a/n Hi all, sorry about delaying my stories, wasn't feeling very well. Here is a new story. I am half way through doing The Cullen's Read Twilight and I have almost finished typing chapter 5 of Time Of My Life on the computer. Hope you like this new book. Enjoy : )
disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, SM does. But I do own this story.
Chapter 1
I stepped out of my panties and dropped the little bundle of warm silk on top of the rest of my clothes. Naked now, I left the small changing area and went through to the darkened room beyond. There was a black leather couch beside the far wall. Gathering my hair back loosely, I padded across the thickly carpeted floor and lay down full length on the high, firm bed. The familiar sensation of the cool hide against my bare skin sent a shudder of anticipation through me. Maybe this time it would happen at last.
Composing myself, I turned my head towards the wall and spoke into the intercom above my pillow.
"I'm ready, Dr Harrison."
A female voice answered immediately, it's tone detached and professional.
"Good evening, Isabella. We'll begin straight away, shall we? Just relax and carry out the normal programme. Tell me your fantasy as it comes into your head, and don't forget to warn me if you think you're actually going to reach a climax this time."
Moistening two fingers of my right hand on my tongue, I slid them down into the cleft between my legs. I took a deep breath, then I began to massage my clitoris steadily as I spoke out aloud into the empty room.
I'm in a foreign army that has women soldiers. I'm driving a huge tank in a desert somewhere. There's been a battle, but it's over now and we've won. I'm returning to base, rumbling across the parched, barren wasteland, sending up a plume of dry dust behind me. I'm the only person in the tank, but I'm giving a lift to another soldier. I'm standing inside the tank, looking out of the turret hatch to steer and he's sitting behind me with his legs wrapped round the hatchway. He's got his machine-gun at the ready, acting as look-out.
I'm facing forward so I can't see him, but as we rumble along I became aware that something is happening directly behind my head. When the soldier climbed up on the turret I noticed that he had caught his dusty camouflage fatigues on barbed wire during the fighting. He had a gaping tear right across the front of his trousers and sitting with his legs spread apart has split the rip wide open.
Now, the throbbing of the tank engine has started to vibrate him to rigid erection. His circumcised cock has become so stiff it's burst out of his tattered underwear. His hard-on has broken free and it's jutting out across the open hatchway like a miniature copy of the tank barrel. It grows so big and long, the swollen bare tip starts to touch against the back of my head. The velvet-skinned dome begins to rub to and fro across the sensitive area at the nape of my neck where my hair is shorn very short.
The soldier is incredibly fired up from fighting. I can smell the pure male musk of adrenaline and testosterone wafting off his hot virile cock. It makes me very excited, but I have to keep concentrating on driving the tank, even though it's difficult.
Just when i can't bear the sensation of the man's cockhead brushing against me any longer, we come to a rocky, mountainous place and I notice a narrow ravine to one side of the track. I instantly swerve the tank into it and, as soon as we're hidden from sight, I skid the tank to a halt and twisted round in the hatchway.
As I turn, a drop of clear sap oozes from the slit in the soldier's penis tip and smears a sticky trail across my cheek. Then the hot purple plum of his helmet flips between my lips and I swallow it into my mouth.
I purse my lips and begin to milk his shaft. It makes his olive-skinned cock extend out even further. It stretches so far across the hatchway, it pins my head against the metal rim behind me. I couldn't get him out of my mouth now even if I wanted to. The only way I'm ever going to be able to get free is to make him cum.
He's lodged so deep in my throat, I can't move on him. All I can do is suck on his shaft like a calf pulling on a teat. I feel him beginning to swell inside my mouth and I know he's going to spurt soon. That turns me on so much, I slip my hand down inside my loose cotton drill tanksuit and begin to masturbate myself furiously.
It's as hot as an oven inside the tank. I'm not wearing anything under my overalls, but even so, I'm still running with perspiration. I haven't changed out of the uniform in three days. I wipe my fingertips across my drenched belly and use my own sweat to lubricate myself. I mix the salty wetness with the anchovy tank of my ripe, unwashed vulva and blend them into a pungent female essence that I'll be able to smell on my fingers for days to come.
My real hand was a blur in the darkness now. Just like in my fantasy, I was rubbing my clitoris frenziedly, straining hand to take myself into climax.
The soldier is going to cum. I feel his cock neding upwards, about to erupt and, and - Oh, yes, I'm nearly there, Doctor, right on the edge - suddenly he buckles forward and his enormous cock jerks in my mouth. He starts to gush spunk and as each spurt jets down my choking throat, he let's loose a burst of machine-gun fire into the sky. He shoots off bullets in time to his cock shooting off jism into my mouth.
It's too much for me to stand. I want to come as well, now. I'm really trying hard. I'm very close! But it's not happening. I can't do it! It's slipping away. I'm losing it!
My voice faltered into silence. For a while the only sound in the room was desperate beating of my fingers inside my sex lips as I squeezed my quim tightly between my thighs. I searched for the elusive moment of ecstasy until my strength gave out, then I collapsed back onto the couth wailing in frustration. Once again my body had denied me sexual release. I felt so cheated, I hammered my fists on the couch and called out angrily,
"Dame it! I was so near then. So bloody near."
Dr Harrison's voice was full of understanding.
"Never mind, Isabella. Just remember, it might happen the next time you try. Go and get dressed now. Take your mind off today by working on a new fantasy. I'll look forward to hearing it at your next appointment on Thursday afternoon."
a/n So what do you think of my new story? R&R Please : )
