Lip Service [Spitfire]

Prompt: I want to break an academy record all over Spitfire's face.


>"Looking a little tired there, grunt."
>The Captain's cocky countenance continues to linger, much as it had for the past three hours as she slides her wing against your raging erection with a feather-light touch
>Your dick bobs obscenely at the attention, bloated purple head wobbling back and forth as Spitfire pulls away and plops herself down in front of you again.
>Under normal circumstances you would be pounding pud by this point, but the fact that she's got you tied to her chair leaves you without any option but to suffer under her teasing touches.
>You offer up a futile whimper which brings a smile to the mare's lips.
>Never taking her eyes off of yours, Commander Cunt closes the distance between her muzzle and your dick.
>Her hot breath tickles your swollen shaft, promising wonderfully terrible things that never bear fruit as she begins murmuring against the furiously flushed flesh.
>"Such a good recruit you've been, able to soldier on through all of this."
>Spitfire gives a throaty purr before lowering her lips to your testicles and peppering short, affectionate kisses across the stupendously strained sack.
>A groan escapes your lips as you instinctively buck your hips in the air, earning a delighted laugh from your commanding captor.
>"And so full of life. I like that."
>With a happy sigh, Spitfire trots closer, resting her muzzle against your chest.
>Your dick fits snugly against her neck and against her foreleg, but the cinnamon-colored eyes of the Captain never leave yours.

>"I can taste the maleness percolating inside your tortured testes by this point... do you feel like you're about to burst?"
>You gulp and give a small nod which causes Spitfire's eyes to sparkle with delight.
>"Fantastic. I've got high hopes for you, recruit, don't let me down."
>Stepping back, the Captain places herself eye level with your crotch.
>A bit of pink flesh slips out between her lips and she gives your titanium tallywhacker a tepid tonguing.
>You shudder and feel your body clench and relax as she continues her amorous attentions across your dick.
>The flesh is so hot by this point you can almost feel the thin coating of spittle boiling off even as she passes over it again.
>What's worse, her attentions are doing very little to alleviate the pressure building behind the Dong Dam.
>Giving you a knowing look, Spitfire winks and changes tactics, her lips again descending to your burgeoning balls and teasing them with firmer kisses and short sucking motions.
>When one of your tortured testes slips into her mouth, you can almost swear you feel it swell even larger.
>Spitfire giggles at your groans and moans of distress before her lewd lips finally begin their ascent up Mount Meatstick.
>With each fraction of flesh furiously fondled, you feel the sperm surge forward, only to be stonewalled until the next brush of the Captain's lips.
>At long last she's scant seconds away from the tip, when a devious smile slips back across her face.
>"Do you know why I'm doing this?"
>She can't be serious.
>But her expression doesn't change and as the moments tick by you realize Spitfire's not going to continue until you answer.
>You shake your head.

>"History. I want to have every academy record broken under my administration. That includes the more... lewd records. Such as biggest cumshot. What do you think, recruit; can you cover me in more spunk than any recruit before you?"
>Her voice is low, with just a hint of playful threatening lingering under the surface.
>Without thinking, you bob your head like an idiot.
>"Atta boy, soldier."
>The Captain grins and circles the tip of your dick with her tongue.
>Any sense that your orgasm was receding vanishes in an instant.
>You don't even get a chance to cry out, the tiny twitch of your turgid torpedo the only hint of the coming explosion.
>The mare is caught with her mouth wide open as your spunk suddenly splatters, staining Spitfire's snout white before moving on to the rest of her face.
>She's quickly covered in cock cream well back to her mane, the Captain's eyes shut tight as she greedily soaks up everything you offer to her.
>Your relentlessly twitching dick eventually simmers down to a limp, half-mast.
>As your eyes begin to flutter closes, you see those cinnamon colored orbs staring up at you again.
>"Training you is going to be a lot of fun, I can already tell..."