Summer Series: Isabella trains her throat (BJ, Cock worship)

"Corporal, I'm here for my shift."

Nicolás looked up from his desk at the door, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of his superior. He was on night shift duty, guarding the women's wing of the Palacio as usual, and had lost track of time. He stammered a greeting, hand shooting for a salute.

"Who taught you to salute like that, soldier? Your legs don't work or something?" The sergeant barked.

Nicolás must have looked chagrinned because the sergeant broke into a grin.

"Just kidding kid, I know how boring these shifts get. Rubbing one out under there eh?" the sergeant said, winking.

Nicolás let out a nervous chuckle. "Yes, sir."

The sergeant's smile widened. "Well, I'm supposed to relieve you. But if you take my shift, I suppose I can forget what I saw."

"Yes, sir," Nicolás said quickly.

"Good boy. Have a good night."

As the footsteps receded down the hallway, Nicolás let out a sigh of relief.

Below the desk, Isabella pulled herself off his cock with a wet pop. It was lucky that he had left when he did, as she was sure she would black out if she had to hold the long, thick meat in her throat for a moment longer.

Nicolás smiled nervously. "That was close Isabella, we can't keep doing this here."

Over the past few days, the girls had alternated sneaking to his post at night, each getting a turn to worship his cock below the desk for hours on end.

"Can't we?" Isabella replied. "I think we did a great job. You covered so well, and I didn't make a single sound."

Nicolás chuckled. "I guess you're right."

Isabella giggled. "Now, where were we?"

She took his cock back in her mouth, eagerly sucking on the thick length. Her lips stretched wide around him, her tongue swirling over the velvety skin as she bobbed her head up and down. Nicolás groaned softly, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. She let him take control, allowing him to fuck her mouth as he pleased. Her jaw ached from the constant stretching, but the pain was a sweet one, a testament to the pleasure she was bringing him.

Before long, she felt the familiar twitch that signaled an imminent release of salty fluids into her mouth. She stopped, determined to make him last longer.

Nicolás groaned in frustration as she pulled away, his cock throbbing with need. "Please, don't stop," he begged, his voice raw with desire.

Isabella smirked, her lips glistening with saliva and precum. "Patience, my love. I want to savor every moment of this."

She reached down between her legs, her fingers slipping into her slick folds. She began to touch herself, her eyes locked on his as she teased and pleasured herself. Nicolás watched, mesmerized by the sight of her fingers disappearing into her wet heat.

"Isa, I need you," he whispered, his voice a hoarse whisper of desperation.

Isabella smiled wickedly, lowering her lips to his tip, kissing it gently. She teased him with feather-light touches, tracing the veins of his cock with her tongue. Nicolás's hips bucked, seeking more of her touch, but she held him firmly in place, her hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Please, Isa," he groaned, his eyes pleading with her. "I can't take it anymore."

She refused, keeping her movements gentle, savoring the feeling of every vein and bump on his cock. She relished the control she had over him, the way his body responded to her every touch. It was a heady feeling, and she wanted to make it last as long as possible.

Nicolás's groans grew louder and more ****, his body tensing as he fought to maintain control. Isabella could feel him trembling, his cock pulsing in her grip. Finally, she took pity on him, and took his cock into her mouth again, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him once more. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she worked her tongue over his length. She sucked in her breath, sealing him inside her warm, soft mouth.

He moaned, and the sound drove Isabella wild with desire. She loved the way he responded to her touch, the way his body trembled beneath her. She could feel his muscles tensing, his hips thrusting upward as he sought more of the pleasure she was giving him.

Isabella's mouth was stretched wide around his cock, her lips pressed tight against his shaft. She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her mouth, the taste of him filling her senses. She sucked him hard, her tongue swirling under his cock, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

Nicolás's hands gripped the back of her head, his thrusts stopped. Instead, he began pushing her, firmly but gently, further and further down until his tips hit the deepest part of her throat, her nose buried in his pubic hair. She could smell him, the musky scent of his arousal mixed with the smell of cum and saliva from their previous rounds in the night. It was intoxicating, and it only fueled her own lust.

She relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide deeper, his cock filling her completely, his thickness stretching her throat, the heat of his flesh pressing against her tongue. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She wanted him to have her, to use her, to take his pleasure from her in any way he wanted.

And he did. He grinded his hips, his coarse hair below scratching at her delicate skin, her throat pulsing at its violation, gripping his cock even tighter.

Isabella's hands gripped his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh as she struggled to breathe through her nose. She could feel every part of his cock in her throat, the heat of it, the life of it. It was a strange sensation, but one that made her feel powerful and **** all at once.

As she hummed, the vibration sending both into a state of bliss, Nicolás's hips began to pick up speed once again, his thrusts growing more frantic as he neared his climax. Isabella moaned around his cock, the sound muffled by the thick flesh filling her mouth. Saliva was now pouring out her mouth, the head of his cockmeat was taking so much space in her throat that it could not contain any liquids. He pushed her down on his cock once last time, a silent roar as he bit his fist to avoid drawing attention to their forbidden deed, and then he was coming, his hot seed spurting down her throat. She swallowed greedily, taking everything he had to give, her throat working to milk every drop of him. It came in spurts, and she stayed on it for several long seconds, still swallowing, still milking him, her mouth sucking him dry until there was nothing left to give.

When he was finally spent, Nicolás released his grip on her head, his body slumping back in his chair. Isabella pulled away, gasping for breath, feeling his cock slide out, leaving her throat empty and gaping. She licked her swollen lips, savoring the taste of him. She smiled up at him, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Wow, Isa," Nicolás breathed, his voice hoarse from holding back his cries of pleasure. "That was incredible."

Isabella smiled, feeling a sense of pride wash over her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she whispered, her voice raw and scratchy.

They sat in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Isabella could feel her throat aching, her muscles sore from the intense stretching and use. But it was a good ache, a reminder of the intimacy they had shared. The air was thick with the scent of sex, their faces still flushed and glowing.

She looked at him, her eyes shining with love and adoration. She knew they would have to part soon, their stolen moments always fleeting, but for now, she was content to savor the feeling of being close to him, of having him in her mouth, of feeling his pleasure course through her. It was a moment of pure bliss, and she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. They sat like this for a few more moments before she placed her head back into his lap, licking and poking at his soft cock like a cat with its toy.

Bianca would be so jealous once she heard how she got to worship his cock for two shifts that night, Isabella thought contentedly.