Becoming the King of A New Filthy World-Chapter 10 10: Realization

?Caren Kobashi stood as she watched us.

"Why aren't you working?" she asks sharply.

Not, 'Why are you having sex?' or, 'Why is your cum leaking out of Rose's pussy?' or even, 'Do you know how many workplace misconduct suits are going to fall onto your head like an avalanche?' Just asking why you weren't working.

In this world of casual sex acceptance, the only problem with pumping Rose full of spunk was in the fact that you were doing it on the job.

"Your shift has barely begun yet, and already you are away from your working cabin for no reason other than your own enjoyment, and I want one good reason right now why I should not write you up for it."

Something inside of me tightens up in a strange sort of confidence as I look toward Caren. "I've given my everything to this company, so I don't need someone standing behind my back watching over my shoulder. My numbers are great, and I shouldn't have my every move questioned."

? Caren's expression changes a bit. Softens. "Right, of course, I'm sorry," she says, accepting my 'good reason' even if it's the kind of sensible reason that has no chance of survival in a corporate environment.

"You are a prize employee, so I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Carry on." She then proceeds to turn right back around, walking down the aisle and leaving me there to realize that somehow my words had actually just worked.

"I told you!" Christine squealed excitedly. "Everyone will accept whatever you tell them, so now your boss is done riding your back." She slips down into position behind Rose, pressing some fingers into her dripping pussy and pulling out some of my cum, shoveling it out onto her open palm to lick up, moaning as she gets a taste for my spunk and then rises back up to her feet.

"Everything you do will affect the world in the way you want it to and give you whatever you want, I told you."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I believe you now."

"Good. Then you can start thinking big." She steps toward me, grabbing my sticky cock and giving me a few slow strokes. "I have a feeling you told me that last night because you have some frustrations to work through, and some other hotties around here you want to fuck, isn't that right?"

"God yes." I look out into the aisle and I can even spot a half cabins belonging to women I'd love a chance to bang if I had the chance. And now, it seems I do.

"Then go for it. Use them all. Make your mark on this world now. You own it, and you deserve all of it. But..." Christine drops to her knees, shaking her head as she stares up at me.

"First, I want to get that nice, sloppy facefucking I didn't get last night." She licks her lips, eyes going wide as she lets her jaw slump down, opening up her mouth to let me take her as hard as I want.

It's an act of submission, of offering, of pure acceptance, and it's almost weird to me now.

It seems like something I won't see very much of in this world anymore, as only I and Christine seem to have any real understanding of the fact anything has changed, any real awareness of what's going on.

This is an absolutely batshit insane situation, but not a bad one.

I grab the back of Christine's head, take a deep breath, and slam my entire cock down her throat with one single, brutal stroke, relishing in the way she chokes and shudders.

Her eyes light up with a deep, burning excitement as I claim her tight throat, and I can feel every reason upon me now to give her my worst.

But that's fine; this bombshell is hot enough that I'll happily deal with her before I go off being the sexual menace of the fifth floor.

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It's about the third time I have facefucked Christine today, and it feels just as good as the first two times; as it turns out, there isn't really any sense of diminishing returns in brutally facefucking a smug blonde into a drooling, gagging mess, as my thick cock hammers away at her so hard that she seems to be getting dizzy and I don't know if her jaw is going to come unhinged from the way I'm taking her, but her throat is certainly having a great time spasming around my cock, her struggles acting like a lurid, satisfying dick massage that helps keep me down there and having my way with her like there's no tomorrow.

"What the fuck lungs do you have that you can stay down this long?" I groan in satisfaction over the sloppy choking noises she makes and the all-out brutality of my treatment of her.

I haven't let her come up for air this time, haven't given her a mid-facefuck break to gather herself, and she's still going strong, her eyes not dimming or fading in a way that would imply she's about to black out or anything, but I've kept her gullet nice and plugged up for quite some time.

It's all rather insane, but I love it far too much to control myself or hold back.

This all happens not in my cabin and with a semblance of privacy, but right in break room.

Quite literally the middle of it too; I stand there with my pants open and my cock buried down her throat, and nobody is reacting to it at all.

People just sit there to eat their shitty micro-waved hot pockets or sip at their drinks, not even disturbed by all the throaty gargling noises Christine is making as she takes my cock all the way down her throat. 𝙛r𝚎𝐞𝑤𝚎𝗯𝗻𝗼𝐯e𝚕.𝒄𝐨𝓂

With utter nonchalance, everybody goes about their breaks, and that's around the point where I realize I'm really are bulletproof here; nobody is going to do anything to stop me, and I'm free to do whatever I had like to do. They don't even register that someone is getting choked out by a cock in the midst of them.

It's paradise.

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