Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... can't.

I feed a huge, hot cum lunch directly into her tummy, and for a moment, the world is right. I'm almost nothing, and I'm fully me. I'm a lovey-dovey dope of a cum factory, and I just fulfilled my assembly-line purpose: make the cum, deliver the cum.

When I collapse back down, I'm almost too spent to care that she might be dead, and definitely too exhausted to do anything about it. Likewise, when I feel her mouth and tongue nursing on my deflating cock, and her fingers giving my twitching prostate a lingering farewell stroke, I just sit there and take it. I'm too deflated to even sigh -- though if I could, it would be one of pure contentment.

She's a fucking mess. Her glasses are crooked and smudged; I'm shocked they're not bent or broken. Her hairband is only holding onto half of what it ought. Snot and spit are everywhere -- but not one drop of cum. She claimed it all, and she's proud.

"Good girl," I breathe out. "You did such a good job for me. Good girl."

Pride becomes serenity. She nuzzles between my open legs like a loyal pet who just got a treat. When she speaks, it's yet another surprise, because I could've sworn I battered her vocal cords beyond all recognition.

"Okay," she says -- quietly, and with some effort. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"No," I say. She stops short. "Come here." I hold my arms out.

She tries to pull rank on me -- well, you know what I mean. "We really don't--"

"Come. Here."

She sighs, rolls her eyes, and obeys ...

... me. The confines and our clothes both make it awkward, but I manage to gather her up in my arms. I pepper her with gentle kisses and slowly rock back and forth.

"You were a very good girl," I whisper somewhere near her ear. Her platinum-blonde strands are everywhere, tickling my mouth and nose. "Thank you so much. I love you."

She releases a happy, girly sigh in spite of herself -- so different from that rich, adult laugh from before. Eventually, she gets her way and goes back to being a model employee, but not before one tender, romantic kiss, and a simple nod that lets me know that I, too, did a good job. It was the easier job by far, I know, but I suppose we all have our roles -- or will, if the interview keeps going well.

When the car stops, you'd barely know what mischief I'd gotten up to. The sexy, nameless chameleon cuddling next me doesn't look so bad, either... but she is completely naked, except for the glasses.

Well, those, the collar, and the plug.

******

I don't get a full tour; the car drove us right to the main house, all tinted glass and futuristic touches. I have to admit that the integrated greenery is beautiful, and it's nice that the glass isn't more of the imposing black stuff. It's more sea blue, or maybe green. It's hard to tell; the sunlight plays with it. There are even some opalescent spots. I'm not sure what that's all about.

Ms. Used-to-be-Serious guides me inside; the doors open and shut by themselves. She doesn't rush, but I ...