1. Tawnya's Training, Chapter 2


    Date: 6/10/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: MasterJonathan, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    enough I could straddle it. And it was smooth enough for the suction cup to stick to! I licked the suction cup and stuck it in place, then hiked up my skirt and shed my panties. I got onto my knees and backed up against the dildo. My new toy slid easily into my soaked cunt and before long I was fucking myself with the toy - bouncing back against it as it pressed deep in my hole. God, it felt so wonderful! I closed my eyes and imagined my sweet Master fucking me doggy-style there on my kitchen floor, taking me at his whim and using my cunt for his pleasure. I remembered our first meeting and the amazing way he made me cum over and over. And I remembered all the fascinated and exciting things I had seen at the toy store only a little while ago. It wasn't long before I was ready for an explosive orgasm! I backed up to the dildo, taking it as deep as I could as I came hard, my juices coating the plastic cock and bathing it in my smell and taste. I held it inside me for a few moments after I came just to make sure the plastic would take my taste. Plus, it felt so fucking good to be filled with that cock! I just wished it was my Master's instead of a fake replica. Finally, regretfully, I slipped it slowly from me, feeling empty and cold almost immediately. I pulled the cock off the wall where I had stuck it and stuck it to the tile floor of the kitchen instead. Then I hovered over it, and slid my mouth down around it. It tasted of me and plastic, but my juices made it tolerable. ...
    I went down on the plastic cock further and further, trying to get as much of the huge thing in my throat as I could. I pressed on until I nearly retched and marked that spot with my fingers. Getting a rubber band from the drawer, I wrapped the dildo at the point I stopped. This would be my starting point for future practice. I still had a ways to go! Over the next week, I practiced with my dildo trainer a few times every night. I wanted to show my Master some serious improvement. I read "how-to" articles on the Internet on deepthroating techniques and tried them out. Like anything else in the 'Net, some of them worked, but many of them did not. The week went by agonizingly slowly. I was treated twice more to phone calls from Master, both of which got me totally flustered and giggly as a schoolgirl just like the first one. But as much as I enjoyed the calls, they only made waiting for the weekend worse. I wanted to be with Master so much, I didn't know how I would hold out until Saturday. But at last Friday came and I went to work, glancing up at the clock throughout the whole day as I did my work. It was about 2:30 that Friday afternoon when the phone rang again. "Hello whore," he said. It was my Master! My heart leapt and my pussy dampened. "Hello, Master! Oh thank you for calling me - I was hoping I would hear from you today!" I said. I knew I sounded like a high school girl with a crush, but I didn't care. "How has your week been? Did you get the things done I asked of ...
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