She held it with the lipped end on the table. It stood up on its own but she had two hands supporting the weapon that was standing straight up. She laughed to herself and wondered where did that come from?
Her throat suddenly hurt as she dry swallowed. She rolled the canteen between her hands and the material was almost velvety. It was very smooth, lightly sensing a Teflon yet soft rubber feel, it was different almost like skin she thought.
She rose up from the chair and went to the sink to grab a dab of dish soup and quickly washed down the dildo. 'Fuck him!' was her thought. The way to do this was to rub her hands up and down the toy with soap squishing out between her fingers and then she rinsed it off and returned to her kitchen chair. She wasn't shoving anything in her mouth without washing it first.
Shaking her head a little, 'for Brian', she raised the dildo up in one hand, toasted the sleeping Brian, brought the end up to her lips and touched the tip with her tongue. Tentative at first and then she kissed the tip, again tentatively. She used her tongue to flip across the little hole on the top end. 'Just like a penis', she thought to herself.
She opened her mouth and slowly lowered her head and with two hands she lifted the toy in between her lips. It slid over her tongue as she pulled it out and then in and again out. She stopped with the tip two inches in her mouth with her lips clasping around the shaft and seeking to create a seal. She gave a little suck as she was not sure what to expect, nothing.
She sucked a little harder, nothing. She tried to suck as hard as she could and still nothing so she was confused. How do I drain it if I can't suck anything out. Heat it up! That's right. How? She starts rotating the container around in her hands and rolling the canteen between her two palms as she was looking around her kitchen for some idea of how to heat this thing up.
She ended up somehow holding the lipped end in one hand and gently sliding her fingers up and down the shaft and thinking when friction popped into her mind. "Friction could raise the temperature," so she started to grip the shaft a little tighter with her right hand and shuffled for a stronger grip on the lip to allow her other hand to travel the full distance of the shaft on each stroke. She started sliding her left hand up and down the unit and she had to laugh.
With each stroke she tried to squeeze a little harder while maintaining the ability to continue to slide her fist up and down the fake cock. There was just no kidding herself that the canteen, dildo, or whatever he wanted to call this. The cock head was clearly defined and the frenulum realistically formed allowing the user to attain an excellent suction point once the cock head was properly positioned within the mouth.
Her hand continued pumping up and down but the urethral hole still seamed sealed so maybe that's the problem
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She got up from the chair and found a nut pick in the kitchen drawer that she used to try to poke a hole within the urethral opening. She couldn't as the seal appeared to be a glue substance or something, 'Maybe it's defective', was her thought, 'no, everything has been too well staged for this not to work so I am just going to have to heat this thing up'.
She began stroking up and down once more as fast as she could go now, while generating what heat this provided. She then shoved the head into her mouth and sucked like hell! The seal broke and just like a real cock a shot of fluid exploded into her mouth. She gagged and then abruptly spit the solution out of her mouth and onto her table. She giggled to herself, 'That was a full load', to immediately shaming herself for such sick thinking and blaming him for her thinking this way. Ergg!
The dildo's outer color had begun to change as she pumped up and down. It had started out cream colored and was slowly becoming a brownish hew. She brought it to her mouth and half sucked getting nothing and then she tried a full suck getting just a drop.
She pulled the canteen from her lips and pumped even harder, squeezed a little tighter and did everything a little faster. Then dropped her head and sucked as hard as she could and received another thin little squirt. It didn't taste that bad as it was a little bit of sweetness over a nutty flavor. She kept pumping striving to heat up the shaft.
Not wanting to lose her stroking heat while testing another suckle, she kept pumping while she began to suck in earnest. She kept stroking and sucking and then, Bam! She realized if she sucked hard on the up stroke of her hand then she got her best squirt on down strokes the least. Still, it was necessary to maintain a certain suction at all times in order to get her best reward on her up strokes.
She began to feel pretty good about herself for figuring out how to get the best result for the least amount of effort.
She was a pretty smart chick she thought as she maintained a steady, warmth generating, stroke up and down and paid attention to sucking her hardest on her up strokes only. Breakfast was done by nine and she noticed the canteen was now a nice dull, deep red color and it was empty. Brian cooed on so Jen settled in on the blanket beside him and began to play with his toes.
Lunch was perfect and the movie was educational. While curled up at his knee they watched a well-presented seminar with excellent actresses and actors providing visual representations of the instruction.
The instructor's opening line said it all, "Over the next hour we are going to explore the best practices for enticing, through oral efforts, supported by appropriate manual stimulations, to milk sperm from a penis." She actually wasn't offended by the choice of movie as she learned a lot sitting at his feet while they both observed the events on the screen.
Walking into the gym at two for her now to be weekly, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, two-hour workouts. She had stopped by the gym on several occasions after movie time over the past weeks and she had worked each station in the room at one time or another. She realized he was just making her formalize her work outs. She was looking for and quickly spotted the new station so she had to check it out. His voice surprised her causing her to jump a little and looked to see him coming in from the other end of the workout room.
"Since you came directly here, I can see you are curious so let's feed your curiosity. You may make this station one for the remainder of this week's workouts."
"You will notice the comfortable looking zabuton at your feet so you may kneel down on this now so she knelt. At nose level in front of her was a perfect replication of a beautiful, manly, vein revealing, ten-inch, two-inch oblong round, gorgeous looking piece of art. The art piece was mounted on a protruding half man thickness, from neck down to mid-thighs, attached to the wall on what appeared to be two vertical slides for the art piece to be moved up and down for total height adjustment. From floor to about four feet up the half man manikin could be positioned where required for the assigned exercise.
He showed her how to adjust the height by unlocking two simple cam locks, positioned on each side of the half manikin, which were easily lifted to position the manikin and the clamps reapplied. He set it at a height that would have her kneeling, her back straight and the weapon sitting right in front of her mouth. She had only to lean a little forward and she would be able to swallow what length she could.
She shuddered and this was so bad. The cock was right in front of her. She knew what to do after her morning's experimentation and successful completion. He waited at her side just looking down at her as she looked at the challenge in front of her.
"Your assigned," pointing to a plasticized exercise chart posted on the wall, "and soon to be normal routine will take about two hours once you develop your flow," he shared. "You are to complete station one before moving on with your normal routine, agreed?" he inquired.
She looked up at him with a quick sideways glance that he chose to interrupt as, 'Ok, let me get to work', when what she meant to convey was, 'Are you fucking insane'? He patted her on the shoulder, "Well, I'll let you get to it," he turned and walked out of the room.
