Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... bad."

There's a tension in the air, of course. The game is getting serious; that's the eternal contradiction of games, isn't it? 'John,' who's eager to over-explicate everything, is letting quite a few vital plays go by without comment. It's all on purpose. I get that.

'Jane' is waiting for him back at his desk. He walks over easily; his sculpted buttocks don't betray any tension or embarrassment in response to my unimpressed gaze. For my part, I instantly discover that I prefer girl and dickgirl ass.

Like a gentleman, he fondles and kisses his platinum-blonde girl. She lubes his cock. It quickly grows to its full length and width; the head, in particular, would make mine seem a little underwhelming. Even without touching his erection myself, I can tell that it's perfectly hard. I can just make out a hint of movement -- pulsing blood.

'Jane' assumes her position slowly, and it looks like she's loving the dynamic. She flattens out the top of her body, spreads her arms submissively, and keeps her head up. The glasses and collar both stay on, and that definitely kicks the scene up a notch. He moves behind her; her face goes a little sex-stupid, because he's taking out the plug. He wanted me to see her reactions. He rests it on the table beside her; it's an impressive length, all curves and bulges, solid pink silicone.

I will not look away. I won't give him the satisfaction.

He teases her asshole for just a few moments, and then it's time. He grips both of her ...

... cheeks; he doesn't need to spread them, because she has that high, tight, sculpted-yet-soft, just-flared-enough ass that reveals the bullseye when she submits -- an ass an awful lot like mine, so I've been told, and an awful lot like Jack's, too. He penetrates her fully in a single stroke. She feels the earthly discomfort for just long enough to feed his id, then shoots off to heaven, carrying his ego with her. She's both more and less than his bitch. She is to him whatever mere mortal worshipers are to a god.

I know these things. They're burned in deep. They were the highest peak, from which I fell so hard that I broke. The thought comes unbidden:did Gwyn look like that, or does 'John' fuck 'Jane' better than I ever fucked Gwyn -- or anyone, ever?

'John' leans down and whispers in 'Jane's' ear. First, bliss stacks on bliss. Then, after she finds her way back to the mapped parts of paradise, she nods dutifully. He leans back up and finally focuses on me, all while still fucking her in the ass.

"I asked her to keep the noise down a little," he says. "We still have to talk."

She's nothing if not obedient, but he didn't order her to be completely silent. Mixed in with the sounds of sodomy are the muted moans and mewls of a girl who loves a man's cock in her ass more than anything. There's no anchor for an analogy. There's no comparison. With grudging resentment, I note his form, and the extra force his maleness lets him bring to bear. Dickgirls have to build up their ...