that than stupid rumors flying around, just don't perv on me or do anything creepy."
She talked while she got dressed, "I was changing over cause I have a car appointment off base, was stopping by to let you know.
"Good enough," I said.
Despite her instructions to not 'perv' on her, Michaels and I both watched as she got changed. Her ass was amazing in a red G-string. I'd admired her body in uniform, but out of uniform it was outstanding. She looked over her shoulder as she grabbed a blouse, seeing us both watching her and staring at her ass she shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"It never ceases to amaze me, men turn into boys as soon as they see tits or ass," she said.
"To be fair, it's an exemplary ass," Michaels said.
Turing to face us she dropped her hands to her side, exposing her tits. Small dark nipples sat atop a solid D cup with lighter skin from bikini triangles showing over a flat stomach.
"There," she said. "If I let you look, can you promise this won't get around? I don't need a bad reputation."
I held up a hand, "That is not necessary."
Michaels interjected quickly, "But appreciated."
"So you'll keep your mouth shut," she asked.
I looked into her eyes and saw real concern, Ochoa was an exemplary Marine but I understood her apprehension. The Marine Corps was definitely a boys club. Marines at the barracks walked around in short and nobody thought anything, a female that walked around in shorts and sport bra was looked at as a slut or something. Even accidentally, if it got out we'd seen her, her reputation could be damaged.
"Staff Sgt.," I said, addressing her formally. "I'm sorry you feel the need to bribe us for not acting like little kids. I apologize. I also promise, neither one of us will ever repeat anything about what happened here."
I glared at Michaels and growled, "Isn't that right?"
Michaels noticed my serious tone and matched its energy as he spoke, "I'd never do anything to hurt you."
Ochoa looked at both of us, "Thank you."
"You change over and tell Vernon to go to lunch and we'll stay in here, nobody will ever know a thing," I said.
She nodded then smiled, "I'm sure years from now it'll be a funny story you tell but thank you."
And with a sigh she looked heavenward, "Go ahead and look little boys."
Michaels and I grinned as she finished getting dressed.
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