Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Now use your hand with your mouth. There. That’s it.”
He repositioned my fingers lower on the shaft, so I did not need to take all of him. I moved as best I could, mouth and hand together, and his breathing changed immediately.
“That’s very pretty,” he said softly.
The praise sent a helpless pulse of hot need through me.
He let me do it for a little while, coaching me in low tones on how to perform this mortifying service.
“Relax your jaw… more saliva, now, so it feels nicer… that’s it… yes, use your tongue there… no, honey… slower than that. Now a little more pressure… that’s it… just like that. That feels so good on my cock. Good girl.”
Each instruction steadied me even as it humiliated me further. I was learning. On my knees. Naked. With a rich, exacting man teaching me how to suck his cock properly because it pleased him to train me.
After a few minutes he withdrew completely, pulling my head off his length.
I blinked up at him, lips swollen, breath unsteady.
“Eyes down,” he said, though his tone sounded forgiving, as if he understood how hard a command this might be to remember. With a hot blush, I obeyed, and I saw how his hardness glistened with the way I had tried to please him in my mouth.
“I’ve decided I want to take my time with you,” he said, as if from far above.
My whole body reacted to those words as if they held some charge I couldn’t untangle.
“So I’m going to come in your mouth. I’ll have your pussy later.”
My stomach lurched. I almost looked up again, the urge to beg him not to demand such a mortifying thing rising almost to my throat. His next words, though, brought a deep shudder to my limbs.
“Before I come, though,” he said slowly, as if intending to judge my reaction, “I’m going to fuck your face a little.”
A hot, frightened throb went through me between the legs.
He must have seen it. “Just a little. Enough for you to learn. I’m not interested in scaring you out of your senses, which would only make you less likely to please my cock today or in the future.”
He moved his hand back into my hair and gathered it, not cruelly, simply preparing.
“Before I go deep, you’re going to learn how to breathe. Listen carefully.”
I listened with every nerve I had.
“When I’m in your mouth, you breathe through your nose. If I go deeper and you need air, I’ll let you have it. You do not panic. If you panic, your body tightens and everything becomes more difficult. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you feel yourself about to gag, hold still. Gagging doesn’t mean failure. It means you’re learning the shape of what’s in your mouth. From now on, you’re going to be the kind of girl who takes a man deep that way, when he’s entitled to use you as he pleases.”
I flushed again, my face certainly scarlet.
He touched my cheek. “Now open for the cock.”
I opened, with a little whimper.
He placed the head of his manhood on my tongue again. “Good. Relax.”
Then he slid in farther than before, not all at once, but with a firm, inexorable pressure that made my eyes widen. I concentrated desperately on my nose, on air, on not jerking back. His hand held my head steady.
“That’s it,” he said. “Take it.”
He withdrew, then pushed in again, a little deeper. My throat convulsed. I made a choked sound around him.
“Breathe,” he said.
I obeyed, barely.
A third thrust, deeper still, and I nearly gagged. Tears sprang to my eyes. My hands flew to his thighs, clutching. His grip in my hair tightened just enough to keep me where he wanted me.
“Good girl. There. You’re all right.”
The reassurance in the middle of the domination was disorienting enough that I almost sobbed.
Then he began to use my mouth in short, measured thrusts, not gentle now exactly, with a rhythm that made it impossible to pretend this was still only a lesson.
His hips drove upward. His hand at the back of my head kept me where he wanted me. All I could do was kneel there and take him, my eyes wet, my throat working around him in miserable little spasms while he used my mouth.
I could feel the control in him and also, dismayingly, the strain on it. He liked this. Not abstractly, not as part of some scheme of instruction—a perverse but charitable academy for wayward young women. He liked having me on my knees with his cock in my mouth so much that it changed the sounds he made.
That realization went through me in a wave of heat.
He pulled out enough to let me breathe, then pushed back in, even more firmly. My nose brushed the wiry curls at the base of his thick penis. I nearly gagged again. He grunted, low and rough, and the noise made my whole body tighten.