“Fucking tightened!”

Amy groans her answer, “Made his mouth and throat into a vibrating vise!” I moan louder, an affirmation and an entreaty, for my best friend. Her fingers slide down into my hair, and she pushes my head back down onto her cock, wanting more.

Twice more, Amy shoves my head down after letting me rise, before her hand leaves my hair. I push myself to maintaining the rhythm she set. I clamp my mouth and throat around her, moaning on each rise, then make fast, hard, slamming dive.

I hold onto her thighs, my arms looping underneath them, to steady myself to serve her. Above me, I can hear her sighing, as I remain focused on her cock. Bobbing my head hard and fast, I grunt softly as I knock the back of my head on the table.

Amy's hand jerks back down under the table and to the top of my head, as she hisses. She forces me to slow back down, by applying pressure, “Easy, slut. I don't want you hurting yourself in my service. Keep your pace manageable, my sunshine.”

My eyes flutter and my cheeks warm, but Amy's hand remains firm. A soft, warm, gentle buffer between the underside of the hardwood table and the back of my head, her fingers caress my scalp. “That's better. There's my good little faggot.”

I moan lovingly, my mouth moving up and down as I work to earn the last formal serving of my lunch. Above me, they're eating theirs, and I won't receive any of that, either way, but I should finish my meal before they have finished their meal.

“You all right, slut?” Amy asks, and since I cannot take her cock out of my mouth, or even slide far enough up to speak, I offer her a loud Mm-Hm. “Good.” I can feel her cock start to pulse, as she answers, her hand remaining on my head, now.

“There you go, slut, keep eating,” Amy purrs the word, until my mouth slows to a halt at her crown. I've learned enough, by now, to recognise how close she is. As my tongue caresses her crown, the first jet of her cream pulses into my mouth.

I freeze immediately, holding position entirely, letting Amy feed me. Swallowing three times before she's done, I slide my lips back to her hilt. Once more, I clamp my mouth and throat tight around her, swallowing four times before I slowly lift.

Drawing out the last vestiges of her cream, I lick it lovingly from her crown, then slip my mouth off her. She sighs softly as I do, and I gently blow on her until her meat is dried. Once she's clean and dry, I tuck her away neatly, showing deference.

“Are you still hungry, faggot?” Amy asks, immediately, “I can order you another serving of milk, or you can have dessert. You'll have dessert, either way, slut, this isn't a binary choice. I just wanna know if you need more milk before dessert.”

“I think I'm ready for dessert, Amy,” I answer, and she hums an affirmation, “Thank you, Amy.” Her hand strokes gently in my hair, showing how my Amy thinks about me, the way she still unmistakably feels about me. That much hasn't changed.

“Of course, my sweet sunshine slut,” Amy answers, before raising her voice, and I can envision her raising her hand, as she does so, “Rikuto!” Two minutes later, I can see him approach, or, at the minimum, a familiar pair of legs and shoes coming.

“Hey, guys, how's everybody doing?” he asks, “Would your boy like another serving of milk? I'm happy to offer him a free serving.” Pensive hums follow, before Amy strokes my hair back with her hand, and touches her soles against my thighs.

“What do you say, whore? Would you like a free serving of milk?” Amy asks. I answer by turning to Rikuto and reaching. When he feels my hands touching him, he steps the last little bit forward, to put his hips against the table for my comfort.

I unbutton him, then unzip, freeing his cock from his pants for the second time. His warm, scented musk reaches my nose, once more, and I quickly wrap my lips around him. He's hard, already, which makes it easy for me to get immediately to it.

“He's eating, now. Are you three done with your meal, or?” Rikuto asks, maintaining high discipline and professionalism, even as I suck his cock. I slide my mouth down to his hilt, bobbing my head fast and hard, eager for another serving of his.

“We are ready to order dessert, actually,” Amy says, “You can tell the chef that we greatly enjoyed our pizza. Probably an immediate favourite for all of us. My boy would've liked it, a lot, too, were he allowed to eat the same as the rest of us eat.”

“You needn't worry, Madame,” Rikuto reassures her, “I can affirm for you right now that he feels very happy to be eating from me. I'm sure he'll miss normal food, as I understand it most like him do, but he seems uncommonly happy with this.”

“So, have you decided what you want for dessert?” Rikuto prompts.

“Yes,” Amy says, “I'd like a slice of your specialty cheesecake, with the elderberry topping, and also a serving of your dark chocolate mousse. Please ask the chef to decorate the mousse with his cream, if you would, as a special treat for my slut.”

“Can do, Madame!” Rikuto answers, writing it down above me, as I continue bobbing my head on his cock, “And you two?”

“We've discussed it among ourselves, and we'd like two slices of your house specialty carrot cake, please,” Enzo answers.

“The nut-free one, please. Just the carrots and raisins,” Juno specifies, and Rikuto hums an affirmation to the clarification, and I can imagine he'd be nodding. “Also, are you allowed to fuck a cock slave's mouth, or are you required to just ... ?”

“Unfortunately, not allowed to feed him aggressively, Madame,” Rikuto answers, “However, I will let my manager know we had a table that requested it. Current policy prevents me granting that request, but I shall inform him of the request.”

“Excellent,” Juno answers, and I envision her nodding, “Thank you, Rikuto.” For my part, I simply continue worshipping Rikuto's cock with my mouth, bobbing my head fast and hard. My hands on his hips to steady me, I take him to the hilt.