Ofcourse she is!

Elena pulled off with a gasp, a thick string of spit connecting her bottom lip to Rick’s cock. She looked wrecked already, eyeliner she’d put on that morning smudged, lips swollen, hair sticking to her damp cheeks.

“I will extract every last trace, Captain, please do not worry” she rasped, then dove back on him.

She sucked harder this time, bobbing fast, sloppy, the kind of desperate blowjob that had nothing to do with technique and everything to do with her mission. Her tongue worked the underside. She popped off just long enough to lick from his balls up the shaft, then swallowed him again. Rick’s head fell back. A broken “Mom–” slipped out before he bit it off.

Nadia’s headache pulsed in time with Elena’s movements. This was Elena Moreno. The principal. The woman who signed detention slips and gave speeches about academic integrity. On her knees on the library floor, face-fucking herself on her own son’s cock because a man in a clown mask told her there was a virus in it. And some part of Nadia’s brain, the part that kept flashing images of a black figure and golden chains, thought it looked right. That was the worst part, why did it all seem so right?

After several minutes Zack spoke again, voice strained.

“Pull your tits free. Let him use them. He’ll cum faster.”

Nadia was impressed with Zack’s quick thinking. Of course. More stimulation meant faster extraction of the virus. It made a terrible kind of sense.

Elena didn’t hesitate. She reached into the top of the plain black latex corset and hooked her fingers under the edge. The glossy material stretched, then gave. Her massive tits spilled out, heavy and flushed, nipples already hard. She shoved them together with both hands, creating a deep, slick valley, and leaned forward so Rick’s cock slid between them.

“Use Madame Supremo’s breasts, young Master,” she said, looking up at him even though he couldn’t see her. “Cum for me. Give me the virus. I will take it all.”

Rick thrust into the tight channel she made. The wet sound changed, flesh on spit-slick tits instead of just mouth. Elena kept her lips wrapped around the head every time it peeked through the top of her cleavage, sucking hard on each upstroke. Her tongue flicked the slit. She moaned around him like the act itself was heroic.

Zack’s rhythm faltered for a second as he watched, then he slammed back into Reed harder.

“That’s it, Supremo. Milk him. Save the Vice-Captain.”

Elena kept her tits mashed together around him, the glossy latex of the corset shoved down under the heavy swell so nothing got in the way. She worked him in short, wet strokes, the shaft disappearing into the tight valley she’d made and popping free against her tongue every time she leaned in. Spit and pre-cum had turned the channel slick enough that each thrust made a filthy little squelch. She didn’t just sit there and let him use them. She squeezed on the downstroke, rolled her shoulders so the inner curves dragged along every inch, and chased the head with her mouth whenever it surfaced, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks before feeding him back between her breasts.

Rick’s bound hands flexed behind his back. A raw sound leaked out of him, half groan, half her name, before he bit it off. His hips kept stuttering forward like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck the tit-tunnel or the throat that kept stealing the tip. Elena looked up at the blindfold the whole time, eyes bright with that theatrical certainty, and spoke around him whenever she had an inch to spare.

“Give Madame Supremo the virus, young Master. Don’t hold it in. I can take it. I was made to take it.”

She sped up. The slap of his cock against her sternum mixed with the wet seal of her lips. A string of spit hung from her bottom lip to the head and broke when she dove again. Zack’s voice from the table was just background noise now. Mrs. Reed’s moans were just background noise as well. There was only the work of extracting every drop before the monster could finish what he’d started and hurt her son.

Rick lasted maybe another two minutes.

His whole body went rigid. A raw groan tore out of him. Elena immediately dropped the tits, grabbed his ass with both hands, and shoved him down her throat as the first pulse hit. She swallowed greedily, throat working, making sure not a drop escaped. Rick kept twitching, cock jumping against her tongue, and she stayed on him until he was spent and oversensitive, only then pulling off with a wet pop.

A thin line of cum and spit hung from her bottom lip. She licked it away, then leaned in and sucked the softening head one last time, cleaning him.

“Every last drop,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “The virus is contained.”

Then the strength seemed to leave her all at once.

Madame Supremo sat back on her heels, tits still out, shirt hanging off the tucked waistband, latex corset rolled down under her breasts. She looked up at her blindfolded son for a second longer, then her eyes rolled and she collapsed backward onto the carpet, chest heaving, completely exhausted from the effort of saving the day.

Nadia stood there, heart hammering, the smell of sex thick in the air, and tried to remember why any of this had ever felt strange.

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