The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

After Tony ran out on me, and I was done fucking all three of my cum swallow girls, I figured I had better get back to work for the day.

My estranged half sister, who had only just divulged her true identity to me in dramatic fashion, was still very much on my mind.

How could she not be? She had revealed her secret and had formerly introduced herself as she - supposedly my half-sister through my Dad - sat with my cock fully engulfed inside her cunt. Hell, I was still twitching from an orgasm that had just filled her fertile and very married pussy with my cum.

The crazy bitch had shaken my limp hand with my dick wilting inside of her, a move which, truthfully, I found a bit amusing and rather admired, despite it being completely psychopathic.

After my insane half sister had departed and I sent Candy and Maria home for the weekend, I showered in my office bathroom, got dressed, ate a late lunch and then decided to call Freddie in from the production floor to offer him the first shift supervisor position.

To my surprise, Freddie came in and flatly turned down the job.

Not expecting that, it took a moment for me to respond. "Why?" I asked, perplexed and staring at him in bewilderment as he sat across my desk from me.

Freddie shrugged. "It's just not for me. Sorry, Boss."

"No, really, I need to know why you won't take this promotion. You wanted it last Tuesday. What happened, Freddie?"

Freddie looked uncomfortable, hesitating.

"No repercussions, ...

... Freddie," I said, "Please, just tell me why... unless it's for personal reasons you'd rather not..."

"No... no, not at all, Mr. Chamberland, it's nothing personal. I just..." He took a deep breath. "I just don't agree with you exploiting these women."

Nearly bursting out laughing, I said, "Exploiting? Are you serious?" He looked stone cold serious. This wasn't a joke. I shook my head and scowled. "You think I'm exploiting THEM?"

"Of course you are. These women are economically compelled to blow guys for money. I mean. I do that for free because I'm gay, but that's different. I like it."

"But they like it, too," I said.

He shook his head and grimaced. "No. No. They are doing it because they have to do it."

"They don't have to suck dicks for money, Freddie. They can do anything they want to do for a--"

Freddie raised his voice, shouting over me. "Of course they have to do that! Look, I choose to suck dicks because I enjoy doing it, but they were born servile to the patriarchy and are slaves in the bonds of sexual servitude."

I stared at him, blinking and stunned into silence.

"Basically," he added, "When you come right down to it... it's... it's sexual slavery."

I burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Freddie asked. "I didn't say anything funny." He looked indignant, his lips pursed and his brow in a wrinkled bunch.

I shook my head as my laughter trailed off and tapped a pen on my desk, spinning and tapping, spinning and tapping. "Do you realize ...