Gentle Irrumatio

“Mm, just like that,” Amy sighs in pleasure as my tongue slides up her shaft, drawing all the way up to her crown. I kiss her crown gently, moaning softly against her meat as I kiss my way back down to her balls. I take a slow breath, blinking.

“Amy, what'm I do- ... ?”

“Ugh, open core process!” Amy growls, and my body immediately freezes. My lips fall open and she rolls her hips, sliding in, driving herself to the hilt and pushing my head down. She bucks her hips firmly, pushing her balls firmly onto my tongue.

“From now on, when I have my cock out, you will enter a docile and submissive state as my faggot,” she intones, as I kneel in mindless silence, her balls on my tongue, her cock holstered down my throat, “Flick your tongue to confirm command.”

My tongue flexes underneath her balls, caressing them as she sighs in satisfaction. “Good. Once you enter this state, you'll remain in this state until I have been sated. When I am satisfied, I will say deactivate, and you will have no memory of use.”

I flex my tongue in mindless confirmation once more. She pulls out slowly, sliding her balls from my mouth, and her meat from my throat. As it slides back out of my mouth completely, Amy sighs, looking down at me, sighing, “Close core process.”

My eyes flutter as Amy's cock slides back into my mouth, and I look up at her. As she drives in, my throat stretches for her use. I moan softly, and she nods in satisfaction, beginning to slowly roll her hips. “That's better, faggot. Suck my fat cock.”

“Just like that, fag,” she says firmly, rolling her hips against my face, her balls gently swaying against my chin, “Good fag. I'm not gonna go hard, this time, but you're gonna take it all.” I moan softly, staring up at my best friend as she uses me.

“That's it, feel the weight of me on your tongue, take in the taste, faggot,” she says, “You're going to be getting a lot of it.” I moan softly in answer, offering her pleasurable vibrations, and she sighs. Her fingers caress my scalp, as her hips sway.

“That's it, that's a good faggot,” she purrs the words, grinding her cock down my throat, until my lips press about her hilt, and she sighs, biting her lower lip for a moment. “So good. There's the little fag I've always known you were meant to be.”

“Roll your tongue around it, breathe in, fill your lungs with my musk,” she orders. I obediently breathe in as she pulls out, moaning softly and grinding my tongue against her underside as she drives in. My cheeks warm as I absorb Amy's scent.

She doesn't tighten her grip, doesn't thrust hard, she simply drives it in slow, holding my head steady. It's going down my throat no matter what, but she isn't being rough or harsh about it. I do my best to service my best friend as she uses me.

“Good fag, very good, good little slut,” she coos the words above me, riding my mouth as slow and smooth as if it weren't anything special. Like this was just another Saturday morning, and this is just how we always start our Saturday mornings.

“Focus on my cock, faggot,” she admonishes gently, her hips swaying at the same steady pace, “Don't think of anything. Nothing matters right now to you except my cock. Do you understand? Moan if you understand your place, little faggot.”

I moan obediently, focusing my mind on her cock. My throat swells around her meat as she drives in, and I suck lovingly, smiling up at her a little. Her cock's almost too thick for me to smile around it, but I can offer some vague hint of a smile.

“I'm going to cum soon,” she says, after near two hours of rocking her hips against my face, “You've been a good boy, fag.” I moan softly, continuing to take it as her hips pump against my mouth, like a slow piston, gentle yet utterly inexorable.

“You're going to take my entire load, faggot,” she tells me, “and you'll take it wherever and however I decide to give it to you, and you'll be thankful for it. Embrace your reprogramming and learn your place. This is where you belong now, fag.”

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