The Live-In

They rode the same bus, but rarely sat near one another. Jake sat at the back every day. Robin would sometimes come to sit beside him, but on most days she ducked in at the last minute, sometimes with the bus already moving, to take the first seat available. On those days, Jake would watch the door with his breath held tight in his lungs, not releasing until he saw her. She would sit and preen her hair or finish putting on makeup to hide the rosy cheeks from her rush. Jake never understood the pattern of her appearance or that of any woman. Some times she was no better dressed than him, wearing an old t-shirt, a pair of ragged jeans, and a ski cap that did a poor job of containing her mass of curly, black hair. Other times, she would wear a skirt and blouse. Jake knew those words and that they generally applied to the items Robin wore, but would have hesitated to call them that in conversation. He did understand they made her look much more sophisticated and adult, as though she were no longer a random coder like himself.

From time to time, Robin would be at the bus stop early. Jake did not understand these days either. Robin would tell him that she couldn’t sleep or that she’d woken up too early. She’d relay these banal comments while shoving a coffee into his hand and not giving him time to remove his earbuds. Taking a place beside him, she would also focus on her phone while sipping her own coffee and listening to the podcast playing in her ears. Jake liked this. He liked the feel of her shoulder bumping against his as they rode through their colonial neighborhood and into the business district with its sleek and clean designs. They were friends. Work friends. Their interactions began with the commencement of the workday, which sometimes bled into the morning commute, and ended when they went home, though in the seven months they’d known one another Jake had not been on the bus home with her once. While at work, they interacted as much as was appropriate for any two coworkers, which was very little. Robin’s cubical was on the other side of the pool from Jake’s. For a two week period some months ago, they’d been assigned to the same project. During this time, Jake became certain that he was madly in love with Robin.

On the morning of the seventh anniversary of the passing of the Sexual Service Act, Robin ran late. She barely made it into bus at all and took her spot near the front. For the first time, Jake was grateful that she had not come to sit beside him. His mind was elsewhere, and Robin had a way of needling out information from him. It did not help that he hated lying to her. His goal for the day was to get through it without letting anyone know that he’d finally given in. His live in freeuse girl was arriving that evening. Intellectually, he knew he had been a fool. Over the past seven years, society had adjusted dramatically. Once the legislation passed, it quickly became clear that more women than not had wanted to take part in the program. Puritanical prudishness disappeared overnight. After two years, the program expanded to include multiple other components. The live-in girls, officially called Residential Based Sexual Service Employees, were enough to catch Jake’s eye. He’d never cared for the girls at the office, the ones like Susan. She’d been with their company since the beginning of the SSA. Jake figured she’d been fucked on every desk and table in their office even though she had a room designated for that specific purpose. When she wasn’t bent over somewhere, she was probably underneath someone’s desk blowing or licking to pass the time. Jake was still human and not free from temptation, but his tendency towards privacy won out in the end.

That’s not to say he hadn’t spent time with a freeuse girl. Recollection of those times, in combination with his otherwise frustrations, ultimately led him to contact the new program. Before meeting Robin, he’d visited a cousin in the country. It had been the cousin’s eighteenth birthday and several SSA volunteers had been brought in for the party. Jake had been shocked to walk into a bedroom and find a woman naked on the bed, her ass wiggling in the air as she asked which hole he’d like. Jake stepped up to the woman and took off his pants. His cock slid into her pussy with no resistance. The woman moaned gratefully while he fucked her. When he finished, she smiled at him and went back to reading something on her phone. He felt a surreal empowerment as he left the room, his cum still leaking down the woman’s thighs. On a separate occasion, he’d seen a woman with enormous breasts in a pharmacy. She was buying a bag of gummies and toothpaste. Jake recognized the symbol on her shirt and propositioned her. She took him by the hand and led him over to an area in the store designed for that purpose. Many places, tired of having people fuck in the middle of their shops, started creating areas for SSA workers. The woman sat Jake down and soon had her tits pushed around his cock. She bounced up and down, letting the head of his cock push into her mouth on each down stroke as her hot titflesh surrounded his shaft until he came and splattered all over her breasts.

He recalled a few other encounters as the bus trundled towards the city center, but mostly Jake thought of who would be waiting for him when he arrived home that evening. He also wondered what Robin would think of him. They’d discussed the freeuse girls before, and Robin had not mentioned any objections. The question that burned in Jake’s mind was why she hadn’t enrolled. He’d even looked at statistics to make sure he wasn’t insane. Over eighty percent of women in Robin’s age range were enrolled in the program. Even more shocking was that number increased as the age of participant went down to the minimum of eighteen where ninety-seven percent of the female population was enrolled. Jake had learned of a few extremist groups who thought the program was demeaning or unfair, but those were anemic even at their strongest moments. The women who declined the program fell into two categories. The first had become termed Dominants, women had already achieved wealth and power and desired to act in dominant roles. The research noted that many Dominants were former program participants. The other group consisted of women who were already in committed relationships. This group shrank over time as program enrollment also spiked after marriage. Jake’s greatest fear was that Robin had an unspoken of husband or boyfriend.

He’d tried to figure it out many times since they worked together on the two week project. The closet he came was a conversation the night before he decided to go ahead with the live-in. The conversation occurred during lunch when Jake and Robin happened to be the only two in the break room. The television blared on about the success of the new Residential and Reproduction programs, and it was Robin who brought it up. “How come you never use the girls in the office?” she asked between bites of a homemade chicken salad sandwich.

Jake answered, “Not a big voyeur. What about you? Never seen you spending any time with Nelson or the girls either.” He hoped that his quickened heart did not cause his voice to waver.

Robin shrugged and blushed slightly. “You’ve seen that guy’s cock. It could split a girl in half. Nah, I’m not into the biomodded guys. Or girls, like you said.”

“Shit, is anyone not biomodded these days?” Jake did not do well in casual conversation on even the best of occasions and the most benign of topics. Speaking with a woman he thought he loved about the ubiquity of biologically enhanced anatomy did not come easily.

“I’m not. Are you?” Robin, on the other hand, spoke with ease of someone entirely disinterested in the topic. They could have just as well been speaking about the weather.

“No,” Jake admitted.

“Do you not use the volunteers at all?” she pressed.

“I do, but not that often. I think not being biomodded helps.”

“Probably. I’ve heard of guys who can’t go twenty minutes without emptying their balls. Can’t see how you get anything done with that kind of thing between your legs.” She paused and put her sandwich down. They both watched the television for a few seconds before she continued, “I didn’t enroll. Was going to, but I got there and chickened out. Had other stuff on my mind at the time.” She took another bite of the sandwich. Jake got the distinct feeling that she was not talking to him, but simply talking and he happened to be nearby. “After that, I felt like I missed the bus. Couldn’t bring myself back to it. Even when things changed.”

“What kind of —” Jake never finished the question. Giggling interrupted them as Susan led two of their coworkers into the room. With no preamble, she bent over and shoved one of the guy’s cocks in her mouth while the other pushed into her ass.

Robin watched the three’s rutting while she finished her sandwich. When she spoke again, it was a question about some code she was working on. Jake helped work through it and even went back to her desk with her to troubleshoot for a while. A question lingered in Jake’s head until later that night when he called to set up his live-in. What things changed? The same question nagged at him as they made their way to work on the day that his live-in would arrive. He imagined going up to the front of the bus and asking her point blank to explain what she’d meant that day. Did she have a boyfriend or fiance at the time? Did she go home to find him balls deep in her mother who had signed up for the program? Had she been so angry that she’d left him and turned her back on the SSA program altogether? Or was it something even more insane? Did she get recruited by one of the radical groups who opposed the new society? Had she become disenfranchised with their efforts over their years, but remained unable to shake the poisonous rhetoric they’d filled her with.

Jake turned up the music blaring in his ears as he attempted to drown out the thoughts. The city loomed in front of him, and he knew that it would be a very, very long day.

As expected, the day went by at a snail’s pace. Jake had anticipated getting nothing done as his mind remained preoccupied with what was going on at his apartment. To his surprise, the intense distraction let another part of his mind work more easily, and he checked off task after task. While proud of himself for working, checking the clock after each task only bludgeoned home the cruel reality of time dilation. A small mercy came in that he did not see Robin from the moment she got off the bus. He did avoid any opportunity to encounter her, sneaking to get his coffee when he knew she would be in meetings and taking his lunch to his desk. He reminded himself that he was embarrassed, but each time he had trouble believing it.

The program had evaluated him and his apartment over several weeks to make sure it was safe and adequate. Things like background checks had become commonplace and thorough in the past ten years, but the SSA office took things to a new level. As a result, they often bragged through advertisements about their high level of safety. After the rather lengthy evaluation, things happened quickly. Jake received the approval and a notification of the date for what the office called “insertion.” For reasons Jake did not understand, the SSA office wanted their live-ins to more or less appear and be immediately integrated into the host’s life. As part of that, they avoided moments of change such as a move in or formal introductions. Jake would leave work and go home to find another person living with him. During the day the SSA office would have moved in all of the girl’s things and arranged them exactly how she wanted. He’d seen before and after videos on the website. The attention to detail and thoroughness was remarkable. The workers practiced moving the girls’ rooms and tried to get it down to an absolute minimum time. They did cheat a little by doing some prep work, making sure outlets were available and other infrastructural needs. In Jake’s case that had been minor. Among the newly installed room furnishings, he would find a woman.

The live-in program did not allow for much selection in type. The only request Jake had made was to have minimal bio-modding. Race, height, weight, hair color, eye color — all the variables that a normal request for SSA service could make were off the table. Jake tired to think of it as exciting, but he couldn’t put away the small worries that he would find the woman unattractive. Not once in all the years since the SSA office opened had he found any of the SSA volunteers unattractive. Even the men were remarkable in their own way. Conspiracy theorists thought that the volunteers had a biomod that made them more attractive somehow. Jake didn’t believe it. Instead he thought it obvious that healthy, fit people would be considered attractive. Even more so when they would have sex with you at the drop of a hat. Still, he struggled to put aside the normal human conflict of expectation and reality and hoped to find a cute girl waiting for him at home. Perhaps one that resembled Robin.

Jake anxiously tapped his feet on the bus ride home. He’d never been so nervous about something in his life. As they drove, he saw others fucking on the street. Women hungry for cock no matter where they were or what they were doing. He briefly wondered how society had changed so much and so quickly. He doubted that the man behind the Korean girl bent over the park bench outside of his building was plumbing the philosophical aspects that brought them to that point, nor did Jake expect to think more of it after he met whoever waited for him in the apartment. Jake’s problem had always been the doing of the thing. After the thing, whatever it might be, was done, he could do it again easily. Doctors told him that this was a form of anxiety and that the best cure was to think objectively about the situation. As he ascended the steps, ready to meet his live-in for the first time, he considered the fact that millions of others had done the same thing. They’d gone to work and come home to find a wet and ready woman living in their home. Thus far, this had not caused the world to end. Statistically, the live-in would improve his quality of life dramatically as reported by program participants. And, as far as he knew, no live-in had ever rejected a host. It was something the program proudly boasted. He reached the door of his apartment, his home and singular spot in the universe that he felt comfortable, and reminded himself once more that the worst thing that could happen was a catastrophic, ego-crushing moment followed by abject despair and self-loathing. But, that it was very unlikely.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He took off his coat and shoes, leaving them at the door like always. A cursory glance saw nothing out of the norm in the entryway. He did hear the television on and made his way to the living room. For all the times in the past few years that he’d seen a woman naked, seeing Amanda sitting on his couch, cross legged with a bowl of cereal in her hands while she watched a comedy on the television, shocked him the most. “Oh hi! You’re home!” she said with a cheerful chirp. She put down her bowl on the coffee table and then turned away from him on the couch, getting onto her knees. She stuck her ass in the air and looked over her shoulder, “Want to fuck?”

Jake had not expected his answer to be yes. But seeing her so willing and so ridiculously hot quickly made up his mind for him. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. His dick strained against the elastic of his shorts until he fished it out and stroked it mindlessly as he moved closer to Amanda. He placed his hands on the lily white ass and groped, feeling his cock pulse with excitement at the feeling of her soft flesh. He moved her slightly and pushed his cock against her pussy, finding it wet. He slid in with no resistance and sighed with relief. Amanda groaned and started to bounce back against him, but she did so while keeping an eye on the television. Jake’s hips settled into a normal rhythm as he reveled in the feeling of her hot cunt. He didn’t know her name, or he would have moaned it in appreciation. “Cum inside me, please,” she asked as if she were asking him to pass the butter at the dinner table. The request was enough to send Jake over the edge. He pushed himself fully into her and felt the torrent of cum start to spray deep inside of her. He remained there, hunched against her until his cock started to soften. When he moved, she pulled away, grabbed the bowl of cereal, and resumed what she’d been doing before. “I’m Amanda,” she chirped.

Composing himself, Jake tucked his shriveled cock back into his boxers and took a seat beside her on the couch. “Do you mind?” he asked gesturing to the television. She shook her head and turned it off. “I’m Jake.” Beyond that introduction, he didn’t know else to say.

“Oh! Shit, right. I’m supposed to tell you how this works now. You already know, but apparently it helps us bond or whatever if we talk about it. So. I just kind of hang out around the house. Whenever you feel like it, come over and start fucking me. I’m good with waking up with your cock in my ass or pussy or wherever. Only restriction is when I’m in the toilet. That’s all laid out in my papers. Generally, I’ll be here whenever you are and can always come back if I’m out shopping or whatever. We’re roommates, too, so I’ll help clean, but I’m not your maid. Same with food, sometimes I’ll make dinner, sometimes you will, I hope. I can sleep in your bed if you want me too, but sometimes I’ll sleep in mine. We’re not in a relationship. We’re companions. That’s what they say to call it. We can hang out or talk or whatever, but most guys just go about their normal lives, and we fuck when you’re horny. You know all this right? — Oh and nice cock, by the way. That’s all natural isn’t it?”

“Um, yeah, thanks,” Jake said. Her flurry of explanation had eased his nerves considerably. The clink of the spoon against the bowl ceased as she finished eating. She stood up and carried the bowl over to the kitchen, and Jake got a full look at her. She was average height and had sizable breasts for her build. Her skin was pale as milk, but complemented her dark brown hair and eyes well. Her hair was cropped short, and she kept her pussy shaved. That had become almost universal since the SSA. Her best feature was certainly her ass. It jiggled gratuitously as she walked. She padded lightly on bare feet and seemed entirely at home in his apartment. He wondered how long she’d been there, but felt it inappropriate to ask. As he watched her, he realized he was at a loss for what to do next. “So what now?”

She sat back down beside him and casually reached over to grab his cock. It responded to her touch, but sluggishly. “Seems like you need a little longer to recover. What would you normally do when you got home from work?”

“I cook dinner and then play a game or something.”

“Then do that. I’m here to add to your current life, not change it. When you want to fuck again, come stick that cock in me.”

Over the next two weeks, a routine developed. Jake would wake up in the morning and, depending on his level of sleepiness, seek out Amanda. Most mornings, she would be awake in bed. She’d giggle and present her ass the second she saw him. Jake would go to work and spend the day thinking about his job and more than a little about Robin. She sat by him and gave him coffee on the way to work one morning, but did not spontaneously ask about whether he had a new fucktoy. In the afternoons, Jake would arrive home and immediately strip down and fuck Amanda wherever he found her. During these sessions, she was usually preoccupied with some other task. Jake learned quickly that she liked to draw and play video games as well. Their afternoon fucks usually involved Amanda bent over the dining room table with her sketch pad in front of her. Jake would then continue his afternoon with the same old hobbies and past times until he was ready for bed. He would ask Amanda into his room for one of their more impassioned sessions. In general, Amanda let him fuck her and, even though she came sometimes, she barely paid it any attention. But for the last fuck of the day, she gave it her full attention.

Amanda rarely wore clothes around the house. She explained that her biomods made them a lot less necessary, and Jake did not pry any further as he saw no reason to complain about the beautiful naked woman in his apartment. Ultimately it didn’t matter much until the weekends. Lounging around the house, he would watch her go from one room to the other and call her over to have him bounce on his dick until he filled her up with his cum. After a week, it was all second nature. Jake, too, started to lounge around naked or, at best in his underwear. It simply made things easier. Also, it accommodated his rising libido. He noticed it during their second week together. Since Amanda had arrived, he’d gone from masturbating one or two nights a week to fucking and cumming buckets three to five times a day. He asked Amanda if that had anything to do with her biomods, but she didn’t think so. They told her that men tended to rise to the occasion. With no social constraints on sex, demand had increased, and a man’s body would kick in with extra supply. At any rate, it resulted in a dramatic improvement in Jake’s mood.

He did not know of this change in his attitude until the morning that Robin sat down and actually spoke to him. “So what’s up with you?”

“Sorry?”

“You’re all cheerful and helpful nowadays,” she explained as the bus lurched forward. “I’m starting to think you’re a pod person or something.”

The sudden conversation flummoxed him. He found himself trying to look less cheerful, though he didn’t know what that would look like at all. “No, same old me.” The lie faltered on his lips and behind it came a welling of shame. Amanda had been a wonderful addition to his life, and it felt wrong to pretend that she didn’t exist. “No, that’s not true. I enrolled in that new Residential SSA thing. I have a woman living with me now. She’s great.”

If Robin was shocked, it did not show on her face. “Oh, well good for you,” she said. They rode the rest of the way in silence. Though Jake imagined a cloud of anger between them, he had no evidence that the commute was any different than any other.

—

That evening, after finishing on Amanda’s ass, they sat together watching television, and Jake decided to tell her about Robin. Amanda listened patiently as he recounted a romanticized version of the previous year. He ended with the story of that morning’s conversation. At the end of it all, Amanda shrugged and said, “You should ask her out.”

“What? No, I can’t do that. She’s…I mean she’s obviously not interested in me.”

“How is that obvious? She brings you coffee in the mornings. You have lunch with her most days. There’s what? Thirty people in that office and for how long were you two the only ones not fucking the office SSA volunteers?”

Jake’s head felt as if it had been thrown into a wall. How could he have missed something so obvious? “I mean, yeah. But I’m not the reason for that. She had her own thing going on. Like I told you.”

Amanda leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs. Her fingers went down to her pussy and started to stroke it mindlessly while she conversed. This had embarrassed Jake the first time he saw her do it, but now it only served to arouse him faster. His eyes focused on her fingers tracing slowly up and down her slit, and he felt himself getting hard again already. He definitely believed it was more than a supply and demand scenario for his refractory period to be diminishing so quickly. “So, you ask her out and what’s the worse that can happen? If she says no, you can come home, and I’ll blow you. If she says yes, then you go home with her and maybe she blows you. Then you can come back here, and I’ll blow you again anyway.” She giggled at her own vague cleverness and pushed her fingers into her pussy.

Jake considered the idea carefully. In the short time Amanda had been with him, he’d let go of many of his anxiety hangups. As hard as he could, he tried to remember why he hadn’t asked Robin out before. The old worries came back again like “what if she hates you” but the answers had changed. He made his decision and resolved to talk with her the next day. In the meantime, he moved Amanda’s hand out of the way and slipped easily into her pussy.

She said yes. No fanfare or fumbling, but a simple “sure.” Jake asked Robin out during lunch. He suggested they have dinner as a date later that week. And they did. During the overpriced meal, they talked about their histories and a few of their hobbies. The conversation was much different than any the two had before. Outside of work, Robin seemed more relaxed and open. She told Jake about growing up in Florida and where she was educated. Jake in turn told her about his own upbringing and tried not to bore her with his somewhat boring life. On the whole, the meal went very well and at the end of it, the two stood outside of the restaurant and exchanged awkward smiles. That was when the inevitable conversation arose.

“So, do you go home and fuck your roommate now?” Robin asked. Jake knew her well enough to hear no malice or jealousy in her tone. She asked as she would have asked what time he was leaving work so that she could get him some information before he left. But, out of her own need to be clear, she elaborated. “I’m not judging you or anything. I don’t know much about how the live-ins work. After you told me about her, I looked it up and did some reading, but you know they don’t tell much of how it works once it’s set up.”

Jake nodded along, feeling the bloom of red on his cheeks. He nodded down the street, and they began to walk back towards their neighborhood. “Uh, yeah. If I feel like it when I get home.”

They continued, not speaking, and hearing the click of their shoes on the sidewalk. They passed their bus stop before Robin continued, “It’s crazy though, right? The world’s gone crazy?” She asked in a way that showed her more vulnerable than Jake had ever seen. For the first time, she wasn’t the tall, proud woman with a will of steel and a mind full of wit. She looked smaller and afraid, as if a core foundation had been dislodged.

Jake shook his head and chose his words carefully. “I thought that for a while. But then I thought that we made up all the rules in the first place. The old way isn’t any more right than the new way. Maybe the world was wrong up until we fixed. Maybe the world should be like this. I didn’t use the girls at work because I felt like that was breaking some rule that I had for myself. With Amanda, I realized that my rule was dumb. I kept that rule, that line in the sand, because I worried about what would happen if I crossed it. I imagined that everything would get worse. That I would be more lonely and more unhappy. Maybe I was lucky, but taking that step and letting go of my hesitations made things better.”

Robin looked at him dead in the eye. Her gravitas seemed to return and with it came a warm smile. “I like you, Jake. A lot. I’m not great at showing it, and I never have been. When you told me that you had a live-in, I freaked out because I thought you’d finally gotten away from me. So I’m telling you now. I —”

He interrupted her with his lips pressing against her own. He’d kissed Amanda many times over the past weeks, but none of them had felt like this. His heart fluttered in his chest and he felt lightheaded. More than ever, he was aware of his body, and her hands pressing against his hips. They broke apart smiling. “Sorry.”

“That’s ok. It was nice.” She took his hands into her own. “Look, I don’t want to be to quick about this, but I’ve wanted you to kiss me for longer than I can remember. And for not much less than that, I’ve wanted to do other things. Since it’s a brave new world and all, why don’t we go do them.”

Jake felt an explosion of panic in his chest like cold, spikey tendrils wrapping around his guts. “Sure, yeah.”

“Also, I want to meet this Amanda.”

“Oh hi, you must be Robin. Wow, you’re pretty!” Amanda greeted them as they entered Jake’s apartment. As usual, she was stark naked. If that bothered, Robin, she didn’t show it. “How’s your date going?”

Robin answered, “Pretty good, I think. Personally, I’ve decided that I’ve been a prude for entirely too long.”

“Yeah? We just got Jake past that. You two are probably perfect for one another. Jake’s a good guy. Big fat cock too. Not one of those modded ones.”

Jake’s face turned beet red as Robin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Thanks, Amanda, good seeing you. I think we’re going to go back to a bar or something now—” he joked, half serious.

Robin stopped him. “Actually, I have some questions for her. Can we talk? In your room. You don’t mind if we have a little girl time do you Jake?”

He minded very much. The idea of his live-in telling things to his potential girlfriend horrified him, but he had no real grounds to object, nor did he think Amanda meant him any harm. “Sure, I’ll have a beer and sit awkwardly in the living room.” He watched Robin follow Amanda into the back. Right before they turned the corner, he saw Robin’s hand slide against Amanda’s delectable ass. Nervous, but still aroused by the thought of Robin being in his apartment at all let alone in the back with his live-in, he grabbed a beer from the kitchen and swigged it down. The minutes ticked by with a heavy weight settling on his shoulders. He felt uncomfortable and trapped. He’d not been in his apartment this long fully clothed since Amanda’s arrival. By the time he finished the beer, he was almost angry enough to barge into Amanda’s room and demand to know what they were talking about. At that moment, Amanda appeared.

“Jake? Robin would like to see you.”

Confused, he followed Amanda back to her room. As he entered, he discovered Robin sitting on Amanda’s bed. She’d stripped and had her legs spread wide with her fingers rubbing her pussy much like Amanda did. “Us girls had a chat.” Amanda crawled on to the bed and lowered her head between Robin’s thighs, eliciting a gasp. “I think it’s too forward for us to fuck on the first date, but that doesn’t mean we can’t both fuck Amanda. I want to watch you use her. Take that fat cock she keeps bragging about out and let me watch you shove it in her.”

Jake needed no further instruction. His cock ached at the sight of the woman he loved being pleasured by a woman he had come to love entirely differently. Amanda’s bubble butt swayed in the air as she lapped at Robin’s pussy. Jake eyed Robin’s naked body as he stripped down to his boxers. She squeezed her tits and licked her lips while keeping her eyes on the bulge in his boxer shorts. Jake climbed onto the bed before lowering the band of his shorts and letting his dick spring out and slap against Amanda’s ass. He grabbed it by the base and whacked it against her flesh, enjoying the sight of the ripples in her butt. Then he locked his gaze to Robin’s, gripped his cock in his hand, and pushed it against Amanda’s pussy. He slid inside her with ease. Amanda sighed with pleasure and took that opportunity to slide her fingers inside Robin. The threesome paused for a moment before Jake began to fuck into Amanda.

“Is this what you do every day? Come home and fuck her hot little pussy?” Robin taunted. “Her mouth is pretty good too. Does she suck your cock to wake you up in the morning?” Jake’s hands gripped Amanda’s hips tighter, slamming harder and harder into her. “Do you want to fuck me like that? Do you want me to turn around and slap my ass against hers so you can take turns feeling how tight our pussies are? Is there enough cum in those balls to fill us both up with your spunk?” Her eyes started to involuntarily close as Amanda’s tongue and fingers worked faster. Amanda’s own orgasm neared and Jake felt her pussy walls contracting around his length.

Robin cried out and grabbed the back of Amanda’s head, pushing her hard against her pussy. Jake slowed his pace to long strokes as he watched Robin’s body shake with orgasm. He’d never seen anything so amazingly beautiful and hot. As Robin came down from her waves of pleasure, he pulled out of Amanda with a wet slurp and rolled her onto her back before plunging himself back inside of her. “You want me to fuck her? Are you sure you don’t want to take her place?” Jake started to pound into Amanda harder, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Robin’s fingers had replaced Amanda’s as she watched Jake fuck the other woman, but envy was clear on her face. “If you want my cock in you, all you have to do is turn around and stick that tight ass in the air.”

Surprisingly, she did exactly that. She moved quickly and was soon arching her ass up at him, begging him to fuck her. Amanda looked up and said, “Go ahead big boy, fuck her like you fuck me.” Jake moved over behind the woman he loved. His hands groped her body as his cock nudged against her pussy lips. Before he could do anything else, Amanda had taken him into her hand and guided him into Robin’s slit. Amanda laid back down on the bed and wriggled underneath Robin, taking one of the other woman’s heavy breasts into her mouth as she started to play with her own pussy. Jake didn’t last much longer. He wrapped his arms around Robin’s stomach and pulled her up against him, managing to stay buried inside of her as he came, filling her up with more cum than he thought possible. It dribbled out of her wet pussy and down her thighs as Amanda stroked her from the bed. The three of them collapsed into a tangle as they all sighed in contentment.

“That was fucking amazing,” Jake finally whispered. “What were you two talking about in here for so long?” His right arm wrapped around Robin and the left around Amanda as they pressed their naked bodies against his.

“Oh, Amanda gave me the number of her recruitment officer,” Robin said. “You know, if sometime down the road I wanted to enroll.”

Amanda’s hand drifted down to his cock. “Plenty of this to share whether she’s enrolled or not. But if you two stay together, the breeder program pairs well with the live-in one.”

Jake looked to Robin, “So, are we staying together? Do you want to go on another date?”

Robin’s hand joined Amanda’s on his cock. “I think this one went ok. Can’t wait for the next.”