I thought for sure that my legs were just gunna buckle. “Come on. I want you to…” She looked up at me, “Right in my mouth.” She cooed, licke... her beautiful lips and opened her mouth. So I did. I knew it would only take a minute...And I was right. The first thick blast shot into her waiting mouth and dripped down her chin. My cock was throbbing and pulsing as my hand milked it. Had my hand not been on it, it would have slapped my thighs, first one and then the other, like a happy dog wags his. When we went out on a date she'd be going 100% all night long and around 2 or 3 in the morning I would start to flag.Another little nagging doubt in the back of my mind was all the attention she received from strangers when we were out on the town. I always felt like I was fending them off; sometimes making me feel like her father instead of her boyfriend.That's why I asked Kristi to marry me only after 3 months of dating. I figured that once we were married I'd feel more secure and stop. What a picture she had made as she hung there waiting for it all to begin, her pretty face soured by apprehension, her body athletic, yet feminine and soft looking perfectly ripe, good enough to eat, every inch. Then the caning and lashing began. The scratching and pinching. Those two girls with strap-ons fucking her, over and over again, front and rear.Natalie cannot comprehend what drove the girl to give herself over to such humiliation. Why would someone so utterly beautiful — a girl whose. It was not that she longed to be away from the Hegemony – far from it – rather, it was that she was taking part in a Captain’s tradition as old as the oldest heroes of the Age of Conquest. They were legends, whispered names: Fletcher, Church, Bordeaux, Genoveis, Sysko. And now she was joining their ranks, setting foot on an alien world, bearing the Imperial flag, backed by armsmen and a true natural scientist in the form of Doctor Jonathan Balthezar. What a time, what a glorious time, to be.