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“...Just let me know if you need anything else, hun."

The lithe girl turned around on her heel and quickly hopped away with abundant energy. Her short blue skirt hardly reached halfway down her tight, shapely butt that jiggled with every skip. John struggled to look back down at his work, his eyes struggling to break contact with those perky, creamy white cheeks, perfectly separated by her thin strap of a thong and framed by those long, thigh-high waldo-striped socks...

“R-right..." He shook his head to try and dismiss his thoughts. They could wait for later. He hunkered back down into the boring paperwork that, unfortunately, was required of an Admiral of the fleet. After only a few more minutes of uninterrupted work, the girl who had positioned herself as his personal secretary burst through the door once more.

“Joooohhhnn..." she whined. “Come ouuut..."

“Soon, Shimakaze! Soon. Promise. Just need to...get this last...sheet..."

John trailed off. He didn't even bother looking up, preferring to bury his nose in his work.

“It's always with that stuff..." she frowned, scrunching her nose in frustration. “If you aren't gonna come with me, then I'm gonna come to you, then, mister I'm-too-important-for-my-secretary". She slowly approached his desk and dropped to her knees. “Guess I'll have to start. _Again." _Her voice had equal parts love and condescension as she rested her head on his lap and rubbed her cheek on his slowly-stiffening crotch. “I think I'll just...get started without you. Don't need to pay me any mind." She winked. “You can just finish your work at your own pace and I'll get you nice and warmed up."

John glanced downward at the blonde, flat-chested girl to find her already unbuttoning his pants and reaching for his cock before he even had a chance to say “yes". Not that he would have refused. Instead, he simply gave a quiet, acknowledging grunt of pleasure as he straightened his back and looked down at the work in front of him. He smiled gently, comforted and re-energized by her presence. With that part of his body occupied, it became much easier for him to focus.

She unravelled his cock from its confines, the chubby, half-flaccid member flopping on her face. She hardly gave it a chance to air out before inhaling sharply and skewering herself until her nose squished up against his crotch. Well-trained from their previous encounters, she didn't seem to have any problem taking every inch of the cock that was slowly hardening and filling her throat. She planted herself there as long as she could manage, swallowing and suckling as her throat muscles massaged the entire shaft. There was no gagging as she whined and hummed to add extra stimulation, every minute or two slightly lifting herself off of him to clear her throat and take another deep breath.

John simply let the passive pleasure of her throat wash over and occupy the parts of his brain that would have otherwise been distracted by pointless thoughts. His cock inadvertently twitched and flexed with her rhythm as he completed his final tasks for the day. The room was calm now, and mostly silent save for the wet, fleshy sounds of his cock being swallowed again and again whenever Shimakaze needed to come up for air. The mood was casual, even mundane, as though this was a regular occurrence for them.

And it was: as John finalized his reports and cleared off the desk for the next day's work, he flashed back to similar moments in their past—him, relaxing in the water as she hammered herself on his cock relentlessly; her, knocking him to the ground the moment he finishes his work, excitedly bouncing her always-tight butthole on his tongue like it was a cock... Shimazake was absolutely insatiable in her sexual drive and affection towards the Admiral. It was difficult for him to even recall any off-duty moments where they weren't involved sexually in some way.

He smiled calmly, content to sit there for a few more minutes and enjoy her throat without even having to move, breathing deeply and letting a sense of calm wash away the stresses connected with his work. Every so often, a guttural moan or breathy grunt would escape John's throat. They sat still in their respective positions in a calm quiet broken only by their breathing and an occasional swallow. He could feel his orgasm building up, though, and not wanting to end things prematurely, he tapped Shimakaze on the shoulder to signal her to stop. She reared her head back and fully disconnected from his cock for the first time that visit, save for a few strands of saliva that dripped off as she popped her mouth from his cockhead.

“...mm?" she stirred.

“Looks like I'm all finished for today," he answered. “I know what you came for," he continued, smiling, but speaking firmly. “Get up from under me and bend over that desk.*

She instantly stood back up, adjusting her tight skirt and patting down the short buttoned white-and-blue uniform that barely came down her midriff. She turned around, and—_whump—_leaned right over the desk, her skirt so short that there was no need to lift it. John circled over to her side, taking in the sights of his secretary bent down at a 90 degree angle. He circled behind her and crouched. He found, to his pleasant surprise, that she had been commando during this second visit. He reached up and gripped her creamy white cheeks hard enough to leave indents. Standing back up, he lined up his cock, full-mast and dripping with spitlube, and easily plunged it inside Shimakaze's waiting, winking butthole. She was so well-accustomed to his member by now that she was practically made for him: just tight enough, just flexible enough to contour to his every detail.

“Hwaahh..." she let out a breathy moan as he sunk into her, with just enough resistance that she could feel herself stretching out to accommodate him. Without a word, John began to slowly rock forward, getting used to her tightness her compared to her throat. He fucked her slowly at first, trying to calm his body down from the edging he had to do while he was in her throat for the last hour. But Shimakaze bucked backwards quickly, forcing him to hump at a much greater speed than he was. “I've been waiting for soooo long! Just give it to me already! Fuck meeee!" she cried out desperately.

She craved speed above all else. To her, nothing was better than a lightning fast fuck-fest with a man who had the stamina to keep up. She quickly became bored otherwise. If John ever fucked her too slow for her liking, she would often back up into him and force him to go faster, creating as much friction and heat as she could. The more intense it was, the harder she got off. Whenever she wasn't getting railed by John or occupied by her own work, she would hook herself up to her machines on their highest speed setting, letting them plunge her depths until they ran out of charge. If it weren't for her duties, she would, quite literally, fuck all day. Sadly, she was relegated to using her thick, vibrating plug to keep her insatiable ass occupied during the daylight hours.

However, now was her lucky time of day, when John took his Admiral hat off and became her eager lover. She slammed her ass back into his groin over and over with no care for how close he was to orgasm. John closed his eyes and desperately tried doing everything he could to avoid cumming too early: thinking of non-sexual things, flexing his rippling thighs, squeezing his ass and PC muscles, holding perfectly still while she impaled herself on his cock again and again. Soon, she bottomed out and held still against him. He was gasping for air. “Hah...hah...you are...just...gimme a minute..."

“Okay!" she cheerfully responded, wiggling her butt and pressing in toward his body. She lifted her arms behind her and hung from his broad shoulders, playfully dangling her dainty stockinged feet up off the ground and supporting herself from his torso. They locked together for a minute or so while John caught his breath. His vigor renewed, and orgasm subsided, he took Shimakaze by the waist and suspended her in the air with his supreme strength. She gripped the desk tightly for support as John began to saw into her with all his might.

He didn't thrust into her—he simply moved her body back and forth on his cock for maximum control. He pulled himself out of her, only to suddenly slam back in, popping back inside and bottoming out in one swift motion. After a few of those, he started a series of rapid humps that were sure to give his speed demon of a sex partner an incredible amount of pleasure. He continually built up his orgasm, edging as far as he could, but never bringing himself over the hill. He repeated this pattern several times, each time reaching the point where just one more thrust would send him over the edge, then plunging balls-deep and resting for a minute while he calmed down. Their moans, sighs, and other sounds of pleasure mixed together.

After a good 5 or 6 repetitions, Shimakaze began to crave something new, as much as she was enjoying her asshole being ravished so thoroughly. “_This feels...good...but I need more from him!" _she thought to herself, desperate for an even rougher treatment. On his next rest period, she decided she would grind and flex her ass muscles to finally milk an orgasm out of him.

And it worked. John brought himself right up to the point where just one more thrust would send him over the edge, and bottomed out. Shimakaze then squeezed her PC muscles as hard as she could. This caused an unwanted orgasm to crest. Realizing that he was being sent over the edge anyways, John decided to slam her body against the desk and rail her as hard as he could. Their fucking became a blur, and soon enough he hilted himself into her, nearly tipping the desk over with his strength, and firing off a good 8 shots of cum deep inside. His muscular body collapsed over her onto the desk, nearly smothering her.

He laid over her for a solid minute. She struggled to breathe and wiggled underneath him. “mmmf...ah...John...please...get up..." she squeaked.

He lifted himself up off of her and pulled his now-flaccid cock out of her well-used butt with a squelch and a pop. There didn't seem to be any leaks...he must have cum so far up her there was no risk of it coming back down for a while. “Th-thanks..."

She stood up as well. Although she had been so well-used, she was still so full of energy that she could easily go for another round or six. She grabbed an exhausted John by the hand, and sprinted towards the barracks. John bumbled forward, tripping over himself as she ran. He threw questions after her. “Wh-where are we going? Are we done?"

They ran down the hall and came to the Admiral's private quarters at the very end.

“Give me your key, John," she ordered. She impatiently tapped a foot against the floor as he rummaged his pockets, growing more frustrated by the second. Every minute they spent out there was one more minute they weren't fucking! That just wouldn't do. Finally, John gripped the right key, turning the doorknob to enter his own private bedroom and spa.

It was decorated lavishly, with gold trimmed wallpaper and white sconces adorning the walls. In the center stood a four-post king-sized bed placed over a crystal-white shag carpet that seemed to shine in the bright light. To the left, gold-framed oil paintings of Admirals past looked over the room. To the right of the bed was a hallway that led to an adjacent master bath. Shimakaze made a beeline in that direction, pulling John's tired body with her, and walked in the bathroom door.

The master bathroom was a resort in its own right. Directly in front of her stood a bathtub big enough for 4 framed by black marble, with a glass-encased shower next to it. The room continued off to the left where the sparkling white tile gave way to the wooden planks of a sauna. Even from here, she could feel the heat emanating from it. To her right was a Jacuzzi, filled with bubbling hot water that steamed upward, the pool wide enough to host a small private party.

She tried to make up her mind. She wanted to use him as much as possible tonight, and right now, all she could think about was tasting her ass on that cock as it hardened up for the next round. She sped towards the sauna, making sure they left all of their clothes behind.

The sudden intense heat invigorated John back to full awareness, although he was still waiting for his cock to get hard again. He took a seat on a bench right next to the rocks, planted his feet up on a footrest, and reclined, stretching his toned arms behind his head and settling them into the smooth grooves that were carved out behind him for maximum comfort.

Before he could even get a word in, Shimakaze had already set her lips right on his still-flaccid cock, slobbering all over it. John was just used to her attention to his cock at this point. He knew the drill—fuck her as hard as she wants, fire a load or two off in her, and let her bring you right back up for the next round. Today was no different, although she seemed even more insatiable than usual. Not that he minded the extra effort. His secretary-ship gratuitously fawned over his cock, popping her mouth off occasionally to lather his balls with her tongue. He closed his eyes and wiggled back in his seat, perfectly happy to accept yet another round of cock worship while he sweat out the stress of the day.

Before long, his glistening cock was ready to go for the next round. But he felt there was something missing about this situation. “Shimakaze..." he started.

“Mmm-hmm?" she grunted, voice muffled from the sack in her mouth.

“I still haven't gotten a taste of you..."

Her heart fluttered. He was right! It had been way too long...he hadn't tongued her ass since their lunch break. She popped her mouth off of him with a smack and stood up. John sat up and poured some water on the hot rocks. They sizzled as the water instantly evaporated and steamed upward, filling the room with more relaxing heat. He lied down face up and let Shimakaze straddle his face, slowly sinking her ass cheeks onto his face cheeks. He gave her a peck right on her asshole and then dug right in.

There was nothing he craved more than having her tight, pale ass pressed directly onto his face. It was like an addiction. The more time he spent as her seat, the better. Although he was perfectly happy to simply let his hyperactive secretary frantically bounce on his tongue for hours and hours, this time he wanted to add more variety to this position to keep things interesting. He sealed his lips on her asshole and suckled it like a nipple. He spread her cheeks apart with his hands and licked at every little nook and cranny. He dug in deeply so their bodies could be as close together as possible. He focused in on every detail he could: the smooth texture of her body; the mild, yet musky scent that drove him crazy, never too strong as she always kept herself as clean as she could for him; the light bitterness, and in the heat of their current situation, the mild saltiness that washed over his tongue as he explored and mapped in his mind every square millimeter of that pucker he loved so much.

Shimakaze felt much the same towards him. She bent over and made a beeline towards his already glistening, rock-hard member. In contrast to John's slow exploration of her shapely rear, she nearly choked herself on him in a speedy frenzy. It was almost a struggle for her to slow down at all, and here she was finally able to fully let loose on his junk.

She lewdly facefucked herself on his cock, rapidly deepthroating at a rate that would make her namesake proud. She completely lost herself in her actions, her mind completely filled with nothing but the thought of slamming that cock down as quickly as possible. Her thoughts ran wild as the speed demon cleared 2, 3, 4 times per second with ease, finally settling on a comfortable plateau of 6. She could easily go faster if she wanted to push herself, but she didn't want to make John cum prematurely.

He was, of course, fully prepared for this, and although he was content to slowly explore her body with his tongue, he thrust up into her throat to match her speed and maximize their pleasure, his heavy balls slapping against her nose as she bottomed out every time. The sweltering sauna relaxed their muscles completely as they locked into one of their favourite activities. John calmly and lovingly explored her ass with his tongue as he gripped the back of her head and rapidly fucked her throat into oblivion.

It took a good half-hour of steaming and speedfucking before the heat eventually became too much for even them to bear. Shimakaze lifted her face off of his cock with an audible schlorp and rested her head on his crotch to catch her breath and stop herself from overheating. John, thankful for the chance to calm his libido before he accidentally shot another load down her throat, still licked away for a few more minutes. They soon stood up exited the sauna and made for the Jacuzzi.

Although still piping hot, the bubbling water cooled their bodies down as it rinsed their slick bodies clean. Shimakaze sat on the Admiral's lap, sinking her saliva-slicked ass onto his cock with ease as he reclined in the corner of the hot tub. He grabbed her thin waist from both ends, lifting her up and down slowly. Being in the water forced things to slow down, much to her frustration, and John's delight. She leaned back, resting her neck on his shoulder, choosing to go along for the ride this time. Even if it wasn't satisfying her need for speed, giving John pleasure was almost as rewarding!

The buoyancy of the water made her even lighter. The Admiral's strength allowed him to lift her up and down with incredible ease. For once, he was in a position where he could fully control their speed and he opted to take things much slower and focus on the incredible sensation of her tight ass stroking his cock as he lifted her up and down. At the same time, she milked his cock endlessly, squeezing and flexing her ass as he used her. He bottomed out and ground their bodies together as she gripped the full length. He lifted her up and repeatedly popped his cockhead in and out. He turned her around while he was inside her, holding her close as she wrapped her legs around him.

He fucked her in all these different ways until their toes pruned in the water. Although given enough time even John wanted to spice things up a little bit. He pulled his secretary off of him and playfully pushed her into the water. She spluttered and cursed him out.

“PFFTFBRLBRHLLL...JOOOHNNN!!!"

He playfully laughed at her.

She took a deep breath and dunked her head underwater. She was quiet, and couldn't be seen under the roiling bubbles. The Admiral felt a sudden jolt as she glomped onto his cock while underwater. His feeling of surprise gave way to instant pleasure that continued to increase and build up to an orgasm quickly. Shimakaze was taking her revenge by making him cum when he wanted to make things last. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and did everything she could to make him cum immediately.

John tried to resist. He tried to clench and stop it from happening, but it was too late. Before he knew it, she plugged her nose and firmly planted onto him to the base, swallowing and sucking down his cum underwater. Time and time again he shot into a body he couldn't see as though it was being sucked away into nothingness.

After his orgasm slowed she emerged from the water with a sadistically playful smirk.

“I'm gonna go wash up now," she declared. “Feel free to join me again." She stood up and stepped out of the hot tub, making her way to the shower room. Frustrated after not being able to get what he truly wanted out of the encounter, he followed. A tandem shower would give him just enough of a break for his stamina to recover. They quickly washed each other up, rinsed, and dried off before heading back into the bedroom.

John rushed toward the bed and plopped his exhausted body right down. He stared up at the ceiling, giving his cock a gentle stroke to test the waters. He was still pretty sensitive, and it would take a bit more time before he would be ready for another round. Shimakaze, wanting to get back to fucking as quickly as possible, walked over to the bed and casually placed her squeaky clean butthole right onto his lips.

It was just the encouragement his body needed. The sights and sensations instantly aroused him. He slobbered all over her still-damp ass. This time, instead of bending over in a 69, she continued to straddle his face. She gripped onto his chiselled pecs as she roughly humped downwards, forcing a hard tongue-fuck.

They both worked at probing that tongue as deeply as they possibly could. She continually slammed her cheeks on his face, grinding in circles as he swirled his tongue around every crevice of her hole. She bounced on his face ever faster, desperate for the speedy fucking that she loved so much. Her excitement grew greater and greater as she lost herself in the sensations of him rimming her porthole. With one last push downwards, she slammed her ass down on his face as hard as she could and finally had an orgasm of her own. Her ass spasmed and clenched, creating an airtight seal over his tongue.

She stayed firmly locked in place for a solid minute as she rode wave upon wave of uncontrollable spasms. The moment they subsided, she started slamming her ass right down on him again, desperate for another climax. It didn't take long. The built-up orgasms a full afternoon of ass-fucking all came out then, one after the other as she flashed back to all of her favourite moments of the day, bringing herself to a lengthy anal orgasm with each thought, every time slamming her hips down on him as hard as she could.

_Buried her nose right into his crotch while he worked... _She came.

Getting bent over his desk and brutally railed... Again.

_Helping him relax after work, tasting myself over every square inch of his junk... _And again.

_A full-throttle facefucking in that hot, steamy sauna, nearly to the point of overheating... _Once more.

_Swallowing his load underwater... _Another one.

And finally, she brought her mind to the present moment:

_Riding on his face and using his tongue to cum over and over..._She flexed her PC muscles as she came for a sixth time, this time continuing to ride his face the whole time instead of bottoming out.

After being used so thoroughly for so long, John was rock hard once again. Shimakaze seemed to finally be at least a little bit tired after that display. She scooched downwards and turned around to face her Admiral, lining up her ass with his cock and lazily plunging downwards. The feeling of being filled up was comforting.

John sensed an opportunity for his favourite kind of slow, passionate fucking as she had just worn herself out on his face. He gripped her hips and started rolling her body around as her tired face glanced downwards with a gentle smile. She had thoroughly exhausted herself on him earlier, and he had the chance to admire her in one of her rare moments of downtime.

Shimakaze craned her neck upward, breathing shallow and fast from her mouth, tongue lolled to the side. Her unblinking crossed eyes pointed skywards as tears flowed from constant air contact. She didn't seem to care. All her conscious awareness fixated on the slow-burning, hot pleasure below. John continued to grind her ass on him, flexing to engorge his member even more and press against her insides.

He leaned up to where his eyes met perky nipples poking out of her flat chest. He planted his tongue over one and licked. Shimakaze took in a sharp gasp of air as his tongue touched her sensitive buds. Her already overloaded brain now had to focus on the hot, tingling sensation coming from her chest as well as the dull pleasure in her ass. He switched sides a few times a minute, flitting back and forth, sometimes licking around in tiny circles, other times latching on and suckling. He squeezed, pinched, and tugged on the bud not currently being sucked or licked.

Her body started to go limp. She hadn't passed out, her breathy moans made that abundantly clear. But she threw herself backward and John had to reach out to keep her from falling over! Her thin, delicate arm reached forward, down her barren crotch and onto her clit as she rapidly rubbed a finger over her clit.

She was completely lost. Having so many pleasure points firing off at once commanded her entire attention. She rubbed herself rapidly, her soaking wet pussy having been completely neglected up to this point by either of them. It was a rare mood for her to want to play with herself like this, but in this state, motivated by increased pleasure and nothing else, she was practically moving automatically.

All this time, John continued to overwhelm her other pleasure centers. Her tiny, jutting nipples puckered. Her gaping ass winked. Her toes curled, her pussy clenched, her lust-addled mind raced in fantasies of this feeling never ending. All these sensations slowly clustered together and coalesced in her mind as an overwhelming orgasm greater than any she'd felt that night so far. She unwilling gave up control of her body as it twitched and flexed all on its own. Underneath the intense heat, the dam started to break. Not able to stop it from coming, the right muscles twitched in just the right way to force her clear girlcum out of her and onto John's chest.

As the twitching and squirting subsided, her energy quickly dropped and she fell forward. John reached up and broke her fall before she collapsed onto him. He wrapped his arms around her, held her close, and started humping her tired body. She could hardly move. He bottomed out with each hump, sending waves of pleasure rippling upwards. He gripped her pliable pale cheeks, spread them apart, gripped them tight, massaged them. John focused all of his attention onto her ass, how it felt in his hands, what movements got reactions out of her. She whined breathlessly into his chest as he continued to pour pleasure into her.

Although John continued to use her roughly, she was still able to spend that time catching her breath. It only took a couple more minutes to refuel. Keeping track of the rhythm she was being fucked with, she started slamming herself back onto him at the same rate. She seemed totally re-energized after just a short break. More in control of her body now, she placed her hands on John's broad shoulders and rode him roughly. She looked up at him and bit her lip.

With Shimakaze at the helm this time, they somehow sped up even more. They give each other a nod and each close their eyes, working themselves into a frenzy and going all out together. They each followed their bodies' signals to do whatever would bring them to an orgasms the fastest. With a commanding thump onto John's groin, Shimakaze slammed her hips down onto him. Hard. They both closed their eyes. Their muscles contracted and expanded together, involuntarily, as she milked his cum deep into her ass.

They stayed locked in that ecstatic embrace for a solid minute before either of them could even try to move a muscle on their own. Shimakaze slowly begins to lean over, farther and farther. John was too conked out to notice, until she slid up and off his cock and fell onto the best next to him. It caused him to startle and jump up. He breathed a sigh of relief at her exhausted body simply lying on the bed.

John was spent too. He lied down next to her, just happening to put his face right next to her well used butt. He reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her closer to him, right where he could reach her hole with his tongue. Like an intimate massage, he licked and worshipped her ass slowly and with passion. Shimakaze opened her eyes , only to be faced directly with his flaccid cock once again. She wiggled closer, shoving her open mouth right onto his emptied balls. She playfully rolled them around with her tongue. In response, John grinded his crotch into her face even harder until her nose pressed flush against him. She closed her eyes, relaxed, and started to breathe slowly. It didn't take long for her to drift off with her mouth still fully occupied and her face shoved into his crotch. With such a warm, relaxing sensation washing over him as he rest his head on her thigh, it didn't take John very long to doze off afterwards, his tongue still lodged deeply inside his lover's ass. It was a comfortable way to wind down such an exhausting night, soothing each others' overused bodies. A cuddly come-down followed by a good night's sleep would be all the rest they needed to pick things up in the morning.