“Breathe,” I reminded her, my voice strained. “In and out through your nose, sweetheart.”
She obeyed, and I felt her throat relax fractionally. I pulled back, then pushed forward again, a little deeper this time. Her eyes were watering now, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, but she kept her hands exactly where I’d told her to put them—spreading herself open while I fucked her face.
The image of doing exactly what I’d described—of bending her over and taking that tight little bottom while she squeezed and clenched around me—flashed through my mind with devastating clarity.Soon. Not tonight, but soon. I’d work up to it, train her properly, make sure she was ready.
But god, the thought of it pushed me right to the brink.
My hips moved faster now, the control I’d maintained starting to slip. Laura’s muffled whimpers grew more desperate, and I could see her thighs clamping together rhythmically. She was close again. The little slut was going to come just from sucking my cock and spreading her punished bottom for me.
“Don’t you dare come,” I growled, the command coming out rougher than I’d intended. “Not until I give you permission.”
She made a sound that might have been agreement, might have been protest—I couldn’t tell with my cock filling her mouth. But her hips stilled their rocking motion, her whole body going tense with the effort of holding back.
Good girl. Such a good, obedient girl.
The thought sent me over the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I managed to get out, my voice tight. “You’re going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?”
She whimpered around my cock, her eyes downcast to my lap as if in shame at what her sponsor had demanded of her, the way I used her velvet mouth for my pleasure.
“Look at me,” I ordered. “Eyes up.”
Laura
I nodded my head as much as I could while my sponsor had his rigid penis deep inside my mouth. I couldn’t bear to raise my gaze to meet Mike’s.
“Eyes up,” he repeated, his voice harder now, leaving no room for disobedience.
I forced myself to comply, lifting my gaze to meet his eyes even as shame flooded through me. The position was unbearable—kneeling before him with my panties around my knees, my hands still spreading my own sore hind cheeks apart, his cock deep in my mouth, and now having to look him in the eye while he used me.
His expression was intense, possessive, hungry. He held my gaze as his hips thrust forward one more time, and then I felt his cock pulse against my tongue.
The first spurt of his seed hit the back of my throat, hot and thick and overwhelming. I gagged reflexively, my body trying to reject it, but his hands held my head firmly in place.
“Swallow,” he commanded, his voice rough with pleasure.
I tried. God, I tried. But there was so much, and it kept coming, flooding my mouth faster than I could process. Some of it went down my throat, some leaked from the corners of my lips, and I felt tears streaming down my face as I struggled to obey him.
“That’s it,” Mike groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Take it all, sweetheart. Every drop.”
Another pulse, another flood of warmth. I swallowed again, my throat working frantically, and this time more of it went down. The taste was strange—salty and bitter and unmistakably masculine. Not pleasant, but not as horrible as I’d feared either. Just… different. Foreign.
Finally, mercifully, his cock stopped pulsing. His grip on my hair loosened slightly, and he pulled back until just the head of his cock rested against my lips.
“Clean me,” he said softly. “Lick it clean.”
My tongue moved before my brain could catch up, licking the remaining seed from the broad head of his cock. I tasted more of that strange flavor, felt the softening flesh twitch against my tongue. When I’d gotten every drop, he finally released my hair and pulled out of my mouth completely.
I gasped for air, my jaw aching, my throat sore. My hands were still behind me, still spreading myself open, and I realized with horror that I’d kept them there the entire time without being told. Like my body had learned to hold the position he’d commanded even while my mind was overwhelmed with everything else. Or… like it felt good to obey, to do something that naughty, that lewd because I knew I would be spanked if I didn’t.
“You can let go now,” Mike said gently, and I heard warmth in his voice. “Good girl. Such a good girl for your first time.”
My hands flew forward, and I had to catch myself on my palms to keep from collapsing completely. My whole body was trembling—from exertion, from fear, from the desperate unsatisfied need still throbbing between my legs.
Mike’s hand came to rest on top of my head, stroking my hair with surprising tenderness. “That was perfect, Laura.”
I expected him to help me up, to tell me to get dressed, to let me retreat to the bathroom and try to process what had just happened. Instead, his hand stilled on my hair, and his voice took on that instructional tone again—the one that made my cheeks burn with humiliation even as behind the horrible seal my pussy flared with equal heat.
