Holstered

“You're doing so well, faggot,” Miss Curtis praises me as her hips continue to move back and forth in hard, fast motions, never slowing, but never slapping. The first pulse of her cock warns me that she's nearing her limit, and her satisfaction.

Instead of a hard slap where there hasn't been one before, Miss Curtis pulls my head down onto her cock until my lips are at her hilt. Then, without a word of further warning, she pushes harder on my head and jerks her hips forward, driving in.

Miss Curtis calmly and casually forces my head down until her jewels rest on my tongue. The hilt of her cock pushes into my throat in turn, and my eyes are forced to refocus on the trimmed hair and soft skin now directly pressed to my eyes.

“Swallow, faggot, and suck,” Miss Curtis commands serenely. I obediently start to roll my tongue against her heavy nuts. They're a little larger than Mom's or Dad's, which means she probably has an even larger load. I swallow around her meat.

“That's it, fag,” Miss Curtis sighs in contentment, “Massage my cock with the muscles in your throat, faggot, work my rod. There you go, that's a good little slut. Such a natural born whore, surprised I didn't realise what a faggot you are in class.”

The first pulse of her cum pumps into my throat, thick and heavy. I swallow hard around her cock to pull it into my belly, but her phallic length continues to pulse. My throat flexes, conforming to the shape of her inside it, as I continue to drink.

“That's it, faggot, drink your milk,” Miss Curtis commands, a little smirk of smug amusement in her voice, while I quietly obey. I moan softly for her, vibrating the thick, pulsing shaft buried completely in my throat, continuing to suck her balls.

I can hear Mom returning, leaning against the doorframe, watching Miss Curtis pump her milk into my throat, buried just as deep. For a little over two minutes, I hold my breath, taking it as my teacher's massive load is pumped into my stomach.

When the pulsing finally ends, Miss Curtis pulls her hips back slowly, making me wait a little longer for air. I gasp when it finally leaves my throat, watching her slide out completely. She looks down at me, and smiles. “Dry it off for me, faggot.”

I blow gently on her cock as Miss Curtis returns her attention to my mother, now fully ignoring me. “Thank you for this, Misses Grennan. Your faggot is a wonderful study, and immensely satisfying. Best tip I've ever received in my entire life.”

Once she's dried off, I gently kiss the crown and blow, again, for a moment, before stowing her back into her underclothes. I press my palm against her swell while my other hand drags the zipper, protecting her from being caught by metal teeth.

“Such a gentleman, your little faggot is, too,” Miss Curtis smirks down at me, watching while I gently button up her pants. One hand comes down to rest on my hair, ruffling my hair. She never touches students, but the sensation is encouraging.

When Miss Curtis turns and leaves, and I slip back away from the door. Mom closes the front door and turns, looking down at me with a smug smirk of satisfaction. “Well, seems you will prove very useful for the next week, faggot. Kitchen. Now.”

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