Deepthroat training

You sidle around and sit yourself down on the table in front of the rape-baiting little teenage e-whore, your dangerously long, girthy cock now pulsing and dripping at full salute. “Shut up, Kristi. It’s time for your li’l sis’s interview. She’s gunning for the big bucks, aren’t you, sexy?”

Hazel is wide eyed and sporting a cocky grin. You can practically see the dollar signs lighting up in her eyes. Oh maybe it’s just the shadow cast by a penis the length of her forearm looming over her head. Kristi, on the other hand, gets up to leave. “Just… be gentle with her. Please.”

Dejected and broken, she walks out the room. You can hear her start to sob gently.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s just jealous, like your mom,” you say to Hazel, stroking your shaft and pressing the fat bulbous head of your cock against her lips. “Now come on and open up that pretty little mouth, show me just how much you want that first paycheck. There’s a big fat bonus in it for you if you can prove you can cut it.”

Hazel runs her tongue around her pouty lips, moistening them and flicking at your pisshole before opening her mouth. She sticks out her tongue, wiggling it side to side and saying “aaaaah” like some cheap whore begging to be used. Her braces glint in the light as she pulls a retarded face and lets a glob of spittle dangle from her tongue. You make a mental note to check out her Onlyfans later, that face is pure fap material.

For now though, you waste no time and immediately shove two of your fingers into her mouth, sliding them across her tongue and curving them down the back of her throat, feeling the soft wetness of her flesh clamping down on your digits rhythmically as her gag reflex kicks in. She does an impressive job at holding back the retching and puts on a show, licking the palm of your hand and turns it into a slutty show, running her tongue in circles around your invading fingers, coating them in the thick gag-spit.

You push deeper, adding a third then a fourth finger and stretching her lips wide as you try to clumsily ram your whole hand into her mouth. She grabs your wrist to halt your advance before you can add your thumb, so you wiggle your fingertips and curve them down the entrance of her throat instead to elicit another guttural wretching. A wet cough expels a wad of fluid that hangs in a long strand from her chin. Her eyes tear up. It’s a good look for her.

Just imagine how good your cock will feel punching that same tight path down her gullet, but even deeper.

You withdraw your hand, scooping up and wiping the mess across her face, smearing her lipstick across her cheek. Her nose has started to run, thin and watery, and you smear her face with that, too.

The small girl hiccups and spits, exhaling through her nose to clear her sinuses. Fresh tears spill from her pretty blue eyes and streak tracks through the increasing sheen of body fluids now coating her face. She takes a few deep breaths and looks up at you fearfully - not because she’s afraid of what you’ll do to her, but because she doesn’t want to disappoint.

“Good girl,” you reassure her, stroking her hair (and wiping your hand clean). “Ready to try taking it a little deeper, Princess?”

She wipes her chin on the back of her hand and nods.

You use the same hand you were wiping on her hair to take a firm hold of the base of her side tail near her scalp, twist it into your fist and pull her head back, craning it over the back of her chair. Her mouth is forced open, and you lean over her, hork and spit into her open mouth.

You ram your fingers back into her mouth, punching the back of her throat with your digits, but this time you hammer them in and out of her mouth, smacking her arms away as she tries to grab you instictively.

“No, no, no. Hands free, now. Put them down, you little cock tease.”

She thrashes and gags reflexively, but dutifully lowers her arms, gripping the side of the table until her knuckles turn white. With her head held back, your fingers continue proding and jabbing away at her tonsils, twisting and turning your wrist to grind them against her opening of her throat until the small teen retches extra violently, finally twisting out of your grip.

Her whole body lurches forward and she covers her mouth with both hands. Her cheeks bulge and her eyes go wide, and a second later she covers the last of her dinner with most of the first half, the contents of her stomach spewing out between her fingers.

You manage to step clear of the outpour in time, laughing. “Well, don't you just have a hair trigger? Glad we got that out of the way.”

“I’M SOWWWWYYY!” She wails, mortified, shaking her sodden hands.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Relax. We’ll just let Kristi clean this up. You think you have any more we need to purge before we get started?”

“I… I didn’t mess up?” She asks timidly, looking for a cloth.

“I said it’s fine. You copping out before we even get started?”

She shakes her head, not so sure anymore what to make of the situation. Suddenly, you hear keys jangling in the front door.

“SHIT! That’s my mom. She can’t see you here, get dressed, go upstairs. My room. Last door. Hurry!”

You race out the room, hopping along with your pants around you ankles and hard cock swinging in front of you. You meet Kristi heading in the opposite direction. She looks like she’s been crying.

“Clean up in isle 7, bitch,” you laugh at her. “Send the little fucktoy up after you. I’ll be in her room.”

Kristi just nods without saying a word.