More Kristi

You’re half way through the somewhat greasy looking pink portal before an incredibly rare event occurs. Deep inside the hollow space your brain should be, a tiny spark flickers. You focus on the weird pictures in your head as you realise you’re having a thought. A novel experience.

Kristi pressed a button under her desk and the portal appeared.

The portal leads to blowjobs.

So, pressing more buttons means… you lose your train of thought and start jerking off thinking about tight wet throats.

What were you doing again?

"David, the door to- *cough, hack* - to Lesbian Universe is right ther- *ughrppp!*

You turn around and walk back over to the violated receptionist still coughing up the contents of your last orgasm onto the floor.

Oh yeah. Press all the buttons, get all the blowjobs, that’s right. David, you’re a genius.

Kristi looks confused at your proud victory stance and opens her mouth, but you silence the traitorous bitch by placing your foot on her head and pushing her face down into the cold (and now wet) floor, where her protestations turn into blubbering as her face is smeared across the thick puddle. You stoop down and take a look under her desk.

The underside is lined with panels filled with small pink buttons, levers and switches, so of course you immediately start trying to activate them all at once completely at random.

“Davithh, thattths compthany properthhhy, you’re not allowwed-”

“Shut up, I’ll do whatever I want”, you say dismissively, and apply a little more pressure to her head, crushing her face into the ground. “You’ve lost any right to complain about anything after that little stunt you just pulled, you fucking cunt. I’m still pissed.”

No matter how many buttons you smack, or how hard, nothing happens. Maybe they’re locked to BJU staff only? There’s no unlock switch anywhere, only a few slide out panels that don’t budge, even when you yank on them really hard.

Lifting your foot from her head, you grab a handful of Kristi’s hair and pull, sliding her through the puddle of cum-vomit and hoisting her neck up under the desk.

“Unlock this shit right now, I want to fuck around with those portals of yours”, you demand.

"David, I'm serious. Let me up, you're not supposed to know about these. If you want us to fix you up with a more specific scenario then I can call QA down, but you're not allowed to-"

"Not allowed to?! This is MY universe, I can do anything I fucking want to!" you scream at her, getting angry again, spittle flying into her eyes.

“David, please! Calm down. We have a duty of care to our clients, and to our resident women both. Most men we welcome into their version of heaven are content to be serviced, but you’re… an outlier. Of course we have to comply with any requests you might have, but even you have to admit that you’ve gone a bit rogue recently.”

You’ve already completely zoned her out and instead stare at her ripped blouse and the swell of her breasts, now reddened from your earlier abuse of her nipples. This bitch deserves another round of abuse. Why can’t she just do as she’s told?

“Invading Lesbian Universe finally drew the attention of the higher ups”, she yaps on. “They decided that you need a more... curated expererereriiereeeeEEEE-”

*THONK*

Bored of just staring and fed up of listening to a woman talking, you shake her head by the hair and slam her head against the floor in frustration. Okay, so perhaps being granted unrestricted power to receive blowjobs from any woman in the world with zero repercussions has had a teensy tiny little negative effect on your psyche. Maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t be reacting to an offer of a personally curated heaven by straddling the torso of an attractive receptionist and slapping her across the face repeatedly just because you were told “no” like a spoiled child that’s been told they can only have one slice of cake, but on the other hand… it gets results and she can cry about it.

You take a few deep breaths, looking down at Kristi - makeup ruined, cheeks reddening, tits smeared with gag-spit and hair sprawling out in a complete mess.

“See, the way I see it, you can run that mouth all you want but ultimately, even the staff here are part of my Blowjob Universe. None of you can actually stop me, can you?”

Kristi just looks up at you with wide eyes and a quivering lower lip. Oh my god, is she actually going to start crying?

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question”, you say.

Kristi opens her mouth and starts to reply before being cut off.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” you shout.

“But I thought-”

You wind back your arm and slap her across the face to shut her up. Then drag her by her hair back up to a kneeling position and smack her again.

“That’s the entire fucking problem, you keep trying to THINK. Just shut up and do as you’re fucking told for once!”

“But I caaaan’t!” Kristi wails, looking genuinely mortified. “I’m not allowed to, not even for you! I’ll do anything you want, I’ll choke on your cock, deepthroat you, I’ll gag and milk your cock dry or send you anywhere, but there’s equipment that I can’t just-”

You shove her to the ground and stand up, exasperated. Kristi lands on her back, groans, and pulls out from under her back something she landed on.

You see a faded photo of Kristi’s family in a cracked glass frame that was knocked off the table during her throat dredging exercise earlier.

Kristi looks a few years younger and is smiling broadly in the photo, a stark contrast to the half naked woman covered in slop crumpled at your feet.

“Hey slut, who’s that hot girl next to you?”

You see genuine fear in her eyes.

“Oh god. David, please, I beg of you, please no.”

“You were hiding even more cock suckers from me?” You scream into her face, indignant at the very concept.

“No! No of course not, please. David, please - she’s not staff. Or a resident. We have families too, they don’t even live on-site. In BJU, I mean.” Her eyes shift, a small movement, almost imperceptible. Towards the hole in the wall you fucked her through earlier, and the brightly lit room beyond it. Now that you’re paying attention, there’s no door in that wall, and the only exit (besides the flickering portal) is on the opposite side of the room.

You drag Kristi by the hair over to the hole in the drywall and peer through. Kristi is still sobbing, screaming and pleading with you, seemingly going through several stages of grief all at once. The room beyond looks to be a staff room. There’s a few lockers alongside one wall, a vending machine next to a bale of hay, entrance to a women’s toilet, and on the far end, a door with a green EXIT sign above it.

Dragging the screaming receptionist through the hole in the wall, you grin maliciously.

“Fine. If you won't co-operate, let’s go pay your family a visit instead and see if we can't change your mind, shall we?”