‘We don’t want your mouth, girl.’ My father sounded amused. ‘All we want is a wet hole to cum inside. You’re a masturbation toy, remember?’
I’m a person, I thought, but it wasn’t true anymore. I didn’t want to be a person, not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to be their slave, their toy, even — I sobbed silently at the thought — their hole for fucking.
‘Are you taking the gag?’ Robert asked, still stroking his fingers across my lips, clearly sensing my compliance. ‘Open wide, animal.’
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Ella’s Initiation: Chapter 10
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‘Are you taking the gag?’ Robert asked, still stroking his fingers across my lips, clearly sensing my compliance. ‘Open wide, animal.’
I opened my lips again, tears of defeat sliding down my face. I felt the rubber-coated hooks on the gag catching onto my teeth. Robert angled the claw gag so that it held my jaw wide open, fastening the straps tightly behind my head. I wanted to cry at how vulnerable I suddenly felt. My face felt like it was all open mouth and taut lips and exposed tongue.
Robert stroked my cheek as I looked up at him with a mix of fear and reproach. Oh gods, I felt so vulnerable like this, as if my mouth was a gaping wound on my face.
‘You ready for my cock, girl?’ he asked, sounding amused. I choked, garbling a sound at him, flushing at my inability to answer. ‘That’s what I’m talking about,’ Robert chuckled, stretching his legs wider around me.
He slid a casual finger up my tongue, into my mouth, making me feel more invaded than having my father’s dick inside my mouth had made me feel.
‘This,’ he said, rubbing his finger up and down on my tongue, clearly enjoying the power he had over me like this. ‘This is a happy slide for my dick. If you could talk right now,’ he chuckled, clearly enjoying torturing me, ‘I’d make you repeat, ‘I’m just a hole,’ over and over again, while I fucked you.’
‘We’ll do that later,’ said my father, standing to walk across the room, pouring himself out some more coffee from a carafe.
Robert held my eyes with his while he loosened his belt, shifting his trousers so that his erection slid into my view. He was as big as my father, thick and long, tipped with a pointed circumcised head. He stroked himself, his eyes growing unfocused with his own arousal. I couldn’t believe I was kneeling at the feet of my father’s best friend, a man twice my age, while he stroked his dick, ready to slide it into me.
‘You’ll enjoy the Christmas event,’ Robert said, sniggering. ‘Tell her about it, Sam.’
Robert slid his hand into my hair, guiding me forward until my mouth was perched over his cock. I was drooling a little down on him and it was embarrassing to have so little control over my body, but I guessed he didn’t care. He forced my head down onto his erection, and I gasped as I felt his hard cock sliding across my tongue and pushing into my mouth.
Far above me where I couldn’t see him, Robert gasped with need, his whole body tensing as he slid into my wetness. ‘Fuck,’ he groaned. ‘Get on there, girl.’ He felt like an invader inside my mouth — thick and hard, the gag only intensifying the sensation.
His strong scent swirled around my mouth and I felt the slippery warmth of his precum streaming across the top of my mouth and down my throat. I couldn’t control anything, I just had to concentrate on swallowing and breathing. This is what it feels like, I thought vaguely, to be a hole.
‘So, Christmas,’ said my father’s well-known, beloved voice, somewhere far above me. ‘One of my favourite games, we blindfold all the girls. We gag them too, just like you are now, then we line them up so their faces are the right height for fucking. They’re not allowed to move.’
Robert pushed me carelessly down onto his shaft, groaning in need. He was filling my mouth now, using his hands to fuck me down onto him in a gentle, rolling movement. Above me, my father kept talking.
‘The men stroll around, talking, drinking, and the girls wait. Whenever a bloke wants to, he just pushes himself into a girl’s face, making her suck on him, fucking her face, whatever he wants.’
I choked as Robert pushed hard against the back of my mouth, and I wondered what it would be like to take a cock in my mouth with a blindfold on, not even knowing who it was.
‘Later in the evening,’ my father said, ‘when the men are all fucking the girls faces, a bell rings. That’s how you know who you belong to for the night. Of course,’ he said, and I heard him take a sip of his coffee. ‘Of course, the blindfolds don’t come off the girls until morning.’
What my father was describing sounded equal parts horrific and intensely arousing. I don’t want that, I thought, as Robert used my face as his fucking toy, but I knew I was lying to myself. Robert’s thick shaft filling my mouth was turning me on so badly. I was completely in his control, and I hated it and I loved it at the same time.
I didn’t know if my father kept talking after that, because I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than Robert inside my mouth. He fucked my face for a long time, seeming content to simply enjoy my wetness and warmth enclosing him, enjoying his complete power over how fast and how deep he fucked me. A steady stream of precum ran from him into my mouth, reminding me continuously how wanton and slutty I was being.
Eventually, Robert must have decided that he wanted to cum, so he started fucking me faster, rubbing the tip of his shaft along the roof of my mouth and against the top of my throat again and again. I was gasping and struggling to breathe, I couldn’t keep pace with him because he kept speeding up, chasing his own growing, desperate arousal.
‘Take it, girl,’ Robert growled again and again, echoing my father. ‘This is what you’re for. Get down on there,’ he snapped, using his strength to force me hard down onto him. I choked but he held me down against him, his erection pressing against the back of my mouth, my nose and lips crushed against his groin.
I couldn’t breathe. I knew I was going to choke again. I was drooling, I could feel how gross I was, my whole face filthy with my own saliva. Robert laughed a sharp, sudden laugh, and then I felt him cumming inside my mouth, right against the back of my mouth. I choked, almost gagging, feeling his cum emptying right down my throat.
It seemed to last forever, and all I could think were the words they had spoken to me so many times.
Your comfort doesn’t matter, slut. Please the cock inside you. That’s all that matters.
I am pleasing him, I thought, feeling equal parts overwhelmed and pleased, a rich warmth flooding through me that I could bring him this pleasure.
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