Deepthroat

“Now take me back in your mouth and take me as deep as you can,” John instructed.

Veronica did just that, making it about three quarters of the way down his dick until it hit her throat. She gagged and pulled back, breathing hard.

“You gotta push through that. It’s important to you to be able to deepthroat me properly.”

Veronica looked up at John’s face, then back down at the wet cock in front of her. Her throat already hurt after just the initial impact. It was hard to imagine pushing past that. Still, she wanted so badly to be able to. She really wanted to be John’s perfect cocksucker, and that meant overcoming her own gag reflex.

She dove back down, taking him all the way to the hilt. Her throat screamed, but she didn’t budge. Her eyes looked up at John’s face, catching a grin. She gagged again, but she held herself in place.

“Good girl,” John moaned.

Veronica pulled off, coughing and sputtering. When she caught her breath, she asked “Good girl? What am I your pet?”

“Well in a way-” John started, but he caught himself. He could of course make Veronica into his pet with just a few words. He had almost just done it accidentally. But was that what he wanted to do?