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Amy Cadet Fantasy (Part Two)


Hey yummies!
Phew!!! What an amazing couple of months, have had some experiences I will remember for a lifetime and have visited so many new places, including my first time in Egypt (I loved it!) And have been filling up my time with fun events and exciting experiences. Thanks for making it a wonderful autumn :) Finished my book on big data and then finished Steven Hawkings Brief Answers to the Big questions – a sometimes hard-going but nevertheless brilliant book which I also really enjoyed. Went snorkeling for the first time… making great progress at the gym, and have ticked many items off my bucket list and am of course enjoying cooking and dining in equal measure. So much is going on I barely have a moment to myself, but a benefit of taking so many flights has been the opportunity to write the second part of my Army fantasy (had the most fun and amazing response to the last one!) This is a very explicit fantasy, so if you’re expecting a Shakespearian sonnet, you will be sorely (or perhaps pleasantly) dissapointed! Enjoy :)

Army Cadet Fantasy Part Two

My progression through the Special Forces has been swift and well deserved. As the only woman to make it into MI5s so called “Anonymous Unit”, the last few weeks have been spent tirelessly trekking through Peru. The mission: Find, intercept and prevent a drugs deal with street value in excess of 10 Billion GBP. A lot has changed since my early days in the Forces. Hair cropped short, and face somewhat hardened, the comrades have nicknamed me 3B (Three Image result for army black womanB’s: The Brutal British Bitch). The rumours are true: No man has ever managed to withstand my harsh (and not strictly legal) interrogation techniques. I don’t do the menial work; When my boots are on the ground, I mean business. My job is to crack El Castillio, the notorious drug lord who has remained elusive and escaped our clutches for nearly a decade. In the back of the armoured vehicle, I open my wallet: therein lies a small amount of local currency and nothing else. No cards, no photos, no keys. Strictly speaking, “we” don’t exist. My radio crackles and I swiftly tune it in to frequency 1090Hz. Immediately I recognise the voice of Jack Judson, nicknamed High3 (he used to be called High5 but we switched it up on account of him having lost two fingers in a Russian arms deal gone wrong – long story)

The radio crackles
“3B to High3. Received. Do we have Goldilocks alive? (all our suspects are given the names of fairy tale characters, no one can quite remember why)
“Affirmative Ma’am.” High3 replies “But it’s going to take a sledgehammer the size of the Amazon to crack this one”
“Received High3. Good thing you’ve got me on board. We need him at base by 5pm. If you see so much as a sand lizard on your way, shoot it dead, then shoot it again”. I order.
“Affirmative Ma’am”
The radio crackles and cuts.

Time to get to work.

By the time I get to base it is 6pm. Sundown is early in this part of the world and we have had to change routes three times to avoid detection. Our inside man, face wrapped in a bandana meets me at the entrance to our base.

“Bandino” I say, without looking at him, “Thank you”.

I shove an unmarked brown envelope stuffed with local currency into his hands and within moments he disappears into the night. Before visiting El Castillio, I re-enter the back of the armoured vehicle and change into civilian clothes. This type of detainee will need an unorthodox approach. I leave the vehicle, feeling the cool night breeze on my now bare legs.

“Where is he?” I bark at High3. My voice pierces the near silent night
“They’ve got him in Unit 9-0 ma’am”.

I enter the unit, a large suitcase trailing behind me. It’s a small, dimly lit room, and El Castillio is sat on a steel chair with his arms cuffed and cable tied behind his back, and his legs also secured. Stage One of the interrogation process is designed to crack those who are the most weak willed. I know it won’t work, but Geneva convention, yadda yadda, combatants must try reasonable force first. Dressed in my army boots, denim hot pants and a cropped blouse, I walk towards the detainee, looking him directly in the eye, my gaze never faltering.

El Castillio begins talking, a thick accent making his words almost indistinguishable.
“No entiendo… porque estoy aqui -” he begins
“Okay so let’s cut the crap”. I interrupt. I’ve read your file, I know you speak English.
His tone immediately changes and he responds in perfect, measured English, his glare meeting, but not quite matching mine
“What do you want?” He asks. “You want money? I have more money than you can dream of”.
“We know what’s happening at 12:00 hours tomorrow, we just don’t know where” I reply.
El Castillo pauses for a moment, clearly surprised at our Intel.
“Why would I tell you that ahh?” He asks “You can’t extradite me, you can’t kill me, and if you jail me I will have paid my way out by sunrise so what makes you think I’m going to tell you about my… business affairs?” A smirk spreads across his defiant face.

I don’t reply.

Initiate Stage One.

Still bound to the chair I approach El Castillio. Without a word and with the swiftness of a true professional. I unbuckle his trousers. I see his brow furrow, trying to work out what I’m about to do. I pull his trousers down to his ankles. He knows better than to struggle- he’s going nowhere. I stride to the suitcase, and remove an unmarked tinted bottle. I unscrew the top and walk back to the detainee. Stood between his legs with my back towards him, I unbutton my shorts, and pull them down, efficiently. My bare, peachy bottom, exposed in front of him. I bend over to pick up the bottom, making sure Castillio gets a full view from beind. In the bottle is no poison, no truth serum or skin irritant – just a simple oil. I pour the oil over my ass and casually take a seat on El Castillios lap. Of course, his cock leaps to attention hardening between my bum cheeks. I hear his breath quicken and his chest heaving behind me. I sit there for 5 minutes or so without moving; then slowly begin rocking backwards and forwards on his lap, I stand up then turn around, straddling him on the chair, with nothing but the warm oil between us.

Looking into his eyes, I stroke the side of his face, an immaculate manicure tracing a rough, hairy cheekbone.
“Castillo. How about you tell me where the deal’s taking place?”
I ask.
I push myself right up against him, his cock erect and pressed against my bellybotton. We are nose to nose. I put my arms around him and rest my head on his left shoulder. Speaking softly,
“If you tell me, no repercussions, no arrest, we go or separate ways and you keep face.”
El Castillo stays silent, but his body betrays him. Chest to chest I feel his heart beating frantically beneath his shirt.
“No?” – I ask. I lick the sweat from the side of his face – “No?”
Casually, I lift myself up slightly, then lower myself slowly onto his cock. His arms strain against the cable ties which bind him to the chair. Another trickle of sweat courses down his temple. 10 seconds of heavy nose breathing as I sit there motionless, eye to eye and sat on his throbbing cock. I begin to ride him; at first slowly, but then… The heat of the jungle… 18 months with no sex… finally face to face with my enemy… who part of me begrudgingly admires… passionately I ride his cock like a machine, sweat running down my back, keeping frantic pace for 5 minutes or so until I feel him ready to explode.

5… 4… 3… 2…

Just as it’s about to happen I abruptly stand up.
“What?” He tries to lunge towards me, but of course, is incapable “Get back here, you little bitch!”

I roll my eyes. A long, slow, patient breath escapes me.
“I’m not a bitch, I’m THE bitch.” I reply.

His cock is still rock hard, so close to cumming yet… so far.

I stand in front of him, squatting slightly so we are at eye level, and laugh in his face.

“Just tell me, where the deal is taking place?” I press, “Tell me…”
I reach down my nails teasing his balls

Finally he opens his mouth, resigned.
I’ve won, he’s proven very easy to crack.

I run to my suitcase, scrabbling to find a pen and notepad, then returning to his chair with both in hand. “Go on then Castillo, tell me what you know” My face is etched with eager anticipation, my pen poised to take the coordinates

His mouth assumes a small smirk, eyes blinking up at me with an earnest humour

“Suck my dick, bitch.”
He replies.

A hot wave of anger washes over my face. I feel my temper rise – no one makes a fool of me. No one!

Time to initiate Level Two.

(To be continued…)

Bree x

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Champagne Season



Back in town after a wonderful week away!

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Unwrapping my birthday gifts and feeling thankful to those who have sent a something – whether big or small – thought goes a long way, and I shall make sure you are very well thanked in person ;) Usually Birthdays are a very boring and depressing time for me – so thanks again for taking the time. Will be celebrating properly next week, but for now – here’s to being 28!



Army Cadet Fantasy

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Thought I would re-post one of my favourite fantasies… not for the faint hearted and probably best read when alone!

I hang the “VISITORS” pass around my neck and walk into the hall. I am dressed in jeans, heels and a cardigan and as I walk in, I nervously take in the other people in the room. There are about 20 of us in total. Approximately 15 men and 5 women, standing around trying not to make eye contact. We wait in silence, until finally the door swings open, and in marches a bald man, around 5ft10, clad in a camouflage print jacket and trousers, heavy boots on his feet and a cap pulled low on his head.
“CADETS!” he shouts, his voice echoing across the hall “SOME OF YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU ARE EXCEPTIONAL. SOME OF YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOUR RICH HARVARD DADDIES GOT YOU HERE AND SOME OF YOU THINK YOU’RE HERE FOR A GOD DAMN FASHION SHOW” he barks, looking pointedly at me. I fumble self-consciously with my Ted Baker cardigan buttons, noticing that everyone else is already in full army gear.
“SIR-YES-SIR!” we reply in unison.
Only ten burpees in and I am already struggling. In heels and tight jeans I can barely make the movements and my ankles begin to burn as I try to make the 15th burpee.
Another Officer pokes his head around the door and Corporal McKinley walks to the door to speak to him. As soon as he is out of eye shot, I turn to the rest of the group, faking an over the top American accent and standing in McKinleys trademark wide legged stance “I am Corporal McLoser!” I sayin, in a mocking tone. The room erupts into laughter. “I am an Ammuurrrcaaan Eaaaagle-“ but this time, no laughter, as the other cadets shuffle awkwardly, looking at their feet. I suddenly feel McKinleys hot breath on the back of my neck, and spin round, horrified- “CADET BREE. YOU FANCY YOURSELF THE CLASS CLOWN DO YOU?” he screams at me, flecks of spit flying into my face “ARTHUR, TAKE THIS CLASS, I AM GOING TO TAKE BREE FOR A NICE INTENSE BURNOUT SESSION.” The other officer from the door runs in to take over. I follow McKinley silently out of the room, my feet aching from my heels and my jeans nearly torn at the knees. We walk across the grounds for what feels like ages, until finally we reach a large outbuilding, clad in silver and rusting corrugated iron, with a large double door on the front. He opens the door and silently, I walk in. The inside is a cold, nearly empty box, brightly lit with strip lighting.

“Cadet Bree.” He starts, inches from you face “You ever undermine me like that in front of other cadets and I swear on the almighty flag you can pack your bags and be on the first flight back to London by this evening. Understand?”
“Sir-yes-sir.” I say sulkily, glaring at McKinley.
“You are dressed inappropriately Cadet Bree. You want to act like an animal? Okay, I’ll treat you like an animal. Take all your clothes off. ALL OF THEM. Do it now.”
“Don’t play with me Cadet Bree-“
“Sir-yes-Sir” I reply, slowly unbuttoning my cardigan. I strip to my vest and my underwear- a plain white bra, French kickers and heels. I take my heels off and drop 5 inches, McKinley now towering over me. I remove my vest and bra, my nipples immediately hardening in the cool air, then my knickers.
“Put those on” McKinley nods at a pair of battered lace up army boots.
I walk to the far side of the room, put the boots on and lace them up.
“I want fifty star jumps cadet Bree.”
“But McKinley! I’m freezing! I’m naked! I can’t-“
“OK so you’re not made of the right stuff. That’s fine Bree. Get your things you can leave.”
“NO!” I gasp. I’ve been trying for three years solid to get on this course, giving up Is not an option.
“Then start jumping Cadet. Show me what you’re made of.”
I begin my star jumps self-consciously, my breasts jumping uncontrollably, my ass bouncing with every movement. Soon, I am drenched in sweat and panting for breath. McKinley sits on a nearby folding chair and watches.
“Turn around and do another 50 Cadet Bree.”
I turn around, my back facing him, starting another 50 star jumps, my bottom bouncing about and jiggling after every jump, exposing myself completely from behind with every star. Drenched in sweat, I complete my 50 and turn around. McKinley is still in the chair, and to my horror, camouflage trousers unzipped and stroking his cock.
“Oh my god! Officer McKiniiii-“
“Mmmm turn around and touch your toes 50 times Cadet Bree”
Silently I turn around and touch my toes.
On the 23rd rep, I feel McKinley approach me from behind, I feel him rubbing his cock between my legs from behind, one hand squeezing my bum. Sliding smoothly, grunting, his precum dripping between my thighs. I can’t help but start to get wet, as the tip of his cock teases my clit. 12 more reps to go… Just as I’m touching my toes for the 39th time, McKinley looses control, grabbing me tightly around the middle from behind and slowly sliding his cock inside me. I scream out loud, trying to struggle away. He puts his hand over mouth and begins fucking me roughly from behind like an animal. He picks me up with his cock still inside me and carries me to the table, bending me over it, and bouncing me on his cock in doggy. My juices run down my shaking legs, and he shoves four large fingers into my mouth. I suck on them, my eyes rolling back, trying not to scream, my muffled moans echoing off the bunker walls.
“You’re my bitch now Bree” he says, pulling my hair around so I’m looking him in the eye as he plunges deep into me “You’re going to swallow everything like the little slut you are.” He stops and I fall to my knees. He pulls my head up, shoves his cock into my panting mouth and cums down my throat. I choke and swallow, letting a little dribble down my chin. Tears in my eyes, and adrenaline coursing through my veins, I make a sudden and foolish attempt to get out of the building- dashing for the door, frantically turning the metal handle- but its locked! I sob in frustration still trying to open the door, McKinleys booming footsteps not far behind me.
He drags over another chair and sits down. Cock already hard and pulsing again.
“I want you to do 50 squats.” He says, reaching out and grabbing my ass with both hands “And I want you to do them over my lap.”
This really is fucking ridiculous, I think to myself. But I have little choice. With McKinley sat in the chair, I stand with one leg on either side of the chair and my bum facing him. I manage the first 10 or so squats with no problem. Half way through, my legs begin to shake under the pressure. I try to keep upright, but eventually my legs give way, and I collapse downwards onto McKinleys hard and throbbing cock. Too weak and horny to resist, I allow him play with me, both hands using my waist to bounce me on his cock, feeling embarrassed at how aroused I am, hot and sticky between the legs begging for more in my head. I don’t want to cum but I can’t help it. As I start cumming, I hear him whispering in my ear “You love this don’t you, Cadet Bree?”
“Sir-yes-Sir” I reply “Fuck me harder, I want it harder! Fuck me harder Officer McKinley!”
He lies me on the floor, grabs my army boots, and pins my legs right above my head. Holding them up there he begins teasing me in missionary, going so deep I flinch with a shock of pleasure every time.
“Choke me Office McKinley-!” I beg, tears of pleasure streaming down my face
“He begins choking me, and unable to hold on any longer I cum very hard on his cock, shaking and screaming and begging him to fuck me harder and cum on my face. McKinley keeps the slow and deep pace, taking his time, choking me and fucking me at the same time. Gasping for breath it feels so good that I feel another orgasm coming. This time, he lies right on top of me, one arm around my neck, drenching me in sweat as he takes me selfishly, holding me down, my naked body squirming with pleasure underneath him, my toes curled in my army boots.
“Ohh fuck you’re tight-” he moans, slowing down to cum inside me, pinching my nipples. After he’s finished, he stays there for a long while, still inside me, making sure I know who’s boss.

McKinley finally stands up, chest heaving.
“Clean me up Cadet Bree”
I kneel on my knees, licking the cum and sweat from his cock, lapping at his balls making sure I don’t miss a drop, gently sucking the tip of his cock, enjoying his taste in my mouth.
“Good. You can leave now”
I stumble to my dusty clothes and put them back on. McKinley unlocks the door and I make my way back to the rest of the group. In the distance I can hear one of my comrades ask “Gee, what d’ya think happened to Cadet Bree? That McKinley sure knows how to put you through your paces”

(to be continued…!!)
Now off to the gym to work off some of that pent up frustration… have had an amazing month with lots of travel and amazing dates, fantastic dinners and sexy moments… and lot’s more to come. See you soon yummies!

Bree xx


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