Let the Battle Commander continue

Tyson leers down at you as his hand slides lower and lower. You stop your struggling beneath him as his thumb brushes over the mound of your pussy outlined by the skin-tight training suit. He drags his thumb along your slit, pressing the fabric between your lower lips to further expose the shape of your swollen sex. He releases his hold on your wrists and wraps his big hand around your throat, gives it a squeeze, then moves his hand to the compressed mound of your breast.

His fingers jam against your clit through the fabric and he leans over you, pressing his lips to yours and thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You submit to his touch and moan against his kiss. Thrills of sexual pleasure surge through your body and as he kisses you and strokes you with his fingers you begin to grind your hips against his fingers. Suddenly you feel the heat of your orgasm explode from your clit sending powerful ripples of pleasure through your muscles and causing you to arch your back up off the training chamber's floor and thrust yourself against his diddling digits.

Your orgasmic explosion recedes and you lower your shapely ass back to the mat on quivering thighs. Tyson kneels beside you and slides his muscular body out of the singlet he is wearing. The huge lump of his cock unfurls into the biggest dick you have ever seen, thick, veined, the color of mahogany with a slight pink tinge to the head.

"Suck it," Tyson commands and you do. You get on your hands and knees in front of him, like a dog, and fill your mouth with his throbbing fuckstick. You devour it, pushing yourself to the limits of your oxygen as you pack your slender neck with every inch of his powerful shaft you can handle. Tyson holds your hair and slides in and out of your mouth, using you, laughing at you. The humiliation of being face-fucked by your subordinate only heightens your pleasure and soon your eyes are watering and your fingers are playing at your clit.

He pulls his meaty member from your drooling mouth and you gasp for air.

"Turn around," he says. "Put your ass up."

You turn away from him and lean your breasts and shoulders against the sweat-damp mats of the workout chamber. The leathery material clings to your cheek. Your shapely ass is presented like a morsel to Tyson and he eagerly finds the seams of your workout suit and slides the black material down over your pale cheeks and down to your knees. The juicy lips of your pouting pussy are caught between your thighs. He feels your ass and gives it a smack. He pulls your cheeks apart and admires the pink rosebud of your asshole.

"Been wanting a piece of you since I came aboard," Tyson says, his hand heavy and warm against your ass. "Beg for it. Tell me how you want it."

"I want it," you moan.

"You want what?"

"I want your huge dick in my pussy," you moan.

He laughs and you feel the head of his huge dick rubbing up and down your slit, gathering your moisture and smearing its own across your swollen lips. He presses his drooling fucktool against your pouty pussy and spears you. He grunts and slides inch after inch of his thick meat into your hungry cunt. It's a tight fit, but in a few strokes your girl juice has coated his pounding prick and he's slapping against your ass with **** and skewering you so deep his balls press against your clit.

"Yeah," he groans, "work that ass, beautiful. You're so tight. Your little pussy wants this cum, doesn't it?"

"Yessss," you moan, working your hips and impaling yourself on his pole. "Pump me full of it, Battle Commander!"

"Yes, ship mistress," he shouts. He grabs your slender hips with his big hands and slams in and out of you hard, his dick sloshing as it pummels you, growing bigger and bigger as you grip him in your velvet walls. He throws back his head and growls. His thighs slam against your ass and his dick fills you to bursting. You feel it twitch and throb inside you and then you feel it jerking and unleashing hot blasts of the Battle Commander's spunk deep into your pussy. The creamy load squishes out around his thrusting cock and drips onto the training mat.

At last he pulls his shrinking python from between your tender lips. You sit up on your knees and kiss him as his hot load drips down your thighs. He strokes your ass and you stroke his cock. You're still hot and eager to go a second round with such a skilled fuck master, but the intercom chimes summoning you to the bridge.