The right kind of help (MF)

I have stumbled upon the worlds greatest job, and it feels amazing to go to work every day. I am the live-in fuck toy of a witch training facility in the woods of Oregon, and I spend most of my days maintaining the facility and servicing the many salacious women who work and study here.

Most of my life previous to the pandemic was pretty mundane, rural and uninteresting. I developed a cursory skillset in most trades, learned all the blue jobs and generally managed to keep my head above water but not much better. Then, when I was travelling a bit during the pandemic lockdown, I stumbled upon an ad looking for seasonal labor.

In hindsight, the first week was pretty entertaining actually. The concept of the place was so foreign to me, I had a really hard time adjusting to it. These three divorcees in their 50’s had made a killing from their ex partners, pooled their resources and started the modern equivalent of a coven. I had a handler, Marta, for the first while, because there was a “list”, more like a novel, of things that were broken and in need of repair. So I spent the first week trying to orient to the surroundings, prioritize the list, and try to make a plan to tackle it. And, this was the biggest shock of all, every thing on that list that I managed to fix, the woman who put the item on the list would hunt me down and enthusiastically suck me off. Over and over again, all week. I think I maybe learned 5 names during that time, of the 80 or more women who lived here, and my dick probably saw the inside of 25 different mouths. Marta stood there and encouraged each woman latched onto my cock, much to my enjoyment. The only downside is that they never finished the job, they would stop just short of me cumming and zip my dick back into my pants. Mercifully, I have been graced by the gods of genetics and do not get blue balls, but by day 5 I was yearning to unload down the throat of one of these hot tributes.

On the start of my second week, I was taken by Marta into the office of one of the owners, Kristin. She sat me down in a large room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking a central area of the grounds. “Firstly, welcome,” she said, smiling at me, “Marta tells me you have been tackling our chores list with enthusiasm. That bodes very well for you. I trust you have been enjoying yourself so far?” I gave Kristin a smirk, and turned towards Marta, “Yes, my work feels very appreciated here. So far every successful task has been paid with a throat fucking. Is that the entire compensation model?” Kristin’s smile grew even further, “Not at all! There is actually much more to the compensation, we just had you on a probationary period to make sure things would work out for everyone. I am very pleased with what you have accomplished, so now I’m willing to make you an offer of employment. If you stay and become our grounds manager, you will be paid a salary and you will be entitled to tributes for every job you complete. You will have a suite to stay in, be fed twice a day, and be free to set your own hours. In return, there are two additional things I need from you. I need you to manage the seasonal labor we hire in spring and fall, and I need to to complete our training program on ejaculation control.” The whole deal sounded so good I almost didn’t catch the last part. “Ejaculation control?” I repeated. “Yes, well as you have noticed, we need you to service several tributes a day, its a two-way situation. We need things fixed, we want you to be rewarded for your services, and our community members have needs to be met at least occasionally. We understand its entirely too much for you to handle alone, so you will have hired help from time to time, but we need to you be hard and ready as often as possible. Therefore, we need you to significant ejaculation control.” It was beginning to seem that the surreal sensation would not soon end. “Ok, that sounds wonderful to me. Can I get back to work then?” I asked with a small chuckle. “No, not yet.” Kristin replied, “Before you leave, I need you to service me to solidify the deal. You will lay down on the couch there, and eat my pussy as I rub my vulva all over your face. You will do this while stroking your cock, and when you cum Marta here will suck down all of your ejaculate. This process will be repeated biweekly through your control training, until Marta here no longer gets her reward. At that point, we will send out a PSA through the facility notifying everyone that you have completed your training, and they are allowed to bring you to completion. Now, be a good pet and cooperate for me.” Kristin slid her black lace panties down from under her pencil skirt, hiked the skirt up and straddled my face. Her freshly washed, freshly shaven pussy was like the best smelling meal I had ever laid eyes on. I devoured all of her, as she rubbed herself all over my face. She reached orgasm just before me, and I felt Marta’s warm mouth wrap around my cock just as promised. The much needed release was nothing short of divine.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/q839z0/the_right_kind_of_help_mf