OFFICER4.TXT -- 4/4

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                            AN OFFICER AND HIS WOMEN
                                       By
                             an218244@anon.penet.fi

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                                  PART 4 OF 4:
                           A harsh return to reality

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I sat in shock, staring at the marks of my handiwork on Anna's backside. She
turned to face me. "I see you now remember who I am. As I recall, you took my
virginity and did not even do me the honor of making me come and properly
filling me with your sperm. I think we have some unfinished business to attend
to."

With that, she leapt onto my reclining chair and straddled my head, pressing
her crotch into my face. Determined to make the best of this surprising
reunion, I obliged her by tonguing her slit vigorously. I licked her clit
repeatedly, noting that is was exceptionally large and swollen but seemingly
not sensitive. I then recalled the whipmaster's last stroke, and understood
why.

Anna knew what I was thinking. "You notice that it is difficult to excite me by
doing that. You should have considered that 16 years ago before making this so
much harder for you. Fortunately, it is possible to give me orgasms by
intercourse alone. Let's get busy, shall we?"

She climbed off of my head, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down. "I must
properly kiss you goodbye before I leave, you know." She kissed my balls,
slowly licked the length of my penis, kissed its tip and swirled her tongue
around it once. Then she sat on the sofa across the room from my chair, leaned
back, and spread her legs.

I accepted the irresistible invitation. I mounted her, slid inside easily, and
enjoyed her throbbing tightness as I humped her. I watched her writhe beneath
me, and was pleased to hear her screams of ecstasy as I pushed her over the
edge. I was almost ready to orgasm. I leaned back to go in deeper and get more
pressure, closed my eyes, and thrusted hard and fast.

As I started to shoot into her, she reached into her handbag beside her and
pulled out something shiny. I was already in sensory overload and could hardly
open my eyes, so I had no idea what it was. She swung her legs back over her
head, giving me easy access for a last deep plunge into her crack. As I hit
bottom, I felt a strange tingling, followed by a wet warmth around my crotch.
When I opened my eyes, I was horrified to see blood pouring from me. As I fell
to the floor, I saw my severed penis lying limp on the edge of the sofa.

Anna stood up, calmly grabbed her dress, and pulled it on. She picked up her
handbag, and addressed me in German: "Auf wiedersehen, mein lieber Herr
Chebyshev." It was my turn to scream in terror and shame as she walked out the
door. I, tamer of so many women, had been destroyed by that crafty creature
they call Woman.