Balls Deep

Finally, Amy can't restrain herself any further. Her hips snap against my face one last time with a loud and painful crack, and stop. Her balls press against my lower lip, as her thick meat pulses in my throat, obstructing my airway and my sight.

All I can see is the trimmed hair and her soft, light skin. As her cock pulses, thick streams of cum pump into my throat in sequence. Kneeling in mindless submission, I don't bother to count. Amy simply sighs, “Swallow so you don't drown, fag.”

I immediately swallow the cum accumulated in my throat, and then start to swallow in time with her pulses. My stomach slowly fills with her cum, not all the way, but enough that morning hunger fades. She holds my head firmly as she cums.

She pulls back just enough to let me breathe, before pushing back in, continuing to unload inside my throat, using me as a literal cum-dump. I kneel in silent obedience, swallowing and taking it, mindless and reprogrammed how Amy saw fit.

Finally, the pulsing stops, and she steps back. Her cock slides out of my mouth and I breathe in, my lungs filling with her scent. The taste of her cock coats my tongue, as my eyes flutter and I look up at her. She smiles. “There's my good faggot.”

I smile as she pulls her shorts back up, stowing her sated prick back in her underclothes. I watch her face as she buttons, then zips, and straightens her shirt for good measure. She never stops looking down at me, and finally nods.

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Author's Note:

At this point, the story has a convergence at Chapter 5: “Deactivate.”
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