Training Her Throat

Abruptly the vibrations kicked in, her eyes snapped open and reflexively she clamped her teeth down on silicone. The test was about to begin.

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Their first two dates were pretty boring, to be honest. A decent restaurant, an acceptable bottle of red wine, a lot of meaningless small-talk, very little real conversation, and an uninspired kiss goodnight. She wasn't even sure why she agreed to a third. He wasn't overly attractive, average height, more than few extra pounds on an early 40's dad-bod frame, but there was a familiarity and comfort in his face, like someone you've just met that you've known for years. Their dialogue, albeit mostly superficial, was effortless and warm but there was a light behind his eyes that sparked at times. Suzie could tell he was holding something back, something not-quite-dangerous that would sometimes peek through mid-sentence when he dropped his guard. "Either way," she thought as she curved a touch of mascara on her thick, black eyelashes, "it'll be a nice meal."

Suzie stepped back from the mirror, took down her ponytail, and checked her minimal makeup, her shoulder-length slightly curly brown hair framing her face well. White lace panties hugged her ample hips, a triangular island of pubes puffing out the middle like a pillow, and the matching bra covered the bottom two-thirds of her natural C-cup breasts as faint and bumpy arcs of light brown areolas peeked out over the edges. Dark tattoos, all black, peppered her pale skin in a pattern that seemed only halfway by design. They all meant something to her, of course, but even as she scanned each in the reflection she could only take them in all-together, a constantly evolving tableau on a five-foot-three canvas. Turning as she swiveled her hips she admired her fit curves, the product of healthy living, sure, but also of acceptance in herself and her desires. She hadn't just embraced her mid-thirties, she relished them.

Clothed that night in just a pencil skirt, a cropped knit jumper and a few accessories, she gave herself another once-over before heading out the door and smirked. "No one can tell it's me," she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Walking down the busy street in Montreal, she blended in with the crowd, all bundling up their jackets tight, fall turning quickly to winter. Even with the septum piercing or the little bits of uncovered ink, she could be your kid's elementary teacher, the barista at the coffee shop on the corner, or the quiet one at the end of your row of cubicles at work. In truth she did hold a normal job, a nine-to-fiver through and through, but it was thoughts of how she spent her personal time that made her shiver with excitement as she made her way to the restaurant.

When Suzie arrived, her date greeted her warmly and they sat at a two-top near the bar area of the upscale establishment. Immediately they fell into a conversation about something irrelevant and although it was genial and natural, this time it began to wear on her, the mask of his pleasant demeanour now frustrating her. She tried changing the topics, veering into controversial subjects or politics, but nothing was fazing him, the fire behind his eyes rarely coming to the forefront. A few glasses of wine had gone down smoothly by the time the delicious entrées were finished and dessert was ordered. Suzie had lost patience.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?" he asked as the black forest cake and two spoons arrived at the table.

"Honestly?" she replied, looking down at the table, pausing as if to decide whether to speak the words. 'Fuck it,' she thought, this would be their last date anyway. After a moment, she looked him in the eyes and answered flatly, "I'm probably going to film myself rubbing my clit until I orgasm, then post it online." She stared defiantly at him and smiled, her cheeks hot and flush. Surprisingly, he didn't react at all, he just stared back with a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Is that all?" he questioned further without missing a beat, tiny flames starting to dance behind his pupils as he took a bite of cake nonchalantly.

"No," she replied, picking up the other spoon and doubling down, "I'll likely stretch out my ass with a big toy for a bit too." Suzie took a spoonful of chocolate and pretended to savour it, never breaking eye contact. The nervous heat from her cheeks was moving through her chest and down into her belly.

"Hmmm yes. You're going to use the big black one. The purple dildo is far too easy for your ass now." The fire now raged behind his still eyes, locked in to watch her expression.

Suzie stammered and looked away first. The waitress came around with the cheque and card reader. He continued.

"Start with the orange butt plug. It must be heavy because I can tell it really makes you work to hold it in." Another bite of cake. Suzie was dumfounded. "It's cute that it makes you piss when it comes out, the pressure must be tremendous." The server was trying to look away, but the women met eyes briefly and mortification washed over them both. He continued his gaze, breaking momentarily to insert his card and type his PIN, unfazed by the added participant to the conversation. "You struggle with the black one because it gets so wide at the base." Passing the machine back to the waitress he added, smiling, "You'll get there, though, you've done a great job stretching your hole so far."

Involuntarily Suzie's pelvic muscles clenched tight and she shrunk down in her seat shuddering. The white-hot embarrassment that flooded her was settling between her legs as she tried to think of something, anything, else than the scenes he was replaying in her mind. Her asshole puckered and twitched as she attempted to forget about the nervous, aching pressure of it expanding around her silicone toy. The server mumbled some unintelligible thank you and scurried away, beet red.

"How?" she wondered quietly into her lap; she had been so careful. It had been just over 4 years since she had sloughed off her demure love life and embraced her sexual reawakening. Creating the persona of Suzie online, she perused porn sites, joined sex-positive chat groups, started visiting erotic clubs in the city, and even started her own spicy content page. She explored her own sexuality and pushed the boundaries of what turned her on, but she was careful: she never used her real name, never disclosed her location, and she never showed her face on camera without her signature lace balaclava. Fear and shame and lust now swirled around inside her. She had been meticulous about it, so... how?

"I thought I recognized a couple tattoos that peeked out, though mostly it was a guess," he answered, the wicked light behind his eyes softening a bit, "right up until the end." He ate another bite of cake and grabbed the overcoat off the back of his chair. "There's an Uber pulling up outside ready to take us to your place, or we can part ways and forget this ever happened." Standing up and circling around to her chair he crouched over beside her huddled frame. "Thank you for finally letting me see what was under your mask," he whispered, then standing and extending his hand out, "now let me show you what's under mine."

In the days to come Suzie would wonder why she accepted his invitation so quickly, alarm bells going off in her head about the situation, but nevertheless she grabbed her jacket, and his hand, and they made their way out into the cold city night. As the car pulled up he brought her in close, leaned over and kissed her deeply, his thick fingers cradling the wispy black hairs around the nape of her neck as their tongues weaved around each other. This kiss was as effortless as their conversation, each of them pivoting and switching sides in sympatico, savouring their first true connection in three dates. This was a different man altogether.

They could have kissed for hours there on the sidewalk, their hands beginning to wander all over each other, but before they lost themselves to it the driver called out through the passenger window. They slid into the backseat, Suzie in the middle as she quickly typed her address into the app on his phone, and off they went. Her idle hands settled back on him as she turned to kiss again. This time, however, he stopped her with one wide finger on the chin, redirecting it so she looked dead ahead, only the windshield and the driver's eyes in the mirror in front of her. He leaned into the right side of her face and flicked an earlobe wickedly with his tongue.

"I want to taste you," he growled, low and gravelly. Confused, she turned to kiss him and again he gently pushed her head back to center. The driver caught her gaze for a moment in the rearview. "Don't look away," he commanded softly, his demand strumming deep chords inside her as she maintained her forward outlook, "and let me taste you." Immediately she knew what he wanted.

Suzie placed her manicured left hand flat against her stomach and slid it silently across her jumper, hooking each finger down and under the hem of her skirt, freezing momentarily as her eyes met the drivers again.

"Don't stop for him." He bit her earlobe sharply, her body tightened from the reprimand, followed by a light kiss.

Relaxing, her fingers slipped under thin white lace, through thick black pubes, and curved onto puffy pink lips causing a tiny squeak to escape out of her mouth. The driver looked at her again, bewildered as her widened eyes locked with his; a car horn and traffic moving ahead forced his attention back to the road. She sunk a finger, then two, between her outer labia and into the wetness within. Feeding her wrist further under the skirt, she hooked her digits up and inside, two slick fingers massaging internally as her hips rose to meet them, her palm brushing up and down the hood of her clit. Dredging warmth from inside and rubbing her sopping fingers up and down her vulva she rotated her waist in small circles as her heart began to race, climax approaching quickly. She bit her lip to stop from moaning.

Another reprimand, this time a hard tug of the earring with his teeth.

"This isn't for you," he reminded her, inches from her ear canal at normal speaking volume through gritted teeth. Again, the muscles instantly contracted and she froze, her pussy clenching fingers two knuckles deep. "I want my taste," he ordered her, releasing the silver loop from his grasp. He placed a kiss on her sore earring hole as it shrunk back down alongside her softening core muscles, settling her back down into the car seat.

"Now."

Pain and fear mixed with a lingering ecstasy that washed over Suzie in waves as she withdrew her shaking hand, dragging a wet trail back up over her lips, through her pubes and out from under her panties. She kept her focus purely ahead, as instructed, and presented her fingers to him, spreading her digits apart to show him the web of fluid in between. Immediately he hooked his tongue in the middle and captured the strings of warm liquid, sucking in each finger to the base to lick them clean. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and thrummed in the engorged and pulsing pearl down below as she waited for his approval, air trapped in her lungs. After seconds that seemed like an eternity, came praise.

"Good girl," he purred into her ear, and she came.

Her breath came out in ragged heaves, diaphragm spasming in time with her pelvic muscles, shaking her hips as she tried to press her knees together. The tendons in her neck went taut and her teeth grit together, riding out the orgasm while keeping her head always facing forward. Silently she absorbed the aftershocks of spasms as they fired off throughout her, quaking and shaking.

Once her trembles gave way to just tiny vibrations, he directed her face towards his and placed tiny kisses on her forehead, her rosy cheeks, and her lips before he again embraced her completely. Lingering notes of sweet chocolate and bold cabernet mixed with the slightly salty taste of her vagina in their mouths, tongues caressing and exploring each other until they at last reached their destination.

Their hands roamed over each others' bodies from the moment they stepped out into the cold and busy night all the way up to her warm and quiet apartment floor. Following her inside the apartment he swung her around and pinned her back against the door, his frame eclipsing hers in the dim light of the single bulb overhead. He peeled off her coat and purse and tossed them to the side. She tried to reciprocate with his overcoat but he slapped her hands aside harshly and continued to disrobe her. The sweater came up and off easily, the lace bra unhooked from the back without much resistance and her skirt unzipped on the side and fell to the floor around her feet. The panties, however, he pulled over her ass and down her legs gently, allowing her to step her heels out gracefully.

The lace undergarment hung heavy, soaked through in the middle with the same viscous liquid that dripped and slathered down between her legs. He turned them inside out and brought them up to her face and Suzie accepted them on her tongue without prompt. She sucked at the crotch of them, enjoying her flavours while looking up at him appreciatively.

Towering over her his eyes feasted on her pale skin and the beautiful tattoos that adorned it. Starting with a tiny patch of ink on the inside of her ear he kissed each piece of art, appreciating the collection from head to toe with his lips. Tiny portraits, like the one on her finger, received light pecks, while larger murals, such as the reclined woman that straddled her midsection, were painted with strong, wet lashes of his tongue.

Suzie leaned back, bit down on her underwear and let him worship her figure, eventually turning and placing her chest against the door to allow him to revere the drawings on the backs of her shoulders, cheeks, thighs. She trembled with each touch, goosebumps rising everywhere his mouth visited, and her nipples ached as they pressed against cold wood. When he'd finally venerated her whole gallery he stood up tall behind her and waited. Fully exposed and humming with electricity she looked back over her shoulder at him, stood as tall as possible in her stilettos, and jutted her ass up and out.

He opened his overcoat where the cotton twill of his pants strained to contain his erection. Unzipping them his uncircumcised cock flopped out, raging lust illustrated by bulging veins that ran around and up to the hooded head. Average in length but girthsome she watched him sidle behind her upturned rump and felt the heat radiating off it before he used it to scrape the slick mess that coated her thighs and crevasse. Gathering it into a little pool that overflowed and dripped down, little rivulets of her milky clear lubrication flowing down his bumps and ridges, he pressed the head against her moist labia.

Suzie swallowed the saliva and secretions that accumulated in her lace-filled mouth, exhaled deep, and closed her eyes, resting the side of her face on her apartment door. The warmth of his flesh rose up through her and all the tension she held melted away. She opened for him.

He fed her hungry pussy the full length of his member and she inhaled sharply, eyes snapping open as he bottomed into her in one purposeful stroke. She twitched and shook as she felt him deep, heating her core from the inside. Just as she began to adjust to his penetration, he wrapped an arm around her stomach, pivoted his hips and pushed even deeper, burying another inch inside her and lifting her heels off the ground.

Like a doll plucked from the packaging, her arms dangled off to either side as his full weight pressed her up and into the door. He wrapped his large hands over hers, placed them palms down on either side of the peephole, leaned down and softly placed a kiss between her shoulder blades.

Then he started fucking her.

Letting her feet touch the floor he thrusted into her again, and again, and again as a rhythm began to form. The soft pat-pat of her ass slapping against trouser fabric. A high-pitched squee as her cheek rubbed up and down the door. His low grunts punctuating each stroke inward. The little chirps and whimpers that fell out of her mouth subliminally. The tock-tock sound of the deadbolt rattling in the doorframe. All of these sounds kept in time by the steady click of her heels as they bounced off the hardwood floor.

The music accelerated and reached a fever pitch within minutes and Suzie felt her body tightening as another orgasm approached. Her eyes began to roll back.

A loud whipcrack rang out through the apartment as he smacked her ass with an outstretched hand. The music stopped and she was yanked from impending bliss and back to reality.

Cortisol and adrenaline engulfed her brain instead. Her rump ached and tingled, the skin raising in a perfect upside-down handprint. His dick remained fully lodged inside.

"Good girls ask if they can come," he snarled towards the side of her face, then waited a beat for her wide-eyed stare to relax, "Do you understand?"

Suzie craned her neck off the door and nodded solemnly, watching his frown soften again to a smile. He kissed her on the temple. "Please may I come?" she eked out through wet panties.

"No, you may not," he replied, and started fucking her again, resuming their frantic symphony. Leaving her palms on the door he moved his arms down to her side, anchoring each with a heaping handful of her hips. Leaning back he pistoned long strokes into her, lifting her ass up and down forcefully onto his lap, his trousers now drenched in her juices.

Suzie had, of course, experimented with dom/sub dynamics and orgasm denial so there was something tremendously arousing about becoming a plaything for his pleasure, but it was the ease with which he knew how to stimulate those feelings that surprised her. Strong thrusts filled her with buzzing, electric warmth as she looked back, trying to figure him out. The fire that he had previously kept at bay now consumed his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat when they caught hers, the climax she had pushed down starting to build again. Her eyes widened but he just shook his head 'no' at her soundless request and she quivered, squeezing them shut as she again refused euphoria.

After a few minutes he stopped the music and set her down on her feet, spun her around to face him, and lifted her back up in his arms. She wrapped her hands around his neck, her legs around his waist, and inhaled deeply as he lowered her gently back onto his cock. The wicked flames smoldered, his face softened, and her questioning look evaporated. He plucked the panties from her mouth and their lips met in unison, Suzie happily sharing the taste with him. His hips began a gentle twirl and they fell back against the entryway wall, their tongues caressing sloppily.

Holding on for her life she rode him, digging her heels into the small of his back, riding the waterfalls edge of her ecstasy, trying with every fibre of her being not to go over. Fear blanketed her face thinking she might lose control and disobey his clear orders. He could see the struggle in her eyes, pleading, begging him for release, but he continued to deny her. In fact he pumped harder, sweat beading off his head, attacking her restraint. Her mouth agape, body vibrating, Suzie held on to the last shreds of resistance, each stroke chiselling away her willpower.

Just when she thought she might either come or pass out or go insane he squeezed her tight and whispered in her ear, through ragged breaths, "Come for me."

Suzie came, harder than she had ever before, and he followed. Slamming her down onto him he pumped his warm seed up inside her while she shook like a woman possessed. Eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp in his arms; the dam inside her burst. All of her muscles constricted and relaxed subconsciously, and she squirted hot streams down his pant legs and splashing on to the floor. His legs gave out and they slid down the wall into a convulsing heap on the floor. There they lay for minutes until finally the neurons in their brains stopped short-circuiting and they caught their breath.