Holstered

As she stands over me, I look up at her quietly, sucking her cock as she rides my face, controlling my head. All I can do is suck, to the best of my ability, until her cock starts to pulse. My eyes flutter, but the reprogramming keeps me kneeling.

Amy continues riding my mouth slow and gentle, for a few more unrelenting strokes, before pushing in deeper than ever. As I kneel in brainless submission, Amy bucks her hips, forcing her nuts into my mouth. “Suck my balls, now, fucking fag.”

I moan obediently, vibrating the cock now lodged completely in my throat, stretching it obscenely. Her cock pulses hard, as I nurse on her balls, swallowing instinctively on her prick. Thick pulses of cum shoot into my lower throat as I comply.

“That's it, faggot, take it as if it's all you're good for now,” Amy coos the words with arousal, as I kneel mindlessly, sucking her balls as commanded. My eyes stare blindly at her hips, and trimmed hair, pressed firmly against them as she unloads.

For a few minutes, I can't breathe, can only take it as her cum pumps into me. Finally, Amy rolls her hips backwards, and holds my head in place as she withdraws. I moan and then breathe in as soon as I'm allowed, my belly heavy with her cum.

“Fucking wonderful,” Amy purrs happily, looking down at me, drying her balls and her nuts in my hair, before putting her cock back in her shorts, zipping and buttoning up, “So fucking tempted to keep you like this forever. This was amazing.”

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