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was a major strain to open my mouth wide enough. His huge
masculine presence completely filled me, I could barely move my
tongue, and he kept on pushing until the tip hit the back of my
throat and I pulled off, coughing and spluttering, my gag reflex
well and truly triggered.
    “Jesus Christ, if you’ve kept
your virginity this long I expected you to be an expert little cock
sucker, Nova. Let’s try that again, and don’t you dare pull
off.”
    Cal raised my head back into
position by one pigtail and forced his dick past my lips again,
going much faster this time. The tip hit the back of my throat with
a squelch and my face went bright red with the effort of fighting
my natural reflexes. The domineering billionaire held it there as
he looked down upon my struggles for what seemed like an eternity
until, with indescribable relief, I gradually brought myself under
control and looked up at him defiantly, despite the watering
eyes.
    “You learn fast, Nova, that’s
good.”
    I almost hated the surge of
pride I felt at his praise. I should have despised him for treating
me like a piece of property, but all I wanted to do was please him.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slurping sound as suction
was broken, and then I licked my lips and opened for more. Cal
didn’t give it to me right away though, he slapped his hard dick on
my face, wet with my own saliva and no small quantity of his
pre-cum until I was sure I was a mess.
    Apparently satisfied with my
compliance, he guided his cock back into my open mouth, but when it
was firmly embedded he brought his guiding hand to my other pigtail
and controlled my head like he was riding a bike, pulling me
inexorably towards the base of his hard dick. The tip hit my throat
again and I once more found myself fighting against my instincts,
going red in the face as Cal continued applying more and more
pressure.
    With a popping sensation that
startled me I felt the shaft of his cock resume its advance and it
took me a moment of confusion, wondering what could possibly be
happening, before I realised that he had managed to actually shove
his cock into my throat. I had heard of this before, but
thought it was an urban legend or something.
    My eyes watered anew and I
turned them up to him trying to convey my shock without disobeying
him and pulling off. If he noticed, he didn’t care, watching with
unveiled lust in his eyes as my lips and nose disappeared through
the gap in his boxers. I was amazed at how the discomfort almost
disappeared once the major hurdle of his cock head was passed. I’d
never even dreamed that I would deep throat, but there I was on my
knees in front of one of the richest men on the planet, taking a
shaft that any porn star would have been proud of.
    Cal pulled back and let me
breathe before plunging deep again, getting into a steady rhythm of
fucking my face and pausing for air, telling me how great I was
doing the whole time. Idle hands are the devil’s playground, as the
old saying goes, and I couldn’t resist reaching up under my skirt
and trying to finish what Cal had started.
    My pussy was still as wet as
ever, I felt tiny rivulets of my slick nectar running down my legs
as I began furiously flicking my fingers across my clit, quickly
bringing myself right back to the brink of mind-blowing ecstasy.
Whenever Cal let me breathe I moaned like the little slut he was
turning me into and craved the feeling of his cock deep inside me
again. I was about to cum right there on my knees when Cal pulled
out and grabbed my arms, raising me to my feet.
    “Only when I say,” he repeated
and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
    I stood in front of him, his
magnificent glistening cock standing up straight and proud between
us, and shrugged off my now-buttonless school shirt, leaving myself
wearing only the lacy nightie. At some point the hair ties that
held my pigtails in place had come out and my hair brushed my bare
shoulders. I looked at him,