MJ's Story

[Brutus 2,206]

MJ's Story

 

When I was nineteen, I joined a group of mercenaries for hire to take down a diplomat, whose name I won't mention, but who was rising in the ranks and shaping up to become the nation's new dictator and continue a reign of terror on our people. In my country there is not much to do and this job was good money that my family needed. The mercs had taken an abandoned farm to use as their base of operations but it was still vulnerable and needed patrolled since they had enemies. There was this one woman there, Grace, Middle-Eastern looking with a French accent. She was a high-ranking enforcer and looked like it, quite intimidating, at about 5'10'' and thick solid body, wearing tight black cargo pants, long sleeve tactical shirt and boots. Her face was gorgeous, with well defined features, a scar on her cheek with a tattoo over it and the most intense eyes. Her black hair was a braided Mohawk that hanged a few inches down her back. I'd never seen a woman anything like her before.

During my initial training, they had me patrolling the perimeter of our base when I decided to wander further out to a secluded shed so I could be alone for a while and think. I was sitting on the ground behind it when I heard footsteps approaching and figured someone had come looking for me to get back on patrol. Right before I stood up I peeked through the window opening above me and saw Grace stepping inside. She leaned her MP5 against the wall and started undoing her belt and then I knew I was about to see something memorable. Her belt buckle made a loud snap when she released it and then she quickly pushed her tight pants down and her tiny black thong flung out from her ass. It was by far the sexiest ass I'd seen, big and so well rounded, the olive skin so smooth and vibrant. She bent forward into a slight squat, still mostly standing and I could see her big meaty labia, fully shaved and then a noisy, violent stream of piss immediately started rushing out and pounding the floor of the shed. A puddle was quickly spreading out and soaking into the rotted wood. It was so strong that I could see splashes wetting some old table next to the opening I was looking through, five feet behind her. And the sound...it was so fucking loud, you could've heard her pissing from thirty yards away.

She squatted a little further and then her stream got stronger and her brown asshole ballooned outward as she was going. I kept staring and probably didn't blink once while watching this beast of a woman taking this massive piss. Just when she seemed to be done, she exhaled, bent over deeper and exploded another hard loud stream that came out of her at a high enough arch to nearly spray me right on the face, barely missing me and splashed the wall inside just inches below me. After a few seconds, Grace was done, grabbed her labia with her bare hand and tugged on them pretty hard to shake the drips off. Then she pulled her thong and pants back up, grabbed her gun and as soon as she hung it around her neck, my foot knocked over a metal bucket next to me and she whipped around, aimed in my direction and yelled to come out. When she saw me, she didn't say anything, lowered her gun and just stared at my erection bulging in my pants for a moment, knowing I'd seen everything. Then she just walked away.

Late that night, Grace made her way to the room I was in and relieved the guy on watch. I was nervous and thought she might get violent or something but she came in, closed the door and said “Did you see something you liked today?” I nodded yes and she looked at me with those killer eyes, took her MP5 off again and laid it on the floor. I was still confused until she reached down and started taking her boots off. Her feet were so pretty, then she released her belt again, lowering her pants. My heart was beating into my ears as she approached with her captivating bottom half naked, pushed me down and climbed onto me. I could smell her sweat and pussy as she unzipped my pants and shoved my cock deep inside of her, and it was so wet and warm, tight as a vice. She covered my mouth and started fucking me hard and fast, the bed was creaking loudly and I was almost dizzy with excitement as the weight of her large fit body slammed into me like a piston. She was so wet I heard her juices sloshing with each thrust. As little stamina I had, she managed to come a few seconds before me, her eyes rolled back and I saw the veins in her neck as her body shook with an orgasm. Then I came in her and she kept grinding so hard I almost passed out. Damn she was strong.

After, we were laying still. Grace was still on top of me, and we were breathing like Olympians after a quarter mile sprint. Her sweat dripped on my face as she ran her long tongue along my cheek. I could feel her heart beating as hard as mine. She climbed off and walked over to the corner of the room, making sure I was watching. Then she spread out in a wider stance, leaned her hips forward a bit and pissed a hard golden gush all over an old open toy chest. Her stream soaked into the stuffed animals and splashed up along the wall, until she pulled up on her pussy and arched it to spray the wardrobe cabinet next to the chest. I was smiling like a little kid watching this magnificent female specimen be her nasty, liberated self. Grace finished, slapped her pussy, put her clothes back on and grabbed her gun. She looked at me with those eyes and said, “Say one word to anyone, I'll fucking kill you.” And that was the only time we shared each other. My cock and pelvis were sore the next day from her pounding. She was soon promoted to lieutenant and was always busy heading operations after that. I'm no longer with that group but what a beautiful night that was. Ahh, my Gracie...

Edited August 6, 2019 by Brutus

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Thank you Brutus

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Great story, Brutus! Thanks!

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