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

Stories of a Post Apocalyptic World: Part 7

... she could think about was how turned on she was by witnessing the prostitutes pleasuring her fellow soldiers. She carried on reliving the moment as her teeth bit her lower lip and without hesitation she returned to the brothel. She stood near the door watching the black woman from before work her way onto another client. Cum seeped from her pussy and onto the floor as she started to suck him off. Cheryl’s twat was soaked as she watched the cock disappear into the woman’s throat. “Captain?” The guard from earlier questioned as he entered. “What are you doing?” “I was just checking out the place,” Cheryl cleared her throat. “I’m going to see the Commander now.” The guard didn’t seem too convinced as he noticed the crack in the curtains. Cheryl hurried outside and towards the offices. The fresh evening air brushed against her blushing cheeks and the moon began to peak over the watch towers. Floodlights started to douse the outpost in light as the sun disappeared from sight. Once again, she cleared her throat and straightened herself up before knocking on the Colonel’s door. “Come in,” A gravelly voice yelled. Cheryl opened the door and set her eyes on a middle aged man. His short black hair started to grey slightly around the sides and his pale blue eyes were almost identical to hers. He was nothing like she was expecting. She was expecting an old man who could barely stand but Colonel Smith seemed to be quite the opposite, middle aged and very athletic for his age. “Ahh ...

... Captain Grimshaw, I was wondering when I’d be meeting you,” he said. “I was just looking around the area sir,” she responded. “I know, I saw you were taking an interest in the whore house.” He laughed. “We have cameras around the area, just to keep a lid on things.” “I-I was curious sir,” Cheryl stumbled. “I’m not judging you Ms. Grimshaw,” he reassured. “I myself have been in there a few times.” Cheryl seemed shocked at first but then began to remember the reason she was here. She closed the door and moved towards Commander Smith’s desk. “We have enemies moving in on Thamesby sir,” she started. “If we don’t act quickly, they will have it by the end of the week.” “My word, pretty and a mind for war.” Smith responded as he stood up. “Tell me; whilst you were in the whore house, did you like what you saw?” “Sir?” Cheryl questioned. “Don’t be shy,” he laughed again. “What did you like?” “I saw a black woman riding and sucking cock whilst cum leaked from her.” Cheryl said reluctantly. “And? You liked it?” Smith said as he came face to face with her. Cheryl remained quiet as her cheeks began to blush again. “Lacey is an amazing girl, she has that effect on everyone. We found her at a brothel in Old Croydon and decided to offer her twice as much money here.” He said. Smith moved towards the door, chuckling slightly as he locked it. He then moved behind Cheryl and begun to release her armour from her body. Cheryl gasped slightly as the big, clunky armour dropped from her body and onto the ...