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You look up at John while attempting desperately to pull in air through your nose. This thing getting stuffed up your ass will likely kill you, you think, and your father is dumb enough to let him to it, but if you don't get some oxygen to your lungs soon you'll be dead either way!

You try to relax your pained and filled esophagus as much as possible and manage a ragged breath through your nose. Not much but enough to keep you conscious for now. You take another several tortured breaths then give John's leg a determined single pat. He looks disappointed for a second but his smile quickly returns as he releases enough pressure on your head to begin struggling back again.

"I can't blame her, something like this has gotta be way easier," he says, allowing you to pull out more than halfway before pulling you back down faster and harder than before, "at least this way I don't have to hold back as much."

He allows you to struggle back a couple more times pulling you back faster each time. A thick stream of saliva is pulled out from deep within your body and pours off of your chin to the floor. You neck is getting tired of pulling backwards, but it looks like John is getting tired of fighting you as well.

"I think she's about ready for a throat fuck, whatdaya say kev?" He says as he drives your nose back into his pelvis and holds you once again. "Grab her legs."

Before you can even figure out what that means, your father has grabbed you by the ankles, pulling your legs out from under you and lifting your feet high into the air. John begins standing up while still holding you firmly. You flail desperately to steady your hands on John's moving legs to shift the half of your weight that now rests on the cock in your throat. Your father turns around and holds your legs over his shoulder as he walks the same direction as John.

Practically all eyes in the office are on you as they parade you to a conference table in the middle of the room. A long trail of throat slime falls from your chin along your path. Your father drops you roughly from the several feet on to the harsh felt table putting you at eye level with the pole in your throat.

"Ok, let's flip 'er over." John says, as you try to get on all fours to frantically push away. "You turn her body."

John readjusts his grip to your ponytail and underside of your jaw, your father grabs you by the upper thigh. "Ready? 1... 2... 3!"

They both turn you in the same direction at once, corkscrewing the cock inside your neck. The lump in your throat grows more pronounced as the meat turns in the other direction. John's balls fall into your wide open eyes; bulged out too far to close them. A cheer goes out from the two men and there is sporadic clapping from all around you as the testicles rebound. You flail wildly.

"That's my girl!" Your father beams, taking a bow.

"Shit that felt incredible! Your daughter sure is a pro!" John says, as he pins your arms at your sides on the table.

You flail in only ways left to you, by arching your breasts far into the air and dropping back down while kicking your legs.

Your father frowns. "She does that sometimes, just give her a minute and she'll stop."

A minute? You stop all movement immediately and try to focus on breathing through your nose, around the cock and through the balls.

You finally manage a small amount of breath as John begins to slowly withdrawal. Several ooos and ahhs sound out from the crowd as the massive lump in your throat begins to migrate up your neck. You try to get in many small ragged breaths as it becomes easier, preparing for what you know comes next. The lump in your throat gently comes to a rest under your chin where the head of the cock meets extra resistance pulling out at the other side of the back of your throat.

John takes a deep breath as you try to do the same. A hush falls onto the ever larger crowd. The lump bursts into life as John begins his ****, thrusting between the limit of the back of your throat and your top lip to his pelvis. The crowd begins to cheer you on as your legs kick involuntarily with agony once again. A waterfall of saliva pours down your face, over your nose and eyes. You try to blow it out as much as you can when he thrusts out, but more keeps coming.

You father looks concerned as you struggle with all your might against the relentless pounding of your throat.

"We gotta do something to help her with her legs."