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Mr. Todd’s hands are on his thighs as he stares at Isaac, his sad excuse of a penis making a small tent in his pants.
“I want to judge her skills,” he says, beginning to undo his pants.
Absolutely fucking not.
“Section B assets aren’t allowed to perform outside of the facility’s occupants,” I find myself saying before I can take them back. Anything to keep Silla away from this man and his tiny dick. “I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s policy.”
My eyes raise to meet Isaac’s, and I know that he’ll back date the policy to show that it’s been in effect. There’s a small amount of worry in his eyes, but they’re impassive again when he turns back to the dignitary.
These people believe that they’re entitled to everything, and I refuse to let this man have her.
“I want to see what the whore has to offer,” Mr. Todd sneers. “Section B releases some of the best spies, but I know they’re more than that. I know how they pull information from their marks, and I want to see this in action. Drop the towel. Then drop to your knees, little whore, and suck off both of your masters.”
I’ve never called myself anyone’smaster, because I don’t have that kind of self-inflated ego.
Silla turns, her light green eyes filled with uncertainty, but also heat. Loosening the towel, she lets it fall to the ground. Isaac’s lips part, and he glances behind her to Mr. Todd, who is already pulling out his tiny cock. The tip is leaking precum, and I know we have to do this.
Nodding at her, Silla keeps her eyes on Isaac as she drops to her knees.
“She can’t suck your dick if you’re that far away,” Mr. Todd complains. I swear he thinks he’s directing a porn, instead of forcing our hands.
Moving closer to Silla and Isaac, I stand next to him. I really didn’t want the first time I laid my hands on her to be like this. Gods, I feel two feet tall, and yet…
Reaching out, Silla begins to take out Isaac’s cock, and she looks up at me beseechingly. We have to play by Mr. Todd’s tune, because she’s definitely not touching his excuse for a manhood.
Unbuckling my pants, I open my zipper, releasing my dick since I chose to go commando today. Her eyes grow large, and I know it’s different to see me in person than on a phone screen. I have piercings that cross just below the head of my cock, and three more on the underside that I’m sure she couldn’t see when I was fisting myself as I watched them fuck.
Silla surprises me by swallowing hard and then licking her lips nervously. Forcing herself to look back to Isaac, he wraps her hair around his fist, his gray eyes hardening. I know he’s usually very soft with her, but he can’t allow Mr. Todd to see that side of him.
“Are you ready to be our good little whore?” Isaac purrs, and she flinches slightly. That word is hard for her to hear, because it only means something demeaning to her. She doesn’t understand that it can be very different when used in the bedroom, the play on praise and degradation can be fun.
“Open up for him, Dangerous Girl,” I tell her, my hand pumping the base of my cock.
Her lips open, her tongue naturally sticking out for him. “Fuck,” he mutters, his jaw gritting as he drags the tip of his dick along her tongue. “Wider,” he instructs, and Silla does as asked.
Isaac’s hand closes over her throat, but I can see he isn’t squeezing. Instead, his thumb strokes her pulse intimately. Slowly, Silla relaxes, her eyes trained up at him.
“I’m going to fuck your tight throat, and see if it’s as perfect as your cunt, little whore. You’re going to work between the Warden and I equally. You do not need air, it is a gift from us when we deign to give it to you,” Isaac tells her, and then he’s pushing himself further into her mouth. Every step, he’s explaining to her what to expect. “Now suck hard.”
Silla sucks the head of his cock, and I force myself to ignore that the little weasel, Mr. Todd is rolling the desk chair into a better position. My eyes are trained on the vision that this girl is as Isaac pulls her down to take more of his cock.
I’m waiting for her to gag, and just before her nose hits his stomach, she does. Silla struggles to move back, and instead of letting her, Isaac tightens his hand around her throat.
“Such a good girl. Your throat is so fucking tight, mouth is wet, and you look so damn pretty as your eyes water. Mmm, you’re going to take all of me. Show me how much you like it, dirty little whore. Fuck yourself with your fingers as we fuck your throat,” Isaac growls.
My dick jumps at his words, making me grunt. His filthy mouth is making my cock weep, and I doubt I’ll last long. I haven’t had any action other than my hand in over a year.
Silla’s hand disappears between her legs, and my eyes close for a moment as I hear the way her pussy sucks in her fingers. My balls ache, wishing I was fucking her. However, I don’t plan to have an audience when that time comes.
Isaac’s head drops back as his hips snap back and forth, beginning to fuck her throat.
Groaning, he lifts her face from his cock, a small trail of saliva keeping them connected. “I can’t keep you to myself, Little… Whore,” he corrects himself. It reminds me that we need to be careful of what we say.
Silla’s rubbing her little clit as she continues to play with herself, panting, eyes glazed in desire.
“My turn,” I rumble, gathering her gorgeous hair. “Such a small mouth for my big dick. I can’t wait to see you stuffed full of me.”
Silla’s eyes widen, her mouth parting to begin to whimper my name. We can’t have that happen, so the head of my cock demands entrance, bobbing against her lips.
