by Writing Shark
The work really is never done
Even though you’ve had a short, sexy day at work, that doesn’t mean your girlfriend has. It’s not Olivia who’s waiting for you at the door with a kiss and a smile, but old Mrs. Chee, and you don’t get a kiss from the resolute lady either, but at least a smile.
“Hello, Mrs. Chee.”
“Hello Mr. Stratton,” she greets you. “Work?”
“Yes, work was exhausting,” you smile as she takes your jacket and suitcase from you. “Where’s Olivia?”
“Not work” grumbles the old lady. “Party, yes? Every time! Miss not work.” She shakes her head angrily. You love Mrs. Chee to death, otherwise you wouldn’t have taken her out of her shithole in Asia to the land of freedom and opportunity and she’s grateful to you for it, which is why she’s taking out her anger about the mess on your girl. Olivia likes to tease the old lady, something you barely tolerate, as it’s cute to see the two women at each other’s throats. Smiling, you pull a handful of big green dollar bills out of your pocket. The house is spotless again, the orgy wiped clean, ready for the next dance.
“For your trouble Mrs. Chee.”
“Yes Yes. No work at all. Only party. Not good. Not good.” Smiling, you wait until the old cursing lady has gone to the bus stop, then you look for your useless influencer-girlfriend.
You find her and Ashley deep in their work. From the hallway outside her studio on the top floor, you watch the two girls ‘working’ and agree with Mrs. Chee. You’re not exactly an Oilrig man or a construction worker yourself, but influencer, that’s something you can’t understand.
Or actually, you do, but it’s so obvious that you don’t believe one can earn money with it. But it is, and with the short videos Olivia will finance your next trip abroad.
Ashley wears a green crocodile onesie, Olivia a blue suit that is supposed to represent a shark. Together they jump around on the bed like silly children to obnoxious music until they notice you.
“Honey!” Olivia hops off the bed and you get your big hug and kiss as she throws herself into your arms. Ashley remains sitting nervously on the bed.
“Are you working all day?”
“Mrs. Chee banished us upstairs. When are you going to fire that witch?” But you don’t want to talk about that now.
“When is dinner?”
“In an hour. I’ve sent us something.”
“Not Italian again,” you grumble. Even a menu prepared by a Michelin-starred chef gets on your nerves at some point.
“Mexican,” Olivia just says and winks. Then she kisses you again and grabs you between the legs with feather-light movements. “In the meantime, can you help us wrap things up?”
Maybe I should have been a director after all, you think to yourself as you film the two girls having a pillow fight. Ashley was reluctant at first, due to the fact that you fucked her little asian brains out this morning, but after a harsh rebuke from your girlfriend, she’s now playing along, giggling, screaming and laughing as she duels with Olivia. Basically, all they’re doing is an extended, primal mating dance. Shaking butts, smiling, rosy faces, it’s easy and it fills you with pride to earn your money in a respectable industry. But you respect Olivia for knowing what value women have in society and using that to her advantage. “I think we have everything,” you finally say firmly and assert yourself as a man. Olivia drops the pillow, crawls over to you on the bed and grabs your pants, all under her student’s eyes.
“Now what?” You smile at each other.
“Now I get my reward for my help.”
“Yes Sir.” When Olivia says this, it sounds wicked and teasing, not submissive. There are no power games in your relationship. That’s what you have your human fleshlight toys for. “Ashley! Come here!”
“Now say it!” It took a while, but Ashley had no power over Olivia, especially not when you entered the room. You admit she looks really sexy, her small body crouching beneath you, her big eyes staring up at you, her narrow mouth slightly open.
“Are you being stupid again?” you ask partingly. “Should I tell my girlfriend to find someone new?” Then it would all have been for nothing and Ashley knows that too. Her slender manicured fingers encircle your hot, throbbing dick.
“Oh Sir,” she whispers between clenched teeth.
“Louder!” Olivia hisses.
“Sorry! Oh Sir! Your cock is so powerful and hard. It looks so delicious. May I… I’m so unworthy of it. May I lick it! Please! I can’t do it without it. I’m addicted to…” Wordlessly, you grab the young girl and fuck her mouth cunt while she struggles to continue speaking. Distorted words of thanks come from her stretched throat as tears run down her face and fall onto the green fabric of her onesie. You kiss Olivia lovingly while Ashley struggles on your cock, almost choking. “Huuurrrrrgh… Thank you Sir for blessing this unworthy bitch with your godlike cock sir!” Ashley proves she can learn her lines, at least for a seconds-long video. But her mouth is tight, wet and warm, a good substitute for her cunt. “I’m unworthy to be fucked by you Sir,” she gasps, eyes glazed over as she jerks you off. Her eyes stare anxiously into yours while her body shakes with excitement.
“But I’m not” grins Olivia who enjoys putting overzealous and inexperienced chicks in their place.
“Yes, Mistress Olivia!” gasps Ashley, jerking you off even faster. “Please show me your divine cunt.” Her head is bright red but she fights through the humiliation because it’s what she has to do for glory.
The moment Ashley grips your cock is gentle and tender and you see on her face the realization that she will not have this love in her life. And as she gently and carefully moves your cock between her mentor’s legs, you see her smile, thankful that she can be part of this world.
“Now you get it,” you say, but then focus on Olivia.
“Yes…” Ashley whispers and nods. “I got it…” Then your deep animalistic moans fill the room as you finally come home to your girlfriend. Olivia moans too, wrapping her toned legs around you as you lean over her and make slow, tender love to her.
Lying on your back, you can admire your girlfriend in all her beauty. Her onesie is unbuttoned, her tits spill out and her cunt lies open in front of you as she giggles and tryes to hold back her oversized hood. Then her pussy clenches in a sea of pleasure as your thumb slides over her exposed clit and your cock pushes into her. Her cunt, like everything else on her body, is trained and strong, Olivia is built to be taken hard, but you tickle a cute little orgasm out of her while you wait for the Mexican food.
“Thanks honey,” Olivia gasps a little later. Ashley squats next to you with her legs apart, her chest just as exposed as Olivia’s, her hands between her thighs as your girlfriend orgasms. With trembling arms, she pulls herself up against you and kisses you deeply on the lips, then lets herself fall back down.
“Do you still have strength for a second round?” You smile at her and look at your watch.
“I think the food needs a bit more time.” Together you look at Ashley.
Writing Shark 