Episode 346: STORMTROOPERS

What a morning! The rainstorm had doubled its momentum over the course of the night. In all honesty it would have been a glorious day to play hooky. For some perhaps but not the gung-ho principal of Horton-Dexter High School. A military man like Carl Manley was up and raring to go before any rooster considered crowing. Not so much to work mind you, the stress behind his job dealing with Watchtower often made him want to bail. The problem was there were too many people that depended on him to keep peace. No! Dedication would keep him on his toes.

For now, at 5:30 AM those toes wore running shoes. Standing in his kitchen drinking coffee while looking out at his yard he saw how muddy things were beneath the razor wire garden he erected to train a certain caregiver slave how to be tough. Today would be perfect for a messy boot camp detail but Carl opted to wait.

Thunder rolled even if lightning was minimal. Hearing a bugle go off down in his basement he knew his follower was rubbing her eyes and her thighs in preparation for their morning jog. He gave Nadine Moss credit she was fast on her feet in scurrying upstairs. The door opening she spotted Carl and immediately dropped to his feet and leaned over to kiss his tennis shoes good morning. “Why are you wearing one of my button-down Army shirts instead of the t-shirts I gave you?”

“I was cold and these are long sleeve. Mistress gave me permission. I like keeping you close to me for warmth, Sir. I will remove it.”

“Leave it unbuttoned and tie it up into a bow beneath your breasts then get your shoes on. Bare bottom running. No backpack today, let’s just get the circulation pumping.”

“As you wish, Sir.” She tied her shirt, rather Carl’s shirt, up into a tight bow directly beneath her large breasts. Nipples quite awake thanks to the chill of a concrete room saluted the bugle as much as her commanding officer. Once tied she rose up and turned to shuffle toward the front door where she kept her shoes in a small shelving unit the Manley’s had close for all of their footwear. On and ready to roll she awaited Carl to rinse out his coffee cup and join her. She did open the front door to see the downpour. Chilled before, she knew she was going to be shivering for the next hour.

“Front yard! Ten pushups, ten sit ups. MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!”

As he yelled directly into her face she squealed and ran directly out into the middle of the front yard. Dropping into the grass she began her pushups. At number five Carl stood over her and placed his wet sole atop her head and shoved her face into the mud. Regardless the rest of her body rose up to fulfill the ten. Completed, Carl removed his weight and allowed her to roll over, her naked lower half glistening in the rain. Even with traffic driving by Carl didn’t seem to stress. With Watchtower controlling the cops in the city it was a safe bet he could get away with this and worse.

Circling her just as she began her sit ups, he straddled her hips so that each time her upper body rose her messy face would make contact with his running shorts. She nuzzled his erection every time for the count of five then he stepped back. Before her sixth sit up he planted his boot directly over her pussy forcing her knees to widen making the sit ups slightly more difficult. At ten Carl took his foot back and bent down to snatch her up by her wet hair. Ruthless he pulled her to her feet and spun her body around. A deafening slap to her ass sent her running down the sidewalk. “You know the routine. MOVE!”

Ahead of him he kept a good twelve feet from her heels. Watching her ass shaking was a beautiful thing. Evidently a few cars going by agreed with him, honking and waving with a friendly approach. A four-block jaunt before turning they made their way down the street that Carl’s son Jesse’s new home was located on. Noting his car missing Carl had a hunch his son was camping out there, even if those papers were freshly inked.

What shocked him more than anything was in seeing the Jeep Wrangler belonging to his old slave Twyla Parris parked out front on the street. “Looks like my boy is making demands already. Good man!” His thoughts spoke! “I wonder if he’s up yet. If Tawny is still with him, she has school.”

As Nadine reached Jesse’s sidewalk Carl barked! “COMPANY HALT!” On a dime she stopped and dropped to her knees. Catching up he patted her on the head and looked first for any activity out of Jesse. Instead, what he got was his old friend Xander Vines opening the front door to Jesse’s home. Stepping out holding his wife’s nightie he greeted Carl with a wave. “Wrong house!”

“Morning Sarge! Yeah, I made my wife get up early. I knew with it raining she would skip her run, so I made her walk over to her second home and rile your boy. I was pretty positive that this storm wouldn’t stop you.”

“Why are you holding a night gown?”

“I didn’t let her get dressed.” The man grinned! “Morning Nadine.”

“Hello, Sir!”

“So instead of running, Jackie is jumping in bed with my boy?”

“Nope! Jesse and his new blondie are gearing up to run with you. I didn’t have to suggest it.”

“Gotcha!”

“I need to go change and get my ass to work. Keep my wife busy Sarge.”

“That’s Jesse’s job I hear. I’m glad you keep an open mind.”

“I love Jaclyn. Whatever makes her happy, makes me happy. Let’s grab that beer tomorrow night. Bring your Cadet there.”

“I won’t leave Margaret by herself. Nadine stays behind.”

“Understood! VFW at 7:00?”

“I’ll make a point of it.” A salute between them former Army Lieutenant Xander Vines hobbled home. Just in time to see him rounding their privacy fence Jackie walked back out butt naked and blushing. Behind her was an equally naked Corporal Twyla Parris. In her case Jesse had utilized a drapery cord to fashion as a leash. It was tied to Twyla’s collar. “Jesse is really putting his best foot forward with Parris. Nice! I’m proud of you boy.”

Seeing his father, it was Jesse’s turn to salute the drenched commander. Leading Twyla down the front steps Jesse hauled her directly in front of Nadine. “Knees in the mud.” Kneeling without resistance Twyla knelt on the lawn in the downpour. Nadine still on her knees refused to look anyone in the eye.

“Greet your new sister.” Leaning forward Twyla placed her forehead only up against Nadine’s. Shivering Nadine smiled at the unspoken communion. “I said greet your sister.” Twyla’s turn to smile. Without touching Nadine with her hand, she used her chin to lift Nadine’s lowered head. Lip level Twyla kissed Nadine. The kiss was met with hesitance.

“WET KISS CADET!” Carl added! Oh, it was on! Even in the pouring rain the steam was rising as their kiss became a French swelter. Both began moaning and accepting the hints of passion shared. “Much better. Where’s the Ginger from hell?”

“I ordered her to sleep a little longer before I run her home to change for school. We better get this Swingin’ in the Rain recital started.”

“After you, Gene Kelly.” Jesse really only knew the song. His mother played it in his childhood when it rained outside. Singin’ in the Rain that is. Kissing put to a stop by both men they pried the ladies apart by their hair. The more Jesse invoked his authority over Twyla the more Carl was convinced he could keep Parris. Like father, like son! Parris did not even look at her former master. Her focus was now on the younger Manley Man. Smart whore!

“Move your ass, Vines. Don’t make me bend you over and let your ole man beat your ass with his walking cane.” Jesse was on a roll. While Jackie Vines was not technically any slave, she did love being bossed around by the right authority figure. She trembled at his command as much as the cool rain on her bare flesh. Let the girl streakers lead the way. Father and son simply enjoyed their shaking asses. Jesse let the curtain cord go, Twyla was on her own.

“How am I doing Pop?”

“If you have to ask, you’re not the man for the job.”

“Hey! I’m still learning. So, you’re saying shut up, make my own decisions and stick to them.”

“Learn by experience, build your confidence, and show no mercy.”

“I can’t believe how easily Twyla follows my lead. Are you sure she’s not just doing this to impress you?” Carl reached over and slapped his son on the back of the head.

“Give her some credit. She asked my permission to serve you. That alone severs the curtain cord. Nice touch by the way.”

“I thought so. My belt would have been a short leash.”

“Has its uses but you’re right, not as a dog leash. Invest in a few items to make life easier.”

“Yeah, I hear there’s a place uptown called Right Turn Clyde’s. They cover everything BDSM and sex in general, I guess. I might check it out Saturday when I go get the art supplies for mom. It’s great that Nadine is inspiring mom to paint again.”

“Agreed! Anything that cheers your mother up, I support.”

Their run was met with more than a few morning cars, each honking and waving. Moreso at the ladies but the Manley boys did salute back. After six blocks of housing division behind them they circled back ending at Carl’s home first. Parting ways Carl ordered Nadine to do ten more sit-ups and ten more pushups before coming indoors to prepare breakfast. To his shock Margaret was up waiting at the front door to hand them towels.

Both Nadine and Margaret made the point of sharing in drying the master. Hot coffee ended their chill. Wet clothing removed Oddly enough Carl made Nadine do twenty more sit-ups while lying on the dinner table as he ate his breakfast. First his bowl of Grape Nuts, then the cadet. Margaret found it amusing as she caressed Nadine on the cheek. It was a wonderful life.

Jesse, Twyla, and Jackie paced one another back to the new house. Standing on the front porch was the darling redhead Tawny Martin, dressed and ready to go. The sole towel they had to use last night was offered to Twyla over Jesse. Jesse leaving Twyla with Tawny escorted Jackie back to her home and kissed her goodbye. “Final paperwork today. The check should seal the deal on the new house.”

“All ready when you drop by. I will beg of you to not ask much of me in front of my co-workers. I need my career, Jesse.”

“I get it. It doesn’t mean, I’ll behave.” He winked then pinned her against her storm door and kissed her with passion. As they made out her husband Dexter opened the inside door and found his wife’s ass cheeks pressed against the glass. Grinning over her incapacitation he cast Jesse a thumbs up. Eying him Jesse went for broke, his kisses leaving her lips to patrol her throat, shoulder then down to gorge on her nipples. She was in complete and utter ecstasy over the young man’s intentions. With no jealousy whatsoever Dexter simply observed her behavior. Once Jesse knelt down and began licking her clit she was scratching at the door frame, body shaking.

Inspiration striking Dexter found the energy to crouch down and lift the lower portion of the storm door and its screen. Her bare ass available to him Dexter joined Jesse by eating his wife’s butt pucker. Oh, was momma screaming! A quick orgasm later Jesse abandoned Jackie and Dexter without so much as a goodbye. Consumed by chaotic tremors Jackie slid down the door and eventually crawled through the storm door with Dexter’s assist. “GOD, I LOVE YOU!” He made her air dry on the door mat. Big Daddy Dex had to get to work.

Jesse returned to his own front porch and found Twyla and Tawny. Stepping up expecting the towel in Tawny’s hands the sneaky redhead tossed it out into the yard. With a giggle both she and Twyla took the time to lick his body dry of raindrops. His running trunks drawn down by a union of fingernails, the ladies shared in sucking him off to a nice morning nut. Nodding over the unexpected efforts Jesse palmed Tawny’s face and nudged her aside. Taking Twyla to the deck he fucked the woman right in front of Tawny to a deafening second detonation. Once done Jesse stood up, placed his tennis shoe over Twyla’s cunt and sneered at her.

“S-O-L-E mate!” He made it perfectly clear as he held the curtain cord taut. “Boots on the ground.”

“Yes, Master!”

Stepping off of her he turned and walked Tawny to the wall and choked her. “S-O-U-L mate!” He then kissed her warmly. “Unless you fuck it up.” He released her and went inside the house. A second later Jesse returned to toss Twyla her clothing from the night before. “Go home and start your day. I’ll be in touch.”

“Sir! Yes, Sir!” She saluted and quickly got dressed.

“You?” He tossed Tawny his car keys. “Go start the car and wait until I get dressed.”

“Eeeek! This is so much fun.”

Twyla agreed with her new roommate. Jesse Manley was off to a very good start. Masterful he was! Twyla kissed Tawny goodbye and ran to her Jeep. Still wearing her leash, the 38-year-old blonde bombshell was gone in sixty seconds! Tawny sat in the car giddy over her new lifestyle. “Home sweet home!” More HOme sweet HOme!

Across town at Lucius-Bodie Apartments!

“It’s raining cats and Cora’s.”

Tony Gunther got up early to take his dog Cora out for her morning constitutional. Standing in only scissor cut sweatpants and tennis shoes he wished he had an umbrella. Peering out the front door at the downpour he grumbled and Cora whined. “Why can’t you learn to use the toilet?”

“Looks like you have a predicament.” Turning in step Tony realized company had snuck downstairs. His fellow tenant the extremely beautiful ebony Simone Scott was all dressed up and ready for her workday/ play day at Filmore High School. As a school teacher she always left early to meet with troubled students. Wink! Wink!

“Morning, Janet Jackson.” He smirked! “Yeah, I’m tempted to let Cora take a dump here in the hallway and avoid the shower before my shower. I start at Horton-Dexter in a couple of hours and this rain is slowing me down.”

“Here! I’ll have sympathy on you.” She carried an umbrella she hadn’t opened up yet. “You have five minutes before I reclaim it. Wearing white as you can see so without it I’ll be transparent.” Skimpy white and tight dress it was. Hell, he could already see her areolas. “Although my students would love it if I did.” Unknowingly, white would be the theme for the day.

“Nice! Send me pictures if you do get wet.”

“Might need your number to do that.” She batted her lashes. “I won’t be wearing it long anyway. I teach in the nude, when I have time to actually teach.”

“How in the hell do the kids learn anything in this city.”

“Oh, they learn more than you can imagine.” She giggled and fanned open her umbrella. “In case you’re wondering Grace and Gideon are home schooled. My sister Emma drops by after 10:00. Grace keeps things in control until then. I prefer my kids do not know what their father and I do at work. Michael is a teacher as well. Please play dumb around them. Oh, and let Grace down easy, I think she’s crushing on you.”

“I’ll let her down and lift you up.” He chuckled taking the umbrella.

“Promises, promises! You know where I live.”

“And you know where I live.”

“What about Amber?”

“We’ve got an agreement. There’s room in my king for three.”

“Oh, really? Interesting! Michael has the kids this weekend if you want to drop up and do some heavy lifting. That is if our gorgeous landlord doesn’t tie you down.”

“I’ll fix that leak and plug another.”

“Four minutes!” She vividly grinned and waved him out the door. Taking her advice Tony opened the door and led Cora out into the rain with a bit of puppy resistance. Once she was outside, she peed and hurriedly tugged him back toward the hallway. No mud on her paws just water Tony brought Cora indoors and sent her upstairs before she could shake her pelt off on Simone. Obedient to a fault the white Rott bolted up the staircase and sat at the door watering the carpet. “She’s trained so well.”

“I’m a good trainer.” He chuckled!

“I’d roll over for you.”

“You wouldn’t need to. I’d throw you over and take what I wanted.”

“Please do.”

“Just might! I better let you go, I need to grab a hot shower and head out myself.”

“Have a good first day handsome.”

“Same to you, Beautiful.” He opened the door for her then watched her shriek and run for her car. Simone tooted her horn at him as she drove off. “BMW on a teacher’s salary. Nice!” Tony Gunther trudged upstairs to find the door open to his apartment. Going inside he found his nerdy but cute roommate drying Cora off with a towel. Miss Amber Hawthorne lived naked, so the sight was nothing to be shocked about.

“I started a pot of coffee. Grab your shower. I think I have two eggs left if you want breakfast. I’ll go grocery shopping this weekend.”

“Which reminds me I need to grab dog food. I’ll buy a carton of eggs and some fresh milk after work. My cash is tight after my trip home to get my things. We’ll survive! Eggs sound great.” She tossed the towel at him and went into the kitchen. “Thanks Roomie!”

“What I need is a new dildo.” She mumbled! Cora had run off and brought back her toy and lay down on the floor chewing at it like a bone. “I’m glad it’s good for you.”

Eggs made over the course of ten minutes Tony finished his morning shower and wrapped a clean towel about his waist. Rejoining Amber to collect his plate and coffee mug he sat down and enjoyed the meal. Two pieces of toast was included!