Chapter 2
Fraulein Anna could not help but continue trembling in the presence of the Lieutenant Colonel.
Even though she kept silently telling herself how important it was for her to relax and hang loose, she continued to feel great tension. The thing that scared her the most was the realization that if she did not please this huge hunk of man, she would be killed. She wondered just how difficult he would be to please. He struck her as being extremely horny. Since he had mentioned a good deal about spending long periods of time on the battle front, she concluded that he no doubt would be in a hungry mood for a good deal of sex.
"Come on, I'm gonna tell you what to do. Just slide your legs. Part them a little," he barked out his command.
Anna could not help but recognize that Lieutenant Colonel Von Schumann was so much like a number of the German officers that she had met. He was very brisk and authoritative in everything that he did. She was happy about one thing, however, and that was the fact that he had evidenced very little cruelty thus far. The only thing that had really stung her was the way that his sturdy and steady fingers had manipulated sharply as he had addressed them to her breasts.
Von Schumann reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to plunge inside of her warm, wet pussy. At first his fingers concentrated on her thick pubic bush, after which he then manipulated his finger tips inside of her pink slit.
"Oh, this is so good," he said. "I love working my fingers inside of your mound. Ohhh, do I ever love this. Do I ever love feeling around with my fingers inside of your cunt. It's such a good feeling. Ohhh, I'm going to bring you off. Yes, Anna, that's going to relax you. I'm gonna push my fingers inside of you. Ohhh, what a feeling. What a feeling you're gonna get."
His fingers kept ever so steadily driving as he worked them briskly inside of her vagina. The quicker that his scorching pace became, the deeper that he plunged with his sturdy fingers as he pushed her ever nearer to orgasm. It made Von Schumann feel very good to recognize that the moistness was surfacing in his lover's pussy. He felt that if he could just bring her off once that he would propel her into an exciting enough frame of mind so that he could derive as much in the way of beneficial satisfaction as he wanted.
"Ohhh, what a pussy," Heinrich Von Schumann exclaimed. "I'm going to keep drilling with my fingers. I'll push them inside your slit. Ohhh, I love those feelings. I love plunging my fingers inside your hot mound. I'll bring you off. You see, it isn't all that bad, my dear. It isn't that bad at all. Ohhh, I'm gonna keep moving my fingers. Ohhh, we're getting very well acquainted. Ohhh, do I love it."
The deeper that the Lieutenant Colonel sank his fingers inside of his lover's mound, the closer that Anna was pushed toward climax. Even though she was still very fearful about her relationship with Von Schumann, she could not help but react to the quick, devastating finger plunges that he kept on manifesting as he worked his fingers deep inside of her hot, moist gash. A few quick, flaming finger strokes later, the juices bolted from her pussy, splashing from her slit and into his hand.
"Ohhh, oooh, you're off," he said.
"Yes, ohhh, it felt good," Anna sighed. "It really did, Lieutenant Colonel."
"You can call me Heinrich," he said, "for at least as long as I give you permission."
"Yes, Heinrich."
"Now I want you to do something for me," Heinrich smiled. "I want you to do down on your knees. Come on, fraulein. On your knees immediately."
Heinrich barked out a no-nonsense command. He reached out with both hands and made a quick, lunging grab for his lover's scalp. As he held on ever so tightly with both hands, he glided her downward toward her knees.
"Go ahead, get moving," Von Schumann exclaimed. "I want you to start sucking my asshole. Come on, Anna. Move your tongue. Move it methodically. I don't want it to be pushed too quickly at first. Just get it inside my asshole. Grind it."
His hips and ass cheeks twitched ever so slightly, demonstrating to Anna just how excited Heinrich Von Schumann really was. As he sat there poised on the edge of the bench, he waited as she pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to make its first contact with his asshole.
Her curling tongue kept on moving back and forth, manipulating slowly in the early stages.
"That's good, I don't care if you ease into it," Von Schumann exclaimed. "But just keep it up steadily. I don't want you to lose a beat. Come on, nice, steady movement. Ohhh, I really like that. Come on, just keep grinding with your tongue. Ohhh, work your tongue inside of my asshole."
Her tongue kept on wiggling, maintaining its methodical pace as she ground it back and forth, working it steadily inside of Heinrich Von Schumann's asshole.
The longer that she sucked, the harder that Heinrich asserted his fingers as he let them clutch tightly against her scalp.
"You can go faster now," Heinrich exclaimed. "Come on, just work your tongue inside of my asshole. I want you to grind with it. Come on, my darling. Come on, Anna. Work your tongue. Ohhh, work it inside of my ass. Grind it. Ohhh, come on, suck my asshole."
Her tongue kept on wiggling, maintaining itself as it drove ever deeper inside of his asshole. Soon Anna began to step up the pace, working her tongue with swift, devastating precision as she let it wiggle sharply and cover every crevice of his ass flesh.
"Keep grinding with your tongue," he gasped. "Ohhh, now you're working it faster. That's what I like. You're stepping up the pace. Work it quickly. Come on, fraulein. Just grind your tongue crisply. Keep working it inside my asshole."
He enjoyed every quick, decisive tongue thrust that she supplied. After a few more strokes, she heard him bark out a crisp command:
"All right, fraulein. Remove your tongue from my asshole. Now I want you to suck my balls. Just look at my sweaty balls. Suck my nuts. Come on, you're going to go down on my hard, German cock. You're going to bring me off. Ohhh, it feels so good. My asshole got such excitement. Start sucking my balls. Do it right now. I command you. Yes, suck my hot balls."
While his body rocked back and forth, Heinrich Von Schumann watched as his attentive lover reached up and began to allow her tongue to slide stirringly against his testicles. Back and forth she worked with her throbbing tongue, and the swifter that she drove it, the better enjoyment that he experienced throughout his whole body.
"That feels so good," he gasped. "Ohhh, I like the way you're going to work now with your tongue. You're doing it very well. Yes, fraulein. Ohhh, keep up that crisp action. Ohhh, keep on grinding. Yes, ohhh, grind with your tongue. Ahhh, come on, suck me. Suck my balls. Oh, it's such a good, wonderful feeling. Ohhh, you're going to eat my testicles. Then you're going to eat my prick. Ahhh, I really love it. Come on, suck me."
Her tongue kept on wiggling and twisting, driving ever so gracefully and speedily as she moved it back and forth against his warm, excited nuts.
"Okay, now I want you to start sucking my prick," he finally told her. "I expect a good suck job. Come on, eat my cock. Just eat my long, hard penis. Suck. Come on, suck me off."
His legs twitched as the Lieutenant Colonel watched his helpless lover reach down with her tongue and begin to glide it against the entire base of his fleshy tool.
"Okay, now I want you to concentrate on the tip of my prick," he said. "You're going to do it just the way I want you to. There will be no nonsense here. You're going to be a disciplined craftsman. You're going to learn just how to suck cock, my love. Fraulein, you will be thanking me by the time that this is over, thanking me for teaching you how it should be done."
His legs kept on kicking back and forth as her tongue worked spiritedly, grinding up and down the full length of his long, excited peter. She concentrated on the tip of his stiff and sturdy tool for a few strokes, after which she then began to manipulate her tongue against the full length of his devastated stem.
"A few more strokes is all I'm going to need," he told her. "Ohhh, every drop is going to spill. It's all going to shoot out of the end of my prick. Ohhh, you're going to swallow it. Yes, you're going to swallow the hot stuff. You'll swallow every drop. Ohhh, oooh, ohhh, this is good."
His hips kept rocking back and forth as she worked with her solid tongue, grinding it against his steaming, sweaty flesh, which had been exposed to the steam room for so long.
Anna could tell from the heavy gasping sounds that he sent forth just how close the Lieutenant Colonel was to the point when all of the juices would spill from the end of his long, agitated cock.
"Keep it up," he called out crisply. "Yes, this is what I need. I need this kind of tongue action. Ohhh, you're doing just what I tell you."