Training

The blonde had difficulty standing after her mind-blowing orgasm. Her knees were weak and her legs shaking. If not for the manacles on her wrists, she would have sunk to the ground.

Together, Scott and Joseph un-bolted the iron bracelets and helped her stumble over to a nearby fan-back metal chair with a black vinyl seat. The type one associates with Italian restaurants or ice cream parlors. While Joseph stood in front of her, briskly rubbing her shoulder-length hair with a towel, Scott was behind the chair, tying ropes around her arms. When she looked up at Joseph and asked why the ropes, he answered, “We plan on using your mouth.”

Glancing back over her shoulder at the older man who was making the knots, she said, “You don’t have to do that. I’ll gladly blow you.”

Lifting her blue eyes to the tall African male once more, she added. “Both of you.”

Despite all that had happened so far today, and her previous encounter on other days in the park, she still blushed at the wanton words she had spoken.

“Your hands would just get in the way,” Joseph replied, and tossed the damp towel onto the ground. He removed his baggy camouflaged pants, the looseness of them allowing him to slip the legs over his boots. Grabbing hold of her head, he brought it towards his erect cock.

As promised, the blonde opened her mouth wide, ready to welcome him into her mouth to suck him off. His dick was larger than average, both in length and width, and she hoped she would not have too much difficulty in accommodating the organ.

She had no idea of just how problematic it would be. For he did not merely want her mouth, but her throat as well.

The first time he yanked her head forward, the swiftness of his movements took her by surprise. He succeeded in forcing the entire length of his slab of meat down her gullet before she even knew what was happening. Despite her struggles to lift her head, he held her firmly in place by clutching a handful of her hair. After a few moments, he relented, allowing her to pull back.

“I… I can’t breathe,” she gasped, drawing in a lungful of air.

“Breathe through your nose,” he answered in a stern voice, while dragging her back in place. As before, he wanted to sheath his shaft inside her throat, and she twisted and strained to escape.

“You’re **** me!” she yelled when he gave her another chance to inhale, unencumbered by his massive member.

“You have to relax,” he said while once more guiding her mouth back to him.

She briefly thought of clamping her lips together tightly, but he would probably just slap her to make her open her mouth again. Her full boobs dangled down from her chest like water balloons as she was held bent way over from the waist. The blonde’s lungs were on fire from lack of oxygen and she prayed for a reprieve, no matter how brief.

Joseph held her face close to his abdomen longer this time, and when he finally did let her come up for air, she was panting frantically. As she was tugged back down, she caught sight of Scott standing off to the side. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was smiling as he stared at the spectacle.

Her Master noticed too, and while holding the blonde’s head down, the African male turned to his partner to ask, “Do you want some of her throat?”