To Her Taste

Ch. 2: Acclimation

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Note: From this point on

italics

will be used to signal when someone is speaking another language. If it's written in English, it means it's still Russian but Marcus can understand it.

Things included in this chapter: paddling, cunnilingus, face-sitting.

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I was left in my room for the rest of the day. It quickly annoyed me, as I had woken up pretty early and had been out for only a few hours, meaning I was left there for over 20 hours. In that one room and bathroom. With nothing else.

First I laid on the mattress and took in my situation. I contemplated what would happen if I managed to rush out and take a guard's taser. The best case scenario would be that I navigate myself back to the elevator or stairwell, and then hope I manage to get out of this tower without being overwhelmed. It didn't seem promising, so I just stared at the ceiling instead.

I had never had such a humiliating three hours in my life, which were strangely also some of the most erotic. I couldn't believe how much my thoughts drifted to Ramina's model look, Katerina's amazing hands, and Agafonov's hot teacher get-up, especially considering I got an amazing handjob earlier that day. But hell, I was horny only later that morning when I saw Agafonov. A part of me felt very angry and anxious about the whole situation, but some primal part of me was very turned on and excited about any sexual contact with an attractive female, especially with my limited experience.

After my cock got uncomfortably hard in my cage a few times, I decided to try to take my mind off it. That only lasted so long. The boredom grew, so I took out my Russian notes and the dictionary. I studied them until I had the Cyrillic alphabet down by heart and memorized most of the basic vocabulary I was taught. I stared at the ceiling for a while longer, then started reading the English-Russian dictionary. I got pretty far before that started to really bore me.

I started doing some exercise, just some basic pushups, curls, squats, so on. Finally, I used some of my new supplies to just start doodling, as I had a pen and a notebook.

Eventually my dinner arrived. It consisted of a room-temperature square of what I think was meant to be lasagna, which was crumbly and dry. It came with a mandarin and a few sticks of celery. I hate celery, but I ate it anyway. I was still hungry afterward. I just tried to sleep, and eventually the lights in my room dimmed.

I woke up what must have been quite early the next morning. I went over my Russian notes again, and then about an hour later I was excited to hear a loud pounding at the door by one of the guards, followed by it opening which allowed me to be greeted by one Ramina Kavalski.

Fuck, she was hot. Again. Her outfit wasn't something I'd seen on her before: exercise clothing. She wore a tight blue long-sleeved crop that looked great on her slim body and C-cup breasts, and for pants she wore black yoga pants that perfectly complimented her hot hips and wide thighs. Even this early, looking like she was about to workout, she wore some makeup and eyeliner, while her long blonde hair was in a ponytail.

"

Dobroye utro."

She greeted me.

"

Dobroye utro."

I returned.

"We're going to exercise. You should change."

"What about breakfast?"

"We'll have it after. Now change."

"Okay..." I looked at her, she looked back. "Mind giving me some privacy?"

She looked amused. "Yes, I do mind. You need to get used to women watching you change."

"Oh, come on!"

"Do not talk back to me." She put her hands on her hips and stared at me intently. "Well, what are you waiting for? Change!"

I sighed and complied, finding my grey shirts and sweatpants. I had my back towards her, and decided to get it over with and quickly took off my old clothes and put on the new ones, feeling insecure under her gaze. When I turned around she was, of course, watching me.

"Good, now come!" she turned to walk out. I followed.

"So what's today's regiment?"

"Yoga."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. You must get fit. I will teach you."

"Really?"

She stopped walking and turned to look at me. "Yes, really. And I really expect that you stop with this 'really.' You must learn to listen and follow."

"Oh, fuck off!"

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm going to punish you for that." She just turned and continued walking. I felt a combination of nervous fear from hearing that, and arousal as I watched her plump buttocks gesticulate in those fine, tight yoga leggings. I followed.

We came to a wide room where one of the walls was completely window glass. It was the first basking in direct sunlight I've enjoyed in at least a week, and from those windows I saw a beautiful city scape with misty plains in the distance, all of it beautiful in the dusk light. Damn, this bitch got up early.

The room was empty aside from some yoga mats.

"Have you done yoga before?" she asked.

"I've sat cross legged, that's about the extent of it." I quipped.

She stared at me judgingly, like I was an intern that kept fucking up their work or something.

She directed me into several poses, some really simple ones to test my flexibility. I wasn't surprised by the results, I knew I was probably the least flexible person I've ever met.

"We have a lot of work to do." she commented as I attempted to touch my toes.

For the next hour she directed me into a variety of poses, some more advanced than others. I broke a sweat about halfway through, and that's only because it was pretty cold in there. The windows weren't great insulation, and it appears that heating was only in parts of the building, and the empty yoga room was probably not a priority. But even then my body temperature got pretty high.

It was just the exercise though. Seeing Ramina demonstrate some of these poses, and just seeing her move in those tight clothes, got me even hotter. It became obvious that she took quite good care of herself; I didn't notice before she actually had abs until she stretched delightfully under the rays of dusk. I don't think I'll ever forget the sight of her doing a backbend, her beautiful midriff painted in a shade of twilight and her perky breasts pointing out in full definition. I started to salivate.

She also touched me a lot, as she adjusted me so I would actually get closer to a proper form. This was easy for her and she wasn't sweating at all, rather she smelled like a delightful cherry perfume. I got hard in my cage several times.

By the end of the hour she looked satisfied and relaxed. I was ignobly soaked in my own sweat and laying on the ground after my arms were destroyed during my last pose.

"Get up." She stood above me.

I slowly began to push myself up before she put a foot on my back, pushing me back down.

"Dat's '

Da, moya gospozha.'

" She took her foot off my back.

"The hell's a 'gossipzha?'"

"I suppose you'll learn now. It's almost time for your class with Madame Agafonov."

I groaned. She let me up and we departed. I was led back to my room, where I had only a little time to get ready. I took a quick shower and came back out to see a tray with some toast, jam, butter, and coffee with a banana. I crammed it down my gullet, still unsated, and then I was collected by a pair of goons and brought to that same classroom. Madame Agafonov glanced at me hungrily.

I fell into my seat and took out my notebook. She got to the lecture pretty quickly, and at around the hour mark she started checking her pocket watch. Finally, the lecture started to wrap up after she drilled Russian numbers into me.

"

We are finished.

" she said in Russian.

I started packing my things quickly, hoping to get out of there quickly, but my efforts were futile. Just a few moments later she sat on my desk and swiveled around to face me, her legs slightly spread.

"Almost..." she amended, taking off her glasses in anticipation.

"I-, I- thought that was a one-time thing..."

"Oh, no my dear. You need to exercise your tongue often, it will help with your pronunciation...." she leaned in, putting a finger on my chin. I lightly slapped her hand away. She looked quite offended

"No, I'm not doing that again!" I turned my head and scooted back.

"Don't act like you didn't like it."

"I didn't!"

"Would you like to see my breasts?"

"N-, wa, wha-?" I turned back to her. She was taking her blazer off and pushing her chest out.

"Would. You. Like. To see my breasts?" she repeated, learning forward.

YES! my brain screamed, but I hesitated, surprised by it all. I realized I was sweating again.

I wanted to say yes, but I knew that was probably what she wanted. I couldn't help but choke, and she took my silence for an answer.

"I'll let you see my chest if you eat me after."

My cock was hard in its cage again. I remembered that other idea I had, the one about trying to make the best of things while I was here.

"Okay..." I nodded, heart thumping.

She smiled, sat straight back up, and began to unbutton her blouse. I couldn't help but watch her fingers work their way down and the skin began to show. After the first few buttons I could see a lot of glorious cleavage, and a few more I could see her saffron bra, her midriff, and finally all the buttons were undone, and she took off her blouse completely. I was practically salivating when she unhooked her bra and let her B-cups jiggle.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes," I stared.

"Good," she smirked, "now, eat my pussy."

I looked downward at her spreading legs. Well, a deal was a deal. I decided to just get into it, and crawled beneath her pencil skirt once again and got to work.

She laid back and enjoyed my efforts, relaxing. Meanwhile, my tongue and lips were hard at work. Not wanting to be gypped on my deal, I lifted her skirt to around her waist, allowing me to get a good look at her chest. She didn't seem to mind; she liked to look into my giving eyes.

She decided to relax and enjoy, and I reside to get her even more worked up. So it went on like that for several minutes as some rebellious thought stewed in my mind. She was flushed and frequently mewling, and I dutifully licked, mentally taking note of how she reacted to different things. Then, I hatched my plan while her head was tilted back and she was looking at the ceiling. I went on the offensive and began to tongue lash her clit while simultaneously sliding my hands up her hips and torso to get two handfuls of those pale globes. To my immeasurable disappointment, she grabbed my wrists before they reached their intended targets, sat up, and looked down at me. She looked mad, and her eyes once again went back to reflecting like steel.

Oh, fuck.

"Did you just try to grab my chest without permission?"

"Uhhh-" I uh'd nervously, taking my mouth from her pussy.

"I did not tell you to stop! You must learn to speak and eat pussy!"

Was that even possible? I reconnected my lips to hers, and all my cockiness dissolved under her long glare. I felt like I was about to get hit by a meteor as I looked up into them. It took me a moment longer to compute that she expected an answer.

"Uhh,

da

" I answered, muffled by her pussy. She was still staring down at me, angrily. I couldn't believe how quickly she had gone from mewling and gasping to stoically trying to hatefuck me with her eyes. It would only frustrate her more if I tried to avert my gaze, and there was no way I was matching that glare with my own. I had never even been in a situation where the idea of shooting someone with a flirty look to improve my circumstance had ever even occurred to me, and so I could only hope I did a good job as I tried to soften my eyes and look more appeasing. I reverently ran my tongue up her labia.

My submissive gestures were in vain, and the most I got was a twitch as my tongue ran along the side of her clit. I was really hoping she would just let me off with a warning or something, but I had apparently crossed a lot of lines in my moment of hubris.

"You must be punished."

I felt my heart sink and start pounding and a bead of sweat run down the back of my neck.

"Stand up." She pulled her pussy away from my face, but didn't let go of my wrists. She stood up too, then me, before she directed me to lay on my back on the long desk. I barely had time to wonder what she was about to do when she also got up on the desk and straddled my chest. Next, she directed my arms, with no real resistance from me, to an opportune spot. She moved up again, pinning my arms with her legs and sticking her pussy right above my face. I looked up at her; the glare's flaming indignance was replaced by a storm cloud of malice, and her mouth was bent in a wicked grin. I could still see her wicked tits though, so that was nice.

I only had a moment to enjoy my view before she unceremoniously mashed her labia on my lips. I started flicking my tongue immediately, and she seemed to like that, rocking back and forth a few times. She stopped again, this time higher up on my face and my nose and mouth were both totally enfolded by her pussy. I tried to breathe through my nose, but only got a few musky wisps of air before she readjusted, cutting me off totally. I looked up at her nervously and tried to move my head, but I really couldn't; my head was pinned by the pelvis and my arms by her legs. She looked down at me with satisfaction.

Oh, I was in thaaaat position! Oh, fuck. My dick grew large in my cage, and my heartbeat elevated. Either I was about to get water-boarded with grool, or she was about to fuck my face like it was her pillow. I felt... excited? Then my lungs started to burn a little, and I felt nervous again. I tried to plead, but I was of course muffled by her pussy.

She lifted herself up and I took a breath before she came back down, smothering me again. She did this a few more times out of amusement, then really started to grind at my face. I tried to adjust my position but she really had me pinned. I was stuck there as she ground her wet flower all over my face, going back to forth as she enjoyed the friction and texture of my beard and nose. Simultaneously, I stuck my tongue out to lap at her whenever she ran over my lips and took in breath only when I could. I became frustrated with the treatment and stopped being active, just letting her grind against me as I stared at her waving boobs. I could practically feel my hands tingling from wanting to touch them.

The sense of power I got had totally faded, as she now controlled the rhythm totally. As if to emphasize the point, she rapidly pounded up and down on my face, banging my head up and down on the wooden long desk, which hurt. Then she stopped, and looked back down at me, her face locked in the expression of a tiger playing with its prey. I tried to avoid her gaze, focusing instead on her breasts.

"Stick your tongue out. And look in my eyes!" she growled. My heartbeat escalated. Why did that sound so hot?

I obeyed, sticking my tongue back out as something more for her to rub herself on, and I looked at her with innocent, pleading eyes. She said something else in Russian I didn't understand, and started to grind harder and faster, soon leaving my face slick and sticky. Even when my tongue was at rest I could still taste her flavor and texture as her grool stuck to my tongue. My sense of smell had also been completely smothered by the scent of her sex, with my very nose being coated as she used its tip to hit her clit the way she liked.

Okay, now this was getting a little gross.

I made one more futile attempt to worm my way into a less compromising position, all in vain. I couldn't tell how long this went on for, but she was getting really into it, and her stoic expression had once again washed away. However, this time instead of seeming to become softer and mewling, she was fiery, and her mewls and sucked-in breaths were replaced by grunts as she facefucked me.

Now I was getting pissed, but I couldn't do anything about this. I just tried to relax and get what breath I could while lapping at her pussy as she took out her anger and lust on my face. After some time she gripped my head and really started going to town on me, employing a new technique of grinding her clit up and down on the tip of my nose. Then she got really loud and her thighs started twitching, signaling her coming orgasm. I had looked away at some point during the face grinding, and now when I glanced up I saw a totally different woman. Her face was flushed totally red, and her lips were curled in perverted delight. She had taken off her glasses and her eyes were partially rolled back; her eyelids were squinted and twitching. She was hunched forward, her tits dangling from her hot, red, twitching torso. That's when her lips moved from being bitten to opening into a delightful 'O' as she let out an orgasmic howl.

I really was not prepared for what happened next. She really pressed down hard, again bumping the back of my head against the desk and smothering my mouth and nose. I increased my lapping and sucking, hoping my good performance would be enough to spare my ass. I had heard that female orgasms could go on for a long time, but this one felt like forever, probably because I couldn't breath for most of it. I tried to inhal, but only got a small wisp of air from out of her labia.

Then a tidal wave of grool was excised from her pink hole right onto my tongue and nose! She rubbed up and down just a little more as I choked, her pussy mucus mixing with all my nasal mucus and saliva to saturate my lower face and beard. She cackled as she looked down at my wetted, reddening cheeks and eyes before going for another rough grinding on my nose. The up-and-down movements gave me the space to get in some more air, and finally, after another splatter of grool, she was finished. Panting and slumped over me, with her pussy resting on my face and getting my slow licks, she was finished, after what felt like half-an-hour of being used like a pillow.

She sat back, plopping her buttocks on my chest with her legs still spread. She was breathing hard, a satisfied expression on her face as she put her glasses back on and looked down at me. I could see her arrogant look, her heaving chest that I still got looks at, and then finally down to her pussy, it and all around it totally soaked by its juices and my saliva and sweat. Though her pussy was finally away from my face, I was so marinated in it that it was though the smell never left me. Oh god, I think some ran up my nose!

She flung her legs to one side, and then hopped off of me.

"You must learn you can not touch a woman without their permission. Next, I will punish you."

I processed her words as I stared at the ceiling. Normally I would agree touching a woman without permission is wrong, but considering she was already forcing me to give her oral it seemed like fair play. And what? That wasn't even the punishment? What would it be? I looked at the board of implements once again, before nervously sliding off to my side of the desk.

I looked at Madame Agafonov, who was buttoning up her blouse and then checked her pocket watch.

"Unfortunately, that must wait for tomorrow. Miss Kavalski will be back for you soon."

I didn't know what to say. I just started packing my backpack, and when I was done I looked over at her. Her face was still a little flushed, some of her hair out of place, and she was just realigning her skirt when she looked at me, seeing my flushed, pussy-soaked face. I desperately felt the need to wash out my mouth and take a shower. She smiled at me, and just then we heard a knock at the door as Ramina returned to collect me. She looked at us and smiled.