My Tongue

“Fuck, you're so good at this,” Gabrielle purrs in pleasure, watching me bob my head, edging her for so long she hisses in pain, but doesn't want it to end. “You've got me so hard it fucking hurts, you little faggot slut. Fuck you're so damn good.”

Her hips sway as I mindlessly continue to bob my head, sucking until she grips my head tight and makes me stop with only the crown in my mouth. I look up at her in brainless submission, as she looks down at me, “You've earned some milk, fag.”

I moan gently, waiting in silent deference as the first and then the second pulse of her milk spills onto my tongue. I take it with a contented smile, swallowing as she feeds me her dense cream. Warm eyes remain focused on me, just watching me.

I swallow without any of the shame or embarrassment that I would feel were I consciously aware. Mindless and controlled, I happily receive her milk on my tongue, fresh from her fat faucet. She continues to beam down at me, clearly well-sated.

“I really wish you would remember this,” Gabrielle sighs with satiation, “Hopefully someday you'll be able to admit what a faggot you are and we can do this again.” As she pushes into my throat, I swallow, milking her for every last drop of milk.

“Good boy, faggot,” she praises me, stroking my hair as she pulls free and dries herself off with my hair. She looks down at me as she tucks her cock away, buttoning and zipping herself up as I kneel in mindless silence, looking up at her, smiling.

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Here the story converges with Gabrielle waking me up in Chapter 9: Yes.