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She didn't hesitate and soon stood in front of him naked. "You're a beautiful young woman, Mathilde." He was eyeing her majestic tits; those 36DDs and then his eyes lasered in on the sparse blonde bush which covered her womanhood.

He urged, ordered, invited, whatever words work for you, Mathilde Fischer to kneel over his face. "Let me see your pussy close up, my dear."

Her open pussy was a lush purple and like her pubic hair, there was only the slightest evidence that she was post-pubescent. She was almost nineteen.

Of course, General Ackermann didn't want just a close up look at her pussy. Soon, his tongue started.

It was a feeling Mathilde had never experienced. Without prompting, she started moving; fucking his face slowly, although that's not what she'd call it. She had no idea what was happening, but didn't want it to end. It was nothing like she'd experience when she'd been fingered.

As for the General, sometimes even with the prostitutes Corporal Fryman brought him, at his age, things didn't work the way they used to. To be precise, sometimes he couldn't get hard.

Now, with young Mathilde's sweet pussy in his face, he could feel his cock throbbing. He was certain that it had been years and years since he'd had an erection like the one he was experiencing.

As much as he'd like to fuck that pussy, he also wanted to keep eating it. A half hour after Mathilde got on top of him, he rolled her off and got between her legs. "Mathilde, you have the most beautiful, sweetest pussy," his tongue started again.

"Thank you, Herr General. It is yours; my body belongs to the Reich. Do what you want with it. I am honored to serve the Reich."

The fucking wasn't all that good, but she did have a very tight pussy hole and moved her big ass for him. For her first time, she hoped she'd pleased him.

General Ackermann was pleased, but he summoned Trude Ruttinger to his quarters. "Young Mathilde Fischer has the potential to be amazing, but she has a lot to learn."

"I agree Herr General."

"When does her oral training beginning?"

"It is not scheduled for another month, but if it pleases the General, I can have her start tomorrow."

"Yes, tomorrow would be perfect. How long before she's ready?"

"General, Mathilde's enthusiasm and desire to serve the Third Reich is unsurpassed. I suspect, I can have her ready for you in about three weeks, perhaps a little longer."

"Thank you, Fraulein Ruttinger. I look forward to her next visit. Three weeks, you say?"

The next day Mathilde Fischer was summoned to Frau Trude Ruttinger's office. Waiting for her there was the prostitute, Hase and the male model, Lowe. "Mathilde, you are ready for your next lesson. Hase will be your instructor and you will learn to satisfy Lowe. And Mathilde, these are private lessons; you should be proud, you are far ahead of your classmates.'

For young Mathilde those next three weeks were a whirlwind. There was learning how to suck Lowe's mammoth cock; then there was learning how to suck his cock like an expert and finally, there was learning how to swallow all of it.

She never knew that men were that big. General Ackermann wasn't nearly as big: he was her first and only. The cocks she learned to play with using her hands weren't that big. She wondered if it would fit. "Don't worry Mathilde, it'll fit in your mouth and your pussy. Now, try again. For the Reich; for der Fuehrer."

Almost two weeks later, she'd swallowed it all. It had taken fifteen-hour days, and often times Frau Ruttinger yelled, screamed and cajoled. "That's it Mathilde, now suck Lowe's cock good. Suck it, girl. You know what I want to see, Give it to her, Lowe."

He held her head in his hands, and spurted and spurted and as she'd been trained, she swallowed every drop.

Mathilde didn't ask, but Trude Ruttinger watched her performance and thought she should be rewarded. "You can spend the next few days with Lowe; he'll teach you some other things."

What those were, Mathilde wasn't sure.

Lowe with his monster cock, took her to bed. Yes, the General had deflowered her, but his cock felt nothing like what the gorgeous Lowe was giving her. He stretched her young pussy. There were tears; "for the Reich, Mathilde, for the Reich," she said to herself.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when he rolled her on top of him and that cock was so far up her pussy. There were more tears when he fucked her from behind. "You'll get used to it Mathilde, now move that big ass."

It was meant as a compliment. Lowe loved the way her big ass moved; he loved the way that big ass fucked him.

For Mathilde, fucking that big cock was painful; she preferred it in her mouth.

When she was presented to General Ackermann again, "nice to see you, Fraulein."

"Nice to see you, General. I suppose you'd like to see the rest of me," she smiled. She was hoping he'd like her to straddle his face again."

He didn't. "Frau Ruttinger tells me you've learned some new skills," He started taking off his pants.

"Yes, General. It was the most amazing thing. I hope I've learned enough to please you."

She undressed; he finished undressing; she got on her knees.

Although, she'd learned to swallow all Lowe's magnificent cock, the General's was not nearly as big. Over the following years, she'd learn that the General's cock was just about average.

It was far more easier to suck; far more easier to please. "Fraulein, your mouth is amazing. Keep going just like that. You seem to like the General's cock."

She nodded with most of the General's cock in her mouth.

Every few days he called Frau Ruttinger and ordered her to send him Mathilde Fischer, who spent most of the evening on her knees.

It wasn't the General's cock she loved; it was sucking cock she loved. Fucking was okay, and if it pleased the General, her pussy was available for his tongue, but there was nothing better than having his cock, Lowe's cock, any cock in her mouth.

The Faith and Beauty girls talked among themselves. They couldn't stop talking about the orgasms they felt when getting fucked or eaten. Mathilde kept quiet. She only had those feelings when she felt the warmth of the General's cream fill her mouth.

This did not go unnoticed by the General and Director Trude Ruttinger.

Mathilde was assigned to London; her target was Lord Baron Bronwyn, one of Prime Minister Churchill's closest advisors. German intelligence's surveillance discovered that he regularly cheated on the Baroness Bronwyn with women who specialized in fellatio.

Mathilde was the perfect agent to get information from the Lord Baron. If you haven't caught on, Mathilde Fischer had become a specialist in fellatio.

He was in his mid-fifties. Tall, distinguished, handsome. He attracted ladies like flies around shit and he was a smooth, smooth talker; convincing even the most lady-like of ladies to please his cock; which by the way was not all that much; that is, it was about average size; much like General Ackermann's. Nothing special.

At a reception for the new German Ambassador, Mathilde Fischer made it a point to introduce herself to Lord Baron Bronwyn. She made no mention that she'd lived in Germany. When he found out that she'd been born and raised in Southampton, "Miss Fischer, I keep a lovely cottage there overlooking the sea. I'd love to show it to you."

She smiled. "I haven't been back there since I was a girl. I'd love to see it." She'd just turned nineteen.

The Lord's cottage was indeed lovely, although while on her knees, she didn't see much of it. He thought he'd seduced her and talked her into sucking his cock. Unlike some of the middle-aged and even older women, many of whom were married he'd seduced and who were no stranger to cocksucking, he was pleased with himself watching the top of her head move.

There'd been many women in this same position. There'd been a second cousin to the King. There was the King's aunt, a woman in her sixties who thought this might be the last cock she'd ever have and sucked it like that.

There was the actress, acclaimed as the most beautiful woman in England. Lord Baron Bronwyn thought she was even better looking with his cock in her mouth.

He been an envoy to France. The wives of members of the government couldn't wait to get him alone and get on their knees. They seemed so hungry for his cock; he wondered if Frenchmen even had cocks.

He couldn't wait to leave his post as ambassador to Italy. Those Italian women wanted to fuck all the time. He had no interest in fucking, and they didn't seem to have any interest in sucking.

Now, at his age to have a nineteen-year-old enthralled with his cock was a feather in his cap.

Mathilde was certain that she'd set a trap for him as she'd been trained.

She became totally convinced while on her knees, when he received a phone call, "Yes, Mr. Prime Minister . . ."

He continued talking while she sucked; just as if she wasn't there. This particular phone call wasn't anything that she could use, but it did set the stage. He didn't think she was anything but a low-level clerk; a low-level cocksucking clerk at that.

They spent the weekend at the cottage. Three or four times, the Lord Baron took calls from Churchill and a number of generals and admirals. Mathilde kept sucking, but was paying attention, trying to remember what was said.

Occasionally, he'd pat her on the head while on the phone; urging her to keep going.

"Lord Bronwyn, I don't have much experience, but I must say, I can't imagine that I'll ever enjoy a cock as much as I'm enjoying yours." She said when she came up for air.

"You're a good girl, Miss Fischer. Now, if you were sincere, you can continue to please my cock. You do have a way of making it harder than it's been in ages."

"It's your fantastic cock that spurs me on." Without any further prompting, Mathilde put it back in her mouth where it stayed until there wasn't a drop left to swallow.

When she finished, and rested on his chest, "Your Lordship, I can request that I be given weekends off. There's nothing urgent going on between our two countries, I'm sure I'll be able to get away."

"And what my dear would you be doing if you were able to have weekends off?"

"If you'd allow me your Lordship, I'd be on my knees worshipping your incredible manhood. It is incredible you know?"

"I keep a home in London, and my wife, the Baroness, prefers to live in Edinburgh. Tell me again what you'd like to spend the weekend doing?"

Mathilde put one hand on his resting cock. She laughed, "you're going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"I like to hear it."

"Your Lordship, you like hearing it, and I like sucking your gorgeous cock." She crawled up and rubbed those magnificent 36DDs in his face. "Do you think this will help you get hard again?" She giggled.

Mathilde didn't wait until Monday morning to report what she'd heard. She went right to the Intelligence Section at the German Embassy Sunday night. They knew she was a clerk, but there were rumors she was something more than that. No one noticed that her lips were raw. They forwarded her information to German Military Headquarters in Berlin without question.

Every weekend she spent at the Lord Baron's London home, and once in a while they went to Southampton. He never asked to fuck her or eat her; she just sucked. ‘How can I be so lucky as to serve the Reich and der Fuehrer like this?' she thought as she bobbed up and down on Lord Baron Bronwyn's cock.

To the Lord Baron she said, "How can a girl be so lucky as to have your magnificent cock to suck?" She went back down on him.

There were calls from the Prime Minister. "Bronwyn, you're breathing heavy. Do you have a woman with you?"

"I can't lie to you Winston."

"Who is it this time, the wife of some member of the House of Lords? Last time, it was Lady Caddington. You said she was a marvel."

"Winnie, you would not believe it, but I have the most gorgeous, enthusiastic nineteen-year-old on her knees in front of me as we speak."

"Lucky you."

"Winston, I'm sure I could convince her. Shall I send her to you?"

Mathilde could not believe what she'd heard. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs. General Ackermann and Trude Ruttinger would be so pleased, she might have an opportunity to be face-to-face with Churchill himself. Not exactly face-to-face, more like cock-to-face, but you know what I mean.

"You're right, Mr. Prime Minister. Your security people wouldn't let a girl like Mathilde anywhere near you. However, I can guarantee she wouldn't be carrying a concealed weapon." He laughed and patted her on the head.

The naked Mathilde, on her knees, had a big smile on her face as she sucked more enthusiastically if that was even possible. The Lord Baron was still on the phone with the Prime Minister when he filled her mouth.

As war came closer, he received more and more calls from high-ranking military officers and Churchill. The Lord Baron took them sitting in a chair, while Mathilde knelt in front of him. On occasion, he patted her head. "Hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm," she sucked.

One Saturday while she was there, an Admiral and a General representing the War Cabinet came to his London home. At the moment Mathilde and the Lord Baron were naked. Lord Bronwyn put on a robe and joined them in his study, while Mathilde remained in his bed.

Not exactly. Naked, she slipped into a bathroom adjacent to the study. Pretending to wash, she heard every word of their conversation.

The information she forwarded to Berlin was directly responsible for the later entrapment of the British Army at Dunkirk.

By the time the General and Admiral left, she was back in bed. "Your Lordship, I've missed you; please hurry; come back to bed."

"Mathilde, I think you've missed my cock."

"I have. I'm starving for your cock. It's been almost two hours. Please, your Lordship my mouth can't wait any longer." He smiled as she got on her knees.

Mathilde giggled like the schoolgirl she'd been only a few years earlier, trying to remember details of the conversation she'd heard. "Thank you your Lordship. I feel like the luckiest girl in all of England."

When war was declared, the entire German Embassy staff was evacuated, including the low-level clerk, Mathilde Fischer.

TO BE CONTINUED

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