Chapter 20

She had classes every day that week. Small cocks, big cocks, fat cocks and skinny cocks. Always blindfolded. Always in silence other than the occasional laugh or direction.

She had been given a goal to achieve by Saturday. It was payment for her entrance into the office of the chief next Sunday after child care. She didn’t want to know what would happen to her if she did not provide the payment.

It was Tuesday and what would turn out to be a hard day of training. Her throat was tender but not as sore as she expected. The spray helped immensely. There was no way she could have kept going without the spray.

She had been trussed up like yesterday. She didn’t fight it there was no point. She knew what was cumming. She thought of the word cum when saying that, and she giggled. A little hysterically actually. She was close to her mental edge. He knew he needed to go easier on her today but there was the timeline.

The vibrator was started on slow. Her mouth opened wide.

She had been given a mason jar. A small one. The half of a half of a pint, a four-ounce jar. Still, it was huge in her hands when she heard what it was for.

The gravel voice had spoken, “The chief wants to see you after childcare on Sunday. He does not want a repeat of last week’s poor performance. He wants assurance that you have worked hard to improve yourself. You are to hand him this jar filled with sperm at the commencement of your meeting. What you present him with will determine the outcome of your meeting.”

“You are to continue to practice your deep throating however you are to catch the sperm gifted to you from the tribe and deposit it into your jar.”

A cock touched her lips and she drew it in.

The first cock, a small cock came just before she came. She managed to catch most of the cum. She came on his last squirt. When she calmed down from her orgasm. She spat the seed into her jar. She was careful to place her lips inside the lip of the jar before spitting. It worked.

The vibrator was on low. Her break time. She set the jar down and tried to relax. She could do this but how many cocks was she going to have to suck to fill the jar. She didn’t want to think about it as the second cock touched her lips.

The men were instructed to pull back to the entrance of her mouth and cum to give her the best chance to catch their cum but their preference of course was her deep-throat work. She was learning fast.

It was Friday at eleven forty-five am. She was tired. Her midnight rapist had thoroughly put her through her paces last night. He had used all three holes and she lost count of how many times he had her shift position. She had loved it all. He was a masterful lover and she had enjoyed every moment.

They had added a cock to each session, each day. She would be sucking off six men today. She didn’t know if she could take it. Her pussy was tender from last night’s pounding. Her jaw aches all the time now. The spray keeps her throat usable.

She has been allowed to use her hands since Wednesday. She was truly grateful. She used her hands to scrub balls, finger assholes, and stroke long or overly fat cocks. Anything she could think of to get the cocks to spew their mess. She had had them all the last few days.

She had noted her entrance jar was over half full as she removed it from the fridge and opened the lid. Today should help a lot was her first thought her second was to admonish herself for such thinking.

She assumed her position on the living room floor. They had moved the class indoors since Monday. The weather had turned.

Another great Sunday with the tribal kids. She loved every minute of it and thought of motherhood herself. Not for long. Not in her situation. She was walking to the chief’s office now. The lidded sperm jar was in her handbag. She was certain the secretary knew it was there when the first thing Mary Jane saw her eyes go to as she looked up at Mary Jane’s entrance was her bag. She had to know.

Mary Jane’s face flushed as the secretary simply said, “Go on in he is expecting you.” And looked back to her computer. ‘She has to know’ was Mary Jane’s thought and as the door closed she heard from behind her. “Have fun.” She knew!

As she turned from closing the door she saw the chief. He was standing all in black as usual. His backside leaning against the front of his desk. As he was last time. His hand was out. Palm up. He didn’t say anything she knew what he wanted. She dug it out of her bag and handed it to him.

“Open it.” Her tension rose. “I am told you had a lot of fun getting that. You came every time as you swallowed their cocks. You enjoyed it.” A statement, not a question. “Well?” The tone of his voice along with the tone of the statement told her her answer. She just nodded her head in acceptance. Why fight it?

“Put your finger in it and stir it around.” She did. She knew he was going to make her drink it. She didn’t want to. She kept stirring until he spoke again. “Lick your finger clean.” She did. It was nothing. A minor salty taste. He said, “You can stuff all that up your cunt and walk out of here or you can swallow it.” He wants me to walk past his secretary with semen running down my legs. No way!

‘Can I swallow four ounces of cum! Could I hold it in my stomach?’ She took a little sip of the mason jar. She could do it. She took a bigger mouth full.” “Stop. Strip.” She stared at him for a moment then looked for a place to set the jar down. There was a shelf on the sidewall.

She was naked, on her knees playing with the same type of eight-inch vibrator she used at home. She was getting hot. He was making her drink the jar of cum while she rode the vibrator. She was hating it. She was loving it.

She was slowly getting the sperm down. He had taken his black pants off and was wearing, of course, black boxers.

Standing in front of her she could see the outline of his cock. She didn’t mind. She worked the toy. She sipped her drink. He pulled his cock out of his shorts, her mouth opened wide, and she bent forward to take it. “Finish your drink and then you may have your next treat.”