A veiled confession

For a time, your mind cannot comprehend what is happening to you. Your naive body is not really accustomed to the sensation of having an orgasm, from time to time you would wake up with your tights drenched after some guilty wet dream, but that was all. This was far more intense and far more real. Amelia's mouth shows you much more expertise than any nymph of your dreams and every posible movement of your furtive and guilty hand, and once the stream started to flow, she did not stop her malignant arts.

Your body shakes an twist as you hear her gulp, as you feel her draining you, somehow managing to hum a happy song without interrupting her work. You also hear her violent hand, brutally punishing her own cunt to match your orgasm with another one of her own. She slurps over your member, looking for a way to drain you, to make you produce more seed for her. In her fury, even her teeth bite you, unable and unwilling to contain her violent passion. She does not want to pleasure you, that's just circumstantial, she wants to pump you dry, to feed from you.

Her mouth releases you with a loud 'pop'.

"God, you have a foul taste!" She says. Your eyes are lost in the ceiling, you cannot focus them enough to look at her, but you feel her getting up. "It tastes like fucking shit rotting in the sewers! No doubt the result of your life of malnutrition... I fucking love it!" You hear her slurp before you feel her mouth again in your desensitised cock. You try to plead for mercy but no coherent words are able to come from your mouth.

Lady Amelia climbs up the bed, and her elegant-almost naked body is soon over yours. Her face too close, her eyes piercing into yours, her lips on the verge of kissing. Her hand lingers in your punished member. "I forbid you to ever clean this dirty prick, you hear me? You will keep your cock rotting and smelly for me, and I would be pleased to clean it."

"What if..." You dare to say. "What if your sister doesn't like it?"

"Oh... so you still remember your mission... Good boy." She stays there, her own smell invading your nose, even more intense than it ever was this morning. "Tell you what... if she protest you may clean yourself... IF she protest. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Oh, look at you... you look so cute and happy." Her lips kiss your cheek, too close to your own, but still not there, and you thank god for her mercy. For a moment you see her hesitate and she stays quiet, looking at you, while you don't even dare to move. When her voice speaks again, she sounds different, almost nice and shy, for an instant she doesn't sound like the lady Amelia Barton but like a kind and nice woman. "Hey, Mark..."

"Yes?" You say.

"You don't think... you don't think of me that I'm less girly, don't you? Because I like to... you know, with my mouth."

"No, no... it was..." You try to find the words in your mind, you don't want to insult such a powerful woman, as weird as her strange mouth fixation might be. "It was... lovely."

"I'm sure it was." Says lady Amelia, her natural smugness making a quick return. "I always wanted to do that, but... I cannot risk my reputation with the boys from my college... I."

Then, a harsh sound comes from the TV and you both turn your heads to it's gigantic screen. Amelia's game is still running and some red phantom is hitting her character in the back. "Fatherfucker!" She screams. She quickly gets up and get the controller. "Fucking invader, you dare to come to MY game with a fucking dex build! Eat my giant mommy zweihander, jackass!"

For a few seconds, you watch her, scared of her sudden fury and ignorant of almost all the words she is saying. She ignores you completely and you take this as your sign to leave, as you watch her smash the buttons of the controller, facing this new enemy. You quickly dress up, gather your things and get the hell out of there.