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  The Commanding Officer

  BBW Military Romance

  By: Alexandra Stone

  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  THE COMMANDING OFFICER

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  MELANIE

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  DOCTOR MELANIE ROBERTS

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  DOCTOR MELANIE ROBERTS

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  DR. MELANIE ROBERTS

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  DR. MELANIE ROBERTS

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  DR. MELANIE ROBERTS

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  DOCTOR MELANIE ROBERTS

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  SPECIAL FAN BONUS

  Office Temptation

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Cruise Control

  CHAPTER ONE

  All Aboard

  CHAPTER TWO

  Water

  CHAPTER THREE

  Desire

  Alice in Badboyland

  Pitching Me

  CHAPTER ONE

  Pitching Me

  CHAPTER TWO

  Audacity

  CHAPTER THREE

  Creating

  Introduction

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  THE COMMANDING OFFICER

  COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY

  I walked into the bar needing to take a load off. I had had a very stressful week and it just kept getting worse. I needed to have a drink or maybe three or six. I could not believe that this was happening to me…me of all people. I was a Marine, the top of my troop. I was a commanding officer and men looked up to me. Sure, I was cocky about it because I was damn good. Shit I was fucking awesome and everyone knew it. So when my superiors told me that I needed to take a mandatory leave I was shocked. They had never requested such a thing from me in my ten years of my military career. It all happened because of an incident involving a few of my men and which some of them got hurt. It was chaotic military strategic and standard systems that happened, but for some reason my colleagues wanted me to take some time off from being on tour, and they even mentioned that they wanted me to see the military therapist on the base to which I refused.

  I was Connor Casey commanding officer and I never did any wrong. I had joined the Marines straight out of high school and took the military life very seriously. Nothing else came first. I never got married and I only had casual fun with hot women but never anything serious. The military and the Marines came first, and after that my motorcycle. I guess you could call me a bad boy for being so selfish but I liked what I liked and that was not going to change, or so I thought.

  "Bad night?" I heard a soft voice say next to me as the bar stool scraped the ground as it was pulled out by a curvaceous blonde with full hips as she sat down next to me. I took in her thick body with a smile. I liked a woman with a bit of meat on her bones. I was attracted to the full figure types. I guess because with my strong and thick body, I didn't want to feel like I was going to crush a delicate thin-framed woman. Or maybe it was something else altogether, some sort of fetish. I welcomed the company and distraction. It would be easy to seduce this one I thought to myself. Even in my sour mood I knew that I was a catch. Women came up to me constantly. I think I represented their soldier dreams with them being the damsel in distress. Or at least that is what they asked me to role-play with them again and again. Always the same request, but who was I to turn them down. I enjoyed it myself. Being a soldier was everything to me and I enjoyed bringing that into the bedroom anytime I could to please ladies.

  "Bad week," I said as I turned my body toward her allowing her in. However I didn't smile, I was in no mood to smile so she would just have to deal with that… a brooding soldier.

  "Want to talk about it?" She asked.

  "No, I want to drink about it. Want to join me?" I said arching my eyebrows at her. I assumed that she would get up and be repulsed by my behavior and walk away but she did not. Instead she said, "Bartender shots of whiskey here."

  Now she was the one shocking me. Her actions got a grin out of me. I watched her as the bartender placed two shot glasses in front of her and the bottle of whiskey. She poured each one seductively and slowly. She was sexy as hell. She knew how to move her body and I enjoyed watching her do it.

  She picked up her shot glass and said, "To drinking away bad weeks." I picked up my shot glass and clinked it against hers and said, "To drinking away bad weeks."

  We both shot down the strong liquor and without even asking she poured another. We shot down those drinks as well. Then she stopped and said, "What's your name soldier?"

  "Commander Connor Casey at your service madam," I said with a quick salute in a playful manner.

  "Oh commander is it? That is very intimidating. You like giving commands then," she said batting her eyelashes and I knew exactly where this conversation was going.

  "Yes I do. I like giving commands at work and at play. What are you getting at sweetheart?" I asked grinning at her.

  "I'm asking if you like giving commands in the bedroom," I thought that was obvious, but perhaps you've had a little too much to drink. Perhaps I should stop giving you shots," she said playfully pulling the bottle away.

  "No, don't you dare. Hit me with another one," I said as I pushed my shot glass toward her. She laughed and poured us both two more shots, and we cheers the glasses together and then drank them down.

  "You did not tell me your name sweetheart," I said.

  "Well it's not sweetheart I'll tell you that much," she said.

  I laughed at her witty remarks and enjoyed watching her move on that stool with her curvy figure. "I hear you loud and clear," I said knowing full well this was not a woman to mess with. We had a few more shots and I was beginning to feel a little bit drunk but not wasted. I guess you could say I had a pleasant buzz going on. I had to stop drinking because I was driving my motorcycle out of there later on. I knew that I would have to stop drinking, but I was definitely not expecting what ended up happening between us.

  MELANIE

  I had moved into the new town of San Diego because I had accepted a position on the military base. I had moved my offices here and was barely getting to know the area and the people. Though since I had been raised in a military family moving from base to base and had also worked on base for the last eight years, all military bases seemed the same to me. The people and men most of all seemed the same to me no matter where I went. A marine was a marine with the same problems, and it had all become routine to me. I knew that if I needed some sexual release all I had to do was go to the nearest bar full of Navy and Marine soldiers who were looking for the same release. It was as easy as that. Sometimes I did not even ha
ve to take them home and deal with the awkwardness of them leaving in the morning. I had become used to just finding them and using them in the nearest bathroom having my way and then leaving. So when Commander Connor Casey walked in I knew exactly what was going to happen before it happened. I just had to go through the motions of it all.

  He had the look of a distressed soldier, which was my specialty. He was tall at 6 foot one with broad shoulders and a firm lean abdomen and body. His dark hair and dark eyes were complimented by a scruffy 5 o'clock shadow. That little bit of a beard let me know that he was on leave, and that was probably why he was so blue. I had seen it all before a soldier taken away his daily soldier duties suddenly went into a depression. This was normal for them and I knew how to fix it. But for now I would help him out with a distraction if he would help me out with mine. As a curvy woman I liked a tall broad mad because he made me feel more petite and feminine then somebody that was thinner and shorter. In all this, this man was perfect and I was going in for the kill.

  "Bad night?" I said softly as I pulled the bar stool and sat down next to him. He took in my thick curvy body with a smile as his eyes roamed over me.

  "Bad week," he said as he turned his body toward me allowing me in. However he didn't smile, he was in no mood to smile so I would just have to deal with that… a brooding soldier. That was my specialty of course so that was all the better for me. It was my job.

  "Want to talk about it?" I asked knowing full well that the answer would be no, but I asked in order to get it out of the way.

  "No, I want to drink about it. Want to join me?" he said arching his eyebrows at me. I then said, "Bartender shots of whiskey here." He seemed to be shocked by my response, good. It was better that he knew I was no ordinary woman to begin with.

  My actions got a grin out of him. He watched me as the bartender placed two shot glasses in front of us, and then the bottle of whiskey. I poured each one seductively and slowly making sure that he knew that I was down to fuck.

  I picked up the shot glass and said, "To drinking away bad weeks." He picked up his shot glass and clinked it against mine and said, "To drinking away bad weeks."

  We both shot down the strong liquor and without even asking him I poured another. He was not going to decide how much we drank, I was going to decide that for him. We shot down those drinks as well. Then I stopped and said, "What's your name soldier?" I made sure to call him soldier because I knew that he would love it. They all loved it. It was one of the perks of joining the armed forces. It was their identity. It was an identity they worked damn hard for and they all wanted to be called by their station.

  "Commander Connor Casey at your service madam," he said with a quick salute in a playful manner. I smiled, a commander was perfect. They liked to give orders both on the field of battle and in the bedroom. I loved that kind of role play.

  "Oh commander is it? That is very intimidating. You like giving commands then?" I said batting my eyelashes and sticking out my chest a little.

  "Yes I do. I like giving commands at work and at play. What are you getting at sweetheart?" he said grinning in a sensual way that almost stopped my heart. Damn he was damn sexy. His dark eyes were narrowed and almond shaped which gave him a bedroom eyes look. His square jaw was the perfect backdrop to his full lips.

  "I'm asking if you like giving commands in the bedroom. I thought that was obvious, but perhaps you've had a little too much to drink. Perhaps I should stop giving you shots," I said playfully pulling the bottle away from him know that I had just shocked the shit out of him.

  "No, don't you dare. Hit me with another one," he said as he pushed his shot glass toward me. I laughed and poured us both two more shots, and we cheers the glasses together and then drank them down.

  "You did not tell me your name sweetheart," he said.

  "Well it's not sweetheart I'll tell you that much," I said feeling annoyed that he was calling me that, but also knew that I would not be telling him my name tonight. I wanted to keep it fun and simple and that required us being strangers.

  He laughed at my remarks, "I hear you loud and clear," he said knowing full well I was not a woman to mess with. We had a few more shots and I was beginning to feel a little bit drunk but not wasted. I guess you could say I had a pleasant buzz going on. I had to stop drinking because I was driving my convertible out of there later on. I knew that I would have to stop drinking especially because I had to have my wits about me in order to get him outside of the bar and inside of me.

  "So, you look like a strong soldier. I have been having trouble with my convertible. You see it is an old car and the top is the one that you have to pull up by hand. But every time I try it seems to be stuck. I bet you could pull it for me. I bet you could pull it hard. Do you want to come out to the parking lot and give it a try?" I said in my most seductive tone possible. He turned to me with his full body now facing me and gave me a devious grin. He knew exactly what I was asking for. Then he said, "I drive a convertible also. Want to see it?"

  I laughed and then said, "lead the way soldier."

  He stood up and put his hand out to mine and then I placed my hand in his as he walked me out of the bar into the dark parking lot behind the building. There were very few cars parked out there and no people. It was already quite late. "So, where is your convertible?" I asked him.

  "Here it is," he said as he walked over to a motorcycle and stood beside it. I smiled at him. He wasn't lying, it was in fact a convertible if you thought about it. I laughed a little at his joke but also felt very turned on Buy this motorcycle bad boy. The combination of soldier, brooding man, and motorcycle hottie was just what I needed to welcome me into this new town.

  "That must be a fun ride," I said as I watched him lean against the motorcycle in a casual bad boy way. He liked being dangerous and I can tell that's what he wanted me to think of him so I did.

  "It is a fun ride. I am a fun ride," he said with that grin on his face.

  "I bet you are. Now, about pulling up my top… " I said as I turned away from him and let him watch me walk. I could feel his stare burning my ass. I walked seductively making sure that my ass jiggles with each step until I knew that he was following me. I walked up to my old 1964 convertible. "This is it. What do you think?" I said.

  "Very nice ride. It looks very roomy. Bench seats are always good," he said looking inside and patting his palm flat against the bench seat feeling this spring me feeling of the leather seats.

  "It is very roomy. If you help me with the top you can sit in the backseat and check out the space," I said with seductive fuck me eyes.

  "It would be my pleasure," he said as he put his hands on one end of the top. Together we pulled up the top easily. It was not stuck obviously. It was only my way of getting him out here into my car. No point in taking the soldier home. Not when we had such a dark and empty parking lot and a roomie car. After the top was up and secure he immediately opened the door and hopped in the backseat. I followed him. No words were needed. I went straight for his lips and kissed him while I put my hands around his strong neck. His hands went to my waist and around my back as he groped me up-and-down. This was going to be hot. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off fast.

  “Damn your tits are hot,” he said. “Now take off your bra. I command you. Let me see your nipples,” he said in a soldier tone. There it was, the commanding officer had arrived and I loved it. I unhooked my bra from the front and opened it exposing my tits and nipples. He moaned as he put his hands on them and squeezed and massaged, then he said, “Now you. Squeeze your tits together.”

  I smiled and did as he said. I put my hands on my tits and squeezed them together. I massaged them and pinched my hard nipples between my fingers. He grinned as he watched me moaning and grunting as he did so. Then he continued with the commands and said, “Now lick it. If you can?”

  I was shocked but not turned off. I pushed my tit high in my hand and tucked my chin toward my neck and stuck out my tongue and licked the top
of my breast.

  “Oh fucking hell. That’s so fucking hot. God damn that’s hot. I can watch you do that forever but now I need to be inside you. I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispered.

  He moved in the seat arching up his hips as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them off along with his shoes. Then he pulled off his shirt. While he was doing this I pulled off my panties and heels and sat there completely naked. He was strong and perfect with his perfect six pack abdomen and muscular shoulders. He was a real man. He was a hard man. His chest and broad shoulders were firm. I let my gaze go lower to his hard manhood. It was sticking straight up and rigid.

  I laid-back like a wanton prostitute as I conveyed my knees to my mid-section and spread them open prepared for him. He made a sound as he moved into position directly behind my rear end and put his cock in his grasp and guided it inside me. When he entered me I felt some fulfillment in the wake of needing a man for so long. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me toward him as he moved his cock in and out of me.

  “Damn that feels so good. Your pussy is so tight. Do you like the way my cock feels? Tell me you like how it feels. Tell me what you feel,” he commanded.

  “I like the way your cock feels inside my wet pussy commander. It feels so big and long. You go so deep inside of me. I like the way you are fucking me commander. It feels so damn hot,” I said in whispering words. He moaned and grunted at each word.

  Now he moved faster and faster as he was jackhammering me. His cock dove deep infiltrating within me and his fingers squeezed my ass. I was so lost at the time and realized that I was moving to an epic shattering climax. That was it. Looking at his hot face and hot body while he fucked me had me over the edge.

  "I'm coming Connor! I'm coming. I'm coming!" I yelled and whispered the words and after that yelled it again as my body blasted into an epic climax that vibrated over my whole body. It felt so hot.