May 21, 2017
Sable flew into a rage earlier, shrieking at Alex that he was an idiot who could never get anything right. Alex, at the time just an intern, had been the only employee on Sable's team to stay through the weekend to help finish the code sprint. But it turns out that his work was even worse than just not doing anything at all. With a single keystroke, Sable deleted the entirety of his 48 hours of marathon code-monkeying.
"Get out my sight!" Sable said at the end of a 20-minute dressing-down. "You call yourself a programmer? Pathetic! Go learn how to flip burgers, it's all you'll ever amount to!"
Now Alex sits at his desk outside Sable's office, his face in his hands, weeping uncontrollably. He keeps trying to snap himself out of it and get back to work, for Sable's sake, but every time he lays his fingers on the keyboard he feels a convulsion of self-hatred that forces him to stop. He knows he'll never be good enough. Why try?
A couple hours later, Sable pokes her head out of her office door and peers into the otherwise empty hive of workstations where Alex sits. "Come here," she says.
Alex chokes back his tears enough to make himself presentable and follows Sable to her office. He knows what's coming: he's going to be fired, and he deserves it.
Sable leans against her desk and holds up a small package wrapped in bright wrapping paper. "What is the meaning of this?" She asks.
Alex, filled with embarrassment and sadness, slowly explains: "w-well, I got you a present for your birthday," he says. (He left it on Sable's desk in the morning, and now, close to 11 PM, she has only just noticed it. He doesn't tell her that part.)
Sable looks at the package. "It's my birthday?" She says.
Alex nods.
"That makes me... 26?" Sable says, as if uncertain.
Alex nods.
She sits at her desk and tears open the wrapping paper, dropping it on the ground. Dutifully, Alex picks it up, because he knows she'll forget.
It's a little box of chocolates. (Alex picked it out at Alegio, here in town, and it cost him way more than he could afford. He doesn't tell her that, either. He figures since she's so rich, she expects only the best.)
Sable peers at the box for a few moments, turning it over in her hands a few times.
"I don't like chocolate," she finally says. She hands the box back to Alex.
"O-oh... Oh. O-o-okay... I'm sor--"
"You can eat them. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"Yeah. I mean- y-yeah, definitely. I'm so sor--"
"Please return to work."
Alex turns to go, welling up again, but Sable calls out: "Wait."
Alex turns back around, hangdog expression on his face.
"You should quit," she says.
Alex can only sadly agree. "You're right. I'm nothing... I won't come in on Monday."
"What are you talking about?" Sable says. "I mean you should quit school. Come work for me, full time. I don't want to lose you at the end of the summer."
"W-what?" Alex says.
"I'll pay you," she says, "if that's the issue. I understand that not having a degree significantly lessens your earning power. So, then - $20 million dollars wired right to your bank account. Tonight. Then $2 million per year henceforth in perpetuity."
"M-million--" Alex stammers.
"Money is nothing to me. I need you by my side, Alex. I need you to help make the world right again."
"But... why me?" Alex says, unable to stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks now. "I'm useless."
"Useless?" Sable says, aghast. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
Alex can only stand there, silent.
"Wait a second..." Sable says - coming to a sudden realization. "Were there a couple white chocolates in there?"
Alex nods.
"I do like those," Sable admits.
Alex tries to hand her back the little box, but she waves him off.
"Sit down," she insists. "We can share. I think we both need a break."
Alex has never had a more perfect moment, before or since, than the 30 minutes he spends eating dainty chocolates with Ms. Guiteau in her office.
---
On Tuesday, Alex is the first one into the office - besides Sable, of course. Even despite the abuse Alabaster and Sable laid upon him yesterday, he managed to drag himself out of bed and make it to work.
He's still getting set up at his PC when Sable does that now-familiar ritual: poking her head out, telling him to come see her.
Sable sits back down at her desk and beckons Alex over.
"What is it, Ms. Guiteau?"
Sable tugs Alex by the wrist and guides him to a kneeling position in front of her chair. Before he can protest, she shoves his head against her crotch.
"Mmmf--!" He grunts, half-smothered.
Desperately, Sable unbuttons her pants and lifts her little butt just enough to snake her way out of them. She kicks them off, but not completely, so that they lie bunched up on the floor around one of her ankles. She forces Alex's face to her crotch again. The front of her plain white panties are darkly stained with her need and the outlines of her cunt lips are visible through the sheer wet fabric.
"Smell me," Sable commands.
Alex, on hands and knees, inhales deeply, and involuntarily wags his butt when he does so. He darts his tongue out and starts licking her through her panties.
Sable raps her knuckles on his skull. "I didn't tell you to lick me. I told you to smell me."
Alex nods obediently, and his tiny nose tickles Sable's clit. He lays his hands on Sable's thighs and fills his nostrils with her womanly scent. Sable gazes down at him appreciatively.
She shimmies out of her panties now, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her pussy drips freely on the leather seat. She props both of her ankles on the desktop so that both of her lower holes are proudly on full display. Alex stares at them, glassy-eyed, his lips slightly parted. Sable pets Alex's hair like he's a puppy. Then she guides his face lower, down to her ass. She has a particular penchant for this, it turns out.
She hunches forward a bit and brings her keyboard to her so she can work while she sits like this. "Now you can lick me," she tells him.
Alex moans a happy and very girly moan as he gets to work. He tongues her anus inside and out, and intimately acquaints himself with her taste. His tongue is little, but wet and eager, and very hot.
For the next several hours, Sable diligently codes while Alex eats her asshole. This is all it takes to make her cum again and again, at random intervals. When she cums, she doesn't make any more noise than a little "nnn~" and she doesn't bother to warn Alex that it's about to happen. Alex, his eyes closed and his entire focus on licking Sable out, occasionally finds himself doused in a rain of fragrant girl-cum that sloshes and spills all over him, ruining his clothes and matting his hair. Sable doesn't care about that, and neither does he.
---
Cerise still won't talk to you and you're not looking forward to another long night spent alone with only Rose for company. You need to blow off a little steam - and something else, too - so after work, you go to the apartment that Whitney shares with Alex.
Alex himself is still hammering away at his workstation PC, so you should be able to get some alone time with Whitney. It's just what you need to relieve the stress.
"There's my Aladorkster," Whitney says when she answers your knock. She returns to the living room and sits down on Alex's couch. She's still in her Whole Foods frock, watching an episode Judge Judy and sucking a lollipop.
You follow her in and sit beside her. "Was this your first day?" You ask.
"Uh huh. My manager Ryan is a real asshole. He kept bitching at me because I didn't ask the customers if they found everything they were looking for. It's like - no one wants to make conversation in the checkout lane, doofus. If you didn't find what you were looking for by the time I'm scanning your shit, too bad."
"That's really--" you begin.
Whitney turns her attention back to the TV. "Hey!" she hollers to one of the people on the screen, "you fuckin' liar! You know you didn't pay her any restitution for the damage to her tires!"
From years of friendship with Whitney, you've learned that growing up in a trailer park imparts two notable traits: 1) yelling at daytime television, and 2) knowing certain $20 words involving the legal system, such as "restitution."
Judge Judy now affirms Whitney's assessment of the man's truthfulness re: restitution for the tires, and this pleases Whitney.
Whitney crunches down on her lollipop now, chews it, and discards the stick in a small bowl on the coffee table. You realize she must have been eating these things nonstop since getting back from work: the bowl has over a dozen such discarded lollipop sticks, and next to it is a large open bag of dumdums - sour apple flavor. Whitney immediately grabs another one, unwraps it, and gets to sucking. Not before leaning her head back and vigorously rubbing the lollipop against the back of her tongue for a few moments, that is.
"What the hell are you doing?" You ask.
"Hmmm? ...Oh." She looks at you, her dumdum's stick protruding from the left side of her lips as she grins a devilish grin. "You'll see~"
That phrase, from her, has never signaled good things. You decide to take the initiative: you find the remote control beside her on the couch and click the TV off. With your free hand, you slip your fingers underneath the shoulder-strap of her frock.
Whitney giggles. "You're a little seducer now, huh?"
"Don't call me little," you say, kissing the side of her face several times. "I'm bigger than you."
"Ooh, scary," Whitney says. "I'm shaking."
"Maybe you should be shaking," you intone.
"What, are you going to rape me now?" Whitney says, swaying side to side to help you get her out of the frock. "Tired of dumping your load inside another boy? Need a real pussy to relieve yourself?" She might be teasing you, but she's in your lap now.
You pull the lollipop from her mouth, but she only lets it go after puckering her lips so it makes a wet 'plop' as it leaves. A long, sticky strand of saliva connects her parted lips to the shiny green bulb of the sucker, before the growing distance finally snaps it apart.
"I've got something better for you to suck," you say.
"Not yet," Whitney says. She bops the tip of your nose with an index finger and takes the dumdum back from you. She sticks it in her mouth again.
You don't really care which of her holes you get right now, so if she doesn't want it in her mouth, you'll just have to do something else. You hook your fingers in the waistband of her shorts, and she raises up a bit in your lap so you can pull them down. Of course, she doesn't have any panties on.
"Slut," you say.
"You love it~"
She grinds her bare mound into your crotch, but you're already hard - you don't need a lap-dance. You reach between where your bodies meet and unzip your fly, letting your dick spring free. Whitney's hairless pussy sliding back and forth across the shaft makes you curl your toes in simultaneous pleasure and frustration. You grip her by the waist and thrust back against her, enjoying the tease.
Whitney stares at her own work intently, the way your dick gets wet with her cream and lewdly parts the lips of her cunt on each upstroke. She keeps one hand on the stick of her lollipop, sucking. It's a weirdly erotic vision: Whitney naked only from the waist down, wearing a crop top and sucking on a sucker while she wags her hips and undulates against your straining cock.
She looks you in the eye. "I want you in my ass today," she says.
She pulls the sucker from her mouth for a moment. Then she tilts her head down, lets her tongue loll lazily out, and drools a viscous stream of spit. It comes down slowly - very slowly, and very thickly - in a single long unbroken mass that lands on the head of your rampant dick.
You groan as she reaches down and rubs the slick mushroom tip of your cock with her palm. Next she grips you in her fist and smears the drool all around your shaft for good measure.
She leans back in your lap, bracing herself with one hand against your knee. Putting the sucker back in her mouth, she drools into her other hand and then digs two fingers into her own asshole. You're impressed at how easy it is for her. Has she been practicing? Seeing her get herself ready for your cock, pushing her fingers in and out as if she's masturbating with her asshole, makes your dick throb in lust.
"That should be good," she finally says.
She straddles you, her knees on either side of you now, and lowers herself against your dick. You meet immediate and intense resistance from the clenched entrance of her ass.
"Unggg--" she grunts. She loops her arms over your shoulder and hunches forward for support as she tries to force you in. She wrenches her eyes closed and grits her teeth in pain, but won't stop trying.
"Relax," you offer.
"Why is your cock so big?" Whitney whines. "Jerk..."
She she needs some help. You put your hands on her shoulders and push her down, simultaneously thrusting your hips. And that does it: your dickhead breaches her opening, taking Whitney's anal cherry once and for all.
Whitney gasps like she's just had the wind knocked from her. You can feel her trembling in your arms - the vibrations feel great on your dick. The way she involuntarily clenches and unclenches her violated anus, trying to get used to your girth, also feels great.
"Ow... ow, ow ow! It's too big!" Her voice is much higher pitched than usual, and she sounds like she's about to cry.
"That was the worst part," you insist. "It'll be easy now."
"Ow, ow, ow," she mutters, despite your encouragement. Her breaths are sharp and loud as she sucks them through her teeth.
"Shh," you say. "If Alex can do it, you can too."
"Alex is a little faggot gay boy," Whitney hisses. "Of course it's easy for him! Ow-- owww. You're too big... you're too big, Ally..."
You let her adjust to your size for a few moments. Slowly, the vice-like tightness of her anus loosens, just a tiny bit, and you start to ease her down. Millimeter by millimeter, her ass sinks down around your member.
"Oh god," you groan, relishing the heat and unparalleled snugness of Whitney's ass as it engulfs you. She's still breathing sharply - and you can feel a couple wet tears when her cheek brushes up against yours - but she's a good sport and works through the pain. Eventually you're up to your nuts inside her.
"Fuck," Whitney grunts. "Fuck, fuck..."
You're not sure if that one is pleasure or pain.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," you tell her. That's a fair warning, and not a request for permission. Whether it hurts or not, you can't stop now.
Whitney nods.
You grab her waist again and pull her up a couple inches. She helps you out. But you don't pull out too far because you can't resist the soft, silky insides of her ass, the radiating warmth or the pressure of her muscles gripping you. You need to get as deep inside her as you can. You slam back against her. Her shocked "unfff" is all that escapes her lips.
Soon you establish a steady pace inside her, short jackhammer thrusts that send waves of tingly pleasure up your spine. Whitney is like a ragdoll in your hands, completely pliant, and unable to resist even if she wanted to. Maybe this was more than she bargained for.
You almost don't notice it when the front door opens and Alex walks in.
You stop immediately, but Whitney puts a hand to your chest and keeps bouncing up and down. "Don't..." she breathes. "Keep going. Let the boy watch."
And he does - Alex watches with interest. There's surprise on his face but not necessarily the sort of embarrassed shock you might expect from someone who walked in on their roommate with her boyfriend. More like curiosity.
"Go get changed," Whitney commands him.
"Yes Ms. Whitney," he says, timid.
You keep fucking Whitney for a minute or two after Alex disappears into his bedroom. You're close to losing your load inside her deepest parts when she suddenly draws all the way off of you and stands, leaving your poor dick throbbing and pulsing against your belly, the air cool against it.
You groan in delirious need for release. Whitney bites down on her sucker, discards the stick, and smiles. "Let's go," she says. "I'll make you feel REALLY good now..."
She leads you into Alex's room. Your head is thrumming and you're not thinking straight, not even seeing straight - you just need to cum. Anywhere will do.
Alex is sitting on his bed, looking down at the floor, blushing. He's wearing that outfit Whitney picked out for him - you could have guessed as much. It's a gossamer-thin pink negligee that hugs tightly to his milk-pale skin, complete with a pair of crotchless panties that leave his hard little dick pointing straight at the ceiling. And there's an addition you weren't prepared for, too: long pink knee socks and a pair of fuck-me pumps. Whitney's got him all tarted up.
Alex might be abashed about wearing a slutty outfit like this, but his dick really likes it. It drools into his lap where his thighs are pressed tightly together. Even from across the room, you can see it throbbing.
Whitney climbs into the bed with him, pets the top of his head gently. "Like we practiced, ok?" she says.
Alex nods. He lies down, on his back, and opens his mouth as wide as it goes. Whitney crawls over on hands and knees to position her head over Alex's. She leans down, way down, joins her mouth to his and makes out with him wetly.
At least you think that's what you're seeing - it turns out you're wrong. Whitney pulls back to reveal that instead of kissing Alex, she's been drooling into his mouth the whole time.
You peer down and see that Alex's upturned mouth is about half-full of Whitney's frothy saliva. And she isn't done yet: she pinches all of her fingers together and reaches into the back of her throat to gag herself. She retches and heaves a bit. Then pulling her hand away, she drools even more ropes of slimy spit into Alex. She goes until the level rises to the back of his teeth. He takes it gamely - with, in fact, the closest thing to a smile you can have while you've got a wide-open mouth full of spit. His face is an absolute mess now. So is Whitney's - she hasn't been exactly fastidious about making sure all her spit gets to the right place. Her face is almost as wet and ruined-looking as Alex's.
"Fuck him," she pants, her voice hoarse. "Fuck his mouth."
You climb onto the bed and straddle Alex's face. Your eyes meet - but as your dick comes into his frame of view, just inches above his head, his eyes fix on that instead. He's got a glazed-over, stupid look as he stares at it.
Whitney kisses you. "He's a little cockslut," she whispers. "Look at how bad he wants it."
Alex nods eagerly at this, the saliva in his mouth sloshing back and forth like a glass about to spill.
You won't deny him if it's what he wants. You line your cock up and sink it in. The little ocean of drool in his mouth is like heaven against you as he closes his lips and it overflows hotly in all directions. Looking down, you see him with his eyes tightly closed as the escaping saliva runs all across his nose, eyelids and forehead - and down, too, around his chin and his cheeks. He looks barely human like this.
Supporting yourself on your hands against the mattress, you fuck in and out without any mercy. You fuck Alex's tiny throat like a cheap onahole that you don't care about breaking. He gags and heaves, but that just makes your slimy dick even wetter, and increases your pleasure. The only resistance Alex puts up is balling his fists and beating against the mattress.
Whitney leans back and plays with her cunt while she watches you orally rape this unfortunate boy. With her other hand, she massages your balls. The bed squeaks underneath you.
"That's right," Whitney tells Alex, "eat my ass off Ally's dick. You're such a darling cockslut... fuck... fuck, you're so cute like this..." She rubs her clit in quickening circles and squirts a little load of girlcum all over Alex's bedsheets.
"I'm gonna blow," you groan - for Whitney's sake, not for Alex's.
"Don't!" Whitney says. "It's my turn. I want it inside. I want you to cum inside me."
"Then hurry--" you say.
Whitney hurries. She quickly circles around and positions herself in front of you - sitting on Alex's face to do so. She spreads her legs wide and beckons you to use her cunt.
You pull out of Alex's mouth and seat yourself to the hilt in Whitney's creaming pussy. The two of you fuck like that, mashing viciously back and forth against each other. Your weight and force of your fucking grinds Alex's head oppressively into the mattress. He's gasping and grunting for air, close to passing out you would guess, but that's no concern of yours. You just need to blow your load.
"Cum in me, cum in me," Whitney coos, her voice taking a sing-song lilt. "Cum inside me, Ally!"
You throw your head back and cum, blasting the back of Whitney's pussy with shot after shot thick white semen. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you even deeper as you creampie her, her entire weight now pressing down on Alex's skull. You cum so much that it spills out around you, drips down and smears into Alex's beet-red face.
When you finally finish and pull out, Whitney sits up on her knees to let Alex breathe. He gasps like a resuscitated drowning victim, his entire body shuddering.
Whitney, glowing in post-orgasm ecstasy, rubs a hand in the region between her belly button and her pubic mound. "I'm so warm..." she purrs. "In here... you came so much..."
As she does this, gravity takes over and your cum drips in fat pearls out of Whitney's cunt. They fall and splatter against Alex. Your cum mixes with the bubbly mess of spit coating every square inch of his destroyed face. It's hard to tell what his expression signals, through the nearly opaque layer of slime and jizz covering him.
His face is still bright red and he's still gasping for air, when Whitney, her voice almost motherly in tone, presses her cunt to his lips and says "there, there... you like it, don't you?"
She humps back and forth, gently now, not putting a lot of weight against him - just rubbing herself lazily against his different features. She massages her pussy mound with both hands to help the cum run out of her. She leaves sloppy little trails of your cum everywhere she rubs against Alex like this. And she isn't wrong, Alex does like it: the first thing he does when he moves again, is use both his hands to rub the nasty mess into his skin and play with it. Whitney laughs and cums on Alex too, her cream just adding to the mess. Alex whines happily.
"He's perfect like this, isn't he?" She asks you.
You look down at Alex's crotch. At some point, he came on himself.