“Johann Basker,”

the man introduces himself, “I am a man with an interest in cock slaves. I am curious. Did you train this one, yourselves, or is he a natural-born slut? I mean, I realise he must a volunteer, obviously, or you'd not be taking him out in public.”

“He's in an experimental, trial period,” Juno answers, as my lips slide down her cock, taking her to the hilt, “He's taking a week to decide if this is the life he wants. If it is ... well, he won't be for sale, per se, albeit we will share him with friends.”

“Of course, only natural,” the man answers affably, “and while I am interested in him, it is not as a ... prospective buyer. Think of me more as an aficionado, an admirer of what I am seeing. I would be very interested in having one of my own.”

​“Are you at all familiar with hypnosis?” Johann asks, casually talking over the sound of me moaning on my little sister's cock as I stroke Amy. I quietly continue to bob my head on Juno's cock, caressing her meat with my lips and my tongue.

“I am, actually!” Amy answers, “I am an aspiring hypnotist. I plan to make my first attempt at mental reprogramming in about a week, or thereabouts. The law requires proof of capability in both sides of hypnosis for permanent accreditation.”

“So I have learned, from recent research into it,” Johann answers, “May I give you my phone number, and request you call me when you receive accreditation? I have a candidate I believe would volunteer, and I am more than willing to pay you.”

“Yes, absolutely,” Amy says, and I can recognise her muted enthusiasm, “I would be absolutely content to call you when I obtain my certificate of authorisation.” As they talk, I grind my tongue against the Juno's sensitive frenulum, then dive.

“Here you are, Miss?” Johann says.

“Amelia Goodheart. Friends call me Amy,” she replies, as my fingers slide down to her hilt as my lips wrap around Juno's, before gliding delicately back up again. I flex my tongue forcefully against the underside of my little sister's thick phallus.

“Very good. Thank you, Miss Goodheart,” Johann answers, “and I look forward to hearing from you.” I can hear him stand, but I don't look. Amy and the twins are being very permissive, acknowledging me, permitting me to moan and enjoy them.

That doesn't mean I get to take my mouth off a cock once I've started working toward part of my lunch. I can hear him, all the same, behind me, then his voice, low, probably around the same level as me, “He's very good at maintaining his focus.”

“Well,” his voice rises, “Thank you for allowing me to sneak a peek at your slut friend, and taking my number. I need to be on my way, now, but I'm very glad I stayed long enough for dessert.” Soon, I hear footsteps that tell me the man is leaving.

Then, different, lighter footsteps, and the sound of something being set down on the table. A moment later, Rikuto's soft, warm voice reaches my ears, “All right, here's your pizza, and your drinks. Just in the event that you should need them.”

“Thank you, Rikuto,” Amy replies, and I can imagine her giving him her best charming smile, “we will let you know if we'd like anything else. If this slut's still hungry after he's finished, may we ask you for a second serving of milk for him, too?”

“Absolutely,” Rikuto answers immediately, “I have occasionally had tables that weren't able to fully satisfy their associated cock slave, due to not having enough cock for their dietary needs. I would be more than happy to offer a second serving.”

“Excellent!” Amy answers, her tone openly appreciative, “Thank you so much. I will let you know if he's still hungry after he finishes eating.” Even as they speak, my mouth continues to slide on Juno's thick shaft, until I feel her starting to pulse.

Her fingers slip into my hair, curling into a firm grasp, as she pulls my head up. She arches her spine and adjusts her hips, pulling her cock out of my mouth until only the crown remains. I smile around her, lovingly caressing her crown, now.

Soon, Juno's cream is pumping into my mouth, as I slowly stroke Amy to keep her ready for me. I swallow hungrily, as my little sister fills my mouth with her milk, in long, heavy ropes. When she pushes my head down, I moan for Juno's benefit.

I tighten my lips when they reach her hilt, and I swallow hard, a few times. As I milk her cock with my throat, Juno sighs, softly, above me, the sound coloured with her voice in a tone of utter bliss. “Gods, I love you, you wonderful little slut.”

“Love you, too, Juno,” I answer, as soon as she pulls my mouth off her cock completely. I kiss her cock reverently before I tuck her back into her clothes, buttoning and zipping. Then I turn to Amy, and her thighs part wide as she invites me in.

I scoot between her thighs, licking her from her hilt to her crown, to take in the taste of her cock. My eyes focused on her meat, I kiss the crown, then close my eyes and slide down. Above me, Amy sighs in pleasure, because of the food, and me.

Moaning happily at her flavour on my tongue, I slide my lips down to her hilt, and tighten my mouth. She groans, above me, as I flex my tongue hard against the underside of her shaft, gripping her cock as hard as I can as I moan around her.

“Fuck!” Amy moans in pleasure, “Excellent new trick, faggot!” Her voice is a low growl, because she can't belt that out in a public restaurant. Even in one like this, such a belt would be considered inconsiderately loud, at the barest minimum.