Sex on, Sex off

Carlyle led Wendy down the stairs into the basement of his house... except, it did not look like an ordinary basement at all.

Training dummies, punching bags, and weights of all types were all over the massive basement room. There were all kinds of weapons on the wall, and there was even a door with a sign "Firing Range" over it. This was no ordinary old man's basement.

"How did you get all of this?" Wendy's eyes were wide open, like a kid in a candy store. This was definitely a dream goal of hers to have her own training room like this.

"Perks of being a war hero young lady," Carlyle smirked, "Not for a regular war, you just get fucked over for those even if you serve well."

"Umm.. okay..." Wendy replied, not sure what any of that meant, "So what should I do first... master Carlyle?"

"Hehehe," the old man giggled at the sound of 'master'.

"If you're gonna call me master Carlyle," he started, "Just 'master' will do. "

They walked to the center of the room where he turned to her, "We'll start with me taking measurements of your body," Carlyle licked his lips, "I need to understand what I'm working with here."

"Of course, that makes sense," Wendy nodded.

Carlyle walked up and immediately pulled Wendy's uniform open.

"Hey!" Wendy gasped as her naked boobs bounced out into the open.

"Relax! And remove your clothes, I don't need them getting in my way!" Carlyle barked.

"Oh... okay..." Wendy calmed down. She was confused, but Carlyle's backward logic made some sense to her.

She stood nervously as Carlyle squeezed and fondled them with intense focus. He slid his hands all over her skin, firmly gripping her asscheek from time to time.

He began taking off his own clothes, to which Wendy questioned again, "Master what are you doing!?"

"I felt bad making you strip," he explained, "I'll do the same so you don't feel weirded out."

"I see..." Wendy replied. If her friends saw this, they would think she was being gullible like Sophie, but Carlyle was a master of arts that nobody knew about. She needed to show she was committed to learning, even if that meant subjecting herself to his weird methods. The old man had a surprisingly toned body, and even his penis looked quite impressive, and nothing about his body looked old at all.

He hugged her tight so that her boobs pressed against his bare chest as his arms reached around to grab her ass. When he did this, Wendy could also feel a hot, hard, and throbbing object thrust between her thighs, rubbing against the outside of her pussy. Was that his...?

"Hmmm, good good, you have great potential," Carlyle nodded, giving Wendy's ass a hard slap before pulling back to stand before her. Wendy quivered as his rod slid out from between her legs.

"First thing I need to drill you on is your breathing. Fighting without breath control is like biking without handles, you're gonna fucking crash in the middle of the race," Carlyle explained.

"Okay... how do we train that?" Wendy asked, eyeing Carlyle's hard erection just being there in plain sight.

A devious grin crept across Carlyle's face, "The way we're going to do is, is by having you deepthroat my cock."

"WHAT!?" Wendy exclaimed, maybe this was all a mistake...

"You said you saw my skills out there young lady!" Carlyle barked, "I swear on my life and everything I care and own that I will make you stronger. Now are you going to take this seriously? Or are you just a chicken?"

Wendy narrowed her eyes. He was right, plus he swore on basically everything he could swear on. He might be a perverted old man, but he was a skilled fighter no doubt. If it meant getting stronger, it was a risk she was willing to accept.

"Fine," Wendy replied, "But you're not telling my friends a word."

"I won't, I'll add that to the things I swear by," Carlyle put a hand to his chest, his eyes glancing back and forth from Wendy's eyes and her tits.

She calmly knelt down in front of him, and looked up at him, "So you just want me to suck your dick?"

"Did you hear a word I said lady?" Carlyle growled, "You're practicing breath control! I'll be fucking your face with this thing, and you need to not pass out until I'm spent. Are you up to the challenge?"

The word challenge changed Wendy's entire composure, her expression was focused, her eyes determined. She was going to get stronger, even if it meant having this giant dick in her mouth.

"Understood master, I'll deepthroat your cock," Wendy declared.

"That's the spirit!" Carlyle roared as he plunged his rod in her mouth and hitting all the way to her throat in one go. Wendy fought to stay conscious as the relentless facefucking had begun. Filling the dojo with wet throat glucking sounds of her throat being blocked by a hard shaft over and over...

1 Hour Later...

Wendy's knees were a bit sore from kneeling for so long, but it seemed like Carlyle had finally emptied the last of his cum down her throat. She was gently blowing his cock out of muscle memory at this point, as her master would require her to clean his dick with her mouth between each ejaculation. Her jaw was sore beyond her limits, even worse than the hours long session with the Wendigo, or even Phantom, as those were balanced out by penetration. Carlyle had ruthlessly used her mouth for the entire duration, erupting multiple times not just down her throat, but on her face and tits as well.

"That'll do it for today," Carlyle smiled, "You did good young lady, you'll become stronger than you've ever known."

"Thank you master," Wendy replied, before leaning back in to lick stray bits of cum on the sides of his cock.