Privates (closed for Jingling Geordie and AndreaSubbie)

On hearing Vinnie was about to cum, and knowing he wouldn't be far behind, Clint's initial thought was to untie Elli and push her down onto her knees to take both loads of spunk together, in her mouth and on her face, but he wasn't sure if there was time for that. How much longer would Vinnie last? He decided to go with his second thought.

"Whenever you're ready Vinnie, pull out of the slut's mouth and wank your cock, shoot your spunk over her face and mouth while I keep fucking the whore's pussy. Once you've finished I'll pull out and move to her head so I can add my load of cum to yours and splatter her face too. Make sure you give Rachel a good view of us covering the slut with our cum."

"Yes Vinnie, I don't want to miss anything, I want to see every drop of cum landing on our little whore." Rachel emphasising the point before directing instructions to Elli. "And you Elli, be a good little whore for these two, tell them how much you've enjoyed being double fucked, how much you want their cum and make sure you open your mouth enough to get a taste of both loads of spunk."

Vinnie was now unable to hold out much longer, he slipped his cock out from Ellis lips, grabbed it in his right hand and began wanking it right in front of the Private's face. A quick glance across to the phone, to make sure the camera was giving Rachel a view so she would see all of the cum fly onto Elli's face as requested. Clint kept fucking Elli's pussy as Vinnie wanked his cock in her face, sure that there was another orgasm about to explode within Elli, he began rubbing her clit with his finger while fucking her.

"I can't hold on any longer, I'm going to cum on your face now you little slut." As Vinnie shouted out the sentence, Clint looked up to make sure he caught sight of Vinnie shooting his cum, the first load Elli would take, onto her pretty little face.
 
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“Yes please, please cum on my face,” Elli replied, working her jaw to ease the tenseness now that her mouth was no longer filled with wide cock, looking up into the eyes of the Stores NCO after staring in awe as he wanked his big cock right where she could see it and smell it. “And thank you for fucking my cunt and my mouth, and letting me get double-fucked and be a whore-slut.” Elli turned her glance to the phone that the Ssgt was holding, wanting Mistress to know that she was now speaking to her. “And I hope I've been a good whore for you all, and given pleasure to those lovely big hard soldier-cocks, and earned two loads of thick sticky gooey soldier-spunk, and … oh fuck, FUCK!”

Elli had to break off her little speech of thanks because the hard fucking from behind and clit-diddling she getting from Sir was propelling her over the edge and into an orgasm of her own. She grimaced, mouth open, as wave after wave rippled through her, squeezing her pussy tight onto Sir's wonderfully filling cock.

She looked at Mistress's face on the phone screen as she cummed, breathing through her nose, mouth open, trying desperately hard to concentrate on her orders while the orgasm buzzed through her body.
 
Already on the verge of cumming, hearing Elli's dirty talk and beg for his cum on her face had Vinnie ready to explode, then Elli began to orgasm...

"Cum on her now Vinnie, I want to see you splatter her face with cum while she's orgasming." Rachel had noticed Elli looking at the phone, at her, as the orgasm began and wanted her to experience the first facial mid orgasm.

He wasn't sure if it was Rachel's words that pushed him over the edge but the first spurt of spunk fired out from Vinnie's cock instantly, a long thick spurt which splattered across Elli's chin and cheek. Vinnie had been aiming for Elli's open mouth, wanting to make sure she got to taste his spunk, with a slight adjustment to his aim, the second rope of Vinnie's spunk hit it's mark, some shooting in Elli's open mouth as well as landing on her lips and cheekbone. Having already hit his intended target, Vinnie just wanked furiously while the third and forth jets of warm spunk shot onto the bound private, who was still being fucked by Clint, this remaining cum landed on her cheek again, up to her forehead and even in her hair.

Vinnie wasn't holding the camera perfectly still but it was good enough for Rachel to see clearly, to enjoy seeing Elli have her face covered with cum. This is what Rachel had wanted to see for a while, Elli, so young, fit and attractive now well and truly fucked and her pretty face made messy by a huge load of cum, and there was Clint's yet to be added.

After he had shot out as much cum over Elli as his balls would allow, Vinnie directed his softening cock, with the last drops of cum hanging from the tip, back into Elli's open mouth. "That's it you dirty little slut, suck every last drops of cum out."

Clint, who had been fucking Elli's pussy throughout, was ready to paste a second load over his slut's face. "Is my cum-slut ready for her second reward, second offering of spunk? Vinnie has done a good job of covering your pretty face but I think you'll look better, even more of a cum-slut with my cum added."
 
Oh fuck, thought Elli, Sir's promise of more cum on her face pushing her deeper into the thrill of her orgasm and first-ever facial. She would have answered but her mouth was again filled with the Stores Ssgt's cock which needed sucking and licking and cleaning and draining of every last drop of precious spunk, running it over her tongue and teeth.

She was fairly sure that Mistress had seen the whole eruption of cum, but couldn't be totally certain because she'd closed her eyes as the hot jism had begun to fly. She'd been afraid it might go in her eyes but she needn't have worried, it just splattered her chin, cheeks, tongue, lips, eyebrows, and even possibly her hair. It felt great. Sexy, exciting, slutty, whorish. She loved it, and hoped there might be a way to see a picture of her spunk-drizzled face.

But it was Mistress's gorgeously disgusting encouragement that possibly thrilled her the most. She had opened her eyes again as she began fellating the big cock post-spunk-up, and sought the phone screen and Mistress's face. She wanted to look in those pretty eyes as she sucked cock while plastered in cum. She could feel another orgasm approaching as Sir fucked her with hard, banging strokes, hopefully bringing himself to the point of explosion. She did her best to help by squeezing his cock with her insides, trying to milk him, to encourage him to empty his balls, hopefully on her face like his friend, just like he'd promised.

This time she'd keep her eyes open and watch the white goo spurt. And try to look at Mistress too, hoping she'd approve of her trainee whore's performance. And with the Ssgt empty and hopefully satisfied, the filming should be perfect.
 
Feeling Elli's pussy grip around his cock as he fucked her brought Clint to the verge of his climax. "I'm going to cum now. make sure you give Rachel a great view Vinnie." As Clint withdrew from Elli's pussy, Vinnie pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved to make way for his friend.

Clint moved around so he could wank his cock over the face of his already cum splattered slut, Vinnie moved in really close, pointing the camera directly at the wanking cock and waiting face and mouth. It was much easier for Vinnie to capture the action now he was no longer taking part himself, although he did have his other hand rubbing against Elli's well fucked pussy, stimulating her clit.

"That's a great view you're giving me Vinnie, keep the camera there while Clint finishes over the whore's face." Rachel could see Elli looking at her, and gave a small smile while returning her gaze right back into the eyes of the whore, a whore she was helping to create. "Do it now Clint, fire your spunk onto our little whore's face, add your cum to what Vinnie has already deposited. I want to see her face covered."

It only took two more strokes of his cock until it began erupting over Elli's face. The first thick spurt landing diagonally across the nose, eyebrow and forehead of his bound slut, with a large dollop landing in Elli's open eye, this made her blink and his second shot landed in a similar location, this time some hit her eyelid and clung to the eyelashes as Elli's eyes opened again.

Clint then pointed his Cock at Elli's open mouth and the 3 spurt landed over her lips and chin, he was sure some had also landed in Elli's mouth but wanting to make sure his slut got to taste and swallow plenty of his load, he inserted the tip of his cock into Elli's mouth, thrusting his hips in time with his ejaculations as the fourth, fifth and final sixth shots of his spunk were deposited onto Elli's tongue.

Clint held his cock in Elli's mouth, savouring the sensation of her lips around his cock and the sight of his whore, covered in two loads of cum and cock in her mouth. It also allowed Vinnie to show Rachel the messed up face of their cum-slut.

"Vinnie, pass me my phone, I want to take some photos of my slut as she is to look at later." Vinnie passed Clint his phone and he took several photos on his phone then took the phone camera phone from Vinnie and positioned it back on the filing cabinet to allow Rachel to take in the site and speak with them as Clint and Vinnie began getting dressed.
 
Elli was still attached by her boot laces to the table legs, and her wrists were still bound as she lay with her naked chest on the flat surface, big dollops of spunk running across her face as gravity did its work.

When Sir had withdrawn his lovely big cock from her mouth, Elli had kept eye contact with Mistress and opened wide, letting her see the huge deposit of fresh semen on her tongue before swallowing. At least, she hoped it would show nicely across the video link. And in the photos Sir had taken.

She'd had at least two orgasms, two big loads of sperm, been splattered across her face, hair, and in her mouth, been stripped, tied, double-fucked, team-fucked, fingered, high-fived over, watched by Mistress, and treated as a whore-slut. She had a lot to put in her diary, if she'd kept one. Did it get better for a girl than this?

Elli was still in the zone, the erotic zone. Still high. Still sexed. Sated physically, yes, but hungry for attention and approval from Ma'am. She was still looking at Mistress through the phone while the other soldiers got dressed again leaving her as the only one naked. Still looking at Ma'am and hoping for an exercise debrief, possibly congratulations. She wanted to know that she'd done well, been a good slut, a good whore. She loved how Mistress had kept using that word, and hoped that her own delight had been obvious.
 
There was a short silence as Clint and Vinnie began to dress, when they started talking, while dressing, with Clint starting the chat, it was the kind of talk you would expect in a changing room after some normal gym activities.

"Anything planned for the rest of the day and evening Vinnie?"

"Not much no Clint, there's some football on the tv this afternoon I'll probably watch."

"What about you Rachel, anything planned later?"

"Not much after I've been to the underwear shop, a little reading and some tv perhaps.

Elli was still tied to the desk naked, her pussy puffy and red from the double fucking she had just received, face painted with spunk, Clint noticed Elli using her tongue to lick up what she could reach, he wondered if Rachel had also noticed. Once Clint was fully dressed he moved beside Elli and began to casually touching her pussy, rubbing her clit while continuing the chat with Vinnie and Rachel.

"Are you both free to meet for a drink in the Mess later? We can discuss our cum-slut's performance today and our plans for any future development. Rachel, you could also update us on what the underwear store manager thinks about our modelling idea." Clint began to finger fuck Elli's pussy while stimulating her clit with his thumb.

Rachel and Vinnie both agreed that meeting in the Mess bar for a drink later was a good idea. "Shall we say 6pm? It's early enough that there shouldn't be anyone else in so we can speak freely." Both agreed to the suggested time.

While Clint continued to finger Elli's pussy, Vinnie was ready to leave. "I know you're both on duty so I'd better let you get on with whatever you need to do."

"Wait a moment Vinnie." Rachel having something she wanted to say before he left. "Elli, it was clear you really enjoyed the double fuck, not to mention the two loads of cum, I noticed you licking up what you could. We can discuss your performance in more detail some other time but you did very well for your first time with two men, there's definitely a whore inside of you desperate to get out. But a good slut, a real whore would thank the men who had fucked her and rewarded her with so much hot sticky cum."
 
"Thank you Sir, thank you Staff Sergeant for fucking me and letting me experience a double-fuck and two cum-loads, for double-ending me, spit roast, and making me your whore. And thank you Mistress for arranging and encouraging everything and I hope I was a good whore-trainee for you, Ma'am."

It wasn't easy to concentrate on the required form of words while Sir was finger fucking Elli's cunt and massaging her clit. But it was wonderfully sexy, and pushing the young soldier towards yet another orgasm. This had to be the best sex she could ever hope to have.

The unreal conversations of the other three about mundane, normal stuff just added to the erotic, such a weird contrast, yet also kind of normalising her getting two fingers plunging in and out of her sopping pussy, making it a perfectly acceptable state of affairs.

She thought about how they might discuss her later, her performance, how good a fuck she had been, how good at sucking cock. And whether the lingerie modelling might be a go. It was all too much, and once more staring at Ma'am through the phone, Elli experienced yet another orgasm rippling through her bound body.
 
While the latest orgasm spread through Elli’s body the chat ceased and the room fell quiet, quiet apart from the noise of vigorous fingering and moans of the bound soldier. As the high of cumming once more subsided and Elli remained slumped over the desk, recovering the conversation resumed.

“Right, this has been great and I’ll be available to help anytime you want but I’ll leave you both to it now.” Vinnie bidding farewell to Clint and Rachel while making sure they knew he was up for more play with Elli if required. “Clint, Rachel, enjoy the rest of your day and I’ll see you in the Mess bar at 6pm.” With that Vinnie walked out of the office, glancing back at the bound and naked young soldier he and Clint had just fucked and covered in cum. Almost as if he was checking it had all been real, a large grin spread across his face, he shook his head and left.

“I’ll sign off now too Clint, I've got that appointment to go to, I’ll leave you to make sure the office gets tidied up, although I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to have a little more fun before the end of the day. And Elli, sweetie, you were wonderful, you’re turning into a great little cum-whore.” Rachel, while impressed by the display, was concerned that Elli might have some misgivings, when the sexual buzz subsided, about the sex acts she’d just taken part in, she needed to play her part, act the guiding female soldier role, to make sure that these sex games continued. “Remember you can phone or visit me if you ever need to discuss anything, no matter how big or small it might be. You have my number don’t you? Clint make sure Elli has my personal phone number before you leave her.” With that Rachel hung up from the call.

“We’d better get you untied then. I hope you enjoyed yourself? You certainly seemed to.” Clint untied Elli’s wrists first then bent down to untie the boot laces from the desk legs. “You can clean yourself up if you need to but I don’t want you getting dressed yet. I want you to remain naked, fully naked this time, while you carry out some clerical tasks I have for you.”

Clint could already feel arousal at his plan to have a fully naked office clerk carry out tasks for him as he remained fully clothed. It was very unlikely anyone would come near the Company Offices on a Sunday but Clint knew there was still a slight risk, perhaps that made it even more exciting. It was clearly a risk he was prepared to take. “Let me know when you’re cleaned up and ready for my tasks.” With that Clint scribbled Rachel’s phone number onto a note pad on Elli’s desk and walked out of the office, leaving the naked and recently spit-roasted young soldier to sort herself out.
 
“Yes, Sir,” Elli answered Sir's departing back.

Alone in the office she massaged her wrists and ankles, and kicked off her boots, getting fully naked as ordered. What a lovely order, she mused. Despite just cumming yet again, she was still sexually aroused and on a high. But, it was time to clean up.

Once in the Ladies' bathroom, Elli ran a basin of warm water and used a wet towel to wash away the last remains of her anointing. She had been generously coated in semen, almost like a ritual entry into the ranks of soldier-slut. She grinned. It had all gone so well. Sir and the Ssgt had seemed to be pleased with how she drained their cocks, pleased with her new-found skills of mouth and cunt in satisfying their erections. Wanted to do it again. The Ssgt seemed quite keen to fuck her any time Sir invited him. Yes, she was pleased with herself, too.

And Mistress. What had Mistress said? Sweetie, wonderful, a great little cum-whore! Well, possibly that she was becoming a great little cum-whore. Not that she'd quite yet earned that title. But she was fairly sure she was at the level of cock-slut, fuck-slut, cum-slut, wasn't she? It was a bit like the levels in gaming. That made her giggle as she ran the warm damp cloth over her well-used pussy, soothing it after the multiple cock fucking and then finger fucking she'd received. It still felt okay, though. No lingering soreness. No virginal outrage of assaulted tissue. Rather, her body coping well with what it was designed for. What she was designed for.

She was a slut. Possibly on her way to being a whore? Mistress had kept using that word, and its very naughtiness, taboo, wrong-ness, they all excited her for some reason. How would she feel if Mistress really did it? Whored her out? Received payment for Elli fucking a man chosen by Mistress just because he would pay for the fuck? That would be like the highest level? Game mastered and won? Probably. Should she tell Mistress? Not sure.

Elli left the bathroom, went back to the office and tidied her uniform, leaving it neatly folded on a chair, underwear on top, boots tucked underneath on the floor, and entered Mistress's number into her phone. She couldn't resist sending a text.

“Thank you Mistress for a wonderful experience and training exercise. Your trainee slut and whore, Elli” There, that should tell Ma'am how she felt. Still horny.

Then, still completely naked, she went in search of Sir to report for duty.
 
Sat in her car, Rachel was just about to get out and walk to the underwear shop when her phone beeped and vibrated to let her know she had received a message, she read the message, smiled to herself and got out of the car. The message, along with the photos she already had, might come in handy to help convince that Elli has what it takes to be a model, Rachel thought to herself, what photographer, fashion show director or audience wouldn't want to see a slutty model. Also wondering to herself if some form of Individual Training Record could be created to capture Elli's slut training, an Individual Slut Training Record, that might work.

Having been busy preparing tasks for Elli, Clint didn't notice Elli approaching his office, it wasn't until he heard a knock on the door that he looked up to see Elli. She was stood to attention, all clean and tidy now, hair perfect, but wearing nothing, a vision of naked beauty. If he hadn't know it, it wouldn't have been apparent that Elli had so recently been double fucked and covered in cum, perhaps if she turned round her backside would still have signs of redness. How lucky an I, thought Clint, to have such an eager and willing slut to play with.

Picking up the envelope from his desk, he held it out for Elli. "Glad to see you are following orders correctly now." Clint gesturing up and down the full length of Elli's body to emphasise her nakedness. "I approve of this dress code, I might make you dress this way more often. Your first task is to make five colour copies of these sensitive documents, place the copies in envelopes addressed to WO2 West, SSgt Vint, SSgt Gunn, Sgt Morris and Sgt Hughes. Once and place them in the outgoing mail, they'll hopefully get them when back at work tomorrow."

Before dismissing Elli, Clint informed her what she was to do next. "Once you complete this task come back to my office to confirm it's done. I might also have another job for you to carry out. Dismissed." Elli grabbed the envelope, spun round and walked out of the office. When turned round Clint looked at the naked backside, there they were, the reddened bottom cheeks and only evidence of the fucking that had recently occurred. Clint watched her cheeks bounce as she walked away.
 
At the photocopier, Elli drew a deep breath and opened the envelope Sir had just given her. Sure enough, as she'd part guessed, there was a compromising photo of her. Naked. Face clearly recognisable, despite the generous slathering of spunk. Seeing it immediately made her hot between her legs. Her tits in the photo were mashed into the desk, but it was still pretty bad. Or good. Her left hand dived between her legs and diddled her clit for a moment. Fuck, that felt good.

Licking her fingers clean, she took out the other sheet. A memo, obviously to the addressees that Sir had just reeled off. She read it. And blushed. And diddled her clit again. Oh fuck, what had she got herself into? She was now officially in Slut Training. Not a quiet little sexy exploration between Sir, Ma'am, and her. It was now formalised and she'd get a training record and assessments. And that Initiation Board was her training NCO team. Elli diddled harder, noting with satisfaction that she was officially a good little slut. And she was to set it all in motion herself by copying and despatching the photo and memo that would begin it all. And inform all recipients that she'd been double fucked, spit roasted and spunked on. Oh fuck! She diddled herself a mini-cum, her only disappointment that Mistress couldn't see.

With a relaxed, resigned sigh she cleaned her fingers again and made the copies, including one extra for herself, did the envelopes and put them in the Internal Mail, signing her own rank and name on the outside as despatcher. Private Ellis Lutte. That felt incredibly naughty, rude, dirty, sexy, awesome.

Task complete, she returned still completely naked to Sir's office, knocked and entered, stood at attention but succeeded in making her tits wobble. "Private Slut confirming that the task is completed, Sir, Photo and memo despatched to all recipients," and she placed on Sir's desk the originals one at a time, envelope, memo, photo, all face-up, bending low from her hips each time, tits jiggling and dangling with every movement, finishing once more at attention.
 
As Elli knocked on his door, Clint looked up and took in the beautiful nakedness of Elli, particularly enjoying the wobble of her tits as she brought herself to attention and placed the envelope and contents on his desk. Clint had never been a fan of really large tits, small and firm were definitely his preference and Elli's were a perfect example of what he liked.

Clint didn't try to hide his stare, taking in the entirety of her naked body before looking into her eyes. "Good work Elli, a few more things I want you to do before allowing you to dress. First, I'm feeling really thirsty, probably due to the fucking I gave you earlier. Make me a cup of tea and bring me a glass of water too. I also want you to read me the memo you've just copied, let me hear how it sounds out loud, you're a Clerk so you can let me know your opinion on it and the photo. See if any adjustments should be made before the mail goes out."

"Once we have that finalised there's just a quick call I have to make. I want you under my desk sucking my cock as I'm on the phone. Off you go to fetch my drinks."
 
"Yes, Sir!" Elli stood at ease and immediately brought herself back to attention as if to emphasise her acknowledging the order and admittedly to make her naked unsupported tits wobble again. Sir seemed to like that. In fact, judging from how he'd just looked her over, Sir seemed to like her. Especially when she was naked. It made her smile, despite trying to be all formal and military.

While making the tea she repeated the good work Elli in her head, again smiling, liking how Sir had so openly acknowledged the fucking he gave her. It was all so delicious, and her hand returned to diddling her clit while she worked mostly one-handed. She also half liked, half felt embarrassed at having to read that memo out loud and comment on her photo. But the embarrassment just made her hornier. Sucking Sir's cock, giving him a blow job while he was on the phone sounded incredibly naughty, dirty, sexy. She wondered who he was going to call.

Returning to his office she placed his two drinks carefully on the desk, as usual making sure that her tits dangled and wobbled in front of Sir's face, then picking up the memo and photo prepared to read and comment.

"Slut requests permission to read the memo out loud and comment on the photo of Private Elli Slut naked with two loads of spunk on her face, Sir?"

Her only regret was that only Sir was there to hear this. But if she did well, that might change next time?
 
As she placed his drinks on his desk, Clint again took in the lovely view of Elli's tits wobbling close to his face. He really liked them and Clint knew Elli enjoyed him looking, she had been making a show of letting him see her feminine charms, even before the full nakedness had begun.

As Elli picked up the memo and photo, asking for permission to read and comment, Clint again looked her up and down, spending an extra couple of seconds on her tits, then returned his gaze to Elli's eyes.

"Just a moment with the memo. You have a really good body, your 'b' cup tits are just the perfect size, a nice handful, big enough to wobble when needed while also being pert and firm. I really enjoyed fucking you as you were bound and bent over your desk earlier... but I think next time we fuck I want to be able to watch your tits bounce around as we do, maybe also squeeze them and suck your nipples."

Clint hoped this might fluster Elli, make it a little more difficult to concentrate while reading the memo out loud.

"Go ahead with the reading now slut, read and comment on the memo and let me know your thoughts on the photo of you, my good little cum-slut, bound and naked with two loads of spunk splashed on your face."
 
"Yes, Sir," gasped Elli, ready to obey Sir's order to read and comment, but distracted by his deliciously blatant talk about her tits, about fucking her, and about the next time he chose to fuck her. She squeezed her legs together to try and quell the urges being triggered.

She cleared her throat, "Ahem," and began to read the memo out loud, careful to hold the paper where she could see it without obstructing Sir's view of her naked tits. She was so pleased that he liked them; their size, their wobble, the feel of them.

"So, er, the memo, it's from you, Sir, to the five other members of the training team, and titled Continuation Slut Training."

She looked into Sir's eyes for a moment then back at the memo.

"It reads, er, Just wanted to let you know that since her initiation, our private is blossoming into a good little slut. I hope you enjoy these photos I took once she had been fucked by and sucked both Vinnie and I while Rachel watched. As you can see her reward for being such a good little slut was two large loads of spunk." Elli paused for a moment, then continued.

"I have several ideas on how to maintain and progress her training but I'm also open to suggestions from all of you. Rachel and Mal, as the Regimental Training experts I'd like you to come up with some formalised training record that can be kept and updated as she progresses.

"There is still lots more training required until Elli can fulfil her full 'slut' potential, I'll need you all to assist in this slut training in one way or another at some point.

"I hope you all get this note and photos promptly and they are good copies, I tasked my slut to carry this out naked during her duty on Sunday, let me know once you've received them. I'll keep you all updated on her progress and future training activities."


Elli paused again to look up. "So um, that's how it sounds out loud. Er, so my thoughts. I'm kind of flattered to have a training team all of my own, I mean, I've barely started here." Elli blushed at the word barely when she was standing in front of her boss stark naked. Oh well. "And I'm so glad you think I'm blossoming into a good little slut. It's very sexy you telling them all that you and the Staff Sergeant had both just fucked me, and that I'd sucked you both off. I do hope Ma'am approved of my performance, I really did my best." Elli looked back at the memo, again adjusting its position to keep her tits visible, moving her shoulders unnecessarily to make her tits wobble again.

"What else? Oh yes, it's great that all the team can contribute ideas on training and tasks, and I love the idea of a proper Slut Training Record! I can't wait to see what Ma'am comes up with. I hope I pass everything! Oh, and yes I know I'm not there yet, still have progress to make, but I'm proud that you see potential in me. And again it's sexy you told them I made the copies myself, naked!" Elli again looked into Sir's eyes, wanting him to see the truth of her words.

"As for the photo, Sir, of me just fucked and covered in two cum loads, I love it! You can see I'm naked though my tits are hidden against the desk, but despite my facial covering, it's clearly me. Quite flattering, I think?" Elli held the picture at arm's length and tilted her head, admiring the image, remembering how erotic it had been. "You think some of the others might want to see me wear even more spunk, Sir?" She knew that it was a bit bold to make such a suggestion, and hoped Sir wouldn't mind. Certainly, it was something she could talk to Ma'am about.
 
There was something deliciously filthy in watching Elli, naked, reading out his memo and talking openly about her thoughts on that and the photo of Elli covered in spunk which she had just copied and sent out. Clint could feel his cock beginning to grow in his uniform trousers. The growth also being encouraged by Elli's admission of being proud and flattered by her slut training so far and the enjoyment she was clearly getting from being his fuck-slut. Not to mention the question, perhaps request, about the other team members seeing her wear even more spunk, Clint felt his cock twitch in his trousers again.

"You should be flattered that you have a training team of your own, but I think you have already shown you are the right subject to take part in Sir and Ma'am's slut training programme and in order to give you the quality of training required to give the best chance possible of successful qualification of the course, the whole team will be required."

"I know Mistress will come up with a suitable Slut Training Record, it'll help us monitor your slut progression, while also allowing you to be aware of the level you have reached and maybe the next target to achieve. I think Mistress and I will have to hold regular training assessments with you, some or all of the training team will be present at the assessment, as required. You'll hear our thoughts on the latest activities, be asked questions, but you might sometimes get the chance to ask your own questions or make requests for specific training activities."

"Do I think the others might want to see you wear even more spunk..." Clint repeated the question Elli had just asked, back out loud, pausing for a moment before answering. "I'm sure they would Elli, I'm sure they would all like to see you wearing their spunk on your face, watch for themselves as you become a spunk-slut. But I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for yet. How many cocks and loads of spunk do you think you might be able to handle, think you are ready for now?"
 
Elli nodded her head to acknowledge Sir's comments, that indeed she should be flattered. It placed a sort of burden on her, that in return for having her own Training Team she should work extra hard on the training they dictated, but he had also stated that she in her turn had shown herself to be a suitable candidate. She couldn't help but wonder what level of attainment Mistress would give her so far, and when they might convene her first Assessment Board.

But she needed to answer Sir.

"How many cocks? How many loads of sperm? Well, I'd like to think I managed two cocks and two cum-loads okay, so I guess the next test might be three at once? I mean, we did the spit-roast double fuck, didn't we, but how about all-holes, mouth and cunt and bum? Is that possible? Could I try all three at the same time? Would Mistress think me ready? Perhaps the Sergeant could film it? For training purposes, obviously?"

Elli put down the papers face up, the photo of her spunk-slathered face staring up at her, and drew herself again to attention. Tits gently swaying, nipples hard as anything, bush dewed with her continual arousal. She licked her lips and opened and closed her mouth, hungry for cock again, desiring another orgasm.
 
Three cocks and cum loads! Well it does seem like the natural step from two. I wonder who could take part and provide the third cock.” Clint delivered the sentence more in the form of a question to Elli than a statement, testing to see if Elli might request someone in particular to be the third.

Clint’s cock was now rock hard, he didn’t find it a surprise that having his Company Clerk, Private Slut, naked in front of him, talking about being tripped fucked gave him an erection. As well as being arousing, he also found the whole thing slightly amusing. He smiled at Elli. “Mouth, pussy and bum! Have you ever had anal sex before? There is some preparation that will be required from you before taking my big cock up your arse.”

“The filming, for training review purposes, is also a good thought. Mistress and I will have a chat, review your performance from today and plan what is best for you. Until then, there is one cock here ready for you, let’s get you sucking just me for now. Crawl under my desk, pull out my cock and start pleasuring me. I’ll be making a phone call while you blow me, I expect you to keep going regardless of who I'm talking to and what is being said. If you do, you might be rewarded with a load of my cum to taste and swallow.”

Pushing himself back on his chair away from his desk until there was enough space for Elli to crawl into, Clint looked at Elli, nodding his head down to the gap he had created. “What are you waiting for? Down onto your hands and knees, crawl under my desk and start sucking.”
 
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"Sir, yes Sir!" Elli scrambled her way under Sir's desk, trying to answer as she went. "Um, no Sir, I've never had anything up my bum, but it seemed like the obvious next step?"

By this time she was on her knees, crouched between Sir's spread legs and she carefully undid him and released his beautiful cock, quite a tricky task with it so hard. Without wasting time she used her cool small hands to pop his erection into her mouth, looking up at him through the small gap between his body and the desk edge.

She was more than simply curious about who Sir was about to call. All that stuff about keep going regardless of who I'm talking to and what is being said, it was either a tease and wind up, or a challenge. The anticipation made her hot, and keeping her right hand slowly stroking Sir's cock from his big balls to the fat head buried between her lips, she put her left between her parted thighs and gently thrummed on her clit.

So far her day had been one long celebration of sexual excess, yet she still felt hungry for more. Hungry enough to do whatever Sir wanted and earn another big fresh load of spunk. She really was a cum-whore. It made her smile, which didn't help her cock-sucking technique and probably would have lost her marks in her Assessment had Ma'am been watching. With concentration, Elli forced herself to relax her mouth and give Sir the best blow job she could from her cramped position, all the while looking up so he could enjoy watching how his big cock disappeared into her willing mouth. Which was hopefully where his sperm would go too. She was ready for the mysterious phone call.
 
As Elli crawl under his desk, Clint thought about the phone call, it was another test for Elli, to see how, if she would react. There were two people Clint was thinking of phoning, but which one, perhaps both, one after the other As he thought, Clint looked down below his desk at Elli, her head bobbing up and down, diligently sucking his cock. His desk was closed at the back and side, this gave him another thought, another plan to put into place, but not now, that would have to wait for another day. Clint opened his draw, picked out his notepad with the phone number he was about to call on it, he then grabbed the phone and began to dial.

The phone rang several times before the recipient answered and Clint spoke. Unsure if Elli might stop sucking his cock when the phone conversation began, Clint placed his free hand on the beck of her head. The call was answered... "Hello, Mrs Lutte. My name is WO2 Clint Dangler, I'm Private Lutte's, your Elli's, Company Sergeant Major." Clint's hand encouraging Elli's head to maintain the same up and down rhythm it had been. "I just wanted to phone and apologise for putting Elli on Duty, keeping her in Barracks this weekend, especially as it was at such short notice, unfortunately these things sometimes happen. I'm sure she would have wanted to visit you at home and tell you all about her first week here."

Clint paused while Elli's mother replied, all very polite and understanding of the situation. "Secondly I wanted to give you an update on how your precious daughter is getting on in her new Regiment. I have to say I have been very impressed by her attitude, application and enthusiasm, she really is determined to make the most of her abilities. She has really impressed me, she impressed me and one of my colleagues together earlier this morning. In fact, there are several of us that have noticed what high potential Elli has, that I am putting together a training programme and forming a team just for her. I can't go into details, it's Restricted information, but I'm sure Elli will tell you what she's able to."

Again Clint paused, while a very proud Mrs Lutte thanked Clint for the update and looking after her daughter. "I would put Elli on to say hello Mrs Lutte, but I have her busy performing a very important task for me right now and I don't know how long she will take, it depends on how well she works to complete it. Also wanted to know that I'm not over working your daughter, I'm doing my best to look after her and give her tasks I know she enjoys, she might even get a small reward, directly from me, when she's finished."

There was a final pause while Mrs Lutte welcomed further updates on her daughters progress as her daughter no longer talks to or confides in her as much as she used to. "No problem Mrs Lutte, I'm sure we will speak again, or perhaps Mr Lutte will answer next time. Goodby."
 
Elli could hardly believe what was happening, what she was hearing! If Sir hadn't kept her head pressed into his crotch she'd have stopped sucking his cock out of surprise. After the briefest pause, she managed to resume the blowjob she was giving Sir while listening to the faint sound of her mother's voice, so pleased and proud on the phone about how well her daughter was doing, unaware that her success was sexual rather than military. If only she knew! Or rather, thank goodness she didn't! But there might be some awkward questions about the special training programme when she next called home. Except Sir had given her an out; classified information.

Tuned on by the appalling inappropriateness of the conversation, of Sir talking to her mother while getting a blowjob from the daughter, Elli carried on sucking Sir's cock with energy, determination, and her best technique, continuing to look up at him while he extolled her virtues to her Mum. She wanted to justify those accolades of being impressive, of showing application and enthusiasm. Her fingers diddling her clit were a blur. If only Ma'am could have been here.

It seemed incredible that Sir had spoken of her slut training and getting double fucked that very morning, though it had been subtly put. Even so.

But Sir wasn't yet at the point of cumming, possibly because he'd already had sex with her quite a bit that day. If she wanted his balls filled and emptied again she was going to have to work for it.
 
Despite the briefest of pause when the call to Elli’s mother began, Elli had carried on sucking Clint’s cock valiantly. He had to admit that his young slut had quickly learned how to give maximum pleasure when sucking him, making good use of her tongue and hands while keeping regular eye contact. While talking to Elli’s mother, Clint could have extended the conversation and erupted his spunk into Elli’s mouth as she looked up at him but he wanted to make one more call before emptying the contents of his balls down her throat.

Clint dialled the second number, he didn’t need this one written on a notepad, it was very familiar to him. The call was answered after several rings… as it rang Clint kept his hand in the back of Elli’s head and looked down into her eyes. “Hello luv. How’s everything at home?” Phoning and speaking to his wife while Elli sucked his cock would be a test for her. Using his hand he kept her sucking, this time at a slightly quicker pace as his cock twinged in his slut’s mouth.

His wife, Debbie, responded, telling him how busy she was with their two young children and asked what time he’d be home.

“Sorry Debbie, I’m really busy at work so will be late back for lunch. You know the new Clerk I told you about, she’s being as helpful as possible but everything is new to her so I’m having to train her how to behave. She was tied up with a task at her desk for ages this morning, luckily Vinnie popped in and offered his help.”

His wife acknowledged being told about the new Clerk and how new starters didn’t know anything, that was something she’d been told several times, but wanted to know what time Clint would be back.

“Difficult to say exactly how long, but I’m close to finishing.” Clint began thrusting his hips as he helped work Elli’s head up and down. “Yeah I’m going to finish very soon, just need to give my Clerk something before I leave.” With his wife chatting about something irrelevant, he gripped Elli’s hair in his hand, holding her head down and onto his cock, looked into her eyes and shot his spunk into her mouth and throat. “I’m cumming now, won’t be long.”

As each spurt shot out, Clint thrust his hips forward. As he deposited the last drops he hung up the phone. “Swallow it, swallow it all and clean my cock up for me, there’s a good slut.”
 
Elli did as she was told like the good little slut she was becoming, swallowing and then licking and slurping Sir's big meaty cock until he was drained and clean enough to go home to his wife. Having Sir look deep into her eyes as he shot his spunk into her mouth while telling his wife he was cumming, that had been an incredible buzz, one Elli wanted to repeat. It even gave her the flutterings deep inside of an almost orgasm of her own. She was high on sex right now, but would have to cope with Sir abandoning her, without his hand guiding her as he fucked her face.

She knew that he had to go, and knelt back on her heels so that he had room to get up from his desk. The two phone calls had been the most unexpectedly sexy thing, something she'd never contemplated. There would be a lot to think about during the afternoon. Maybe she could phone Mistress at some point?

Elli slithered out from under Sir's desk, imagining the accumulated spunk sloshing about in her stomach, and stood nude at attention showing respect and bare tits as he prepared to leave. She hoped Ma'am would be proud of her.
 
As Elli climbed out from under his desk and stood to attention, Clint tucked his softening cock back into his uniformed trousers and did up the zip. "That's all for now Private Slut, I've emailed you a couple of tasks I need you to do then you can head off for the rest of the day. I'll call the duty phone if I need you for anything." Clint paused, looking Elli up and down. "And you can get dressed again once I've left."

It wasn't a long journey back to the house Clint and his family lived in but his head was full of thoughts about Elli, despite having just cum in her mouth, he had more ideas of fun he could have with his willing slut. But he knew it was time to head home, the love between Clint and his wife had dwindled over the years but he wanted to try and be a good father to his children. His phone rang and interrupted his thoughts. It was Rachel.

"How's it going Rachel? Did the meeting at the underwear shop go well? Our little slut is doing well, next time you speak with her ask about my phone calls today!"

"I'm good, the meeting went very well. The underwear staff liked the photos I showed and the manageress wants to carry out a photo shoot of Elli with a professional photographer. We will both attend, as can anyone we want, probably Mal. Once they've arranged a photographer they'll let us know the time and place. If the photo shoot goes well, they're talking about putting on a modelling show for select customers. Let's make sure we show them what Elli can and will do."

"That's great news Rachel, good work. I'm sure we'll be able to persuade Elli to be as naked and rude as necessary."

"As for the phone calls, maybe I'll phone Elli and ask her what you've been up to, but I'm guessing it's something filthy. She sent me a text message after the spit roast, thanking me for the wonderful experience and training exercise. She signed it 'your trainee slut and whore, Elli'. So she was obviously still very horny. That room you keep in the Mess might come in handy, the Gym and office are fun but there might be times we need somewhere more private."

Clint kept a room in the WOs' and Sgts' Mess accommodation, it was used to keep most of his Army uniform and equipment in, he also occasionally slept there on evenings he was working particularly late or was drinking in the Mess bar and couldn't drive home.
 
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