Chapter 9
As Rebecca kept on gliding her fingers up and down the long, torrid surface of the Commandant's cock, he thought once more back to Sylvia.
Immediately a tense sweat surfaced on his forehead as he thought about just how much sensitivity he had shown. Surely he had to do something to prove that he wasn't all that sensitively drawn, and that Sylvia was nothing more than a member of the crowd. He would prod Rebecca to her greatest heights, after which he would return back to normal.
"Come on, work your fingers faster," Schumann barked out a terse order. "Faster, come on, bitch. You're nothing but a bitch, you've never been anything but a bitch, and you will always be a bitch. So keep moving your fingers against my pecker. Move them fast."
Her sturdy fingers kept on commandingly driving as they slid up and down his hard, excited phallus.
"Start sucking my balls," the Commandant said. "I expect the best attention from you. Come on, work your tongue, bitch. Work it against my testicles. Grind your tongue. Come on, let it sweep. Grind with everything you have, bitch."
Schumann began to gasp and his legs and arms started to rock in a state of wild ecstasy as his lover let her tongue carom back and forth ever so assertively as it gripped" against his balls, The more quickly that she plunged her tongue against his testicles, the closer that he moved toward the state of a wild climax. While her tongue kept on grinding against his nuts, she fingered his cock ever so firmly, planting her fingers against it more rigidly than before as she did her utmost to bring the Commandant to a wild and purposeful climax.
"That's it, you blonde whore," the Commandant said. "Just grind your tongue a few moments more against my balls. Then I want you to move it up toward my prick. Come on, tongue me. Yes, ohhh, move your lightning tongue. Move it eagerly."
Her steadily rotating tongue slashed with piston like effectiveness for a few moments more, after which she suddenly withdrew it from his scorching nuts. The Commandant looked down at his bulging balls, then recognized how badly he would have to get his cock juices off.
"Fast," he gulped. "Come on, darling, move your tongue against my prick. Ohhh, you little bitch. Do you ever know how to cock suck. You've given me plenty of beautiful finger attention, so now you can suck me off. So now you can grind your tongue against my peter."
She moved her tongue forward, letting it grind against the tip of her lover's cock. As it worked solidly against his warm, agitated flesh, Rebecca allowed her fingers to grip sharply against his balls. The tighter that she squeezed them, the more rapidly and forcefully that she tongued his huge, excited cock as she pushed him that much nearer to the state of a beautiful climax.
"Suck me off," he said. "Yes, pig, ohhh, suck me off."
The Commandant's ass cheeks wiggled as Rebecca ground her fingers against his testicles. The faster that she clutched against his balls, the more quickly that she asserted her swift, knifing tongue as she manipulated it up and down the full length of his hard, excited penis.
"I'm gonna juice," he sighed. "Ahhh, the stuffs gonna pour out of me. Suck me. Come on, come on, suck me off."
A few quick, steady tongue movements later, the juices began to pour from the end of the Commandant's long, thoroughly captivated cock. His legs and ass cheeks twisted and kicked as she went after every drop of his excited, fiery liquid.
"Go ahead," he said. "Come on, you little whore. You've swallowed a lot of cream in your day. You're gonna swallow the Commandant's precious cream. Come on, ohhh, bitch, whore, pig, suck. Come on, suck."
The Commandant reached down and began to slap at Rebecca's ass cheeks. He heaved deep sighs as he watched the hot, steaming liquid continue to splash from the end of his long, excited organ and into her mouth.
"Every drop of it," he said. "Come on, pig. Ooooh, ahhh, come on, every drop."
He slapped even harder than before, listening to the familiar sound of his ringing hands crackling against Rebecca's firm, silky white ass flesh. He watched as her tongue continued to rotate with steady precision, grinding back and forth in- her mouth as she caught the droplets of his steaming, flowing juice.
When she removed her tongue from his hard organ, Gustav stretched out and relaxed for several moments. He looked up at Rebecca, who was perched on her knees, awaiting his next barking command.
"Don't just sit there like a dummy," the Commandant said angrily. "Reach down. Grab for my cock. Come on, pump new life back into it. I'm going to juice again. I'm gonna keep juicing. I'm gonna be a juice machine tonight. The juices are gushing out of my long, excited Nazi cock. You're with a virile man. Somebody who really knows how to fuck. Somebody who knows how to get the ultimate out of his body."
"I know, Commandant," she nodded.
"Then get to work. Start grinding your fingers. Move them. Yes, you must move them."
Her finger reached down and made a grab for the Commandant's still-hard organ, which had lost just a little rigidity as a result of his last orgasm.
"Come on, work those fingers crisply," Schumann barked. "I won't take no for an answer. Come on, keep on grinding with your fingers. Let them stab. Really let them move. Push them around. Push them against my prick."
Her fingers moved with flowing, graceful impact. The quicker that she responsively glided them against his stinging, excited member, the more eagerness that he felt rippling through his whole body.
Rebecca's fingers kept on stepping up the pace, grinding more eagerly and rapidly than before. She held on ever so tightly as she let them clutch against his hot cock, which would be ready to explode again very quickly.
"You can turn loose now," he said. 'Turn your fingers loose from my prick."
When she released her fingers from her lover's cock, he heaved a sigh, then decided to proceed with some vigorous sucking.
The Commandant remembered how much he had been enamored with the smooth texture and the trim lines of Rebecca's legs. He reached out with his long, pressing, red tongue, letting it grind up and down her left leg. He paid particular attention to her thigh, moving his tongue along every creamy crevice, watching as Rebecca's ass cheeks glided from side to side under his quick, probing thrusts.
While the tongue action continued, he reached down and grabbed for Rebecca's warm, flowing ass cheeks. His finger tightly squeezed against her buttocks, and all the while he kept on twisting with his tongue, grinding it with great zeal as it kept on working, generating new enthusiastic movement.
After leaving a lengthy trail of saliva along her left leg, the Commandant then decided to go to work against Rebecca's right leg, repeating the same quick, explosive movements as he worked his tongue with feverish joy and desire as he planted it up and down her hot, invigorated leg.
"Commandant, ohhh, what a tongue you have," Rebecca said. "You're such a man. Ohhh, do I ever love you. Do I ever love what you do to me. Even if you hurt me I like it. Ohhh, what inspiring tongue movements."
The Commandant's rigid tongue kept on probing as it worked against her fleshy thigh. When he removed it, he decided that it was time to let it go to work steadily against her pussy.
Then the Commandant reached out with his trembling right hand, allowing his finger tips to glide ever so softly as he worked them inside of her pussy lining. The swifter that his fingers penetrated, the faster that Rebecca's hips and ass cheeks jerked steadily as they moved from side to side.
"Suck me," Rebecca said. "Please, suck me. Ohhh, please move your tongue. Ohhh, do whatever you want, Commandant, but don't let me feel this way for very long. I must have my release. Ooooh, ohhh, you can give me that release, Commandant. Your beautiful, precious tongue can do it."
If there was one thing that was ever destined to trigger the Commandant's lusty passions, it was receiving some glowing compliments from one of the beautiful women he used as a mistress. He thought back to the many times that he had fucked Rebecca, those wonderful occasions in the early period of their association.
He removed his fingers from Rebecca's pussy, then decided it was time to put his tongue to work. He drove it ever so quickly inside of her moist, pink box. Every now and then he would let his tongue tickle and tingle her pubic hairs, and as he did, he reached out and made a grab for her buttocks. He held on tightly, pressing his fingers with firmness against her fleshy ass cheeks as he buried his tongue deep inside of her burning female organ. All the while he was driving her ever nearer to the state of a glorious, erotic conclusion.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, Commandant," she gasped. "You tongue is so beautiful. Ohhh, the way you're working it inside me. I love it. I love those movements. Keep grinding with your tongue. Ooooh, ahhh, ohhh, keep on tonguing me. Just slide your tongue. Ohhh, push it inside my pussy. Ooooh, ohhh, come on, really grind your tongue. Grind it fast, Commandant. I'm gonna be juicing in your mouth. What a wonderful feeling. Ooooh, ahhh, keep manipulating your tongue. Keep manipulating it, my darling."
His swift, racing tongue kept on making its penetrating headway, grinding solidly as it worked inside of her pink nest. A few flowing strokes later, the juices began to pour out of her pussy, splashing inside of the Commandant's mouth.
The Commandant was suddenly beginning to feel a little more liberated. Perhaps all he needed was the fuck from Rebecca, he thought, and now that he had been sucked off by her and had had her juice inside of his mouth, he was prepared to launch into some more swift cock activity.
The Lieutenant Colonel reached down and ever so pridefully grabbed hold of his cock. He moved his fingers up and down the firm base of his dick, every now and then concentrating on the action at the tip of its bulbous head.
When the Commandant removed his fingers from his hot peter, he looked down at Rebecca's still twisting ass cheeks. She had been propelled into a state of such tempestuous passion that she wasn't about to slow down any time soon. Her buttocks kept grinding, twisting back and forth as she lay there, panting loudly.
"Commandant, do with me as you will," she said. "I'm nothing more than your slimy whore. I'm of service to you. I'll do anything for you."
"You sound like a very well-trained girl," the Commandant laughed. "All right, bitch. So I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to give you a beautiful fuck. Turn over. Come on, get on your hands and knees. I'm fucking your ass. I'm gonna hurt your asshole. I'm gonna pound my hot flesh into your bowels, and then empty my juices."
"It sounds wonderful," she said. "I can withstand the pain. I can withstand anything, just as long as it's with you, Commandant."
Rebecca got down on her hands and knees. The Lieutenant Colonel reached out with his right index finger, allowing it to begin probing inside of her tight anal slit.
"That feels so good," the Commandant laughed. "I'm in your ass hole. The same ass hole I fucked so many times. What an ass hole it is."
"Keep your finger pushing inside of it," Rebecca gulped. "Gustav, ohhh, Gustav finger my ass. Finger my ass hole. Come on, keep pushing your finger inside of it. I love the sensation."
The Lieutenant Colonel continued his stiff, driving onslaught, working his finger energetically as he let it clutch and stab, moving affirmative as it progressed ever so deeply inside of Rebecca's anus.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Fuck my ass. Ohhh, fuck my ass."
Eventually the Commandant remove his finger from Rebecca's sensation-ridden ass hole. It pained ever so tantalizingly. She had grown so accustomed to the pain as a result of her thorough indoctrination training that she had learned to love it. Now her broiling legs were trembling with overpowering desire as she looked forward to getting ass fucked by this hot, all-commanding being, the strapping Lieutenant Colonel who was eager to once again derive some sexual thrills.
She listened to the sounds of the Commandant's steaming breath as she let her hips enthusiastically twist from side to side. The Commandant reached out and made a grab for Rebecca's buttocks. His fingers held on tightly as he thrusted his huge, hammering penis forward.
"I'm going to be in you," he said. "I'm fucking your asshole. Ohhh, ahhh, I want to fuck your ass. I want to juice inside of your ass hole. What a feeling. Oooh, ohhh, ahhh, am I ever ripping inside of you. I love every fucking stab."
The Commandant kept on briskly driving his hot, all-conquering prick forward. The sharper that he energetically stabbed with it inside of her anal passage, the closer that he moved toward that invigorating point when all of the flowing juices would spill from the end of his torrid peter and into her ass hole.
The faster that the Commandant ass fucked Rebecca, the harder that he slapped at her ass cheeks. Even though they had reddened and she was feeling a good deal of pain from his steady slaps, Rebecca wasn't about to complain or in any way feel intimidated. No, she had all of that behind her. Now she was a thoroughly indoctrinated girl who lived for the pleasure of the Nazi High Command. Her ass cheeks moved back and forth and her ass muscles tightened as the Commandant kept on driving his prick ever deeper into her hot bowels, propelling himself ever so sternly as he moved toward climax.
"Get ready," he gulped. "My broiling cock is ready to explode. Ooooh, ahhh, what sensations. Oooh, ahhh, it's juicing. Yes, ohhh, the juices are racing out of it. I love this feeling. Oooh, ahhh, it's glorious, ohhh, it's wonderful. Oooh, ahhh, what a fuck. What a beautiful, wonderful fuck."
His stiff, sturdy prong kept on driving at a decisive clip as he worked it deep inside of her hot hole. When the Commandant removed his peter from her ass hole, he looked at her and smiled.
"So you really are some kind of bitch," he laughed. "But you're the kind of bitch that I love to fuck."
Rebecca did not even have to be told this time to run her fingers up and down the Commandant's hard cock.
She panted ever so excitedly as she reached down with both hands and gripped the tip of his still-hard instrument, but one which had wilted slightly after his last orgasm.
She looked up at the Commandant, observing that his face had reddened and that his steely blue eyes were more determined than ever. She had seen that same expression on the Commandant's face many times before, and she knew what it portended. This rigid Nazi disciplinarian would have at least one, if not two more orgasms to dispel inside of her, and she thrilled at the prospect of receiving them.