Balls Deep

One hard final slam and Cassie's hips smack against my face as she buries herself to the hilt. My eyes flutter as she pushes my head down hard, holding me in place as her balls rest against my lips. “Fucking take it, you stupid faggot cum-dump!”

The first rope of her cum pumps into my throat as she snarls the words, and I have little choice but to do as Cassie orders. I stroke her cock with the muscles of my throat as I swallow. Moaning loudly, I grind my tongue hard along her underside.

“That's it, fucking worthless little faggot slut!” Cassie snarls the words with a mix of lust and rage, as jet after jet pulses in my lower throat. “This is all you're good for, you dumb, filthy little whore!” I shudder in humiliation, my eyes fluttering.

She holds my head down hard, forcing me to hold my breath as I swallow around her, until the pulsation stops and Cassie heaves a breath. Her muscles flex against me, and I lift my hands, patting her thighs gently to ask her to let me breathe.

“Hhoo, fuuck,” Cassie hisses, pulling my head up slowly as she draws her hips back, raising on the balls of her feet even as she vacates my throat. “Holy fuck. I am so sorry, faggot!” She looks down at me, seeing my eyes have watered a little bit.

“Whew, that was ... awesome ... but, fuck,” she swears, flexing her fingers and relaxing them, then brushing my hair back, brushing tears from my eyes from how hard she went, “Sorry, fag. Kind of really lost control for a little bit, just there ...”

“Thank you, Misses Grennan,” Cassie says, looking from me to Mom as she pulls her cock fully from my mouth, “I'll try to come around regularly from now on. I mean, I'm old enough to come visit, not just stay a penpal from across town, now.”

“You're welcome, Cassie, dear,” Mom says permissively, unbothered by the fact that Cassie skull-fucked me so cruelly and so hard that my eyes watered. “The faggot spoke fondly of you from your summer camp days, and from the letters, after.”

Cassie's cheeks warm as she looks down at me, watching me gently dry her cock with my hair, unashamed. She watches as I tuck her back into her underclothes, pressing a palm against her meat to suppress it while I draw her zipper up for her.

“Good boy, faggot,” Cassie praises me as I button the button for her, “Have a nice dinner, Misses Grennan!” She says, then strokes my hair gently before quickly retreating to get back, though we're likely her last delivery of the night for her job.

Once Mom closes the front door, she turns and jerks her head toward the kitchen.

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