...lie down on the table

"Lie down on the table with your head towards me," you tell her.

At first Jemma is confused. Perhaps all the throatfucking and oxygen deprivation is making it hard for her to think. You tap your foot impatiently and she shakes her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs from it and gets up on the table.

Lying down on the table, she has to spread her legs open for stability, which is perfect for you. You can imagine her as a slut, lying down there and spreading her legs as if there were some audience where the wall is. You instruct her to shift forward so that her head just barely hangs off the edge, and as you stand up and walk around to the side her head is on, you can see the gears in her head turning and the lightbulb moment when she puts everything together and realises what you mean to do.

You smile down at her as you shove your cock over her face, smearing sticky trails across her eyes and cheeks, smearing her makeup even more.

"Open wide," you tell her, tapping her cheek, and she reluctantly opens up her mouth for you as you pull your hips back and thrust into her throat for the second time.

This time, you can really feel the difference in the angle of her throat. Earlier, you were slamming your cockhead occasionally on the back of her throat before it would bump and slide down her throat pleasurably, grinding the the mushroom head as it went in. Now, you could feel the ribbing on the roof of Jemma's mouth rubbing against the underside of your cock whenever you entered her mouth. Your cock also slid in deeper without meeting interruptions to a much tighter passageway due to how Jemma was halfway hanging off the table.

Reaching over to her chest while you were throat deep inside Jemma, you grabbed the lesbian's breasts and groped them again, appreciating how the fatty tissue bobbed and sank under your hand. Your fingertips swirled around her teat and grasped her nipple, pinching the pink hued flesh and making Jemma moan out under you, the humming from her throat going up your erection and making you tremble too. You repeated the action again, pinching harder and twisting the nipple this time, eliciting stronger responses from Jemma as you kept doing it over and over again.

Your hips never stopped moving while you explored her chest. You were like a child with a new toy, as you touched and played with her chest while your cock hammered down her throat. You weren't putting your full effort into the throatfucking really, not yet. You had just cum earlier, and you wanted to really enjoy this moment while it lasted.

You looked down to see how Jemma was taking this new treatment. Jemma had her eyes open and was staring back up at you as you used her throat. Occasionally she would close her eyes when you were a little heavier-handed with her chest. You decided to try something.

Raising your hand a little, you gave one of her breasts a smack on the side, sending the lump of flesh wobbling from the impact. You looked down at Jemma to check her reaction and noticed she had closed eyes in pain with fresh tears threatening to fall from the sides. You raised your hand again and spanked her other breast. Then you repeated it again, cycling and alternating your strikes on both her breasts until she was flushed and panting, and her breasts were red and hot to the touch.

Pulling out your cock from her throat, you gave Jemma a short break to catch her breath, and also to ask her a couple of questions. "Do you understand why I'm doing this to you?"

Jemma gasped for breath but didn't attempt to fight or get up from her awkward position. She nodded, difficult as it was with how she was lying down. "Yes, because I must apologise to you for being gay."

You nod, it was the expected response at this point. While you talked to her, your right hand never left her chest and it continued to grope her sore breasts, almost rhythmically squeezing them several times each before swapping to the other breast. "And you're okay with me treating you like this? Fucking your head over the table in your own workplace like some filthy slut?"

This time, Jemma closed her eyes and let her head sag back as she responded. "It's only what I deserve for being a lesbian," she whispered. That settled things for you in your mind.

With no further remorse, you grabbed her by the back of her neck with both hands and pulled back your hips before thrusting into her throat full ****.

Jemma gagged around you immediately, and her fingers scrabbled on the table for a grip on anything, finding the edges of her blouse thrown over the wood surface earlier. You don't let her struggle too much though. Now you're going at full ****, pistoning in and out of her throat with no thought for her comfort or her inexperience. To you now, Jemma wasn't someone to be shy around or to treat like a glass princess, she was just a lesbian fuckhole for you to use.

Your thrusts were rough and relentless. All the years of pent up frustration, the humiliation of multiple rejections from stupid lesbian girls, failed attempts at romance just because they had to be into tits instead of a dick. Jemma was just the unfortunate receptacle for all these years of emotion, and you basically held her head like a fleshlight as you fucked her throat hard enough to press against the outside, where there was a visible bulge. You kept on fucking her throat this way and stretching her throat out until, finally, Jemma's choker couldn't take the strain of your cock bulge and tore in two with the sound of a riiiiip as you came down her throat again for the second time that day.

You held Jemma's head between your hands and your thighs as you came, groaning out into the empty café. Jemma couldn't breathe with your cock down her throat and your balls smothering her nose and slowly her grip on the edges of the table began to weaken and she slowly turned pale even as you flooded her throat and mouth with your second load of cum that morning.