"Aim for the chest!"

You lean further back on your haunches to give him a nice easy target. He moves so that he's looming over you, ready to blast your bare breasts with his baby batter.

Right now you want it so bad. Right now you love the idea of him using and **** your hot body the way you always wanted a hot slut to use and **** when you were a man. And right now you love begging for it the way you always wanted that same hot slut to beg for your own cock, back a lifetime ago before you had what right now seems the wonderfully amazing fortune of becoming that hot, cock-crazed slut.

"Take the shot already!" you call out, "Blow this bitch away."

"Cut the chatter!" he groans, as he blasts a stream of cum across the top of your breasts. A second burst splatters over your left nipple. It feels so good being painted with his warm seed. You let out a long moan, lifting your left boob and craning your neck so that you can lick some of that tasty, salty semen off of the nipple. You look back up, giving him a satisfied smile while you settle your back onto the floor and rub the cum around all over your chest.

"Mmmm. Target subdued." you report.

"Affirmative." he chuckles, standing over you, and letting another droplet of cum fall onto your knee.

"So what's the next command, Master Chief?" you ask, licking some of the cum off your fingers.