The Obedient Servant [Going for the Gold 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

Tallulah finally exploded with a ladylike chortle. She politely covered her mouth with her hand, but Milo laughed fully, throwing his head back over the edge of the tub.

“Pendejo,”
Reynaldo seethed, his eyes narrowed at Milo.
“Tu maldito desgraciado!
You knew Tillie was here the whole time.”

Tallulah waved a limp wrist at the corporal. “Oh, don’t take it so seriously, Reynaldo. I wasn’t here the whole time. I only just came in a few seconds ago.” She held her hand to her mouth again and sputtered. “Just long enough to hear you talk about how much you enjoy bumfucking Milo and how delicious his ass is.”

“That’s
it!
” Reynaldo pointed an accusatory finger at Milo and spun to face the dressing table. Milo noted he didn’t bother stuffing his cock away, though, and the veined prick was plainly visible in the dressing table mirror. “You become president of the new republic and your head gets too big to fit through the door. As though you weren’t proud and superior enough as it was!”

“All right,” Milo said soothingly, raising himself from the tub. Rivulets of soapy water streamed from his limbs, and he knew that in the lamplight his sharply sculpted muscles looked especially impressive. Milo didn’t mind in the slightest that Tallulah gaped at his splendid erection. In fact, she stood and backed up a few steps, gathering her blouse together at the pit of her throat, as though afraid of what might happen in the presence of these two men. “I’ll make it up to you, Reynaldo. Right, Tillie? Let’s make it up to him.”

Tallulah’s eyes shimmered with naughtiness. “Yes, let’s.” She moved to Reynaldo, putting her hands on his shoulders and resting her chin on one. “Dear Reynaldo, you underestimate how much you’ve accomplished in Sonoma today. Surely you must know that Frémont will reward you for having taken all the risks and made all the coups you have today.”

“Or punish me,” Reynaldo said sullenly. “Frémont has a way of taking all the glory for himself.”

Milo trailed a stream of water as he approached Tallulah, sandwiching her between him and Reynaldo. He didn’t care that his wet hands made prints on the seat of her puffy Californio skirt. “We’re not here to punish you, Reynaldo,” he said softly. He gathered Tallulah’s skirt in one fist, displaying her rounded ass. With his other hand he swiftly yanked her drawers down to her ankles and loudly spanked her delectable ass. “We’re here to punish Tallulah.” In the mirror he saw interest spark in Reynaldo’s sullen, shamed eyes. No doubt Reynaldo was no longer thinking of his own embarrassment or how Frémont would shame him. No doubt Reynaldo only thought of Tallulah’s punishment.

“
Oh!
” she cried, jumping with surprise. She whined in a childish voice, “What did I do to deserve to be spanked? I was only trying to soothe poor Reynaldo.” However, Milo noted that she spread her slippers farther apart on the tiles and leaned on Reynaldo’s shoulders.

Stepping to the side, Milo unscrewed the lid on a pot of bear grease Vallejo had probably used as hair pomade. He scooped a goodly three fingers’ worth and smoothed it into Tallulah’s butt, the skin as fine as cream gravy. Her eyelids trembled and lowered, and the corners of her mouth turned up with catlike pleasure. Reynaldo spun about, catching Tallulah’s hands in his. Her bursting bosom was pressed to Reynaldo’s naked chest, and Milo pressed his body to her back.

Milo said lewdly, “You haven’t done a very good job soothing poor Reynaldo. He’s a big man. He has big needs.” He smacked her ass again, the greasy crack resounding in the tiled room. She gasped and jumped but made no move to squirm away. Milo wrapped his fingers around Tallulah’s wrist and guided it to Reynaldo’s pulsating dick. “Feel this big cock? Reynaldo is a virile buck. A deviant buck, just bursting with seed. Isn’t he stunningly handsome? It’s your duty to pleasure him.”
Smack
. “You’re just a submissive chambermaid, and this soldier’s needs are big.”
Smack.

Every time Milo would spank her bare rump, Tallulah would jump and gasp, but never did she recoil. Now she squirmed in pretend protest, probably knowing that wagging her ass like that only made it a more attractive target. She whined, “Oh, no! However will I satisfy such an enormous penis?” Her false innocence was betrayed by the fact that she was expertly frigging Reynaldo’s hefty prick, even corkscrewing her fist around it as though churning butter.

When Milo spanked her rump and allowed his fingertips to stray over her vulva, he wasn’t surprised to find she was slick with her own juice. Tallulah was a lusty wench, just made to be fucked. She didn’t need that jackass husband who had boned every broken-down slut on the prairie, every squaw who hadn’t bathed in weeks. Marrying him had obviously been a youthful mistake, perhaps arranged by her parents. No, Tallulah Crabtree was a spectacular spitfire of a woman who deserved not one but two faithful men who were constantly attentive to her—to ensure it was
she
who didn’t stray.

He slithered his fingers against her spongy outer lips, only briefly tantalizing her by tickling the length of her clitoris with his index finger. “
Oh!
” she cried in a strangled tone, but Milo withdrew his fingers to slap her haunch again. He had different plans for this sloe-eyed siren.

“You ask however will you please Corporal Vargas? Vargas, sit on that stool.” Just roughly enough to take Tallulah by surprise, he shoved her between the shoulder blades. She stumbled to her knees, breaking her fall by slapping one palm against the tiles, the other against Reynaldo’s leather-clad thigh. Milo kneeled behind her. Yanking down her
camisa
to allow her full breasts to bob freely, he cupped them in his greasy paws, taking great pleasure in squeezing them so the erect nipples popped from between his fingers.

He humped her from behind, his pulsing erection sliding the length of her slippery muff. Because she arched her back submissively, it would have been easy to penetrate her fully. But Milo wanted to tease her, so he allowed his cockhead to nudge only a half-inch inside the hot, slick canal, withdrawing it again to hump her labia without penetration.

And, if the truth was known, he wanted to wait. Although he freely acknowledged he was a brutal
pendejo
, he wished to handle this sensitive, injured woman in a delicate manner.

Milo reached around and encircled Reynaldo’s penis in his fist. He could feel the vein throb as he rubbed his thumb there, and wished he could spear it down his throat himself. He murmured in Tallulah’s ear. “How do you
think
you can please the corporal, my sweet?” He held her jaw between his fingers and spoke against her mouth. “You have a very pleasing…full…
big
mouth.”

A slow smile spread over the vixen’s face, but she still squiggled her hips, trying to capture Milo’s prick between her thighs. “Oh, my,” she said innocently. “Do you think I can take such a big member into my mouth?”

“We shall see,” Milo seethed, “won’t we?” And he shoved her again between the shoulder blades so she had no choice but to gulp Reynaldo’s long fat prick down her throat.

Reynaldo groaned, and the woman initially gulped and snuffled, probably surprised by the length and the cockhead jammed up against her tonsils. But Milo held the back of her skull in his palm, urging her to relax her muscles around the heft of Reynaldo’s prick, and soon she breathed normally, even eagerly gulped.

In fact, a twinge of jealousy fluttered in Milo’s stomach when Tallulah grabbed ahold of Reynaldo’s hips, putting her all into her sucking. Pleasant memories of being in Reynaldo’s position—was that only yesterday?—in the barracks with his cock lodged down Tallulah’s throat flooded back to him. Recalling how talented she was with her tongue describing exotic patterns against his cock while expertly suctioning him, Milo knew Reynaldo wouldn’t last long.

“Hey,” Milo barked, to get her attention. She didn’t miss a beat in her cocksucking. “Hey. Hey! You don’t need to be so…so
enthusiastic
about it.” He spanked her ass again for different reasons now.

But it was as though Milo wasn’t even there. Those two were lost in their own erotic world, and he had to remind them of his presence. Earlier he’d spied a wooden-handled shaving brush on the dressing table. With his devious mind, Milo instantly found a use for it. He wouldn’t need bear pomade to grease up this dildo, and it slid easily inside Tallulah’s eager cunt, sucked up hungrily as though by one of those flesh-eating plants.

That
got Tallulah’s attention. At first she probably thought he’d impaled her on his prick. Unsuctioning her mouth from Reynaldo’s penis, she kneeled upright at attention, holding her breath. Milo plunged the wooden shaving brush into her mushy pussy with such vigor it made slushy sounds. She was so wide open she rotated her hips salaciously, the better to wedge the implement inside her, her head slumping back on a rubbery neck. “
Ahhhhh…
” she groaned, so loudly the tiled floor vibrated. “Ah! Fuck me, you bastard!”

Did she really think that polished wooden thing sloshing around in her pussy was his cock? And did she truly want him to impale her with his prick so unceremoniously, here on the tiled bathroom floor? No, no, that could not be. Milo refused on every level to take her like that—that was too animalistic!

Where is all this noble, imperious blather coming from? Since when did I reject an offered ass?
He could have even ploughed her ass and left her pussy virginal, she was so completely wild with sexual abandon. She now rotated her ass in big, uninhibited arcs, gripping Reynaldo’s hips and smearing her swinging breasts against his pubic bone. “Fuck me,
pendejo!
”

No!
With his free hand, Milo grasped Reynaldo’s prick and proffered it to her face. “You’re sucking this dick, you fast, dirty judy. Look at it. Drooling, throbbing, just waiting for your hungry mouth to bring it to satisfaction.” He continued reaming her with the brush handle, but he was gaining her attention. She looked at the cock lopsidedly, vaguely quizzical. As though she were roostered or she’d never seen a penis before.

Milo milked the cock to keep her attention riveted. “This is your task, my filthy, obedient servant. Your mouth is going to give the corporal the biggest rush of ecstasy he’s ever felt. He’s going to discharge a bucket load of semen down your—oh,
madre de Dios!”

Milo gulped the penis. He was so fed up with Tallulah’s refusal to obey, and the drooling prick looked entirely attractive to him anyway. Poor Reynaldo groaned like an injured buffalo stuck in a muddy wallow. Milo’s mouth and throat, being more manly and muscular than the innkeeper’s, better trained and accustomed to accommodating a giant tool such as the corporal possessed, soon had the channel that ran the underside of the prick throbbing, full of seed. Milo sucked and pistoned the cock down his throat enthusiastically, no holds barred.

“No!” cried Tallulah. She even grabbed a handful of Milo’s long, wet hair to pull him off his eager guzzling at Reynaldo’s crotch. “Let me! I’m sorry I was remiss in my duty!”

It took every cell of determination for Milo to wrench himself off the cock. When he did, he could feel his eyes flash with ire. He didn’t like to be disobeyed. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed at Tallulah. “Okay, then.” He slapped her ass. “Don’t let it happen again. And be quick about it!”

But he had to smile. She concentrated so fully on her sucking now that Milo knew she wouldn’t last long, so he tossed down the shaving brush and fell onto his elbows, slathering his face to her cunt. He reached a long tongue-tip out, easily finding the bulging extension of her clitoris, congested with blood and female juices. His nose was buried in the sweet slickness of her pussy. His tongue was so sturdy from years of cocksucking it was simple for him to flick it up and down the length of her clitoris, and he could tell by the way she stilled her hips and balanced on his face that she was on the verge, too.

When she came, what a torrent! She was choking and gulping around Reynaldo’s massive member. It must have been a monumental task to accommodate his gusher of jism while she herself spasmed all over Milo’s face. He didn’t mind the sudden drenching she was giving him, his face slick with her juices. He didn’t mind because he knew he was giving her the most overwhelming and stupefying orgasm of her entire life.

She twitched and bucked as she smeared him with her tangy nectar. He could tell when the spasms were ebbing, and he slowed his lapping accordingly. Elizabeth had always scolded him if he kept licking away as her orgasm ebbed. She said it started to become painful if he didn’t adjust his enthusiasm to match the intensity of her spasms.

His technique paid off when at last Tallulah detached herself from Reynaldo’s prick, which flopped heavily against his hip with a big smack. Instantly she collapsed, flipping about between Reynaldo’s thighs so her head lolled near his swaying ball sac. She was like a beached fish, limp thighs drooping against the tiles. She had never looked more beautiful, the heavy braid coiled atop her head halfway undone, locks slithering down her bared breast. He’d kept his promise to her—he’d had her in his mouth.

Milo sat back on a towel, fingers intertwined between his knees, regarding her. Reynaldo looked as though he was already snoozing, one limp hand splayed across his abdomen. But Tallulah gave Milo a devilish look, licking her lips. “
Mi amor
,” she whispered.