No. She has made up her mind.

"Yes, sir. I know." She was free to leave. She would still have her job, her bed and food every day. Her life would continue as usual. But she would not be welcomed back into his bedroom. She lowered her eyes as she spoke through a raspy voice. "I do not want to leave, master. I want to be your ****."

"Good." His member got thicker in her hand, rising slightly, but still promising more. "Now, show me how talanted you are with your tongue."

Lisa turned her gaze back to the cock. She had never been this close and this intimate with another man's private parts before. And only a couple of days ago, the thought of taking one of these things in her mouth would have made her revolted. But now... with her pussy throbbing and her face wet from Sara's juices, she only wanted to make her master proud. She swallowed, looked up at Mr. Karlsson, and bent down towards the wet glans. She was nervous, insecure, but at the same time impatient to taste it. In her minds eye, she saw the image of Sara as she had this very cock deep in her throat. The saliva strings that hung over her chin as he pulled out. Would it be Lisa's turn in a few seconds? Or would her master be kind to her the first time? How had it been for Sara whe she first took his cock in her mouth?

Her lips embraced the dark glans and she felt the salty taste of his leaking semen. The whole situation was strange and unfamiliar, but certainly not unpleasant. She slid deeper down the shaft, stroking her tongue over the pulsating veins and thin skin. The cock reacted to her tongue, growing steadily between her lips, forcing her jaw to widen. Mrs. Maja was still sitting on her husband's lap and Lisa felt her bare thigh against her chin as she lowered herself even deeper over the cock. She put a hand over Mrs. Maja's warm thigh as support, and sucked hard, glancing upwards towards Mr. Karlsson, looking for approval. His eyes was locked on her face, his face stonelike, unreadable. She sucked harder, using her tongue more aggressively to caress and massage the top of his swollen thing. The cock grew even faster now and Lisa started to wonder whether it would fit in her mouth when it reached its full size. She could already feel some pain from her jaw as it was **** open by the widening member.

"How does it feel, my husband?" asked Mrs. Maja as she stroked Lisa's hair.

"A little clumsy", Mr. Karlsson said with raspy voice. "But not without talent. With experience, she will be a good cock slut."

"She will get plenty of experience." Mrs. Maja took a firm hold of Lisa's hair, **** her head still as the cock continued to grow. The pain from her jaws started to get hard to ignore, but a strange warmth followed. The feeling of being his... thing. His ****, **** to do whatever it took to pleasure him... long drips of warm juices started to run down her thighs. Soon the huge, swollen member seemed to have reached its full size as her mouth was split wide open around the shaft. She breathed steadily through her nose as the taste of her masters cock filled her. "Shall we see how deep she can take it?"

"Yes. We need to start training her throat immediately."

Lisa, who was already struggling to fit the cock in her mouth, felt how the farmer's wife's hand pushed her deeper over the cock. She felt the glans pass the root of the tongue and approach the throat. With some trepidation it hit her that she was not even halfway down the cock, and yet she snorted involuntarily. She gasped for air and coughed through the cock when her head was pushed down another inch. Mrs. Maja held her still with the cock tickling her throat for several long seconds before she eased the grip and released her. Lisa gasped heavily and felt an involuntary tear run down her cheek.

"Good girl," said the Master. "But you can do better. Make me proud."

"Yes, sir." She returned to the cock. She sucked and licked, trying to get a feel what he liked. She massaged his ballsack as she sucked and played with her tongue. After a short while, she drew breath and lowered herself deeper. A hand pressed against her head, forcing her head down against his thighs as the massive cock once again started to tickle her throat. Her eyes watered and she struggled against the reflex to withdraw. She fought against the gags, but felt one slip out. Another one... tears ran down her both her cheeks.

The hand pulled her head away and she coughed. Saliva ran down her chin, but she returned to his cock without relieve. She would be a good. She would make her Master proud. She would get that reward. Maybe he would even let her have an orgasm? The burning sensation between her legs made it hard to sit still. She wanted to touch herself, let out some of the tension that was shooting from her crotch to her head and toes. But her Master hadn't told her to, so she resisted.

She would be a good ****.

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