’ Sperm jetted violently, splashing my chest and arm. I gasped and bucked my hips as three, four spurts arced skywards. Veronica continued her stead... stroke until my balls were empty and the last drops seeped from the one-eye onto her curled fingers. I lay back, breathing heavily, and Veronica released my cock and ran her fingers feather-light among my spilled seed. ‘I’ll get some tissues to clean up,’ she whispered. ‘No, don’t bother. I’ll have a shower in a minute,’ I said. ‘No,’ she said. Being a Marine for most meant traveling, working out and above all alpha males only. For me all of this was of interest but I didn't work out and I was definitely not an "Alpha Male". Slim in stature I stood all of five foot, six inches weighing in at a whopping 145 pounds. I wasn't much to look at in a uniform but out of one was another story, I could dress with the best and I looked good doing it, that was the best part. It was the middle of summer when I arrived at my first duty station,. He does and first tries the entry with one finger. He has no problem to get in. „Get on your knees, Rita“, he asks me and I do. He tries two fingers and again succeeds easily. Stepping behind me Ole begins to stroke my backdoor with his cock. It feels unexpectedly seductive and exciting. Slowly, so very slowly his strong weapon begins to fill my backhole, one cm, two cm, I wince and he stops. “It’s nothing”, I confirm. Three cm, four cm … My feeling is that the insertion lasts longer than 10. I turn around with a smile on my face to greet a sexy-as-ever looking Dr. Thickman. Shit. ‘Hi, welcome to Studio 9!’ I spout cheerily. Maybe if I pretend I don’t know who he is, he won’t remember me. Wait, do I want him to remember me? ‘Hello, Charlotte. I’ll take an extra-dry cappuccino, please.’ Shit. Shitshitshit. ‘I’ll have that right out to you, sir. Just have a seat wherever you please.’ I hurried back behind the counter to prepare his drink, hoping that it would take long enough for.