Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Betty’s eyes lit up with hungry anticipation as she moved up my restrained body. “Yes, sir,” she breathed, positioning herself over my face. “Viola, you’re going to learn exactly how to please a woman with your mouth now. It will be much easier for you if you remember you have no choice.”
I cried out in shock and shame as she lowered herself onto my face, the hot folds of her lightly furred pussy pressing against my lips. The musky taste of her arousal filled my mouth as she quickly began to ride me with increasing urgency, her hips moving in demanding circles.
“Use your tongue,” she gasped, her hands gripping the headboard for leverage. “That’s it… just like that…”
I felt Colonel Quinst moving between my spread thighs, his hands tracing patterns on my sensitive skin. When his mouth found my sex, I moaned against Betty’s flesh, the vibrations making her cry out in pleasure.
“Exquisite,” he murmured, his tongue exploring me thoroughly. “You taste like honey, Viola. Absolutely delicious.” He lifted his head and I whimpered into his wife’s sex, begging for more.
“My goodness,” Colonel Quinst said, his breath hot against my most sensitive places, “look how prominent your little clitoris has become, Viola. All this training has made you quite a randy little thing, hasn’t it?”
His words sent fresh shame spiraling through me even as Betty ground herself more insistently against my mouth, her breathing becoming ragged with approaching climax. I tried to focus on serving my Mistress properly, my tongue working desperately against her slick folds as she rode my face with increasing abandon.
“Such a swollen little bud,” the colonel continued, his voice clinical yet hungry. “I think it deserves special attention.”
Without warning, his teeth closed gently around that most sensitive part of me, the careful pressure making me scream into Betty’s sex. The sensation was overwhelming—part pleasure, part pain, entirely consuming. My hips bucked helplessly against his mouth as he worried the tender flesh with deliberate precision.
“Oh, yes,” Betty gasped above me, her thighs trembling as my muffled cries vibrated against her. “She’s… she’s so good at this already…”
Colonel Quinst’s fingers joined his mouth, sliding deep inside me with practiced skill. The double assault shattered what little control I had left, and I came with devastating force, my body convulsing against the restraints as Betty ground herself harder against my face.
“That’s it,” the colonel murmured against my flesh, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm. “Come for us, Viola. Show us how much you need this.”
Betty’s own climax followed moments later, her cries echoing through the bedroom as she shuddered above me. When she finally lifted herself away, I gasped for air, my face slick with her essence, my body still trembling from the intensity of my release.
“Beautiful,” Colonel Quinst said, rising to his knees between my spread thighs. His massive cock stood proudly erect, thick and demanding in a way that made my recently satisfied body clench with renewed need. “I’m quite certain you need this inside you now, don’t you, Viola?”
“Yes,” I whispered, the admission torn from my throat without conscious thought. “Please, Guardian, I need… I need your cock.”
He reached for the restraints at my ankles, freeing my legs with efficient movements. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
In one fluid motion, he lifted me from the bed, his strong arms positioning me so that I straddled his thighs as he knelt on the mattress. My wrists remained bound above my head, the position leaving me completely at his mercy as he guided his enormous manhood to my entrance.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his ice-blue eyes boring into mine. “I want to see your face when I fuck you.”
CHAPTER 16
Hendren
I watched from my embassy study, my fascination growing at nearly the same rate at which my own cock lengthened along my thigh, as Colonel Quinst positioned his manhood—which I had to admit to be the equal of mine—at the opening to Viola’s lovely, bare cunt. The high-definition feed captured every detail with exquisite clarity—my fuck toy’s face flushed with desperate need, her dark eyes wide with that beautifully balanced mixture of shame and hunger that never failed to arouse me.
The colonel’s military precision seemed to extend even to this intimate moment. He held himself perfectly still, the swollen head of his cock just barely breaching her slick folds, forcing her to feel the tremendous girth of his erection without giving her the satisfaction of being filled.
“Tell your Guardian exactly what you need,” he commanded, his voice carrying the same authority I had heard him use with subordinates during our embassy meetings.
“Please,” Viola gasped, her bound wrists pulling vainly at the restraints as she tried to force herself down onto his shaft. “Please… I… please…”
On the video stream, I could see the conflict in her eyes as she looked into the colonel’s face. He didn’t have to issue a command: he knew that Viola, former president of a planet, knew exactly how shamefully she needed to submit to get what she needed so very badly. Her words came out in a sob of humiliation.