In My Mouth

“Fuck, this faggot is so good!” Miss hisses with pleasure as my mouth moves up and down her cock, sliding along her meat. She groans when my mouth slides off her to return to Sir, and he pulls my hair, moving his hand to his cock, and stroking.

Soon, both of them push their crowns into my mouth, cinching my lips with their fingers. Thick pulses of cum pump into my mouth and onto my tongue as Sir groans, “Here you go, faggot, here's your reward for being such a good cock whore.”

“Swallow, faggot, here's an early dinner for you!” Miss says, and I obediently start swallowing. Between the two of them, it's more than Amy unloaded into me, by a fair margin. Thick cream floods my stomach as my lungs will with their scents.

When they're finally done, the twins wipe their crowns on my lower lip. I lick my lips and swallow the last of it, and they smile down at me, satisfied. “Fuck, this faggot is wonderful. Really wish we could keep it forever. That would be amazing.”

“We should wake him up before we go get ready,” Miss says, and Sir nods, motioning, “You don't mind me waking him?”

“I can do it, next time,” he says, “If Amy puts him under like this for us again. If not, I can find some excuse to kick him.”

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Author's Note:
At this point, the story continues in Chapter 9: Yes.
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