Wet Suck! "Practice Makes Perfect"

The top hung to just above her belly button, showing her diamond ring Brian bought her. Her lacy pink boy shorts, she thought, were maybe a size too small, as they clung tightly to her form, she could feel them riding up slightly and wiggled a bit which made it worse...But the inhibitions were fading with every sip of the wine, liquid courage in a bottle.

She walked over, swaying her hips wide in a seductive yet playful stride then positioned her self at the edge of their coffee table. As She licked the cup... She wondered if this was a good idea. She didn't want to be known as some pervert, sex addict, or dildo queen. Wetting the cup and sticking her practice partner firmly to the table with a loud thump, she took a pink fluffy scrunchy and put up her flowing golden locks to keep them out of her way.

Cynthia looked down at the shiny plastic cock on the Queen Anne coffee table which matched the mirror in the hall. She felt so filthy for what she was about to do and couldn't help but smile a wine buzzed smile and wonder what her bad boy husband would think of her if he could see her now.

Brian had always been a man who enjoyed seeing a woman doing something really bad, like sucking a big fat rubber dick stuck to a coffee table. Cynthia slowly reached her petite, milky white hand down, touching her new toy, gripping it gingerly with just her fingertips and letting them slide up and down the length of this rigid latex cock.

Up and down ever so slowly. She missed the loose skin sensation she felt when she rubbed Brian's. Rubbing her latex substitute and getting to know it she took a long chug from her wine bottle and giggled as she threw it on the floor.

'I wonder how it tastes', she wondered to herself, leaning down gradually becoming more comfortable with the whole affair. She could smell it as she came in close -- laying out her pink tongue and touching the tip of it to the tip of the dildo. The flavor was rubbery and synthetic tasting, but it became less of a distraction the more she licked.

She nibbled sweetly on the head running her tongue along where his pee hole would be, thinking of how Brian's would be throbbing in her hand, how purple and swollen the head would become when she teased it like this. She thought of the warmth of her absent lover's shaft as she would slowly rub it with long slow strokes over the fat head and down the long shaft.

She remembered the first time she saw his dick. It fascinated her like an alien in the flesh might fascinate a U.F.O. buff. She remembered thinking how lucky she was to have found such a smart, strapping, strong, and loving master. "It's so beautiful..." She told him truthfully.

"Master?", she thought fondly, smiling as she continued to give the increasingly hot cock her affections. She spit into her hand rubbing it onto the toy. Then wrapping her fingers around it fully and rolling her wrist as she stroked it, cork screwing it like a professional inches from her face watching her hand intently and admiring her own technique.

"Yes -- my master --Master Brian, my beautiful knight Brian... I am yours my master, forever your loving pet, your pretty slave girl, your love doll."

Why oh why, she wondered had she not properly submitted her self sooner, why had she not appreciated what she had in him more?

"Just you wait my love, your baby will make it up to you soon."

With that, remembering the actions of the hardcore porn stars, like Anastasia Blue and Sasha Grey -- both so pretty, she marveled -- yet so nasty. If they could do it, so could she.

She began to let the saliva trickle down her tongue like a watery and slippery -- sensuous ooze. It ran down over her little hand as she rubbed making the friction between flesh and latex suddenly nonexistent. Her hand slid effortlessly over the hot rubber rod. She was surprised at how much she liked the sensation of all the excess lubricant and wondered how it would feel on her husband.

By this time Cynthia was getting very aroused, the warmness between her thighs was growing and her lacy pink boy shorts were becoming surprisingly saturated by the gradually increasing flow of her honey. She threw off her white silk bath robe to reveal her tight white spaghetti strap top thus completing the peaches and cream style - her signature colors of pink and white.

She whipped her long angel fine hair behind her and cracked her knuckles loudly. A look of seriousness and concentration furrowed cutely across her young brow. 'It's time to get serious.' She purred, consciously getting aroused by the sound of her own dirty dialog.

She griped her partner at the base smiling to her self at the naughtiness of it all as she lovingly ran the flat of her soft tongue up the underside of the shaft. Taking in the contours of her synthetic lover as though taking in the scenery on a long drive.

She closed her eyes and visualized her soul mate Brian...Beautiful Brian, with his dark brown hair buzzed short in it's Marine Corps style, his baby blue eyes, always so filled with love and affection for her, and passion for life.

The way his manhood would snap to attention when she touched it. How the skin on it moved when she stroked him. How it tasted and felt when he would shoot his thick, messy, pearly white load like some fountain that sprayed it's payload only for her. "Oh Brian...My king, it's so big and hard, lover." She cooed breathlessly.

As Cynthia began to lick the head of her toy she thought of how much she loved touching her husbands cock, so big, so thick, she thought -- So perfect. Her imagination ran rampant as she closed her eyes and whispered,

"Did that please you my love? Does my throat feel good?"

She nibbled the head and snickered playfully, and in a lusty, thick, exhaling, sigh she asked,

"Does my man want more, Brian? Huh?"

Slowly - Rolling her hand over the head in a cork screwing motion, and down over the rigid rubber shaft lazily until she reached the table pondering what to do next.

She looked over at the Queen Anne mirror in the hall. Her chin was shiny and thinly coated as a short string of translucent goo slowly got longer and longer as gravity slowly pulled it to earth.

She watched the reflection for a time looking at the long contours of the mirror when she had an idea. She battled with the synthetic manhood freeing it finally with a loud "pop!" as the suction cup lost its hold on the smoothly varnished wooden table.

She sat there on her knees, the feeling of being filthy overtaking her. Now under its control, as if possessed by the spirit of some succubus demon bent of absolute evil filth. It was as though she were on the outside looking in as she gazed into the flawless glassy reflection as an evil grin slowly crept across her otherwise innocent looking face.

She stood up slowly and glided over to the mirror and dropped to her knees. She spit on the suction cup and pressed it hard against the mirror. "Oh my God, I'm such a pervert!" She exclaimed with all seriousness.

Looking into the mirror at her glazed chin and lips, she took the big fat cock in her hand and rubbed it wildly, spitting on it and watching the saliva slowly stream off of it and down her forearm. She whimpered at the thick, warm, slimy feel of it as the bubbly ooze rolled slowly down and finally dripping from her elbow.

She began to suck it harder and now, getting into the rhythm keeping constant eye contact with her reflection. She could hear the suction her mouth had sealed tightly around the latex material which was now in her imagination Brian's throbbing flesh and blood love muscle, hot and throbbing in her sloppy mouth.

She used her the thumbs and fore fingers of both hands to cork screw the increasingly slippery shaft watching in the mirror as a thick glob of spit, bubbly from being frothed in the excitement hung in a slimy testament to the nasty girl she was going to be tonight. In the vividness of her own imaginary world she could now feel Brian's thick cock hard, powerful, and proud in her mouth.

Losing herself -- she waggled wildly back and fourth as fast as she could, her hair whipping wildly in it's binds, before she stopped, looked herself deeply in the eyes, her mascara and eye liner quickly transforming into black rings under her blue eyes, making believe she was Brian watching her watching him.

She suddenly thrashed her head ferociously from side to side, Squealing a muffled, insuppressable, roaring, growl of primal lasciviousness. Squeezing her eyes shut, clamping them as tightly as she could. The head hit her throat making very loud sloppy sounds as she wildly swung her head in a vigorous "No" motion..

When she opened her eyes again. She saw that she'd flung long thin strands and thick ropes of clear bubbly goo in random chaotic patterns all over the mirror and around the foaming glazed tool. A stream cascaded down the mirror from the base of the bouncing rod as she pulled away letting the dildo slowly withdraw from her saliva coated -- avaricious young mouth.

A heavy and spumous bridge now connected Cynthia to the slimy stiff pole hanging proudly on the mirror. Leaning back on her knees, with her newly minted slut hole gaping open.

Her pink sloppy lips laid relaxed, coated with the same thick illuminating coat as the rest of her face. Her bottom lip made her look as though she were sulking, looking up at the toy, rubbing it through desperate, lusty, puppy dog eyes. She stared at the sagging drooping rope bridge.

"Ah! -- look what you're doing to me Brian."

She whined as though he were standing before her.

"Do you like ravaging my face Daddy?"

She rose back up not stopping until the fat cock hit the back of her throat heavily, sending a shock wave of heaving retribution through her small body as it opened her throat producing a loud choking gag, before she fell back leisurely toward her starting position with a breathless snicker.

She did this several times, each time sending one rope into her shirt as she ascended and creating a new one as she descended, as well as gagging her causing her body to lurch forward in a single convulsive rebellion by her reflexes. Then starting her dick sucking again, rolling her head in a lazy slow figure eight.

"Mm-mm--mm--mm!"

She whimpered as she worked and pistoned the shaft, curling her tongue under the bottom so the fit was as snug as she liked causing the periodic throaty,

"Snort!"

She started to hum involuntarily as she went crazy on it like some sex starved nympho maniac, "Maybe that's what I am?" she wondered. The thin white top becoming increasingly transparent as it soaked up more and more of her spit.

She then slowed her tempo and tried to take the head down her throat but it promptly rejected the thickness before she could penetrate, sending another powerful heaving recoil through her body and turning the whites of her eyes a brighter shade of bloody red, as her delicate eye lashes became visibly wet with her tears.

She watched the person in the mirror, as though the reflection were some being from another dimension come to teach her the ways of womanhood and the art of pleasuring her soldier.

As she promptly spit a mouthful of translucent, glutinous, slop on the big shiny rubber rod, she felt the excess of the thick slime that stuck in her mouth flow off her chin and spill slowly onto her small bust, she looked down at it and gave out a deep, airy, lusty, whiny moan, almost a sob of carnality, taking her free hand and pushing her shirt into it to try and soak it up loving the feel of the slime soaked material.

"Am I doing it right daddy?" she breathed carnally, "Is it supposed to be this messy?" she asked with a simpering grin.

She had gradually - unwittingly lost herself -- spiraling out of control amid her own imagination like a child playing in their imaginary world. She never realized it at the time, but at least when she immersed herself in practice -- the heart wrenching longing, the stomach knotting sorrow, the unrelenting loneliness were each at bay.

She imagined her soul mate, her lover, her best friend laying in his bunk in the barracks in ecstasy -- feeling every delicious sensation, every drop of his little cock slut of a wife's mess coating his groin, his manhood beating wildly under the blankets as he dreamed of her making love to him with her eager, slippery, slimy throat.

Again she cork screwed the latex rod with both hands, using only her thumbs and forefingers to grip it. She could feel the thick warmth of her saliva rolling down her arms and hanging from them in thick, sparkling, bubbly ropes that matched what hung from her slimy chin down to the floor.

She noticed now there was a thin membrane like a luminous veil that stretched from the rope on her arm to that which hung from her chin. She marveled at the sheer magnitude of this sloppy deluge.

"Who knew some one could generate this much saliva?"

She wondered in awe. Her poor thin top now resembled more that which had been in a wet T-shirt contest, than something worn by such a sweet young girl.

Her mascara lay in streaks down her cheeks as she relaxed again and opening her mouth she pushed herself down. Her eyes bulged wide gazing into the reflection in shock as the head began to stretch out her virgin throat. She feared her esophagus would rip as it slowly, progressively opened up for the fat latex intruder.

Her head lurched forward as her throat's snug hold on the head released abruptly passed through and automatically conforming to the shape of the rigid shaft.

"Oh my fucking god!"

She thought to herself,

"I fucking did it!"

With a feeling of nasty sexual satisfaction Cynthia moved effortlessly down the thick slippery shaft, she was conscious of the fact that part of her victory she owed to the wine but she was willing to take it.

She could tell the Desensitizing effects of the alcohol had numbed her throat. The sensation of it all made her pussy flood it's warm sap into the pink lacy net of her boy shorts. She felt them soak through and filter her nectareous essence onto her slender young thighs slowly dribbling - tickling its way down.

"Oh fuck!"

She thought,

"My kitty is dripping."

Her stomach flipped excitedly with an intense - electrifying, spinning sensation of torturous sexual necessity that spiraled out of control with excruciating carnal fervency.

She imagined herself gazing into Brian's eyes, watching his every expression - his every spasm of delight as she began to delve deeper and deeper down the rubber phallus -- slippery and glazed with Cynthia's bubbly, messy oral lubrication.

Using her vivid imagination to watch him watching her. She glided ever deeper determined to take all 8 inches of "daddy's" cock.

As she reached the hilt, she opened her eyes feeling her cute nose pushing against the cold mirror.

"Oh my, look at you Cynthia."

She mused as she began to work her head and neck, rolling it up and down in a fluid circular "yes" motion slowly working the latex shaft deep in her throat.

Her head moving up and into the mirror, then down and away slowly and repeating never loosing eye contact. On the last repetition she felt her body heave upwards again as she forced out a gagging cough blowing a series of white droplets like a shotgun blast all around the dildo and blowing a giant spit bubble out around it.

She choked hard again, drawing the long member out. Unsheathing the rubber sword from it's slippery scabbard, she let out an airy laugh as the head of her rubber cock cleared her lips, watching yet another long thick bridge of white glop stretched farther and farther before gravity pulled it down into her shirt.

She lay back with her open mouth gaping wide before pushing herself back on it, slamming it into her throat and penetrating it forcing it open with a loud, unladylike gagging response. She pulled herself back off and repeated herself.

The latex member hit the back of her throat as she'd loose control of the depth of her plunge, flattening the tongue, opening the airway and releasing the random crude sounding snort or coughing heaving gag.

No longer thinking, only acting, thrashing her head up and down, greedily sucking and loving the snorts and loud "swishswash" sounds her mouth made as she fucked this rubber pole with it, drawing it out of her soft, wet mouth with another frothy rope.

She looked at the long, transparent bridge of spit that trailed from the dildo to her lips, quivering with excitement -- with anticipation and giggled innocently and whispered sweetly,

"Mmmm! Look, my love, just look what a mess we're making together."

then spitting on it like some common street whore.

"Aw, fuck, Brian! I'm so horny!"

She exclaimed, listening to the sounds of the bursting spit bubbles between her fingers as she jerked.

She withdrew in her excitement. She was coming to think of this rubber rod as some sort of Voodoo doll, a cosmic link to Brian, through which her precious husband can be given all the love and lust her little heart could send, and there was allot! She imagined him sitting there naked, with all of his rippling muscles tensed as he groaned her name.

Telling her what a good little dick sucking cum slut she had become, hearing the swishing wet sound of her hand as she jacked his cock back and fourth as fast and hard as she could.

"Yeah? You like me messy don't you honey? You like how your slutty wife sucks loves your big fat dick don't you? Oh - yes master, I'll be your cum slut Brian -- is that what you want? Yours and only yours, as long as you want me. Master Brian's personal slut puppet -- that's me my love."

She whimpered aloud to her husband, who slept thousands of miles away.

Cynthia lost and in heat pushed out a deep screaming groan from her abdomen, baring her teeth at the primal lust of her new game. She opened up her mouth and guided the toy to the back of her throat.

The very idea of what she was doing over took her, and her free hand moved from the table and over her pretty pink boy shorts - so tight and lacy. As her fingertips found their mark between her baby soft milky white thighs, she was overwhelmed by how wet and hot they were.

She could feel the heat that radiated from her poor little pussy who's inner walls throbbed and ached with neglect as well as the tickling of her warm honey as it slowly trickled down her slightly quivering thighs.

"Oh god."

She mumbled - muffled by the thick elastic cock in her mouth, which only seemed to fuel the sweltering, hot-blooded, wild fire already raging inside of her .

The sensation of her fingers on her swollen clit seemed to spark a surge of urgency in Cynthia as soon as they made contact. Like a bolt of lightening jolting through a conductor. She increased the tempo gradually - until she was grinding herself into a blistering frenzied euphoria.

Cynthia got her entire hand into the movement. Her wrist action - circular and fluid seemed to feed into the actions of her fingers moving up and down in a perfect melody rolling them into her pulsating, threatening to drive the young damsel to the summit of her carnal rapture.

She relaxed her throat and opened up her mouth wide around the rubber pole, simultaneously her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure and anticipation as she pushed the thickness of the latex cock back home, gradually until she felt her tight throat stretching out slowly and snugly around her practice partner.

She heaved hard causing a body convulsing cough and gag as her tear ducts overflowed - sending dark steams of eyeliner down her red burning blushed cheeks as she looked on in the refection.

She was alarmed by how much she enjoyed the sight of this punished and assaulted face staring back at her through deeply red bloodshot blue eyes. Streams of black streaks slowly drying as well as fresh ones as the tears streamed down her eager cheeks red with the rushing of blood blazing with passion.