Fellatio

“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.”

“Suck my cock, faggot!” she orders as my eyes flutter and I recover.

“Of course!” I answer, smiling, as my eyes focus immediately on her cock. I lean forward, wrapping my soft lips around it, closing my eyes and sliding down. I begin to bob my head, sucking her cock lovingly, as if it's the most natural thing ever.

Her fingers card through my dark hair as I moan softly for her pleasure. I bob slow, grinding my tongue on the underside, as my lips slide up her shaft. She's my best friend, she's horny, she needs her cock sucked. Obviously that means I should!

What kind of best friend would I be, even, if I just let her suffer with unattended wood? I look up at her, finding her blue eyes focused on me. She's smiling at me, visibly content, as I bob my head. I lift my hands to her hips, to steady myself.

“That's it, faggot, suck my dick,” she almost coos the words. I smile happily around her cock, giving her a thumb's up with one hand as I continue working my mouth down her thick pole. I take it to the hilt, moaning and swallowing around her.

“Good fag,” she sighs happily, stroking my scalp with her fingers as my lips reach her base. “Fuck, I fucking love this ...” My lips slide up her shaft, and I grind my tongue up the underside, breathing in, her musk flooding my lungs as I slide up.

I grind my tongue along the sensitive strip of her frenulum, before rolling my tongue around the crown. Then I slide back down again, bobbing my head slow, smooth. Amy strokes my scalp delicately, caressing my skin. “That's it, faggot. Suck.”

“Just like that. Nice and slow, there's my good little fag,” she purrs the words happily as I moan on her cock, offering up pleasurable vibrations on her meat. The praise, the pet name, the sound of her contentment, it's all just music to my ears.

I can taste the slick sweetness of her blossoming yearning on my tongue. The faint hint of a pulse, though as I look up at her, she's not rushing me, just letting me service her. She bites her lip as she looks down at me. “Wait. Not yet, fag. Stop.”

I freeze mindlessly, her cock partway into my mouth, but not in my throat. My eyes remain focused on hers as I hold my place, my tongue cradling her meat. Amy bites her lip harder as she looks down at me, “Fuck. I want to keep you like this.”

“Suck, faggot,” she commands, after waiting until her pulsing stopped completely. I immediately resume the bobbing of my head, grinding my tongue and sucking hard. For a few more minutes, Amy watches as I lovingly service her arousal.

Then, the pulsing returns with a fierce urgency, and Amy's fingers flex in my hair, but she doesn't yank or clamp down. Instead, Amy hisses, pulling her hips back, “Close your eyes, faggot!”

My eyes snap shut, and I hear her stroking herself hard and fast as her prick leaves my mouth.