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Spies of Manasses
Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: jdm320, Rating: , Source: LushStories
cleavage. She slowly approached him, allowing him the opportunity to become mesmerized by her body. As she neared him, she stumbled on a rock. The Corporals trance was broken as Bettie fell to her knees. He placed his hands under her arms to help her up. Her hand quickly went to the Corporals belt. He froze. Within a matter of seconds she had the young officer's pants around his knees. She took his penis is her hand and began to stroke it slowly. She looked into his eye as her lips parted. She took the Corporal into her mouth. She tightened her lips around his hard penis. She sucked him with purpose. Her lips moved back and forth, letting his penis touch the back of her throat. She felt the Corporal began to tremble. She knew her plan was working. The poor soldiers had not been given womanly attention in months, and she used that to her advantage. She placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled him deeper as she felt the first jet of his seed hit the back of her throat. She could not take it all and let his erupting penis slip from her lips. His seed shot all over her exposed bosom. The Corporal stumbled back against a tree with a big smile on his face. Bettie took advantage of his condition and remounted her horse and rode off before he recovered. The Corporal had put her behind schedule and she had to make up ... time. She kicked her horse, and lowered in her saddle. The sun was sinking when Bettie rode into camp. The Confederate Army of the Potomac was preparing for the next day’s advancement. Bettie rode straight to the tent of Colonel Jordan. She pulled the parchment from her hair and handed it to the Colonel. Quickly, the Colonel summoned his officers and they went into action to plan for the battle. Bettie excused herself and slipped into the darkness. The day's events had her exhausted. She still had the taste of the Yankee Corporal in her mouth and needed to rid of it as soon as possible. A young pretty lady attracts a lot of attention in a military camp. Soon she was stood by the fire in front of the countless tents. An old soldier gave her his bottle and she drank and ample swallow to rid her of the taste as well as to help her relax. She took slumber in a tent assigned to her by Colonel Jordan. She lay her head on the feather pillow and drifted off to sleep. She knew she had done all she could to help the cause. The following morning she rose early. The camp was in a rush to prepare for battle. She mounted her horse and bid farewell to the Colonel and headed back toward Washington. She knew the battle was immanent but she didn't want to be caught behind enemy lines. She kicked her horse and rode into the fog.