Part 3 - Heather

Just two weeks ago, I would have assumed they were father and daughter, but now that I knew the kind of couples Howard kept in his circle of friends, they were a pretty normal specimen: a man in his fifties, slightly overweight, slightly balding, accompanied by a lush piece of female eye candy on heels two steps behind him.

When she entered the house, the girl took just a single **** glance at him, but he just affirmed with a nod, and she dropped the gown she was wearing without protests, her eyes cast down and a clear blush on her cheeks. They can’t have been married long, it flashed through my head.

Underneath was only a familiar girl’s outfit: collar and cuffs on neck, ankles and wrists, a few accessories to highlight certain features, and naked skin everywhere else. She looked nervous as she exposed her nakedness to her husband, Howard, and me.

Howard shook the man’s hand in welcome, then turned to her for an extended and unashamed inspection of her body, his eyes taking their time to gaze at her curves, down and up from thighs to shoulders, then down again. She didn’t attempt to evade his eyes, but she kept her eyes lowered and blushed more.

Howard said: “Heather is looking good, Dave. I think she lost some weight, didn’t she? Have you been dieting her? “

“As a matter of fact I did. And plenty of exercise as well. “

“Good, good. Well, like I told you, I have a guest. This is my nephew, Jason. “

We shook hands.

Again the woman was ignored as a human being who required courtesy; we all ogled her body but made no attempt to greet or address her otherwise.

The men sat down in the lounge, leaving Heather standing in our midst, and Howard exclaimed: “Marcy! “

She appeared out of nowhere, crawling and naked, served us drinks, then disappeared again.

Dave said to me: “Howard says you haven’t been tutoring any girls yet?”

I shook my head: “No, I haven’t. What does it mean?”

“Well, basically husbands aren’t always qualified to educate their wives in all aspects of their submission. It is often more effective to outsource parts of their training program to the tutelage of their peers. Sometimes that’s because a husband doesn’t have any special inclination to a subject that still needs to be taught. For example, I’m more of a tool guy myself, I prefer to harvest lust from my wife with toys, ropes, dildoes, stuff like that, and I don’t really fuck her a lot. My cock isn’t really so enthusiastic or important anymore, and when he is, he prefers mellower treatment, taking oral sojourn usually. But we still want to turn our wives into versatile sluts, and obviously fuck training is vital for that as well. So we temporarily lodge her with a stud, who will fuck her brains out for a week or so. “

“And these studs are young guys, right? Full of zest and a cock like an express train? ”

“Indeed.”

“And you heard I was here, and thought that it would be a nice opportunity? “

He nodded.

I looked at Heather again. She was a fine piece of ass, nimble and curvy, and I wouldn’t mind taking a significant bite from her prune tree at all.

“Do you just want her to be pussy fucked? Or ass as well?”

“She hasn’t been fully ass groomed yet, so I would request you refrain from it. Still do it when you must. “

I nodded: “Sure, I understand. I’ll be happy to oblige, and do my little contribution in properly training her. “

“But I think you should understand what we mean by fuck training. It doesn’t mean that you do her every few hours and leave her alone in between. During this kind of fuck training, you are expected to fuck her constantly. Well, of course you can have breaks for lunch and dinner, and for a quick cigarette or a change of bondage in between. But otherwise your cock should dwell inside her pussy permanently. She needs to get fucked inside out, hard and soft, fast and slow, deep and shallow. Take her through all the positions, you know, missionary, doggy style, spoons, the lot. When she resists or struggles, just tie her down in the desired position. She needs to experience the full power and intensity of sex, and she should endure it for five days. Can you deliver that? “

“Five full days of fucking? Like… all day? “

“Exactly. Really stud her. “

“Wow, I am not sure if I can do that. When you fuck so much, you are bound to cum a few times, and when you shoot three times before lunch, it may be hard to find the zest for the rest of the day. “

Howard intervened: “That is exactly right, Jason. But there is an easy solution for it; can you think what it might be? “

I pondered for a few seconds, then replied: “You omit the shots? “

“Very good! It is a skill any Dominant must master. Just as we impose orgasm restrictions on our girls, we should impose them on ourselves as well. Don’t just keep blindly banging until the spunk bursts, but stop the thrust a few seconds before that would happen. Switch to a slower rhythm and let the zeal for immediate release subside. When you resume hard fucking a minute later, you will find that the acuteness of the need to shoot has decreased, and you can bounce her for a long time again. And after a while, when the shot becomes imminent again, you just take another break like that. It can keep you going for hours when you know how. It may sound difficult, but it really isn’t. I will show you how to do it this week.“

“Like tutoring me how to be a tutor, something like that? “

He nodded.

“Dominance is a state of mind, but leading a training session is a skill. And like any skill, you must learn it. “

I looked at Heather again. She seemed even more voluptuous and sexy, her eyes quickly jumping everywhere as she listened to the conversation. Anxious, nervous, blushing, fighting hard to keep her tongue as the men discussed her program for the next week. I wouldn’t mind fucking this petite creature a lot, and if Howard was going to teach me how to do that for 14 hours a day, I was eager to learn.