size. There’s just no—
He thrusts the massive phallus up Miss
Priss’s cunt, and I gasp. I expect her to cry out, maybe even fight
to get away, but instead she grinds her hips into each thrust of
the giant silicone cock. White Coat pounds it into her again and
again and again.
Not even her gag can mute the sheer ecstasy
bubbling up from her throat.
Oh, Sweet Lord.
I can barely hold myself up when he finally
pulls that thing out of her and turns back to me.
“Isa! Alore.”
My breath hitches.
He wants me to come. He wants to shove that
giant abomination up me next, but he can’t. He just…can’t. It’s too
big. All I’ve ever had are fingers inside me, and that thing, that
monster, it’s—
“Alore.”
I crawl forward as slowly as I dare. I’m
shaking hard when I reach his feet, but if he notices, he obviously
doesn’t care. He removes my gag. He dangles the huge phallus in
front of my face, and I stiffen as soon as I see its girth.
Oh, God, it’s just too big.
I keep waiting for him to stick it up me, but
he doesn’t move. His eyes are on me, and when I meet his gaze, he
says the last word I ever expect.
“Pela.”
I stare from the dildo to him and back
again.
Does he really want me to…to…
I almost gag just thinking about it. Sure,
I’ve licked my own juices off these men’s hands, but this is
different. That toy was shoved up Miss Priss’s cunt, not mine. It’s
her mess. White Coat shouldn’t ask me to clean it up. He’s supposed
to be fair. He’s supposed to take care of me. He can’t just—
He lifts up his crop, and I open my mouth
without thinking. White Coat shoves the cock between my lips.
Behind me, Miss Priss giggles into her gag.
God, I hate her. I really, really hate
her.
I want to cry so badly, but I don’t dare. I’m
supposed to be the good girl. I’m supposed to want whatever they
want me to want. My body still shivers, but I force myself to lick
and suck and clean every inch of the dildo’s elastic silicone
flesh.
White Coat strokes my cunt when I’m done.
“Sona.”
Oh, thank God for sona.
I smile, so relieved that I’ve completed at
least one more skill in this pervert’s training manual, but just
when I think I’m done, he grabs my collar and thrusts my face
between Miss Priss’s parted legs.
“Pela.”
Oh, please God, no.
The bitch’s cunt still throbs. A tiny trail
of wetness drips down her inner thigh. I want to pull away, I even
try to, but the smack of White Coat’s crop breaks down any further
thoughts of resistance.
“Pela.”
What do I do?
My parents are devout Baptists. All my life
they’ve preached against the evils of homosexuality, and though I
never really took their teachings to heart, I still can’t bear the
thought of putting my mouth on this woman’s pussy. It’s sick. It’s
disgusting. It’s…
White Coat smacks my ass again.
It’s something I just have to do.
I take a deep breath.
I can’t fight this man. All I can do is be
obedient, and I’m very, very good at being obedient. My tongue laps
up a stray drop of moisture running down the inside of Miss Priss’s
leg, and I trace its course all the way back to her inner
folds.
I can do this.
I have to do this.
I just need to change my perspective, that’s
all.
My mouth touches the warm lips of her cunt,
and I tell myself once more I’m not being bad. No, this is nothing
more than an erotic game of Simon Says, and if I want to win, I
have to do everything White Coat tells me, no matter how
degrading.
I close my eyes.
Miss Priss’s skin is soft and light. Rich
honey perfumes her flesh, and I swear I can almost taste an
underlying sweetness somehow mixed into the saltiness of her
juices.
This isn’t so bad.
Her muscles quiver beneath me. I thrust my
tongue in higher, deeper, farther inside her, and she gasps. Soft
moans build up beneath her gag. Her legs stiffen. My own pussy gets
wet just hearing the sounds of her arousal, and I press my mouth
harder
He thrusts the massive phallus up Miss
Priss’s cunt, and I gasp. I expect her to cry out, maybe even fight
to get away, but instead she grinds her hips into each thrust of
the giant silicone cock. White Coat pounds it into her again and
again and again.
Not even her gag can mute the sheer ecstasy
bubbling up from her throat.
Oh, Sweet Lord.
I can barely hold myself up when he finally
pulls that thing out of her and turns back to me.
“Isa! Alore.”
My breath hitches.
He wants me to come. He wants to shove that
giant abomination up me next, but he can’t. He just…can’t. It’s too
big. All I’ve ever had are fingers inside me, and that thing, that
monster, it’s—
“Alore.”
I crawl forward as slowly as I dare. I’m
shaking hard when I reach his feet, but if he notices, he obviously
doesn’t care. He removes my gag. He dangles the huge phallus in
front of my face, and I stiffen as soon as I see its girth.
Oh, God, it’s just too big.
I keep waiting for him to stick it up me, but
he doesn’t move. His eyes are on me, and when I meet his gaze, he
says the last word I ever expect.
“Pela.”
I stare from the dildo to him and back
again.
Does he really want me to…to…
I almost gag just thinking about it. Sure,
I’ve licked my own juices off these men’s hands, but this is
different. That toy was shoved up Miss Priss’s cunt, not mine. It’s
her mess. White Coat shouldn’t ask me to clean it up. He’s supposed
to be fair. He’s supposed to take care of me. He can’t just—
He lifts up his crop, and I open my mouth
without thinking. White Coat shoves the cock between my lips.
Behind me, Miss Priss giggles into her gag.
God, I hate her. I really, really hate
her.
I want to cry so badly, but I don’t dare. I’m
supposed to be the good girl. I’m supposed to want whatever they
want me to want. My body still shivers, but I force myself to lick
and suck and clean every inch of the dildo’s elastic silicone
flesh.
White Coat strokes my cunt when I’m done.
“Sona.”
Oh, thank God for sona.
I smile, so relieved that I’ve completed at
least one more skill in this pervert’s training manual, but just
when I think I’m done, he grabs my collar and thrusts my face
between Miss Priss’s parted legs.
“Pela.”
Oh, please God, no.
The bitch’s cunt still throbs. A tiny trail
of wetness drips down her inner thigh. I want to pull away, I even
try to, but the smack of White Coat’s crop breaks down any further
thoughts of resistance.
“Pela.”
What do I do?
My parents are devout Baptists. All my life
they’ve preached against the evils of homosexuality, and though I
never really took their teachings to heart, I still can’t bear the
thought of putting my mouth on this woman’s pussy. It’s sick. It’s
disgusting. It’s…
White Coat smacks my ass again.
It’s something I just have to do.
I take a deep breath.
I can’t fight this man. All I can do is be
obedient, and I’m very, very good at being obedient. My tongue laps
up a stray drop of moisture running down the inside of Miss Priss’s
leg, and I trace its course all the way back to her inner
folds.
I can do this.
I have to do this.
I just need to change my perspective, that’s
all.
My mouth touches the warm lips of her cunt,
and I tell myself once more I’m not being bad. No, this is nothing
more than an erotic game of Simon Says, and if I want to win, I
have to do everything White Coat tells me, no matter how
degrading.
I close my eyes.
Miss Priss’s skin is soft and light. Rich
honey perfumes her flesh, and I swear I can almost taste an
underlying sweetness somehow mixed into the saltiness of her
juices.
This isn’t so bad.
Her muscles quiver beneath me. I thrust my
tongue in higher, deeper, farther inside her, and she gasps. Soft
moans build up beneath her gag. Her legs stiffen. My own pussy gets
wet just hearing the sounds of her arousal, and I press my mouth
harder
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