Holstered

“Young Mister Carter took it exactly the same way,” Miss Curtis tells me as she pulls my hair, “So desperate for my cock, he studied so hard and so dutifully, just so I would spank him and tell him to shut up because I'd use him however I want.”

Even as she speaks, Miss Curtis pulls my head by my hair, dragging my mouth up to the crown of her pulsing cock. Vibrant eyes focused on me, she pushes my mouth down onto her crown. “This is really what you deserve, and you know it, slut.”

Then, with one hard shove and a brutal thrust of her hips, Miss Curtis slams my head down. Her entire cock vanishes into my mouth in a heartbeat before her balls shove into my mouth. My eyes flutter, but I needn't be told what she wants, now.

My tongue flexes wide underneath her balls, and I swallow, my throat stroking her from hilt to helm. I hold my breath and suck dutifully on her jewels, focusing my eyes on the flesh in front of me. My world narrowed to serving as her receptacle.

Dense cream pumps into the lowest quarter of my throat, as Miss Curtis releases a long, low sigh of contentment. Her grip turns gentle, and she strokes her fingers through my hair. “Mm, that's a good boy, faggot. You know just what you're for.”

I remain silent, swallowing around her length as she debases me and feeds me in equal measure. For a little under two full minutes, Miss Curtis pumps her heavy release into me, in long, thick ropes. My eyes close, and I simply savour the feeling.

When the pulses finish, she leaves me with her cock lodged hilt-deep in my throat, her balls on my tongue. I swallow once, then twice, with her inside me, before she pulls my hair taut. Miss Curtis drags my mouth up her cock, slowly but steadily.

I moan soft and sweet, letting the air finally vacate my lungs on the way up. I breathe in, inhaling the aroma of her musk, as soon as my airways are unblocked. My eyes flutter up, renewing eye contact, as she simply watches with a serene smile.

“You are a highly satisfactory slut, little whore,” Miss Curtis commends me, in the same tone she used to praise my work. Earnest, reassuring, and now ruined forever in my head, having heard her use it to praise my service of her massive cock.

My cheeks slowly heat to a warm pink, as her cock continues to retreat. I blow on her length, once it leaves my mouth, to dry her shaft in a pleasurable way. She watches me, smiling with satisfaction, as I tuck her into her underclothes, neatly.

I press my palm against her thick girth, compressing her meat, protecting her from metal teeth as I zip her up. Once I'm sure she's clear, I slip my hand up out from underneath it, and neatly button the top. Miss Curtis nods, and then smiles.

“Very good. Very considerate of you, faggot,” Miss Curtis nods, then looks back to Mom, “You have an excellent faggot. Thank you for permitting me to make use of him.” She bids farewell to Mom, but not to me, before she turns and leaves.

Mom jerks her head, and I move to obey the unspoken command.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 23: Family Dinner.