Thank You For Your Service, Chapter 3

Thank You For Your Service 

Chapter 3

by Noopster.

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading.

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Selena left just as the nurse was about to come in. Fearing that the lady might catch the scent of sex in the room, or that Mario would turn out to be every bit as indiscreet as Norm, she walked fast and tried to put as much distance as possible between her and the room where she’d just done the single most wreckless act of her young life. But soon after turning the first corner, she realized she had no idea where she was going. All the hallways looked the same, and none of the names on the doors were familiar. ‘Where the hell is the main lobby?’ the flushed singer kept thinking while her heart beat like a jackhammer in her chest. She leaned against the wall and wiped the sweat from her forehead, trying to process what had just happened. Her entire body felt hot to the touch. 'Do I have a fever?' She asked herself, before realizing just how silly that was. She was just extremely horny, hornier than she had ever been in her short life. She could feel Mario's cum, still warm and all over her underwear, her wet pussy becoming more smeared with each step. "Oh my God," she sighed, feeling like Mario's cock was still between her legs every time she closed her eyes. 'It wasn't supposed to go that far, I just wanted to cheer him up a little, but when I got in bed with him... Oh God, I wish Justin was here right now.'

Her hands were shaking as she pulled her phone out and tried to call her boyfriend. No answer. "There you are!" she heard Hings saying from the end of the hall. Suddenly she felt so scared, not of the Lieutenant, but of herself around him. Maybe it was the uniform, or the fact that everyone at the Hospital seemed to have a heroic story to tell about him, maybe it was because he reminded her of her Step-Dad Brian, or maybe it was that she'd always felt strangely attracted to older men, but whatever it was, that man had a way of stirring thoughts and desires within her she could not control. Deep down the Disney starlet knew that if he got to her again she'd end up doing something else she would later regret. 'Please, Justin, where the hell are you?', she pleaded as she pressed the call button again, putting all of her faith on the certainty that if she could only listen to her dear boyfriend’s voice, that would be enough to keep herself in control and to find the strength to walk away without shaming herself any further. But the phone kept ringing without an answer, and Hings was just a few steps away when she heard him say, "Great job in there."  

Justin had not picked up the call. She was alone. Alone and completely defenseless now that the Lieutenant had caught up to her. "That was a good thing you did for Ramirez."

"Yeah, um... I'm glad I could help," she replied, fanning her flushed face with her hand as the Lieutenant began to casually caress her arm.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just..." She was unable to finish her sentence. How could she possibly express what she was feeling? That there was something building inside of her, a craving for him, a thirst that was out of control. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but most of all she wanted it to be over, one way or another.

"Oh, I see," he grinned, pressing himself against her just like before and stroking her reddened cheek, "You're probably feeling a little... unsatisfied, huh?"

"What? No! I just--" He pushed her against the wall, grabbing her right breast with one hand and squeezing her tight little butt with the other. There was no more pretending on his part, Hings had her squirming in his hands with all the confidence and familiarity of an old lover, and she could do nothing but bite her lip to keep herself from moaning.

"I could help you with that, but there's still more men I need you to cheer up."

"I can't," she said, her slender figure sandwiched between him and the wall, trying to push him away without really trying. "I have another appearance, my assistant will be looking for me and--"

"Cancel it," he demanded, pinching her right nipple between his middle and ring finger, his left hand squeezing itself in between her tight pants and her ass.

"But I--" His hand moved from her breast to her mouth, silencing her with a finger on her lips before it started moving down, towards the front of her pants. "I can see that you want to."

"Please stop, we can't..."  she said unconvincingly, staring at the end of the hall while the lieutenant's hands, rough from years of service, traced a burning path down her quivering abdomen and over the smooth denim of her skinny jeans. "I'm a lot older than you," he continued, shamelessly unbuttoning her pants while completely ignoring her weak pleading, "I've seen my fair share of things and I've learned a few things. I know you like to think you're special, but I’ve known girls like you my whole life, girls who pretend to be so pure and wholesome, are almost always the biggest sluts behind closed doors."

"I'm not a slut", she argued, even as he began to pull her pants down with no resistance but that of the tight fabric clinging to her beautiful thighs.

"Oh yes you are. I bet I could fuck you right here and now in this hallway if I wanted to."He tugged down hard, finally pushing the skinny jeans down to her knees.

"Please, Lieutenant, someone could see us..."

"Lieutenant?" He chuckled, squatting so that he was eye level with her pink boyshorts. "So formal..." He grabbed the edges of her underwear and she tried to stop him, but all it took was one little push and her resistance ended easily. "I feel like at this point we should be on a first-name basis, don't you?" Hings laughed, and as he started to roll the girl's tight boy shorts down, the gooey mess of Mario's cum smeared all over her cute, reddened cunt lips made him grin as he finished pulling the dirty garment down to her knees. Selena's face turned bright red, her heart beating like crazy as the bald soldier stared at her dirty little pussy, teasing the inside of her thighs with his calloused fingers. "Look at this creamy mess," he said, spreading her cum-smeared labia with two fingers, his mouth so close to the pop star's wet opening that his warm breath had her shivering against the wall. "What would your dear boyfriend think about this, huh?"

Tipping back her head, Selena allowed herself to be overtaken by sensation as his fingers explored her most intimate depths. Her breath hitched when he grazed that tender spot inside, sending waves of pleasure pulsating through her. Hings kept her pussy lips apart with his right hand and used the fingers on his left to press on the little hood covering her clit. "Please, Lieutenant..." she moaned, her back pressed to the wall and her hips pushed forward. "Call me Steve," he said, playing with the young girl's clit, lightly teasing it in little circles until he heard her saying the magic words, "Please... not here."

Hings couldn't help but laugh as he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her as he would've done with a fallen comrade, smiling from ear to ear and playfully tapping on her bare ass cheeks as he carried the hot Disney star on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "What the hell? Put me down, someone might--"

"Shhh," the army man calmly shushed her, "We're almost there." 

Selena did not say a word when he put her down inside another office, much like the one she had shared with Norm. And when he closed the door and locked it, she still said nothing. Instead, she looked down at herself, her pants and underwear around her knees, her cum-smeared pussy glistening with arousal, her legs shaking as the Lieutenant turned to her with hungry eyes. 

"Much better," he said, gently pushing her back until her bottom hit the desk behind her. "Now that we have a little bit of privacy..."

"No, please, I can't," she said sheepishly as he caressed the outside of her left thigh. "I'm young enough to be your daughter."

"I only have sons, " he chuckled before gently picking her up and setting her little butt on top of the smooth, brown desk, sending family portraits of its owner falling left and right as he helped her right leg out of her pants. Selena bit her lip and looked away as he continued with the left leg, his touch firm yet strangely gentle. Soon, she was there, bare from the waist down except for the black heels still strapped to her ankles. Her knees were pressed together, shielding her most intimate area from his gaze. But Hings was not a man easily deterred. "Now," he said, his voice soft yet commanding. "Spread your legs for me." His hands trailed down her thighs as he spoke, causing goosebumps to break out on her skin despite the warmth of the room. Selena looked straight into Hings' steely eyes, the conflict in her gaze was palpable. "I... I can't," she barely managed to whisper, her voice trembling even as her body longed for his touch. She tried to resist, tried to keep her legs together, but all it took was a gentle push from him and they fell open, revealing the glistening treasure between her thighs, the cum-coated pink hole now in full display for the soldier's viewing pleasure. "You may be young but this a woman's body," Hings said as his gaze settled on the exposed area, drinking in the sight of her arousal. He could see the way she trembled, feel the warmth radiating off her glistening little pussy, dripping with juice, like a ripe fruit ready to be savored.

His hand moved towards her, slowly, ever so slowly as if giving her time to change her mind, to protest, but Selena didn't. Instead, she looked on in anticipation, biting her bottom lip as she waited for what comes next. "Beautiful," Hings murmured, his voice heavy with desire and admiration. His hand moved down between her legs and his middle finger moved lightly across her wet little slit, barely touching her, just enough to make her sigh with desire. Selena suddenly thought of Justin and her mom, they could never know about today. And they could never know about this. "No, I think I should--"

"I thought we had settled this before, girl. You're not here to think about anything, you're just eye candy." His fingers found her entrance and began to gently probe at first, then delve into her tightness, feeling out every inch of her juice-drenched tunnel. He didn't bother with asking for permission or being gentle about it, his fingers sliding in and out of the teen sensation with skillful ease that made Selena's breath hitch.

"I told you I'm not a slut, I'm just trying to make people feel better," she said, her voice shaking, her eyes closed as he continued to tease her with his finger.

"A singer with a sweet, hungry little mouth, from what Norm told me," Hings said, lightly pressing his left thumb on her bottom lip. Selena said nothing back, just suckled on his finger as he continued, "You know, I did three tours over there. I suffered too, I saw people die too. Why am I not worthy of you, just because I didn't get injured?"

He had her there. Despite everything, he was still a hero. "I'm sorry, I wish I could. I wish I could help everyone but I can't just--"

 "I think you can," he cut in, grabbing her by the waist, "Girls like you, all they need is a little... push!" 

Selena sighed loudly and her body shook as he plunged a finger into her cunt. "Look at you, look at how wet you are," he said, leaning close to her ear, his finger coming out to play with the remnants of Ramirez's semen still smeared all over her lips. "You little whore, you're loving this, aren't you?"

Glancing down, Selena watched as his finger disappeared inside of her again. Hings' lips grazed her neck and she sighed again, her hips moving towards his wrist.  "I... I really have to go. I have a meeting with my record label and then a meet and greet thing with my fans. I can't just-- my assistant must be looking for me."

"I'm sure they'll wait for you. You're a big star after all. Just tell them the truth, that you were getting fucked by an older guy, they will understand." Selena was about to say something when he pushed two fingers in, not only interrupting her retort but causing it to turn into a complying moan instead.

"What do you think your job is, honey?" Hings began to say while his digits curled and moved inside, driving her crazy. Her legs trembled and shook as he worked his magic, parting them wider to grant him better access

"I'm... a singer," the brunette replied, looking down at his hand, now coated with her juices and the last drops of Ramirez's cum. 

"No, that's what you do, but what is your job?" He said, lifting her shirt up with his free hand. Selena struggled to understand the question as he started to fondle her breasts, her nipples stiffening between her fingers while the cool wetness of his mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck almost broke her.

His eyes were fixed on her face, waiting for an answer. 

"Um, I'm an..." Selena struggled to answer, her fingers clenched around the edge of the desk as he pulled his finger out, only to push two inside of her this time, "...an entertainer?"

"Wrong again," Hings chuckled as he buried those two fingers deep into her cunt, delighting in her shocked her reaction and the cute little whimper that came out of her. "Yes, you entertain people, but your job is making people happy, isn't it?" He pulled his fingers out and began to massage all of her pussy with his wet hand. Selena was lost in a cloud of lust, barely able to keep up with what he was saying, much less articulate an answer. "But these men... my men," Hings continued, his left hand pushing Selena back until she was lying on the desk. "They're too damaged to be helped by conventional methods. You can't just sing a song to them or shake that pretty ass of yours and think you've helped, because you haven't. But they still deserve to be happy, don't they?"

"I... yes, but I can't do it, this is already too much, I never thought-- oh my God..." She moaned, staring at the white ceiling, too afraid to look down and corroborate that what she was feeling entering her pussy was indeed Hings's cock.

"Are you really going to lie to me while I have my dick inside of you?" Aided by her wetness and Ramirez's cum, Hings cock slipped inside her cunt like a hot knife cutting through butter.

"Oh God” the sexy brunette gasped, “Stop, I--  We can't do this, I don't even know you!"

"Stop me then," he said, leaning down to caress her right cheek as his cock slowly slipped further in, "Push me away, I won't fight you. Show me you don't want me to fuck you right here and now like the slut you are." Her hand was shaking as it landed on his stomach. He looked into her eyes and waited for it to move. When it didn't, he pushed his cock all the way in. "I can feel how wet you are, girl. I can feel your cunt welcoming me," he groaned as he began to slowly thrust into her.

Selena let out a short moan as she finally gathered the courage to look down and see the older man's cock going in and out of her. It was thicker, hairier, veinier than Justin's, but even more than that, it was something she’d never ever had before. It was a grown man’s cock.

"Please..." she begged, "Be gentle. I haven't-- you're bigger than... him."

"Am I now?" Hings grinned, pulling back slowly before driving his cock all the way in again, "Am I your second?" 

"Oh my God..." Selena whimpered, her legs squeezing him tight around the waist.

His right hand squeezed her left breast hard through the t-shirt while the other roamed over her pussy, "Don't lie to me," he insisted as his left thumb began to play with her clit.

"No..." she said, looking away in shame as he began to move in and out of her with a little more speed. After everything she had gone through, her young body was more than primed and prepared for him. Her mind was lost in a daze of lust and every thrust and bump seemed to sink her deeper into it. He could've asked her literally anything in that moment and she would've moaned the truth. "You're my... third," she confessed

Hings plunged all the way in and paused deep inside her to laugh. "Ha! So you've cheated on him before, huh." Selena couldn't look him in the eyes, her dark hair strewn over the desk, her perfectly perky young tits pointing at the ceiling with hardened nipples. Instead she looked down to where his flesh and hers became one, her tits rising and falling along with her heaving chest while her eyes silently pleaded for him to keep going. 

"You little whore..." Hings smiled as he slid his arms under Selena's back, lifting her slightly off the table for a deeper penetration. Selena's eyes fluttered closed as she clung to him with all that was left within her, her fingers tightening around his shoulders. She lost all semblance of time and place as he took control of her young body, delivering one powerful thrust after another. His breath was difficult and ragged against her ear, each exhale a mix of primal satisfaction and pure exhilaration. "He cheats on me too, he--OH MY GOD!" she gasped as Hings's hips began to move with a newfound vigor, each thrust producing a delicious collision of skin on skin that echoed around the room. Selena’s eyes widened as she felt the sudden increase in his rhythm, her breath hitching as he invaded her over and over again. He was relentless, leaving no room for recovery or respite. "Ooowww..." Selena moaned in his ear. She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming as the Lieutenant grabbed her breast with his right hand and kneaded her ass cheek with the left, middle finger stimulating her asshole. The young popstar had never been fucked like that by anyone. Not by Justin, and not by Justin's best friend, whom she had slept with in retaliation for Justin's repeated infidelities.

Hings was strong, so strong, every thrust reverberated throughout her whole body. His fingers clenched felt like vises clenched around her waist, steadying her after every crash of his body into hers, keeping her in place while the rock hard cock plunged deep inside, making her squeal with shameful delight. 

"How much are you enjoying this, huh?" he asked in a low voice, leaning over and burying himself inside her completely. Selena let out a powerful sigh as his hands, so much larger than hers, closed around her bare breasts and squeezed, “You don’t think anyone noticed the way you were looking at those soldiers? I did, you were thirsty for a real man’s cock since the moment you walked in.”

The slender starlet gasped as he pulled out and backed away, giving her only a moment’s respite before he turned her over with ease so that she was face down, her stomach on the hard wood now. “This is exactly what you wanted,” he said, running his hand from the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades, pushing her down as his other hand lifted her right leg onto the desk. “You got your wish.”

Selena cried out in pleasure as he slid his big cock into her again and in a matter of seconds he had her holding on to the desk for dear life, grunting through gritted teeth as she looked back to the veteran she’d met just a few hours ago. "Y-yes! It's what I... OH... wanted!" Selena cried out, her voice breaking from the intensity of pleasure, her eyes reddening as tears welled up. Hings grunted in response, his hand slapping against her firm ass, coiling around her waist, pulling her back to meet each and every thrust. There was something profoundly animalistic in the way Hings fucked her, in the way he treated her like a conquest rather than a woman. His rhythm was unyielding, his strength overpowering. This was carnal; it was purely sexual, satisfying an itch that had been irking for too long.

The wood of the desk dug into her stomach, each thrust pressing her painfully against the hard surface but that pain was lost in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. Hings was all over her, his muscular body covering hers, his rough hands exploring every inch of her luscious body. He whispered in her ear, their sweat mingling as his words spun a web of tantalizing promises, "You're all mine right now... you know that, right? All mine."

The lieutenant never stopped talking, even if Selena’s was only half-listening, she was too lost in the throes of guilt-ridden lust to focus on anything else than the thick prick being rammed into her, but she could still make out phrases like “little whore” or “you’re made for this” that only kept making her more willing and wetter. “This is why you wear those skimpy outfits, this is why you’re always showing off your tits and ass, you’re not a singer, you’re not an artist, you’re a fantasy, you’re an expensive fucktoy!” He was shouting now, pulling her body towards him by nothing but her shiny dark hair and Selena could do nothing but moan and meet his thrusts with her own, the thrill and the shame and the pleasure welling up inside of her until they had nowhere to go but out. “OH MY GOOOOOODDD!!!” she cried out, her body shaking as he kept her pressed to him, her walls clenching around him as he whispered in her ear, “I’m cumming inside you, girl, oh yeah, I’m filling you up real nice.”

She felt him softening and a warmness inside that was weirdly comforting and extremely satisfying. Then, he released her hair and she slumped over the desk again, catching her breath while he put both hands on her backside and spread her ass cheeks with his big wet dick resting on top of the right one.

“Look at this,” he panted, his voice full of earnest appreciation as he spread the young pop star's ass cheeks a little more, “Now this is a memory to conjure up on those long, sleepless nights.” His thumb brushed across the tighter hole above those pink folds of her teen pussy, dripping with his cum, and sent yet another shiver down her spine.

“Oooooowwwwwwww…” Selena moaned softly, still in a deluge of pleasure.

The lieutenant gave her a quick spank on the right cheek.“You’re a good girl, Selena. You did a lot of good today.” His tone had changed, it was friendlier now, the way he’d been talking to her in public. “This is my phone number, give me a call when you want to help these men heal again.” She heard him zipping up, but she dared not look, the reality of what had just happened was beginning to set in and she was too ashamed to say anything. When she heard him say, “I’ll see you back at the dining area,” and close the door, she was relieved.   

‘Oh my God… what the fuck did I just do?!’

Her phone was vibrating when she bent down to pick up her pants, she had no intention of taking anyone’s call but as she pulled it out of the tight pocket her finger inadvertently brushed against the screen and she heard her boyfriend’s voice calling her name.

“Hey? Selena? You there? Hey, can you hear me?”

She panicked. The last thing she wanted to do right now was talk to him, but she’d been calling him a lot, he had to have seen the unusually high number of missed calls and he’d be worried, and now she had just picked up the call and she wasn’t answering. There was no way to get out of it but talk to him so she put the phone to her ear with one hand while still trying to pull up her skinny jeans with the other.  

“Uh, hey, Justin, yeah I can hear you,” she said, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder so she could use both hands.

“Hey, is everything okay? I have like 10 missed calls from you.”

Selena looked at the crotch of her panties and the accusatory damp spot floating between her still trembling thighs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You sound agitated.”

“Yeah, no, I’m---” A small droplet of cum landed on her underwear and brought the full realization of what had just happened crashing down on her like a bomb. 

“Hey, did I lose you?”

She slipped the tip of her finger between her pussy lips, and it came out completely coated with Hings’ semen. “Uh, no, no… I’m still here. Listen, I’m sorry I called so much, I just needed to uh… hear your voice.”

“Aww, baby, I also--”

“I gotta go now, okay? I’ll talk to you later.”

There was a knock on the door just as she finished buttoning up.

“Selena, are you here?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just needed to make a call in private,” said the singer, trying to fix the mess of her hair in a hurry.

“Oh, okay. Well, it’s pretty late, but I think there’s still time for you to say goodbye to everyone before we--”

“No,” Selena interrupted as she came out the door all flushed and sweaty, her heart beating fast and her thoughts blurry with lust and confusion, “let’s just go now.”

“Are you sure? Because I remember you said--”

“I’m not feeling well, let’s just go.”

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To Be Continued...