Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... I ask him. I know exactly how to ask, too. It's like when some forever-virgin dickgirl is being a coward at the bar and the girl just wants to be done with it. I've seen it happen, and it's both painful and glorious. She steps off the pedestal, takes off her clothes, smacks the loser in the face, and dares her to do something besides just simper or pout.

The man claps his hands together, and it startles me. Fuck. "Oh!" he says loudly. "Another point on the board for Corin! Yes, Corin, I find you sexually attractive. I don't like to admit that I have a type, but I sort of do, and you're it. I'd fuck you every single day, and I'd love it if you fucked me every single day, too."

"And is that part of the job?"

"Not at all. It's about the girls, Corin. Indeed, us fucking each other would be against purpose. Would I make an exception if you made a pass at me, because it's my house and my rules and nothing means anything? Sure. Once a week, maybe. Not the job, though."

"So the job is just... to fuck your girls? Seriously?"

As though responding to the word, the man -- he's not going to tell me his name, so why the fuck even bother asking, right? -- readjusts himself and gets serious. He's squarely in his chair, and he takes a sober sip of his lemonade tea.

Then, instead of answering the question, he throws a curveball. "Jane," he says. The naked blonde supermodel saunters over with a spring in her step. "Not her name. John and Jane. Classic fake names from a ...

... bygone era. Jane, how would you like to be fucked?"

"In the ass, please," she replies immediately and excitedly. "Bent over the desk."

"Your wish is my command."

'John' stands up, then swiftly and competently disrobes, including the slip-on shoes that he was wearing with no socks. He's still very close to me, and it's an uncomfortable experience. I catch a faint whiff of him -- not just his natural scent, but the combination of everything that goes into his routine. It's just different enough from any dickgirl I've ever been with to capture my attention.

I refuse to be cowed, and eye his body up and down like a piece of meat that I'm not all that interested in purchasing. He knows what I'm doing and lets it happen. 'Jane' is scampering off somewhere -- to get lube, if I had to guess. I study the male form in front of me. Again, the images on the holonet basically do it justice. He's a very healthy specimen, like we all are. Two things stand out. One's a surprise, and one's not.

"Smooth, huh?"

He nods. "I hate body hair. Plenty of men hate it on women. I just hate it. To be honest, I only barely tolerate the stuff on the top of my head. There's a widespread consensus in the compound that I don't look nearly as good buzzed or bald, so a clean, short cut it is."

"How generous of you." I eye the other object of note. "Let me guess: just over ten inches, fully erect. Just thicker than mine."

"Another point on the board," he replies. "That's three. That's not ...