Chapter 1 - The Rookie

 Sonya dropped the massive dumbbells to the side and rose from the bench, sweat gleaming off her hardened abs. The other men and women in the training facility were sneaking glances at her; but not one of them had the courage to walk up to her and start a chat. The pains of being a commanding officer, thought the blonde. 

 Before, as she dipped down for some deadlifts, she could see one of the rookies staring at her ass in the mirror, his eyes glued to the way her experienced glutes worked. He was so entranced by the way it flexed as she came up that he only noticed she had been looking at him the entire time a few moments later. 

 The guy was tall and black, physically a formidable specimen even surrounded by all the military recruits and officers around; but he still lowered his eyes and got out of there in a hurry before she could talk to him about his questionable and pervy behavior. These military guys were trained to follow orders like good dogs and most of them never once ogled her no matter how tempting it was. Sonya could be training among them only in a thong and pasties, and she still wouldn’t hear a peep from them. 

 Ordinarily, this would have made her annoyed, maybe irritated enough to throw a punch his way. The last thing she wanted was to waste even a minute of her life fighting off some douchebag’s little flirty looks. But things felt different now after her divorce. Her mental resilience wasn’t diminished, nor was her ego; yet the milf still found herself wondering if studs found her as attractive as they did ten years ago. Especially as girls like her own daughter were giving her a run for the money.  

 I shouldn’t have wasted a single good day on Johnny. He had never even been that special a guy. Definitely not compared to the one staring at her and many others around the gym. That was just her luck - sacrificing her youth to some shithead. It was too late for misgivings now though. 

 Sonya gave one last look at the rookies around her and went to shower and change. Only when she came to stand before the doors that led to the male and female locker rooms did she get a provocative idea. Her new black friend wasn’t downstairs anymore, so maybe he was in there changing? What if she could get a glimpse at him in return? After all, the doors were side by side. Who didn’t make a mistake from time to time? 

 She entered the mens’ locker but noticed that it was completely empty, though the smell of sweat was nauseating. But she could hear the running showers and the fogged glass door that led to them almost begged her to be opened. The blonde took off her sweaty gym clothes and sealed them in a bag, then grabbed her towel and headed for the showers, completely naked, acting nonchalant. 

 As she came in, she could hear three of the guys inside chatting. One of them was her black stud from before. “What, don’t you like your commanding officer?” one of the others asked.

 He scrubbed his arms and laughed, the shower pouring down his chiseled face. “She’s a hot piece of work, alright.”

“You know they say divorced women at that age are the best. They know what to do, they won’t call you back, and they’ll even mommy you up a little.” 

“Man, are you crazy? Did you not see what that woman was doing in there? Pretty sure she could rip my head off with those arms. For a woman of that size to lift that much - crazy.” 

 It was satisfying for Sonya to hear them talk about her with combined lust and reverence. A grin came over her face as she stood behind them, but she wiped it off to have a talk with the idiots. “What was that?” she barked. 

 The three turned at once. The wise guy with the mommy comment slipped and nearly fell, barely hanging onto one of the knobs. She crossed eyes with all three in turn. They were tense, worried that their gazes might be going down inappropriately to her naked body. “This place is for showering, not for having long chats. You understand?” 

 The two white guys reminded her a little of Johnny, though they looked a lot more wimpy. What impressed her, however, was the body of the black bull in front of her. Not only were his muscles incredibly bulky and well-defined for a guy his age, but he was taller from close up too. More importantly, the dick she saw between his legs was huge, almost as three times the size of his white comrades despite being soft. 

 It was no wonder a real man like that would have been drawn to her. Sonya had been around guys with big black cocks like his before - at times it made her curious to try, but she never had given her marriage. Now the milf regretted not acting on her deepest desires when there were ample opportunities. She would always hear about how happy the girls getting fucked by them were. How satisfied they lived. 

 It didn’t matter then because she had Johnny. And then Cassie. But now that was over. 

“You two,” she said to the white guys. “Get out of here. I need to talk to your friend.” 

 The looks on their faces were relieved. As their bare feet padded hurriedly out of the shower room, Sonya took a step closer to the black guy. He was over a whole head taller than her, and his beautiful cock was around the same height as her stomach. 

“Hey there, midnight. What were you looking at before?”

“M-Me?” he stammered, eyes bulging. He gulped. “Nothing, ma’am. Nothing.” 

“Do you think it’s allowed to perv on your commanding officer? You think you can just stand there and stare at my ass like that?”

“No…”

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“Nineteen,” she repeated, laughing grimly. “You’re barely even a man. Are you a man?”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

 Sonya let her gaze go over his sculpted chest. His skin was so dark that brown would not have been an adequate description. Just black. Even his lips were dark. “And what were your qualifications when joining. Let me guess, hard to spot at night?” 

 He did not seem to get it. “Ma’am?”

 Her eyes went down to the veiny cock glimmering with waterdrops. She took it casually in hand, feeling the weight of it against her palm. Still so soft that the foreskin covered most of the head. “Don’t you know uncut cocks are against the rules, rookie?”

 His breath caught. “Ma’am?...” 

“I’m going to have to cut it away. I don’t like it.” Now he remained silent. “What do you think about that?” 

“I don’t know, ma’am.”

“Unless you’re saying your dick is just as good as it is. You ever used it on anybody?” 

“Several, ma’am.” The slightest hint of pride. 

“Is that so? Then show me what you’ve got and maybe we can make an exception for you. I’ll warn you now, I’m not easily impressed.” 

 The blonde took a step closer and traced a finger up and down his powerful shaft, feeling it throbbing underneath her fingertip. As her fingers slowly wrapped around it, she was pleased to see how small her hand looked by comparison, and how much the contrast helped to make his cock look mean and imposing. 

 As Sonya stroked it, her blue eyes went up and connected to his. “Aren’t you going to do anything?”

 Still nervous about what the consequences might be, he put his hands on her waist. They were big enough that they wrapped the whole way around, and Sonya gasped a little under her breath as he squeezed. This one is going to be fun. 

 The milf put both hands on his big black cock to massage it as her lips connected with his chest and moved across the luscious dark skin, feeling his muscles flexing underneath. His fingers finally found her firm bubble butt and touched it confidently, spreading it wide before he started kneading confidently.  

 His hands felt so good that Sonya yelped and giggled. He lowered his serious face and pressed his head against her forehead. As soon as their eyes locked, she raised herself on tip toes and French kissed him. His arm went around her small hard body and gripped it properly, lifting her up against his chest as they made out in the shower. A door opened and Sonya could hear surprised voices followed by the thud of the door closing, but none of that mattered. She only wanted to enjoy this hunk. To hell with what others saw and what they reported. She even welcomed the word of her fucking a young black guy getting spread. What would Johnny say if she could see her right now, making out with this superior alpha male?

“God, your cock is so big,” whispered Sonya, feeling it growing against her palm. She was finding it difficult to wrap her fingers all the way around now. 

 The stud’s eyes bore into her but he remained silent. 

“What? You can say whatever you want,” she told him. “Consider this your free pass for the day. So what is it you want to say?”

 He grinned. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

“Is that an order?”

 His hand slapped her face playfully. “You’re damn right it is, you blonde bitch. On your knees.” 

 He let her go suddenly and Sonya slid away from his chest till she found herself kneeling before him with his cock hovering right by her nose, the water trickling off of its pulsating form. The balls were hanging right beneath it - big, strong balls that extended almost all the way to the end of the shaft. 

 Sonya buried her face in the balls and gave each a kiss, hearing him cry in surprise as she smothered against them and slurped one into her mouth. Her tongue gently nestled it against her cheek and massaged it as the hot drool swirled around. “Fuck!” she could hear him say.

 The milf smiled and spit it out and buried her fingers into his muscular thighs. Her mouth came and planted the gentlest kiss on the tip of his cock, the head of which had now pushed fully past his foreskin and oozed precum. 

 It was hot against her lips, but it felt even better once she opened up and took it in. Her blue eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she realized how hard it was to fit that into her mouth. She had always been a champ when it came to blowjobs, so this was a clear sign. He’s much bigger than all the others. Oh, Johnny, what have you done? Maybe I’ll need to thank you before all of this is over. 

 His massive hands came down and gripped her head dominantly, his black fingers moving through her blonde locks. “Suck it!” he ordered again.

 Sonya knew that she would need more practice with this monster, so she took into her mouth as much as she could and forced it down her throat. She added to it by bringing her fingers back to his balls and massaging them, then watched as he threw his head back and groaned in pleasure. How good it felt to please a young guy like this. I’ve still got it, damn it. 

 She made herself choke and tear on his cock, occasionally taking it out so she could catch a breather and kiss its length, following the powerful and pulsing veins with her sweet lips. 

 As it went on, the milf could tell that he was getting tense and close to coming. She smacked the shaft against her face. “You wanna come on your superior’s face?” Before he could answer, she began to stroke it with both hands, milking it savagely as the tip pressed against her puckered lips

 The first load hit her mouth. But what followed was a shower of thick ropes of cum that plastered her face, leaving her covered in such a thick layer of his seed that she couldn't even see. Jesus! How long has it been since anybody’s pleasured this monster?

 Next Soya could feel his hand grab her by the throat and lift her up. The stud slammed her against the wall, his hot breath in her ear. “You liked that?” he teased. “Huh?” Then his palm covered her mouth and began to rub every drop of his hot cum right into the blonde's face like lotion. 

 When he finished, he dropped down a breathless and needy Sonya. “You got off easy today, buddy,” she said, biting her lip as she looked back up at his mighty black cock. It would be amazing to get fucked by that thing. But there was no reason to rush things. “If I ever catch you staring me at again, I’m going to do much worse to you than this.” 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, ma’am” he said, but already the tone of respect was back in his voice as his arousal faded. He reached down and helped her up, suddenly looking real nervous. “I’m sorry If I got carried away.” 

“Huh?” Sonya shrugged as if it were nothing. “That was nothing, kid.” 

“Alright. Well, thank you.” 

 The blonde gave him a slap on the ass. “Don’t let me catch you staring again, you hear? Now move along, rookie.” 





 By the time the follow-up came, Sonya had been getting very eager. The thought of that big black cock and what it might do to her was on her mind most of the time, though the specific stud that was now in her daytime fantasies wasn’t around and going as a superior to ask for him was a bit much. 

 The blonde could still remember the taste of his cock and it drove her crazy. I should’ve tasted his cum. 

 She had actually finished training one day and came out of the locker room to find him standing there at attention. “Ma’am.” 

 Sonya made a face and pretended not to know him. “Do I know you, rookie? Talk, I’ve got work to do.”

 The slightest smile crept over his lips. “You might remember me from last time, ma’am. I helped with some business in the showers.”

“Oh, yes, I remember.” As others passed by, she said, “I had you on all fours cleaning up the place. I hope you’ve gotten better. You weren’t terribly good last time.” 

 His eyes gaze met her own. “I’ve done a lot of practicing.”

“Is that right? Well, my quarters are pretty spotty. What do you say you show me what you’ve got before I find reason to discipline you again?” 

 Sonya led him away, giving him a look of her bubble butt swaying in the tight pants of her uniform the entire time. They were a size too small at this point, but she liked it that way. Why shouldn’t they see the ass she worked so hard on? As she glanced back to see him staring, she smiled to know that he was this playful with her, and it was nice to have somebody to be more fun with considering how that meathead Johnny was always too slow to get where she was going with her words.

 The blonde opened the door to her room and ushered him inside. “Here we have it.” 

 The black stud let his eyes scan across the room at the sparse decorations. By her bedside there were two photos: one of the entire family from when her daughter was little, with Johnny ripped out of it because she couldn't bother looking at his face anymore; the other showed Cassie as she was now, fully grown and highly attractive. He picked up the photo of her daughter and held it. “This is your daughter?” 

“She sure is. I warn you not to say anything stupid.”

“Like?” 

 Sonya took the photo of Cassia and put it facedown on the bedside, then lowered the other as well. “Right now, the only thing I am to you is your superior. The woman that owns you. And if you even think of my daughter, I’ll crush that beautiful black head in. You don’t need to know anything else. Get undressed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, immediately beginning to strip. Sonya furtively picked up her lingerie from the drawer while he wasn’t looking and went into the bathroom. “Give me a moment.” 

 Though she was a milf with no misgivings about her appearance, she still wanted to make an impression on him. It bothered her a little bit that it took him this long to get back to her. I would’ve expected him back that same evening. 

 The pink lingerie was one of her favorites, and one of the last items she had ever bought in the hopes of fixing her marriage, though she never got to use it with her idiot ex. Looking at the pink fabric going around her hard but curvy body, Sonya felt a little more delicate and girly than usual. She even put on some lipstick before she walked out. 

 The black stud lay on the bed, covering up much of it with his big body. The huge cock rested over a pair of abs that gleamed in the light that came through the window. What a hunk, thought Sonya, instinctively licking her lips.  

“You look amazing,” he said. 

  Sonya got in next to him, close enough to feel his warmth. “You shut up until I tell you to speak. You’re not here to talk.” 

“Just here to clean your room,” he said with a laugh.

“That’s right.”  

 His hand explored her body as she lay next to him, going all the way down to feel and squeeze her plump butt. Sonya moved a white hand across his ebony muscles, watching the twitching cock as it hardened, slowly starting to rise from his abs. She kissed his chest and neck, tasting him all over again, pleased to have the strong body back under her control. His scent was that of a perfume, leathery and metallic, the exact sort of smell she would associate with a strong man like this. So he took the time to put on perfume? Interesting. 

 As her lips traced down to his pecs and abs, she moved her hand down to massage his balls and slowly lifted the entirety of his cock. It felt great to hold it again and her pussy was burning to get fucked by the monster. 

“This is the point where the man takes control of the situation,” she told him coolly. “Unless you’re going to make the girl fuck you instead?” 

 He grinned and gave her a welcomed slap. “You’re such a little bitch.” 

 Sonya grinned back and rubbed the burning cheek. “That’s more like it. We don’t keep pansies around in this place. Show me what you’ve got.” 

 The stud slapped her again, this time on the other cheek, then grabbed her by the throat and got on top of her. Sonya could feel the pulsing cock grinding against her stomach and her eyes rolled just at the thought of how deep it was going to go.

“You want that, huh? You white bitch.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, coughing lightly as she choked.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to offer your daughter to me yourself. You hear me? You’re going to beg me to fuck her.”

 Sonya gave him a punch in the side that made him grimace, but he held his position. “If that’s what you want you better show me you’re man enough.” She gave him a second punch at the back of the head. “You hear me?” 

 He put a palm over her mouth and restrained her with his other hand. “Look at you. Divorced mom begging to get fucked.” He lifted his head up and spit into her face. “I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to ruin you.” 

 He grabbed the bra and snapped it off like a savage, then ripped her panties as well. Then he grabbed her by the thighs and repositioned himself, spreading her legs wide as he began to push into her tight cunt. 

 Sonya gave him trouble by making it seem like she was trying to resist, but he quickly seized her by the wrists again. He leaned in over her. His big black cock was moving in inch by inch, her pussy greedily swallowing it up. Sonya let out a little moan. 

“Is that what you want, slut?” He drew his ass back and suddenly slammed his dick inside of her, piercing her pussy so hard that she gasped and trembled. As the stud started moving back and forth, Sonya could feel her big breasts swaying painfully from the motion. 

 When he kissed her on the mouth she welcomed it, white arms and legs submissively wrapping around his hard black body. This was exactly what she had been looking forward to for some time now. To get fucked properly. Used. Dominated. 

 To be with a real man.

 The stud worked his way so deep inside of her that Sonya felt she could no longer move her lower body at all. He dropped his weight on top of her, holding her tightly as he bred her, his muscular black ass flexing with every thrust as her wet pussy dripped onto the bed.

“You like that?” he whispered harshly in her ear. “Do you?” 

 Sonya just breathed hardly against him. So much of her attention was given over to the way her pussy felt wrapped around his throbbing shaft that there wasn’t much of her brain power left for much else. Her fingers went across his back, feeling the muscles hard at work under there, gripping it as she braced for his unrelenting thrusts. 

 He took her like a wild animal, pinning her in place and fucking her till her pussy was raw and her fingers gently caressed the nape of his neck. Satisfied with what he had done to her, the bull rose, pulled out, and slapped his cock down over her stomach. Sonya gazed at the amazing black cock that went way past her belly button, wondering how she could have ever taken that fully. 

 He turned her around and raised her ass up. His fingers stroked the white cheeks lovingly, then gave them a couple of slaps. “Look at this big fucking ass. How the hell are you working this job when you’ve got a fat booty like this? You think any of the guys can take you seriously?” 

 He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head back, lifting her up as he rubbed his dick against her pussy. But he could also see the tiny puckered asshole. He raised his cock and felt her tense as the slimy head went across. “Aww, yeah, you’re not ready to take this thing up there, are you?” Another spank. “You dumb bitch.” 

 He rammed into her pussy instead and started fucking her from behind, holding her high from her blonde locks as if he were holding a dog by the leash as he occasionally spanked her ass. “Move it!” he yelled. “What the fuck are you doing? Work that ass!” 

 Being demeaned in such a way was turning Sonya on more than she could have imagined. To think that Sonya Blade, who dealt with so many people, was allowing herself to be humiliated by this random rookie. She could have kicked his ass and broken his spine. But that seemed unfair given what they were now competing in. And there was no way for her to fight back against that monster big black cock. It’s just too big…

 Sweat dripped down her face and flew off her bouncing tits as he fucked her doggystyle. The raunchy kind of fucking that she had never gotten from Johnny not even in the later part of their marriage when all they were doing was having rough hate sex. And this young guy was only pretending to be angry. What was he going to be capable of when he matured and became a full man?

 He twisted her hair around his wrist till Sonya got raised against his chest. He smelled her neck then kissed it, making his way up to suck on her earlobe as his shaft tenderized her pussy. “Your white husband ever fuck you like this?”

“No, sir,” Sonya gushed lovingly, feeling ecstatic as he impaled her on his cock. As she glanced down at her own stomach, she could see a slight outline of his cock making its way deeper and deeper into her.

“You’re going to become a slave to this big black cock, aren’t you? We’re going to have to tattoo it over your body. You’re going to sleep at the foot of my bed and do whatever I tell you to. Suck my cock to wake me up every morning.” 

 Sonya smiled at the thought. “I’d never let your cock leave my mouth in the first place, sir.” 

“You know the funny thing is I’ve always had a crush on you. Ever since I got to this shithole.” 

 Sonya twisted her head to look into his eyes. “Really?”

 His hand came around to hold her stomach lovingly, even as his dick pulsated against it. “Really.”  

 Looking into his chiseled face, Sonya could see more than just a one time sex partner in this black god. This was the sort of guy she needed to make her feel alive again. To give her pleasure and love. In return, she would shape him into a proper man with all the experience she had gotten over the years. She wouldn’t let him end up a loser like Johnny. Maybe…

 Maybe she could even start over again with him. Have another kid. She had always wanted a boy. She could see it now… a little boy as strong as this godlike bull with those same piercing black eyes. Oh, it would make Johnny eat his heart out to know that her womb made an even stronger baby. A black one...

“I love you,” she said to him. 

 He kissed her without saying anything and held her tightly. He finished her off with a couple of thrusts that made her gasp and cry, but his mouth stayed connected to hers. It was so good that tears welled in her eyes. Her body knew that she was coming before she did. The heavenly sensation spread from her pussy all the way up to every nerve, setting her ablaze. “Fuck,” was all that she could say. 

 He pushed her down on the bed and rammed his cock in one last time, filling her up with so much seed that it overflowed from her defeated pussy.  

 Both of them tired, they stayed in that position for a while, with his weight holding her down as she shivered helplessly and moaned, biting her lip from the intense orgasm. “Fuck, that was so good,” she said. “So good.” 

 All of a sudden, he disconnected from her and got up from the bed. Sonya rolled onto her back and watched him get dressed. “Where are you going?”

“Training, ma’am. I’m probably late by now. I’m going to get a real ass-whooping, but that’s all right. I definitely had enough fun to make up for several beatings.” 

“You don’t have to go,” she said, trying not to make it too clingy. “I know all of these guys. I’ll tell him it’s your fault I’m late.”

“Nah, I don’t like stuff like that. I made the choice to be late and I’m going to face the consequences for it. I hate cheaters, nepotism, favoritism and things of that nature.” 

 How the hell was this young kid talking to her like this? It wasn’t cheating or favoritism… “Well. When you put it that way,” said Sonya coolly. Why was she trying so hard for his sake? Ugh, he’s just another guy that doesn’t appreciate anything except ass!

 Once he finished getting dressed, however, he took a few tentative steps back to the bed and put his hand down on her stomach. Inside of it Sonya could still feel his hot seed. “I really enjoyed being with you. I wouldn’t mind… You know.”

“What?” 

 He pursed his lips and shook his head. “No, forget it.”

 Sonya grabbed him by the wrist before he could go. “No! Say it. What was it?”

“I was going to say I wouldn’t mind making this a regular thing,” he confessed shyly. 

 Sonya’s cheeks reddened but she tried to keep the facade. “Are you asking your superior to be your girlfriend, rookie? You know I can kick your ass.” 

“What? No! No… Maybe a little bit.” 

 Sonya let go of his wrist and tore her gaze away in disgust. “Why do guys always try to ruin things with romance? But have it your way. If you want to convince me you’re something more than a good dog I can call upon, be here tonight. I am going to need some help with something.” 

 He gulped but slowly started smiling. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Now you can fuck off to your training, rookie.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

