Facing the Challenge
That night, Brie practiced with the dildo again. Because of her experience with Ms. Clark, she’d discovered the secret to helping her overcome her gag reflex. This time, she brought the dildo to her mouth and thought of Sir.
Sir wanted to take her orally; he longed to feel her throat caress his shaft. Brie concentrated on her vision of Sir as she pressed the head against the back of her throat. She broke through the resistance and felt it slide down. It was a strange feeling and she immediately pulled it back out. She coughed a little, but nothing like she had the night before.
Brie took it again. This time when it slipped in, she pushed in farther and left it there. She couldn’t breathe, but she’d anticipated that and it did not frighten her.
This time, when she pulled the phallus out, it was covered in thick saliva. Thicker than she’d seen before. She’d read that was normal, but she cleaned it off because it grossed her out. She pushed the phallus down her throat again and this time she gently, with the tiniest of movements, thrust the shaft back and forth deep in her throat. She could just imagine how good it felt to Sir. He was groaning in pleasure. She pulled back out to breathe, but then she went right back and began the gentle thrusting.
Sir played with her hair and growled huskily. “That’s it, Brie. Love my cock with your throat,” he groaned.
She did just that. Brie kept taking it deeply, caressing the head with her tight orifice. She imagined him grabbing her head to stop the motion as he came. When she pulled away, she looked up into his eyes and saw lust mixed with love.
She went to bed satisfied. She’d conquered the six-inch cock faster than the damn shoes. Nothing was going to stand in her way of becoming the best sub the Training Center had ever seen.
The first practicum the next evening was a wonderful treat. Brie was thrilled to see Baron waiting for her. It seemed as if it had been ages since their last encounter. She was pleased to note that he seemed equally excited to see her.
“Kitten, it has been a while,” he stated, tilting her head up and leaning down to kiss her.
She gazed into his hazel eyes and smiled. Brie pressed her mouth against his thick lips, breathing in his spicy musk. It felt like a homecoming. She’d changed a great deal since that first night, when she’d been frightened and he’d been the one to guide her through a difficult scene. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
Sir spoke to the group. “Tonight you will be deep-throating your Doms. Mr. Gallant instructed you to practice relaxing your gag reflexes. We expect you’ve taken the time to accustom your throats to penetration.”
Brie snuck a quick glance up at Baron and grinned. Even though he wasn’t Sir, he was a Dom she would enjoy pleasing.
“For this first practicum, you will be in control of the movement. Take your time; don’t feel you need to rush. We understand this is the first time for each of you.”
When Baron gave the command, Brie knelt down on the floor and unzipped his pants. She pulled down his briefs as well and helped him to step out of them. She didn’t want clothing to be a distraction.
Even though his cock was thicker than the dildo she had practiced with, she was confident she could take it into her throat. She began by stroking his chocolaty cock. She licked and nibbled the head, glancing up at him every now and then to see his reaction. Baron stared down at her lustfully and stroked her long curls.
She began taking more and more of him into her mouth. She teased his manhood, hoping to make him wonder when she would make that final push. She grasped his balls and kneaded them gently as she twisted her mouth around his cock farther, stimulating his sensitive head.
When she felt the time was right, she grabbed onto his hips with both hands and slowly pushed his cock to the back of her throat. She made the motion of yawning and felt the head breach the entrance. For a second she balked, but she resisted the urge to pull away and pushed her lips to the base of his cock. Then she pulled out slowly and took a deep breath.
“Oh, kitten, I like…very much,” Baron growled.
She looked up at him and smiled. She took his cock again, this time determined to press her lips against his groin. When she felt the tickle of his pubic hair, she silently congratulated herself. She started the gentle thrusting deep in her throat and heard him groan loudly.
She pulled away to take another breath. This time, he gathered her hair in his hand so he could watch the action. As she took him again, she kept her eyes on his face. Her lips slid down the entire length of his shaft and pressed against his groin. She felt his whole body shiver as she thrust his cock deep into her throat.
“That looks and feels fucking fantastic,” he growled with a low rumble.
Her loins contracted in pleasure at the knowledge that he was enjoying it so much. She continued the process of taking the fullness of his cock, rocking gently against it and then pulling out.
Finally, he could take no more. “I’m going to come deep in your throat, sex kitten.”
She pulled his cock out, covered in her thick saliva. She said hoarsely, “I want you to, Baron. I’ve never felt that before.”
He grunted lustfully and gathered her hair again before commanding, “Do it.”
She took a couple of deep breaths before opening her lips. Again, she kept her eyes on him as she took his manhood as deep at it would go. This time she rocked his cock a little less gently, causing her throat muscles to tighten around him. He grabbed both sides of her head and cried out as his cock spasmed inside her. His orgasm seemed to last forever. She almost pushed away to get some air, but he released his hold and she was able to breathe again. She was gasping, and she sat on her heels, feeling weak from the endeavor. Instead of pulling her up, Baron knelt down beside her and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “That was artfully done, kitten. You are truly unique.”
She looked at him gratefully, feeling a little embarrassed as she wiped away the copious amounts of saliva from her face. “Thank you, Baron. It was my honor.”
He stood up and dressed himself as she listened to Lea finishing. It sounded like she was still struggling with the gag reflex, although she didn’t let it stop her. Once she had finished and the Doms had exited the room, Sir asked them to face the panel.
“Miss Bennett, once again you surprise us. For a woman who has not taken a shaft down her throat before, you appeared quite comfortable with the act.”
She couldn’t tell him that he was her inspiration, so she kept it simple. “I’ve been practicing every night, Sir. I did not want to fail.”
Marquis Gray spoke up, “The way you did it was unusually sensual. Where did that come from?”
“I tried to make it pleasurable for my Dom.”
His eyes narrowed. “No, there’s something more to it. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.” Brie blushed, hoping he wouldn’t figure out that when she had been deep-throating Baron, she’d also been thinking of Sir.
“Whatever the case, it was impressive, Miss Bennett,” Master Coen stated. “I really have no criticism.”
Naturally, Ms. Clark added her two cents. “I am curious. You did an excellent job with a slow, shallow thrust. I wonder, however, how you will fare when it gets a little rougher.”
Brie nodded her head, unsure how to respond.
The other girls’ critiques were not as kind. Brie would have silently celebrated her success, except for the fact that Ms. Clark’s words resonated in her head. Brie really didn’t know how she would handle it. In all her practice, she’d never tried to take the phallus hard and fast. Just the thought of it made her blood run cold.