So. Rule number one in the military: never fuck your subordinates.
 
No one ever told General Hakamichi that.
 
Of course, no one ever told her that deaf-mute women can't be generals in the Imperial Japanese Army either. They also didn't tell her that you can't wear tight, short skirts as part of your regulation uniform. Or leave the top five buttons of your uniform blouse unbuttoned. Or that you can't wear thigh-high boots with it. Or that it's considered proper to also wear a bra under said unbuttoned uniform blouse.
 
No one ever told her that it's improper to give an Imperial Japanese Army colonel a blowjob in the driver's seat of a Type 95 tank either.
 
Which brings me to my current situation: which is, simply put, being naked in the driver's seat of a Type-95 tank while my superior officer squeezes my cock between her ample breasts and runs her lips and tongue over the tip, all while her executive officer somehow manages to straddle my shoulders and grind her pussy against my mouth.
 
I'm seriously not sure how she manages it. How does she find room? Looking up, I think she's grabbing onto the edge of the turret hatch and hanging off of it or something.
 
Seriously?
 
. . .
 
How the hell do I get into these situations?
 
Next thing I know General Hakamichi is climbing into my lap and lowering herself onto my stiff member and riding me like a filthy American cowgirl, while Lieutenant General Mikado continues to grind herself against my face.
 
It's about when I start to think that maybe having wild, passionate sex in a tank might not be the best idea that General Mikado accidentally bumps into the main gun controls and causes it to fire.
 
Thankfully, the shell doesn't actually hit anything aside from some unfortunate trees.
 
Unfortunately, it causes both General Mikado and I to give out a scream of terror. . . and in my case, a sudden flailing of limbs. . .
 
. . . that accidentally knocks loose the brakes.
 
I feel the world start to move. And not in a sexy way, either. More of a "HOLY SHIT I'M IN AN OUT-OF CONTROL TANK AND I HAVE NO PANTS ON AND I'M BALLS DEEP IN MY SUPERIOR OFFICER" sort of way.
 
It's about then that we hit the anti-tank mine and everything explodes.
 
Here's the next thing I see. . . I'm flying through the air. I'm pretty sure I'm on fire. There's a terrified woman sitting on my face, and I think she just peed herself from fear. And as I'm flying through the air, knowing that when I land, I'm going to die, only one thought passes through my mind. . .
 
. . . if I hump faster, maybe I can cum one last time before I hit the ground.