Chapter Thirteen.

"Glomph!"

It was a swift decision made part way in the panic of losing this opportunity but mostly in a ravenous desperation to satiate a deep carnal craving the mega-stacked Latina didn’t know she had until it was literally dangled before her watering eyes.

Fireworks detonated in Carmen’s frazzled brain as her cock-sucking lips enveloped the leaking head of Levi’s twitching tumescence and nursed on his delectable juices like a candy-coated pacifier.

Warm, salty and divine.

"Is it not said that actions speak louder than words, darling?" Ms Makarova chuckled. "And she is no leopard but a willful little Kitten, yes? In need of house-training."

"I–I don’t know…”

He sounded unsure of himself. Confused.

Carmen kissed and licked and slurped on the first few girthy inches of Levi’s massive manhood as though she could suck his worries out like venom from a snake bite. His taste was musky and pervasive, seeping into her bobbing skull through the moist spongy tissue of her tonsils and tongue, utterly coating her mind’s palate with his masculine flavor.

“Just look at her, Love.” The Russian angel reached down to brush a few strands of loose hair out of Carmen’s face and tug her head back a fraction for a better visual effect. “So very young and lost in this big, scary world. She needs a strong, virtuous man like you, my Lion, to guide her and show her where she belongs.”

“Where does she belong?” Levi’s iron-clad cock jerked powerfully in excitement between Carmen’s slobbering lips. It nearly knocked her head back like a jab to the jaw.

She just groaned in thirsty anticipation and vacuumed down another two impossibly thick inches until the engorged tip was knocking at the entrance to her tight, virginal throat. The mechanical dildo buzzed down below but as fearsome as it had first appeared, the pussy-stretching gratification it had brought Carmen up until this point seemed to pale against the promise of the genuine article which was currently threatening to **** her.

“Right where she is. Darling.” Alina purred, hugging her voluptuous body into Levi’s side and running a long smooth leg up between his own. Practically plastering herself against his rugged frame as she whispered sweetly into his ear. “On her knees, begging you for absolution. Servicing you as a good Kitten should. Earning her place beneath you in all things.”

The stiff flesh in Carmen’s working mouth twitched mightily with lurid excitement and a hot spurt of sticky goodness blasted across her taste buds. She swallowed greedily and in doing so, opened the castle gates to welcome his invasive immensity down into her constricting esophagus.

Her big doe eyes widened and her breathing hitched but Carmen didn’t recoil or retreat as Levi’s pulsating dick slid home within her slender neck.

”Ack–ack–ack!”

“Aargh! Holy shit…” He croaked incredulously as the gagging Latina wrapped both her soft hands around the root of his jutting rigidity for leverage and support. Stroking his rocky base and basking in its throbbing heat. “How can this be actually happening?”

“Because this is what you deserve, my Lion.” The Mistress crooned, grinding her still-clothed pelvis into his sturdy hip and tracing the tip of her moist, pink tongue around his earlobe. “You are a worthy and righteous man, deserving of adoration and much more. Tell me, how does she feel?”

Carmen’s whole body thrummed like a fuel-injected supercar as her drooling mouth gulped and shlorped at Levi’s prominent manmeat. Her hands tried vainly to encircle his manly circumference and milk it into her waiting gullet but there was just too much of it to handle.

His heavy balls swayed in time with her pulling motions, threatening a knockout blow to her gaping jaw as she sank further down his suffocating shaft with every deepening stroke of her pretty head. Avidly face-fucking his turgid enormity with her puffy lips and distended throat.

“Not as g–good as you, Alina.”

“Of course not, Darling. I was made for love, built to please my man. Every curve and muscle of my body honed and crafted for one so wealthy in manly potential as you.” Ms Makarova cooed, brushing her cherry lips across Levi’s and darting her tongue out to quickly taste him. Levi attempted to chase her kiss but she drew away and reached down to place a guiding hand upon Carmen’s suckling skull. “But this poor little Kitten is showing some promise, no?"

“I don’t exactly have a lot of experience to base a comparison on.” Levi grunted as Carmen swallowed him down to the halfway mark and whimpered gently around her mouthful of turgid manflesh. “She’s maybe half as good as you? Still, it feels very good.”

The raven haired coed quaked in another small climax at the backhanded compliment. Half as good as the Mistress? And on her first time giving a boy–no… a Man–oral sex, no less?

She didn’t doubt that someone as worldly and stunning as Ms Makarova excelled at everything she turned her razor-sharp mind to.

“Hmmm, half is no small measure when weighed beside a seasoned Russian woman’s talents.” The regal blonde beauty confirmed as though reading Carmen’s thoughts. “Half is a sufficient place from which to begin Kitten’s lessons.”

Carmen didn’t know what lessons they could possibly mean, or if she would be able to endure further instruction. Being presently and pleasantly penetrated from above and below was threatening to warp her malleable young mind to the breaking point under the myriad of orgasmic seismic tremors rocking the Richter scale of her over-ripe, hyperstimulated body.

Her plump little pussy was in a constant state of flux, spasming and convulsing around the humming rubber resonator fixed fast within her frothing folds by her overwrought panties which were pulled up over its oscillating chrome base. Were it not for the frilly cum-soaked undergarment, the monstrous churning tool would have probably squirted out of her over an hour ago on a deluge of gushing girly juices.

And now with the added, sudden euphoria of tasting the creamy nectar of this wondrous Man’s throat-fucking mega-cock…

“What lessons?” Levi growled, still seeking the Mistress’s lips while clawing at her rounded ass and full swollen tits through the skirt-suit as she playfully dodged his amorous kisses with a coquettish grin. “She’s already on a free-ride sports scholarship.”

“These lessons.” Alina purred with a haughty smile, digging her rose-painted nails into the dense carpet of Carmen’s ebony hair and forcing her flushed face all the way down to his rock-hard base.

”Mmmmrrgh~!”

Carmen’s chocolate eyes rolled back into her skull as Levi Millard’s meaty manhood breached the final bastion of her esophagus and blitzed down towards her empty belly. She could almost feel him battering his way between her clavicles as though he intended to fucking pound her diaphragm raw.

…and she greedily welcomed him in.

“Oh fuck! Alina, slow down a second…”

“I know it is tiresome, Darling but Kitten needs to be taught how to make a man feel pleasure instead of pain. She must experience the true satisfaction a woman can earn by submitting to her natural softness and serving someone greater than herself.” Ms Makarova breathed into Levi’s ear then seized his chin to kiss him passionately.

Carmen watched as best she could through her watery vision. Between instances of having her face crushed into the studly young Man’s pelvis by the Mistress’s surprisingly strong grip on her dark roots before being pulled back up to his meaty crown again.

Her heart soared for the amorously entwined pair even as her lungs screamed for oxygen.

They were lost in their love for each other, a dead and blind person would have been able to see it.

The gorgeous mature blonde was alive with a deep abiding affection that would hand her Beau the world if he only asked for it. It was self-evident in the frantic way she tugged and pulled at Levi's clothing, peeling it off his rugged frame. She drank in his lips and tongue in a kiss so wild, free and giving… it could have featured in a dozen Hollywood romances and demolished the box-offices.

Levi returned the unhinged adoration savagely. Clutching at Ms Makarova like drowning man to a life raft, as though she were the first and final meal of a starving soul that intended to ravish every last morsel of the enchanting Russian milf. The way he tore away her clothing and grabbed at her perfect milky curves was possessive, almost berserk in his ardent fervor.

It was dazzling, nearly blinding to be part of such pure, unadulterated passion. The messy tears that ran down Carmen’s olive cheeks were as much from heartfelt gratitude as a lack of air.

The Mistress’s hand continued to pump her suctioning lips up and down her lover’s gargantuan length as they made out like love-drunk teens after their first school dance. The Latina maid’s hands were buried beneath her ruffled white petticoats, frantically ripping aside her sodden panties and trying to grip the base of the buzzing sex-toy in cum-slicked fingers.

It was too much all at once and her mind was fast approaching a melt-down level event horizon that would see the ex-soccer starlet break apart under the crashing blows of ecstasy assaulting her from all angles.

“Mmmmnnph~!”

“Silly Kitten, you must remember to breathe.” Ms Makarova chided, roughly dragging her off Levi’s twitching tumescence. A long, sagging string of his sticky juices connected the glistening tip to Carmen’s sloppy chin. “Your Master has no use for an **** cocksleeve. You must be active and engaging when servicing a man of his lofty caliber.”

“Y–Yes, Mistress.” She coughed, her belly grumbling in famished dissatisfaction. “Please, I want more… his taste, it’s–”

Thick, creamy and sweet, she wanted to say but the Mistress cut her off with an imperious wave.

“You are a thirsty Kitten, no? I understand this thing.” Ms Makarova stated, her hand returning to Levi’s jutting cockmeat stroking it in long, luxurious motions towards Carmen’s sweating face. The raven-haired coed opened her mouth invitingly, her protruding tongue leaking drool down into her heaving cleavage like a faulty faucet. “You have tasted the sublime flavor of obedience and wish to gorge yourself stupid upon the rewards. But you must learn to pace yourself, girl. Otherwise be washed away on the treacherous tides of womanly bliss.”

“Alina…” Carmen’s new Master graveled, jerking the half-disrobed goddess’s focus back to him with a sharp slap of her bubbly ass. “Forget the help, I need my Lioness. I need to be inside you now!”

His amber eyes were wide, nearly feral with blazing lust and he scooped the voluptuous Russian angel up into his arms as though she weighed nothing at all.

He was so incredibly strong, Carmen would have applauded the mighty display if she wasn’t so trapped in the sizzling heat of the moment…

“Darling!” The Mistress squealed excitedly as he tossed her onto the grand canopied bed and crawled–no, he stalked–on all fours across the vast mattress to cover her with his impressive naked frame. “I am yours but I beg you, let the girl watch. Let her witness how powerful and virile my young Lion is.”

Her formal jacket hung open, the shiny brass buttons lost some time ago, revealing a violet demi-bra that was severely unqualified for the task of containing her prodigious bouncing assets. The matching midnight pencil skirt was in tatters, rended to shreds like the victim of an animal attack. Ms Makarova’s long silky thighs were exposed all the way up to the dark, damp amethyst lace of her sheer, barely-there panties.

“She can do whatever the fuck she wants.” The Master growled, thrusting his titanic manmeat against the shuddering blonde’s scarcely concealed camel-toe, finding purchase in the obstructing gauze and pressing urgently into her welcoming folds. “I don’t care. I want you, Alina. Nothing else matters.”

“Daaarling~!” Alina wailed triumphantly, as he finally, deliciously entered her...

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