Practice

“Again.”

I spoke softly, the frustration in my voice just starting to show. In her defence, it probably wasn’t easy. She knelt in front of me, naked but for the black silk suspender belt and sheer stockings, which shone in the candlelight over her milky white skin.

The room was warm, but I could see her shivering; possibly with trepidation, definitely with excitement. Her dark brown hair fell in soft curves over her shoulders, flowing over her back and swaying across her decolletage as she leant forward again. I imaged how the tips of the dark curls must be tickling her hard pink nipples, distracting her as they brushed her swollen areolas.

“Slowly”, I coaxed her.

She leant forwards, stretching her mouth wide, her full pink lips pouting slightly as she tried to sense the right direction this time. As her head moved down I could see her hands crossed at the base of her spine. The silk binding looked to be staying tight and firm, even though her fingers curled up and tugged idly at the satin corners of her restraint.

I could feel her breath on my thighs as she leant toward me, and my cock danced, pulsing with each heartbeat. My swollen red glans glistened in the soft yellow light, the remnants of saliva from her previous attempts still soft and wet on my taut skin.

“All the way?” she asked innocently, getting impatient. I couldn’t see her eyes behind the velvet blindfold, but I could sense the mischief in her voice and knew her eyes would be sparkling.

“Yes”, I reminded her, growling the word. “All of it. And don’t gag this time.”

Her lips were inches from my tip now, mouth wide open, tongue pulled back inside her mouth and curled in that way only certain genetics allow. As her arse lifted off her heels, revealing the stub of the glass butt-plug, I contemplated how far we’d come since we met. She’d been shy at first, unsure of even touching me in public, and always dressing smartly, professionally and in a slightly prim style. It was that virginal appearance which had turned me on so much, and I still savoured the first time she’d crossed the line, pulling aside her panties under the table in the bar and fingering herself for me as I whispered filth into her ear, blushing scarlet at her own shame but unable to fight the urge to come as my words coaxed out the brazen slut deep inside her.

We’d progressed quickly, breaking each boundary one-by-one. She’d come to work without a bra many times now, and no longer wore knickers unless I specifically requested it. Most days she would take pictures of her pussy and email them to me, optionally with various toys or office equipment inserted into her. But the biggest change was her desire.

What started as a shy giggle, when I touched her back inappropriately in the office canteen, had moved through intentional brushes across my trousers when we passed in the corridor, to hand-jobs in the stair-well. We’d moved on from those quickly – watching her mop my seed from the floor with her g-string was fun but risky, so before long I’d told her to get on her knees and suck my cock. She’d been unsure at first, but was soon swallowing my mess eagerly. The first day I told her not to swallow I think she was actually disappointed, but when I explained that we’d walk right through the open plan office and into the street, her mouth full of semen, she thought I was pushing it too far.

“Fine”, I’d said. “There are other girls…” and started up the stairs. She’d grabbed my hand and, opening her mouth to show me my sticky mess still coating her tongue, shook her head – and then nodded in submission. We walked across the open-plan area, weaving between the desks, and even pausing while I talked to colleagues; she’d nodded quietly and respectfully, saying nothing, her cheeks reddening at the prospect of being caught. When we finally walked out through the bustling throng in reception she turned to me as we stood on the street, dropping her jaw to show me her sticky mouthful was still intact and I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue between her lips and tasting myself in her mouth before finally breaking away and quietly breathing in her ear “swallow my spunk now, you obedient little slut”. She gulped it down, smacking her lips and smiling at me wide-eyed, looking for my approval, and at that point I knew she was broken, like a colt who finally accepts a saddle. I could ask anything of her.

Things moved quickly after that. I fucked her in different places; offices, taxis, and on street corners or alleyways. Just one text message was all it took for her to masturbate until she was dripping wet and desperate for me, and then I’d meet her, lift her skirt and fuck her against a wall or bent over railings. She spent a lot of time on her knees, pussy full of toys (she told me she liked the eggs the most, saying they filled her up full like I did) mouth full of my thick hard shaft, begging to swallow my thick silky streams of come, never once refusing to do my bidding or shying away from the lewd acts I asked her to perform.

So here we were, going over her cock-sucking technique, perfecting it so she could instinctively take my whole length in her mouth before her lips gouged my shaft, working the gag reflex out of her technique. She was a good little student, and made up for her lack of skills with an enthusiasm to go over things again and again until she got them right and I showed my pleasure. This time, kneeling and bound, she eagerly leant forwards and dropped her mouth around my length, saliva dripping from her bottom lip onto my balls, closing her lips around the base of my shaft and then drawing her teeth along my hard flesh until they lightly brushed my tip. She was very good – and I struggled not to unload straight into her throat. But I had other things on my mind, and as if to remind me, my phone buzzed.

“Sure”, I confirmed, speaking into the receiver as she continued to fellate me – she knew not to stop when I took a call, and that if it mattered to her I would speak once I’d hung up.

“Come straight up, she’s ready”.

I felt her pause, briefly forgetting herself before vigorously bobbing her head back up and down to make up for her short pause.

“I have a couple of friends dropping in. Hope you don’t mind”, I nonchalantly mentioned. I think one of them is bringing his girl. You’ll like her.”

She strained to look up at me from behind the blindfold, her mouth still full of my cock.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing”, I reminded her, dropping my hand to her head and pushing her face back down onto my lap. She sucked me in deeper, licking my balls.

“Today you are going to get fucked in the ass while you suck my cock. You need to practice your concentration.”

She moaned with a mixture of fear, trepidation and excitement as my cockhead hit the back of her throat, arching her back and raising her bottom, until I could see the glass butt-plug between her cheeks. It shimmered with her juices.

The latch clicked and the door swung open and my friends walked in.

“Don’t worry”, I reassured her. “There are only four of them.”

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This post is part of Ruby’s WankWednesday literary festival. If it turned you on, go and read more stories titled “practice”.