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Chapter 30: Sisters Have to Get Naughty to Land the Dream Job
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 30: Sisters Have to Get Naughty to Land the Dream Job - An alien comes to earth expecting life to be like our porn. When it's not, he uses his AI to reshape people to play the parts in live-action smut!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Science Fiction Aliens Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts
Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.
T. Ropex
My AI transitioned me to an office. A rather fat man was sitting at a desk. He was examining two manila folders that were open before him. They had applications in them. There were names on them. One had Amber Towers on it. The other Laila Towers.
Sisters?
How curious. I moved around the room, looking at it. There were motivational posters on the wall. A cat hanging by its paws drew the attention. The cat looked in danger, but the message was to hang in there. To not let go. I glanced back at the man. He wore a pin-stripped dress shirt with suspenders.
Those were interesting, but he was so fat, how could he fuck anyone?
I glanced at the door and opened it. There was a small sitting area. An office setting. Two women were sitting on a couch side by side. They both looked nervous. One was in a pantsuit, her black hair spilling down around her shoulders. She had a rather large nose that ruined the plain beauty of her face. The other was a slender, mousy thing in a skirt and blouse. Her brown hair was cut short in an unflattering bob.
Job interview. For the same job.
Then the man rose from his desk and moved around it. He wiped at his brow. He was horribly fat and out of shape. That could not be healthy. I stepped aside so that he could peer out into the office at the two women.
“Amber and Laila, I’ll speak with you now,” he said.
The two women rose, tucking phones into purses. The fat man nodded to them, wiping at his brow.
“Mr. Steele,” said the black-haired sister. She appeared to be older. Mid-twenties. “Thank you for interviewing us together. Just...” She swallowed. “It’s tough. We want to stay close.”
“Close?” asked Mr. Steele as he waddled back to his side of the desk.
“You know, so we can carpool,” said the brown-haired sister. “Money’s tight. We only have one car. We’re not applying for the same job.”
“No, on,” said Mr. Steele. He smiled. “You are not. I have your resumes here. Which one is Amber?”
The sister with the black hair raised her hand as she slipped into her chair. “That’s me.”
“So you’re Laila?” he asked the mousy sister with her brown hair as she sat.
She nodded, hands clasped on her lap, her legs crossed.
“Well, it is strange to ask for both of you to be hired,” he said. “I can get that you don’t want any bad blood between you. You’re both qualified for the jobs that you picked. Amber, your degree in civil engineering is impressive. As are the designs you submitted. The bridge is quite an elegant design.”
“My final project,” she said, looking proud.
“Yes, yes, and just what we’re looking for,” he said. “And Laila, your master’s in communication would be an asset for our customer support team, and I have no doubt you would fit in well, but we’re a family at Newtonian Designs. We have to make sure you’re a fit, not just job-wise, but personality-wise. Character-wise.”
“And we’re sisters,” said Amber, reaching over and taking her sister’s hand. “Surely that won’t be a problem.”
“No, no, that won’t be a problem,” said Mr. Steele.
“Adjusting the scenario,” the AI said. I hadn’t even been worried about it. I knew the AI would make this sexy at some point.
The two sisters no longer wore blouses buttoned to the neckline, but low-cut ones that clung to their big, fake titties. Those breasts almost spilled out of their silk blouses. Both were in miniskirts, leaving their stocking-clad thighs almost bare. They both had dark nylons that ended at their mid-thigh, held up by garters. Amber’s bold nose was dainty while her sister had plump lips. They looked like bimbos, but they didn’t act like them.
“See, being sisters is a big problem,” Mr. Steele said. He was the most changed. He was a broad-shouldered and muscular man. Handsome. Chiseled chin. Not an ounce of fat on him. He folded his big hands before him. “We’re close like a family.”
“And we’re already a family,” said Amber, confused.
“True,” he said. “But are you willing to be close?”
They both frowned at him. They shook their heads and stared at each other.
“You’ve both applied for the openings in the office morale jobs,” he said. “And that requires very ... open women. Do you understand that?”
“We’re open,” said Laila.
“I can see that,” said Mr. Steele, glancing at their resumes. “You’ve worked as hostesses, strippers, and massage therapists. All skills we need, but ... You’ll be working together.”
The sisters blinked. Then Amber asked, “I mean, aren’t we supposed to be doing one-on-one work with the employees?”
Laila nodded.
“Do you think we can hire a pair of sisters for office morale and not exploit that?” Mr. Steele asked. “I mean, come on, it’s too hot not to take advantage of it.”
The two sisters looked at each other in confusion. They didn’t get it, but I did. This was hot. They were already interviewing to be office whores, but now they were asked to do something that would cross the line and make things even hotter.
I smiled and stood ready to watch.
Amber Towers
“I don’t understand what you mean, Mr. Steele,” said Amber. “We’ve worked as strippers. Masseuses. Hostesses. We know how to make men happy and productive.”
“Yeah, we can give lap dances or massages,” said Laila. “Isn’t that the point of the job?”
“It’s to do more than give lap dances,” said Mr. Steele. He was quite the handsome and imposing man. He made me shiver. “It’s to provide a full range of stress relief.”
“What does full range mean?” I asked, glancing at my sister. I squeezed her hand.
“You know what it means,” he said. “That’s why you’re dressed like whores. It’s to be the office whores. It’s all two bimbos like you are worth.”
“Bimbos!” gasped Laila.
“You don’t have to talk to us like that, Mr. Steele,” I said, glaring at him. “We’re not whores.”
“That’s exactly what you are,” he said. “Whores desperate for the money. We’re offering 75k a year plus benefits. We just need our employees to be happy and engaged. Our last two became pregnant and quit. Went against the employee contract. Well, shit happens, but you are here to be fucked and fucked hard.”
I gripped Laila’s hand. “We’ve never had sex for money.”
“But you’ve had sex for the fun of it, right?” he said, rising. He was a strong man. The suspenders held his shirt tight to his muscular chest.
“I mean...” I squirmed there. “With guys we loved.”
He arched an eyebrow. “This is a job interview. You’ve had sex with one-night stands. Because you were horny. Wanted to have fun. We’re out partying.”
“Well, yeah,” Laila muttered, gripping my hand. “And?”
“Why not get paid for it?” He said. “If you’re good at something, you should do it for money. And I bet you two are amazing at it.” He moved before me and gripped a fistful of my blonde hair. “I’ll give you a hundred right now. Suck my dick.”
“Before my sister!” I gasped.
“Yes!” he growled, staring down at me. “I know you’re a whore. You’re desperate for money. Newtonian Dynamics can keep you in cash. There are bonuses, too. And, well, the employees can tip your services. You want it, then unzip my pants, suck my dick, and prove you’re a whore.”
I shuddered at his words. My pussy clenched. The boring man watched with interest. I felt my sister’s gaze on me. I trembled and pulled my hand from hers. She tried to cling from it, but we needed the money. Stripping was the worst. It just wasn’t the same as it was a few years ago.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp, hundred-dollar bill. “It’s right here, whore! Take it. Suck my dick.”
“Amber,” Laila said. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, we do,” I said and snatched the bill from his hand. “Do you want to pay those tits off?”
He grinned at me as I attacked his fly. I opened the fastener and yanked down the zipper. With the suspenders on, his pants stayed up. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. He was huge. I gasped at the sight of it. The boring man nodded, grinning.
“Amber!” Laila gasped. “Don’t!”
“I took the money,” I said and leaned forward. I engulfed Mr. Steele’s cock like a whore and sucked.
“That’s it,” he growled, staring down at me. He nodded as I blew him.
I worked my mouth up and down his cock, sucking hard on him. I loved his dick with all that I had. He growled in delight as I did that. I couldn’t help how wet it made me feel to be a whore. To be used by him. Like those men who threw dollar bills on stage.
I never stripped, though, a weird voice said in the back of my head.
How dumb. Of course I did. What, did I go to college?
Yes! For civil engineering!
No, no, that was all a fantasy. I was a whore. I just hadn’t wanted to admit it, but ... I was being aided to suck a man’s cock. To be the office whore. It was good money, too. I didn’t have to dance all night before disgusting strangers. I could work an office job. I didn’t have to lie.
Just omit my job duties.
My sister watched me. I could feel the shock in her eyes as I suckled hard on Mr. Steele’s cock. I blew him with passion. He groaned as I did that. He loved me blowing him with all that I had. It was so good to do that on him. I nursed hard on his dick.
I suckled with passion on his cock, proving I was a whore. It didn’t matter that we were sisters. I could do this before her. I sucked with passion on his dick while Laila shifted in her chair. I knew she was uncomfortable, but she knew how to fuck. My little sister could be a slut.
Why not get paid for it?
I was good at sex. I was a champ. I should get something out of it.
“That’s it, “growled Mr. Steele. Work that mouth. That’s it. Shit, shit, that’s perfect. You’re doing great, slut. Just suckle on that dick. Blow me so hard. Damn, that’s good. Just like that.”
I groaned around his dick. I suckled hard on him. He growled as I did that. I blew him with all that I had. My cheeks hollowed as I put my all into suckling on him. He groaned as I did that. He must be getting close to cumming.
I had to make this end. He stroked his fingers through my hair. I loved the feel of him doing that. It was so nice as I suckled with all my might on him. He groaned, his cock throbbing in my mouth. The salty precum spilled over my tongue.
“Shit!” he growled. “That’s it! Oh, Ms. Amber, you’re going to be such a good whore! Don’t swallow all my cum. Keep it in your mouth! Because ... fuck!”
He erupted.
His cum pumped into my mouth. I loved that jizz flooding me. It was so good. I shuddered as he spurted it to the back of my throat. I shuddered here, feeling so naughty. He groaned, erupting again and again. He filled my mouth with spunk.
With all that jizz.
“That’s fucking it!” he roared.
I gulped down his spunk when it filled my mouth, but more kept coming. I remembered his words. My pussy clenched, soaking my thong. He grunted, dumping more and more blasts of his spunk into my mouth. I swallowed more of it, suckling.
“Shit, slut!” he growled.
“Amber,” my sister whimpered.
“That’s so good, whore,” panted Mr. Steele as he erupted that last time into my mouth. “Fuck, that’s good. Don’t swallow it.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said. “Show me.”
I opened wide, revealing all the cum pooling around my throat. “Aaaahhhh!”
“Good, good,” he said. “Kiss your sister and share my cum.”
I gulped down his jizz and gasped, “Wait, what?”
“That’s sick!” gasped Laila. “We’re sisters! You can’t have us kiss.”
“This is what I’m talking about,” said Mr. Steele. He shook his head. “And you swallowed the cum. Fuck, you’re a dumb bitch. It was simple. Just kiss her and share the jizz with her. You think we’re hiring a pair of sisters to be our office whores and not going to watch you to have sex.”
My eyes widened. “But ... but ... that’s illegal.”
“So’s being a whore, but that didn’t stop you,” he growled. “Fucking dumb bitches. Did you really think you could apply for this job and not have sex with each other. Goddamn, sisters! Real sisters. You two look a lot alike, too. The boys are going to love it. Shit, I’d pay you each 10k more a year to watch you lez out on each other.”
My eyes widened. “Another 10k?”
“Just to go down on your sister,” he said.
I turned to Laila and grabbed her hands. “That’s 85k a year! Plus medical. You can pay off your tits. Mine, too. And we can get better ones. We don’t have to get scared if one of us gets sick. We’ll have PTO. Sick days!”
“But ... but...” My little sister stared at me in shock. In disgust. She looked at me like I was the foulest thing. “But to have sex with each other?”
“I know,” I said. “But ... Think about the money.” I pulled her hands to me. “I know you’ve done it with girls.”
“They’re all right,” she said, squirming there. “But we’re sisters.”
Mr. Steele pulled out five crisp hundred-dollar bills and set them on the desk beside us. I shuddered at them. He smiled at us, his cock out, hard and erect. He knew what we had to do. I had to kiss my sister. I had to do things to her.
I leaned forward.
She pushed her chair back. “Amber!”
“Laila,” I said, wanting the money. Wanting this job. “Don’t fuck this up for me. We need this.”
“We can get the money other ways,” she said. “We don’t have to commit incest.”
“Yes, we do,” I said and yanked on her hands. She gasped as I pulled her chair toward me. “Now just do it. I mean, it’s not like I can make you pregnant. It’s just sex.”
“But ... but...” Laila’s eyes were so wide. “Won’t it cheapen our love?”
Probably, but ... I lied and said, “It’ll enhance it. We’ll be closer than ever, so stop being a pussy and let me kiss you.”
She shook her head, leaning back. Anger flashed through me. I shot my hand back and grabbed her by the back of the head. I yanked my little sister toward me and planted my lips savagely on hers. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kissed her.
I gripped her by the back of the head, my tongue pressing into her mouth. I swirled it around in her. She whimpered and struggled to pull away, but I held her tight. I kissed her with passion as Mr. Steele and the boring man watched.
“That’s it,” the man said. “Show your little sister that you’re in charge.”
I kissed my sister hard while my hand shot beneath her skirt. She tried to press her thighs together, but I slid my hand up her thighs to find her thong. I pressed the thin cloth aside and found her pussy. I brushed her clit piercing.
She squirmed, struggling to break free. I stroked my fingers up and down her wet slit. She was dripping wet. She gasped and wrenched her head out of my hand. She broke our kiss, panting and glaring at me as I caressed her cunt.
“That’s gross!” she gasped. “You’re fingering me!”
“I know!” I said and thrust my digits into her pussy. “And you’re so wet!”
“No, no, no!” she gasped, tossing her head back and forth. My sister’s pussy clamped down on me. She was so hot and wet. She soaked me with her passion. “I’m not! Get out of me!”
Mr. Steele watched on. The boring accountant grinned.
“You love this, slut!” I hissed.
CRACK!
My head rang. I blinked, my cheek burning. It took me a moment to realize that Laila had slapped me. I stared at her as she looked at me in shock, her pussy clamping down on my digits. She was so warm and wet. I was pissed, though.
“You little bitch!” I gasped and ripped my fingers from her cunt. “You fucking little slut! I can’t believe you did that!”
“I ... I...” my little sister spluttered. “You were touching my pussy!”
“Because we need this job!” I rose to my feet, so pissed off. I gripped her by her bleached-blonde hair and yanked her to her feet.
She squealed in pain as I threw her across Mr. Steele’s desk. She bent over it, her miniskirt riding up to flash the bottom of her bare ass. I shoved her skirt up the rest of the way, her red thong vanishing between her butt-cheeks. The bottom was shoved to the side, revealing her dripping pussy.
“I can’t believe you did that!” I gasped.
CRACK!
“Amber!” she squealed as her asscheek reddened from my spank. She squirmed there, her butt-cheeks clenching and relaxing. “You hit me!”
“You slapped me!” I hissed and drew back my hand to plant another spank on her ass.
CRACK!
She squealed as Mr. Steele moved behind me. He groaned and grabbed my hips. He pulled me back, thrusting my rump at him and forcing me to bend over. My big tits jiggled in my blouse as I drew back my hand again.
CRACK!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Laila gasped, her ass glowing redder and redder. “You can’t do that!”
CRACK!
“I can,” I hissed as Mr. Steele shoved up my skirt. I shuddered as he ripped my thong to the side. My pussy was on fire. “You’re a whore! Just deal with it. We’re going to have steamy, hot, incestuous, lesbian fucking sex!”
CRACK!
“Yes!” roared Mr. Steele as he thrust his big dick into my pussy. I shuddered at the feel of his cock in my cunt. He stretched me out with that mighty rod. “You will! You two fucking will!”
“I won’t!” gasped Laila as she squirmed there.
CRACK!
I spanked her ass again, Mr. Steele thrusting away at my pussy. He fucked my cunt with hard strokes. I shuddered, reveling in him fucking me like that. He buried into my cunt over and over again. He slammed into my snatch. It was so good.
CRACK!
“Amber!” my sister moaned, her ass glowing so red. Her pussy dripped, the spicy aroma of her cunt filling the air. “This is wrong! We have to stop!”
“No!” I groaned, squeezing my cunt down on Mr. Steele’s big dick. He thrust hard at me, the pleasure rippling through me. “We’re going to be the office whores at Newtonian Dynamics and fuck each other! I’m going to eat your cunt and make you cum!”
“No, no, no!” she whimpered.
CRACK!
She squealed as I gripped both her butt-cheeks with my hands. I squeezed her burning ass and ducked my head over. I nuzzled into her cunt and kissed her vulva. The spicy flavor of my sister’s twat filled my mouth. This was so wrong. A crime. Incest. I shouldn’t be doing this. She was my flesh and blood, but...
Mr. Steele fucked me so hard, and...
It was wrong.
Hot and fucking wrong.
I tongued my little sister’s spicy pussy. I lapped at her folds, brushing her pierced clit and stroking through her delicious petals. Mr. Steele hammered me from behind. His big dick stretched me out. I loved his cock pounding in me. I could get paid to feel this good.
My sister moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my hands. My tongue thrust into her incestuous depths. I swirled around in her, loving the flavor of her cunt. She moaned as I did that. Her entire body shuddered.
I flicked my tongue around in her. She gasped as I did that. My tongue stroked through her hot folds. I caressed her, enjoying the way she moaned. She whimpered as my tongue stirred around in her. She clamped down on me.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned as I feasted on her. “This is wrong. You have to stop!”
“It’s fucking hot!” growled Mr. Steele as he fucked my cunt.
I squeezed my cunt down on him and swirled my tongue around in her pussy. Laila tasted so good. The spicy, incestuous flavor of her cunt tasted so good. I stirred my tongue around in her snatch. She whimpered as I did that. It was fantastic.
I lapped at her. I stroked my tongue through her folds. She moaned as I did that. I loved the taste of her cunt. Mr. Steele thrust hard at my cunt. My pussy melted around him. I whimpered into my sister’s twat as he pounded me.
“This is so wrong,” whimpered Laila.
SMACK!