Stories of a Post Apocalyptic World: Part 7 - Sex Stories

Stories of a Post Apocalyptic World: Part 7

Ever since Cheryl began to walk, she had wanted to become a soldier. Throughout her childhood, the other girls her age treated her differently as she would roll around in the dirt and hold a stick as if it was a firearm instead of playing with dolls and talking about makeup. As she blossomed into a young woman, the dream began to become a reality as she enrolled in training for the local militia. Many of the men there couldn’t believe their eyes when a stunning blonde woman, with the clearest blue eyes and perfect hourglass figure joined them at the firing range for the first time. After a while the novelty wore off and at the age of twenty-one Cheryl became a fierce frontline warrior. *** The bells rang around the compound as a squad of elite soldiers approached the gates. A few of the guards readied their weapons as slowly, the cogs begun to turn and the metal gateway opened. The guards slowly approached the leader of the group. “Name and business?” One of the guards asked. “Captain Cheryl Grimshaw,” she responded as she removed her helmet. “I’m here to see Commander Smith.” “Yes ma’am,” he said as they all stood firmly at attention. Cheryl walked into the compound, followed closely by her squad and the guards. As the gates began to close behind them, she started to look around at the makeshift city. For an outpost, they had worked hard to create a suitable environment. It had everything, a bar, living quarters and even a brothel for the soldiers to try their luck. Dead ...

... in the middle of the compound was the most spectacular sight, a re-imagined Big Ben tower with former remnants of the old Big Ben. Cheryl was speechless as she gazed at the clock face. “The Commander’s office is just to the right, Captain,” the head guard said as he started to show the rest of the soldiers where they were staying. She stared at the clock for a few more moments before taking a better look around. Intrigued by the brothel, she approached there first. As the door swung open, she immediately saw through the curtains of the booth opposite. She couldn’t help but stare as a small black woman straddled a big white cock. For a few minutes she just watched and listened to the sex happening all around her. Each passing moment began to make her feel more and more aroused. She watched as the prostitute went down the pulsating cock one last time before she made her exit. The next stop was the bar. She walked up the rusted, metal steps and into the old trailer which now accommodated a long wooden surface with some red velvet covered stools. It was incredible to see how much liquor this bar had considering it was a military outpost. Bottles of gin, whiskey, vodka, brandy seemed to be the most common on the back. She then looked at the lost souls that were drinking themselves to death as well as the one soldier who was passed out in the corner. With the faint stench of old vomit beginning to enter her nostrils she left the bar. She wanted to see more of the settlement but all ...