Double Fellatio

“So, what do you think?” Sir asks Miss. Miss rolls her shoulders, looking down at me, their cocks standing proudly in front of my face, then back at him.

“It'll take us a couple hours to get off, either way, may as well enjoy it,” she replies, “We can just relax and allow him to do all the work sucking us both.” She looks down at me, then her hand snaps out, slapping my face to turn it toward her cock.

“You're going to suck our cocks for a while, now, faggot,” Miss commands. I smile as she calls me that, listening, until Sir's hand slaps me, turning my face toward his cock. My eyes focus on his cock, not bothering to look up at either one, now.

“You're going to stroke the cock you're not sucking on, fag,” Sir orders, and I nod, smiling. Miss slaps me again, forcing me to focus on her cock again. I don't resist, mindless and smiling on my knees, as my younger siblings slap me a few times.

“Start with mine, faggot,” Miss commands. I immediately lean forward and wrap my mouth around her cock, sliding down to the hilt as my hand lifts. I curl my fingers around Sir's cock, stroking him slowly as I start to bob my head on Miss' rod.

“That's it, faggot,” Miss purrs in pleasure, biting her lower lip as I roll my tongue around her cock. I slide my lips up, then down, then back up. I grind my tongue against the frenulum at the underside of her crown, breathing in the scent of her.

Then I slide down, moaning and swallowing when my lips reach the hilt, caressing her meat with my throat muscles. As I slide up, I grind my glossal muscle against the underside of her phallic shaft, tightening my lips purely for her enjoyment.

For a few minutes, I maintain this movement, before sliding my mouth off of her. I turn my head and wrap my lips around Sir's cock instead, lowering one hand and raising the other. Gripping Miss' cock, I stroke her as I slide my mouth down Sir.

“Fuck, yes, faggot,” Sir groans softly, in a breathless sigh of satisfaction, “Just like that, fag.” I moan softly for him, sliding my mouth up his cock, then back down again. I offer him the same worshipful attention as Miss, for a few long moments.

He groans, almost whines, as my mouth leaves his cock, and I switch back to Miss. She coos with satisfaction when my lips return to her, my head bobbing slow and smooth. They don't grab or rush me, they simply relax and let me work on them.

“Fuck, yes, faggot!” Miss hisses as her arousal slowly heats up, my lips sliding down to her hilt, “Fuck, I wish we could have this every day. Fucking faggot!” She moans the last words low and warm, as my tongue grinds against her sensitive crown.

I don't rush myself. They told me to suck, but weren't specific about how, so my mindless service simply guides me to do as feels natural. I suck hard, swallowing around the cock in my throat each time my lips reach the hilt, and switch often.

After two hours, they're both purring and swaying on the balls of their feet with need, yearning. Their cocks are hot, and my tongue is slick with the sweetness of their arousal. Even my reprogrammed mind knows they'll finish using me, soon.

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