"Good morning Sir!" Lt Colonel Julia Carstairs managed to mumble past Col Francombe's stiff Penis as she woke him with a blow job.
"There really is no need to salute Julia!" he chided,
She put her hand down uncertainly and rocked back on her heels
"They recommend five portions a day sir!" she chirped.
"I think that is fruit my dear." he advised.
"Spoilsport." she whispered and returned to sucking.
"I see you have me down to attend St Lucas' Church, Annistown at Ten next Saturday, Miss Carstairs.
"Yes Sir, Number one best uniform sir." she added.
"Why?" he asked.
"Wedding sir, mine."she replied, "And yours."
"Look old bean," he said as he stared at her perfect breasts, " practising married quarters drill is one thing marriage is something else."
"Yes sir, your mother made the arrangements." Julia said proudly. "I went up in the Chinook last month and met the gardener and under chauffeur, your mother said the only reason they remain in your fathers employ is that she screws them regularly."
"Quite so, minimum wage and all that, how did they take it?" he asked.
"Actually, John, I took it, and really Jackson is so small I had to take him up my bum."
"Gosh, poop shoot eh, I remember at school."John said but Julia silenced him with a SAS pressure point on his neck.
"No sir, you forget all about Pinky Pinkerton and his ballet dress." Julia reminded him, "and as long as you marry me I will too."
"Yes Miss Carstairs." John replied.
"John," she asked as she cupped his balls and made a cunt of her fist to wank the Colonel to climax, "It will be awkward with your sister being called Julia too, could you call me something different d'you think?"
"Certainly Muffin."
"No," Julia said. "that's what you called Corporal Barthington when you had the affair, no I thought Miss, short for Mistress." Julia felt the twitching and jerking and aimed Johns appendage so as to ejaculate over the Duvet cover.
"Yes, Oh God I disgraced myself." he said.
"Silly man, it's cum not piss, at least I hope it is, so its settled then."
"Yes," Col Francombe agreed,"If mother OKed it then I suppose I had better humour her."
"Thank you very much sir." Julia stood and adjusted her battle-dress before announcing, "Parade in Ten minutes sir."
"You take it Julia, I'm exhausted." John Francombe, announced.
Julia smiled broadly, she loved taking parades, inspecting the troops, dishing out reprimands to fit guys for being improperly dressed, getting them a week or so confined to the guard room, away from wives and girlfriends where they became more and more frustrated, Julia felt there was something very satisfying about soothing a frustrated squaddie she felt, and she always did her best to relieve their tensions. She put the thoughts of pleasures to come aside, checked her appearance in the mirror and saluted and marched smartly from the room.
The Parade Ground was already awash with milling squaddies, "Sarn't Major, what's the meaning of this!" Julia shrieked.
"Morning Marm, waiting on the Colonel Marm." Company Sgt Major Faulkener barked back.
"Well, Colonel Francombe is indisposed, so I shall take the parade, and I shall go away and when I come back I want order and precision," she said the volume of her voice rising, "Not a fucking shambles, do you understand?"
"Marm!" Faulkener replied and he barked a series of orders.
Ten minutes later and as Julia returned the Band struck up and C company marched, or waddled as CSM Faulkener described it onto the parade ground.
"Playing your tune Marm," CSM Faulkener suggested, Julia scowled, how did the bastard know she and John fucked in march time she wondered and then she realised it was "You're Beautiuful" by James Blunt, hacked into march time by Bandmaster Herbert Ricketts.
"Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere, Sarnt Major," Julia said with a grin.
The inspection went swimmingly, a new recruit, Johnson, actually had his tunic buttoned wrongly and as she pointed it out she saw him getting hard, he blushed crimson, "We really must get these Privates sorted out Sarn't Major," Julia suggested ambiguously.
"Julia?" Col Francombe asked uncertainly, "How exactly did you come top of the SAS selection course cross-country in the slowest winning time ever recorded."
She kissed his cheek, "When we're married dearest." she said lovingly.
At the Palace.
"So my dear how did you disarm the six Taliban fanatics who captured you?" the kindly old Lady in the Tiara asked as she handed over the medal for Julia to pin on her own tunic.
"Training Marm, and constant practice." Julia replied.
"So my dear how did you disarm the six Taliban fanatics who captured you?" asked the randy old octogenarian in Admiral of the Fleet uniform, looking for all the world like an Hotel doorman as he stood beside his bejewelled wife as she presented the medal.
"Fucked them to a standstill sir, Sergeant Major Orangu trained me well sir." Julia replied.m
"Very good, could I arrange to inspect the training facility?" he asked.
"No sir, you're too old, and" she reached and felt moisture at the front of his uniform trousers as she paused. "I think you came in your pants just thinking about it."
"I say that black fella looks fit Pippin, have him sent round." the bejewelled Lady ordered.
"Bloody woman turned me down." he said.
"Well that's no reason why I shouldn't have a nice solid length of Ebony once in a while." the older lady replied.
Julia walked proudly from the palace, medal pinned prominently to her chest and mingled with the other guests on the palace lawn.
"What a horrible way to die." Watermark of B squadron, Blues, commented as Julia walked by.
"What, with his nose up my ass and my dripping cunt smothering his face, at least he died happy," she replied.
"No, I meant Major Johnson, don't you know," Watermark continued, "head blown off by a roadside bomb, bloody medic found the head fifty metres away and tried to stick it back on with a field dressing!"
"Ah, right, I thought you meant Taliban."she said.
"So you killed six!" he asked, "How."
"Dumb blonde routine!," she giggled, "I had a wash with all the water we had, wasted it, and then, well I dehydated them."
"What!" h asked.
"Sucked the moisture out of them, I wrote it up for the Army website and Corporal Jenks did some photos and its very popular." she added.
"Sucked the moisture, like a vampire?" he asked?
"No Fellatio." she grinned, "I sucked all them moisture from them," and then as treat when they were really weak I let them fuck me and they got heart failure, its all in the appendix to the desert warfare manual, you can download it if you like."
"Good Afternoon Marm." a grinning SAS sergeant greeted her.
"Maybach, how good to see you, are you fit again?" she recognised the trainer from her SAS course.
"Yes Marm. thank you Marm, it was a near thing though, I nearly lost it." he said wistfully.
"If it's any consolation I was sore for a week." She said.
"But you milked pints of cum out of me, your cunt muscles wouldn't let go and then you tore all the muscles in my groin, it was only hanging on by the skin when you left me to die!" he complained.
Julia remembered how a mere two hour sex session had crippled the super fit SAS Instructor for life as he crawled into her slit trench and tried to rape her on exercises, only to find she was far from exhausted and despite fucking the eighteen other soldiers on the course during the course of the morning she had still not had a decent climax.
"I'm glad you're better." she lied, she rather liked crippling proud Afro-Carribeans with her super toned cunt muscles.
