I was in LTC Jake Nicholas' office getting some "mentoring," as he called it. Mentoring is a concept in the Army where a senior officer takes a junior, inexperienced officer under his or her wing for personal counseling, education, and encouragement. In this case, I was bending over his desk wearing only a black silk and lace corset, nude stockings held up by the corset garters, and black patent pumps with 3 1/2" heels. My uniform blouse, shirt, skirt, and black silk panties, and slip were neatly folded on a chair. My blonde hair was neatly done up and my makeup was careful and flawless except for my lipstick which had smudged while I sucked the colonel's 8" cock at the start of our weekly session. That particular shade of red had looked quite nice smeared on his long hard shaft, but it couldn't be seen now as he slowly but firmly entered my anus which he had just finished lubricating with some astroglide he kept in his drawer for these occasions. It was only the second time he had done this to me, and only the third time in my life, so I sighed deeply, my full, tender breasts rising in the tight corset cups, as he penetrated my tightness, deeper, deeper, and deeper until he had finally inserted his entire length in me.

Just more military sexual shenanigans a la Tailhook and Aberdeen you might think... except for my own semi-rigid penis which, hanging below my corset from my carefully shaved and waxed groin, was now pressed tightly on a towel on top of the colonel's desk.

Ever since LTC Karen Wentworth, my dominating former commander had ordered me to transform from the meek and ineffectual CPT Steve Rodman into the beautiful and feminine CPT (now Major) Stephanie Rhodes, I had been living happily as a woman. I loved it. I was so much more confident in a skirt and heels and I reveled in the attention a young, attractive female officer receives in an environment full of physically fit, supremely confident men. I delighted in secretly wearing the sexiest lingerie beneath my conservative uniforms. I smiled inside at the thought of the little tricks I played: my skirts were just a hair shorter than the 1 1/2" above the knee which was permitted by regulation, and I had had them altered to be rather a bit more snug than usual. My blouses were always just a half size too small for my implant and hormone enhanced breasts. I never missed an opportunity to let some handsome young soldier "help" the helpless female, usually allowing a generous glimpse of thigh and stocking top in return. Heaven.

And now my coach, LTC Wentworth, had arranged for me to come here, to the prestigious Command and General Staff College, where I was to be "tutored" further by her old friend and confidant, LTC Nicholas. I didn't mind at all. He was young, muscular, and severely handsome. In return for guarding my "secret", I would drop by his office for weekly "mentoring" which usually consisted of him satisfying his anal and oral urges on my submissive and unprotesting self. I guess he didn't get much at home... and I had only been with one other man, an Army doctor some 18 months ago when I had first been dressed by LTC Wentworth. I was gaining some valuable education at his capable hands, and it felt nice, too.

He was starting to pump my bottom now, so I held on as my breasts squeezed and jiggled out of their tight cups so that the nipples rubbed on the cool desk top. My legs were spread and he was holding my shoulders flat against the desk. My face was on its side, looking directly into a picture of LTC Nicholas' family. Oh well, too bad for Mrs. Nicholas. she didn't know what she was missing. As he started to pump faster, I began to pant. He liked me to talk at this point, so I began to whisper in my sexy little-girl voice, "Oh, sir, Oh, sir, Oh sir! Oh yes! Faster! Faster! Oh God, fuck me all the way in! Yes! Yes! YES!" That's when we both began to come. Mine was an intense, earthshaking anal orgasm, accompanied by a small trickle of come into the waiting towel. The colonel's was a series of long, slow pumps of thick, warm fluid deep inside me as he grunted, rammed his cock as far in as he could make it go, and painfully gripped my soft, white shoulders. After a long moment of shaking and feeling of warmth flowing inside my groin, he pulled out.

We each cleaned up with towels, he pulled up his pants, and I got dressed and re-applied my lipstick. I made sure to put a small wad of paper towel in my panties to avoid stains: he was so big my anus would be stretched for a day or two during which time it had a tendency to leak semen. When I was done, I saluted him, he was sitting at his desk again, said, "thank you, sir" and turned and marched out of his office.

I walked slowly back to my room in the officer's quarters, my thighs swishing in the silk stockings, taking short mincing steps enforced by the high heels and tight skirt hem. I knew my ass looked fantastic where it pushed out below the corset to fill the backside of my tight green skirt. A soldier jogging past me turned his head to watch my ass and legs and tripped on the curb. I smiled.

When I got back to my room I found an invitation to a party at the officer's club... but that's another story.

You Can Do It In The Army!