Isabella leaves backstage.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck.." Isabella moaned, bouncing herself off of Valdés's cock, her dress gathered around her waist. "You're such a good boy for me, Eduardo, your cock feels so good inside me, fucking my wet cunt, making me scream, I want to cum from your cock, please, please, make me cum, you pig!". She was on top of him, facing away, her long, toned legs spread out to give her a better angle of penetration.

"Mmhmm!" Valdés could not reply through her panties stuffed into his mouth, acting like a gag. He could only look at her arched back, her head twisting in ecstasy, her long braid whipping around as she was pleasuring herself with his cock, his hips bucking up and trying to match her rhythm. His hands hung limply by his side, having been given strict orders not to touch her.

"Mhm, you like that, piggy?" Isabella said, looking over her shoulder. "You like my pussy wrapped around your cock, you like making your Mistress scream, make her cum, using your cock as a toy to pleasure herself, you like that, don't you?"

Moments before, Isabella had been addressing millions of people from the Plaza, a symbol of strength and unity. Yet the second after stepping off the stage, she had grabbed the first person she saw, the adrenaline surging through her body demanding a release. The lucky man was Eduardo Valdés, her Minister of the Interior, who had been waiting to deliver his reports on the Romero operation as well as updates on the man himself.

He had expected the usual curt greeting, an exchange of information, and perhaps a brief discussion of strategy before Isabella dismissed him to handle the next task demanding her attention. Instead, she had grabbed him and dragged him into a small, unoccupied room near the Plaza.

Isabella had ordered him to undress, which he did without question. He was quick to comply, having accepted the dynamic between them, and within moments, he was fully naked, his cock hardening in the cool air, while Isabella simply lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down, ordering him to stuff them into his mouth. Then she pushed him onto a chair and mounted him, facing away, her ass resting on his thighs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, your cock is so good, so good to me, so good to your mistress, I love it, I love your cock," she moaned, the sounds of their skin slapping together echoing in the small closet. She was close, her legs started to feel like jelly, but she felt the meat inside her twitch, a sure sign of his imminent climax. She stood up, cock slipping out of her wet pussy, and spun around.

She slapped him twice, once on either cheek, to make sure he was paying attention. "Did I say you could cum, you dirty fucking pig? Did I? I don't fucking think so!" She grabbed his cock, the shaft slick with her juices, and began squeezing it hard, a high pitched whimper escaping from behind his gag.

"This is MY FUCKING COCK," she said, slapping his face again. "You will NOT cum without my permission, understand?"

His eyes were watering from the pain from the **** of his cock, and he nodded frantically. "Good, now take this off," she commanded, pulling her panties from his mouth. "I'm going to put your mouth to better use."

She threw the panties at him and **** him to wear them, telling him to get used to being her bitch. Valdés complied, his cock bulging behind the thin and lacy fabric, his humiliation and arousal soaring. She then ordered him to lie on the floor, which he did without complaint.

Isabella lowered herself on his face, her pussy dripping wet and ready. "Now lick me," she commanded, pressing her weight down on him. "Make me cum and maybe I'll let you cum too, you dirty fucking pig." Her words were harsh, but her voice was dripping with lust.

Valdés eagerly complied, his tongue darting out to taste her. He licked and sucked at her clit, his nose buried in her pussy, inhaling her scent. He was rock hard, his cock throbbing against his panties, the pain of the fabric against his sensitive skin only adding to his arousal.

Isabella ground her hips against his face, fucking his mouth with abandon. She was close, so close, and the feeling of his tongue flicking against her clit was driving her wild. Valdés was now ****, his airways completely blocked by her pussy, but he didn't care. She reached out and found his cock, stroking it through the fabric of his panties.

"You like this, don't you? You like being my little bitch, my fucktoy. I bet you'd love it if I never let you come again, wouldn't you?"

The idea was both devastating and incredibly arousing to Valdés, and he moaned into her pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Fuck yes, I'm going to cum," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face as she reached her climax. Valdés kept licking and sucking, eager to please her.

Isabella's orgasm crashed over her, and she screamed in pleasure, her body shuddering as she rode Valdés' face. Her pussy gushed, her juices soaking his face, and she stayed on him until her body stopped shuddering. His hands were now grasping at her thighs, trying desperately to pull her off before he drowned in her wetness. She swatted them away, extending her pleasure for a few moments more.

When she finally stood up, Isabella left him on the ground, gasping for air and blue in the face.

"Get up, pig. Now tell me what you wanted to say, and if its good news I might allow you to come."

He stood, his knees shaky, her panties still tight around his cock. His face was wet, his hair sodden, and he looked at her with a mixture of fear and arousal.