Training Laura

by Dee Voyse

  “Hmmm...yes, maybe later,” said the woman.

  “I think for now, we should have this slut show off her cock sucking skills. What do you say?” Martin asked the small group.

  There were nods and grunts that Laura could not see as her head hung and her hands gripped at her ass, knowing that she had not been told to let go.

  “Step right up and let this whore suck your cock,” said Dianne, as if she were a carnival barker.

  She leaned down and whispered into Laura’s ear, “You may release your grip now. Those hands are going to be put to better use.”

  Laura did as she was told and regained her position on all fours just as a handsome man approached her and grabbed her chin, tilting the girls face upwards to meet his gaze.

  “So, you wanton little slut, your master tells me that you love to suck dick. Is this true?” asked the man.

  Laura feared the repercussions of turning around to confirm with her master. She knew, anyways, that she could trust her owners with her life and well-being and figured that anything that was to happen from that point on, would be in their hands and out of hers.

  “Yes, sir,” she answered the man, proudly.

  “Good girl,” came a voice from behind her.

  It was Martin who was stroking her back with his fingernails.

  “Now show us what you can do,” said Dianne.

  Laura opened her mouth wide and the man unzipped his pants and pulled out his large, throbbing dick. The sight was enough to get Laura’s mouth watering and she eagerly took him in and began sucking him off. As she did so, she noticed another sensation from behind and she struggled to maintain her composure and suck dutifully.

  Chapter 8

  “Don’t mind me, sweetheart,” said the lady who was back to fingering Laura’s asshole.

  Barely able to contain herself at the rush of pleasure, Laura slowed her pace. This did not please the stranger she was pleasuring and he responded by gripping and handful of her hair and shoving his cock down her throat, causing her to choke. Martin walked over and leaned in close.

  “You had better do a good job, girl. Or all of this? It will be over before you know it,” he said.

  The thought of not getting what they had come there for was as frightening as could be and Laura regained her concentration on sucking cock while she let her asshole be fingered in a painfully slow manner.

  The man, close to orgasm, slammed his cock in and out of her mouth with a quickening pace.

  “Is it alright if I decorate this whore’s pretty little face?” he asked Martin and Dianne as he continued to fuck Laura’s mouth.

  “Go ahead!” said Dianne, knowing that her evening’s work on Laura’s makeover would happily be ruined.

  The man pulled out and came all over Laura’s beautiful face. As he did so, the woman behind Laura stopped fingering her and the void left in both of Laura’s holes was palpable. She wanted to be filled. No, she needed it.

  “I think the slut wants more,” came another voice from the crowd.

  “Beg for it!” ordered Martin, “If you want to be fucked like a bitch in front of all of these people, I want to hear you say it like the pathetic cockwhore you are.”

  Dianne stuck two fingers into Laura’s dripping pussy and exclaimed, “Look how wet the little slut is!”

  Dianne walked over and smeared the wetness across Laura’s forehead, rubbing her already cum-covered face into oblivion. It was humiliating and electrifying all at once and Laura gripped the table below her.

  Seeing this, Martin reached into his bag and produced two lengths of rope and set to work cuffing Laura’s hands to the table with the aid of the leather already wrapped around her wrists. Laura was bent over at the waist, ass in the air, and legs spread wide. If there was any indication necessary to prove that she was ready, the sight before Martin and Dianne surely did the trick.

  “Alright, you greedy slut. Let’s see how you take my cock in front of these people. Who wants to see me fuck my slave?” Martin said to the crowd.

  There were cheers and whistles as Martin undid his pants and positioned himself behind the quivering girl. He reached around her breasts and squeezed her nipples, pulling at the clamps, and finally removing them altogether. He tossed them aside on top of his toy bag and put the tip of his rigid cock right at her opening. The rush of blood back to Laura’s nipples made her head spin and the fact that her fantasy was now actually coming true gave her a rush of exhilaration that she could barely control. The fact that her wrists were bound to the table, however, certainly helped.

  Martin slid into her at an unreasonably slow pace until he was deep inside her soft, wet pussy. Laura moaned and wiggled her hips as she felt herself being entered. Martin dug his nails into the young woman’s backside and pumped in and out of her, slapping her already welted behind.

  “Stay still, slave,” he said, “I will take you as I please.”

  “Yes, sir,” she moaned.

  “I don’t think our girl has suffered enough,” said Dianne, watching the scene unfold before her.

  Laura was not sure what that meant, but was too caught up in the sensation of being fucked to care. That is, until Dianne decided to take matters into her own hands.

  Chapter 9

  Martin was happily fucking his slave and watching his wife pull off her dress and strap on a thick, black cock over her panties. He slowed his pace and Laura thought she might scream. Dianne approached the table and tapped Martin on the shoulder.

  “Darling, I hate to bother you, but...may I cut in?” she said, batting her eyelashes in mock sweetness.

  Martin pulled out of his slave and nodded his head, walking around to face Laura who already knew what was coming. She opened her mouth and took Martin’s cock as far as she possibly could, tasting her own juices dripping off of his shaft and swirling her tongue around the head of his dick. Her pussy, however was still not spoken for as Dianne waited and watched her pet suck Martin’s dick.

  Devoid of the use of her hands and mouth, Laura was unable to gesture to anyone to convey her desire to continue being fucked. Words were not necessary, though, as Dianne knew exactly what she was doing. She positioned the black phallus at Laura’s hot slit and stayed there until she heard a whine coming from the girl whose mouth was full of cock and Martin’s cum.

  “Ok, girl. Now I think you deserve this,” Dianne said, the end of her sentence punctuated with a resounding thrust into Laura’s dripping wet cunt.

  Laura screamed and growled and bucked her hips until Dianne quelled this with a few choice slaps to either side of Laura’s ass. She fucked the slave quickly, not bothering to tease or torment. Her approach was different than Martin’s. She wanted to make her girl sore and wrecked. She wanted to break her. Dianne reached behind Laura’s head and twisted her hand into the girl’s hair while her other hand grabbed Laura’s hips and she continued fucking away.

  Laura was in such pain and pleasure that she did not know whether she was coming or going. Actually, she was pretty sure that she was indeed very close to cumming and was afraid that she might be denied orgasm.

  “Ma’am?” she squeaked in between thrusts, “Ma’am, may I cum...please???”

  “Ask them,” said Dianne, who did not slow down for a moment.

  Laura looked out at the crowd that was enjoying her suffering. Her nipples were still sore as was her ass too. Her face was covered in the cum of both a stranger and her master as well as herself and she was being fucked so hard that she thought she might split in half. It was everything she had ever wanted and more.

  “PLEASE MAY THIS SLUT CUM. PLEAAAAAASE!” she screamed as Dianne overtook her.

  The crowd cheered and Martin bent down to look her in the eye.

  “Do it, girl. Cum for me right now,” he said to Laura.

  Dian
ne thrust rapidly and Laura’s entire body tensed up as she drew near to orgasm. She shut her eyes tightly and let it wash over her, squirting wildly and screaming until she thought her throat – along with her pussy – might go raw.

  Dianne pulled out of Laura’s pussy and removed the strap on cock from around her waist. She walked around the table to join Martin in front of their slave who was panting and crying in ecstasy.

  “Good girl,” Dianne said to Laura, petting her on the head.

  “Yes, very good,” Martin agreed.

  “Thank you, sir and ma’am, for allowing me this opportunity,” Laura said, in a small, shaky breath.

  Martin and Dianne bent down and kissed the top of her head.

  “I am so glad to be yours,” said Laura. And she truly was.

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