She trembled, her thoughts swirling, racing ahead to wonder what he might do next.
He ran a finger over her lip, making her gasp. “Do you understand, my plaything?”
Plaything.
The word held no connotation for her, she could not recall where she had ever heard it, or if she had. Yet it sent a shiver through her, a slew of barely-formed and filthy thoughts. The seemingly endless liquid that poured from between her legs gushed hotly onto her thigh.
“Y...yes, yes, sir.”
His finger was still on her lip, heavy, pressing down. She tilted her neck with the pressure, not understanding what he might be doing, and he lifted the finger from her flesh to catch her chin and tilt her face upward.
She knew that he must be on the bed now with her, kneeling as she was. The position, with her legs still spread wide, became slightly uncomfortable as he pushed her down on the shoulder while tilting her head slightly up using the finger beneath her chin.
From her chin, his fingers brushed over her cheek, and then meshed into her hair, tightening a grip and pulling slightly so that her mouth fell open in a pained gasp. Without realizing it, she let one hand drop from her ankle to steady herself against the motion, and the fingers in her hair tightened until a tear squeezed from her eye. “Keep your hands on your ankles, Miss Blanchet. You are going to use your mouth now to pleasure me.”
Without knowing what that could mean, she placed her hand quickly back on her ankle.
She sensed that he was very near to her. The heat of his body radiated against her cheek, and some part of him pressed against one of her thighs. The scent of his body was musky, intoxicating her.
Something brushed over her lip, as soft as calfskin, as hot as Mr. Blackstone’s flesh. It was wet, and a liquid smeared over her upper lip.
“Taste it,” Mr. Blackstone said.
She was wildly confused, but obeyed: a salty, bitter liquid unlike anything she had ever tasted made her take in a sharp breath of surprise.
“This is the liquid that will issue from my organ when you pleasure me properly with your body. You must learn to enjoy the taste of it, to savor it, and to swallow it when you are so ordered. These are the first drops of a great quantity. Lick them now.”
The same heavy, soft thing landed on her lower lip, and then tapped against it. It was flesh, she knew, but the contours of it were like no part of the body she recognized. She was so stunned and lost in her thoughts that much time passed and she did not move her tongue, indeed, she barely remembered the command that had been given to her.
“Miss Blanchet, you are being disobedient,” he told her.
“I... I... sir,” she said in a panicked voice. “I know not what... what to... I don’t know... what you want of me!” This final proclamation left her lips with a bit of a cry: she desperately wanted to please Mr. Blackstone and not be punished, but she could not imagine what he wanted her to do.
“My prick is before you,” he said, his tone approaching one of gentleness. The flesh stroked her lower lip. “Lick it, as you would a pudding on a spoon.” He pulled gently on her hair, tilting her head back.
Lina extended her tongue, and retracted it when she found the smooth round face of Mr. Blackstone’s prick, and then the sharp, salty taste of his essence spread across the blade of her tongue. In the center of the smooth part, which she pictured as a dome, her tongue encountered an indentation, which was so unexpected that it caused her to recoil.
But Mr. Blackstone pulled her toward it. “Lick it, do not be afraid. Move your tongue all over it, for as you do you will pleasure me immensely and I shall be inclined to reward you instead of punishing you.”
Lina moved her tongue over his manhood, exploring the strange contours of this part of his body, wondering what it looked like. She encountered a hard ridge, and when she ran her tongue along it, the whole thing pulsed and bounced, and she was certain that she heard Mr. Blackstone suck his breath in. When she moved back to the strange indentation, she found more of the salty liquid, which seemed to well from inside Mr. Blackstone’s manhood like the wetness that welled up between her own legs.
She licked obediently, wondering about the thing she was licking, for some time. When Mr. Blackstone spoke, his voice seemed to come from lower inside his chest than usual, and waver a little. “Open your mouth, Miss Blanchet. You will take my manhood into your mouth, as much of it as you can. You must learn to take it all inside of your mouth. When... the time comes... I shall train you to do other things... for now, you will take it all into your throat and I shall use your mouth to please myself.”
She hesitated but a moment, which barely mattered, for she felt both of his hands on her head, fingers working to the back of it, cradling her and pushed her forward, while the dome of his manhood entered her mouth. She had no choice but to open for him, as the long and hard flesh, soft and smooth, but strangely bumpy in places, stretched her mouth wider and wider.
“Be a good girl, and open your mouth wide, there, you must take it all.”
The thing slid in, the salty liquid smearing over her tongue and filling her mouth with the taste of his seed. Her jaw began to ache, and more of his flesh continued to fill her mouth, until it even bumped against the back of her throat. She gagged, as she might have from choking, and tried to pull away from the penetrating object, but Mr. Blackstone held her firmly in place.
“I shall train you properly so that you do not choke on a man’s member, even when it is deep inside of your throat.”
She breathed heavily through her nose, her eyes watering, and Mr. Blackstone continued to stuff his manhood into her further. The ache of the object in her bottom began to reassert itself, and oddly, the more he filled her throat with his pulsing muscle, even as she struggled to breathe and her jaw ached, the wetter she became between the legs.
When he reached a place where she was certain she could take no more, he pushed her hair from her face, and then wrapped his fingers around her head again to pull her further toward him. “Take it all, like a good girl,” he breathed, and she strained to open her mouth wider as he pushed himself deeper inside of her.
Her chin met with something soft, and she wondered what it was. Mr. Blackstone gasped. His thighs were now against her shoulders and her chest, and they grazed her nipples, sending a shiver through her. Her eye watered and her mouth was sore, and she did not know what to expect. The flesh in her mouth pulsed and tensed.
“Very good, Miss Blanchet,” Mr. Blackstone said. “Be obedient, and open your mouth wide for me to fuck. When I spend, I will do it in your open mouth, and you will wait until I command you to swallow my liquid.”
