Memoirs of a soldier (I) Excuse me, but I don't think we've been introduced. I am the Commander Sabattini. I served duri

Memoirs of a soldier (I) Excuse me, but I don't think we've been introduced. I am the Commander Sabattini. I served during the War on the front, directing a airborne infantry unit. I don't think you need to know more, less for the moment. At the end of the war I was assigned to a detention camp, to perform purely administrative tasks. The war was over, and the Forms took over from rifles. I arrived at the field one sunny morning of September. The newly built facilities shined in the sun. In addition to the routine watchtowers, barbed wire fences and checkpoints, The camp was made up of two barrack sections, the smaller one for the military and civilian personnel, and the largest one intended to house the detainees. I have to mention that since it is merely a detention camp, where the Suspected of having collaborated with the enemy were held until their situation was clarified, it did not have special security measures. I don't know He did not expect resistance from the prisoners, nor any treatment. especially harsh on the part of the guardians. Or at least that's what I thought. I was greeted by the Colonel in command immediately. We called him Colonel H. Although we had never met, the treatment was very cordial, and I left his office, in addition to my orders for the day, with a invitation to a small welcome party that evening. It wouldn't be anything formal, just one more way to facilitate my integration among the others officers, whom I had not yet met. As night fell, and after reconnoitring the field and my tasks, I groomed myself for the occasion. Once dressed in my uniform gala, I went to the Colonel's office, where the party would take place. Me It was a little surprising that this did not take place in the Colonel's (married) house, Well, although his office was quite large, he was used to being received in the private residence, not in the barracks. When I arrived at the office I I found the Colonel and eight other lower-ranking officers, all dressed also in gala, chatting animatedly and drinking from their glasses, with a relaxing classical music in the background. The Colonel's table had been removed to a corner of the room, and ten armchairs, quite comfortable in appearance, were arranged in a circle in the center. The only void was the one next to H., and I was immediately invited to pour myself a drink and occupy that chair. After presentations, the talk went lively, with the typical questions about each one's history, and the occasional military anecdote. After all, we were all soldiers. It's not worth losing too much time to remember that part of the party. On the contrary, what happened Afterwards it is at least worthy of mention. At one point the Colonel, getting up from his seat and Asking for a moment of silence, he said: -"Dear gentlemen, you all know, and I believe that many really admire my hospitality. On the other hand, Commander Sabattini You still don't know how pleasant these little parties can be. family. I think it's time we show him." - Immediately afterwards, he opened a side door that until now had remained closed, allowing a woman of about 25 years old, dressed with civilian clothes, blouse and pants. After leading her to the center of the circle that As the chairs formed, the Colonel took his place next to me again. -"I think you know, like all of us, that Although life in this camp is relatively easy for the detainees, it does not leave of there being "certain and inevitable" difficulties. The magnitude of these difficulties is determined, to a large extent, by the more or less friendly treatment by our part. Things being this way, I don't think you'll be surprised that certain detainees are more than willing to "collaborate" with us to, say, improve that treatment. For example, Miss E., here, is the mother of two beautiful little ones, one and three years old respectively, who stay with her in pavilion C. It is our obligation to ensure safety and good health both of her as of her children, but war is certainly a horrible thing, and between other things, causes an almost total shortage of children's products. Still, I personally, in view of Miss E.'s downright friendly attitude, I have gotten a batch of baby food for her. I'm sure that You can imagine Miss E.'s enormous gratitude towards me in particular. and towards the officers of this field in general."- Because of the ironic tone of the speech, and because of the low and expensive look From the circumstances of the aforementioned Miss E., I deduced that it was, more than gratitude, of coercion. In any case, I couldn't help but notice E. It was certainly a very beautiful woman, and her clothes, although quite worn, were not They could hide it. He would be around 1.75 tall, with long, well-kept hair. blonde up to the middle of the back (something really unusual, since in times of war hair care was something really secondary), upturned nose, fleshy and blue-green eyes of a very light tone. Her abundant breasts and rounded bodies betrayed her maternity, but her physical shape was excellent (the war also does not lend itself to obesity, although I was not really in the mood some malnourished), with a flat stomach that could be seen under the blouse, and From my position I could only guess her upturned butt. A real beauty, yes sir. -"Well, Miss E., it really is quite hot here inside, I'm sure you must be wanting to get more comfortable." H. continued after a short pause, and before my astonished face the woman began obediently, although always with his eyes lowered, to unbutton his blouse, and a Once he finished doing so, he handed the blouse to the Colonel, who placed it next to his chair. To my surprise, E. was not wearing anything under her worn blouse, so that some beautiful, rounded tits were revealed. The truth, although I was frankly perplexed and somewhat annoyed with the rapid succession of events, I couldn't avoid a lustful look at those two wonders. The nipples, small and pink, stood defiantly before me (despite the In the Colonel's words, the temperature was rather low in the room). So E. began to take it out on his pants, distracting my attention to new goals. After depositing the pants next to the blouse, the Colonel asked her to turn around, and then I confirmed my previous judgment of her ass, since it, upturned and firm looking, was now in sight, so only covered by some simple white blagas. By then I recognize that the feeling of bewilderment was giving way to excitement. -"Well E., you are as attractive as always... Your children should be proud to have a mother like you, so beautiful and always seeking the best for them."- the words, although kind, were uttered in a rather menacing tone "I have no doubt that you will now want show your gratitude to Commander Sabattini, who has just joined the service, and which therefore has not yet had the opportunity to verify it."- Immediately afterwards, and before I could get out of my astonishment, E. advanced towards where I was sitting, and kneeling down, began to unbutton nimbly the buttons on my pants. I could then see his face, a mixture of shame and inexpression. It was certainly not the first time he had been asked to "show your gratitude." Once he had finished with the buttons, it was not difficult too much to take out my cock, semi-erect, from between the folds of my boxers, and Without further delay he began to lick it, from the base to the tip, under the attentive Colonel's look. "I trust that you will work hard E., not I would like the Commander to be disappointed "- and after those words As a warning, E. surrounded my glans with her lips, and began to move her tongue quickly in circles. By then my erection had already reached proportions considerable (I don't think a detailed measurement is necessary, just clarify that I am well proportioned for my 1.85 height) and any feeling of surprise, irritation or confusion was replaced simply by pleasure. I guess it would be a question of motivation, but E. really knew what he was doing. Her tongue ran up and down my cock, stopping at my glans for a while. a few endless seconds, to begin the movement again. Meanwhile, the Colonel and the other officers had resumed the conversation, barely paying attention to me or the busy E., who was already had begun to increase the pace of the blowjob, inserting a part each time biggest of my cock in her mouth when I finished licking it. While the Colonel I remembered an old battle, with my eyes closed I endured the maneuvers of E., who kneeling in front of my chair, and with my entire cock in her mouth, At that moment he gave a frenetic pace to the blowjob. She sucked my cock with gusto, quickly taking it out and putting it in her little mouth, completely, while with A hand was caressing my genitals and he kept moving his tongue rapidly. She really was well trained, boy was she! It had been quite a while since He was with a woman, so it's no wonder he didn't last long in the hands, or rather, in the mouth of such a professional in the matter, so After fifteen or twenty minutes of that great blowjob, I ended up cumming abundantly, and without being able to avoid a moan of satisfaction, in E.'s mouth, without even changing the expression on his face, he just swallowed the jets of semen (I don't let a drop fall) and more calmly, clean consciousness my instrument. But I had not yet recovered from the fantastic orgasm, when E. stood up, to immediately kneel again, this once in front of the Colonel, and begin to unbutton his pants. (to be continued) Comments and suggestions: rafaelsabattini@hotmail.com