ASL2: Chapter 9 "The Calm Before the Storm"

-- CHAPTER 9: The Calm Before the Storm --

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-- MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2008 --

“You’re daydreaming again.”

June didn’t immediately respond to my comment. Her head remained in a fixed position, her entire body as still as a department store mannequin. Our workspaces were set up with two flat-panel monitors each, oriented so that while I could focus on my own screens, all I had to do was turn my head ninety-degrees to see both of June’s screens, and vice-versa. So when I looked over, all I could see was the back of her head.

In theory, she could be reading the data on her monitor with such single-minded intensity that she’d blocked out all exterior distractions, but I knew better. She’d been like this all morning, lost in her own head, and I rolled my chair over right behind hers, leaned over, and started passing the flat of my hand between her eyes and the monitor.

Like C-3PO being switched on from behind, June jerked in her seat and blinked. I imagined I could see the lights coming on behind her eyes as she turned to face me. “What? What do you want?”

I just smirked and shook my head. Getting out of my chair, I walked over to the office door and closed it. The window shades were still open, so anybody peeking inside could still see us. But I wasn’t about to start a brainstorming session anyway.

I returned to my chair but didn’t roll it back away from hers. Keeping the two of us close together, I parked my elbows on my knees and leaned in close, saying, “Talk to me.”

June immediately rolled her eyes and turned to face forward.

I grabbed her armrest and physically rotated her chair back to face me, repeating more firmly, “Talk to me. That’s an order.”

“You can pull your Master/sub thing with Kim, but I’m not her.”

“Never tried to say you’re her. Quite frankly, I don’t think I’ve ever tried to order her to talk to me because she’s the one who always knows what to do and forces me to talk to her.”

June shook her head. “She doesn’t know what to do with THIS situation and it’s bothering the hell out of her.”

I sat up straight. “Wait, what? What’s bothering Kim?”

June shook her head. “It’s not my place to say.” She immediately rotated her chair back to her monitor.

I blinked twice and only then caught on. “Hey, you’re trying to distract me!” I rotated her chair back to face me.

“Yes I am,” June admitted. “But that does not invalidate the fact that Kim is… bothered.”

I waved her off. “We can talk about Kim later. I’m focused on you right now.”

At first June looked ready to dismiss me again, but a moment later, she sighed and I could see some of her walls crumbling away. She usually projected an expression of such utter blankness that at times it could be a surprise to be reminded that there was an immature young woman… girl… underneath, and a very sheltered young woman at that. Her shoulders sagged, a frown tugged at the corners of her lips, and she looked ready to cry.

Impulsively, I leaned forward and wrapped her up in a hug. At first June seemed quite surprised. I mean yeah, I’d fucked the shit out of her often enough and collapsed on her chest after splooging her snatch full of sperm, but platonic hugs like this were not common. Her arms stuck out to the sides and she initially didn’t hug me back, but a moment later she clutched me close and started shaking as the tears came down.

Apparently even androids can cry.

Not the time, dude.

I didn’t say a word or do anything to rush her. I simply held June with my knees spread out to the sides while she buried her face in the crook of my neck and sobbed out her pent-up emotions. She let out small keening whines interrupted with snot-filled whimpers, quivering for a bit before regaining her sense of stillness, only to lose it and start quivering once more.

What felt like ten minutes later, even if it was closer to two, June’s breathing calmed and she went completely still again. Her forehead was still on my shoulder, and she was in no hurry to sit up. I simply rubbed her back and patted her head a bit. And perhaps another two minutes later she finally inhaled deeply and sat back up.

Immediately, June’s usual blank expression was back as she spun her chair around and grabbed three tissues from the box on her desk. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose with ruthless efficiency, tossed the soiled tissues into the trash, and then centered her chair with her monitors once again.

“June?” I ventured.

“Thank you for that,” she stated evenly without glancing back at me. “It was very helpful to… alleviate… my tension. I feel much better now.”

Her voice was flat and monotone. The android was back, and she didn’t even have any makeup to fix. To look at her now you’d never know she had an emotional breakdown less than a minute ago.

I sighed, grabbed her chair, and physically rotated her around to face me again. “Talk to me,” I repeated.

“No,” June stated firmly in her inimitable tone of finality. Almost casually she brushed aside my hands from her chair and spun it back around to face her monitors. And we all knew not to mess with June once she’d made up her mind.

But I wasn’t ready to let go of this so easily. Not when I’d gotten a peek behind June’s emotional walls. I didn’t spin her chair back around, but I did ask, “Is this about Kim?”

“We’re not having this conversation.”

I took a deep breath. “Is this about Eve?”

“We’re NOT having this conversation.”

I could tell she was resolute, and despite my curiosity, I realized a frontal assault on June’s walls at their strongest point wouldn’t be my smoothest path to success. So with a sigh, I got up and went to go open the office door again, my signal to her that I wouldn’t push her any further.

And then we got back to work.

****

Dawn picked up on the second ring. “Hey, babe. It’s after seven again. Are you just now heading home?”

“Yeah,” I replied wearily as June and I walked out of our office and headed for the elevators, my brand-new phone (picked up this morning) tucked into my pocket with my earbuds plugged in: standard operating procedure for me to call my best friend and let her know I was leaving. “Got some new developments that moved up our timetable. Normally a project like this we’d have a minimum of three months. Now it’s looking like we’ll have to close by Thanksgiving. On the bright side, can I interest you in a trip to Asia over Thanksgiving break?”

“You serious?”

“Yeah. Dalton’s scheduling meetings in Hong Kong for the Monday before Thanksgiving. Afterwards I know I’ll be happy to spend at least a week decompressing. Since you won’t have classes, do you think you could fly out and meet me somewhere so we can spend the holiday together?”

“Umm, yeah! Totally! We’ll have to work out the details, of course, but yeah! That sounds awesome.”

“Great!” I smiled. “We can work it out later. Can I see you tonight?”

Dawn chuckled. “I’m already at your place.”

“Ooh. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked suggestively. I was pretty horny already, having not ejaculated since last night. Dawn had spent the night with me but woke up sore from the pounding of the crazy anal fivesome, June had been in a weird mood not conducive to brainstorming sessions, and Adrienne hadn’t called for a nooner.

Dawn laughed. “I’d love to, babe, but I’m having a project meeting with Kim and Summer.”

“Ah. I mean, it’s a Monday night anyways.”

Dawn giggled. “Didn’t you get enough last night when Dayna came over?”

“I can never get enough of you.”

“Good answer.” Dawn paused for a moment and then added in a softer voice, “Maybe we can have a repeat of last night, only with Summer taking Dayna’s place.”

“Don’t tease.”

“Teasing is offering something with no intention of following through.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

Dawn giggled musically. She’d been awfully giggly so far, and she asked, “Have your ears been burning?”

“What?”

Dawn giggled again. “Have your ears been burning? We’re supposed to be having a project meeting, but we’ve spent the last hour talking about you.”

“Oh, great.”

“All good things, all good things.”

“I sincerely hope you’re nowhere near the other two right now.”

“Relax, I’m not, but I should be getting back. See you soon?”

“Yep, coming straight home, if for no other reason than to take BJ off of Kim’s hands.”

“Oh, don’t worry on that. Auntie Lynne has him. She’s really starting to needle Bert about starting a family.”

“Oh good lord.”

Dawn laughed again. “I love you. See you soon.”

“I love you, too.”

****

“Mmm-wah!” Dawn and I broke our kiss and I set her back down on the floor, having briefly picked her up for that welcoming liplock after coming in through the front door.

“Where’s my welcome home kiss?” Summer drawled from the couch, adding immediately, “I’m kidding. Sort of.” And then she looked away from me and sighed.

I kept my arm around Dawn’s waist while we both turned to face the platinum blonde. “Hey, Summer. How are you? All dried off?”

“Still wet where it counts,” she muttered before clenching her eyes shut and covering her forehead with her hand. “I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? We really should stop drinking during team meetings.” Summer promptly put down her half-empty wine glass on the coffee table and blushed pink.

The wine explained why Dawn had been so giggly on the phone, at least.

“Probably,” Dawn agreed. “Otherwise we’ll never get anything done. Today was certainly a wash. Hey Kim, I don’t think we’re going to get anything productive done tonight. What do you say we go pick up BJ, hmm?”

“Sounds good,” Kim replied as she got up from the armchair and promptly hooked June’s elbow. “Come on, June.”

“You need me to go pick up BJ?” June squawked in confusion as Kim physically tugged her towards the front door. “I still have my laptop.”

Kim just shot her a look.

“Oh, okay…” A second later, June got it. “Ohhh…” And she let Kim lead her out the door.

I sighed. “Real subtle, Dawn.”

“Bye, guys!” Dawn gave us a cheery wave and closed the front door behind her.

And then I was alone with Summer.

A visibly intoxicated Summer, no less.

A visibly intoxicated Summer who had more or less stated she was currently in a state of sexual arousal.

And I was super-horny and already rather eager to get Dawn and Kim both into a bedroom.

What could possibly go wrong?

With a sigh, I walked into the room and pulled the wide strap of my laptop messenger bag over my head, setting it down against the armchair. Deliberately choosing to sit in it instead of joining Summer on the couch, I tried to be casual as I asked, “How was your day?”

Summer shrugged. “The usual. Wake up, go to class, had an afternoon workout with Dawn, spent some time with my mom, and then came over here for the project meeting.”

“I’m told the project meeting had very little to do with the project.” I reached out and gestured at the wine bottle for emphasis.

“That would be a correct assessment.” Summer popped her eyebrows and gave me a mysterious smile.

There was a pregnant pause for a moment, and after a moment’s thought I filled the awkward silence by saying, “I’m sorry again for last night. It’s my fault you ended up in the water.”

Summer shook her head. “And I already told you it was my fault for kissing you after promising I wouldn’t.”

“Technically you didn’t promise anything about kissing one way or the other. Just that you’d promise not to pursue me.”

Summer’s eyes glittered. “Does that mean I’m allowed to kiss you so long as I’m not pursuing a relationship?”

“No, of course not. I’m not even sure why I said that.” Now it was my turn to facepalm.

“Because you not-so-secretly want me to kiss you?”

I sighed. “Yes.”

“Because then a little kiss will turn into a full makeout session?”

“Yes.”

“Because next I’ll wanna know what your erection feels like in my hand? And then have it in my mouth? And then you’ll wanna taste my pussy?”

I closed my eyes and sighed but didn’t otherwise answer.

“And I’m forgetting the colorful language you used yesterday but you not-so-secretly want to push my face into Dawn’s soaking wet pussy while you pound me from behind before spreading my cheeks and then skewering my tight asshole in a single thrust?”

I groaned and tried to keep the sexual creature at bay. It had been a while since the beast had been fully unleashed. I wanted to believe I was past the point in my life where I let my hormones lead me around, wanted to believe that I’d become a responsible and mature adult – the kind of man and father BJ needed me to be.

Summer stood up straight and walked around in front of me while hooking her fingers around the hem of her tight t-shirt. I recognized her jacket slung over the backrest of the couch, but all she wore on top right now was a baby blue cotton tee with white piping that molded to her considerable assets. Raising the hem to just below her bosom, she exposed her toned abdominals with a hint of a six-pack. Then, she reached behind herself and unhooked the back clasp of her bra. Finally, she flipped her hands around palms out, hooked her thumbs into the bunched material, and elevated everything up to her chin not unlike the way she’d done with her sweater on the kayaking trip.

Holy shit those things are still spectacular.

What, you thought they’d somehow change since yesterday?

You think maybe she’d go for another cup-size upgrade?

Don’t be greedy.

I swallowed thickly, eventually tearing my gaze away from Summer’s perfect breasts so I could look up into her royal blue eyes. She stared back at me with a quiet, sober intensity in stark contrast to her previous giggly, intoxicated behavior.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“It all starts with you tasting my nipples, doesn’t it?”

“You promised.”

“I’m not… pursuing,” she hedged, biting her lip. “I’m only… offering.”

“It won’t take the girls THAT long to pick up BJ and bring him home.”

“We could make it fast. I’m so wound up I’d probably start cumming as soon as you got inside me.”

I shook my head and stared at her quite seriously. “IF we ever do this, and I’m not saying we will, but if we do we will DEFINITELY need a lot more time than this.”

Summer whimpered and visibly rubbed her thighs together. “Don’t tease me if you’re not gonna follow through.”

I rubbed my head and stared straight at her tits. “Why me?”

“Because it can ONLY be you. I’m obsessed at this point, alright?” She bit her lip cutely and thrust her chest forward, leaning her left nipple closer and closer to my face. “C’mon. You said deep down you wanted me to seduce you. Is that what it’s gonna take? That way you don’t feel guilty about it? Like it’s not your fault.”

I shook my head. “No, I’m good with taking responsibility for my own actions.”

“Then act.” Summer crawled into my lap, kneeling astride me and pushing my face into her cleavage.

Good fucking lord these feel good. So soft and supple. I was expecting them to feel hard and plastic or something.

Definitely got her money’s worth.

Can we taste a nipple now? Please?

Holy fuck.

Opening my mouth into a suckling position, I trembled as I grabbed onto Summer’s ass and pulled HARD. She squealed as her crotch ground right up against the throbbing erection in my slacks, and then she gasped as I hooked my hands behind her shoulders and twisted her torso so that I could fasten my mouth around a puffy pink nipple.

And then I feasted.

Summer groaned as I clutched her close and powerfully sucked on her titflesh. She’d later tell me that her nipples had been extremely sensitive ever since she’d gotten her latest implants, as if they were now hard-wired to her clit. Her cries and whimpers were an aural aria of ecstasy to me, and from the sounds she was making, I genuinely wondered if I could make her cum just from sucking on her titties.

Not that I wanted to stop at just sucking on her titties. Wrapping my arms around Summer’s waist, I lifted her up. She squealed and instinctively wrapped both her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist lest she fall, but I managed her weight with ease. Plus, my destination wasn’t far, as I simply carried her over to the couch where I could sit her down and take a more dominant position.

As soon as Summer’s ass hit the couch cushion and she realized her body was supported, she let go with all four limbs and let her arms fall away to drape over the top of the backrest. Her baby tee and bra were still bunched up around her neck, giving me unfettered access to manhandle her big boobs (which I did). At the same time, I sealed my lips over hers and rather forcefully kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth while she trembled beneath me.

But THAT’S when I remembered we shouldn’t be doing this.

Seven young women counting on you to not fuck this up.

Weren’t you just encouraging me a second ago?

So I’m inconsistent. It’s in my job description.

Whatever. I can’t do this.

I can’t do this.

I. Can't. Do this.

I didn’t jerk back this time. I didn’t abruptly yank her forward off-balance or anything like that. I simply stopped kissing, slowly pulled my head back, and took a deep breath as I looked down into Summer’s stormy blue eyes.

She stared back at me with a maelstrom of emotions in her irises. I had a hard time reading her gaze, but her lower lip quivered as she raised her knees up, spread her thighs apart, and parked her heels at the edge of the couch cushions. “Take me…” she husked in a breathy voice.

I took another deep breath, gave her an apologetic look, and shook my head slowly. Withdrawing my hands from her breasts, I took hold of the hem of her t-shirt and drew it down to cover her nudity. “Summer, I…” I hesitated, winced, and gave her another apologetic look. “I can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“You know why not.”

“You don’t have to date me. Just fuck me. Use me. Take this perfect Barbie Doll body, bend me into whatever position you like, and have your way with me. Just once. Please? I have to know. I promise it won’t fuck up my friendship with Dawn. I promise I’ll still be your friend afterwards as well. This isn’t love. This is raw, unadulterated lust. I need to feel you eight fucking inches deep inside of me. Dawn showed me her ‘Ben Juniors’, and I want it all. Every inch. Just once. Well, at least once in every hole, hmm? She said you’ve got a particular kink for anal. C’mon, I’ll be your butt-slut. Please?”

“Summer…”

“I can’t deal with this much longer. It’s driving me insane. Seven years of wondering, Ben. Seven. Years. Even if it’s two pumps and an apology, at least I’ll know.”

I chuckled and replied a little cockily, “It would NEVER be two pumps and an apology. I’m Big Ben. Didn’t you know that?”

“Then come prove it, big stud.” Summer’s eyes sizzled, perhaps sensing further attacks to my ego could entice me where plainly offering herself had failed. “Show me what you got. Convince me Dawn hasn’t been making you out to be more than you can deliver.”

I took a deep breath, swallowed my pride, and shook my head. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Ben, please,” she whimpered, eyes moist. “I NEED you.”

I swallowed thickly at the ‘need’ word. Had Dawn coached her to say that? I closed my eyes a moment, gathered myself, and pushed myself up to a standing position after looming over her all this time. “I think I should take a walk.”

“Please, Ben. Don’t leave me. I’m sorry.”

“You’re welcome to stay until the girls get back. But I need to go clear my head.”

“No! Please. Don’t walk away. You can’t abandon me! Please?”

I had started to turn away, but the word “abandon” gave me pause. Adrienne and Sasha had both grown up with abandonment issues. None of that was my fault, but the way I’d walked out on them and then moved out of the San Francisco apartment certainly hadn’t helped matters.

Summer hadn’t particularly stressed the word itself, and while yes, her parents had gotten divorced, they’d lived together all this time and I understood Summer had a pretty good relationship with her mom, so I didn’t necessarily think Summer had abandonment issues of her own. But at the same time, the reminder of how badly I’d hurt Adrienne and Sasha gripped my heart and wouldn’t let go.

There was no way I could leave Summer now.

So taking a deep breath, I sat back down on the armchair, leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, and I said, “Okay, I won’t walk away. I’m here. I still don’t know how you and I are gonna deal with this tension between us, but I’m not walking away, alright?”

Summer vaulted forward, climbed sideways into my lap as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and then buried her face into the crook of my neck.

And then she sobbed her pretty little heart out.

****

-- TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2008 --

“You’re daydreaming again.”

I didn’t immediately respond to June’s comment. My head remained in a fixed position, my entire body as still as a department store mannequin. I hadn’t heard her, not consciously. My gaze was pointed straight at the data on my screen, but my eyes were unseeing and my mind was lost in its own thoughts.

The quantity of illumination entering my retinas abruptly dropped, however, kick-starting some kind of instinctive/automatic fight-or-flight response to outside stimuli, and I suddenly blinked and focused on the hand currently interposed between my face and the brightness of my computer monitors.

I jerked around, following the arm attached to that hand until I eventually rotated far enough to see June’s disapproving face. “What? What do you want?”

June smirked and shook her head. She’d been sitting on the edge of my desk, but now got up and went to close our office door before returning to her spot on the edge of the desk. And folding her arms over her chest, she gave me a knowing look as she stated evenly, “Talk to me.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Sure, just as soon as you talk to me about whatever’s eating you.”

“Me? Nothing’s eating me. I’m perfectly fine right now. Highly productive and efficient, as usual. You’re the one who keeps drifting off today. I’m guessing this has everything to do with Summer?”

I waved her off. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”

June’s smirk broadened as she parroted my own words back at me. “I’ve never liked this word ‘fine’. It always seems like a word to cover up all manner of resentments.”

I rolled my eyes again. Just then, movement by the window caught my attention. Penny was peeking in, but from her vantage point all she could see was June leaning against my desk with her arms folded and staring down at me. It was a position June had been in many, many times before, usually while scolding me about some stupid thing or another. My eyes and Penny’s met, and the redhead gave me an almost apologetic look. She certainly was under the belief June had closed the door for the expected scolding, and a moment later Penny turned and walked away.

With a sigh, I slumped deeper into my chair and shook my head. “Forgive my bluntness, but when I think of the people in my life I could talk to about this, you’re like… fifteenth.”

“That’s fair. I’m fully aware that I’m not the most skilled or sympathetic when it comes to providing emotional support. Still, I’m here, and you’re not being very productive right now, so it’s in my best interest to find a way to get you productive again.” June then perked up as if a lightbulb had flicked on above her head. “I can close the blinds and get some more blowjob practice.”

I snorted and shook my head. “Uh, I’m glad to know you’ve been taking notes about how to improve Ben’s mood from the other girls, but no thank you. I’m sorry I got distracted, but I’ll do a better job focusing from now on. We’ve still got a lot of work to do.”

“If not a blowjob, can I interest you in my tight pussy? We haven’t had a brainstorming session yet this week.”

“It’s alright. I can do my job without you needing to put out for me.”

“Oh, it’s not about servicing you.” June grinned. “I’ve got the Level 3 butt plug in now and I want a brainstorming session for ME.”

I sighed wearily and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Uh, maybe later? I’m really not in the right mood.”

June’s eyes narrowed, and I could see those gears and sprockets at work. Wordlessly, she checked her watch and then returned to her desk to pick up her phone. She rapidly typed something, a text message perhaps, popped her phone back into her purse, and then pulled on the shoulder strap. Walking straight over to our office door, she opened it and gestured with her head. “Let’s go.”

I blinked twice. “Um, what?”

“Let’s go,” she repeated, her words brooking no dissent.

“What happened to getting me productive again?”

“We will. But first, let’s go.”

June’s laptop was still docked and locked, so clearly she didn’t intend for us to continue working but at a different location. I had no idea what she had in mind, but at the same time, I didn’t REALLY want to focus on work right now. So the implied suggestion that the two of us should step away from the office for a little bit and catch a mental break really appealed. And with a nod, I got up and joined June by the door.

Arching an eyebrow, I asked her, “Where to?”

June wordlessly grinned.

****

“Nngh! Nngh! Nngh! So good, Ben! Fuck me! Harder! Deeper! YESSSS!!!”

Sasha’s cries spurred me on as I stood at the foot of the big bed in Adrienne’s master bedroom. Her legs were straight up and folded over my shoulders while I held both of them in my hands. I impulsively twisted my face to gnaw on the flesh of her calves, not that it was a particularly erogenous zone for her or anything, but just so I could feel her skin in my mouth. But then I returned my attention downward, watching the way her big boobies bounced in rhythm with my heavy thrusts.

“Ohhh… ohhh… ohhh…” June moaned right next to Sasha, although she was pointed towards the headboard and I couldn’t see her face. Adrienne lay beneath her in a sixty-nine position, the blonde’s mouth wrapped around the Chinese girl’s pussy while Adrienne slowly probed June’s elastic anal ring with a full-size vibrating Ben Junior.

I had to admit, June’s proactive problem solving solution had been right on point. As bossy and demanding as she could be, seduction was not her field of expertise. So when I’d told her I wasn’t in the mood even after she offered to have a brainstorming session, her first thought had been to text Adrienne and Sasha to meet us at their apartment and let THEM do the work of seducing me.

Obviously, they’d been successful.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-SHIIIIT!!!”

The abrupt escalation in June’s voice drew my attention, and I could see now that Adrienne had pushed the mushroom head of the vibrating replica inside June’s ass. Given that the dildo had been made from a mold of my actual dick, I could now say with absolute certainty that June’s ass could fit the real thing should we ever actually get to that point. And to watch the fake version penetrate the skinny girl’s backdoor entrance definitely filled me with a desire to trade places with the vibrator.

Not that I expected to actually trade places today or anything. June had been very clear about her desire to lose her anal virginity with Kim. No matter. I just took the extra surge of energy and directed it into fucking Sasha.

Pulling Sasha’s legs off my shoulders and leaning forward, I instead wrapped her legs around my waist and had the busty brunette cross her ankles behind my ass. I first feasted on her beautiful breasts, tonguing and even biting a bit on her erect little nipples before nibbling my way up her chest and finally searing her lips with a ferocious kiss.

My chest pushed right down on top of Sasha’s, crushing her tits between our bodies as I got my knees atop the mattress and really slammed into her with heavy lunges. She bit my ear and groaned gutturally, but once she caught her breath she whispered into my ear, “You’re such a fucking stud. Pound me, lover. I love it. What just happened? You see Adrienne doing something to June that got you revved up?”

“Nn-hnn…” I moaned while concentrating on the way I drilled myself into Sasha’s sweet snatch.

“What did she do?”

“She got the mushroom head of the Ben Junior inside June’s ass.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” June started howling. “More! More! Deeper!”

“Oh, SHIT,” I groaned, ramming Sasha a little deeper, who giggled at my reaction.

“Flip me over and put it in my ass,” Sasha crooned quietly, her arms clutching my head. “I’ll let you imagine you’re filling hers.”

I paused my thrusting, picked my head up, and stared straight down into my lover’s big brown eyes. “I don’t need to imagine anyone else but you.”

Sasha giggled. “Good answer, but still, listening to that little anal virgin get sodomized by my girlfriend makes ME wanna feel you eight inches deep up my butt. Fair enough?”

I chuckled. “Works for me.”

I gave Sasha one more quick kiss on the lips before slowly pulling back. She smiled up at me with an impish grin and then squealed in excitement as I grabbed her hips and roughly flipped her over. A second later, I hooked my forearm beneath her belly and yanked her back into a doggy-style position while I stepped down onto the floor. And I even let fly with a healthy swat on her bubblicious buttcheek to make her yelp once more.

“Ohhh… ohhh… ohhh…” Sasha moaned as she bunched up the bedsheets in her hands while I notched my cockhead against her winking anus and started pushing through her sphincter.

June turned her head to look at Sasha, panting heavily. “Is he putting it in your ass?”

“Fuck yeah…” Sasha groaned, putting both of her hands on her forehead and closing her eyes to absorb the sensations of her rectal cavity being filled.

“I wanna see,” June breathed, and she started squirming from her position on top of Adrienne.

The busty blonde beneath my co-worker had the first few inches of the Ben Junior dildo inserted into June’s backdoor. She slowly withdrew it and thumbed the vibration function off before allowing June to completely climb off of her.

June crawled around, reversing herself so that she could have an up close and personal view of my thick dick stretching Sasha’s anal entrance. And she looked up into my eyes, asking, “Can you pull out so I can see it going in again?”

“Uh, sure,” I agreed. I withdrew slowly, since Sasha’s chute felt pretty snug and she still needed to stretch out some more, but eventually my full shaft pulled free. It bobbed in the air for a moment, and then I leaned forward, preparing to re-insert it through Sasha’s sphincter.

But June suddenly surged forward, capturing my cock in her right hand and glomming her mouth onto it. She looked to be trying to repeat her deep-throat, grabbing my ass with both hands and yanking on it hard to impale her own face with my prick.

“Holy shit!” Adrienne exclaimed in surprise.

“What? What’s going on?” Sasha asked, craning her head back to see.

“June just pulled an ATM!”

“Really? Outta MY asshole?!?” Sasha laughed.

“She’s almost deep-throating it!”

Twisting on her side, Sasha turned around more completely to see the skinny Chinese girl kneeling in front of me, hands still tugging and her mouth inching forward almost all the way but not quite. She started choking then, abruptly pulling back to cough. And she sat back on her heels to pound her own chest with her fist trying to catch her breath.

The three of us waited her out, Adrienne rubbing June’s back sympathetically. When June’s breathing seemed to return to normal, the blonde gave her an appraising look and asked, “You alright?”

June nodded. “Uh-huh. But please don’t stop on my account. Sorry I interrupted you.”

Adrienne grinned. “No worries. We’re all just having fun together, right?”

Sasha was quick to roll up onto all fours again and waggled her booty at me invitingly. I readily stepped back into position, but before I could push inside, June exclaimed, “Waitaminute!”

I paused and then chuckled. June’s face was bright and cheery, bouncing energetically like a teenybopper in stark contrast to her robotic demeanor at the office. She slithered beneath Sasha in a sixty-nine position, eagerly popping her head between the brunette’s thighs and grinning up at me upside-down. She reached back to grab my butt again, pulling me forward to make her desires clear. And she reached up with her right hand to aim my prick into Sasha’s asscrack.

Adrienne knelt beside us and pulled Sasha’s cheeks apart. I helped June guide Mr. Happy into position and then pressed forward, feeling the muscle of Sasha's anal ring give way and suddenly allow my penetration. June stared straight at that point of entry with bugged out eyes, enraptured by the sight. I, however, was soon distracted by my adoptive sister/eternal lover as Adrienne planted her lips on mine for her patented nuclear kiss.

I continued making out with Adrienne and reached up to play with two of my favorite things in the entire universe. Adrienne pushed her tits into my palms and crooned her love for me into my mouth as our tongues twisted together. Meanwhile, I started steadily pumping in and out of Sasha’s sweet anal chute, boring my way through her backdoor bunghole while June started lapping at her succulent snatch.

The four of us pulsed like that in rhythm, Sasha and June sixty-nining, me banging Sasha’s butthole, and Adrienne making out with me. We kept that up until Sasha screamed her satisfaction as she successfully surmounted her sexual summit, after which she shivered and went still. I pulled out, let Sasha fall over onto her back, and then June surprised me again by grabbing my dick and tugging it straight into her mouth.

Congratulations, dude. You've turned the asexual android into a filthy anal slut.

Still haven’t tapped that virgin ass yet.

Soon, bro. Definitely soon.

I fucked June’s face upside-down a bit while she grabbed my ass and tried to make me deep-throat her again, but she clearly couldn’t do it easily and I didn’t want her to choke again. Presently, Adrienne flopped onto her back and spread herself open wide for me, holding her own ankles with her legs parted into a wide V-shape.

“Sodomize the shit outta me, Tiger,” the blonde bombshell crooned. And I was quick to go fill her ass up and start happily pumping away.

June was quick to roll over Adrienne into another sixty-nine, this time with her on top. She once again had an up close and personal view of my dick pumping in and out of yet another asshole. And although she spent a good amount of time licking Adrienne’s clit from her position, June also had me pull out every now and again to hold her head and skull-fuck her straight out of Adrienne’s ass.

Seriously. Damn filthy anal slut.

No argument. Damn.

After the third time she had me hold her head and fuck her face upside-down, June gasped for oxygen and watched with wide eyes as I fed my thick dick back into Adrienne's backdoor. I started to accelerate, approaching my orgasm, and June could tell.

“Can I slurp out the creampie?” she asked excitedly.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned, and as a vision of the normally conservative Chinese cutie cramming her tongue into Adrienne’s leaking colon filled my mind, I rapidly sped up, bashing the busty blonde’s butthole at hyper-speed.

“AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” Adrienne started howling as my powerful, penetrating plunges sent her into pleasure paradise. She clenched up as she came, her anal canal constricting around my cock. And as I crammed every last inch of my cock into her colon, I started roaring my release as well.

“UUUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!” I groaned, my ab muscles popping as I repeatedly crunched them, firing out wad after wad of scalding sperm into the darkest depths of Adrienne’s asshole. I retracted maybe two inches between bursts before ramming forward to eject another creamy ejaculation. And only after perhaps seven such shots did I finally stop, keeping myself as deep as possible as I groaned with sincere satisfaction at such a spectacular anal insemination.

But my temporary respite didn’t last long. “I wanna taste it! I wanna taste it!” June yelped eagerly, and she started shoving my stomach to get me to back out of Adrienne’s ass.

I resisted for a moment, carving my cock around Adrienne’s inner walls for my own satisfaction before backing away. As soon as my dick popped free, June once again surrounded my shaft with her hot little mouth, cleaning off my cock and moaning as if tasting the most heavenly dessert imaginable.

But then my slimy semen started seeping out from Adrienne’s sodden sphincter, the gaping open dark hole worn a little red around the edges. June promptly pounced, ducking her head down and unfortunately blocking my view. But I could certainly hear the way she noisily slurped up my spending, moaning as if she’d found an even BETTER dessert than before.

And that was just Round 1.

****

Believe it or not, I didn’t get into anybody’s asshole after that, although both Sasha and Adrienne did get into June’s. After the girls got my dick carefully cleaned up and recharged for Round 2, June went for a ride in what had quickly become her favorite position: Cowgirl but face-to-face with me so we could make out while one of the other girls either gave her a rimjob or fingerbanged her ass.

At one point, Adrienne pulled out a double-ended Ben Junior and offered to give June her very first DP, but June deferred, saying, “The first time I ever want my ass filled with eight inches, it has to be the real Ben.”

Adrienne smirked. “Fair enough.”

And then she buckled on the double-ended Ben Junior anyway, using it to fuck Sasha instead. THAT must’ve made quite a sight. Me lying flat on my back, June cuddled against my chest moaning her orgasm into my ear while Sasha bent over the foot of the bed rimming June while Adrienne pumped the brunette’s wet box from behind.

In the end, I filled June’s pussy with creamy cum, and Adrienne was only too happy to suck out the load and snowball it back to her girlfriend.

Gawd I loved my life.

After that, June and I took a shower together in order to make ourselves presentable for the office. We made it quick, keeping the pawing at each other’s bodies to a minimum. But then we emerged to find Adrienne and Sasha moaning and groaning in the throes of ecstasy while scissoring with a flexible double-ended Ben Junior between them, and the next thing I knew, June had my pants around my ankles while she dug her fingernails into my ass and tried to force herself into another deep-throat. She didn’t quite succeed, although she did manage to get me to paint her tonsils with all of my semen reserves. And THEN we finally left the apartment to head back to work.

We were just getting into the elevator when June finally checked her phone, and her eyes went WIDE.

“What is it?” I asked, leaning over. June showed me her screen, and I immediately marveled at what it said, muttering, “Holy shit.”

June’s screen showed that she had a hundred and thirty-four text messages, a good chunk of them from Penny and Dalton, but not all. It had been hyperbole when she claimed Dawn had sent her a hundred messages on Sunday night, but this was no exaggeration. I quickly fished out my own phone as well, brought up the screen, and I had a hundred and fifty-NINE messages.

“What is going ON?” June muttered, unlocking her phone and quickly scanning her message inbox.

“There are work emails too, all on the same subject line,” I muttered, opening my mailbox. Rather than sort through what looked like a massive chain letter, I scrolled down to the first email before everyone on CC started replying to each other. And after opening it and reading the first few lines, my mouth dropped open as I turned and showed the screen to June.

She shook her head as she began scanning, almost muttering to herself the pertinent facts in the email. “Hollister Deal… Four-point-two billion dollars… Sharpley and Matthews both disappeared… Mr. K flying back from Tahiti… Offices closed until further notice. What the heck?”

The elevator came to a stop at the parking level and the doors opened, but neither of us immediately moved; we were too engrossed in our screens. But as the doors started to close, I quickly jabbed my foot out and caught the door. And this time when they re-opened, I took June by the elbow and pulled her out with me.

“Is this really happening?” June asked, eyes absolutely huge. “This can’t be real, can it? These messages read like they’re from crazy people!”

“Our whole office is going crazy at the same time? Unlikely.”

“What does this mean? What do we do? Are we out of our jobs?!?” June babbled, eyes wide. She was the quintessential human calculator, ruthlessly efficient and accurate when given a fixed set of parameters that behaved within certain expectations. But whenever a curveball like this got thrown at her, her default response was to crash like a computer’s blue screen of death.

“No way. Nuh-uh. This is wire fraud. Federal authorities like OFAC get involved. We’ve got the best finance jockeys in the country who know how to zip money around international banks like they’re driving down the freeway. You think Jonathan Kwong is just gonna sit back and let that money disappear? He’s gonna track those motherfuckers down and get it back.”

“But what if he can’t? What if they can’t trace it all? Four-point-two BILLION, Ben. That’s… that’s like JKE’s entire valuation. Maybe even MORE. We’re underwater right now. 4D, Hashimoto, Karadyne… Yeah, there’s a shell game of loans we can do for some of the smaller stuff, but if JKE doesn’t have liquid capital on hand as collateral, NOTHING happens. They shut the fucking office down! As of right now, you and I are out of a job!”

I grimaced, thinking of my responsibilities to my family, to my son and his mother. I wasn’t broke or anything like that, and my work success over the past two years had definitely made my personal bank account grow much more than I could have ever imagined. If I stopped to think rationally, June and I were smart, skilled people who would be highly sought-after commodities in our field.

But none of that was guaranteed, especially with the recent bubble burst of the real estate market and subsequent downturn in the economy. In this moment of great uncertainty, I couldn’t muster up enough confidence to feel certain about anything. And all I could say right then was to agree, “Yeah… looks like we’re out of a job.”

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