"Hahaha, I thought a high-ranking intelligence official like you would have some spine. But under those drugs, you're just the depraved slut I wanted," Faulkner sneered.
"I can smell the heat from your crotch. It's strong, like a bitch begging to be mated."
"Yes! I'm a bitch in heat!" Sylvia babbled, her eyes filled with lust as she gazed at the men. At that moment, even a filthy stranger could have her eagerly pulling down his pants, lost in the pleasure of being taken.
Over an hour later, Sylvia was brought to Faulkner's bedroom. The incense mingled with her musky scent, creating an enticing aroma. Kicking off her heels, she sat obediently on the bed, awaiting the bald older man's attention. As her clothes came off, Faulkner revealed a surprisingly muscular physique. Who would've thought this Black Cross scientist had such a powerful body? When he dropped his shorts, a thick, veiny cock sprang free.
Faulkner brimmed with confidence in his impressive size. He'd used it countless times to break strong-willed women. Facing Sylvia in her heightened state, he was certain of success.
"So comfortable, so thrilling," he groaned as she began.
"No wonder you're experienced. Your mouth is far better than those younger girls."
"Slow down, or you'll overwhelm me."
"You're one of my proudest creations. Don't worry, I'll make sure you're lost in the joy of being mine."
"This is just the appetizer. I'm eager to see how enchanting your mouth can be."
Faulkner spouted vulgar words while moving his hips, letting his pride fill her lipstick-coated mouth. He ran his hands through her reddish-brown hair. Sylvia, consumed by desire, cast aside shame. She reveled in the ecstasy of her mouth being used, her tongue tracing the veiny shaft and glans. Her soft tongue lapped at the tip, her teeth grazed the shaft, and her red lips sucked deeply, making Faulkner flush as he fought the urge to finish. Her musky scent was an aphrodisiac, enough to ignite any man's lust.
Suddenly, Faulkner's expression shifted. Sylvia, kneeling between his legs, had quickened her pace. Soon, with rapid gasps, his body shuddered. A hot, thick load erupted deep in her throat.
"You slut, you want my cum that bad?" he growled.
"What a whore. One look at a cock, and you're desperate to drain it, huh?"
"That's fine. A woman like you is so much more fun to fuck. I'm gonna cum again!"
"Cum's coming!" Sylvia mumbled, her voice muffled.
"So much cum, so delicious!"
Sylvia's face lit up as she savored the relentless rhythm and the sensation of her throat being flooded, greedily swallowing every drop. The salty, warm taste drove her wild. As the cock slowly withdrew, she licked the cum lingering at the corners of her mouth. Seeing her depraved state, Faulkner pushed her onto the bed, roughly kneading her full breasts through the thin gown and bra.
Sylvia's face took on a lustful expression as her sensitive spots were teased. Shame faded against her raging desire. She moaned uncontrollably, her voluptuous body trembling. Her pale breasts, with their deep cleavage, were Faulkner's favorite. With a rustle, he removed her bra and gown, leaving her exposed.
Trying to cover herself, Sylvia was stopped as Faulkner pinned her breasts and kneaded them firmly.
"So good," she gasped.
"Just having my breasts touched feels this amazing!"
"This is your true nature shining through. I love how you are now, Madam Sylvia!" Faulkner said.
"I bet if your husband and child could see you, they'd appreciate your depraved look. Your husband probably regrets not enjoying your body properly when he was alive, right?"
"He was so reserved in bed," Sylvia moaned.
"That's why I'm here to satisfy you fully. You look like a slum whore now. That tattoo on your back would make any man want you."
"Send you to the slums to work the streets? Those men have filthy cocks."
"No! I don't want that!" she protested.
"Then you'd better serve my needs. That way, I won't send you to be a cheap whore."
Hearing this, Sylvia didn't dare resist. She let him fondle her breasts, moaning with charm as they were toyed with. Her body felt like it was melting, waves of desire pulling her deeper. Her pink nipples were teased and tugged, sensations her husband never explored, now shamelessly indulged by this man.
Not satisfied, Faulkner stripped off her gown entirely, then her black lace panties. Seeing the slick folds beneath her dark pubic hair, a wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned down and, under her lustful gaze, expertly licked her sensitive skin. The musky taste of her fluids bloomed on his tongue, like strong coffee for this perverse scientist. His skilled licking made Sylvia tremble, her pale flesh quivering as more fluid gushed out, flooding his mouth.
He sucked up her juices, the taste driving him wild. While sucking, he tugged at her pubic hair. The slight sting drew gasps from Sylvia. Minutes later, feeling she was ready, Faulkner stood. Aiming his raging cock at her wet slit, he thrust in hard. Sylvia let out a shameless cry, her rationality gone as she savored the sensation of her stocking-clad legs being gripped, her dripping core gushing amid her lewd moans.
"So slutty, so depraved. You're born to be a whore, Madam Sylvia," Faulkner said.
"Is that so? I can't live without Master's cock now!" she replied.
"Calling me Master already? I love that."
"Your taste enchants me, sluttier than any whore!"
"How about letting your former subordinate join us? I bet you're dying to see what she's like now."
"What did you say?!" Sylvia gasped.