head of his cock over her face until there was nothing but a weak dribble left to decorate her lips and chin. The thoroughly humiliated girl knelt with head hung low, slumped shoulders heaving as she was forced to accept this lewd male offering. Gooey strings of cum festooned her delicate features like a sticky spider web, the residue slowly drying as it oozed down her chin.
She raised a hand to her brow to wipe away the worst of it, but a sharp word from him stopped her with her hand in mid-air. He liked the way she looked, he explained, smugly tucking his spent cock away. He turned away to leave Agent Mallory Channing kneeling there, naked, her features splattered with his cum.
In fact, he went on, lighting a cigarette, that he rather thought he could improve the picture with a contribution from his crewmen. Those two worthies had been watching the scene, with growing arousal and hard, obvious bulges pressing out the front of their pants. Now that their boss had satisfied himself, his underlings were welcomed to use Mallory for their own relief.
Naturally, the men leapt at the chance, taking positions on either side of the kneeling woman, unzipping, extracting their stiff erections for her attention. Dewayne’s cock was long and thin, slightly bowed, and tautly smooth, while the phallus that Merc took out was thick and sturdy, gnarled with veins, and already incredibly hard. Taking her limp hands, they placed one each on the powerfully aroused pricks. Mallory, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, knew it was best to jack them off quickly. Her long slim fingers, got a firm grip on each rigid penis and she began to piston her fists, masturbating the grinning crewmen with hard-determined pulls on their upright cocks.
Soon she had the two men grunting and gyrating. Dewayne was bucking his hips, while the big man tightened his muscular body. It didn’t take very much of this rough handling before she felt Dewayne’s cock began to jerk in her hand. She looked up at him as he wrenched his pulsing manhood free and aimed it down at her, pointing it towards her hair just as the first string of sperm flew through the air and landed with splat on the side of her thick mane. She flinched, but he followed her ducking head, coming in her hair, laying strings of the messy stuff all over the black folds at the side of her face; his partner climaxed with an urgent grunt, the big man spewing cum in an arc that splattered her twisting neck and chest, as he directed the spurting head towards her sleek-titted body. Thick wads of cum rained down on the naked girl, as the crewmen laughed and giggled.
As the eruptions weakened, they shook their cocks over her, sending the last few dribbles of cum down onto to her squirming body. Quite nonchalantly, they tucked themselves in, and stepped back to admire their handiwork, as Mallory knelt there with shoulders lowered, head hanging low. She was a mess! Wads and wads of creamy white cum decorated her face and nude body; her beautiful hair, matted with ropy gobs of the stuff. Seminal fluid dripped down to congeal in smears of glistening semen, leaving trails down her face and lips and upper chest, even her hands were sticky with cum.
As the two crewmen backed away, the Captain came forward to stand before his captive, booted feet widely planted. Because she knelt back on her folded legs, her head bowed, Mallory didn’t see the sneer of disdain crease his lips as he studied his naked, degraded prisoner. He reached down to grab her by the chin and lift her face up so that she found herself staring into those implacable pale eyes.
Mallory looked up into those eyes, her own seething with rage. It was the ultimate humiliation: an intelligent, well-educated woman like herself, a professional, highly trained in law enforcement, forced to her knees like common whore, made to service these crude bastards, her elegant features festooned with gooey strings of sticky cum.
He said not a word
She raised a hand to her brow to wipe away the worst of it, but a sharp word from him stopped her with her hand in mid-air. He liked the way she looked, he explained, smugly tucking his spent cock away. He turned away to leave Agent Mallory Channing kneeling there, naked, her features splattered with his cum.
In fact, he went on, lighting a cigarette, that he rather thought he could improve the picture with a contribution from his crewmen. Those two worthies had been watching the scene, with growing arousal and hard, obvious bulges pressing out the front of their pants. Now that their boss had satisfied himself, his underlings were welcomed to use Mallory for their own relief.
Naturally, the men leapt at the chance, taking positions on either side of the kneeling woman, unzipping, extracting their stiff erections for her attention. Dewayne’s cock was long and thin, slightly bowed, and tautly smooth, while the phallus that Merc took out was thick and sturdy, gnarled with veins, and already incredibly hard. Taking her limp hands, they placed one each on the powerfully aroused pricks. Mallory, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, knew it was best to jack them off quickly. Her long slim fingers, got a firm grip on each rigid penis and she began to piston her fists, masturbating the grinning crewmen with hard-determined pulls on their upright cocks.
Soon she had the two men grunting and gyrating. Dewayne was bucking his hips, while the big man tightened his muscular body. It didn’t take very much of this rough handling before she felt Dewayne’s cock began to jerk in her hand. She looked up at him as he wrenched his pulsing manhood free and aimed it down at her, pointing it towards her hair just as the first string of sperm flew through the air and landed with splat on the side of her thick mane. She flinched, but he followed her ducking head, coming in her hair, laying strings of the messy stuff all over the black folds at the side of her face; his partner climaxed with an urgent grunt, the big man spewing cum in an arc that splattered her twisting neck and chest, as he directed the spurting head towards her sleek-titted body. Thick wads of cum rained down on the naked girl, as the crewmen laughed and giggled.
As the eruptions weakened, they shook their cocks over her, sending the last few dribbles of cum down onto to her squirming body. Quite nonchalantly, they tucked themselves in, and stepped back to admire their handiwork, as Mallory knelt there with shoulders lowered, head hanging low. She was a mess! Wads and wads of creamy white cum decorated her face and nude body; her beautiful hair, matted with ropy gobs of the stuff. Seminal fluid dripped down to congeal in smears of glistening semen, leaving trails down her face and lips and upper chest, even her hands were sticky with cum.
As the two crewmen backed away, the Captain came forward to stand before his captive, booted feet widely planted. Because she knelt back on her folded legs, her head bowed, Mallory didn’t see the sneer of disdain crease his lips as he studied his naked, degraded prisoner. He reached down to grab her by the chin and lift her face up so that she found herself staring into those implacable pale eyes.
Mallory looked up into those eyes, her own seething with rage. It was the ultimate humiliation: an intelligent, well-educated woman like herself, a professional, highly trained in law enforcement, forced to her knees like common whore, made to service these crude bastards, her elegant features festooned with gooey strings of sticky cum.
He said not a word
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