Elena was twenty-eight, on her knees on the bedroom floor, naked and trembling with anticipation, and she knew exactly what tonight was about. Damion had told her plainly: tonight was about her throat. Her mouth. Swallowing every drop he gave her. Damion was thirty-two, standing over her, his cock already hard and heavy and leaking, and he looked down at her with dark, commanding eyes.

— Tonight, — he said, — this throat belongs to me. You’re going to take me deep until your throat bulges around me, and you’re going to swallow every load I give you. As many as I want. Understood?

— Yes, sir, — she whispered, her pussy already wet and aching at his commanding tone.

— Open.

She opened her mouth wide, her tongue out, her eyes fixed on his, and he pushed the head of his cock past her lips — thick, hot, already leaking. She closed her lips around him and sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the ridge of his glans, tasting the salty precum beading at his slit, moaning softly at the taste of him.

— Deeper, — he ordered, his voice rough with need.

She took more of him, sliding her mouth down his shaft inch by inch, her lips stretched tight around his thick girth, her tongue working underneath. Then she relaxed her throat and took him all the way — his cock sliding deep into her throat until her nose pressed against his belly. Her throat bulged visibly around him, her neck straining, and she swallowed convulsively around his shaft.

— Fuck, — he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. — Look at that throat bulge. You’re taking all of me.

She held him deep, swallowing repeatedly, her throat muscles massaging his cock. She breathed through her nose in quick, desperate huffs, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull back. She stayed there — impaled on his cock, her throat stretched wide around him.

He began to thrust — slow, deep strokes into her throat. Her throat bulged with every stroke, her neck working around his girth, and she gagged softly around him. He held her head steady and fucked her throat, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and she took every inch.

— That’s my girl, — he growled. — Choking on my cock like a good little slut.

He thrust into her throat with long, slow strokes — all the way in, hold, then pull back until only the head remained between her lips. Her throat bulged obscenely with every deep stroke, her neck distending around his girth. She gagged each time he hit the back of her throat, her whole body jerking, but she kept her mouth open and took it.

— Breathe through your nose, — he ordered. — Take it.

She breathed in quick, desperate huffs through her nose, her chest heaving, her throat stretched wide around his cock. He pushed deeper, his balls pressing against her chin, and held her there — impaled, choking, her throat bulging around him. She swallowed convulsively, her throat muscles rippling along his shaft, and he groaned at the sensation.

— Fuck, your throat is squeezing me, — he breathed. — Like a fist.

He pulled back and thrust in again — and again — each stroke deep and deliberate. Her saliva was pouring down his shaft now, dripping off his balls, pooling on the floor beneath her knees. She was drooling uncontrollably, her chin and neck wet, her lips stretched to their limit.

— Look at you, — he murmured, watching his cock disappear into her bulging throat. — Drooling all over my cock. My beautiful little throat-slut.

He sped up, fucking her throat faster, his hips pumping. She gagged and choked around him, her throat bulging and working, but she didn’t pull back — she took every thrust, her throat muscles massaging his shaft with every swallow.

Her pussy was aching — she was so wet from choking on him that she could feel her own juices running down her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for friction, and he laughed.

— Touch yourself, — he ordered. — While you choke on me. Rub that greedy little pussy.

She slid one hand between her thighs and rubbed her swollen clit frantically while his cock pounded her throat. She moaned around him, the vibration traveling up his shaft, and he groaned.

— Fuck, — he growled. — Moan around my cock again.

She moaned — a low, desperate sound that vibrated through his shaft — and came, her fingers working her clit, her throat convulsing around his cock. Her throat squeezed him rhythmically as she swallowed through her orgasm, and he felt every pulse.

— Swallow, — he ordered. — Swallow around me. She drooled around him, her chin wet, her lips stretched impossibly wide. He thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she swallowed around him convulsively.

— Swallow, — he ordered. — Swallow around me.

She swallowed, her throat muscles rippling along his shaft, squeezing and massaging him. He groaned, his grip tightening in her hair, and thrust into her throat harder.

— I’m going to cum down your throat, — he growled. — And you’re going to swallow every drop.

He held her head and pumped his cock into her throat — and exploded. His cock pulsed and throbbed deep in her throat, jet after jet of hot cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed desperately, her throat working, taking every drop — not a single drop escaped her lips.

— Good girl, — he breathed, his cock still twitching in her throat. — You swallowed it all. Not a drop wasted.

He pulled out slowly, his cock sliding from her stretched throat with a wet sound. She gasped, her throat aching and raw, and swallowed again — reflexively, hungrily — making sure she got every last drop. She licked her lips and looked up at him, her eyes shining with pride.

— Did I do good? — she whispered, her voice raspy.

— You did perfect, baby, — he said, stroking her swollen lips with his thumb. — The best throat I’ve ever had.

She pulled back slowly, gasping, her throat aching and stretched. She licked her lips, tasting the last traces of him, and looked up at him with shining eyes.

— More, — she whispered. — Please, give me more.

— Greedy little throat-slut, — he murmured, stroking her cheek. — Get on the bed. On your back, head hanging off the edge.

She scrambled onto the bed and positioned herself as ordered — on her back, her head hanging off the edge, her throat exposed and open. He stood over her and pushed his cock into her waiting mouth, sliding deep into her throat from this angle. Her throat bulged around him immediately, her neck straining.

— Fuck, — he groaned. — Your throat takes me so deep like this.

He fucked her throat from above, his cock driving in and out of her mouth, her head hanging helpless. She gagged and choked softly, her throat bulging with every deep stroke, but she took it all — swallowing around him, her throat muscles working his shaft.

From this angle he went even deeper — she could feel him in her chest, her throat stretched impossibly around his girth. Her neck bulged obscenely with every thrust, and she breathed through her nose in panicked little huffs. He held her head with both hands, controlling the pace, fucking her throat with long, deep strokes.

— Look at that, — he groaned, watching her throat work. — I can see my cock moving in your throat. Bulging with every stroke.

She swallowed around him, her throat rippling, and he felt the muscles massage his shaft from root to tip. Her eyes were streaming, her face flushed, drool running from the corners of her mouth down her cheeks — and she was moaning, muffled and desperate, around his cock.

He thrust deep and held — burying his cock in her throat, his balls on her nose — and she choked, her throat convulsing around him. He held her there, feeling her throat squeeze and pulse, and then pulled back, letting her gasp.

— Again, — he growled, and drove back into her throat.

She took him — gagging, swallowing, her throat bulging — and he fucked her mouth relentlessly, his cock pounding in and out. Her throat was getting sore, stretched, aching — and she loved it. She loved being used like this, loved choking on him.

Her pussy was dripping — she was so wet from choking on his cock that her thighs were slick. He reached down and pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy without warning, and she moaned around his cock, the vibration making him shudder.

— You’re soaked, — he growled, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy while he fucked her throat. — You love choking on my cock, don’t you.

She moaned around him — a desperate, muffled sound — her pussy clenching around his fingers. He curled them against her G-spot and she came, her pussy convulsing around his fingers, her throat squeezing his cock rhythmically as she swallowed around him.

— Fuck, — he groaned, feeling her throat pulse around his shaft. — You’re going to make me cum again.

He thrust into her throat faster, his cock pounding her mouth, and she took it — gagging, drooling, her throat bulging. He exploded down her throat a second time, his cock throbbing, hot cum shooting into her throat. She swallowed and swallowed, her throat working desperately, taking every drop.

— Show me, — he ordered, pulling out.

She opened her mouth wide, showing him — empty, clean, not a drop remaining. She’d swallowed it all. She ran her tongue around her lips, savoring the last taste of him, and smiled up at him.

— Perfect, — he murmured. — My perfect little cum-swallow.

— Can I have more? — she whispered. — Please? I want to swallow again.

— Soon, — he promised, his cock already hardening again at her eagerness. — First I’m going to taste how wet choking on me made you.

He pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs, staring at her soaked, swollen pussy. Her inner lips were glistening, her clit swollen and throbbing, her entrance dripping. He could see how wet she was — her thighs were slick, the sheets beneath her damp.

— Fuck, — he groaned. — You’re drenched. All that throat-fucking did this to you?

— Yes, — she moaned. — Choking on your cock makes me so wet. I love it.

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth, her pussy still throbbing, still dripping. He pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs, staring at her soaked, swollen pussy.

— Now I’m going to fuck this wet little pussy, — he growled. — And then you’re swallowing again.

He drove his cock into her pussy hard, burying himself to the root. She screamed, her walls clenching around his shaft — after all the throat-fucking, having his cock in her pussy felt overwhelming.

— Oh god, — she sobbed. — You’re so deep. So big.

He pounded her, his cock spearing in and out of her dripping pussy with brutal force. Her breasts bounced, her body jolting with every thrust, and she screamed his name. Her pussy walls were rippling around his shaft, fluttering and squeezing.

— Take it, — he grunted. — Take my cock in your greedy pussy.

— Yes, yes, — she moaned. — Fuck me, please.

He pulled out slowly — watching his shaft emerge, slick and shining with her juices — and slammed back in, burying himself to the root. She screamed, her walls rippling around his cock. He did it again — slow withdrawal, brutal thrust — and again, each stroke driving deep into her soaked pussy.

— Your pussy is so wet, — he growled. — Dripping for me. All that throat-fucking got you this wet?

— Yes, — she moaned. — I love choking on you. It makes me so wet.

He grabbed her hips and slammed into her, his hips slapping against her thighs. She came — screaming, her pussy convulsing around his cock — and he kept thrusting through her orgasm, his cock driving into her spasming pussy, drawing it out.

— Again, — he growled, flipping her onto her stomach without pulling out. He drove back into her from this angle, deeper, and she screamed into the mattress. He pounded her from behind, his cock slamming into her pussy, his hand fisted in her hair.

— Whose pussy? — he demanded.

— Yours, — she gasped. — Yours, Damion.

He fucked her harder, his thrusts brutal, and she came again — howling, her pussy clamping down on his shaft. He groaned, his balls tightening, and pulled out — his cock throbbing, dripping with her juices.

— On your knees, — he ordered suddenly, pulling out. — I want that throat again.

She scrambled to her knees on the bed, and he pushed his cock into her mouth. She took him deep immediately, her throat opening, swallowing him to the root. Her throat bulged around him and she swallowed convulsively.

He fucked her throat hard — fast, deep strokes, his cock pounding her mouth. She gagged and choked, drool running down her chin, but she took every thrust, her throat working his shaft. Her throat bulged with every deep stroke, her neck distending obscenely around his girth.

— Choke on it, — he growled, holding her head with both hands. — Take it all the way down.

She opened her throat wider, letting him slide deeper — until she could feel him in her chest, her throat stretched to its absolute limit. She breathed through her nose in panicked huffs, her eyes streaming, but she didn’t pull back. She swallowed around him, her throat muscles rippling along his shaft, and he groaned.

— Fuck, that’s it, — he breathed. — Swallow around my cock. Milk it with your throat.

She swallowed repeatedly — hard, deliberate swallows that massaged his shaft from root to tip. Her throat bulged and worked, squeezing him rhythmically, and he felt his control slipping. Her saliva was pouring down his cock, dripping off his balls onto the bed, pooling beneath her knees.

— I’m cumming, — he growled. — Swallow it all.

He thrust deep and exploded down her throat — a third load, hot and thick, shooting straight into her throat. She swallowed desperately, her throat bulging and working, taking every drop. When he pulled out, she opened her mouth to show him — clean, empty.

— Fuck, you’re incredible, — he breathed. — Three loads and not a drop spilled.

— I want more, — she whispered, her voice hoarse. — Please.

— Turn around, — he ordered. — I want you from behind.

She turned and presented her ass, her pussy dripping and swollen. He drove into her from behind, his cock slamming deep into her pussy. She screamed, her walls rippling around his shaft, and he pounded her — hard, relentless thrusts.

He reached around and rubbed her clit, and she came — howling, her pussy clamping down on his cock. He groaned, his own climax building, and pulled out at the last second.

— Mouth, — he commanded. — Now.

She spun around and took his cock in her mouth just as he exploded — hot cum shooting across her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed frantically, taking every jet, her throat working. When he finished, she licked his cock clean, her tongue stroking every inch, and opened her mouth to show him — empty.

— Four, — he murmured, cupping her face. — Four loads swallowed. You’re my perfect little throat-slut.

But he was still hard — throbbing, glistening with her saliva — and she looked up at him with hungry eyes, her throat aching and her pussy dripping.

— Please, — she whispered. — One more. I want one more in my throat.

— Greedy, — he growled, but he pushed his cock back into her waiting mouth.

She took him deep immediately — her throat opening, stretching around him, bulging. She’d gotten so good at this tonight — her throat took him effortlessly now, swallowing him to the root without hesitation. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her tongue lashing his shaft, her throat muscles massaging him.

He fucked her throat — deep, relentless strokes — and she took every one, gagging softly, drooling, her throat bulging obscenely. Her pussy was throbbing, empty and aching, and she rubbed her clit frantically with one hand while his cock pounded her throat.

— Fuck, — he groaned. — You’re going to swallow a fifth load? My insatiable little throat-slut.

She moaned around his cock — yes, yes — and came, her fingers working her clit, her throat convulsing around his shaft. The rhythmic squeezing of her throat pushed him over the edge — he thrust deep and exploded, his cock throbbing, hot cum shooting down her throat in thick jets.

She swallowed and swallowed — her throat working desperately, bulging with every swallow — taking every drop of the fifth load. When he pulled out, she was gasping, her throat raw and aching, her lips swollen — and she opened her mouth wide to show him. Clean. Empty. Not a drop wasted.

— Five, — he breathed, awed. — Five loads. You swallowed five loads tonight.

— I love your cum, — she whispered hoarsely. — I love swallowing you.

He pulled her into his arms and held her close, his hand stroking her hair. She curled against his chest, her throat aching pleasantly, her belly warm, her pussy still throbbing — completely spent and completely his.

— I love swallowing you, — she whispered hoarsely. — I love your cum.

— I know, baby, — he said, pulling her into his arms. — And I love watching you take it all.

He stroked her throat gently with his fingertips — swollen, tender, worked hard tonight. She sighed contentedly, leaning into his touch, her throat aching in the best way.

— Does it hurt? — he asked softly.

— A little, — she whispered. — In a good way. I like feeling it. It reminds me of tonight.

— Good, — he murmured, kissing her forehead. — Because we’re doing this again. Your throat is mine now.

— Yes, — she breathed. — Yours. Always yours.

She curled against him, her throat aching pleasantly, her belly warm with his cum, and fell asleep in his arms — his perfect, devoted, throat-full girl, dreaming of him.