Tamsin Beech Ch. 08: Kirkwall

Volk's fingers wormed their way beneath her to tease the crack of her ass, "You're a slut Major Mudak ... you know that don't you?"

Ludmila bit back a response, hoping that he'd take her silence as agreement. She was. But she never liked to admit it. Volk himself had suggested she spend some time on Lindisfarne, helping with the organisational adjustments that came with his latest promotion. She'd realised right away that secretarial duties had nothing to do with it. Volk just wanted her all to himself, however and whenever he liked. As if a dam had suddenly burst, Volk's lust and depravity had come flooding forth like a tsunami the moment they were alone. Some nights Ludmila fell asleep utterly exhausted by practices even she had been surprised and mildly shocked by.

Volk's finger delved deeper until it brushed her anus, "Maybe I'll fuck your ass while our pilot takes your pussy."

"Yes," Ludmila Mudak couldn't remain silent any longer.

Without warning, Volk's finger slid up inside her making Ludmila yelp with surprise, "Not just yet though eh?"

Hampered somewhat by the weather, they were awaiting the imminent arrival of one of the aircraft carrier Lenin's Kamov helicopters - to fly the supreme marshal north to yet another meeting with the president. As a treat for Ludmila Mudak, Volk had headhunted the pilot especially, after discovering that he was yet another of her conquests.

"I wish we could be doing this in President Zakhvatchikov's bed," Ludmila purred.

Volk frowned, taken aback, "You'd rather be at one of the president's orgies than here with me?"

Ludmila rolled onto her side, "I didn't say that. I merely said that I'd rather be doing this in the president's bed."

"The president never leaves his ship," Volk snatched up Ludmila's skirt from where it had been discarded on the floor and folded it neatly over the back of a chair, "we'd never get the presidential suite to ourselves."

Ludmila hesitated for a moment before she spoke again. If she'd somehow misjudged the nature of her relationship with Volk, she would probably be arrested for treason for what she was about to say, "We would ... if you were president."

Volk stared at her, confused, "What are you suggesting?"

Ludmila laughed, trying to relieve some of the tension building in the room, "I know. It's a preposterous idea. But President Zakhvatchikov IS old. I'd guess that very soon he'll be naming his successor. He ... won't live forever ..."

Volk studied the raindrops beading the glass as he gazed through the window, "Nasilnikov and Dikaya are both dead. So, there's ... a very good chance that I may be his successor."

He was taking the bait. Other officers onboard the Lenin were indeed already calling Volk the 'Young Wolf' behind his back. Ludmila forged on, "Yes. Maybe. But in the event Vladimir Zakhvatchikov lives to a ripe old age, you'll be old and grey before you take over. Old and grey before you get to fuck my ass in the president's bed ..."

Volk laughed, "I can imagine how you'd look, kneeling in the president's bed while I piss in your beautiful shlyukha face."

Ludmila sat up, pulling her blouse about her, feigning hurt, "You know I don't like being called that. I'm no shlyukha."

Volk knelt before her and gripped her soft, manicured hands in his own, "Awh I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you, moya dorogaya?"

Ludmila smirked at his choice of words, "By fucking me in the president's bed."

Volk was about to respond when there came a knock at the door, "O bozhe ... ENTER!"

Ludmila Mudak looked up expectantly towards the door as their helicopter pilot walked in, making no attempt whatsoever to cover her semi-nakedness.

"Oh ... Supreme Marshal Volk, sir, I didn't realise," stammered the pilot, a young lieutenant called Pavel Kurylenko if her memory served. When she'd slept with most of the Lenin's commissioned officers - both male and female at one time or another it was sometimes hard to keep track, "uh, good evening Major Mudak."

"Good evening. Pavel isn't it?" she replied as Volk's hand caressed up her spine to the back of her neck and back down while the other slid between her legs. She parted her thighs slightly, realising that Pavel didn't actually seem surprised at all to find his superior officer with a naked woman in his office. Volk had arranged all this. It was obviously staged for her benefit. But it didn't matter, Ludmila licked her lips with anticipation of what was to come.

"It'll take about an hour to refuel the Kamov. My copilot's dealing with it," informed Pavel Kurylenko, taking off his jacket and gloves.

Ridiculous, thought Ludmila. She'd seen one of Zakhvatchikov's toys refuelled in a fraction of that time. The lieutenant was using it as an excuse. She wondered what he had in mind for the next hour as Volk's thick fingers found a steady rhythm, unashamedly stroking in and out of her pulsing vagina, pushing her ever closer to the edge again.

"I'm sure Major Mudak can keep us entertained for a while," Volk grinned, "she seems quite excited at the idea of ... 'entertaining' two of us at once."

Pavel smiled, all perfect white teeth, and began stripping out of his flying suit, "Sounds good to me, sir."

Volk's hand slipped under Ludmila's hair and squeezed the back of her neck, "Coin toss?"

"What?" Ludmila Mudak blurted out with surprise. She'd been watching Pavel strip. Lean and sinewy he had a climber's physique rather than the toned musculature of the infantry officers she fucked. She was delighted to see his cock was already bulging in his shorts leaving a transparent wet patch.

"Unless you have a preference, major," Volk's hot breath whispered in her ear as Ludmila Mudak looked at him, questioningly, "because otherwise, we can toss a coin ..."

Before she could think of an answer, Pavel covered her mouth with his own. His tongue slipped past her parted lips and traced the edge of her teeth. His fingers dug into her hair, pulling several strands tight against her scalp as Volk watched.

Shivers of desire raced through her as Pavel's cotton clad cock brushed her bare leg. Her skin prickled with cold and need. She sighed.

"Fuck the coin toss," Volk decided, his mind made up, "I've wanted her all day. She's a teasing bitch and she deserves what's coming to her. Lieutenant, you take her mouth."

Ludmila Mudak pushed against Volk's intruding hand, the desk rocking slightly with her motions, her moan vibrating around Pavel's tongue. The Kamov pilot pulled away from her, Ludmila's gaze locked hungrily on the bulge in his shorts. Her hips keeping a steady rhythm against Volk's fingers as she ran her tongue across her lips.

Pavel made a show of lowering his shorts, fingers hooked in the elastic waistband. Why were all pilots such egotistical posers? His hand paused to lewdly cup his still growing bulge. After a hard swallow, Ludmila Mudak released a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. Fascinated by the show in front of her, she rocked harder against Volk's hand.

Then it was gone. He withdrew his fingers and moved to one side. From the corner of her eye, Ludmila watched Volk stand and shrug out of his uniform, his cock glistening in the glow from the room's lanterns. It would be soon. With a sigh of relief, she turned her full attention back towards Pavel. Young, fit, she knew he'd be able to keep going for a long time after Volk had shot his load.

The pilot had finally tugged his shorts down, to reveal a long thick cock, maybe even longer than Volk's. Definitely thicker. It must've been months since she's fucked this particular one and honestly couldn't remember it. She almost opened her mouth to ask the two men to change places. The idea of Pavel's monster plunging into her ...

But she needed Volk satisfied. Today more so that at any other time. Maybe there'd be another opportunity with Pavel. Rough hands gripped her hips - Volk tugging her towards the front edge of the desk and shifting her on to her side. Ludmila closed her eyes, concentrating on her other senses as the tip of his cock nudged her swollen folds. The silken head slid down her slit, brushing her clitoris. Then back up again, the thick flesh teasing her opening.

"Please, get on with it. Get inside me," she wiggled her hips in a futile attempt to capture him, pull him into her, but he escaped. Slick with her natural lubricant, Volk rubbed against her anus.

"No," she moaned, "not yet."

Volk grinned. His cock slid up between her cheeks as his whisper washed over her, "Perhaps later?"

Pavel Kurylenko eagerly stepped forwards. His own cock brushed against her lips, leaving a trail on her mouth. With greedy abandon, Ludmila wrapped her lips around the head. Her hips pushed back against Volk's hot flesh. She needed more.

Volk swatted her ass - stingingly hard. Then again. And a third time. Each slap a little harder than the last. Each on a fresh, untouched area of skin. Moaning around Pavel's cock, Ludmila wiggled her hips, not sure if she was trying to avoid the blows or encourage them. The pilot pressed forward until her concentration needed to focus on not choking.

She flicked her tongue along the ridge of his cock and suckled. Her attention centred on Pavel, she gasped when Volk's cock finally found its target. Hard, veined flesh pressed into her. With a mouth full of cock, Ludmila could only moan her frustration.

Volk's length slid further in until he filled her. His pelvis bumped her ass as he stood behind her. Ludmila's body shuddered with spasms as her vagina clenched around him, urging him deeper ... even as Volk pulled away.

But another long stroke penetrated her, as Pavel's cock swept into her mouth a second or two behind Volk's withdrawal. First Volk, then the pilot. Alternating. Plunging into her from both ends. Her skin warmed, sweat mingling with that of the two men. Each filling her with an increasing pace, almost as if choreographed, planned, just like this meeting ...

Ludmila Mudak floated in pure ecstasy. Her body being used by two men ...

Then the synchronised pace faltered. Volk broke stride, his hips jerking against her ass. His fingers gripped her with painful intensity, his loud moan echoing off the thick stone walls of the castle. Another orgasm slammed through Ludmila Mudak's body as Pavel's hands pulled through her damp hair. With her head held immobile, his cock pressed deep. But she didn't care. She rode the heights on Volk's cock while swallowing Pavel's hot squirting cum.

"Trakhni menya, eto bylo khorosho," Volk's body covered her flank, warm skin and muscle ...

... as Pavel pulled himself free with an audible plop. The bitter taste of warm semen pooled on her tongue and lips, "Vy odin schastlivchik, ser," his hands combed tenderly through her hair.

"I am ... indeed ... a lucky man, lieutenant," Volk panted, "what do you say, Ludmila Mudak? Would you do this again? Or maybe more?"

"More?" her mind couldn't quite focus on his words.

Volk nodded, "I might want to invite a few other friends over. You'd make a fantastic main attraction at a party - spread, bound, ready to be fucked ... everywhere."

The pilot Pavel's fingers ran across her lips, "She'd be perfect sir."

Ludmila's cunt clenched around Volk's softening flesh. The idea of being a toy for him and his officer colleagues sent a shock of heat through her.

"Definitely," Volk murmured against her ear, "would you like that, Major Mudak?"

"Yes. I would," she answered, trying to keep the excitement from her voice, "if ... you grant MY wish first?"

Volk rose to his feet, "Get yourself cleaned up major. I'm sure Lieutenant Kurylenko here is eager to get airborne before the weather worsens," he leaned closer so that only Ludmila could hear, "then perhaps we'll discuss your wish further when we're alone."

COMING SOON ... CHAPTER NINE: EDINBURGH