Jake's Magic Remote, Part XIV - Just Rewards - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote, Part XIV - Just Rewards

... Danica.” Of course. Call display. “H-hi,” she stammered. “Something I can do for you?” Danica froze. She really had no reason to call him. Then another strange throbbing burst of pleasure radiated out from her nethers. “Aaaahnnn no, sorry,” she said, cutting off her moan. “I just… thought I’d left my pen with you. But I just… found it?” “Alrighty,” Jake quipped over the phone. “Talk to you later then.” “Y-yeah,” Danica replied, setting down the phone and looking over at Not-Jake, who once again stood nude before her. He looked just like she’d imagined, trim and fairly muscular but not intimidatingly so, but that cock… she hadn’t imagined it would be so… so glorious, really. She looked up at him. “You’re in your office.” Not-Jake nodded. “I am.” “You’re not here.” “No,” Not-Jake said, reaching down and undoing the top two buttons of her blouse. Just two, no more. Enough to cool her down again. Then he was behind her, rubbing her shoulders, while her girl-parts sang again in sudden excitement. “Aaahmmmnh,” Danica moaned, “y-you need to go away.” “Why?” Not-Jake replied, leaning down and kissing her neck. His lips were soft and warm, too. “You always work so hard. Why can’t your subconscious send me to relax you a little?” “Because I’m at work,” she protested. “I need to do… work stuff!” “Ah, but you told me in the hall that you were going to watch cat videos. Why don’t we cancel that agenda item and tend to an entirely different sort of pussy?” Danica blushed, almost painfully. ...

... “But what if someone comes in-” “Shh,” Not-Jake said. “I’ll stop time.” he snapped his fingers, then gestured to the window. She could see a bird flying outside. Or rather, not flying. It was frozen. “Now we’re all alone, this is happening instantly inside your mind, and you are free to enjoy yourself.” Danica stared at the bird and then at Not-Jake. “I… don’t know-” There was a shift of vertigo and suddenly Danica was sitting on the edge of her desk. Her hose and panties were down around her ankles and her skirt had been rolled up to expose her hips. Jake knelt before her, face buried between her legs, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing because she was already cumming, gripping at the desk and squirming. Jake didn’t stop. Danica could feel his lips and tongue at work on her, and his hands were rubbing along her thighs, holding them in place. “St-stop,” she breathed, “it’s too… much-” Her words were cut off by the crest of another orgasm. He may be imaginary, but jesus, Jake was playing her pussy like a violin! Jake stood up as she came down from the high. Or rather, he was suddenly standing. Her legs were free of the confines of her now-vanished hose and panties, and her blouse was completely open. Jake had his hands on her hips, and his cock was so close that she could feel the heat of him on her pussy. Danica swallowed. “Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked. Jake smiled knowingly at her. “Do you want me to fuck you, Danica?” She nodded. “Yes, please.” Jake took a ...