Tactical Nuke control room

You and the rest of the entourage follow Miranda into the scariest room you've ever seen. Red alarm lights turn in various places, giving the room a flickering red glow. The walls are lined with gigantic monitors showing the status of various countries around the world. However, the countries all have different names now, like the USA is the United States of Miranda, Australia is the Mirandan Commonwealth of Australia, and in Africa you see a country named the Queendom of Mirandiland. Under all these huge monitors are soldiers at computer terminals. In the center of the room is another throne with Miranda's initials carved in it.

The Queen goes directly to her throne. As she turns you lose sight of her terrific rear and gain sight of her large breasts again. Without a shirt, much of them is visible and her jacket barely covers the nipples, making the large display of cleavage taunt you.

She sits in the throne, but doesn't cross her legs. With such a short skirt, her exposed pussy comes into view and your head involuntarily snaps down to look at it. Her legs are long and tone, her huge breasts are tantalizingly on display, even her almond eyes are so gorgeous they fill your mind, but her wish for you to pleasure her pussy forces you to focus on just one part of her. Your cock twitches, it is so hard that your pants are extremely uncomfortable.

Queen Miranda sees your discomfort and smiles. "You may resume your duties."

You rush between her legs and plunge your tongue back into her heavenly cunt. She moistens quickly and shows her appreciation by running her fingers through your hair. You pull your cock out and and start jerking, grateful to finally have the chance for some relief.

"Oh god, that's good!" says Miranda. "I'm beginning to wonder how I got through life without full time pussy licking! Mmmm, yeah. Anyway, we should get to work. You there!"

A scurrying noise tells you that someone is running up to the throne.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" says a man's voice.

"I never liked blondes. I'd like to nuke Sweden, Switzerland, Denmark... you know, all the super blonde countries."

"Right away, Your Gorgeous Excellence," says the man without a hint of hesitation.

Various voices chirp away around the room as buttons are pushed and computer updates sound. Nobody seems to have any problem with Miranda's murderous order. You try to say something, but an intense urge to service the royal clitoris hits you and you suck it into your mouth. Miranda moans and pushes your head hard into her crotch. It's hard to even think about whether or not you disapprove of the mass ****, since your thoughts go fuzzy when she hooks her ankles together behind your back and squeezes her supple thighs against either side of your head.

You jerk your cock hard, overwhelmed not just by lust, but by how much servicing this perfect creature fills you with that lust. Even while she's preparing to blow up several countries on a whim, the main thrust of your thoughts is on the voice in your head telling you that eating out Miranda is right, just, and wonderful. Your hand speeds up as your balls go numb.

You cum, spraying your cum into a special receptacle built into the bottom of the throne. As the sperm leaves you, your desires recede and your thoughts clear. You feel like you might be able to actually stop eating pussy long enough say something.

"Are we ready?" asks Queen Miranda.

"Yes, Your Majesty," says the man. "We can wipe them out on your order."

Your tongue flicks lightly against the edges of her lips. The urges start building in you again and you don't have much time to speak.