A Reward for a Delicious Meal.
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"Ughhhh," I spoke aloud in pain, as I was faced with yet another darkly lit room. In fact, it was completely dark. My head was throbbing slightly as my chest and its inside felt sullen.
I was lying on my stomach as my eyelids stayed locked to each other. "Mmmm," I muttered to myself as I turned on my side and a light shone through my closed eyes. Daylight had broken, obviously, but around this time I would still be sleeping… and I never opened the blinds in my room…
In fact, this bed felt much larger than usual, and the sheets and blankets felt layered and comfortable, unlike my own bed. I sighed in relief as I nestled my head deeper into a pillow with actual fluff rather than flattened, depressed material.
Ughhhh… I drank too much again. I thought to myself as my eyes blinked open slowly, allowing foreign objects I had never seen before to fade in.
God… I thought to myself, I can't believe what happened last night… Macy was riding me. As I opened my eyes fully, I realized I was staring directly at a window, uncovered from blinds, shining the bright light of the sun directly into the room.
But the room wasn't mine… There were no grey walls. Instead, in their place were creme colored walls. The bed that held the perfectly balanced mattress, one that felt like a thousand wings under my deenergized body, had a frame, not of boring, fake, and faulty-feeling wood, but of pretty black metal. The bed sheets smelled feminine… painting my nostrils with their pink-like scent.
I became more awake as the moments passed, realizing that this was not my room. Then, through my hungover wake, I turned to my side to find a sleepy and familiar-faced bar owner.
"M—Macy?" I muttered, whispering through my groggy voice. She did not wake. She was sleeping on her stomach too, hugging a long body pillow tightly, arching her pelvis slightly so that the curves that once rode me outlined themselves through a comfy white blanket.
She slept peacefully, snoring ever so slightly, as her nose was buried into the pillow, her red hair that was once out and open, perfectly put together, now messy and authentic.
It had been months since I had woken up in the same bed as a woman. In fact, it had been longer. Before Kayla left me, she refused to share the same bed as me for about a month, deeming me an "unfit partner to sleep with" because of my condition.
"You can't even fuck your beautiful woman for long enough!" She would bark at me every night I asked to cuddle, "What kind of senile old man are you? God, just take some pills!"
To see a sleeping Kayla, in slumber so enchantedly, beside me and resting so easily, made me feel something in one day that I never felt with Kayla.
Satisfaction.
I reached my hand out to touch her face, hoping to cup her face and gently graze her cheek with my thumb and thank her for letting me sleep in her bed. My body quickly compressed with nicely colored and beautiful emotions of longing, feeling a pleasure envelope me that I hadn't before felt at the mere thought of holding a woman.
But the feeling was murdered in cold blood by shame, and I retracted my hand, thinking of what Kayla would have said if I ever tried to touch her without warning.
The darkness I felt was accompanied by a sickness lodged deep in the corporation of my body… and HR was currently filing complaints and reports of hunger throughout its workplace.
My body began removing itself from the bed only to realize it was cocooned in by blankets. The blankets that had covered me were deeply tucked into the spaces between my shoulders and neck, while also finding their way under my legs and torso.
"Macy… I didn't think you liked me this much as to tuck me in." I said out loud, still with no progress in waking up the sleepy bar owner. My heart fluttered slightly, but the feeling was pushed down once more as I swung myself out of her bed, putting my outside clothes on, buckling my belt.
Rumble Rumble Rumble. My stomach went.
"Don't worry, little guy… well, above the 'little guy' little guy," I said. "We'll feed you soon. Just gotta get out of here." I put on my button shirt, buckled my belt tightly to my waist, and began to walk out the door when I heard another rumble.
But it didn't come from my stomach.
Instead, it came from the bed, and what followed was a moan from Macy, lifting her head and muttering the word 'hungry.' She then dropped her head again.
I stood at the door, looking at her, being called back to my past, and all the times I made Kayla breakfast in bed. She would scarf down all the food I made, loving every bit of it, only for her to laugh, say thank you, then send me out of our room.
It was kindness that brought me to cook someone's food, especially when they had given me the same treatment I gave.
And though it hurt to make the decision, I was not bound to this place other than the nights I stayed, meaning that I could abandon the hurt that would come.
I was fearful of showing humanity, but I was not selfish…
Ugh… fuck you.
I helped myself to Macy's kitchen, brewing coffee in her "Mr. Coffee" machine, and began making her a big breakfast. Her fridge was stocked completely with every piece of food I would have murdered for.
Times had been tough ever since she left.
I had work in a few hours, so I had a lot of time to get there. It was 7 in the morning, and though I usually got an early start, it felt 10x tougher to leave the bed today than usual until I drank a shot of espresso, to which, after drinking, my body jolted into full action, sobering me up as I consistently sipped water.
Clinks and clankings of pans with sizzling butter and oil, frying up one side of a custard-coated piece of bread, cooking up and browning sausage, and cooking beautiful yellow eggs created an ambiance to dance to.
A flow came over me… one I hadn't felt in months. For once, my body moved without a million pleas from my brain.
That's what happened when I did things for those around me rather than myself.
Finally, because of my perfect timing, the eggs, French toast, and sausage all finished cooking, after which I placed all the items on a flat plate covered in paper towel. You should have seen the meal… it was more than "on par," akin to Michelin star levels of a presentation. As I dusted the French toast in powdered sugar, I heard a female voice say good morning through a yawn.
My eyes rose to see Macy as my body became nervous and fearful of a possible scolding and abuse.
"Oh h—hi… I'm so— Sadey?" I said out loud to see the country-style bartender that worked for Macy covered in soft, fuzzy robes, wearing white shorts and a big T-shirt under it.
"G—Ohhhhh my goodness." Sadey said in a yawn before shaking her head side to side, "Is this all for me? You're as sweet as pumpkin pie!" Sadey took a seat at the dining table, rubbing her eyes. My anxiety fell, now not needing to worry.
"You live here?!" I asked about putting the dots together.
"You bet your sweet bippy I do. Macy offered me discounted rent, see? Been the best rutten deal I ever made!" She smiled at me and ogled the meal I made. "So… can I have my food now?"
"Oh ugh… well—" I said, nervously.
"It's for Macy?" She asked, smiling widely, "Ouuu… what did you guys do? Did you two—"
"Sadey, no! We did not have sex!" I barked out loud, cutting her off.
"What? No! Did you guys hold hands, you nutter!" She said, now smiling even wider as I poured her a coffee. "You guys raunched it up?!"
"Sadey, would you hush! You're so loud!" I said, peering over my shoulder as I poured the coffee.
"Golly, I couldn't be as loud as you two… could practically hear you from the bar."
…
"Ugh… Felix, darling." She spoke, alerting me to the coffee that was leaking from the already filled cup I was holding.
"Agh shit!" I squawked, getting paper towels and cleaning spray to wipe the mess away.
"Wow… it was that good, huh? Makes you woozy the next day?" Sadey began chortling, making me fearful of Macy waking up and seeing the mess I was making.
"Oh, hush!" I said as I knelt and wiped away the mess I had made from being distracted. "I'm already here, and I made extra. Do you want some breakfast?"
"Yes, sir! I'll keep your little secret completely hidden. Bartender's promise!"
Yeah… like that had any merit.
I brought the food into Macy's room and placed it on her bedside table. Eggs, sausage, coffee, and orange juice. That should be enough to say thank you. I didn't wake her… instead, while I was washing the dishes, I asked Sadey to wake her once I left, and if anything, to help reheat her food.
"You know, silly guy," Sadey began as she chomped down on the breakfast I made, talking with her mouth open, "yous cunn jus wawke sher shup." I looked back at her laughing. She swallowed her food. "Sorry… You slept in her bed, you devil… why can't you wake her?"
…
"It's a… long story," I said as I peered into one of the metal pans I had finished cleaning, leaving behind a shiny reflection as a souvenir. "Just… make sure she eats, okay?"
"You like her." She said.
"I… I want her fed." I muttered as I turned off the faucet.
"Uh huh… sure. We'll see about that."
I bid my goodbye to Sadey as I placed the last dish on the drying rack that the pair of women had. She got up as I announced my departure, with me thinking she was coming to close the door.
As I put my shoes on and grabbed my keys, Sadey tiptoed and gave me a peck on the cheek, thanking me for the meal.
I blushed slightly from the kind gesture before I stepped out and finally left for work.
Sigh.
...
My job was pretty boring and barely paid, but it allowed me a lot of time to think for myself. Not only that, but people barely ever bothered me. I was even permitted to listen to music while I did it.
I was what Macy was.
A stocker… get it?
…
What? No laughs? Alright, fine then. Tough crowd.
Either way, I worked for a medium-sized supermarket called "Tunions and CO." This was actually my third year working, though it was my second year as a stocker. At first, I was a cashier.
However, when I struggled to keep up with customers, became nervous at their shouts and screams, and was yelling at at least one customer a day, my manager, Jaeger, stepped in and offered support through his brash personality.
He was German, tall, stocky, and blessed with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Vat the fuck, Felix?" He said back then, "Za customer's screwing your backside out there!" I proceeded to tell him how badly I was struggling, drawing memories from all the old ladies complaining about my bagging speed.
"Nothing is enough, Felix! I'm tired of these people." I said, throwing my work apron to the floor.
In a fit of rage, Jaeger offered a solution… the grand and generous world of stocking!
"It's really vine stuff, my vriend." Jaeger said. "You talk to a few people here's and there… but we need to wait. In mean time, how bout you assist in stocking at the end of your shift? Ve vill see how you do."
I did amazing, and I was a natural. It was a new world. In stocking shelves and doing inventory, I found organization, solo work, and movement… lots of movement. Motion that stimulated my brain properly.
People still spoke to me, but for a brief moment. Instead of being a slow bagger, then a fast one, then a clumsy one, then one that was trying too hard, I was now someone to ask for help in finding items.
As small as it is, seeing the smile on people's faces when I would point them in the right direction to a product they were looking for, or fetch them an item that was missing from the shelves, brought me great joy.
And today, all those years later, I still did it. Money was tough, but I was still dedicated.
Things just seemed so easy that day. Everyone seemed to smile at me when I responded to them. An older lady pinched my cheek when I ran over to grab a bag of chips from the top of a shelf she couldn't reach.
"Well, aren't you just the sweetest young man?" She said, pinching my cheek.
"Yush… thash me… ma'am," I said.
"Be safe, young man."
Maybe I was sobering up, but everything just felt… better. It was a good day, indeed. The 3 hours of my shift right before my break seemed to fly so fast. I was elated and flying.
"Vat drug did you take?" said a familiar German voice. It was Jaeger. I was unloading a box from the ground with speed and accuracy, clearly in a flow state. He had a clipboard in his arm and was laughing.
"I don't do drugs, Jaeger. You know that. I'm a good boy." I said.
"Yesh, clearly. I saw you talking to za elderly… never knew you liked the grandmas." He said, noting something down on his clipboard.
"Jaeger! I do not like gra—are you writing this down?" I yelped. Jaeger looked up and hid the clipboard behind him in guilt.
"No! I vould never!" He said, looking side to side and avoiding my eyes.
"I can't with you." I said, scoffing, "Okay… that's another pallet done. You here to tell me to go on break?"
"Yes. You got 30 minutes. Eat, cause you have lots more pallets." He said.
"Sir, yes sir!" I said in response. I began walking by him, ready to go on break, but he stopped me.
"Hey… great job, Felix. I may have an opportunity for you soon… so keep it up…"
…
"Not like that—" he added.
"JAEGER!"
I spent my time in the breakroom listening to music. I was usually alone when it was my turn to take a break. Sometimes, I even slept. It was a nice, quiet place, and though the break room was like a hospital, with its dull, muted colors accompanying white walls, boring posters, and foldable chairs and tables, it was still more comforting than my actual apartment.
I lay back in my chair, blasting some hard rock from a variety playlist. Then, I heard a ping sound, followed by the loudness of chugging guitars being slightly deafened. I checked my phone to see my texts.
Messages: Now.
SexyBarOwner
iMessage.
It was Macy… she must have woken up just now… or had just seen my text… or.
Oh, stop worrying. Just open the text! I told myself as I swiped up on my phone screen, ready to see what Macy sent me.
"SexyBarOwner:Hey there, sexy… You didn't tell me you could cook~" read the text message sent by Macy.
Attached to this message was a photo of a dirty but empty glass plate covered in syrup, an empty drinking glass that had small drops of an orange liquid, and an empty coffee cup.
But also in the photo was a woman, dressed in a white robe… with her cleavage exposed.
The music that played in my ears deafened again, but not because of a ping notification… not one that went to my phone, at least, but one that was sent from my brain to my pants.
"SexyBarOwner: I was so so right! I knew you were amazing… Kayla has no clue what she's missing out on ;)
Why is she so flirty right now? I just cooked her food. I thought to myself, still staring at Macy's barely covered breasts… the friend in my pants growing ever larger as the seconds passed. I snapped myself out of it and responded.
"Me: It was no problem, Macy. I'm glad you enjoyed your food!"
"SexyBarOwner: Heh. I enjoyed more than just my food, big boy <3."
Thud thump went my heart, thinking of what happened last night, blood rushing down to my crotch, setting off the fuse to my arousal.
"Me: It was no problem, Macy. I'm glad you enjoyed your food!"
"SexyBarOwner: God, you stupid bastard, flirt with me… You can't just wine and dine a woman and refuse to make her feel such good things right after."
She sent another photo of her kneeling and arching her back, taken from an upward angle, looking down at her breasts covered in the fur of the robe. I caught a glimpse of a toned tummy over which white, lace panties sat.
"SexyBarOwner: Just a little reward for the food <3 Thank you so much for it."
Fuck… I thought to myself, ready to start drooling as my length began poking at my work pants.
Shit, shit! No… not here. N—no. I was fighting in my head, engaging in a game of cat and mouse. One part of me wanted to continue this… whatever this was between Macy and I, eager and caveman-like.
But the other was scared of making a mess in my pants.
"Me: Macy… unlike you, I'm at work."
"SexyBarOwner: Naughty boy~ You're sexting your new girlfriend in the middle of your shift? Hehe ;)"
"You can admit it… my pussy brainwashed your little depressed brain of yours, didn't it?"
Every text she sent me increased the pressure in my pants until I was practically throbbing and leaking. I hadn't felt this kind of excitement in months… But…
It was wrong… It had to be wrong… I didn't deserve this.
"Me: You're… You're not my girlfriend."
"How the hell did I even end up in your bed?!"
"SexyBarOwner: Oh… it wasn't hard… moving you… there was something else that was hard though… hehe~"
"I got Sadey to help. She said you were… blessed~"
Wait, what?! No wonder she was so flirty with me today!
"Me: You let her see my junk?!"
"Goddamn it, Macy… Why?!"
"SexyBarOwner: Aww… look. You already know you belong to me. I bet you're aching in your pants, huh? No wonder you haven't pushed me away yet. Here… let me mash and mix your brain into mush, forming it into my perfect toy."
Macy then sent another attachment, but it was a video. I was now hunched over, leaning forward in my chair with a burning desire calling out to me, asking for assistance. I looked up to the break room—it was as empty as ever, and I had 4 more minutes until my break was done.
"Fuck…" I said, panting slightly as I saw the preview of the video. My length rubbed all up against the insides of my khaki work pants, and every touch highlighted the sensitivity I felt at my tip. I began shifting back and forth in my chair, rubbing my base against the chair.
My breathing hastened… I was mindlessly moving about, staring doe-eyed at the video that lay in front of me.
"SexyBarOwner: Stop playing with yourself and look at the video, young man… I want to test something."
My lip was gnawed raw by my teeth, looking for a way to pacify the horny feeling that was thrust upon me.
3 more minutes left.
I opened the video…
The music in my headphones deafened, and was replaced by the ambiance of Macy's room… her air conditioner humming in the background, with small sounds of Sadey singing in another room.
"You're so naughty for doing this at work," Macy said, her head and ruffled hair showing as she lay in her bed. "You like getting off to me, don't you? I know you do… hehe." Macy then opened her mouth and pretended to jerk off a penis near her mouth while sticking her tongue out and drooling.
2 more minutes left.
My throat became tight, and the movement in my pelvis became automatic. I was just barely rubbing my heat a few centimeters over the edge of the chair, through two layers of clothes, but I could feel myself getting closer to another edge.
"Hehe. You're gonna fuck this throat next time, you little stupid prejack~ I want you to ram that fat cock down my throat." Macy then bit her lip and rolled her eyes back in a smile. "Try to knock me out with those pretty balls when they plap against my face. I want you feral and ready to breed me."
1 more minute left.
"Go—Goddamn it… I need to go." I muttered to myself, realizing my shift would resume soon, coming to my senses slightly.
"Oh no…" Said the video with Macy in it, her face becoming angry. "You're gonna cum… Right here, right now, in your pretty little work pants."
N—Nghhh I moaned and whined, looking at the clock, hoping to get out of this situation…
Sure, Macy wasn't there, but her call made me obey. She was dominant, but more importantly, she cared… How could I disobey?
And surely she wouldn't be able to make me cum just from a vi—
"Or would you rather cum all over me?" Macy asked seductively, lying back in her bed and showing her arching body, curves and concaves highlighted by the sunlight over her pretty skin.
I—Wan—momph…ugh, my brain was turning into mush. Horny caveman mush.
"Goodness gracious, you made me so wet." She said, breathing in through sucked teeth as she pointed her camera down to her private place, spreading her legs to reveal a glistening sheath covered in her grool.
"You're so evil…" She spouted as she rubbed her walls, brandishing her long red nails. "Mmm… look at this. You made me leak so much… I need to punish you next time."
P—Please t—touch… I was close… I was so triggered and provoked in that moment. The professional part of me wanted to cut it short, returning to my shift, though frustrated, and finishing it completely.
The other part of me wanted to finish in my pants.
"Now…" Macy started after she breathed a huge breath, then, exhaling, making her speech dreamy, spoke as she began rubbing her clit, "Cum to momma's pussy… come on."
Shock shock went through my brain. Macy's whines and grunts, feminine and lustful while at the same time, mature and nurturing, played loudly in my ears as I grinded my cock faster.
"C–Come on… mmmmm… cum… cum as you watch me abuse my clit. You stupid fucking prejack… goodness, I think I'm going crazy for you."
All control I had was lost…
15 seconds left until my shift starts.
"Hurry the fuck up, baby…" Said Macy, with her voice now heightening in distress and arousal, "Cum in those work pants for me!" She rubbed and rubbed her clit, mixing her leaking love all over her walls.
"F—Fuck… oh n—no!" I said, as the process started.
"T—Ten… N—Nine." Macy started as she massaged her pressures away more rapidly.
S—Stop, Felix! You have work!
But I wasn't going to. I had no plan to stop… and unfortunately, once I felt that switch go off in my brain, like a latch unlocking to open a spring-loaded door, it was too late.
"Eight… Mmm, fuck!" Said a horny and disturbingly erratic Macy as she slapped her pussy ever so violently. "S—seven. Ow! Mmmmm! Six!"
10 seconds left until the shift starts.
The pressure built on top of my cock as I leaned forward, now arching my back and rocking back and forth, pushing my chair backward and making a loud friction noise while I rested my head on the folding table, biting the hand holding the phone.
I was lost in it completely.
"Five… Four!" A few more slaps were followed, each more violent than the last. "T—Ough… T—Three… T—Two… Ooo… ughhhhh!" Macy yelped and whined when her final few slaps caused an eruption from her pussy… all the slaps that abused her clit caused her to squirt, sending a stream of it forward. A few drops got on the camera.
"M—Macyyy…" I said as I finally reached the edge and leaned too far forward for my own good.
1 second left.
"O—O—Oneeee… fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cum baby!" She started crying out loud as she dirtied her bed.
My eyes rolled back as I rested my entire weight on my arms and chin onto the table, leaning so far forward that the chair pushed back. My eyes tightened as my body stiffened and released with a varying pattern of pulses.
It was a beautiful, addictive feeling… like flowers blooming rapidly in my pants.
My cock was becoming covered in semen, with my boxers permeating its sweet, thick syrup through.
Macy's moans… the sounds of her frantically slapping and rubbing her cunt… the feeling of my hot breaths bouncing back against my face as I clutched my head with my arm…
All of it pushed me further down. It felt so wrong but so good. My brain was being rewired, trained to cum at the sound of Macy… the sight of Macy.
"F—Fuck…" I said.
Bang!
The door to the breakroom had opened, and in came Jaeger, looking positively upset. My eyes retracted back into their default position and opened widely. I was just about to finish cumming, and everything, including my body still releasing so much stress, Macy's sexy and brainwashing video, and the shock of my manager walking in, made me jump and fall out of my seat.
I ripped my headphones out and looked to Jaeger, trying to make conversation.
"H—H—Hoy Jagg," I muttered, completely stumbling over my words as I could feel my thick ejaculation settling all over my cock.
"Jag?! Thatch is not my name!" He barked. "You sully mine culture!"
"S—Sorry, m—man—" I said, as I was sullying my pants. I made to stand up, then realized there might be a seeping wet spot at my crotch area. It was warm and slimy in my pants, and the last thing I wanted, especially after Jaeger had been scouting an opportunity for me to work a better job, was to show him my cum stained pants.
"Listen, you vierd, vierd boy…" Started Jaeger, "Your shift started 10 seconds ago! Hurry and get out there!"
"Y—Yes, sir!" I said as Jaeger gave one final look at me, shaking his head, and closing the door.
I was panting… and sweating while still on the ground. I hadn't realized how fast things happened. Macy had made me cum in just a few minutes from barely any stimulation at all… which evidently made me.
"HAHA!" Said a small, tiny mouse-like voice from somewhere. I looked down to see my phone still playing Macy's prerecorded video. She had a smile on her face and was showing her face and pussy.
I put my earbuds back in to listen, finally coming down… well… being brought down from the high I just experienced, feeling my cum soaked boxers tickle against my now softening shaft.
"H—Heh… G—Goodness… I m—made a mess," Macy said.
"Golly, you sure did, shuga!" A voice that was familiar spoke.
Is that Sadey?!
"I—I bet he came already." Responded Macy, "Mmm, let's have a taste." She coated her fingers and hand further in her syrupy, soaky pussy juices and, bringing the camera up to her face again, began licking it clean, moaning and smiling, laughing every so often.
"You had fun, didn't you, pretty guy? You'll be cleaning this pussy after I'm done with work…"
"Damn tootin, he will!" Said Sadey in the background. Macy laughed and nodded with an "mhm."
"Hehe… good boy. Now get back to work. Don't clean yourself up. Come straight to the bar right after."
And from there, the video ended without another response from Macy.
A logical person would clean himself up before continuing to work, upholding a certain high standard to society and respect for himself.
…
I'm not a logical person.
Afterthoughts!
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