Privates (closed for Jingling Geordie and AndreaSubbie)

Elli broke the kiss and looked up into Sir's eyes, scanning left and right, one eye then the other. She smiled. Sir was a great kisser.

Although he was already pulling her tight into himself, she pressed her body harder into his, moulding herself to him though still looking up. Her hands were gripping his back low down, preventing him from escaping. Not that he'd have any trouble breaking away if he wanted to, he was so much bigger and stronger. She wasn't sure, but thought that she felt a nicely stiffening tube of manliness pressing into her belly. The fact that he made a joke told her that everything was now okay and her mind drifted momentarily to imagining being spanked in front of the Initiation Board.

“So am I still your little cock-slut, Sir, and apprentice cum-slut?”

Elli was completely turned on. Her vulnerability, followed by her rescue; his strong arms, masculine smell, his hard muscled body and oh-so-near cock hopefully full of fresh spunk; Elli's need was awake and hungry again.

She was still looking into his eyes, trying to see if he really wanted her. It was nice being special to him, but she wanted to be wanted. It was suddenly very important. Now that she knew she wasn't rejected, she needed more but didn't want to push things by asking and risking disappointment. Elli turned her face and pressed her cheek into his chest, hugging Sir, holding him, gripping as tight as she possibly could, trying to tell him she didn't want him to let her go, that she needed to be needed.

She then realised that she was acting like the clingy females that turn guys off. She was calm now, reassured even if she wasn't going to have everything she wanted. Not that she knew what she wanted, other than acceptance. Which she had, unless she'd just blown it.

Blown it. That reminded her. “I think I owe Sir a morning blow job?” She looked up again, at Sir's mouth this time, hoping for another of his amazing kisses.
 
The feeling of Elli's body pressing hard into his own was definitely turning Clint on, firm but feminine, warm and wanting. Then, while looking directly into his eyes she asked if she was still his little cock-slut and apprentice cum-slut! Clint felt his cock grow harder on hearing those words.

Those words were closely followed by the offer, 'owing', of a morning blow job. Although he wanted more, it would be a good way to start. As Elli looked up at him, Clint placed his arms around her slender waist, pulling her against his hard cock and leant in to kiss her again. He wanted Elli to know, feel how turned on he was, wanted her to feel how much he wanted her as they kissed.

As they kissed, Clint thought about bending Elli over her desk and taking her for the first time, perhaps sitting her on the edge of the desk so he could continue kissing her as they fucked, first one position then the other. Or would it be making love? it was all feeling so much more tender than he had imagined. Was she ready for that yet? He felt she was, perhaps he needed to make her admit it, ask, beg for his cock inside her pussy.

First though, she had his cock to suck, he broke the kiss. "Of course you're still my little cock-slut and apprentice cum-slut." Clint placed his hands on Elli's shoulders, encouraging her down onto her knees. "Yes you do owe me a morning blow job, it was the first task on your Duty Clerk to do list. Now get on your knees, take my cock out and start sucking."

Clint stepped back to allow Elli the space needed to get into her kneeling, cock-slut sucking position. "And I want you to tell me what else you want me to do. What else you want me to do with my cock. If you suck my cock well, ask nice enough, no beg for it, I might just oblige."

Clint wanted Elli, but he could control himself, wait if she didn't feel the same way yet, make her wait and beg for it if she did.
 
Elli looked up from her kneeling position and into Sir's face, into his eyes. She'd felt his hardness, his erection, and hoped, believed, wanted to believe that she'd caused it, that little Ellis Lutte had got Sir hard. That would really be something. She didn't think that she'd ever got a man hard before, except for that one boyfriend. Her first and only.

She could still feel the after-pressure of his hands on her shoulders. The way he'd firmly but gently pushed her to her knees, had reassured her that she was still his cock-slut, was still working towards becoming his cum-slut; they had all stirred the churning excitement deep inside her.

As she began her obedient carrying out of his orders, to get his cock out and suck it, she said, “So Private Slut gets to suck Sir's cock every morning? Before work starts?” she confirmed. “And I get to swallow your cum?” She opened his uniform trousers, fished out with some difficulty his already hard cock, pointing it at her face, licking her lips, feeling the tingle in her nipples and burning in her pussy. She needed this, needed cock, needed Sir's cock. Elli knew she was already addicted.

“And I'm allowed to say what I'd like, too? If I could have anything I wanted?” She looked up at him, paraphrasing what he'd said, knowing it wasn't quite what he'd meant. But it was too good a chance to miss. She slowly stroked his big cock to full impressive length.

“I'd really love for you to allow me to suck your big hard cock in my mouth, feel it on my tongue, my lips, smell it, then have you tie my wrists and fuck me with it, or better still, 'phone Mistress, Ma'am, and tell her you're making me suck your cock, that you're fucking me, fucking that slut Elli, your cock-slut, that the stupid cock-slut asked to be fucked, to be turned into a cum-slut, then for you to cum on my tongue, telling Mistress you're cumming in my mouth,” Elli paused a moment to squeeze her thighs together, almost cumming herself she was so turned on, all the while wanking his cock with both hands, loving how it felt to hold, to touch. “Your slut is begging you, Sir, please fuck me!”

Once her wave receded she opened her mouth and took in as much of him as she could. Hungrily, greedily, needful, desperate.
 
Hearing exactly what he wanted to hear from Elli, if not more, the comments about wanting Rachel, Mistress to hear and know what they were doing had given Clint an idea. For the moment though he wanted to enjoy the sight of Elli on her knees in front of him, enjoy her sucking his cock, she was using all the advice Ma'am had given her yesterday using her lips, cheeks, tongue and hands to give him the best blowjob she could.

Clint was enjoying the sensations and stimulation of his cock by Elli's mouth and as he looked down at her, staring back up into his eyes he made sure to make appreciative noises and comments in acknowledgment of her pleasing actions. Enjoying Elli wank his cock and using her tongue to flick around the head of his cock as she sucked and held the head around her lips. Then each time Elli took him deep into her mouth he grabbed the back of her head, encouraging her to take him as deep as she could manage. "That's it, take it deep, all the way if you can. Be Masters perfect little cock-slut."

Elli was already good at sucking cock, she would get even better with more practice, and Clint was happy to provide her the opportunity to practice every day. "Yes you get to suck my cock every morning, the more practice you have the better at it you will get." Enjoying the alternation between sucking and licking around the head then taking his cock deep, Clint groaned in pleasure. "And of course you can swallow my cum, but not every morning, if you truly want to be a cum-slut then sometimes you will have to take it over your face. We may have to start work slightly earlier than usual to accommodate you sucking me every morning."

As much as he was enjoying having his cock sucked, Clint wanted to fuck Elli, and she was begging him to fuck her, as she was begging like a good cock-slut, he felt he should oblige. He withdrew his cock from Elli's mouth and put it back into his trousers. "I think you might be right about Mistress, I'm sure she would like to be kept up to date on what we are doing. I need to grab a couple of things from my office, while I'm away you will take your uniform off, I want you naked and bent over your desk when I return!"

Clint walked to his office, picked up his phone, sent Rachel a quick text message, 'Are you free for a discreet call now? Our slut is about to put on another show.' Clint grabbed the required item from his draw, his phone pinging the reply from Rachel moments later. 'Yes, call anytime. Can't wait to hear what the little slut is going to do next.'
 
Elli fired a pouting look of disappointment at Sir's departing back. She felt as if she should throw a little tantrum just like a spoiled teenager. Maybe she was a spoiled teenager? That made her giggle giddily. She was about to get fucked. Proper fucked. Man-fucked. No inexperienced-boy-fumbling, but real knowing sexpert adult big-cock fucking. She was already damp in anticipation, and suddenly stood to her feet, ripping her uniform off as fast as she could, realising she'd already wasted time and might have earned some kind of punishment. That made her think and slow down, as a naughty smile grew. Punishment. Now there was an idea.

To deserve to be punished she needed to disobey. But she didn't want to disappoint. So far she'd removed the top half of her uniform and unfastened the belt and trousers but not undone her boots. That gave her a plan. While executing it she let her mind caress through the lovely things Sir had said to her. Keep Mistress up to date. Perfect little cock-slut. Suck cock every morning, most days swallowing Sir's cum, and some days even taking Sir's cum over her face! Like a true cum-slut!

Before Sir returned she was ready but not exactly naked. He would hopefully approve of her selective disobedience and enjoy punishing her.
 
Returning to the Clerks office, Clint found Elli was bent forward over her desk but not exactly naked as ordered. She was naked from her ankles up but she still had her boots on and her red satin thong and uniform trousers were gathered around those ankles. As he got closer, Clint noticed that the laces of her boots were looped around the table legs of her desk, which had been cleared of everything apart from the computer monitor. The tied position forcing her feet as far apart as the trousers around her ankles would allow, in a bent forward position, knees parted forcing her bum cheeks apart.

Clint looked at the items in his hands, ropes in one, his phone in the other. He placed his phone and one of the ropes onto a nearby filing cabinet. "Guess I only need one of the ropes to secure you." He grabbed her hands, forcing her arms behind her back, there was little resistance from Elli as Clint held her wrists together and expertly tied securely together in a matter of seconds.

The position Elli was in had revealed her little anal bud and also parted her outer pussy lips; there was already a glint of moistness around her swollen inner labia. "You now look ripe and ready for your first hard fuck. Although you're not fully naked so didn't accurately obey my order, you'll have to be punished for that first. Although I think that might be what you want!"

Clint picked up his mobile phone, and phoned Rachel, on a video call. As he waited for Rachel to answer the call he checked how Elli was. "How does the binding on your wrists feel? Not too tight? Can you move at all?" Rachel answered the call, Clint positioning himself and the phone so Rachel could see Elli in her bound position. "Hi Rachel, our little cock-slut was begging to be fucked so I thought I'd oblige. But first she needs some punishment for not fully obeying orders."

Moving the phone close to Elli, Clint wanted Rachel to hear their cock-slut begging as he had. "Tell Mistress what you want. What you want me to do to you. Tell her what a good little cock-slut you are being while she is away. Then we'll show her."
 
Elli hesitated, relishing the moment, gathering her thoughts, trying to recall what she'd begged of Sir. She'd already nodded in reply to Sir's checking on her level of physical comfort. He really was very good to her.

“Hi Mistress Ma'am,” Elli began, then had a thought. “Er, is this recorded? Is there a way? I mean, this is a video call, right?” Elli had already guessed that it was video as soon as Sir said to show Mistress, but she wanted to be sure. “Anyway, yes Ma'am, slut Elli is being a good little slut; I already sucked Sir's cock a bit, like a proper cock-slut. Well, he let me suck his cock when I begged, when I asked to be allowed to suck him off, and I also begged him to tie my wrists and fuck me, and to phone you while he's fucking me so you'd know your apprentice slut is getting a good fucking from Master, a real Army-fuck, and um, oh yes, I begged to be turned into a proper cum-slut and to take Sir's spunk in my mouth, on my tongue, on my face, wherever. Oh, and Sir had ordered me to be naked bent over my desk, which I didn't exactly do, so I deserve to be punished for being a naughty slut, Mistress?”

She stopped to draw breath and try to think if she had left out anything, but nothing came to mind. Elli was now very aroused and was sure that the overflow of anticipated pleasure was coating her heated swollen pussy. If ever she had been ready for a fuck, it was now.

Elli wondered if Ma'am had any more guidance, advice or instructions for her as part of the slut-training programme. She longed to hear her Mentor's voice, to hear specific sexualised comments on how she was progressing as a slut-in-training, to be commended for begging to suck cock and get fucked, begging for spunk. She wanted to hear Sir and Ma'am talk about her but not to her, calling her their slut, possibly even their stupid little humiliation slut as she thought she'd hinted at earlier to Sir.

She wanted to rub her thighs together, to press them into her sex, but her laces around the table legs forced her feet apart and she'd just have to drip her hot need instead of smearing it on the insides of her thighs.
 
Once Elli had confirmed to Rachel what she wanted, was begging for, Clint spoke to Rachel directly. "I'll have to find a suitable place to prop the phone which will allow you a good enough view of me punishing then fucking this stupid little slut. Let me know which view is best for you." Clint tried the phone in several locations. "I can always move it into different positions if you want a different view at any time."

As Clint placed his phone on top of a filling cabinet side on from Elli Rachel stopped him. "There, that is a good view for me to watch you fuck our little slut. I'll want you to pick it up before you cum on her face or in her mouth, I want a really good close up of how close our little slut is to becoming a cum-slut. I'll let you know if I want you to move it at any point before then. Before you start hold the phone to sluts face, I want to speak with her and look at her and let her see me."

Clint moved the phone to Elli's face as asked, holding it close so they could see each others faces as Rachel spoke. "You like this don't you slut, being bent over a desk and tied up waiting to be spanked and fucked? I bet you'd like it if people were there watching, seeing you tied up, about to be fucked, knowing what a stupid little humiliation slut you really are."

"Perhaps next time I have our little slut tied to a desk I'll invite some of the gang over to watch." Clint interrupting Rachel's speech. "I bet our little humiliation slut would love that, she's such a slut she'd probably want them to join in, to take turns fucking her." With the phone still being held to Elli's face, Rachel replied to Clint then continued the talk to Elli.

"Yes Clint, I think she would like that. But that's for another time. Now Elli, my little apprentice slut, I want you to be nice and vocal so I can hear as well as see what is happening. Remember, men really like hearing their sluts being vocal. I'll give you a couple of examples but the words you use are yours to choose, saying what you want and how you feel is always a good idea. Try something like; 'Fuck me nice and hard master, treat me like the little slut I am.' Or, if you're going to cum tell Master; 'Yes, keep fucking me, make me cum with your big hard cock.' And when Master is about to cum tell him how much you want it; 'Please feed me your cum, I want to taste it and feel it on my face.' I'm sure Master will enjoy things like that."

With the pep talk over, Clint placed the phone back into the position requested by Rachel for the best view and stood behind Elli. "You have been a disobedient little slut haven't you?" Clint brought his right hand down onto Elli's bare backside with a large smack. "I think I might message Vinnie, ask him if he's free to come over to watch you being punished then see how much of a slut you are turning into." Again Clint's hand landed on Elli's bum, a slight reddening appearing there already. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Like to have Vinnie watch as I spank you?" Another spank was delivered without mercy. "You're such a little humiliation slut that you'd like him to watch me fuck you?" 'Smack'. "Such a cock-slut that you would want him to take out his cock and wank while we fucked then feel two hard cocks inside of you?"

The last smack was equally as hard as the previous four but this time, instead of removing it instantly, Clint let his hand linger on Ellis backside. Caressing her reddened cheeks, his thumb brushing against her anal bud, moving down towards her pussy, closer and closer until his fingers brushed against her pussy lips, feeling the wet and warmth then down to her clitoris.
 
Elli was not what might be called a poker player. She didn't have a poker face, couldn't hide her thoughts and feelings, couldn't stop them from being written across her face. She knew this. She also knew Ma'am, Mistress. And she knew that in the face-to-face video Ma'am would know exactly what was going through the young apprentice-slut's head.

That in itself was a turn-on. Elli had stared back into those gorgeous eyes and let her lust be transmitted across the airwaves to wherever Mistress presently was, assessing her trainee-slut with total accuracy. If only she could have been present, perhaps holding down Elli's shoulders, or pulling her bum cheeks apart for Sir, or rubbing the sting from her well-spanked bottom.

As Sir's fingers teased Elli's hungry, sodden pussy and clit, her hips tilted as much as they could to seek firmer, more satisfying contact. “Please fuck me, Sir? I need a fuck, really need a fuck, desperately need a fuck? A hard fuck with your big hard cock?”

It wasn't just the witnessed spanking, or Master and Mistress's exchange, the delicious objectifying, or even the wonderful practical sex advice from Ma'am, but those triggers were compounded by the suggestions of more witnesses, of double fucking, repeated fucking, the men taking turns, fucking her one after the other under the control and protection of Sir and Ma'am. It had all raised Elli to a point of desperation, where lust and physical need had overridden any sense of shame or awareness of reality. Her sexual need was everything. She wanted everything.

“Please Sir, please fuck me and cum on my face and in my mouth? Please make me a cum-slut, please let me show Mistress how well I'm learning to be an obedient little cum-slut, cock-slut, fuck-slut, group-fuck-slut, humiliation-slut, stupid-ignorant-little-insult-slut?” Elli was almost humping the edge of the desk, whimpering in her sexual frustration. “PLEASE FUCK ME!” She screamed, “Bring anyone you want, just please, please, FUCK ME?” tears stung her eyes as the denial became almost too much to cope with.
 
When Elli tried to push herself back onto his fingers, Clint backed them away, maintaining a gentle touch and more importantly, control over his slut and the situation. He wanted to touch Elli, to fuck her, but he was also enjoying seeing and hearing how much his little slut wanted and needed a good hard fuck. As he had Elli tied and unable to move too much, Clint was determined to tease her as much as possible before giving her the fuck and cum she so craved.

Clint unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock, he rubbed the tip against Elli's pussy lips, up and down, coating the head of his cock with the wetness of Elli's, mixing it with his pre-cum. As with his fingers, Clint was going to make sure he only inserted his cock when he was ready and Elli desperate, if she pushed herself back towards him, he backed off an equal amount.

Looking towards his phone, Clint began speaking with Rachel. "What do you think Rachel, is our little slut ready to take two cocks at once? I know Vinnie is in his room in the Mess right now, after last nights activities we had a couple of drinks in the bar."

"It's difficult to know for sure Clint, our slut has been developing quickly but I've yet to see her be fucked, the only sexual activity I've seen her carry out so far is sucking your cock. She certainly seems to be trying to please, and says she wants to be an obedient little cum-slut, cock-slut, fuck-slut, group-fuck-slut, humiliation-slut, stupid-ignorant-little-insult-slut, but I'm not sure that she's ready yet. It would be a big step forward for her."

"Perhaps I should let you watch me fuck her for while Rachel, see how she handles me before we make a final decision on a second cock today."

That's probably a good idea Clint. I don't think it will be long before she attempts multiple cocks but see how she handles just you first."

Using one hand to hold Elli's head in place, make sure her face remained pointing in the direction of his phone, of Rachel, his other holding his cock against Elli's willing pussy, Clint pushed forward slightly. Elli's pussy was wet and ready, his cock hard with the tip already smeared in her juices enabled him to insert the head of his cock without to much difficulty. Clint stopped there, he could have buried his whole cock inside Elli with just a thrust or two but wanted to continue teasing his slut, make her beg some more for his whole cock.
 
Elli let out a dramatic sigh of relief as she felt Sir slide into her hot wet cunt. Then she groaned. He'd stopped! “Sir! SIR?” she cried, “More! Deeper! Please? Oh please Sir, fill me with the rest of your big cock!” Elli tried to push back, to impale herself on his hot hard erection, but Sir was too much in control, and her movements were restricted by him and her bindings, just like when she'd tried to get deeper onto his fingers.

She whimpered in frustration. Yet in truth, she was having the best time of her young life. Sir's denial and pinning her down was exactly what she needed, and Elli was aware enough to know that the fucking, when it happened in earnest, would be everything she'd ever fantasised about. More, even. She'd never imagined how turned on she'd become from listening to Mistress and Master talk so deliciously about her as they had been, and filling her mind with previously undreamt-of delights.

Though she had yet to feel even one man-cock slide into her eager pussy, she couldn't help but wonder about taking two cocks at the same time. Sir had suggested it again, but Ma'am didn't seem to think that Elli was ready yet. But she was. She knew she was. She could take both Sir and the QM Store Ssgt, as long as Master was controlling things. The only bit that jarred with her was when Mistress seemed to question Elli's determination to be their total slut; but on the other hand, there was that promise of multiple cocks very soon. If she was a good slut. If she gave Sir a good enough fuck.

It seemed best not to speak too much, but let her actions make her case. Elli was determined to prove to both Master and Mistress that she was ready and eager to be fucked, to be cummed on, cummed in; whatever it took to earn their approval and earn slut-status. She used her inner muscles and squirms to pleasure the inserted tip of Master's lovely big fat cock. She wanted to give him his best fuck ever. A lofty goal, perhaps, but worth a try.
 
The pussy felt tight around the head of Clint's cock, he could also feel Elli clenching herself around the inserted helmet, despite the tightness Clint was sure Elli's pussy was wet enough to take his whole length with one firm thrust... but not just yet.

Despite being a few feet away, with the phone volume high and on speaker, Clint and Elli could clearly hear anything Rachel had to say "That's enough of teasing the little cock-slut Clint. Give her what she wants, what she's desperate to feel. I'll only be able to judge how ready she is for two cocks when I've seen her being fucked hard by you."

Taking the hint from Rachel, Clint pressed his elbow and forearm onto Elli's back, keeping her pinned to the desk, gripped a handful of hair at the back of her head, pulling it tightly, making sure her face would be directed at his phone. Then with one hard and fast penetrating thrust he was deep inside of Elli's wet and warm pussy. Clint held himself there for a moment, balls deep inside his little slut, then slowly withdrew. The first thrusts after that were slow and deliberate, Clint wanted Elli to feel every inch of his hard cock as it glided in and out of her.

"Looks as though she's enjoying feeling you inside of her Clint, but fuck her harder. And push a couple of fingers into her mouth, lets see how ready she is for two cocks at once."

Still holding Elli's hair with one hand, Clint followed Rachel's instructions, the pace of his fucking getting steadily harder and faster while also presenting a couple of his fingers to Elli's mouth for her to suck on while her pussy received a good hard fucking from his big cock.
 
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Elli breathed hard through her open mouth, tongue searching for the fingers, licking them, inviting them into her waiting mouth,, fellating them, eager to prove herself to Mistress. The deep hard strong fucking she was getting from Master was everything she dreamed it would be. He pistoned in and out, challenging her, rocking her body, banging against the inside limits of her vagina which pulsed and gripped and stretched to take Sir over and over again, expanding and collapsing like a slick fuck sleeve. She did everything she could think of to increase his pleasure, maximise his sensations, be an active fuck-slut desperate to earn his spunk.

Spurred on by Mistress's words of encouragement, Elli was loving how her Mentor was almost directing this first Army-fuck of her young protege, urging Sir to fuck her harder, to get her ready for two cocks. Elli so wanted to impress, to prove that she could fuck and suck at the same time; fuck cock deep in her pussy and suck cock in her mouth, even though she was auditioning on just fingers for now. She needed to pass this audition, this test, this fuck-test. She could do it, she knew she could do it. She was going to be the best slut they'd ever had, her name on the wall-of-fame, slut-of-the-year, champion-slut; the most obedient, willing, dirty slut there ever was!

Elli fucked like her future depended on it, coordinating with Sir's deep thrusts, riding with him, constantly adapting to his rhythm, putting his needs first yet relishing how full her insides were, stuffed with his big man-cock over and over. She knew that this was her first real fuck, that what her boyfriend had offered didn't compare, didn't count. Sir was truly her first fuck, her best.

She was cumming. It just happened, no warning. She clamped her lips down on Sir's fingers, tensed her body, and felt the rippling waves roll through her insides and send tremors radiating out to her extremities. She gulped, squirmed, writhed with startled eyes wide open as the orgasm pulsed through her; and then as it receded she resumed fucking Sir with renewed energy and an excess of pussy juice that must surely have been squirting out with every cock thrust. She was sure she could hear squishing to accompany the sounds of raw animal fucking.

This office is going to reek with the scent of sex, she thought to herself, wondering how she'd explain it once everyone else returned to work. Until then, she had a lot more fucking to do, and once again Elli threw herself into it with total commitment.
 
Despite that she was watching the fucking via the video call rather than being there in the flesh, Rachel could see the effort and commitment Elli was giving to the fucking and sucking of Clint's cock and fingers. Perhaps she hadn't given the little cock-slut the credit she deserved, hadn't realised how determined Elli was to please her Master and Mistress, to becoming the perfect and obedient cock-slut, fuck-slut, cum-slut, group-fuck-slut, humiliation-slut maybe even a gangbang-slut.

While fucking Elli, his good little slut, and having his fingers expertly sucked, Clint could feel every bit of the work being put in to earn his cum, her pussy gripping his cock, pushing back in time with his own fucking rhythm, the use of her tongue as she sucked his fingers. Clint could feel his own orgasm building, then Elli's own started, unexpected, her body tensing and sucking halted for a few moments. Clint buried his cock deep inside of the pussy he had been pounding, thrusting his hips hard against her backside for a moment then withdrawing until only the tip was inside and slowly began the fucking again, sliding his whole length in and out.

Rachel was able to see Elli's reaction as she orgasmed, her body squirming, eyes wide open and gulping, the moment it had passed she returned to her slut duties of pleasing her Master, fucking him, trying to earn a reward of fresh cum.

The orgasm from Elli had produced an abundance of pussy juice, Clint could feel it first, the extra lubrication helping him delay his own orgasm, allowing him to begin fucking hard and fast again. The juice was escaping from Elli's pussy as they fucked, coating Clint's thighs and dribbling down Elli's, a glorious squelching noise now accompanying every thrust.

Elli was good at fucking, at being fucked. Clint and Rachel knew she didn't have much experience of sex, of fucking but she clearly loved it and was a natural slut!

The noise didn't prevent Rachel's voice being heard. "Perhaps our slut is ready for two cocks. Call Vinnie and see how quickly he can get down to the office."

Clint stopped fucking Elli, pulled out and picked up the other phone, positioning himself, his cock, near Elli's mouth as he dialled, the call was answered after only a couple of rings. "Vinnie, how quickly can you get down to my Company Clerks office? If you can make it in the next few minutes it will be worth your while."
 
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Although bound and restrained, Elli managed to move her head forward and start to lick the slimy fat bulb that was the tip of Master's cock. There was something delightfully naughty about orally pleasing Sir's cock while he was on the phone, even for such a short message, and the young woman was hopeful that her behaviour would be noticed by Ma'am, and receive even more approval. She was pretty sure that a good cock-slut would suck cock like this without having to be told. So she sucked the free end of the penis between her lips and continued flicking it with her tongue.

Elli didn't know what Sir and Ma'am had planned for when the Store Ssgt joined them, but she trusted Master and Mistress completely, and she had begged Mistress to train her in sex, so whatever it was, she would do her best to make them proud. She clearly had already passed the finger-sucking audition. Ma'am had said so. It made her feel so good about what she was achieving.

Now that she'd enjoyed a decent thorough fuck to orgasm, the edge had been taken off her sexual desperation leaving her simply hungry for sex. It had been so long. She still craved having her pussy filled and wanted another orgasm or two. But this wasn't about her. This was about giving, not taking. About passing another slut-test. About proving herself to Master and Mistress. Earning their trust, approval, and possibly even their respect as the most complete slut they'd ever had.

She still had her sights set on that slut-championship plaque, even if it didn't actually exist. She wanted to be the best. And that's how she was sucking Master's cock in full view of Mistress.
 
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As he spoke to Vinnie on the phone, Clint felt Elli's mouth and tongue begin to pleasure him, just as he'd hoped she would. Vinnie, surmising, praying that Clint's statement had something to do with Private Lutte, answered quickly and sharply. "I'll be right there Clint."

"Good, we'll be ready and waiting for you." Clint put down his phone and turned to speak with Rachel on the other phone on video call. "Any thoughts on how how our little slut should take two cocks for the first time Rachel?"

"I think, as she begged for this and wants to prove what a good little double-fuck-slut she is, it needs to be a cock in her pussy at the same time as one in her mouth, you and Vinnie need to spit roast her. As you already have your cock in the slut's mouth and Vinnie will be there soon why not let him fuck her when he gets there. You'll have to swap over at some point so our little slut Elli gets to experience it both ways round. I'll leave the decision on how and where you spread your seed, up to both of you men, just make sure she feels both loads."

"Ok Rachel, sounds like a good enough plan, I'll make sure Vinnie does that and doesn't waste a drop."

Clint then returned his focusing back on his Elli, his fuck-slut, tied to the desk and sucking his cock. He pulled her head closer to the edge of the desk, adjusted to make sure Rachel had a good view then, holding Elli's head with his hand, began to fuck the willing mouth. "Are you ready for a second cock Elli? Ready for your first time being spit roast? I'll make sure you're ok." The words were said and meant with care and affection. "I'm sure if you commit to the experience you'll really enjoy it."

"Is the view you have good enough now and when Vinnie arrives Rachel?"

"All good thanks Clint." Replied Rachel. "Now fuck that cock-sluts mouth."

It wasn't long before a figure appeared at the door, it was instantly recognisable to Clint, as was the Scottish accent he heard almost instantly. "I knew the wee lassie was a slut and wanted to be fucked, group fucked even!"

"Ok Vinnie, you need to listen to and follow any orders I give. I also need to let you know that Rachel is watching and listening on a video call, you need to listen to anything she says too. Are you ok with that?"

"Ready for whatever you and Rachel have planned for this little slut Clint."
 
There was something wonderfully depraved about having the Stores Ssgt walk in and see Elli sucking cock, naked and bound. It made her insides give a little leap of delight which Mistress might pick up on if the phone camera was good enough. Elli hoped Ma'am knew, if only for future lessons and guidance.

She continued to suck as best she could without hands, still determined to give Master an experience to remember, still eager to earn her place in the slut hall of fame. It was comforting to know that Sir was in command, as if this double fuck, double cock experience were some kind of military manoeuvre. Maybe somewhere there was an Army manual on the proper way to spitroast a young woman! Elli would have smiled at that if her mouth hadn't been full of Sir's cock.

The Stores Ssgt had jumped straight into the programme like he'd been briefed; or maybe he was just perceptive. He was a senior NCO after all. He called her a slut, a little slut, who wanted to be fucked. He was right. He even suggested that group-fucking her might be possible. But that, of course, would be up to Master and Mistress.

Mistress. Ma'am was proving to be the best friend a young inexperienced woman could have, giving up her time so generously to school her trainee in the finer skills of sex and slutdom, even awarding her the status of cock-slut when she encouraged Sir to fuck her mouth. Which, of course, he was, in full view of the camera, of Ma'am, and now also of the Ssgt.

Sir had been so nice about this, offering comforting reassurance while his hips pumped his hard, big erection deep and shallow into her eager, active mouth. She wondered if he'd let her take his cum there on her tongue, or if it would be in her pussy, or on her face, or her back, or in her hair? And there'd be a second load to enjoy, from the Ssgt. She was such a lucky girl to get two cocks so soon. Hopefully, Ma'am would give her good marks for attainment afterwards in the post-mission debrief, and perhaps some suggestions for her next time, just like she'd had such great ideas about this session, this spit-roast.

Yes, Elli, Private Elli Lutte, Elli the Slut, was a very lucky girl.
 
It was apparent to Clint and the watching Rachel that Vinnie walking into the room hadn't thrown Elli at all, there was no sign of a struggle, tensing up and she had continued to suck on Clint's cock as if having an audience was normal. If anything, the appearance of SSgt Vint had spurned on the young slut in her cock sucking role. Rachel hadn't been sure it was the best course of action, that Elli was ready when suggesting the introduction of a third person, a second cock, but Elli's willingness to become a slut, to please Master and Mistress, continued to surpass expectations.

Clint began with the direction of the action. "Ok Vinnie, as my little slut's mouth is busy at the moment, you can start on her pussy. I've already fucked her to orgasm so she's nice and wet. Give her a few slaps on her arse before you start to fuck her, but not too hard, I've got my cock in her mouth."

Then as Vinnie began to quickly remove his trousers he looked down at Elli, still sucking on his hard cock. "I'm going to remove my cock from your mouth for a moment, when I do I want you to tell SSgt Vint, what you want, use your slutty words to make sure his cock nice and hard to fuck you. Tell him how much you want to feel two cocks at once, how you want to be fucked by him as you suck me, tell him how you want two loads of cum, tell him what a slut you are then we'll show him."

Clint could feel his own orgasm building, he wasn't ready yet and would be able to control himself, hold off until the right time, but could feel it would be a big one, a large load he would be giving Elli, he just needed to decide where it would go. Elli had stated she wanted him to cum on her tongue, as she was being such a good little slut he thought he should reward her with that, although he was expecting there to be so much it might also splash onto her face. There would also be another load, Vinnie's.

Clint's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a smack landing on Elli's backside as Vinnie, naked from the waist down, began carrying out his orders. Clint had seen Vinnie naked several times before, in the communal male showers so many of the Army Barracks still had, so it wasn't a surprise to see his semi hard cock. He pulled his cock from Elli's mouth to allow her to speak.
 
Elli took a moment to work her mouth a little now that Sir had withdrawn his big cock from between her lips; her jaw felt stretched but it was a nice feeling, sort of satisfying in the way it reminded her how big a cock she'd just been sucking. It made her feel like she was truly accomplishing something, growing into her slutdom.

“Yes, Sir,” Elli began, once she'd dealt with the excess saliva that had collected while she'd been blow-jobbing Sir, then turned her attention to their visitor, “Staff Sergeant, you are so right, I AM a slut, and DO want to be fucked, and group fucked. And thank you for slapping my bare bum in front of Sir and Ma'am, my slut Master and slut Mistress; they're training me to be the best slut I can be.”

Elli paused for just a moment trying to remember Sir's orders about what she should say and glanced up at Sir with affection and trust in her eyes, then at the camera and Ma'am as obedience and hunger and a hint of challenge crept into her expression. She continued looking directly into the camera, directly at Mistress while she carried on talking to the Ssgt.

“And Staff Sergeant, I want to be spit roasted, fucked in my pussy and mouth at the same time, just like Mistress promised, you fucking my cunt with your Senior NCO big cock while Sir fucks my mouth before you both swap over, double fucked by two soldier cocks at the same time, with Mistress watching and commenting when she wants; I want to prove I'm a good slut, good enough to follow Ma'am's training, good enough to please Sir, good enough to have my name on the wall-of-fame in the men's toilets, good enough to take two cocks, to earn two loads of spunk. I want two cum loads, am desperate for two cums-full of spunk, am begging for you to empty your balls on my face, in my mouth, anywhere that I can feel it hot and sticky! Oh fuck!”

Elli had worked herself up towards another orgasm just through her own words and thoughts, and from knowing that Sir and Ma'am and the Ssgt were hearing her pour out her filthy desires and lustful thoughts. Her eyes smouldered as she stared into the camera, daring Ma'am to talk down to her, humiliate her in front of the Ssgt.

Thankfully her almost-cum receded back from the point of boiling over to more of a rolling simmer as her words petered out, but she was still very close. She was as horny and aroused as ever she could remember. All she needed now was for the two cocks to impale her, one at each end.
 
By the time Elli had finished her little speech, begging to be fucked by two cocks, Vinnie's cock was big, hard and erect, the slutty talk from Elli certainly had the effect on Vinnie that Clint had expected. Vinnie's cock was about the same length as Clint's, perhaps slightly longer, although thinner, certainly not as thick as the cock Clint was presenting to Elli's mouth, she opened up obligingly and he thrust his hard cock back into her willing mouth.

"Right Vinnie, time to give this little slut what she wants, slide your cock into her pussy. You'd better give that other arse cheek a slap while you're at it."

Vinnie willingly followed the orders he was given, dishing out another slap on the bare backside. He the grabbed his cock in his hand, lining it up against Elli's pussy, slowly easing it in an inch at a time. Clint was doing the same with his cock in Elli's mouth, easing it in a bit at a time in pace with Vinnie, until both were inserted as far as they would go. Vinnie grabbed Elli by the hips, Clint her hair and both began gently fucking, spit roasting her.

Rachel watched and listened to what was happening with interest, noticing that Elli had been looking directly at the phone, at her, while she performed her slutty little speech. Although Rachel could see it was more than just words to please Vinnie and Clint, it was what Elli wanted, who she really was, a slut, Master and Mistress's slut. Rachel knew the role she had to play, what Elli wanted and needed so began to direct the action.

"That's not how you treat a dirty little whore! You need to fuck the slut good and hard, use the tramp for your own pleasure and entertainment. Vinnie, slap the slut arse while you fuck her, make it red and glowing. Clint, make the whore gag on your cock while you fuck her mouth."

The men followed Rachel's prompt and began fucking Elli like the slut she was, Vinnie slapping and fucking in rhythm with Clint, as one cock was sliding out the other was sliding in. Keeping their whore filled with cock.

"Vinnie, you do know that Elli enjoys being watched and insulted, the humiliation-slut gets off from it. Our little whore loves to be used and insulted, it turns her on so you need to tell the slut what she is while you use her for your own satisfaction."

Vinnie, who's listening as he fucked Elli, looked across to the Private he was fucking, his friends cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Vinnie dished out another slap onto the red backside.

"Is what Rachel said right? You like to be humiliated and treat like the whore you are? I'll make sure everyone knows what a stupid little slut you are, I’ll write it on the walls of the mens toilet."
 
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Elli felt a leap inside on hearing the Ssgt's challenge and question. Would he really tell everyone that she was a stupid slut, a fuck-slut, cock-slut, double-cock-slut, spit-roast-double-cock-slut? Would he post it in the men's toilets? She knew that she'd hate that, that it would be appalling and a step way too far, and yet the very idea had her almost cumming again as she revelled in the constant filling with cock: pussy, then mouth, then pussy, then mouth, over and over, constantly being stuffed with cock.

Despite her misgivings Elli had tried to nod an answer to the Ssgt's question, to agree that Ma'am had her exactly right, and had again looked into the phone trying to let Ma'am know how on the money she was.

Which made her think. On the money. Whore. They kept using the word, whore. That was a prostitute, wasn't it? A girl who fucked for money? Did sex for money? What if … she could hardly bring herself to put the thought into words. Not that Sir should pay her. Or the Ssgt. But if she was Mistress's whore, Sir's whore, then what if they did charge men to fuck her? Then she truly would be a whore. Was that the ultimate in slutdom?

Elli's rapid-fire thoughts were interrupted by yet another stinging slap on her bare bum. From the Ssgt. Seen and heard by Sir. And Ma'am over the phone. It sent another little thrill through her, different to the ones responding to all the name-calling, but just as exciting. Just as the hard deep oral fucking from Sir was almost choking her, making her gag. The abuse, physical and verbal, was far from upsetting Elli. Quite the opposite. It was showing her what was possible, what she enjoyed, what turned her on. It created and fed a sexual appetite in her that she hadn't really known, or perhaps had only barely glimpsed.

Elli was totally hooked. She needed Master and Mistress for her sexual fulfilment. Without the two of them, sex would pale into a flavourless mediocrity that would leave her empty. Would she be able to enjoy sex without Sir ordering another man to slide his cock into her pussy, or Ma'am directing the fuck-action, pouring on humiliation and insult?

Elli was in her element. Ecstatic. Lurching from almost-orgasm to almost-orgasm, revelling in all the sensations. Having the time of her life. Having the fuck of her life. The double-fuck of her life.

And she gave the two men everything she could to enhance their pleasure, recalling all the advice Mistress had given on satisfying men sexually, using her mouth and cunt to actively stimulate both big hard soldier cocks. Wanting to earn the two anticipated ball-emptying loads of hot fresh spunk.
 
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Both Clint and Vinnie were engrossed in the sexual action they were taking part in, they gave each other occasional eye contact and commented on how much they were enjoying double-fucking the little slut, Elli, there was even a high five between the men at one point. Just as Rachel thought she was going to have to get the men to swap ends Clint took the initiative.

"Are you ready to swap ends now Vinnie? Take your turn fucking my little slut's mouth, feel how good she is at sucking and swallowing cock."

"Absolutely Clint, I can't wait to feel the cock hungry whore's lips around my cock." Withdrawing his cock from Elli's pussy, Vinnie moved round next to where Clint was, still having his cock sucked with dedication by Elli, the young soldier now seeing two cocks in her face, Vinnie's for the first time.

Having inadvertently blocked the camera and Rachel's view, they both suddenly heard the voyer speaking out. "You've blocked my view Vinnie! Pick up the phone and point it at the action so I don't miss anything."

Vinnie did as he was told, offering a quick apology, "Sorry Rachel." then moved to grab the phone and point it to give Rachel a view of the action.

"I'd like to see how our whore could handle sucking two cocks, but perhaps that will have to wait for another time, when she's on her knees and can take a cock in each hand. "Vinnie, slap her face with your cock while she sucks Clint. Treat her like the cock-slut she is." As Clint slid his cock in and out of Elli's mouth, Vinnie grabbed his cock in one hand and began slapping it across Elli's forehead and cheek. In his other hand was the phone, giving Rachel a close up shot of Elli's face with the two cocks also in view.

"Right Clint, time to start spit roasting our whore again." Rachel again directing what was to take place. "But before you leave the slut's mouth to Vinnie, I want to see you both slap the tramp's face with your cocks." Clint withdrew from Elli's mouth and joined Vinnie in slapping Elli about the face, they alternated as the cocks slapped her lips, nose, cheeks, head and hair. Vinnie continuing to make sure Rachel got the best possible view.

"That's enough of that, I want to see our whore swallow and taste Vinnie's cock, suck off her own juices as she tries to draw out his cum. That's what you want Elli isn't it? To suck a second cock then feel and taste not one, but two loads of cum?"

Clint moved behind the bound Elli and re-inserted his cock in one firm thrust and began fucking again. Although he was desperate to slide his cock into Elli's mouth, Vinnie waited a moment, to give Elli a chance to answer Rachel's questions.
 
Oh my! Mistress knew her so well, thought Elli, instantly feeling both gratitude and affection for her friend. She was giving the young woman everything she might crave.

“Yes, Mistress, it's what I so want; two cocks, two loads of cum, to taste them, feel them, swallow them … oh fuck!”

Elli again trembled as another mini-orgasm pulsed through her body, making her squeeze tight around Sir's lovely cock banging at her pussy. She loved how dirty Mistress was talking, calling her whore, slut, whore, tramp, whore, and cock-slut. That last name like a hard-earned badge of honour. But it was the repetition of whore that was really getting to her, firing her imagination, making her eyes sparkle every time she heard it. Would she? Could she? Would Sir and Mistress?

Yes, Mistress was truly inspired. The face slapping from two cocks, or cock-slapping, was an awesome idea of hers, and Elli revelled in the smells, the splats, all the feelings of having her face and head slapped by two big hard eager cocks. She loved it.

She also wondered at Ma'am's instruction that she should suck two cocks at the same time. It sounded such a good idea, though she wasn't sure of the mechanics. Was Elli supposed to fit two big soldier-cocks between her lips, her jaws, at the same time? Or should she take them in turns, one after the other, perhaps swapping quickly, perhaps slowly, wanking one while sucking the other before changing over?

One thing was for sure, Ma'am was getting a great view of what was happening, nice and close and detailed, provided the phone could handle it, of course. But there had been no complaints since the Ssgt started holding the phone, unlike when he'd blocked Ma'am's view. It made Elli feel good to know that Ma'am didn't want to miss anything. Made her feel good to know that Sir and the Ssgt were enjoying what she could do, could offer; that Sir complimented her cock-sucking, that the Ssgt could hardly wait to get his cock in her mouth.

Elli wasn't wasting that mouth on any more words, but actively sought the Ssgt's cock that was still soiled from fucking her. Her lips reached for it, trying to draw it in, needing to suck on it, to balance the hard steady fucking Sir was giving her at the other end.
 
Once Elli had answered Rachel and with the cock-slut stretching to reach his cock, Vinnie moved forward, cock in hand and fed it into the the mouth desperate to taste and suck him. As his cock entered Elli's mouth and had it sucked in deep, Vinnie let out a loud groan of pleasure, his hand moved from the base of his cock to the head of the slut who's lips and mouth were pleasuring him. Gripping Elli by the hair he began to fuck the slut's mouth in time with Clint fucking at the other end.

Being aware that he was acting as camera man as well as taking part in fucking the bound tramp, also remembering what Rachel had said about how Elli got off on being insulted, 'humiliation-slut' was the term she'd used. He also wondered if Rachel was enjoying hearing the humiliation as well as seeing Elli treat like a slut. Vinnie wanted to keep the insults flowing.

"That's it you little slut, suck your pussy juices from my cock, I want you to clean it up now and after I've cum on your face and in your mouth."

Rachel was enjoying what she was seeing, but sensing it mightn't be long before the WO2 and SSgt were at the point they couldn't hold back much longer decided to get them to repeat their earlier high five.

"I liked seeing the high-five you did while spit roasting the whore, hold the camera back so I can see you do it again."

Vinnie held the phone up and away from his body, in a position he hoped would give Rachel a decent view. Clint, who was gripping Elli around her hips as he fucked her let go with one hand, slapped her arse a couple of times before speaking.

"It's great to be sharing my fuck-slut with you Vinnie, I think she's enjoying having her mouth and pussy fucked at the same time." Clint then held up his hand, ready to high-five his friend.

"Yeah, she's definitely a dirty little slut who enjoys two cocks, thanks for sharing her with me." Vinnie then lifted his right hand and slapped the hand of Clint, to carry out the high-five, as their cock's were held deep inside of Elli's mouth and pussy.

Vinnie, feeling he was about to cum, wanted to let both Clint and Rachel know and hear what they wanted him to do. "I'm getting close! This slut is such a good cock sucker that I don't think I can hold off cumming for much longer."
 
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This slut is such a good cock-sucker, the Stores SSgt had said, and Elli felt her pride swell at such a wonderful compliment while enjoying being fucked at both ends at the same time and being held by her hair. And he was going to cum soon, rewarding her further with a lovely load of hot fresh spunk. Maybe Sir would follow close behind? That would be awesome.

Elli kept working her pussy muscles and her mouth, wanting to be the best fuck, best suck, best double the soldiers had ever had. And wanting Mistress to see how well her little student was doing. It was fantastic being the centre of attention of three senior Army people, the two men and one woman, all egging her on in her sex performance, praising her, awarding her titles such as dirty little slut, fuck-slut, spit-roasted whore, all of which gave her a thrill and set her eyes blazing. And that repeat of the high five! If she could have grinned she would have, but her pussy and mouth had been full of hard soldier-cock.

But it was time for cum. She was close to orgasm herself, and the men needed to empty their balls, and Mistress deserved a good show, an unleashing of the double load of sperm over her protege's face. It was getting too much for the young soldier, and her own needs spiralled rapidly towards climax, affecting her pussy and her mouth. Being bound by her laces to the table, and hands tied behind her back, she couldn't push off her impalers and sink to her knees in front of them like her instincts directed, but she could squeeze those two gorgeous cocks and non-verbally beg for their cum.
 
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