Cock Worship

“Now show me how thankful you are to have a best friend that could reprogram you, faggot,” Amy says, leaning back and propping herself up on one elbow, “Worship this fucking dick until I cum. You'll serve on command and work to earn it.”

I moan softly in answer, licking Amy's cock from the base to the crown, purring happily as she controls me. I kiss my way down her shaft, then roll my tongue lovingly around her balls, before sliding it back up to her crown, and circle it slowly.

“That's it, faggot,” Amy sighs in satisfaction, one hand on my head and the other splayed on the porch as she leans back to simply enjoy the cock slave she created. I moan softly in appreciation against her, offering sensual vibrations to her meat.

“You love this, don't you, faggot?” she asks, her eyes focused on mine as I continue licking. I smile in answer to her calling me that, as I've been programmed to, but I nod.

“Mm-Hmm,” I answer, “You knew me better than I did.” I kiss my way down to her balls, once more, before dragging my soft tongue back to her crown. I grind the tip of my tongue against her sensitive frenulum, knowing how to work a cock.

“Of course I did,” she replies, “It's a best friend's job to know what you need and how to help you get where you belong.” Amy sighs, stroking my scalp affectionately with her fingers, remaining reclined, propped on an elbow to watch me serve.

“And this is exactly where you belong, faggot,” she assures me, “This is where you've always been destined to end up, fag.” I moan softly against her cock, as I kiss my way back down her shaft, worshipping her, showing her my genuine gratitude.

“Mm-Hmm,” I answer, drawing my tongue up along her cock, kissing the crown, “Thank you, Amy. You gave me what I've been deserving all along.” She continues stroking my hair while I work my way down her, soft kisses on every millimetre.

“You're welcome, faggot,” Amy says, before her hand pulls away and she simply lays back, ignoring me now as I continue to work her meat with my lips and tongue. “I bet you'd love to have it in your mouth right now, wouldn't you, you slut?”

It's a rhetorical question, but I moan an affirmation, regardless, as my brain rewires to tell me she expects a response even if my response doesn't matter. She sighs, and purrs in pleasure as my lips caress their way down her thick cock once more.

“Such an honest little faggot,” she praises, folding her arms underneath her head and letting me simply do my job for her. I lick my way up the crown, feeling her heat building, knowing she's not even trying to make this last, so she'll cum soon.

“Hmm, where should I cum, this morning ...” Amy hums contemplatively. That's not a question, and my brain rewires to be warning me I might get slapped if I dare offer a suggestion. I'm a fag, which means they're free to slap me if I misbehave.

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