How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 14

They spoke no English, and murmured appreciatively to each other and to Tavio in their Sicilian patois as they explored and discussed her delightful body, and its taste and its scent.

'They can touch her anywhere they like, except her vagina, please,' Dave spoke up, and Tavio translated, understanding nods and smiles coming from the boys, and a desperate, betrayed moan emanating from poor Emily as Luca immediately withdrew his fingers from where they had just softly transgressed her perfect little anus on their way to investigate her drooling entrance.

With a sure hand on her shoulder, Franco guided Emily to her knees so she could properly serve him and Luca with her mouth, and she went about her work with an endearing thoroughness and enthusiasm, switching from one penis to the other, her hands never leaving both of them as she suckled and licked and nuzzled their hard cocks, pure delight in her eyes at her incredible good fortune and the thoughtfulness of her mentor.

'Goodness, she seems to love that,' Tavio remarked appreciatively as we watched the sweet girl revel in her birthday present.

'She absolutely does,' Dave replied proudly. 'Pretty much every man that trains her comments on her blowjob skills; she's naturally very orally fixated, and she positively loves the taste of semen. She's actually got a pretty strong gag reflex, and she's working hard to control it; this is some of the deepest throat work I've seen her do, in fact—it probably doesn't hurt that I think she's naturally very attracted to those two, and understandably so.'

Franco and Luca were in heaven; while normally boys their age wouldn't be allowed to enjoy a young girl like Emily in this way, it was part of their job at Padre's, and so workplace exceptions applied, which made them appreciate their work all the more.

They lifted her shakily to her feet and helped her lie back on Tavio's big oaken desk, her creamy body illuminated by the sepia light of the antique stained-glass lamps on either side of his workspace, and Luca took a turn steadily fucking her willing throat for a while, caressing her cheek and encouraging her in low Italian, while Franco ensured she continued dutifully stroking his penis as he bent down and kissed and nuzzled her breasts and sucked hungrily on her nipples, his fingers tracing the curves of her thighs and teasing cruelly and deliciously about the forbidden borders of her pouting mons.

Poor Emily was losing herself in the heady grasp of the two young men, and she whined insistently and continuously on Luca's cock, her legs rubbing lubriciously together as she twisted and moaned on Tavio's desk in her attempts to deliver some tiny scrap of stimulation to her neglected, swollen nethers as she obeyed her mentor and did her best to help the two young studs to cum.

As she slid her wet, shapely thighs together, the tiny bells on her delicate ankle chiming sweetly, the glisten of her juices in the soft lamplight made it clear that her unrequited feminine need had dripped and smeared its way nearly to her knees; despite the unprecedentedly stimulating nature of her birthday activities, her poor cunny had so far today only been touched once—and then ever so briefly—when I'd checked the state of her vagina at the museum; and her hand now slowly, surreptitiously crept toward her girl bits in a desperate, instinctive effort to soothe some of the heedless, throbbing hunger of her young vagina.

Dave, observing her closely as her unruly fingertips reached the outlawed frontier of her dark, silky clitoral hood, knew better than to overlook her lack of discipline, despite how understandable it was.

'Emily, I told you to be a proper young lady today—if you touch your vulva, you will receive a spanking when we get to the hotel,' he warned quietly, and she whimpered again in frustration, quickly withdrawing from her private parts as Franco and Luca chuckled at her travails and admired the beautiful naked body of the tortured young girl as she sucked and tugged all the more urgently on their penises.

Franco looked up at Tavio and hoarsely said something in Italian, and Emily, sensing he was about to cum, opened her eager mouth wide, her tongue extended and a light of anticipation in her eyes, preparing for his ejaculation and the savory, vital taste of the handsome young man's semen that she wanted so badly.

To her astonished disbelief, he stroked his cock a few times, rubbing the purple head against her slick pink tongue, and then suddenly, roughly pulled himself away from her, taking a small glass beaker from Tavio and releasing himself into it with an untranslatable string of profanity and shooting several long, heavy streams of semen into the clear vessel as Emily, crestfallen behind her glasses, watched in confused shock, her expectant pink tongue still sticking mournfully from between her disappointed lips.

Dave calmly worked to refocus his trainee.

'No, Emily, they will not be cumming in your mouth, sweetheart,' he confirmed, with only a trace of sympathy in his voice; girls often wanted things that they weren't allowed to have in their training, and just as often needed things they didn't want at first, and he was in no way unduly swayed by the quixotic emotional tempests of a young female whose sexual training he was responsible for, and who still had much to learn about her place in the world, and the proper use and purpose of her delectable body.

She knew better than to ask why, but she still held Dave's gaze a moment longer, and with a touch more reproach in her eyes, than was decent, and he cocked his brow sternly, his fiery mustache curling downward a little fiercely to let her know he was serious about correcting her behavior.

'Stay focused on your responsibilities, young lady—help Luca finish now.'

She dutifully, if begrudgingly, obeyed, using her best technique to try and please Luca and bring him to a wonderful orgasm, even though she knew her only reward would be getting to put his penis in her mouth in the first place, and I was certain I glimpsed a few furtive, sullen looks toward her mentor from the corners of her eyes as she let Luca hold her head and vigorously probe the back of her throat with his cock until he, too, pulled heartlessly away from her parched lips and uncomprehending eyes, and instead delivered his thick load of cream with a triumphant, relieved laugh into the beaker, where it joined Franco's semen and made an impressive effort to fill the little glass vessel.

As Luca came, Tavio shrugged his shoulders with a smile and began undoing his trousers.

'Normally I don't do this, but she is just too lovely,' he said to Dave. 'If it's alright with you, I'd like to add my own contribution—compliments of the house, of course.'

Dave and I laughed as Tavio pulled his meaty piece from his pants and stepped to his desk where Emily lay in a bit of a creamy daze after her work on the two boys, and he turned her head toward him with a firm hand and inserted his hard cock into her parted lips; her beautiful eyes grew wide and she immediately began suckling and nursing on his massive erection, her young, well-trained body instinctively going into action and perfectly fulfilling its rightful purpose in response to being used by the capable, mature penis of an eligible male.

It was clear that Tavio, though an accomplished and experienced girl trainer who had enjoyed handling many of the finest and most beautiful and talented young females our town had raised, was quite taken with the gentle Emily and her earnest, wholehearted yearning to be a desirable, pleasurable mate for the men who handled her, and his demeanor softened noticeably as she ministered ardently to his penis, her contented whimpers of pleasure and dutiful service harmonizing with his low growls of approval as he caressed her naked body and watched her try avidly, and ultimately futilely, to fit his entire, enormous penis in her mouth.

He shook his head at Dave and me in wondrous appreciation for her beauty and skill as she blushed a bright pink at his warm approval in front of her mentor, and he gently, somewhat reluctantly extricated his cock from her hands and mouth as he approached orgasm, smiling apologetically at her disappointment as she lay limply on her side, her head resting on the leather top of his desk, woefully licking her lips as she watched him launch a massive ejaculation into the glass, his powerful blasts of semen roiling and swirling the loads of Franco and Luca, and threatening to splash over the side as he groaned and emptied himself next to the wistful, naked, obedient girl whose sweet mouth he'd just used to bring himself to climax.

We helped the shaky Emily to her feet, and thanked Tavio and his employees for their assistance as we returned to the dining room and our table; Emily was glowing, and she thanked Dave profusely for her birthday present, though it was evident she was still a little disappointed and unclear on why she had not been allowed to take the cum she had worked so hard to coax from its respective penises, and which she was so thirsty for.

We had just sat down and begun consulting the menu, however—Dave choosing the steak and I the octopus, while Emily selected the lamb—when Tavio arrived again at our table with a giant smile, a folded towel and a tray of glassware on his arm.

'For the gentlemen,' he said, setting flutes of finely-bubbled Prosecco in front of Dave and me. 'And for the young lady—Padre's special Italian cream soda.'

He placed a tall glass of sparkling imported strawberry mineral water before her, and then retrieved from the tray an elegant crystal cruet filled with a heavy white cream.

Emily did a double-take, recognizing the contents of the little pitcher, and squealed in excitement as her eyes darted to each of us, pleading wordlessly that her hopes were correct.

Dave nodded and chuckled at her glee.

'Yes, Emily, sweet thing—you did a very good job extracting the special cream that makes Tavio's Italian sodas so delicious and nutritious for young girls, and now you'll get to enjoy his signature drink. Happy birthday, cutie,' he said indulgently, as Emily watched, spellbound, as Tavio expertly drizzled the stringy, thick white mixture of semen over the softly hissing pink surface of her strawberry soda with a flourish.

'This is from Franco, and Luca, and me, signorina; buon compleanno, and happy birthday, Miss Emily; salud,' Tavio said, giving the cruet a flamboyant little shake to deliver a last, extra-gooey bit from where it clung to the spout as the three voluminous loads of cum, each slightly different in its consistency and color, swirled in marbelized ribbons of ivory and white betwixt the ice cubes and bubbles behind the dripping condensation of Emily's glass, and she bit her lower lip in eager anticipation as she admired the results of her hard work and training being used by a culinary master to create such a beautiful and unique treat for her enjoyment.

We encouraged her to drink up, and she took a large sip, her eyes widening with delight as she tasted the strawberry's sweetness offset by the earthy, salty tones of the fresh Italian semen, and she giggled as she felt the bubbles dancing about her mouth and happily imagined the countless millions of tiny sperm she had coaxed from the three beautiful penises she had been allowed to play with that were now swimming and swirling around her teeth and tongue, and she again felt a flush of wetness fill the intimate space between her cunny lips as she sat on a linen napkin in her chair in the restaurant and realized how expertly Dave was guiding her as his trainee.

She looked up to see Tavio beaming at her as he admired her understated beauty and delicate poise, and she felt a sudden, unexpected sense of warmth and intimacy with him as their eyes met and they both thought, at the exact same moment that she swallowed a thirsty gulp of soda, of how much of the rich, viscous seminal fluid she was drinking was his; and she was once again deeply grateful for Dave's efforts to expose her to kind, expert girl-handlers who made her feel safe, and generously taught her the many ways she was capable of bringing them pleasure, and she solemnly promised herself she would never, ever do anything to disappoint her mentor for as long as he was willing to spend his valuable time and energy in teaching her.

Once we'd eaten our delicious lunch, and Emily had finished her nourishing beverage while we watched to ensure she drained every last drop of precious cum from the bottom of the glass, and she primly gathered a last stray stringy glop of someone's semen from her lips into her mouth with her tongue, Dave pressed a generous tip from him and me for the boys into Tavio's hand, and we departed for the hotel.

The Rylsky was a fancy place a few blocks from the restaurant, and our comfortable nineteenth-floor suite was lushly furnished, and decorated with a lovely selection of erotic and nude art featuring beautiful young girls; it opened onto a balcony with splendid views of the city and the bay, and Emily danced nakedly to the railing and leaned over, her round backside a wonderful addition to the already lovely vista.

She spun around and leaned sensuously against the railing, her breasts glowing in the sun, her eyes shining with happiness for everything that had happened in her wonderful day so far, and in anticipation for everything that was yet to come, and I took a moment to enjoy her beauty as Dave poured him and me a scotch from the bar.

'Come here, Emily,' I said, and as she happily complied, I took her in my arms and kissed her, my hands wandering hungrily over her body as Dave waited with my glass and chuckled in mock puzzlement.

'Well gosh, what shall we do now?' He said.

I sat down on the bench at the foot of the giant four-poster king bed and stood Emily in front of me so I could better admire her body, and I ran my hands down over her full breasts and across her tummy, and ruffled her soft little scruff with my fingers, making her purr as she looked down at me with the sweetest look of willing desire on her face as she stood stock-still so I could touch her where and how I wanted, admirably controlling her urge to leap into my lap and rub her needy, naked body all over me.

'Well, I've been hungry all day for this little vagina,' I said, taking a sip of my whiskey as I grasped her clitoral hood gently between my thumb and finger and tugged upward on it so I could examine her clitoris, which was delightfully pink and full as it glistened beneath a heavy coat of her nectar. 'And I've been so looking forward to finding out what she tastes like. I think Emily needs to lie down on the bed and open her legs and show me her cunny so I can inspect it fully, and can take my time lapping up the sweet juices she's been secreting so abundantly all afternoon, and I can observe how she responds to having her different bits sucked and nibbled on.'

Emily suddenly let out a strange, sobbing moan, and she closed her legs and pulled away from my hand with a look of panic. The ice in Dave's glass clinked as he set it firmly down on the walnut sideboard.

'Emily, I'm disappointed in you,' he said, as she covered her pussy with one hand and her mouth, in alarm at the entire situation and her role in it, with the other, and looked at Dave with embarrassment and defeat. 'What on earth are you doing? I thought we were past this.'

It was clear that even with how well she'd been doing in her lessons, and even after spending so much of the day nude, Emily still struggled with comfortably allowing me to fully enjoy her vagina; there was something so extraordinarily intimate for this girl in letting men view and inspect and eat her cunny that it literally stopped her in her tracks, though she was aroused and compliant in every other respect, and it was unfortunate that at this late hour, she still felt too abashed to willingly offer me full access to her private parts.

'I'm SO sorry, Mr. Stevenson—I'm SO sorry, Mr. Kendrick, sir—I know I shouldn't have pulled away—please, can't I just suck on your penises instead? I don't know what happened—I'm so sorry—I—I—I like you, Mr. Stevenson—a lot, sir—and I just got so scared all of a sudden when you decided it was time to—to enjoy my vagina—and I know you have the right to, sir—'

Dave stopped her with a raised hand, his voice disappointed at Emily's stumble as he spoke to me.

'This is the kind of thing we've been working on, Stevenson, and you can see it's been a process. Helping her focus and simply comply, and trust that her handlers will appreciate and take care of her body properly has been the main goal; still, however, even though she knows better, that unfortunate display just now can't be overlooked.'

I agreed; there was simply no excuse for a girl to pull away from a man and hide her genitals while in a lesson; and if nothing else, as her current sexual trainers, we had a responsibility both to deal with her misstep for her own good, as well as to the other eligible men who would handle her in the future to ensure that they weren't inconvenienced by her lack of discipline when they chose to enjoy her body—that was just good girl-training etiquette.

Dave looked at Emily.

'Sweet girl, we'll need to address this issue before we can proceed with your birthday lesson,' he said seriously, as her eyes quailed with contrition for her lack of poise, and apprehension at her due consequences. 'However, since it is your birthday, and you have been very good so far today, I am going to let you choose how you would like to be corrected and trained today. Miss Emily, would you prefer to be spanked, or tied up?'

Emily waited not an instant before fervently casting her vote for the latter, and Dave nodded knowingly, and began removing his necktie, indicating that I should do the same.

'I expected you would,' he said, turning to me. 'Sometimes all a girl needs to reset her behavior is a few sharp smacks on the behind, of course, but I try to be sparing with the pain when training Emily, though she has left me with no other option a few times—she seems to respond very well, however, to having it made inescapably clear that she has no choice in the matter; and restraining her for a while at the start of a lesson can help actually help her relax and submit fully to whatever she needs to being taught.'

I loosened my tie and pulled it from my collar, beckoning to Emily, who stood blushing as she twisted her lovely naked little body about and contemplated her fate.

'Come over here, Emily,' I said. 'Give me your wrists.'

She stepped forward and took her place in front of me with all the regal self-possession of a princess as she submitted to her remedial lesson, disappointing and embarrassing as it was to have committed such an egregious, ill-mannered faux pas in front of her mentor, and on her birthday of all days, and serenely crossed her hands one over the other, offering her delicate wrists to me like a good girl so I could bind her, her shining eyes begging me not to hurt her.

I crossed my necktie over and around her wrists with practiced ease, gazing into her wide jasper eyes as I cinched the soft silk securely to ensure she could not escape, and leaving a long tail on the knot as she quietly watched me work until Dave, standing close behind her, gently removed her glasses.

I held the tail of my tie close, keeping a firm rein on her bound hands and smiling reassuringly at her and soothingly petting her full breasts, which were squeezed together invitingly and bounteously between her arms, her aching nipples presented beautifully, until she fell into darkness as Dave deftly positioned the wide end of his tie over her eyes and tied it around her head, blindfolding her, and paying no heed to her whimpers of aroused contrition.