Teaching a lesson

Well it's not like he didn't need to learn a thing or two about how to handle women. You decide against your better judgement to part your lips and let Mike's cock slip inside. As soon as he slides in you begin to regret your decision, already gagging as his big dick reaches the entrance to your throat.

"Lesson one! These are called handlebars." Mike says, grabbing your pigtails firmly and using them to **** himself past your tonsils. He pulls harder and harder as you try to resist, pulling out your hair as he slides further inside. Finally getting to the last inch or so not crammed in your mouth, you stop. Not because of your resistance, but because of the **** required. "They never want to take that last inch."

Your eyes bulge as he begins pounding on the back of your head and thrusting viciously to get the last bit down your throat. Your esophagus finally gives way with a tremendous gag just as Bazzle starts to complain, but Mike grabs his hair and yanks down; pulling him out of you and pressing his face between your ass cheeks in one forceful move.

"Make yourself useful and eat her out, Baz. You'll never please her with that tiny thing." He grinds Bazzle's face into your ass until he begins licking, then turns his attention back to you, still smashing your nose against his pelvis.

"Lesson two: show 'em who's boss. Look at me slut. Now." You try to get accustomed to the cock being held down your throat and look up, since he clearly has no intention of letting you go until you do. You look up at him pleadingly. "You know you're only good as a cum dumpster right?"

He holds you firmly as you struggle weakly. You finally give in and nod. As a reward he quickly removes himself from your throat and tosses you away, leaving you hacking and coughing up saliva on the floor.

"Now what are you good for slut?!" He shouts grabbing your hair again and slapping you across the face with his cock hard enough to really hurt. "Say it!"

"I'm only good as a cum dumpster!" You finally shout back, and he slides back down your throat as if to reward you.

"Good girl." He says with satisfaction. He looks at Bazzle, still trying to figure out where to lick. "Bet she's really wet now."

You hated to admit it, but he was right. You were soaked. And Baz knew it. This can't be the right way to treat women, right?