muscles to relax, determined to demonstrate her skill. Sam groaned softly as she massaged his shaft with her throat muscles and tongue. She pulled back a little to increase the pressure and sensation and then bobbed forward again, this time taking a little more than she’d been able to a moment before.
Again she felt the sudden, fierce tug as Master John wrapped his fingers in her hair and jerked her, even harder than before, from her task. Unable to stop herself, Alexis gave a cry of dismay as Sam’s glistening cock fell from her lips.
“Ego,” Master John intoned, his fingers still entwined painfully in Alexis’s hair, “has no place in a slave’s repertoire either. You seek to impress, and you continue to anticipate. Now, let’s try again. Take Sam’s cock into your throat. Do nothing else. Just that.” He let her hair go.
Tears pricking her eyelids, Alexis again took Sam’s cock into her mouth, moving slowly forward to take his length. She was tense but too frustrated and upset to relax. When the head of his cock moved past her soft palate and touched the back of her throat, she gagged. Instinctively she started to pull back, but stopped herself in time.
Get it right this time, damn it. Don’t fuck up. Relax. Relax
Closing her eyes, she willed her throat muscles to open and soften. She felt Master John’s hand on the back of her head and stilled, afraid he was again going to pull her hair for some infraction. But he only gently pushed her forward, which caused Sam’s cock to go even deeper. She gagged again, but Master John didn’t let go. Somehow she worked past the reflex, trying to breathe through her nose as Sam’s cock blocked her windpipe. When Master John removed his hand she almost reared back, but caught herself in time. He hadn't given her any command, other than the one to take Sam’s cock into her throat.
Do nothing else. Just that.
Her legs were hurting again, and she clasped her hands together to keep from fidgeting. Sam’s cock was heavy and thick in her mouth and throat, and saliva was pooling around it, which she was unable to swallow. Her eyes began to water and she thought she was going to gag again, but she somehow managed to will away the need. She imagined wide, deep blue skies, a single bird soaring high in the heavens. She thought of a thick, soft quilt she would lie down on, and then visualized a tub of steaming, sweetly scented water.
After hours, or at least what felt like hours, Master John finally said, “Good. Pull back and let him go. Remain in position three.”
Alexis did so, sucking in a huge breath of air, relieved and thrilled she’d finally done something right. His single word of praise warmed her to her bones.
“Thank you, Sam,” Master John said. “As a token of my appreciation for your services, you may ejaculate on Alexis’s face and breasts. Then you may dress and go.”
Wait. What?
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” Sam replied, his face splitting into a smile. Grabbing his cock, he stroked himself furiously, and within seconds he began spurting ribbons of white jism. Gobbets of the gooey stuff landed in warm splatters over her face and breasts, and Alexis squeezed her eyes and mouth shut, any lingering warmth from the trainer’s praise lost in a new wave of humiliation and confusion.
Stepping back, Sam pulled on his thong, bowed respectfully in Master John’s direction, and padded out of Alexis’s line of vision. She brought a hand to her face, trying to wipe a blob of the sticky ejaculate from her eyelid.
“What are you doing?” Master John snapped. “Did I tell you to move out of position?”
Was he kidding? Did he really expect her to leave Sam’s come dripping from her face and breasts? Apparently he did. Biting back a sigh, Alexis stopped what she was doing and put her hands again behind her back, clasping her wrists. She could feel the flame of a blush moving up her throat to her cheeks.
Master John stood, pulling her leash
Again she felt the sudden, fierce tug as Master John wrapped his fingers in her hair and jerked her, even harder than before, from her task. Unable to stop herself, Alexis gave a cry of dismay as Sam’s glistening cock fell from her lips.
“Ego,” Master John intoned, his fingers still entwined painfully in Alexis’s hair, “has no place in a slave’s repertoire either. You seek to impress, and you continue to anticipate. Now, let’s try again. Take Sam’s cock into your throat. Do nothing else. Just that.” He let her hair go.
Tears pricking her eyelids, Alexis again took Sam’s cock into her mouth, moving slowly forward to take his length. She was tense but too frustrated and upset to relax. When the head of his cock moved past her soft palate and touched the back of her throat, she gagged. Instinctively she started to pull back, but stopped herself in time.
Get it right this time, damn it. Don’t fuck up. Relax. Relax
Closing her eyes, she willed her throat muscles to open and soften. She felt Master John’s hand on the back of her head and stilled, afraid he was again going to pull her hair for some infraction. But he only gently pushed her forward, which caused Sam’s cock to go even deeper. She gagged again, but Master John didn’t let go. Somehow she worked past the reflex, trying to breathe through her nose as Sam’s cock blocked her windpipe. When Master John removed his hand she almost reared back, but caught herself in time. He hadn't given her any command, other than the one to take Sam’s cock into her throat.
Do nothing else. Just that.
Her legs were hurting again, and she clasped her hands together to keep from fidgeting. Sam’s cock was heavy and thick in her mouth and throat, and saliva was pooling around it, which she was unable to swallow. Her eyes began to water and she thought she was going to gag again, but she somehow managed to will away the need. She imagined wide, deep blue skies, a single bird soaring high in the heavens. She thought of a thick, soft quilt she would lie down on, and then visualized a tub of steaming, sweetly scented water.
After hours, or at least what felt like hours, Master John finally said, “Good. Pull back and let him go. Remain in position three.”
Alexis did so, sucking in a huge breath of air, relieved and thrilled she’d finally done something right. His single word of praise warmed her to her bones.
“Thank you, Sam,” Master John said. “As a token of my appreciation for your services, you may ejaculate on Alexis’s face and breasts. Then you may dress and go.”
Wait. What?
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” Sam replied, his face splitting into a smile. Grabbing his cock, he stroked himself furiously, and within seconds he began spurting ribbons of white jism. Gobbets of the gooey stuff landed in warm splatters over her face and breasts, and Alexis squeezed her eyes and mouth shut, any lingering warmth from the trainer’s praise lost in a new wave of humiliation and confusion.
Stepping back, Sam pulled on his thong, bowed respectfully in Master John’s direction, and padded out of Alexis’s line of vision. She brought a hand to her face, trying to wipe a blob of the sticky ejaculate from her eyelid.
“What are you doing?” Master John snapped. “Did I tell you to move out of position?”
Was he kidding? Did he really expect her to leave Sam’s come dripping from her face and breasts? Apparently he did. Biting back a sigh, Alexis stopped what she was doing and put her hands again behind her back, clasping her wrists. She could feel the flame of a blush moving up her throat to her cheeks.
Master John stood, pulling her leash
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