#nikolai cod

now on your knees, head spinning, you try and steel yourself. you only just managed to take him in your cunt, the whole that was meant for fucking, and no matter how much nik insists that such a pretty mouth was made for pleasuring him too, you're not so sure.

"try, for me, dorogya." he coos, and you look up to see the softness in his eyes, the comforting reassurance and encouragement.

its not just lust, not just the man eager to get his dick wet in a tight willing throat, its meaningful. 

your man, your dominant, wanting to encourage, to see you grow. he knows you can do it, know you can take what he gives you and you can make him proud, make yourself proud.

you'd balked when he brought up throat training, not from lack of interest, no. 

your dreams were plagued by the thought of your gullet being stuffed full of nikolai's cock, his thickness making it's home in your whore throat and repurposing your hole for choking instead of something so silly as speaking. 

night after night he came to you, fuzzy around the edges, the context always a little different, but one constant remained -- your dreams always felt complete when his dick buried itself in your throat and you felt it deep, deeper than it could ever reasonably go.

so, with your dreams and desires nestled in your mind, you take a deep breath and decide to be brave for your papochka.

"okay." you whisper. you flutter your eyelashes up at nik, knowing he's about to give you his length but wanting to rile him up further regardless. if you tease, he'll be harder, will want to feel the back of your throat before your ready, just how you want it. "i need to choke on you, papochka, need to feel it."

the words have barely left you before he's spurred into action, yanking down your jaw and feeding his cock inside, inch by heavy inch sliding across your slick tongue. 

you open as wide as you can, take deep breaths through your nose and focus hard, on being the most eager, willing, receptive little hole you can manage to be. 

but even then, it's not long before nikolai meets resistance, the little hitch of hesitation, the barrier at the back of your throat that is just waiting to be conquered. 

"that's it, nice and deep kotenok, almost there."

the syllables are tight, ripped from his throat as he clings to what little restraint he has left. 

you force your eyes to remain fixed on his, the educational videos nik had shown you in the form of his favourite porn flickering through your mind. good girls keep eye contact, good girls look up to their man, good girls stay reverent. 

you're rewarded with the delicious sight of him, his expression shifting between pride and awe, pleasure and something altogether more feral. stubbled lips snarls, his brows meet and his teeth grit, and as he holds himself in your mouth, you feel yourself buzz with accomplishment, even though your true test has not yet begun. 

nik holds the base of his cock with the scarred hand that isn't still fixed to your head, gives himself a shake as he tries to force his way through. 

he knows its not from a lack of willing, knows his sweet girl wants to give him everything even though her body resists. but where the flesh refuses to obey, he will bend it to his will, one way or another, his control of his girl so absolute in both mind and body.

"deep breaths, sweetheart." his words are sweet but still commanding, his lust and affection warring to come out on top. "is a lot, hmm?"

you nod, as much as you can when your mouth is impaled and your head is so tightly controlled, and grateful tears start to form at the corners of your eyes. you love everything he gives you, and the little droplets burst free filled with emotion and the evidence of your exertion, your dedication to taking him all. 

"so much to take for such a little girl. now imagine how much longer it was when I wasn't as big hmm?" 

the words hit you in the fucking gut, the reality of such a statement and how it plays into the twisted little way your mind works sends you reeling. 

you pull off nik sharply, not all the way, not enough to be a bad girl, just enough to let out a strangled gasp of delight.

"fuck--" you choke, but your reprieve doesn't last before nik is finding his way back between your lips.

"but you prefer it like this, nyet?" he asks, almost tauntingly, and you know he can see the way your body shivers and your cunt slickens. "hmm. all is as it should be. if i were still young man, you wouldn't be able to take it all." 

your head begins to spin again, not just from the difficulty breathing as your throat is jammed up, but from how much you need the man before you. older, wiser--fatter in his older age and all the better for it. 

he looks like the quintessential old perv--lustful smile and hungry eyes, imposing figure that's full in all the right places, and a dirty, depraved fucking mind to top it all off. 

it has been only few weeks since your professional friendship turned sexual, but you knew from the moment you laid eyes on him, thick fingers wrapped around a spanner, hair slicked back and stomach spilling over his trousers, that you were completely, irrevocably in love.

"wouldnt do, not being able to fuck my new pets throat." nik tsks, a hand tapping at your cheeks.

he pushes now, his impatience showing until his efforts are rewarded with that little pop, and your lips attaching to his base like they know they're coming home.

and then it's so hard to breathe, between the cock filling every millimetre of your throat and the fat that covers your nose all the way up to the top of your head. there's no way to take anything that isn't your papochka. thick, hairy thighs flank you on either side, a gilded cage, an extra weight keeping you in place.

now, with your ultimate goal achieved, your mouth in its rightful place at the bottom of your papochka's cock and your body tucked underneath him, you finally feel that which you've only felt in those prophetic dreams 

peace.

all resistance gone, anything else but him fading into the miasma of nothingness.