Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... urging me to look at her. I'm terrified at what I'm going to see in her eyes -- disappointment, grief, loss, heartbreak, resentment, exhaustion... god, the list goes on and on. She's in charge, though. I have to look eventually, and I do. Her eyes are... stalwart. It's so much better than what I deserve.

"Don't do it for me," she says. "Do it for you."

"I need you. I could come with you, to your shows."

Jack smiles and sighs. "What you need is more friends -- real friends. You're going through some difficult shit, and your main support system is a toxic waste dump." I don't have anything to say to that, so I just sniffle. She scrunches up her brow, like she's thinking about something. "You know what, though? Going out with me is actually a good idea. Meet some people. Listen to some music. Dance -- really thrash around. Get some of that energy out of your system. Yeah. You know what? Let's do it. Today's Wednesday. Friday night, you and me, we'll go together."

"What about tomorrow?" I ask, like a needy little bitch.

She smiles again. "Tomorrow we'll stay in, watch some movies, play some games, and fuck."

I sniffle again and put my forehead against hers. I give her a little pout. "What about tonight?"

She bites her lip. "Tonight? Maybe we'll skip the movies and the games."

I nod eagerly. We kiss, and it's foreplay.

In the bedroom, I gently coax her into an unfamiliar position, but I don't lead her on. I make it clear that I'm still the sub and the ...

... bottom. I worship her asshole with my mouth and tongue for a long time, then lovingly insert a teaser into her puffy, spit-soaked pucker.

She fucks me over and over, all night long. More than once, I service her cock and balls with my mouth. In other words, I get a head start on really, really trying.

On Friday, I wear a dress -- punky, for sure, but a dress nonetheless. She introduces me to her friends as her roommate and best friend, but I do everything I can to let them know that I'm her girlfriend -- her sub, her bottom, and her bitch. She's smart enough to realize what's happening. She doesn't call me out. She doesn't stop me. I really, really try, and it turns out that her love isn't purely selfless after all, because she lets me.

No, that's not fair. This is on me. She never withdrew her hand. Crying was cheating. I put everything on pause. As far as she's concerned, this is me, willing my arm to move. I'm willing myself to do what might be the best thing -- for me, if not necessarily for her. Maybe it's the best thing for both of us, though.

That's the hope. It feels like a big one. It scares me.

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Gwyn fucked me up more than anyone should ever be able to fuck up another person. I'm weak. I'm simple. I hate myself for how much I let her affect me. You have to know: Iknow how fucking stupid this is. I know how fucking stupid I am. You cannot think I don't see it. Engineering. Medicine. Astrophysics. Satellites. Spaceships. Computers. Vast digital ...