SOLDIER-ATHLETE By Terri
I never believed anything like this could ever happen to me, but I'm here to tell you that everything here in happened just as it occurred one year ago. Just to set the stage and give you a little back ground, I'm a happily married woman for eight years now, with two beautiful children and a husband who loves me. We aren't rich or anything, but my husband is a very successful corporate lawyer, so we're not hurting any, and by most standards we'd be considered upper middle class. At the time of the "incident", we had been married for seven years and both of us, my husband Gene and me, my name's Terri, had been totally faithful to each other. The honeymoon had definitely worn off, but our sex life was pretty good, and neither of us, well me for sure at least, never even thought about greener grass on the other side of the fence. Oh sure, if I saw an attractive man I might think what he might be like, ya know, in the sack, but never more than a fleeting fantasy. We were just a couple of thirty something people who had a comfortable life together and who basically were just cruising along. And that is how this story begins. Living in a big city, coupled with the fact that Gene's security firm does work for a lot of the large corporations based here, we get a lot of invitations to functions connected with Gene's work. A lot of them are boring as heck, but usually you get a pretty good dinner out of it, and sometimes even the speaker is interesting. Well, about one year ago, we were attending a fundraiser for the local chapter for abandoned children. This particular event was a little different from most; there was assigned seating, and husbands and wives were split up and placed at different tables. Since I didn't know very many of the people attending this fund raiser, I immediately wished that I had stayed home, since I didn't have Gene to keep me company. The last thing he did before we split up, was kiss me on the cheek and wish me luck, and then he was off on his own looking for his table. I walked around the ballroom until I found table twenty-three, and sure enough, there was a place setting with my name on a little card in the middle of my dinner plate. As I was about to sit down, I heard a voice from slightly behind me. "Well, at least I get to sit next to a pretty lady, that makes it all worth while." I turned to see who my unknown admirer was, and to my shock, it was someone that I knew, well not personally mind you, but I had seen him on television a hundred times, and I felt like I knew him. "Hi," he said with a dazzling smile, "I'm R------ T------, but everyone calls me Black Dog, or just Blackie." I must have looked like an idiot, because my mouth was probably hanging wide open, but I managed to introduce myself and then sit down. He took his place next to me and said, ?I'm representing the team here to night. Management wanted a big name, so they asked me, and from the looks of things I'm glad I came.? I must have turned six shades of red, but when the star of the local professional urban brawl team throws you a compliment, well; I had to admit it felt pretty good. In person, Black Dog was even more handsome than he appeared on TV. Everything about him was perfect, from the suit of clothes he was wearing to the perfectly straight white teeth that shone like ivory every time he flashed that million-dollar smile. And from what I had read it was worth a million, as Black dog was very popular as a pitchman for a variety of products. I had to admit that although I hadn't had much contact with military men or athletes, it was obvious that this one was extremely attractive. As the evening wore on, Blackie became more forward, taking every opportunity to touch my arm as though to make a point about something he was saying. It was embarrassing, but every time we made contact, I could feel a jolt run through my body, just like a damn schoolgirl. Our table was off to the side of the room, right next to an exit that led into a side corridor, so it was easy for anyone at our table to slip out if he or she had to use the rest room or make a phone call. During a particularly dull part of the program, Blackie leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I'm going out in the hall, after about two minutes excuse yourself and go to the ladies? room." Before I could ask why, he was up and out of his seat and disappearing through the side door. I sat there dumbfounded, wondering what on earth a major star like Black Dog would want with a suburban housewife, but in exactly two minutes, I excused myself and headed for the ladies room. I was almost there, when I heard him calling me from around the corner. "Terri," he whispered loudly, "over here." I walked over to him slowly, wondering what the heck was up, but in the back of my mind knowing full well that I should turn around and run away. When I reached him, he took me by the arm and pulled me into a small closet that contained cleaning supplies and a large industrial vacuum. "W-what do you want," I stammered, while knowing damn well what the answer was. "Just this," he said, before pressing his lips to mine and giving me one of the most passionate kisses I had ever experienced. I was stunned, almost like a deer caught in headlights, wanting to move, but unable to do so. He then whispered hoarsely into my ear. "Terri, from the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you." "Have me," I said between deep breaths, "I'm a married woman, we can't..." But he shut me up with another mind numbing kiss, the kind that makes your knees go weak and your resolve disappear. The power I felt in his arms was incredible, and the sheer force of his personality was enough to make even a very faithful wife forget all about her husband and children. When we pulled apart he spoke softly. "You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I want you to know, I am going to have you." I couldn't believe what was happening, and even more unreal was the fact that I was nodding my head and agreeing with him, me a married woman, making love to a strange, dangerous man in a janitor's closet. Again, he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. "Terri, have you ever been taken hard, I mean really hard and totally ravished by someone who is insane to have you?" By now my knees were like Jell-O, and it was all I could do to whisper. "N-no, never." "Turn around, Terri," he said softly, "face away from me and lean against the wall with your hands." Still a little unsure of myself, I offered no resistance when he gently but firmly turned me around and leaned me away from him. "W-what are you going to do to me," I stammered, while trying to look back over my shoulder. "Look straight ahead," he ordered, "you'll find out in a minute." I could here him breathing hard now, but mixed in with his panting, I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered, and almost involuntarily, I groaned at the prospect of what was happening right in back of me. "Are you ready, Terri," he asked quietly. "R-ready for what," she gasped, "you still haven't told me what you want with me?" ?Oh, Terri,? he chided, ?you knew what I meant when I said I was going to have you?? "I'm not sure," I said weakly, ?you have to tell me, I'm not used to word games." "Oh," he said, "I see, you're not sure what my motives are, is that right? You want to hear it." "T-that's right," I replied, "you have to be more specific." "Hmm," he hummed, "maybe this is more specific," and with a quick jerk, he pulled up my dress and with the other hand, tore my panties right off, leaving me totally naked from the waist down. He took his fingers and while cupping my vagina whispered, "Well, well, well, it seems your pussy knew what I wanted all along, because you're as wet as any woman I've ever felt." "Oh, Jesus," I moaned, "k-keep doing that, it feels so good." "My finger," he said incredulously, "that's nothing, feel this," and with a hard shove, he rammed his hard penis deep inside of my now flooded pussy. "Oh, god," I groaned, "you are filling me up so nicely, oh, Black Dog, fuck me harder, oh that feels so good, I've never..." "You've never what," he asked softly. "I've never had anything like this before," I said while panting hard, "y-you're just taking from the rear and it's like nothing I've ever felt before, so full of cock, and so hard and thick." "You mean your husband doesn't fuck you like this," he asked innocently. On the word ?fuck,? he drove deeply into me, filling me. ?He doesn't fuck you in this position,? a pause as he drove fully into me again, then pulled back, ?or this hard,? again, ?or this deeply?? "You must be out of your mind," I moaned, "he could never make me feel like this. You're making me crazy, oh, I think I'm cumming, give it to me harder." And he did just that, ramming his erection in and out of me like piston, hard and fast without missing a beat. My orgasm was one for the ages; an innocent married woman being taken by a giant stranger's penis, every woman's fantasy, but for me, a fantasy come true. As he was fucking me, I wondered about myself. If I had the chance to have this monster cock everyday would I be able to take it, but as my third [or was it my fourth] orgasm plowed through me, I knew the answer. When and where, and I'll be there. On my final orgasm, he went a little crazy, because his own climax was right in time with mine. I reached around and covered his mouth with my hand, and thankfully, I was able to muffle the roar he let loose with as his cum jetted into my very receptive pussy. Thank god for me that there was that big vacuum sitting there, because without it, I would have slumped all the way to the floor. Cum was now running out of my pussy, but Black Dog even had a way of dealing with that. He took my torn panties and gently pushed them into my vagina, making sort of a makeshift tampon for cum. Then he zipped up, I smoothed my dress, and after peeking out to make sure the coast was clear, we both casually drifted back to our seats as if nothing was out of the ordinary. On the way home my husband asked, "so, did you sit with anybody interesting?" I just chuckled and replied, "There was a guy at my table, and I certainly got my fill of him.
I never believed anything like this could ever happen to me, but I'm here to tell you that everything here in happened just as it occurred one year ago. Just to set the stage and give you a little back ground, I'm a happily married woman for eight years now, with two beautiful children and a husband who loves me. We aren't rich or anything, but my husband is a very successful corporate lawyer, so we're not hurting any, and by most standards we'd be considered upper middle class. At the time of the "incident", we had been married for seven years and both of us, my husband Gene and me, my name's Terri, had been totally faithful to each other. The honeymoon had definitely worn off, but our sex life was pretty good, and neither of us, well me for sure at least, never even thought about greener grass on the other side of the fence. Oh sure, if I saw an attractive man I might think what he might be like, ya know, in the sack, but never more than a fleeting fantasy. We were just a couple of thirty something people who had a comfortable life together and who basically were just cruising along. And that is how this story begins. Living in a big city, coupled with the fact that Gene's security firm does work for a lot of the large corporations based here, we get a lot of invitations to functions connected with Gene's work. A lot of them are boring as heck, but usually you get a pretty good dinner out of it, and sometimes even the speaker is interesting. Well, about one year ago, we were attending a fundraiser for the local chapter for abandoned children. This particular event was a little different from most; there was assigned seating, and husbands and wives were split up and placed at different tables. Since I didn't know very many of the people attending this fund raiser, I immediately wished that I had stayed home, since I didn't have Gene to keep me company. The last thing he did before we split up, was kiss me on the cheek and wish me luck, and then he was off on his own looking for his table. I walked around the ballroom until I found table twenty-three, and sure enough, there was a place setting with my name on a little card in the middle of my dinner plate. As I was about to sit down, I heard a voice from slightly behind me. "Well, at least I get to sit next to a pretty lady, that makes it all worth while." I turned to see who my unknown admirer was, and to my shock, it was someone that I knew, well not personally mind you, but I had seen him on television a hundred times, and I felt like I knew him. "Hi," he said with a dazzling smile, "I'm R------ T------, but everyone calls me Black Dog, or just Blackie." I must have looked like an idiot, because my mouth was probably hanging wide open, but I managed to introduce myself and then sit down. He took his place next to me and said, ?I'm representing the team here to night. Management wanted a big name, so they asked me, and from the looks of things I'm glad I came.? I must have turned six shades of red, but when the star of the local professional urban brawl team throws you a compliment, well; I had to admit it felt pretty good. In person, Black Dog was even more handsome than he appeared on TV. Everything about him was perfect, from the suit of clothes he was wearing to the perfectly straight white teeth that shone like ivory every time he flashed that million-dollar smile. And from what I had read it was worth a million, as Black dog was very popular as a pitchman for a variety of products. I had to admit that although I hadn't had much contact with military men or athletes, it was obvious that this one was extremely attractive. As the evening wore on, Blackie became more forward, taking every opportunity to touch my arm as though to make a point about something he was saying. It was embarrassing, but every time we made contact, I could feel a jolt run through my body, just like a damn schoolgirl. Our table was off to the side of the room, right next to an exit that led into a side corridor, so it was easy for anyone at our table to slip out if he or she had to use the rest room or make a phone call. During a particularly dull part of the program, Blackie leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I'm going out in the hall, after about two minutes excuse yourself and go to the ladies? room." Before I could ask why, he was up and out of his seat and disappearing through the side door. I sat there dumbfounded, wondering what on earth a major star like Black Dog would want with a suburban housewife, but in exactly two minutes, I excused myself and headed for the ladies room. I was almost there, when I heard him calling me from around the corner. "Terri," he whispered loudly, "over here." I walked over to him slowly, wondering what the heck was up, but in the back of my mind knowing full well that I should turn around and run away. When I reached him, he took me by the arm and pulled me into a small closet that contained cleaning supplies and a large industrial vacuum. "W-what do you want," I stammered, while knowing damn well what the answer was. "Just this," he said, before pressing his lips to mine and giving me one of the most passionate kisses I had ever experienced. I was stunned, almost like a deer caught in headlights, wanting to move, but unable to do so. He then whispered hoarsely into my ear. "Terri, from the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you." "Have me," I said between deep breaths, "I'm a married woman, we can't..." But he shut me up with another mind numbing kiss, the kind that makes your knees go weak and your resolve disappear. The power I felt in his arms was incredible, and the sheer force of his personality was enough to make even a very faithful wife forget all about her husband and children. When we pulled apart he spoke softly. "You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I want you to know, I am going to have you." I couldn't believe what was happening, and even more unreal was the fact that I was nodding my head and agreeing with him, me a married woman, making love to a strange, dangerous man in a janitor's closet. Again, he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. "Terri, have you ever been taken hard, I mean really hard and totally ravished by someone who is insane to have you?" By now my knees were like Jell-O, and it was all I could do to whisper. "N-no, never." "Turn around, Terri," he said softly, "face away from me and lean against the wall with your hands." Still a little unsure of myself, I offered no resistance when he gently but firmly turned me around and leaned me away from him. "W-what are you going to do to me," I stammered, while trying to look back over my shoulder. "Look straight ahead," he ordered, "you'll find out in a minute." I could here him breathing hard now, but mixed in with his panting, I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered, and almost involuntarily, I groaned at the prospect of what was happening right in back of me. "Are you ready, Terri," he asked quietly. "R-ready for what," she gasped, "you still haven't told me what you want with me?" ?Oh, Terri,? he chided, ?you knew what I meant when I said I was going to have you?? "I'm not sure," I said weakly, ?you have to tell me, I'm not used to word games." "Oh," he said, "I see, you're not sure what my motives are, is that right? You want to hear it." "T-that's right," I replied, "you have to be more specific." "Hmm," he hummed, "maybe this is more specific," and with a quick jerk, he pulled up my dress and with the other hand, tore my panties right off, leaving me totally naked from the waist down. He took his fingers and while cupping my vagina whispered, "Well, well, well, it seems your pussy knew what I wanted all along, because you're as wet as any woman I've ever felt." "Oh, Jesus," I moaned, "k-keep doing that, it feels so good." "My finger," he said incredulously, "that's nothing, feel this," and with a hard shove, he rammed his hard penis deep inside of my now flooded pussy. "Oh, god," I groaned, "you are filling me up so nicely, oh, Black Dog, fuck me harder, oh that feels so good, I've never..." "You've never what," he asked softly. "I've never had anything like this before," I said while panting hard, "y-you're just taking from the rear and it's like nothing I've ever felt before, so full of cock, and so hard and thick." "You mean your husband doesn't fuck you like this," he asked innocently. On the word ?fuck,? he drove deeply into me, filling me. ?He doesn't fuck you in this position,? a pause as he drove fully into me again, then pulled back, ?or this hard,? again, ?or this deeply?? "You must be out of your mind," I moaned, "he could never make me feel like this. You're making me crazy, oh, I think I'm cumming, give it to me harder." And he did just that, ramming his erection in and out of me like piston, hard and fast without missing a beat. My orgasm was one for the ages; an innocent married woman being taken by a giant stranger's penis, every woman's fantasy, but for me, a fantasy come true. As he was fucking me, I wondered about myself. If I had the chance to have this monster cock everyday would I be able to take it, but as my third [or was it my fourth] orgasm plowed through me, I knew the answer. When and where, and I'll be there. On my final orgasm, he went a little crazy, because his own climax was right in time with mine. I reached around and covered his mouth with my hand, and thankfully, I was able to muffle the roar he let loose with as his cum jetted into my very receptive pussy. Thank god for me that there was that big vacuum sitting there, because without it, I would have slumped all the way to the floor. Cum was now running out of my pussy, but Black Dog even had a way of dealing with that. He took my torn panties and gently pushed them into my vagina, making sort of a makeshift tampon for cum. Then he zipped up, I smoothed my dress, and after peeking out to make sure the coast was clear, we both casually drifted back to our seats as if nothing was out of the ordinary. On the way home my husband asked, "so, did you sit with anybody interesting?" I just chuckled and replied, "There was a guy at my table, and I certainly got my fill of him.
