"Look--have I... have I offended you in some way?" I ask. He seems a bit taken aback by my sudden boldness. He raises his hands in the air, palms facing me, saying,
"Ms. Dalia, I simply don't have time to waste with people who waste mine." I can't believe this shit. Ten minutes late and the General has lost all respect for me.
I'm going to show this dick that just because I'm not in uniform doesn't mean I'm not ready to serve.
"I can see that we're not going to get anywhere this way..." My fingertips of glinting red nail polish caress their way up the side of my thigh and curl beneath my short black skirt to lift it just a bit higher. "Perhaps there is... another way we could go about getting what I need from you."
Sanders shakes his head, as if he had just heard defiance from a soldier's mouth. But at least I got him to blink.
"Ms. Dalia?"
My tongue darts to one corner of my mouth, slicking across my upper lip, leaving a wet sheen that glints in the dim light of the room.
"What if I sucked your cock right here, right now? Would that move things along in the right direction?" His eyes go wide.
General Sanders stands up from his chair with clenched fists, looking indignant. A thick vein bulges on his neck, pulsing in annoyance at my words.
"Do you mean to disrespect me, here, in my own quarters?"
I get up from my chair, taking a few bold steps toward him. I won't allow myself to be turned down by this man, powerful as he may be.
"General--you of all people should know what battles to fight..." I get up close enough to trace an index finger across his rippling pectoral. His tight green shirt seems to burst at the seams, stretched by the taut skin beneath. "And this is one I never lose."
His brow furrows and his fists shake at his sides. Before he has a chance to respond, my finger presses against his puffed lips as if to silence them.
"Shhh..." I pinch the cleft of his chin, saying, "Just relax, and let me give you something you deserve."
My hand wraps the nape of his neck to bring him in close. I press the flat of my tongue against his chin, sensually licking upward across his lips.
Then our lips connect in a drugging kiss while a deft hand works at his belt buckle. The fire in his eyes cools and his eyelids droop shut. A woman like me knows how to tame the fury of a soldier.
When my fingers dip past the hem of his camo pants, the General lets out a long, soft moan. Apparently, General Sanders likes to go commando.
As my hand dives deeper, he seems to catch himself. His eyes shoot wide and he grips my forearm tight.
"If you start this," he says with a stern, biting stare, "you'd better be prepared to finish it." Sanders reaches around my waist to pull me in against the firmness of his chest. His bulging abdomen feels like steel against my round belly.
"Don't worry, General. I know how this ends." My fingers wrap delicately around his shaft and give it a gentle stroke. "The only thing I'm unsure of is if I'll be able to fit your whole cock down my naughty little throat..."
And it is enormous. As his dick grows in my hand, I can tell that getting it all down will be difficult. Luckily, I'm a girl who enjoys a good challenge.
The General grunts and his head tilts back when I cup his ball sac, tickling playfully at his scrotum.
A tent is rising in the crotch of pants like a beast rattling the bars of its cage, waiting to be unleashed. My other hand moves in to unzip his fly, and his thick, stiff dick springs forth. It throbs in the softness of my hand, dribbling precum that drips onto the cold concrete floor.
Getting down on my knees, I guide the head of his dick to my puckered lips. Staring up at General Sanders through long, fluttering lashes of dark mascara and deep purple eye shadow, I plant a soft kiss at the tip.
"Mmmm..." I moan, lapping at the clear fluid dribbling off the end. For such a grizzled sort of man, General Sanders actually tastes pretty sweet.
I smear his precum around my lips like a kind of chapstick. My eyes shift, lustfully gazing down at his throbbing dick.
My eyes widen instinctively and my tongue circles around billowy lips, ready to devour.
When the tip of him pushes past my lips, General Sanders groans and grips a clump of hair at the top of my head. Then his leg twitches when I continue lowering myself down onto his cock.
I can tell it's been a long time since he's gotten any. His cock seems to pulse and beat with the pent up load of a decade.
His cock slips in the warm wetness of my mouth as I push him in, deeper...
I'm only halfway down when the impulse to gag hits me. Tears begin to well in my eyes as I begin to choke on his cock, trying desperately to shove it down my esophagus. General Sanders smirks and laughs,
"Is that really all you got? I thought you knew how to suck cock." But I won't let this asshole get into my head.
I am determined to get him all the down.
The muscles of my throat spasm and burn, squeezing tight around his cock as it slides dipper into the dark, wet hole of my throat.
Thick beads of saliva trickle from my lips while I drool all over his cock, rolling over his pulsing veins and dripping off his balls.
"Agh!" He groans when I'm nearly all the way down, and I can't help but smirk a little.
This hard ass thought I was an amateur...
Then I gargle and slurp the rest of him down, connecting my nose to the hardness of his abdomen at last. Another thick spurt of saliva jets from my mouth, wetting his dark pubes.
I stare up at General Sanders, with bloodshot eyes, dark tears rolling off my cheeks. His face is a tight grimace, like he's already holding back the urge to cum right down my slippery throat.
Then his grip on my hair tightens and he starts pushing and pulling my head up and down along his cock. When his cock emerges from the tight suction of my lips, it seems to glow in the flickering light above us.
Again and again, Sanders thrusts my head onto his cock as I drool and suck. My lips wrap the base of his cock and my nose scrunches against his rippling six-pack. Grunting and groaning, he face fucks me like a dirty whore.
And it might be true--but at least this will get me what I need from him.
"God... damn..." Sanders seems to be having trouble holding back. The gag reflex forces my throat to squeeze every inch of his cock, stroking it like a sopping wet pussy.
I gargle and gulp down his giant dick, determined to coax his spunk deep into my esophagus.
"Fuck! I'm gonna fuckin'... " And then I feel it--his thick, warm load colliding with the very back of my mouth. It coats the lining of my throat and I am forced to swallow, guzzling every drop as it continues to jet from his pulsating cock.
"Mmm--mm--" I moan, choking in gargled words. His cum is viscous and endless. His cock pulses against the walls of my throat, spraying his semen down my throat.
I gulp and swallow the gushing stream of cum, feeling the warmth flowing down into my stomach.
But rather than feeling satisfied, something is excited within me. An overwhelming urge to explore the slut buried in my psyche. A hunger for more. More cocks to suck. More cum to swallow. I need more.
******
"G--General?" A steel door in the corner of the room creaks open. A bit of the General’s cum trickles from my bottom lip while his cock is still firmly lodged in my esophagus.
On a normal day, this might be a totally humiliating situation. But today, the sight of the man with the broad shoulders standing in the doorway with his jaw on the floor just turns me on.
"You're just in time, private!" General Sanders says, pulling me off his cock at last. I gargle up a bubbly mixture of spit and cum that dribbles from his shaft as my lips slide off. Finally, I collapse backward onto the hard floor and gasp for air.
Another man peeks out from behind the first, looking just as shocked.
The General brings his attention back to me, saying, "These are Privates Tyler and Jason." He motions for them to step into the room. They immediately snap
out of their daze and rush to meet their General's command.
They move quickly and stand attentively in the center. They were obviously well trained, and knew better than to ask questions.
"This young lady here was just demonstrating how well she can service a cock." Their eyes shift quickly, looking down at me hacking and wheezing on the floor, then back toward the General. "It would seem you're both just in time for her to show you how much of a whore she can really be."
A rising heat builds between my legs at his words. I can feel myself getting wet. Wet and ready for two new gentlemen joining the party.
"Privates," he says sharply, "remove your uniforms. Pronto!" And they do as instructed without hesitation.
Tyler and Jason are real soldiers. They are tough and grizzled, with jaws carved like stone. Their rippling chests seem to tear the fibers of their thin shirts. They had loyal eyes, fierce and fearless, determined to train and always prepared.
But are they prepared to handle me?
My tongue curls at one corner of my mouth. My eyes glint as they fall upon two well-endowed cocks growing stiffer in the moment of hopeful anticipation.
I moan softly as my body writhes on the floor, dipping a hand beneath my panties to feel the wetness there. My hands begin to move almost on their own, slipping off my skirt and black panties off my ankles in one fluid motion.
Almost without realizing it, my bra has slipped off to reveal my creamy breasts and my legs are already spread eagle in the air.
The General nods to Jason and Tyler saying, "Privates, it's time to do your duty." My wet pussy quivers in anticipation at the sound of his deep voice. His words seem to reverberate against the concrete walls as the soldiers move toward me with focused intention.
Jason positions himself between my legs, and Tyler above my head. With a playful little wink, I guide Jason's cock to my soggy entrance. The head of his cock twitches between my wet folds and I can't help but giggle.
How long has it been since either of these men felt the inside of a woman?
For a brief moment, Jason turns his attention back toward the General, looking for some sort of confirmation. When the General nods, he turns toward me with apprehensive, eyes asking for permission.
"Ungh!--" I moan, thrusting my hips upward at an angle so that his cock slips just inside me. The girth of his cock spreads my walls apart and my legs jolt.
My tightness wraps around the neck of his cock and Jason grunts out a deep moan.
Tyler places one foot on either side of my head so that his balls are hanging above my face, blocking out the only light source in the room and casting a dark shadow upon Jason and me.
He lowers himself slowly until his scrotum taps my forehead. I watch Tyler's cock growing as he strokes it with a calloused hand, watching Jason's body tense as he enters deeper inside me.
Jason's head droops into my tits when he's about half way and he gives pause--the sweaty skin of his belly clinging to mine. I reach around to grab Jason's ass, pushing him in deeper from behind.
He shakes his head and scrunches is face, as if going any further would be too much for him to handle.
"Now's not the time for hesitation, soldier," I whisper. "Your orders are to fuck me." Tyler's erect cock throbs just above my face as he strokes along the shaft, up to the tip. A bit of his precum dribbles on to the spot between my eyebrows.
With a forceful shove, Jason throws his full weight onto me. My knees knock against my ribcage when his dick bottoms out at my cervix.
"Unnngh!" I wail, feeling Jason's massive girth splitting me apart. The pain is sudden and intense--yet a subtle tingling pleasure rolls through my senses, causing my body to worm and writhe on the cold cement.
A sinister grin spreads across my face, and the whispered words escape my lips,
"I want you to cum inside me..."
And with that, Jason props himself up, beginning to move with a sudden determination. He grabs hold of my ribcage, impaling me onto his cock with every bulging muscle of his lower back.
My moans echo through the room as my fingernails dig into Jason's ass cheeks, holding him against me. My tongue moves on its own, circling sensually around my lips, inviting Tyler to enter my mouth.
Another silver string of fluid drips from his eager cock, this time landing along the ridge of my nose.
"I'm going to suck that dick dry of cum," I tell him. "Fuck my throat and make me gag like a dirty whore." My mouth opens wide and my tongue stick out.
Tyler grips the neck of his cock with a thumb and forefinger, angling it downward at my gaping mouth. The tip presses against the flat of my tongue, rolling over my tiny tastebuds and down into the warm, wet darkness of my naughty throat.
Tyler squats down, straddled across my face, spelunking into my esophagus. The front of my neck bulges at the girth of him and my gag reflex activates. He is even bigger than his General.
I retch and choke on his Tyler's cock while Jason beats against my cervix. General Sanders stands beside us still dripping cum, arms cross but looking pleased.
His soldiers are meeting the call of duty.
They moan together in unison, drilling into me with throbbing cocks, stretching my insides. Their rhythmic thrusting into my wet holes intensifies. My back arches and my body twists to the will of their forceful penetration.
I can sense they are becoming desperate to cum.
"Easy there, boys." The General step forward, signaling for them to stop, and Jason and Tyler are immediately still. With their massive cocks still lodged inside me, the General says,
"I want to hear her beg for it." I cough and groan Tyler's cock. He wants me to beg? What did I do to piss this guy off so much? But I can't possibly show weakness now, not in front of this asshole.
"M--More!" I try to say, but it comes out like gargled noise. But I wanted--needed more. The truth is I want to be fucked like a rag doll and treated like a filthy slut.
I want Jason and Tyler to fill me from both ends.
"No. I want to hear it from her, loud and clear," the General says coldly, staring down at me with contempt in his eyes. How much more of a whore can I possibly be? But I've gone much too far to give up now.
Jason pushes against my thighs as Tyler lifts himself to his feet. My fluids cling to their cocks as they pull out, slowly. The tightness of my pussy grips Jason's throbbing dick, not wanting to let go.
My tongue laps along Tyler's shaft as it emerges from my lips, teasing it just a little bit more. He grunts and grimaces when it's finally all the way out, dripping with thick saliva.
He was so close...
Jason flips me over so I'm on my hands and knees. My pussy aches; my throat burns with soreness. Tears gush from my swollen eyes and roll off my crimson cheeks. But I haven't had enough. Not yet.
Jason grips my ass from behind and Tyler lifts my chin with a curled index finger. They want to enter me again, but require permission from their superior officer first. They both turn toward General Sanders, looking expectantly.
"Well?" He says. My hair falls over my face and my head droops while I'm gasping for air.
"I--I want it." I try between breaths. As much as I might be enjoying this, I'm not accustomed to being utterly humiliated.
"Want what?" The General is persistent. He isn't going to stop until I give him what he wants.
"I want--" I choke.
"What do you think boys? Should we teach this bitch a lesson?"
"I think so, sir," Jason smirks. My body jolts at the stinging pain traveling from my ass up my spine. My back arches and I wince. When Jason peels his hand from my ass cheek, a red spot is left where he spanked me.
"Tell me you want it," the General commands. Jason lands another hard blow and I gasp.
"I--"
SMACK!
I plead with my eyes--don't make me do this!
SMACK!
"Say it!
SMACK!
My pussy quivers at the shooting pain. My wet juices tri
ckle between my thighs. I wail and moan with every callous strike against my ass. My hips buck out of reflex and my ass shakes in the air, begging for more.
SMACK!
"Tell us you're a whore who will fuck anyone to get what she wants!"
SMACK!
"Okay--Okay!" I scream, squinting in pain. "I'm a dirty whore who fucks to get what she wants! And I fucking like it--okay?"
And with that, I grab Tyler by the hips and shove his erect cock down my throat, sucking and slurping wildly up and down his entire length. I don't care about being humiliated anymore. I don't care about the fucking interview, either.
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