Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... how the march of progress can zig and zag when motivated individuals fund specific goals. My cum, not yours. My girls will always be my girls, first and foremost. If any regrettable conflicts should arise, they'll have a choice to make. I'm extremely confident what that choice will be.

"Anyway," he says with a shrug, "that's the big one. From my perspective, it seems irrational to get hung up on it when the job necessarily entails submitting yourself completely to the grand machines of paradise, but it's not my decision to make."

He's just a person. He's weak. He's insecure. He's jealous. He just gave it away completely. You have absolutely nothing to be scared of. He's just as fucked up as you. He's just as small as you.

I really want to listen myself, but certain realities keep me in the chair. It'shis chair, inhis compound, and even if he's not a god, he seems to have roughly the same resources as one.

No! Fuck him. Fuck him! No? Okay. Okay. How about this? Fuck his bitch's mouth.

Huh. That is actually not a bad idea. Good job... me.

'John' regards me impassively as I stand and strip. I spare him a look or two, but mostly I focus on 'Jane.' Even as utterly fucked-stupid as she seems, she reacts to the new pornography in front of her. Her stupid smile shifts. Her stupid eyes sparkle. She likes it. That's something. It'll have to do.

I stroke myself to hardness as I walk. I look down and smile wryly. The spot on the table where 'Jane' is splayed out is ...

... the perfect length so that her mouth is right where it needs to be. Fuck me, but that's impressive. That's being ten steps ahead.

But fuck him anyways.

Right, right. Still, he's the potential boss. I look back up at him and raise an eyebrow. "May I?"

He rewards me with a wry grin of his own. "If she's into it."

I look back down and take my hand off my cock. I run my fingers through 'Jane's' platinum-blonde hair. She can't really look up, but she gives me a hint of recognition. I lean down. "Are you ready to be a good girl for me again?"

In response, her stupid mouth opens stupidly. She sticks her tongue out and quietly moans. I kiss her near the top of her skull, then lean back up and claim her entire head for leverage. I step forward and pull my hips back. Then, I thrust. 'Jane' isn't 'Jane' anymore. She's just a fucktoy. That's not just what I need to believe. I really do think she's lost to pleasure.

I look up at 'John,' my sodomitic spit roast partner. He's smiling. His eyes are kind. Fuck him, but he is a master of games. I guess that's what happens when that's all that life is.

"So what's in it for me?" I ask.

He laughs. It's genuine -- so real and so full that I honestly can't believe he can keep fucking, but that, too, is all that his life is, and he seems quite dedicated to it.

"Oh, Corin," he says. "You wonderful fucking bitch. I love you."

I shoot him a sly, unimpressed smile. "No, I asked you what was in it forme."

He even laughs at ...