My Mouth

Her hips slow to a stop, pulling back until only the crown remains in my mouth. She looks down at me, mindless on my knees, her prick slotted in my mouth like it belongs there. Amy smiles, and then the first thick jet of her cum pulses out.

“Swallow, faggot,” she orders, and I obediently swallow as the second pulse joins the first. Pulse after pulse, Amy fills my mouth with her cum, even as I continue to swallow. For a couple minutes, I simply set mindless on my knees, swallowing.

“Such a good little fag,” Amy purrs the words as she watches me drinking her seed, taking it all into my stomach, readily, while she casually strokes my hair. When her pulsing stops, she sighs and withdraws her meat from my mouth, stretching.

“Fuck, this is wonderful,” she says to herself, looking down at me, “Alas that I can't just keep you like this forever, faggot.” I lick her cock gently before she pulls my hair and uses it to dry herself off. I watch mindlessly as she puts her meat away.

“I should definitely wake you up, though. No excuse to not wake you, at this point,” she says, mostly to herself, as she has finished using me. “All right. Well, I guess there's nothing else I need to add to your programming, at least not right now.”

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Author's Note:
At this point, the story has a convergence at Chapter 5: “Deactivate.”
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