The General - S01 E52

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The General - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

JOAN

"Stand up, bend down, and grip the bars, Joan. I still need to punish you for attacking that Entertainer with a punishment of my own."

My desire for War shrivels. He is an enormous man. I don't think I can ever keep up with his stamina, and the last thing I want is to disappoint him.

I stand as instructed, and I bend down to grip a single wooden bar with both hands. I'm usually only in this position to pick something up while cleaning. But here I am, offering my ass to my boss.

A hand pushes onto my lower back, making me arch my back more. I obey. My skirt is lifted, and although it's humid in here, goosebumps lick my flesh with every inch that is exposed. War takes his time undressing me, savoring every second.

I want this. I want to be fucked by him so badly, but my insecurities seem interested in a three-some. I'm a nervous wreck.

Will we enjoy this? Last time we had sex, I ended limping in pain. Does my sex look attractive? Zolan doesn't exactly have razors or trimmers, so I have a forest between my legs.

His large palm presses into my lower back. Thinking that he wants me to expose more, I arc my body.

"Love, you are shaking. Why?"

I'm not surprised that he picked up my discomfort. What takes me off guard, however, is the nickname. It has been a long time since I was addressed with affection.

I focus on his question.

"I'm just nervous. You're not exactly small, and last time we did this, it er— it hurt." I try to spare his feelings, because I was also at fault for my pain that day.

"I will not shove myself into you like an idiot again. I will prepare you. I will take care of you."

I open my lips to reply, but my southern lips are plugged when his mouth descends on them. He drags his tongue from my clit to my entrance, flattening it to blanket every crevice.

My nails dig into the wood. I'm tense with intimidation and thrill. The mouth that has issued thousands of commands is slurping the molten desire that is pooling out of me. His hands cup my hips as he drinks from me, and I don't think he realizes he has picked me off the floor and my feet are dangling in the air.

With every lick and press of his tongue, he charges my clit. There's so much in my mind that I'm sure it will take me a while to let go and orgasm, but War suckles on me with so much enthusiasm that he seems willing to hold my hips and eat until the end of time.

His sounds of approval make me shut my eyes tight. They're embarrassing, but not as much as the wet sounds coming from my groin. Embarrassing or not, I shamefully love them.

He swirls his tongue around my entrance, earning himself a squeal when he delves into my butt. I clench my cheeks, and he chuckles before diving back to my clit. My eyes are hooded as every swipe of his tongue lulls me to serenity, but I still dare to look between my legs. I find a strong throat tipped upward, the strong muscles in it working every time he swallows. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen— my lover holding my ass in the air, kneeling behind me, and flicking his tongue so furiously that my clit pulses with life.

Fifteen minutes in, and he hasn't slowed down. Half an hour in, and my vaginal muscles relax, ready to welcome his cocks in, ready to welcome his offspring out.

I hmm and gasp, and he remembers every little reaction. He's mapping my pussy, learning how to conquer it. This is what he does for a living. Even now, between my thighs, he's a General determined to invade and dominate.

He puckers his lips around my clit and sucks a few dozen times— a trick he learned drives me crazy from how loudly I gasp. Something is different about this, though. He's using more suction than usual, sucking faster. He's done playing around and mapping me. He wants me to come, now, and it's his voiceless demand that takes me over the edge.