Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... mounts my face and starts humping. Someone is behind me, giving me extra support so that my neck doesn't give out and send the petite half-Asian girl tumbling -- well, tumbling in the bad way. They call acrobatics 'tumbling,' too, don't they? I admit it'd be funny to see Aiko try to stick that landing. Me breaking my neck would not be quite so amusing.

I'm in my bedroom, getting pegged. It's probably Candice. Jennifer is under me, effectively getting fucked by both of us at once. She's really into the idea that I'm someone's bitch, but she also loves getting bred. Plenty of the girls are willing to help her out, but Candice loves it. She's a mega-switch: ultra submissive to ultra dominant and back again.

This blip of awareness doesn't feel so great. A memory flashes: a short, soft, brown-haired girl who was also very much into me being someone's bitch. Purple panties. Leather pants. Dirty talk -- a fantasy, with me in the middle of a sex sandwich.

Yeah, that's right. You remember.

"I'm your bitch!" I cry out in defeat as I cum. I escape again -- narrowly, this time. Jennifer and Candice both go crazy for the theatrics. My cute little kitty-cat is there on the bed, desperately trying to masturbate herself with her mitts. That's part of the fantasy for her -- the struggle of not having human hands. It makes her feel dependent on her owner. Her frustration is nothing to worry about. I'll butt fuck her before bed, like I do almost every night.

Wait... will I? Is ...

... tonight the night before my half day off? Is it my pod night? I'm having so much trouble remembering. I have to keep cumming. I have to keep fucking.

I have to keep running.

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My half days are a reset. I regain my senses of time, both micro and macro. I put some pieces together about what happened the prior week. I spend some time reading, watching vids, and listening to music. I piss and shit in peace, without any help. Sometimes, for a laugh, I wear clothes.

Unfortunately, 'peace' is a very deceptive word. For me, in the quiet, there is none.

You're not happy. You're not happy. You're not happy. You left the only person who ever really loved you.

I'm in plain black booty shorts and a skimpy T-shirt, making my way to the heavy, wooden double doors. I see a few girls on the way who aren't fully engaged in girl-on-girl love. I smile and politely wave, and they offer the same or similar. They're very good about respecting my 'me' time. I try not to rub it in their faces, but if I need to go somewhere in the main house, there's just no avoiding all of them. Pippi actively makes herself scarce. That's the way of it. She's my special girl, and the guilt would be overpowering if she were slinking around. I wouldn't be able to take a break. It's tempting not to, but physically, I need it. My body doesn't use words like the demon does, but it can still insist.

The doors open and close automatically for me. I'm in the system; I don't need an escort. John is in ...