The Training of C

DAY TWO, ACT THREE – DAWN BREAKER (NO, NOT THAT ONE)

I'm temporarily alone with you. You're still spread wide on the bed, arms and legs still securely tied. A stranger's cum soaks your bush, and the fake cum from Toya’s toy is still clinging to your buttocks, slowly drying. I know the taste of another man's cum is on your tongue.

I badly want to fuck you, but I know I can't. It's against the rules.

"Let me go!" you sob. Part of me wants to oblige, to rescue you from what I vaguely know is coming. But I've paid quite a lot of money for this, so you'll stay as you are for now.

If only I’d known…

The far door opens and a mostly naked woman I don't recognize, but who seems oddly familiar, walks in. She’s a short-ish, slightly tubby brunette, wearing underwear from a shop that should be called Ride Me Sideways. If it isn't, someone fucked up. She has tits that rival yours. Then it clicks - she was the woman impaled on Girth's dick while you were being extremely dogged by Toya.

Gods, I'm going to get hard for the rest of my life whenever I replay that scene.

She smiles at me in a good natured way, and squeezes my cock through my jeans.

That was unexpected. I damn near came.

"You can call me Dawn. Anything you need? Anyone you need? Me, for instance?" she says. “You can do anything to me. Anything. For as long as you want.”

I reel under the impact of so much bad-porn dialogue, but at the same time she is testing my self-control, the needle of which is edging into the red zone. I realize that, hair colour aside, she looks very similar to you. My cock has some very definite opinions on that.

I know this sounds odd, but I'm utterly faithful to C. Utterly. I've never even touched another woman sexually, and there's been more than a few occasions where I could have. But despite the fact that I've literally paid to have her fucked repeatedly, this feels like it's crossing a very personal line.

Buuuuut...

My cock is ludicrously hard, badly needs some relief, and a woman who could be your body double is offering to let me fuck her silly. Her hand is back on my crotch, moving suggestively, and the needle on my self-control pings all the way over in the red zone, hits the stop, and snaps. In the back of my mind I swear I hear the whistle of steam escaping, and a small light labelled 'Oh Fuck' starts flashing urgently.

'J' HAS BECOME UNRESPONSIVE AND MAY HAVE CRASHED. PLEASE QUIT AND RESTART THE PROCESS.

Dawn sees that I've gone into some sort of fugue state and decides to take matters into her own hands or, as it turns out, mouth. She slips my jeans and shorts down around my knees - not my most dignified appearance, I'll grant - then takes my chronically hard dick in her mouth.

"AAAAHHHnnnNNnGGnGHoShitfuckwankHOOO!!!" I comment, in some detail. Sign language is available on the blue button.

Despite the considerable distraction of having the best blowjob I've had in the last two decades, part of me is still anchored to where you are. And I get the distinct impression that you can hear all that's happening, and you're very not happy about it. You might not want to give me a blowjob, but that doesn't mean you're happy for me to get one from someone else. Especially when you're in the same room, and helpless to prevent it happening.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU FUCKING TART!” you shout.

I look down. Technically, Dawn hasn’t got her hands on me, so I consider your request to be satisfied.

Dawn ups her game, alternating between sucking just the head of my cock, and then deep-throating me, her lips pressing firmly into my pubes. Why I haven't cum yet is a mystery. I'm not exactly known for longevity in these situations.

Dawn speeds up slightly, building me towards the only end to this that there can be. I hear you making desperate noises as you realize the one thing you haven't had taken from you yet is about to be taken - my sexual monogamy to you.

Dawn does something with her tongue that nearly makes me pass out with pleasure, then jerks the blindfold from your eyes. She looks at you, smiling in a "I've got something of yours and I'm going to take it" way, then sucks me hard. I make a strangled sound, grab her head and fuck her mouth. I know you're watching but at that moment, driven by lust beyond my limits, I just don't care. I thrust my cock as deep as I can in Dawn's mouth and unleash an absolute waterfall of cum down her throat. Or at least I try to – at the last moment Dawn pulls back slightly and my cum drenches her mouth and tongue instead. I wonder if I’d made her uncomfortable, but it turns out she has another purpose in mind.

Dawn smiles contentedly, walks over to you, and kisses you hard on the mouth, then pulls back slightly and says “Taste him. Taste your husband’s cum in my mouth!” She clamps her mouth firmly over yours, and starts to snog you frantically.

I like this Dawn, I think. She goes for it.

I see you thrashing against the restraints, clearly revolted by what’s happening but Dawn is firmly attached to your mouth, swirling her tongue in you. Eventually, having transferred as much of my cum from her mouth to yours as she can, she stops and steps back. For the first time in my life I see my cum on your lips. My cock starts to stiffen again.

“See, you’re actually a part of the problem, J,” Dawn says. I give her a hurt look. I’ve paid quite a lot of money for this, and I wasn’t expecting a character assessment.

“Despite the fact that your wife has been forced to accommodate a great many dicks – with a lot more to come, I promise” she smiles at you evilly and I see you flinch, “deep down she knows it’ll end at some point, and you’ll still be faithful to her. Right now your faithfulness is holding her Training back, giving her something to cling to.

So we need to take that away.”

“And we do that how, exactly?” I ask, a solid contender for The Most Fucking Stupid Question Ever Asked.

“You fuck me. In front of your wife.” She grins. “A lot. It’ll probably start with me doing most of the work because you are ludicrously loyal to C. I mean, I have to give you credit - by this point most of the husbands have me bent over a chair and are balls deep in my arse.”

I file this image away for later consideration.

“So, let’s get started then!” she says cheerfully. “Strip.”

I strip. I’m not entirely sure I have a choice in the matter.

Dawn places a chair close to and facing the bed, where you’ll have a very clear view of the initial proceedings.

“Sit.”

I sit. I’m vaguely aware that the roles have been reversed somewhat. Normally I’m the observer, watching you get fucked by strangers against your will. Now it’s you watching while a woman molests me.

I hold my hand up in the universally acknowledged gesture of Give Me A Minute Here.

I need to give this some thought. I know I’m banging on about this a bit – oh Zod, the puns just don’t stop, do they? - but up until now (the past five minutes notwithstanding) I’ve been 100% faithful to C. I mean ok, yes, I did technically just cum in another woman’s mouth, but in my defence she took me by surprise.

And to the best of my knowledge C has been 100% faithful to me. Granted she’s had 20 or 30 strangers' cocks in her body over the last 24hrs (including Girth’s which probably counts as two by itself), has had more orgasms than in the last few years, and unwillingly swallowed more cum than at any other point in her life by a considerable margin - but it’s not like I gave her much choice. I do have a choice here. I can choose to continue to be 100% faithful to her, the woman I adore, or (I glance at Dawn’s body) I can fuck the ever living shit out of someone who’s practically a twin of my wife and is clearly up for some very filthy stuff with me.

Decisions, decisions…

I look directly at you, holding your gaze. I try to communicate to you just how much I love you, adore you. Some of it clearly comes across, because I see your eyes soften, the faintest of smiles on your lips that are still, I can't help noticing, glistening with my cum.

“Let’s do it,” I say. I see the look of shocked betrayal on your face, and a dark part of me relishes it. Dawn was right – some part of you firmly believed I wouldn’t do this.

"Out of interest, " I ask, "what would you have done if I'd said 'no'?"

"No idea," she replies. "It's never come up before. Take this."

She hands me a small blue pill. I look at it suspiciously.

“I had a vitamin pill this morning, thanks all the same” I say.

“It’s Viagra, you plonker,” says Dawn, rolling her eyes slightly. I glance down and gesture at my erection, which is making no effort to hide itself. “Not sure it’s needed,” I comment.

“You’re going to have to fuck me long and hard. You will cum in me, and on me, and we don’t want you getting soft in between. Also, how can I put this politely? You’re not in your 20’s any-more.”

Again with the personal comments.