The Gamer Chapter 748 – The Blow-Job Logistics (Patreon)

John was looking at his character screen. Not for any really important reason.

But just because he liked the size of his mana bar nowadays. As planned, his Intellect had been raised to 500. That happened just about a week ago. On Tuesday, so six days, to be exact. The great thing was that, as long as he could ensure himself eight hours of sex a day, he got a level every two days. This had somewhat affected his schedule and he was more enthusiastic about doing office hours than ever before.

Office hours that he could set however he wanted, because he could just send Jack out to do public dealings in his stead. Sure, he couldn’t get a blowjob while his double was doing actual tasks, lest the double creamed his pants in the middle of discussion. In all the time between those meetings, namely the travelling, the waiting, and the empty parts of the schedule, Jack morphed back into the Mandala Sphere and John was able to enjoy his work time relaxation.

Needless to say, his overall productivity was higher. Whether the same could be said had John been limited to one body, the Gamer doubted it. He could maintain regular typing speed for the majority of the blowjob, but orgasms slowed things down considerably and the sentences written during that time often came out quite jumbled. That aside, having a girl to play with under the table was a tremendously easy distraction. He resisted it for most of the time, but if there was a particularly boring 50-page document he had to get through, there was no way he couldn’t at least dig his fingers into the currently working lover and give her a bit of a rough time. Or drag her out from under the table and throw her on the table.

Completely unrelated, John’s office now had a decorative closet inside it. It looked like there would be more documents inside. If one were to actually open it, they would find a bed. Absolutely unrelated.

The point was that John had concentrated more on his work when he only had Beatrice as his secretary. Eye candy was a stark difference to actually spending the majority of his workday balls-deep in someone’s throat.

Back to his Stats, crossing the 500 Intellect breaking point had raised his mana scaling from 11 per points in Intellect to 15. It wasn’t a ridiculous increase, but it was fairly substantial. Satisfied with it, he had gone on to invest into Endurance. Both served to make John someone who was incredibly hard to kill, even for someone at the same level as him. Which was exactly the way John liked it to be.

Groaning from business and from pleasure, the Gamer fell back into his chair and looked under the table at today’s distraction. Naked, wearing only a collar with a leash that was currently bound to the armrest of John’s chair, Scarlett did her best to stare back. Her eyes were glassy and reddened. With a gag, her eyelids fluttered, leaving only a slither of red to be seen. He still felt the stream of saliva running past her lips and dripping onto his balls. A feeling he didn’t want to miss for a second, even though he had been blessed with it – or the movements of her lips over his shaft – for the majority of the past two hours. The only interruptions were for breathing.

John had lost all control over who was giving him head when.

In the beginning, the Gamer had scheduled the ‘office hour blowjob slut’ job with hourly breaks in mind. That had worked for about four hours, then Eliza had insisted that breaks are stupid and had continued for the remaining four.

This had annoyed other girls in the harem, particularly Aclysia, Beatrice, Scarlett, Siena, Sylph, Lydia and Undine (in short: those that enjoyed giving head/serving/submitting the most) and minorly disgruntled everyone else. Lydia, with her limited hours, was the most vocal. Albeit, she was generally the most vocal when it came to righting things that rubbed her the wrong way.

A minor fight had ensued – in text channels. Which was always the worst channel to have a fight because every bit of tone was lost in chats. Even with everyone trying to think only the best of the rest of the harem, there was quite a bit of unnecessary aggression. While this was a wonderful topic to have girls fight over, he had to step in. John assured them he would keep the one hour segments in the future, and that solved the issue for the moment. That was Tuesday.

Then Wednesday rolled around and Rave suggested she could help him with the planning. With her usual charm and ability to really communicate with the girls in ways that he, as the centre of the harem and desires, just couldn’t, she had made that day roll over flawlessly. So flawlessly that, on Thursday, he had basically just sat next to her without giving any input while she did the same thing again. By Sunday (or yesterday, or Sylph and Undine’s birthday, depending on perspective), all of the planning had been moved into some private channel that Scarlett had created on request of the Gamer’s girlfriend.

John could enter at any time, it wasn’t like the redheaded Technomancer had taken away his admin capacity or overwritten it for that specific channel. It was hovering in the sidebar of the ever-developing Fusion Communication Program (official name pending) and John just decided to ignore it. For one, because he didn’t want to rock the boat. There hadn’t been a single complaint about it since Rave took over on Wednesday.

For two, because the anticipation of not knowing who was going to come in and suck him off (and for how long) was absolutely wonderful. All he needed to know was that SOMEONE was going to come in and fulfil that duty. With the sheer amount of willing girls that was a given. He probably would have been safe with Eliza and the maid on duty alone. Adding about a dozen more to that mix only created a crowded situation.

Which was also why his girls sometimes came to serve in duos or trios. When those were elementals, they fused sometimes. Not all Combinations were into doing sexy stuff, but most were and that made for very interesting five to fifteen minutes. Even with that aside, there was so much room to mix and match, not to mention the supreme quality of the base material, that John could never get bored.

“If the people knew that the head of their economy looks like this right now,” John ridiculed Scarlett with a sadistic smile. Her eyes focused on him again, mustering something like a resistant glare. It wasn’t quite as believable, given the absolute mess her face was. Choked tears had run down the sides of her face, entirely self-inflicted. Saliva, phlegm and John’s sexual fluids had become a gooey cocktail that stuck to her lips and the surrounding areas. Her hair was sticking to her head, thanks to that mixture and just general sweat. On top of all of that, several loads had landed on her face instead of pumping down her throat. “Come on, answer,” he commanded her.

Scarlett slid up his cock, her hands taking the place of her mouth and throat. “IF the people kne-“ She coughed, while still steadily jerking him off. “If they knew, we’d both be in fucking trouble,” she managed to say, only to moan when the reward hit her.

“Probably,” John said and added a single, casual, “Cum,” afterwards. Scarlett’s hands stopped in their movements, as her entire body suddenly started shivering. Not a huge loss for John, he had timed it exactly so he was already pushed over the edge. The first jet of cum must have gone mostly over her head and hit some part of the table, but the remainders of the load added another layer of icing to her face. The few strands that she caught in her mouth only heightened her climax.

As much as John would have liked to pretend they were only sucking him off because they liked sucking HIM off, the fact that he could make any of them cum several times during the act was definitely a motivating factor. He had also done some experimenting with the sensibility increase that Lover’s Will offered. Sadly, it didn’t do anything for the girls who only derived psychological gratification from going down. In most other cases, it remained a very nice tool to have.

“You might as well leave that document until tomorrow,” Scarlett said, after she had calmed down and got her body back in control. Rather than resume working on his cock, she reached for a hidden drawer on the inside of the table. A clear sign that things were coming to an end. “Not like you can get it done in three minutes. I could, but you are a slacker that has to rely on his eyes.”

John didn’t even need to ask how she knew what was on his screen. Chances were that she had not only followed his work but also used the internet connection to hook up to her own servers and take care of things on her end as well. That was just the way Scarlett did things. “Everyone has their own advantages and drawbacks,” he replied.

“Not really, some people are just better than others in every aspect.” Scarlett pulled a washcloth out of the drawer and then closed it. “You have a big dick, at least, so that’s something I can appreciate.”

“Careful,” John growled in a playful matter. His hand went down to his armrest, and he quickly unknotted the leash, only to pull on it. A simple tug, and Scarlett’s messy face was pressed against his cock. The slimy lubrication on her and the iron-hard shaft immediately mixed. “Or you will have to take care of that big dick for some overtime.”

“Oh no, what a terrible punishment,” Scarlett’s dry sarcasm was accompanied by her giving his dick a long lick that slowly brought her up to the tip. It seemed like she would oblige him without any further need for sass. Then John jumped in his chair as the cold, damp washcloth was suddenly applied to his cock. “As much fun as it is being down here, we have to get going – so stop being horny.”

“Already on it,” the Gamer grumbled, while letting his dick, balls and groin get wiped off. By the end of it, he was on half-mast, with size deflating further. The washcloth was still meticulously clean afterwards and Scarlett went on to clean off her own face and some other areas with it.

Getting a deepthroat for several hours on end brought with it a few more complications than just the ‘who’ and ‘when’, the two most pressing were comfort and hygiene. In the name of both, the leg compartment of John’s table had been heavily modified. The floor and underside of the desk itself were both covered with leather padding to make continuous kneeling less of a pain. In the middle of it all sat a bump. Officially that was just for hip support. Truthfully, it was a Sybian in disguise, the remote for which had been integrated into John’s keyboard.

On each side of the inside of the table was a semi-hidden drawer. Inside the left-hand one were all of the things necessary for hygiene. First and foremost, enchanted washcloths that allowed the girls to clean up the workplace after them. They were always damp and any gunk on them just vanished, eliminating the need to have a sink nearby. It also meant they didn’t need to be replaced that often, as only wear and tear was an issue – one that Craft counteracted.

Aside from the washcloths, there were a bunch of other articles to help with things. Mouthwash to get the smell of cum out of the mouth, perfumes, dry wipes, deodorant, combs and so on. In a more general sense, John was in the habit of either keeping the windows open or some sort of incense burning in order to prevent any stuffy smells from hanging around.

For the right-hand drawer, it was where Scarlett put the collar after John took it off her. A bunch of other toys and extensions for the Sybian were resting in there. Aclysia or Beatrice went through cleaning every used one at least once every three days.

After herself, Scarlett wiped off all other traces of his cum and her love juices from the surfaces and then began to climb out. Instinctively, John put his hands on the curve of her hips, where Scarlett was the thickest, and leaned forwards. He just couldn’t resist her lean, pear-shaped body. At the very least, he needed to feel the smooth skin of her flat stomach against his lips.

Before he knew it, she climbed onto his chair. His kisses travelled to the little layer of softness, representing her fairly flat chest. “You planned for an extra fifteen minutes, didn’t you?” John asked, before catching her nipple in his mouth.

Scarlett gasped when she felt his teeth softly rolling the hard, sensitive protrusion between them. “Of course I did.” The technocrat grinded her overflowing pussy against his barely cleaned cock. Within a few heartbeats, it was fully erect again. “Who the fuck do you take me for?”

“Someone who told me to get less horny only to turn me on the next second so she can ride me,” John answered, while raising her hips, aligning them with his cock and then pulling her down. “Someone who just needed to tease me, despite also needing to have her aggressively submissive cunt penetrated so badly that she couldn’t put it into words. Someone that wants my dick so much, she actually stops smoking and drinking for two hours to keep it in her mouth.”

“I picked my poison,” Scarlett panted, only to be grabbed by the throat.

“Did I allow you to speak?” John wondered, before standing up and throwing her on the table. For a definitely unrelated reason, there was a human-sized gap between the computer and the stacks of documents on the edge of the table. Pinning her down, choking her, the Gamer hammered into her gushing cunt with reckless abandon. Her moans vanished with most of her eyes, which rolled up her skull. She may have cleaned up her face, but her hair was as much of a mess as before.

Her legs closed behind John, a clear, needless and sexy sign that she wanted him inside her for as long as possible. After hours in the throats of so many girls, fucking a tight pussy nice and proper was somehow even more ecstatic.

More than one orgasm was had.