You bobbed. Up and down
"Did you practice?"
Alice was waiting in her room. But tonight was different. Reyna and Heidi were at her desk, surrounded by wires, sensors, and something that looked like a motorized fleshlight.
You pulled the purple dildo from your bag. Seven inches. Her preference. You'd had it in your mouth every night for a week.
"Good boy." Alice took it from you. Examined it. "How deep did you get?"
"Five… five and a half inches."
"Progress." She handed the dildo to Reyna. "Let's see if that's enough."
Reyna attached a small sensor to the shaft of the dildo — a thin strip that wrapped around the silicone about four inches from the base.
"This is a moisture sensor," Heidi explained. She was holding the fleshlight — a clear tube with a soft interior and a motor at the base. "When the sensor detects wetness — saliva, specifically — it activates the motor in this."
She held up the fleshlight. Pressed a button. It hummed to life — a soft whirring, a gentle suction motion.
"When the sensor is wet, the motor runs. When the sensor is dry…" She released the button. Silence. "Nothing."
"It's simple, sweetie." Alice took the dildo back from Reyna, the sensor now attached. "Sex, like life, is a game of inches. Some deliver the inches. Some chase them."
She held the dildo at her groin. Angled it toward you.
"Tonight, show us how hungry you are for those inches."
"Strip. Then kneel."
You pulled off your clothes. The white g-string — you'd worn it every day since the fashion show, as instructed — was the last to go.
You knelt on the floor. Naked. Your cock already hardening.
Heidi approached with the fleshlight. Slid it over your cock. The soft interior gripped you. Cool at first, then warming.
"This stays on the whole time," she said. "You don't touch it. You don't thrust into it. The only way it moves is if you activate the motor."
"And the only way to activate the motor," Alice said, holding the dildo at her groin, "is to get the sensor wet."
She stepped closer. The tip of the dildo inches from your face.
"The sensor is at four inches right now. You said you practiced to five and a half. This should be easy."
She placed her free hand on the back of your head.
"Open."
You opened your mouth. She slid the dildo past your lips.
One inch. Two. Three. The familiar taste of silicone. The familiar stretch of your jaw.
Four inches. You felt the sensor against your tongue. You swirled saliva around it, coating it, making sure it was wet.
The fleshlight hummed to life.
"Oh god," you moaned around the cock. The motor was spinning, sucking, creating a rhythm that made your whole body shudder.
"Don't stop," Alice said. "Keep the sensor wet. Keep bobbing."
You bobbed. Up and down. Tongue working to keep the sensor coated with spit. The fleshlight hummed and sucked and you could feel yourself building already—
She pulled back.
The dildo slipped from your mouth. The sensor hit air. The motor stopped.
"Reyna."
Reyna stepped forward with a small cloth. Dried the sensor. Then moved it — you watched her slide it half an inch deeper down the shaft.
"Four and a half inches now," Alice said. "Let's continue."
"Before we start again," Alice said, "I want you to visualize something."
She held the dildo in front of your face. Purple silicone. Veined. Realistic.
"This isn't just a toy, sweetie. I want you to imagine the man it's attached to."
Your cock twitched in the dormant fleshlight.
"He's tall. Athletic. Confident. The kind of man who delivers inches, not chases them." She traced a finger along the shaft. "When you take this in your mouth, I want you to imagine you're on your knees for him. Looking up at him. Serving him."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," you whispered.
"Good boy. Now open. And this time — keep your eyes open. Look up at me while you suck."
She slid the dildo back into your mouth. You looked up at her, eyes watering already, as she pushed it deeper.
Four inches. The sensor wasn't on your tongue yet.
Four and a half. There. You swirled. Coated. The motor hummed back to life.
"Good boy." Alice's hand was on the back of your head, guiding your rhythm. "You know, every girl learns to suck differently."
You bobbed. The fleshlight sucked. You moaned.
"Sara learned on her high school boyfriend. Said he was patient. Let her practice for hours." She pushed a little deeper. "Mika learned from internet videos. Very technical. No passion."
Deeper. You gagged slightly. Kept going.
"Reyna learned on a dildo, just like you. She said she practiced until her jaw ached. Until she could take it all without thinking."
The motor was driving you crazy. You were getting close. So close.
"And me?" Alice smiled down at you. "I learned on the real thing. A man who knew what he wanted and took it."
You were right there. Right at the edge. The fleshlight sucking, your mouth full, her voice in your ears—
She pulled back.
The motor stopped.
"Reyna."
The sensor moved again. Five inches now.
"You were close," Alice observed. "I could see it. Your little cock was twitching."
You were panting. Drool running down your chin. Your cock aching in the silent fleshlight.
"But we're not done. You said you practiced to five and a half. Let's see if that was true."
She positioned the dildo again. You opened. She pushed.
Four inches. Five. The sensor.
You gagged. Your throat convulsed. But you kept the sensor wet. The motor hummed.
"Breathe through your nose," Alice instructed. "Relax your throat. Let it in."
You tried. God, you tried. Tears streaming. Spit everywhere. The fleshlight sucking at your desperate cock.
"That's it. Good boy. You're taking it so well."
You were going to cum. You could feel it building. The combination of the motor, the fullness in your throat, her praise—
She pulled back.
"Reyna."
Five and a half inches.
"This is where you said you got to," Alice said. "Five and a half inches. Your personal best."
You nodded. Wiping drool from your chin.
"Let's see if you can do it when it matters. When your orgasm depends on it."
She positioned the dildo. You opened.
She pushed. Slowly. Inch by inch. Your throat stretching. Gagging. Fighting.
Five inches. Five and a quarter. Five and a half.
The sensor touched the back of your throat. You gagged violently. Spit flew. But you held it there. Kept it wet.
The motor roared to life.
"Don't move," Alice commanded. "Hold it there. Let the motor do its work."
You held the cock in your throat. Gagging around it. Tears and drool streaming. The fleshlight sucking your cock with mechanical precision.
"Look up at me, sweetie. Look up at me while you choke on it."
You looked up. Her face above you. That warm smile.
"You're doing so well. Such a good boy. Taking it so deep for me."
You were going to cum. Nothing could stop it. Your whole body was shaking—
She pushed deeper. Held your head as she moved it in and out. In and out.
Six inches. The sensor was past your throat now. In air.
The motor stopped.
"NO—" you gasped around the cock, but it was too late. The edge retreated. Your orgasm denied.
"Six inches," Alice said, pulling the dildo free. "You just took six inches, sweetie. That's a new record."
You collapsed forward. Gasping. Your cock throbbing uselessly in the silent fleshlight.
"Reyna, move the sensor to six. Let's see if he can do it again."
Three more rounds.
Six inches. Motor runs. Edge approaches. She pushes to six and a half. Motor stops.
Six and a half. Motor runs. Edge approaches. She pushes to seven. Motor stops.
Seven inches. The whole thing. Base to tip. Your nose pressed against her pelvis. Your eyes staring up at her. The sensor buried so deep in your throat you could barely breathe.
The motor ran for thirty seconds straight.
The door opened. Mika slipped in. Peered down at you — cock lodged in your throat, tears streaming, drool pooling on the floor. She smiled.
"He's taking the whole thing," Mika observed. Notebook ready. "Full depth. No hands."
"The textbook says responsive males develop an almost compulsive need to please their directive female," Alice said, looking down at you. "That the act of service itself becomes arousing — separate from any physical stimulation."
She stroked your hair while you gagged on the cock.
"Am I your directive female, sweetie?"
You couldn't speak. Could only nod. Could only look up at her with desperate, watering eyes while your throat convulsed around seven inches of silicone.
You wanted to please her. Needed to please her. The motor was sucking your cock but it was her approval you were chasing now.
"Forty-five seconds," Jenna called out.
You pulled back gasping.
"Forty-five seconds at full depth," Jenna noted. "Impressive for a beginner."
"One more round," Alice said. "This time, you can cum. If you can keep the sensor wet for sixty seconds."
Sixty seconds.
You took the whole thing. Seven inches. Nose to her pelvis.
The motor hummed. Your cock throbbed. You gagged and drooled and looked up at her with desperate eyes.
"Thirty seconds," Heidi called out.
You were going to cum. You were going to cum with a cock in your throat—
"Forty-five seconds."
So close. So close. The motor sucking. Your throat full. Alice's eyes on yours.
"Sixty seconds."
You came.
The orgasm ripped through you — your whole body convulsing, your moan vibrating around the cock in your throat, your cum pumping into the fleshlight in pulse after pulse.
Alice held the dildo in place. Made you take it through the whole orgasm.
"Good boy. That's it. Keep sucking. Cum with a cock in your throat. That's what you're for."
When she finally pulled it free, you collapsed. Gasping. Shaking. Your face a mess of tears and drool.
"Full depth," Alice announced. "Sixty seconds. Achieved orgasm through combined oral and mechanical stimulation."
She set the dildo on the desk. Dripping with your spit.
"Oh sweetie." Alice crouched down to your level. Wiped a tear from your cheek. "I almost forgot to tell you something."
You looked up at her. Still catching your breath.
"That dildo. The one you've been practicing on all week. The one you just deepthroated for seven inches while cumming in a fleshlight."
She smiled.
"My boyfriend had it custom molded. From his cock. He gave it to me for Christmas — for the nights when he's away with the football team."
Your stomach dropped.
"His name is Brodie. He's six-two. Quarterback. And you've had his cock in your throat every night for a week."
You looked at the dildo on the desk. Purple silicone. Seven inches. The exact shape of a real man's cock.
"You worked so hard to take it all," Alice said softly. "You gagged on it. Choked on it. Came with it buried in your throat. And it was him the whole time."
She stood. Looked down at you.
"Same time next week, sweetie. Maybe I'll introduce you to the real thing."
You knelt there. Naked. Covered in your own drool and cum. A fleshlight still wrapped around your softening cock.
Brodie. Six-two. Quarterback.
You'd been practicing on him all along.
Alice was waiting in her room. But tonight was different. Reyna and Heidi were at her desk, surrounded by wires, sensors, and something that looked like a motorized fleshlight.
You pulled the purple dildo from your bag. Seven inches. Her preference. You'd had it in your mouth every night for a week.
"Good boy." Alice took it from you. Examined it. "How deep did you get?"
"Five… five and a half inches."
"Progress." She handed the dildo to Reyna. "Let's see if that's enough."
Reyna attached a small sensor to the shaft of the dildo — a thin strip that wrapped around the silicone about four inches from the base.
"This is a moisture sensor," Heidi explained. She was holding the fleshlight — a clear tube with a soft interior and a motor at the base. "When the sensor detects wetness — saliva, specifically — it activates the motor in this."
She held up the fleshlight. Pressed a button. It hummed to life — a soft whirring, a gentle suction motion.
"When the sensor is wet, the motor runs. When the sensor is dry…" She released the button. Silence. "Nothing."
"It's simple, sweetie." Alice took the dildo back from Reyna, the sensor now attached. "Sex, like life, is a game of inches. Some deliver the inches. Some chase them."
She held the dildo at her groin. Angled it toward you.
"Tonight, show us how hungry you are for those inches."
"Strip. Then kneel."
You pulled off your clothes. The white g-string — you'd worn it every day since the fashion show, as instructed — was the last to go.
You knelt on the floor. Naked. Your cock already hardening.
Heidi approached with the fleshlight. Slid it over your cock. The soft interior gripped you. Cool at first, then warming.
"This stays on the whole time," she said. "You don't touch it. You don't thrust into it. The only way it moves is if you activate the motor."
"And the only way to activate the motor," Alice said, holding the dildo at her groin, "is to get the sensor wet."
She stepped closer. The tip of the dildo inches from your face.
"The sensor is at four inches right now. You said you practiced to five and a half. This should be easy."
She placed her free hand on the back of your head.
"Open."
You opened your mouth. She slid the dildo past your lips.
One inch. Two. Three. The familiar taste of silicone. The familiar stretch of your jaw.
Four inches. You felt the sensor against your tongue. You swirled saliva around it, coating it, making sure it was wet.
The fleshlight hummed to life.
"Oh god," you moaned around the cock. The motor was spinning, sucking, creating a rhythm that made your whole body shudder.
"Don't stop," Alice said. "Keep the sensor wet. Keep bobbing."
You bobbed. Up and down. Tongue working to keep the sensor coated with spit. The fleshlight hummed and sucked and you could feel yourself building already—
She pulled back.
The dildo slipped from your mouth. The sensor hit air. The motor stopped.
"Reyna."
Reyna stepped forward with a small cloth. Dried the sensor. Then moved it — you watched her slide it half an inch deeper down the shaft.
"Four and a half inches now," Alice said. "Let's continue."
"Before we start again," Alice said, "I want you to visualize something."
She held the dildo in front of your face. Purple silicone. Veined. Realistic.
"This isn't just a toy, sweetie. I want you to imagine the man it's attached to."
Your cock twitched in the dormant fleshlight.
"He's tall. Athletic. Confident. The kind of man who delivers inches, not chases them." She traced a finger along the shaft. "When you take this in your mouth, I want you to imagine you're on your knees for him. Looking up at him. Serving him."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," you whispered.
"Good boy. Now open. And this time — keep your eyes open. Look up at me while you suck."
She slid the dildo back into your mouth. You looked up at her, eyes watering already, as she pushed it deeper.
Four inches. The sensor wasn't on your tongue yet.
Four and a half. There. You swirled. Coated. The motor hummed back to life.
"Good boy." Alice's hand was on the back of your head, guiding your rhythm. "You know, every girl learns to suck differently."
You bobbed. The fleshlight sucked. You moaned.
"Sara learned on her high school boyfriend. Said he was patient. Let her practice for hours." She pushed a little deeper. "Mika learned from internet videos. Very technical. No passion."
Deeper. You gagged slightly. Kept going.
"Reyna learned on a dildo, just like you. She said she practiced until her jaw ached. Until she could take it all without thinking."
The motor was driving you crazy. You were getting close. So close.
"And me?" Alice smiled down at you. "I learned on the real thing. A man who knew what he wanted and took it."
You were right there. Right at the edge. The fleshlight sucking, your mouth full, her voice in your ears—
She pulled back.
The motor stopped.
"Reyna."
The sensor moved again. Five inches now.
"You were close," Alice observed. "I could see it. Your little cock was twitching."
You were panting. Drool running down your chin. Your cock aching in the silent fleshlight.
"But we're not done. You said you practiced to five and a half. Let's see if that was true."
She positioned the dildo again. You opened. She pushed.
Four inches. Five. The sensor.
You gagged. Your throat convulsed. But you kept the sensor wet. The motor hummed.
"Breathe through your nose," Alice instructed. "Relax your throat. Let it in."
You tried. God, you tried. Tears streaming. Spit everywhere. The fleshlight sucking at your desperate cock.
"That's it. Good boy. You're taking it so well."
You were going to cum. You could feel it building. The combination of the motor, the fullness in your throat, her praise—
She pulled back.
"Reyna."
Five and a half inches.
"This is where you said you got to," Alice said. "Five and a half inches. Your personal best."
You nodded. Wiping drool from your chin.
"Let's see if you can do it when it matters. When your orgasm depends on it."
She positioned the dildo. You opened.
She pushed. Slowly. Inch by inch. Your throat stretching. Gagging. Fighting.
Five inches. Five and a quarter. Five and a half.
The sensor touched the back of your throat. You gagged violently. Spit flew. But you held it there. Kept it wet.
The motor roared to life.
"Don't move," Alice commanded. "Hold it there. Let the motor do its work."
You held the cock in your throat. Gagging around it. Tears and drool streaming. The fleshlight sucking your cock with mechanical precision.
"Look up at me, sweetie. Look up at me while you choke on it."
You looked up. Her face above you. That warm smile.
"You're doing so well. Such a good boy. Taking it so deep for me."
You were going to cum. Nothing could stop it. Your whole body was shaking—
She pushed deeper. Held your head as she moved it in and out. In and out.
Six inches. The sensor was past your throat now. In air.
The motor stopped.
"NO—" you gasped around the cock, but it was too late. The edge retreated. Your orgasm denied.
"Six inches," Alice said, pulling the dildo free. "You just took six inches, sweetie. That's a new record."
You collapsed forward. Gasping. Your cock throbbing uselessly in the silent fleshlight.
"Reyna, move the sensor to six. Let's see if he can do it again."
Three more rounds.
Six inches. Motor runs. Edge approaches. She pushes to six and a half. Motor stops.
Six and a half. Motor runs. Edge approaches. She pushes to seven. Motor stops.
Seven inches. The whole thing. Base to tip. Your nose pressed against her pelvis. Your eyes staring up at her. The sensor buried so deep in your throat you could barely breathe.
The motor ran for thirty seconds straight.
The door opened. Mika slipped in. Peered down at you — cock lodged in your throat, tears streaming, drool pooling on the floor. She smiled.
"He's taking the whole thing," Mika observed. Notebook ready. "Full depth. No hands."
"The textbook says responsive males develop an almost compulsive need to please their directive female," Alice said, looking down at you. "That the act of service itself becomes arousing — separate from any physical stimulation."
She stroked your hair while you gagged on the cock.
"Am I your directive female, sweetie?"
You couldn't speak. Could only nod. Could only look up at her with desperate, watering eyes while your throat convulsed around seven inches of silicone.
You wanted to please her. Needed to please her. The motor was sucking your cock but it was her approval you were chasing now.
"Forty-five seconds," Jenna called out.
You pulled back gasping.
"Forty-five seconds at full depth," Jenna noted. "Impressive for a beginner."
"One more round," Alice said. "This time, you can cum. If you can keep the sensor wet for sixty seconds."
Sixty seconds.
You took the whole thing. Seven inches. Nose to her pelvis.
The motor hummed. Your cock throbbed. You gagged and drooled and looked up at her with desperate eyes.
"Thirty seconds," Heidi called out.
You were going to cum. You were going to cum with a cock in your throat—
"Forty-five seconds."
So close. So close. The motor sucking. Your throat full. Alice's eyes on yours.
"Sixty seconds."
You came.
The orgasm ripped through you — your whole body convulsing, your moan vibrating around the cock in your throat, your cum pumping into the fleshlight in pulse after pulse.
Alice held the dildo in place. Made you take it through the whole orgasm.
"Good boy. That's it. Keep sucking. Cum with a cock in your throat. That's what you're for."
When she finally pulled it free, you collapsed. Gasping. Shaking. Your face a mess of tears and drool.
"Full depth," Alice announced. "Sixty seconds. Achieved orgasm through combined oral and mechanical stimulation."
She set the dildo on the desk. Dripping with your spit.
"Oh sweetie." Alice crouched down to your level. Wiped a tear from your cheek. "I almost forgot to tell you something."
You looked up at her. Still catching your breath.
"That dildo. The one you've been practicing on all week. The one you just deepthroated for seven inches while cumming in a fleshlight."
She smiled.
"My boyfriend had it custom molded. From his cock. He gave it to me for Christmas — for the nights when he's away with the football team."
Your stomach dropped.
"His name is Brodie. He's six-two. Quarterback. And you've had his cock in your throat every night for a week."
You looked at the dildo on the desk. Purple silicone. Seven inches. The exact shape of a real man's cock.
"You worked so hard to take it all," Alice said softly. "You gagged on it. Choked on it. Came with it buried in your throat. And it was him the whole time."
She stood. Looked down at you.
"Same time next week, sweetie. Maybe I'll introduce you to the real thing."
You knelt there. Naked. Covered in your own drool and cum. A fleshlight still wrapped around your softening cock.
Brodie. Six-two. Quarterback.
You'd been practicing on him all along.
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