Holstered

As Gabrielle's vigourous pace reaches an urgent crescendo, yanking my head forward harder. Her hips slam harder against my face, as I feel her starting to pulse in my throat. Every stroke more brutal than the last, finally, Gabby holsters herself.

Her balls shove into my mouth and suppress my tongue, her entire thick cock buried from hilt to crown inside my throat. My mindless eyes stare blankly at her hips, feeling her cock pulsing in my throat. “That's it, faggot, swallow on my cock!”

I immediately swallow, obedient as my programming demands, caressing her cock with the muscles of my throat. I can't smile with her using me as a cock-holster, but I nurse gently on her balls, licking her jewels to show her my appreciation.

“Fuck, yes, faggot! Suck my balls!” I moan submissively in compliance, vibrating the pulsing prick in my throat as I start to actively suck. Her cock erupts in my throat, pulsing so hard my throat swells around her with every pulse of seed into me.

I swallow continuously, simply taking it as Gabrielle uses me as her current cum dump. I don't think about anything, my mind blank and focused only on her pleasure, as programmed. I stare blankly, swallowing, taking her load into my belly.

For a little more than two minutes, she pulses. Her load isn't as big as Amy's, but it's still remarkable, and I feel it inside my stomach. When she pulls out slowly, I breathe in, just as soon as her prick leaves my throat. “That's it, fag. Breathe.”

I smile around her cock as she pulls it out, looking up at her as she uses my hair to dry her cock off, and then slides it back into her shorts. I watch her zip up and button, staring down at me with a smirk of satisfaction decorating her pretty face.

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The story continues in Chapter 9: Yes, with Gabby waking me up.