Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... day full blast, four hours a lighter load -- interspersed, of course. You'll get breaks from proper fucking, but those breaks will be blowjobs, and you'll probably be sucking on a titty or eating a pussy while you're at it. In a perfect world, you'd be so good you'd be fingering two pussies or frigging two clits on top of that, but let's call that a learning curve. You get one half day per week when you can be completely alone and not fuck or masturbate at all. You'll be cumming in your sleep six nights a week, though. On the seventh you'll be in a rejuvenation pod for the full workup."

"Uh..."No! Don't be scared. Don't be impressed. Be motherfucking pissed off!

"Science," he says simply, and just keeps on fucking.

"Okay." It's weird how that explains almost everything, right? "And how does that work?"

"The food, mostly," he replies. "A lot of very scientific stuff is going to happen to you while you're asleep, too, though -- not just cum extraction. Even outside the pod, there are restorative treatments available. Cum until you're dust, get rehydrated. Fuck until your dick falls off, get it reattached. Almost Sisyphean, no? That's exactly the kind of thought you shouldn't think, though. Fucking is fun. Cumming is fun. Being loved and desired by two dozen beautiful girls is fun. If you're going to work here, Corin, you need to learn how to behappy." He emphasizes with a thrust, and 'Jane' acts like it's some brilliant sex move that he literally just ...

... invented.

Oh, fuck him so fucking hard in the ass that literal shit comes out of his mouth so that all this other shit can't.

'Jane' sure thinks getting sodomized is fun. Those little mewls of hers are stabbing me in the gut, but they're also doing something a bit lower down.

Fuck his science. Fuck his creepy dystopian paradise. He doesn't deserve any of this. He should be using those unfair fucking muscles to clean fucking toilets!

I'm stuck in my chair. How about that? It does feel like a prison.

"I suppose I should mention the dealbreaker," he says. His deep, brown eyes set forth the new challenge. I'm obviously not up to it, but I nod again, still faking everything. "It'll be my cum."

He obviously wants you to be all stupid and confused again. Call him out. Fucking call him out!

"Let me guess," I reply. "You have to fuck me and throat me and fill me to the brim with your weird, magical cum, and then weird science shit happens. 'Nothing personal, just business.'"

He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head. It almost looks like respect. "In another world, perhaps," he says. "There are so many others, after all. But to the point: small implant and minor gene therapy. The one doesn't work without the other, but it's not fully reversible. If you decide to take the job, make sure your profile is on record and backed up -- and maybe store some swimmers. Archaic, but a security blanket for some people."

"And this is a thing that's possible."

He nods. "You'd be amazed ...