“The Oral Maestro?” Molly cocked her head to the side, her bountiful red curls bouncing as she looked inquisitively at the business card. It was a deep, royal blue with white trim along the edges. It had a nice weight to it and looked rather professional.
“Uh-huh, honey, I think he’d be perfect for you.” Ms. Robinson closed the cover of her piano, smiling brightly at Molly as they finished their lesson. “I think we have a great thing going, but he’s a specialist. He’ll be able to help you really hit those high notes. You’d be amazed how many pop artists he’s worked with.”
“Really?” The young woman’s eyes grew wide, but could she really book a session with such a well-regarded vocal coach?
“That’s right. Plenty of those country singers from Nashville and a few up-and-comers from LA too.”
Molly nodded, slightly in awe that she might have the opportunity to train with someone so well-respected. “And you think I could get an appointment?”
“Of course,” Ms. Robinson assured her. “Let’s just say I’ve put in a good word for you. You’re already booked for tomorrow.”
***
The next day, Molly arrived at a small office park in a rather nondescript area of the city. The address on the business card was a large, dark grey building that looked spartan on the outside. She was dressed to impress, taking care to wear a snug floral dress, a pair of deep emerald flats, and a lace choker.
In the lobby of the building she found a directory and ran her finger along each name. There were lawyers, therapists, a dentist’s office, and even a masseuse.
“Ah, there he is: “Jude Thompkins, the Oral Maestro.’ 416.” She took the elevator to the fourth floor and gently knocked on the door.
A tall man dressed smartly in a blazer and v-neck answered. His hair was dark and wavy, falling casually over his ears. Molly was immediately struck by his confidence as he welcomed her inside and offered her a cup of steaming chamomile tea.
“To relax your throat,” he observed.
His office was a simple space with a piano, music stands, and a couch. Molly sat down as she slowly sipped her tea. Jude wasted little time in running through a few vocal warmups with her.
“I’m always so pressed for time, but Ms. Robinson assured me that I absolutely *had* to make space for you.”
The woman blushed, thankful to Ms. Robinson for her support.
“Now,” Jude clapped his hands together as Molly set down the teacup, “it’s time to get down to brass tacks. I’m sure Ms. Robinson explained to you that I have a very innovative method. Come here.” He motioned for Molly to stand on the circular rug beneath the piano.
“On your knees, please.”
Molly did as she was asked without question, her oceanic eyes never leaving Jude as she hiked up her dress and then fell gently to her knees.
“Good girl,” her teacher smiled. “Now, open wide.”
The red-haired woman did as she was asked, opening her mouth until it felt like her jaw was straining. She was taken by surprise when Jude pushed his index finger over her tongue, but she only flinched slightly. Then he added his middle finger, pushing both over her tastebuds until he hit her gag reflex.
“Ah, there it is. Did you know that some people lack a gag reflex?” He kept his fingers pressed into Molly’s throat as she swallowed around him.
She looked up at him, her tongue lapping against the undersides of his fingers. He smiled back, “I’m just stretching you out a bit. Getting you ready for your training.”
As he spoke, Molly noticed that his slacks were beginning to bulge. This made the shy woman blush.
Jude took notice, “Oh? That? It’s nothing to be embarrassed by.” With one hand still resting inside Molly’s mouth, Jude took his other and unbuckled his belt. He grasped his zipper, slowly bringing it downwards. “When performing, it’s important that you always maintain your composure. Back straight.” His voice was more commanding now and Molly immediately straightened her posture.
“That’s good,” he nodded as he thumbed the waistband of his boxers. Molly’s pale skin turned red as an apple when she saw his throbbing erection fall free. She tried to avert her eyes, but Jude slipped his hand around her chin and directed her gaze forward.
“If you want to be a professional singer, you’ll need a *lot* of oral exercise. This is the absolute best way. You have no idea how many gifted women have been right where you are now.”
Though still nervous, the thought of so many of her idols working with Jude brought Molly cheer. “I’ll do whatever it takes to succeed, Mr. Thompkins.”
“Good,” he nodded and then quickly pushed himself forward, his thick cock filling the void left as he withdrew his hand from Molly’s mouth.
“Mpmh!” Molly let out a slight squeal, surprised by how quickly he pushed against the back of your throat. But she quickly began to suck his shaft, doing her best to open wider so that he could push deeper.
“Don’t be afraid to be sloppy now, Molly. Spit production and control is a critical part of singing. Let it pool and pour over your bottom lip. Don’t try to swallow it.”
He was picking up speed now, his breath rough and ragged as he flexed his thighs and forced his thick slab as far past Molly’s gag reflex as her physiology would allow.
“Open wider,” he demanded. “You need to learn how to make a big, perfect ‘O’ with that pretty little mouth. That’s right–a nice, wet ‘O.’”
Tears welled up in the corners of Molly’s bright blue eyes as she struggled to slacken her jaw, doing her best to listen to her instructor. She wanted desperately to impress him, to show him that she was just as excellent a pupil and capable a vocalist as any of his more famous clients. Just as she managed to open her mouth slightly more, he filled the space, filling her tight throat with another half-inch of his throbbing cock.
“That’s it,” he grunted, “you’re doing great, Molly, just like a perfect little cocksu–singer.”
Drool was starting to pour over Molly’s stretched lower lip. She could feel the slick, sticky liquid starting to stretch down to her exposed neckline. One strand broke off and slid between her warm, plump breasts. She hoped Jude wouldn’t be irritated about the mess she was making–her floral dress was already starting to grow damp.
But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to be excited by the amount of drool pooling between Molly’s tits. “That’s good, very good, Molly. You need to produce a *lot* of spit. You know, it, uh, *lubricates* your vocal cords, allowing you to modulate your voice with greater–ah, fuck, yes, that’s it–ah, greater ease.”
*Ack, ack, ack, ack, bph, bph, bph*
Wet gagging noises were the redhead’s only response. Her hair had fallen from its sloppy bun and was now spilling over her shoulders.
Jude felt the vibrations of Molly’s vocal cords as she moaned and squirmed and perhaps even tried to speak. Was that a “is this good, Sir?” that rang like a beautiful melody in his ears? “You’re doing great, Molly. I can tell your throat is really opening up for me now,” he praised her as his cum-heavy balls began to slap forcefully against her wet chin.
His oxfords dug into the copper-colored carpet as he fixed his position, his thighs–gripped by Molly’s slender fingers–flexed as he continued to pump his length as far as he could into her slurping throat.
“It’s time to really test your stamina,” he nodded matter-of-factly, as though he were simply critiquing her posture. And then he proceeded to do just that, “Straighten your back, sit proudly.”
She eagerly obliged, tucking her feet beneath her ass and straightening her spine. She looked up at him–his cock still splitting her glossed lips–in search of approval.
“More,” his voice grew more harsh as he pulled at her curls, forcing her to sit as carefully as she could. “That’s better,” he offered slight praise as he withdrew his erection, a thick glob of spit falling directly between her heaving chest.
Molly’s teary eyes–now reddened from her vocal coach’s relentless assault–darted down as she felt the spit run down her cleavage. She grew a bit worried by how wet and sticky her dress was becoming, taking one hand to wipe away a translucent strand of precum from the scooped collar.
“No, no,” her teacher chastised her, snatching her index finger before she could wipe away the mess. He took her hand and returned it to the base of his shaft, which she dutifully began to stroke. “There will always be distractions when you perform,” his cock was huge and swollen and Molly found it difficult to avert her gaze, “so you must learn to ignore them and focus on your *work*.”
To Molly’s surprise, Jude grabbed both sides of her head–as though he were grasping a honeydew–and thrust her against the upright piano behind her. She was trapped now, with no place to back away to. There was a determined look in his eyes as he began to fuck her face even more aggressively.
“And the most, ah, fuck, there it is–” the room filled with the wet *glucking* noises as he banged his way past her gag reflex– “right, the most important thing is to always, fuck, ugh, *stick* the landing. When you get to the–uh, uh, open that fucking throat–climax of your performance, you have to *really* let go.”
Where before there were only a few interrupted tears from Molly’s eyes, there was now a constant stream. She couldn’t help it–not with Jude absolutely pulverizing her throat. And with the streams of tears, spit, and sweat came her make up. Her cheeks were a swirl of foundation and light peach blush. The fake eyelash attached to her left eye was coming off, the glue no match for Jude’s onslaught. In fact, when the teacher noticed it, he plugged Molly’s nose and filled her gurgling throat even more forcefully.
“Here it comes, here it comes,” his voice was urgent as his balls clapped wetly against Molly’s chin. “Hold it in your mouth–understand? No swallowing until I say.”
The woman nodded, her fingers digging into Jude’s thighs as he humped her face against the piano. She tried looking up at him, to make sure she was following his instructions, but couldn’t see him through the mess of red hair and spit over her eyes. But soon enough she felt him convulsing against her palate. There was a sticky explosion of cum pouring across her uvula and over her tongue. She did her best to avoid swallowing it, letting the semen pool around his throbbing cockhead as he continued to fuck her face.
Finally, he pulled free, a long strand of semen connecting his red, mushroom tip to her lips. She looked up at him, pushing the hair out of her eyes, and opened wide. A white pool of his sperm was gathered on her tongue, which she curved slightly upwards to keep the liquid from pouring down her chin.
“Perfectly done. Now, swallow.”
She closed her mouth and made a show of swallowing his seed. He seemed pleased with her and she was pleased in turn. She removed the fake eyelash from her wet cheek and asked, “Will we be able to train again?”
“Of course,” Jude said while zipping up his slacks. “I’ll pencil you in for the same time next week.”
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