Cock Worship

“Mm, just like that,” Amy sighs in pleasure as my tongue slides up her shaft, drawing all the way up to her crown. I kiss her crown gently, moaning softly against her meat as I kiss my way back down to her balls. I take a slow breath, blinking.

“Amy, what'm I do- ... ?”

“Ugh, open core process!” Amy growls, and my body immediately freezes. My lips fall open and she rolls her hips, sliding in, driving herself to the hilt and pushing my head down. She bucks her hips firmly, pushing her balls firmly onto my tongue.

“From now on, when I have my cock out, you will enter a docile and submissive state as my faggot,” she intones, as I kneel in mindless silence, her balls on my tongue, her cock holstered down my throat, “Flick your tongue to confirm command.”

My tongue flexes underneath her balls, caressing them as she sighs in satisfaction. “Good. Once you enter this state, you'll remain in this state until I have been sated. When I am satisfied, I will say deactivate, and you will have no memory of use.”

I flex my tongue in mindless confirmation once more. She pulls out slowly, sliding her balls from my mouth, and her meat from my throat. As it slides back out of my mouth completely, Amy sighs, looking down at me, sighing, “Close core process.”

“Get to work, faggot,” she says, as I blink rapidly and stare at her cock. Then I smile obediently and lean forward, licking it from the base to the crown again. She rests one hand on her hip, the other on the back of my head, watching as I worship.

I draw my tongue along her meat, licking up, kissing my way down, and licking another stripe up her prick in a somewhat different angle. She strokes my scalp casually, relaxing, “That's it, faggot. Lick your Mistress' prick like a good little slut.”

Seeing no reason I should be doing anything else, I moan lovingly, smiling up at her submissively. She maintains her eye contact on me, blue eyes focused on mine as I lick and kiss her meat. I can feel the heat bubbling inside of her, like a fire.

Above me, Amy arches her spine until it pops, her modest breasts swaying a little as she does, but she doesn't shove it in my mouth. Her eyes leave me, looking up at the ceiling as she sighs, then looks back down at me, smiling in satisfaction.

“Fuck, this is awesome!” she says, obviously to herself even though she's looking directly at me. I don't respond, because I know she's not offering me conversation. I simply continue to lick her shaft, worshipping her like she's a living goddess.

“You like this, don't you, faggot?” she asks. I moan in mindless affirmation, smiling as she calls me a faggot again. I don't know why I never realised it before, but that's a wonderful compliment. I lick her cock firmly, pressing my tongue hard.

I grind the tip of my tongue against the soft, sensitive strip of flesh at the underside of her crown, and she growls loudly with arousal. I kiss my way down, licking her balls, then licking my way back up the side of her cock, ignoring that spot.

I roll my tongue around the crown, inside, circling slow until I can grind the tip of my tongue against her soft, sensitive frenulum, once more. She growls louder, fingers flexing in my hair, tightening and relaxing, “That's it, you little faggot!”

I smile, mindlessly content with what she's calling me as I continue to worship her thick shaft. I can taste her arousal on my tongue, now, the sweet, lubricating slime of that tells me she's getting closer to a powerful release intended for me.

“Fuck, I'm tempted to just keep you like this, fucking faggot whore!” she snarls with arousal, her muscles flexing hard, tensing, as she resists temptation. I continue worshipping her meat, brainlessly devoted, oblivious to what she means.

“Fucking, yes!” she snarls louder, as her cock starts to pulse, her hand snapping from her hip to grab her hilt quickly.

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