Slowly

“Faster slut! I’m getting close!”

“Yes mistress.”

This had been the third time she asked you to blow her today. Only a week into classes beginning and you were perpetually exhausted in one way or another. If it wasn’t the classes you had signed up for, it was Mistress Rachel and her nearly insatiable libido. You had done your best to keep up with her, sucking her off to wake her up every day at 7:00 for her 8:00 class, bathing her in the communal showers that the dorm had, carrying her bags to class alongside your own, and cleaning up her cum in her quest to seemingly fuck every non-futa on campus with her friends.

The upside was the Asian girl in the stockades: every day from noon to 3:00 she would be out there, her plaque always reading “Volunteer (extra credit)”, and you would be there every day that you were allowed. Sometimes fucking her pussy, sometimes her mouth. On your fourth day back you learned her name was Christa, and that one of her moms worked at Futa U as a professor. After cumming in her mouth one day she explained to you she didn’t want to look like she was getting an easy treatment for her connections, so she volunteered here.

Back to the present, you were sucking your mistress off as she was talking with a couple of her Legacy Scholar friends in the room with slaves of their own servicing then in a similar manner. She grabs the back of your head in a now familiar reaction, knowing what comes next you relax your throat fully and feel the warm, sticky fluid pump down it.