Up Periscope!

‘There you are, sergeant – your last item. That concludes the search - of my clothes at least - so I will now take care of this man.’ Naked, still facing the sergeant, she backed up to the corporal. At the approach of her broad bottom, Scott guided the head of his weapon, up between her vertical lips. ‘Now keep quite still, corporal, I’m coming down very slowly to help keep your penis straight.’
‘OK, ma’am, he’s straight and bonny for ye.’
The sergeant could not believe his eyes. ‘Ma’am!’
But she wasn’t listening. She carefully aligned herself with the man on the chair and lowered herself onto him. She gave out a gasp as she impaled herself, then closed her eyes as she sat slowly back and let his cock slide smoothly right up inside her, without a single buckle.
Scott’s arms automatically wrapped themselves around the woman’s waist, taking and squeezing a large breast in each hand. Very slowly and carefully she moved up, then down.
‘Don’t squeeze quite so hard, corporal.’
‘Ooooh ... Aaaah … Sorry, ma’am. Is that better?’ He cupped her tits from below, lifting them high for his sergeant’s inspection.
‘Ah ... That’s just right,’ she moaned.
‘Ma’am! This is outrageous! Regulations –’
‘Emergency medical treatment – Aaaah – always comes first, sergeant. You should know that. This man is in serious risk of bursting a blood vessel unless his pressure is fully relieved. Aaaah! This is a practical way of achieving that end in these unusual circumstances. Now corporal, do you feel nice and straight, ready for me to move around a bit faster?’
‘Oh aye, ma’am. Ah ... Faster please.’
As the sergeant watched in disbelief, the female officer gave up all pretence of being gentle with her corporal. Her bottom bobbed rapidly up and down, then rotated around, grinding into him. She went faster and faster. Inevitably they both started to moan.