Ms Patriot: Training Aids (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 8

Jade Manor, master bedroom, 5 AM…

The alarm clock went crazy. So loud. So damned obnoxious!

“Shut up!” Jennifer cried, scrambling across the king-sized bed to slap a hand down on it. “What the hell. It’s Saturday. I don’t have to… Oh. I do.”

She collapsed face down on the bed. So tired. I shouldn’t have stayed up so late masturbating.

At the time, she called it, “Putting in the work.” Really, she masturbated herself to the very brink of climax, and stopped. Over and over and over again. That was the fastest way to rebuild her pent up sexual frustrations. Fortunately, women descended of Valkyries were supernaturally horny as a rule. So it was easy to quickly build up sexual frustrations to fuel her power belt.

“I hope Lynda put in the work last night, too,” she muttered, rolling over onto her back.

Her bed sheets were all pulled up and rumbled, damp with sweat. And she did it all by herself. Jennifer didn’t need a stinking man to wreck her bed. A wicked grin spread across her face. The maid tasked with making her bed would think she brought a man home last night.

“If only,” she whispered with a faraway voice. “That beautiful life is not for me. I have a calling.”

Speaking of calling, she had an eight o’clock conference call at the office. And she had a lot of work to do before that meeting, so she reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Jennifer quickly piled her waist-length, shimmering black hair atop her head. Then she stepped into the shower. She quickly lathered up and rinsed, but then the pulsating stream hit her sweet spot.

“Ooooo,” she sighed. “So nice.” She paused, biting her lip. “I have time.”

Jennifer’s right hand snaked down between her tights, and flicked a long red nail across the clit peeking out from under its hood. She cried out, body trembling already. So sensitive after a long night of self-induced sexual torment. One foot lifted off the floor, exposing her pussy fully to the pulsating water.

And the other foot slipped out from under her.

“Ouch,” she gasped, landing on her butt, the pulsating water hitting her in the face. “So much for keeping my hair dry.”

Jennifer rolled to all fours, and started standing. Only she went ass up first, which left her bend dramatically over, ass to pulsating water. More accurately, pussy to pulsating water stream.

“Oh, yes. Just like that.”

She shifted to get that hard, pulsating stream hitting her clit. Her insides melted, and she started panting. It was so hard to stand perfectly still, but she had to keep that stream hitting right there. So amazing. So…

“Oh. I almost lost it,” she gasped, panting furiously. Another two pulses, and she would’ve climaxed. That would’ve wiped out all the good work she did overnight. As she turned to face the water, the stream stimulated her right nipple. It was already hard and erect, and that stream felt so wonderful. “I need to take more showers.”

With one hand on the wall to steady herself, she slipped her other hand down between her thighs. Jennifer rubbed circles around her throbbing pussy. She fidgeted, squirmed, and panted as she struggled to remain standing with her weak knees, and keep the stream on that nipple.

Jennifer slipped two fingers up into her snatch. A tiny cry escaped full red lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Yessss.”

A vision of Hank Biggs came to her. The previous day, Hank slamming into her so hard and fast. Fucking her so damn well.

“No no, not him,” she gasped out, and then the vision changed.

She was forced to bend over, a fist in her hair and yanking. A big rubber robot cock reaming her out from behind.

“NO! The robot’s worse,” she cried, stepping back and pulling her hand away. “What is wrong with me? Why do I have such nasty fantasies?”

After all that, Jennifer had to shower again. She quickly dried off, did her face and hair, and headed for the closet in nothing but a red silk robe. The billionaire beauty perused her office attire and shoe closet, not liking anything she found. So she picked an uber tight red cocktail dress, with a plunging neckline and a hemline that barely covered her assets. She accessorized with diamond stud earrings, a black satin choker, and black stiletto pumps.

“It’s Saturday. No one expects appropriate office wear,” she said, admiring herself in the full-length mirror. She pulled her hair back in a high ponytail, and then swapped out the diamond studs for overlarge silver hoops. “Better. And there won’t be very many in the office this morning. And I’ll just tell them I came over straight from the dance club.”

It was Saturday. Just half a day of work. She’d be home by noon, two o’clock at the latest.

She felt her cheeks burning as she headed out of the closet. Every time Ms Patriot had a setback, Jennifer went to work all sexed up the next day. Jennifer understood what and why she was doing, but after getting reamed out royally she had a deep need to dress sexy. Her employees might suspect their boss was just super horny those days, but no one said anything to the boss lady.

Jennifer grabbed her purse and headed out. Heading for the garage, she stopped outside Lynda’s room. A wanton moan drifted through the door before she could knock, and wish her apprentice a nice day. Then she heard a soft, feminine grunt. Was someone with her?

Despite the guilt flooding in, Jennifer carefully opened the door and peeked inside. Lynda was sprawled out on her queen-sized bed. Not completely naked. The teenage wore her Patriot Girl knee boots and choker. But she was alone. Only, there was a spreader bar locked between her ankles. That was surprising, but not as shocking as the massive vibrating dildo the blonde beauty was thrusting into her pussy.

Lynda’s amazing body was shiny with sweat, her eyes glazed over, as tiny animal sounds bubbled out. Jennifer stared slack-jawed a long moment, and then closed the door. Her heart thundered in her chest, blood pounding in her ears. Even more distracting, her pussy throbbed out of control.

“Good for her,” she whispered. “I’ve done all I need to do. I have to go to work. I can’t go back and… No. Must be strong.”

Jennifer staggered halfway down the hallway, before she finally regained complete control of her wits and libido. Maybe after work she’d have some time to work on her pent up sexual frustrations. Yeah. Just like Lynda.