Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... the callback. Then he gets a little bit serious, but not all the way. We stand there, primed to negotiate, while fucking a blissed-out, pseudonymous fucktoy, and I think that maybe I'm starting to understand that I need to learn how to live inside of a pornographic cartoon.

"After one month," he says, "there'll be a performance review -- dozens, in fact. Every girl on the compound will write one. Any of my other girls you have any contact with will, too -- like Jane, for example. If the reviews are acceptable, you'll be invited to stay on longer term, and, in addition to living in luxury, you'll be provided a little something every month to tuck away. Stay for a few years, and you'll be able to do pretty much whatever you want if you decide to go back down there. I have no earthly idea why you would, but again, not my choice. We have more NDAs you can sign. We can remove the tech. We can make sure that anywhere you go, nobody asks boring questions about where you've been. All they'll be told is that you were 'working for the man every night and day.' They'll get with the program posthaste."

'Jane's' throat is incredible, but I don't let on. I just fuck in a rhythm, mindful to let her breathe occasionally. She must be very well trained. Even while completely braindead, she knows how to grab as much air as possible, as quickly as possible, before getting fully throated again. It's been a long time since I've done a spit roast. I don't want to admit that 'John' is a good ...

... partner in crime, but he is.

I'm disappointed in you.

Yeah, well, what else is new?

"That's fine, I suppose," I say. "Really leaning on this being paradise, but it doesn't sound like I'm going to have very much leisure time."

"'Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven,'" he says. "Quite the debate."

"I'm assuming none of these are originals?" I ask dryly.

"Correct," he says. "Never had the drive or the talent for it myself. I'm humbled by other people's genius."

"Humble. Right."

"All a matter of perspective," he counters easily. "Like I said: not one of my buttons. But okay. Let's get down to it. I told you what would happen if the reviews were acceptable. Now to tell you what will happen if the reviews are glowing." "Or to tell me that you're going to tell me. You could've just told me."

He laughs and keeps fucking. We've gone past cartoon and into parody; it's quite clear that part of the game we're playing is that neither of us wants to cum first, or even pick up the pace. 'Jane' is... I don't even know. I'll admit I'm having a hard time viewing her as a person anymore. A person wouldn't be able to take a spit roast this long without a real break.

You know what? I'm not that kind of asshole or bitch. I withdraw my cock from 'Jane's' throat and mouth, lift the length up, push forward, and offer her my balls instead. The noises she makes -- desperately grabbing oxygen -- hit me with retroactive guilt. I look down and pet her gently. "Good ...