Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

Anton watched Dahlia go straight to work with Olivia, wasting no time in carrying out her orders. That's what he liked most about her, her eagerness and dedication not only to him, but to her duties as well. Anton was positive she had never held any position of importance before he had found her. Certainly such loyalty could be generated in women such as Olivia, who only needed to have their eyes opened a little to the truth. And that truth was that Anton truly had their best intentions in mind. His mind was simply deluded into believing that they didn't know it yet and it was up to him to bring it out of them. It didn't take Dahlia long to finish her chores and soon Olivia was strapped back in as the process continued unabated. Neither the nurse of Anton showed any consideration for what she might be feeling, for the pain and agony now was only a small price to pay for the outcome it would produce. With his cock in hand, stroking it slow with a large palm, his smile only grew as Dahlia neatly packed her equipment away and strode over to him. Without any hesitation, she was down on her knees and ready to clean his tool . Anton brought his hands back to rest folded over his stomach as Dahlia's smaller hands replaced them. They felt warm and loving to the touch, and soon her mouth joined their work by consuming the head of his large member. Skillful and thorough, just as he trained her and just how he intended to train Olivia, it didn't take Dahlia long to have her owner in a state of bliss and pleasure. His head dipped back, his mouth opened as he rapidly breathed short inhale and exhales out. Dahlia could always put him in a frenzy like this. Soon she began to engulf more and more of his thick girth, Anton feeling it disappear into her tight mouth where her throat, in its attempt to swallow the large object, created a milking sensation around it that was tremendously delightful. With louder moans and grunts emitting from his mouth, Anton's hands flew to her pitch dark hair and groped it tightly in thick curls. Not long after, he was using his grip to help speed along her bobbing, practically slamming her face into his pelvis region over and over again. Not once did he bruise her face up pretty bad from this and it seemed he would do so again. It didn't take long for Anton to give in fully to pleasure. With Dahlia on her knees, Anton stood and began to thrust his hips ferociously into her mouth, working up the bubbling sensation in his gut to the breaking point. And he came at least, jamming the entirety of his cock into her mouth and groaning as loud as possible as his member pulsed and spewed out a generous load. He coated her throat with the sticky, hot seed and kept her mouth trapped around his cock for a great while after, making her swallow every droplet of his offering before he finally let her withdraw. Then he collapsed back into his seat, chest heaving with the last of the waves of pleasure across his body as he rubbed at his forehead. It would take him a few moments to reorganize his thoughts after such a mind-blowing orgasm. Thank you nurse Dahlia. Anton said, in a dismissive tone really as Olivia's alterations for the day were coming to an end. I'll see you later tonight for your debriefing. And with that, he motioned for her to leave as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. She had served her purpose and was no longer needed now that Anton turned his attention back to his pet project. In a heartbeat, Dahlia was forgotten as visions of the completed Olivia filled his mind. The countdown dropped to zero and slowly the convulsions and sensations that Olivia had been forced to sit through came to an end. There was very little changes to her body thus far. Her breasts remained flat but they would feel heavy, and in the morning they would have grown significantly, but not fully to the image Anton had in mind. And soon she would begin to feel the carnal urges that had been programmed into her very genes. That would be an interesting development. Standing up, he strode over to where Olivia lay, strapped and restrained, and placed his hand casually on top of one of her breasts, removing some of the wires. How do you feel girl? Ready for the next part of your lessons? I like to call it etiquette training. Anton said with a mischievous smile.