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One hand moves to unbutton and unzip his pants while the other dips into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. Snapping it open, he pulls out a crisp bill, and holds it out to her. His free hand slides his pants low enough to let his cock spring free.

“Get to work, Nico,” Mister Jackson says casually, as I tuck Gabby's cock neatly away.

“He doesn't answer to that name, anymore, Mister Jackson,” Gabrielle tells him coolly, then looks at me, pointing at the cock waiting, “Get to work, faggot.” I obediently lean forward, licking Mister Jackson's cock from the hilt to the crown.

“So I can use him however I want?” he asks, and Gabrielle nods.

“Just tell the slut what to do,” she replies, and Mister Jackson turns his attention to me.

“Suck, faggot,” he tilts his cock down to my mouth and half-steps forward, sliding his crown and some of his cock through my lips. Gabrielle leans back against the fence, watching as I cross my wrists behind my back and look up at him, silently.

I sink my mouth down to his hilt, sliding down easily on his meat. He's not as flavourful as Gabrielle, nor as large as mine, but that scarcely matters, now. I slide my mouth up to his crown, moaning soft for his pleasure as my mouth moves up it.

At the crown, I roll my tongue around his helmet, before grinding the tip against his sensitive frenulum. Mister Jackson's hips twitch, and he lets out a low sigh of pleasure, as if forgetting where we are right now, or simply deciding not to care.

“Hhoo. Fuck, that feels so good,” Mister Jackson moans, but he doesn't hold himself back as some would. His hips move in answer to my moaning, as he shifts from having me suck his cock to beginning to fuck my mouth. His fingers move to me.

I continue to bob my head, even as he tangles fingers into my hair and pulls hard. As he transitions to fucking my mouth, my eyes flutter shut and I switch to allowing him to use me. I take it, swallowing each time his nuts slap against my chin.

I moan as he pulls back, breathing in the scent of him by instinct. His musk is clean, fresh, and not at all unpleasant, but it isn't as nice as what Gabrielle let me breathe. Even still, I know my duties and my place, and I take it as he hammers me.

For a few minutes, my world narrows to simply kneeling for Mister Jackson as his pale, clean cock rams down across my tongue and into my throat. I'm not allowed to complain and wouldn't even if I were, opening my eyes when his rod pulses.

I look up, watching him as he decides what he wants to do, before pulling out at the last moment. One long stream of cum pulses across my face, then a second, a third, and a fourth. I look up at him, my face marked just a little bit with his load.

I open my mouth and hold out my tongue, and Mister Jackson quietly wipes his cock off on my tongue. The last of his load touches my tongue and I don't react, but the taste is bitter, unpleasant. I let him use my tongue to clean himself, even still.

Then I reach up, tucking his cock neatly back into his boxers, then zipping and buttoning his pants for him. I lift my hands to my face, and quietly rub his cum into my skin. Mister Jackson simply turns toward Gabrielle, nodding appreciatively.

“Thank you, Miss Granger,” he says, before turning and walking away without a further word to me, after using me to get off, right here on the sidewalk. Gabby holds a hand out to me, and when I take it, she helps pull me to back up to my feet.

“Good boy, fag,” Gabby chuckles, “Thanks for earning me some bonus cash.” I grin a little bit, shrugging my shoulders and nodding in answer. I didn't really have a choice, but it's still nice to be appreciated and I'll never snub a sincere thank you.

“Happy to help! I gotta get home, now, though!” I reply, “Twins are waiting for me.” I won't claim to know for what reason they want me home before dinner, but, I don't need to. The fact they want me home before dinner means that I get no say.

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