Footsteps

The Captain jerked at the sound of footsteps, quickly shoving you back towards the bed, "Get in bed, quickly! Pretend to still be asleep!" Fortunately, by **** of habit you don't waste time responding, simply jumping into the bed and pulling the covers back over yourself. Captain Lee smoothed them out and adjusted your hair. You shut your eyes and tried to slow your breathing as someone walked into the room.

"Ah, Lee. Come to check on your comrade in arms again?" You struggle to remain impassive: that was a man's voice! You'd practically forgotten what it sounded like... was it always so pleasant?

"She's been out a long time."

He switched to english, his accent clearly American, "Yeah, broken spine will do that. Only reason she's recovering at all is cause of the boss' tech."

"...yes, I'm very grateful." It was odd to hear the captain speak english, her accent almost matching the American's thanks to her time in the U.S..

"Why don't you show me how grateful you are? You were so eager after dinner last night..."

"Please... not now... I've been so good lately, can't you give me this one time-"

"I'll give you my cock and you'll thank me for it. Got it?"

"...yes sir."

"Good little cocksleeve. Now bend over your friend there."

What. The. Fuck!?

You crack an eyelid, your eyes met with your Captain's pleading gaze as she bent over your bed, spreading her legs as a beefy-looking man unzipped his trousers behind her. Why are you letting him do this to you? You try to ask without moving any muscles in your face. She doesn't seem to understand and if she does, she's too ashamed to answer, lowering her head so her hair obscures her face.

It doesn't stay obscured for long, her head snaps up as the man steps up behind her, "Ungh! Be gentle! Please!"

You hear the sound of the man spitting, "There. Happy?"

"Uhhh-HHhh! Fuck!" The Captain's fists were gripping your sheets hard, her weight depressing the bed next to you as she rocked from the mans ****, grunting and groaning pitifully. You dare to open your eye a bit more, taking in the sight of your commanding officer getting railed in the ass by the tall brute. He spoke surprisingly good Korean considering he was white. He looked like a stereotypical goon extra straight out of Hollywood, though from the way he was treating the Captain he might have more experience in other film industries.

Captain Lee's dress was pushed up around her waist, her surprisingly hard cock bouncing uselessly beneath her as her ass weathered the mans ****. She gasped as he slapped her ass, her cock jerking in response. She has almost no control, the American's big hands are wrapped around her hips, preventing her from cushioning his thrusts with anything but her firm ass. Even so, considering how much **** his hips were putting into her she seemed to be rocking against his thrusts rather than in response to them.

The vigorous fucking lasted only a few minutes before her voice began to rise, "OoooOOOH! OH! OH!" To your great surprise, you felt a hot splash across your arm as the Captain screamed out, flecks of cum spraying haphazardly from her flailing cock. You flinch as a droplet hits your cheek, followed by another and another, her orgasm seeming to carry on forever. By the time the mans grunts herald his own orgasm, her breathing is starting to slow and her softening cock flops wearily.

"OH Shit yeah! Take it bitch!" The American thrust forward one last time, grinding his cock into the Captain and presumably emptying his load into her bowels. Her own cock continued to twitch, seeming to revive somewhat as his load emptied into her bowels, dribbling a surprising amount of cum for how much she'd already spewed against and across your bed. He slumped on top of her and her quivering legs gave out under the weight, falling atop you and faceplanting onto a patch wet with her own cum.

"Nice. Good job, as always. I'll never know how you could be anything but a cocksleeve considering how good you are at it."

"..."

"Ahem."

"Thank you sir."

"Damn straight. Now clean up your friend here, don't want her waking up one of these days covered in your old cum."

"Yes sir."

The spectacle you'd just witness was so incredible you could barely hold still, which only worsened as the Captain leaned forward and licked the cum splattered on your face. She moved down your body, sucking at the droplets and licking the lines until you were only wet with saliva.

"I'd say suck the sheets clean but I don't got time to watch you and I know you'd slack off if I don't. So I'll let you off easy this time. Come over here and get your little girlcock cleaned up. Don't wanna ruin that dress any more than you already have."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

The big man hauls her off you and over to the sink. You hear the sound of water running as Lee presumably cleaned her cock and when she limps back into view you can see that her dress is once again neatly pulled over her thighs. She keeps her eyes on the ground, submissively standing for the man's appraisal.

"It'll do. Heh, check it out slut: your friend must be close to waking up, check out the tent she's pitchin'."

Your heart nearly stops and pretending to be calmly sleeping suddenly becomes the hardest thing you'd ever done. The Captain says nothing, continuing to stand submissively with her head bowed.

"Alright cocksleeve, I'll see you tonight at dinner. If you're real good I'll see that the boys leave your ass alone for the night."

"Thank you sir, I'll be good."

The American left the room, his heavy steps fading into the distance. You open your eyes wide and fix the Captain with a look. Her passive expression twitches and suddenly cracks like a broken mask. Tears spill from her eyes as she slumps forward onto the side of the bed, bawling into your sheets as you try to make heads or tails of what just happened.