Nathan Silvers: A librarian_s training

And the whip cut her ass, sending enough agony through Gillian to open her throat with a bubbling scream, as her body went tense and her ass erupted in red-hot pain.

"Aaaagghhh!" the young cook roared, slamming his cock right into Gillian's throat. The cum boiled in his balls and his grip tightened in Gillian's hair. "Fuuuck, do that to her! Yeah, whip her! Oooooh, fuck it! Do it!"

His cock blurred in and out of Gillian's throat.

"Bitch, sucking off my man!" Alda screamed, lashing Gillian's shuddering ass. Her dark hair tossed and flicked as she put all her effort into whipping the bound blonde, and her dark eyes burned with fury. "Bitch!"

Gillian shuddered as another searing cut beat into her ass. Her throat opened even further, and she took more of the cook's fuck-rod, her body tossing in pain. But at the same time, the flowing pleasure from her pussy was making her legs tremble. Rose's fingers were wet as she caressed Gillian's cunt.

"Yeaaaaah!" he yelled, his cock heaving, blurring in and out of Gillian's mouth as the cum rushed up his shaft and poured out into her soft sucking mouth. "Ohhhh, whip her; she sucked me off!"

Gillian was sure she would throw up as the hot cum gushed into her mouth, but the surging pleasure and pain running through her were all that she could feel. Her thighs shook as hot wet goo gushed into her mouth, and the young cook yelled and moaned, his cock pulsating at the entrance to her throat.

He pulled his spurting cock back, pouring cum over her lips, running his cockhead just in and out of her helpless mouth.

"Look what she done! Whip her!" he yelled, streams of jizz gushing all over Gillian's lips.

"Bitch!" Alda screamed, laying the whip into Gillian's ass in a fury, the tail curling in and out in a continuous arc. She rubbed her pussy, gasping with lust, as she whipped the helpless blonde.

Gillian screamed in rising agony as the whip lashed her ass, and the last hot gobs of cum flowed over her lips. But the pain was flowing strangely through her. She tossed and moaned, her thighs trembling, her pussy mound rubbing against the table edge, giving extra pleasure to her heaving body.

"Suck it offfff!" the cook roared, fucking his oozing cock at Gillian's mouth. "Fuck, that was a great blow-job; now, clean it up, whore!"

He held his cock at her lips while Gillian sobbed and licked the cum off, letting it flow down her throat, her pussy still throbbing, with the pleasure coming from Rose's fingers and the hard table edge rubbing just above them.

Rose laughed and took her fingers from Gillian's cunt.

Alda let the whip drop, her eyes glazed, her tits heaving as she worked her fingers over her pussy.

"You're gonna enjoy this one," Rose promised Dean.

The door opened.

"Oh, hi, Marty," Dean said, "you just missed a great one."

"And I drove so fast to get here," Marty said. "Oh well, what can I do for you?"

The cook slid his cock out of Gillian's mouth, rubbing his slowly subsiding cockhead over her lips as she licked the last of his cum up. "Not bad, baby; see you later."

Instantly Alda grabbed him. "You owe me, for fucking that little shit."

He grinned as he put his uniform on. "Tell you what. If I get a buddy of mine to do my shift, I'll show you how to fuck, lady, all night long."

"Mmmmm," Alda purred, "that's more like it." She stroked his arm as he buttoned his uniform.

"The only thing is, I gotta promise my buddy something; how about her later?" The cook jerked his thumb in Gillian's direction.

"Sure," Alda said. "Hey, Dean, can his buddy have her later, for doing his shift?"

"I think so," Dean said, "she's gonna need a lot of cock."

"Great!" Alda gasped, then led the young cook out.

Gillian was lying facedown across the table, sobbing her heart out. But then she felt the chains around her ankles being taken off, and she pulled her legs together, with a moan of pleasure. The ache in her thighs lessened. Then the bonds around her wrists were taken off, and she was pulled round; lying across the table to face Dean, Rose and Marty.

Marty was tall; middle-aged, with salt and pepper hair. He was dressed casually. He examined Gillian carefully. He held up her glasses and shook his head.

"You shouldn't be seen dead in these," he commented. He examined the lenses carefully. "Fine, no trouble. Now, let's look at you."

He picked her head up by the chin and stared at her flushed, tear-stained face. It was all made worse by the fact that she was naked, except for the tattered remains of her pantyhose around her ankles. He turned her head to one side, and then the other, looking at her with professional interest.

"Yes, I know what we need to do here. Contacts, too?"

"Sure," Dean said, "but wait until I call."

Marty grinned. "Usual price?"

"You got it." Dean turned away. "I'll give you the money when you leave."

"Sure," Marty said indifferently, looking at Gillian in quite a new way.

"Oh, and don't fuck her cunt; she's a virgin." Dean stopped at the door.

Rose picked up the whip, and then offered it to Marty, who shook his head. Then she and Dean left.

"Virgin, huh?" Marty stared at Gillian as the door closed. "Take that crap off your legs."

With a sob, Gillian reached down and started to pull her torn pantyhose off. Pulling them off was painful, but she was terrified of this man; even more terrified than she was of Dean.

"Come here," Marty said.

Uncertainly, Gillian walked forward, her legs trembling, rubbing her whipped ass. She stood trembling.

He slid the zipper of his pants down and looked at her. "Let's see how you suck."

"No, please, not that! I hate it! Please!" Gillian wept, staring at the massive bulge in his pants.

Brutally, Marty backhanded her, sending her spinning across the floor, her face ringing with pain. She collapsed, sobbing, holding her face.

"Let's try it again, huh? Come here, crawl, bitch!"

Gillian struggled to her hands and knees, then crawled across the carpet, sobbing and moaning, horrified out of her mind at this sadistic man. She crawled up to his leg, reaching into his pants; moaning as she held his cock.

It was long; ten inches at least, and it seemed to throb in her hand like a deadly arrow, ready to pierce her.

"Well, what do you do with a cock?" Marty demanded.

"I – I," Gillian stammered, then leaned forward and ran her mouth over his hard cockhead.

"Not bad. Now, suck it real nice," Marty said softly. "I gotta go home to a wife who needs her ass whipped and I wanna warm up, got that?"

Gillian nodded her head frantically as she slid her soft lips down his cockshaft, sucking for all she was worth. She thrust her mouth at his cock harder, running her soft lips down his cockshaft as far as they would go, right until his cockhead pushed at the entrance to her throat.

"Hey, not so fuckin' bad," he murmured. "Not fuckin' bad at all."

He held her around the neck and pushed harder, his cockhead ramming at her throat. To Gillian's surprise, her throat opened and took a couple of inches of his cock before she gagged, and had to pull back.

Marty gave a growl and thrust again, his prick pushing even farther into her throat. Her throat spasmed around the swelling prick, as she knelt at his feet.

"Yeah!" he mumbled, running his cockhead in and out of her throat; thrusting it farther each time, until most of his ten-inch fucker was disappearing into Gillian's mouth at the peak of each thrust. "Hey, you got a lot going for you, baby. You give great head. Hey, you could be a star!"

He fucked her mouth faster.

Gillian sobbed, expecting to have his hot cum shooting into her throat at any moment. She trembled, waiting; hoping he wouldn't take too long.

But suddenly he pulled her up, her mouth sliding off his cock.